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daisies-daydreams · 4 months

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I’m in desperate need of a desperate Miguel who worships the very ground his wife walks on 😔🙏 BRO IS HUGE AND I JUST KNOW. I JUST KNOW HE WOULD LOVE TO BE LIKE A CAT AND MAKE BISCUITS ON HIS CHUBBY WIFEY. And the ASSets are just sprinkles on the cake. So let’s just say chubby wifey puts on a whole cute outfit and her hair is cute and everything. They go on a date and Yk she gets stares and compliments..BUT MIGUELS POSSESSIVE ASS IS LIKE ‘keep looking..keep saying stuff..BUT THIS ASS IS MINE’ Yk. And then it ends with Miguel bending us over at a 90 degree angle and possible 180. How does he do it idk. Science.

Adore You (Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Jealous!Miguel, Swearing, Manhandling, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Mating Press, Full Nelson, Unprotected P in V Sex (You know the drill), Rough Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Creampies, I'm Not Fluent in Spanish Word Count: 5.5k+

A/N: Hi hi! Thank you very much for your request! I love husband!Miguel (that man has my whole heart I swear). I hope you enjoy! 💕

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The valet’s cheeks flushed the second you stepped out of the car.

“G-Good evening ma’am,” the thin man stammered. You flashed him a friendly smile as you smoothed your hands over your dress, your breasts nearly spilling out from the tight-fitting clothing as you adjusted yourself. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the luxurious restaurant before you - a large marble building laced with ribbons of ivy. You smiled when your husband, Miguel, came beside you and gingerly laid a hand on your hip.

“Happy anniversary, cariño,” your beloved whispered with a bright grin [honey]. You beamed and turned around, your hands gliding over his muscular forearms. Miguel’s eyes softened as you raised yourself on your tiptoes and puckered your lips. He smiled and dipped his head down to capture your lips in a warm, tender embrace. His brows furrowed when the valet cleared his throat.

“Right,” your husband muttered as he handed the man his keys. The valet thanked him before climbing into the large, black sports car. You squeaked as Miguel’s hand glided from your hip to the globe of your ass.

“Mi amor,” you whispered loudly as your cheeks flushed [My love]. Your husband chuckled.

“What? I’m just escorting my lovely wife inside,” he mused with a wink.

“Mhm,” you hummed with raised brows. Miguel pecked your forehead as he kept his hand over your bum while leading you inside. You looked around in awe at the several marble pillars that lined the walls of the restaurant.

"O'Hara, party of two," your husband said to the hostess at the front desk. The blonde woman nodded before grabbing two thick menus.

"Please follow me!" she chirped. You smiled at your beloved as the two of you were escorted to the back patio. The sound of piano music combined with the casual chatter of the guests filled your ears as you stepped back outside. You gasped when you saw a table set by the balcony: a bottle of wine neatly placed on the side, a card resting on a plate, and rose petals sprinkled across the white table cloth.

"One of our servers will be out momentarily. Enjoy your evening!" the woman said as she clasped her hands together.

"Thank you," you grinned before she turned and walked back inside. Your heart warmed as Miguel took your smaller hand into his.

“Do you like it?” he asked before kissing each and every one of your knuckles. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded.

“I love it. Muchas gracias, mi vida,” you sniffed [Thank you so much, my life]. Your husband smiled and cupped your cheek.

"De nada, mi amor," he whispered [You’re welcome]. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Miguel stepped over and pulled out your chair.

"Mi señora," he hummed [My lady].

"Gracias, mi caballero," you giggled as you took your seat [Thank you, my gentleman]. Miguel kissed the top of your head just as your waiter strolled up to the table.

“Welcome to Le Jardin de Marbre! My name is Mark and I’ll be taking care of you this...fine evening,” the dark-haired man lilted as his eyes grazed over your form. You felt Miguel shift behind you before Mark's smile fell. He cleared his throat while your husband took his seat. “Would the two of you care for any other drinks besides your wine?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I'll have a water, please,” you replied. Miguel simply nodded with a short grunt. Mark grinned before popping open the bottle of red wine. You gasped as the cork flew over your head and over the balcony.

“Ah, I’ll get it later,” the waiter laughed nervously. You giggled while Miguel’s furrowed his thick brows. Mark leaned close to you while he tilted the neck of the bottle over your sparkling glass.

“Might I say you look wonderful this evening, ma’am,” the bold man whispered. You flushed a little as you gazed back down at the menu.

“Th-Thank you,” you muttered. You blinked as you shifted your gaze between your glass and the bottle. “Um, that’s good,” you piped up. Mark looked down to see that he’s nearly filled your entire glass.

“Sorry about that,” he said with an apologetic smile. Miguel raised a brow as he poured his drink next. Mark's hands shook as your husband's frown slowly shifted into a deep scowl. The server placed the bottle down before stepping back.

“I’ll go get your waters,” Mark said before quickly turning on his heel. You took a small sip of your wine, the slightly sweet flavor washing over your taste buds as you turned your attention to the card in front of you.

“Would you like me to open it now?” you asked.

“I'll leave it up to you,” he smiled before taking a sip of his drink. Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully ripped the envelope open. You pulled the card out with a giddy smile as you straightened in your seat. You smiled as you opened it, a small postcard slipping out. You eyed it briefly before your attention was stolen by the words in front of you:

“Mi Cielo,

Words can’t describe how much love I have for you. Every day I’m thankful to have you as my wife-my beloved. You make my heart glow when I wake up next to you every morning, when I get home from work, when you hold me after I’ve had a long day. You are so precious, (Y/N), and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with someone as incredible as you.

Te amo mucho, mi vida. Feliz aniversario.

Sincerely,

Tu gran oso”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your bottom lip trembled.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Miguel cooed as he brushed his thumb over your cheek [I’m sorry, my life]. You shook your head.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just so, so happy to have someone as amazing as you in my life,” you beamed. Miguel’s eyes softened as he slipped his hand into yours again.

“Gracias, bella,” he murmured [Thank you, beautiful]. “Did you see the little gift I left in there?” Miguel asked with a sparkle in his eye. You glanced down at your lap to see the postcard staring up at you. Your heart raced as you picked it up, admiring the picturesque image of Niagara Falls. You curiously flipped it over.

“Make sure to bring your raincoat ♥️”

You gasped and looked up.

“You mean…” your voice trailed off. Miguel smiled brightly and nodded.

“I was even able to book the same suite. It’s only for a long weekend, but I know those few days will be well spent with you, mi vida,” he cooed as he kissed your hand. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting up and wrapping your arms around your husband, your heart brimming with joy.

You’ll never forget that day he took you to Niagara Falls. It was a complete surprise when Miguel knelt down on the deck of your hotel room, the rumble of the falls filling your ears as he asked you to spend the rest of your life with him.

“Te amo mucho, gran oso,” you sniffed [I love you very much, big bear]. Miguel cupped your cheek before pressing another tender kiss to your lips.

“Te amo mucho, conejita,” Miguel beamed [I love you very much, little bunny]. You bit your lip as you pulled back and took your seat. Your heart pounded against your sternum as you pulled out the small box from your purse.

“My gift isn’t as big,” you said a little sheepishly. Miguel parted his lips as you handed the box to him.

“Oh, bebé. You know I’ll love any gift you give me,” he cooed [baby]. He leaned in closer. “Size doesn’t matter, right?” Miguel smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Right…it’s how you use it,” you reply with a wry grin. Miguel shook his head as he chuckled.

“I love your quick wit, conejita,” your beloved hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows as you watched Miguel start to unwrap his gift. You bit your lip as he pulled the lid off with a quiet "pop". His eyes lit up when he saw a silver watch glisten beneath the dim candlelight. You squeezed your hands in your lap as he slipped it out of the box.

“Oh, hermosa,” Miguel breathed as he slid the watch against his wrist [beautiful]. You bit your lip a little harder as he admired it. “The very first gift you gave me,” he murmured softly. You nodded as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I know you said that you’ve been meaning to get it fixed for a while, so I stopped by the jewelers last month,” you said. Miguel clasped the watch over his wrist, smiling as he observed the hands of the little clock tick by.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N),” Miguel smiled as he leaned forward. Your heart skipped a beat as you met him in the middle, your lips slowly caressing each other in a loving embrace. You sighed as he cupped your cheek, your heart fluttering as his warm lips sweetly brushed over yours. You pulled your head back when someone nearby cleared their throat.

“Your water, ma'am,” Mark said as he placed your glass onto the table. "Sir," he said to Miguel with a bit more flat tone. You slumped back in your chair before realizing you haven't even looked at the menu.

"We still need a few minutes," you said to your waiter.

"Of course," Mark said with a bright grin before excusing himself. You and Miguel relaxed as you opened your menus. You smiled at the way the candlelight flickered in Miguel’s soft, brown eyes.

Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.

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You patted your napkin over your mouth before sinking into your seat with a satisfied smile.

“That was the best food I’ve had in a while,” you sighed happily. Your husband quirked one of his thick, dark brows.

“Even better than my cooking?” Miguel asked. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, um, well-“ your husband started to chuckle.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I know my cooking’s terrible,” he snickered. You giggled.

“I mean, I was going to say something…” you lilted. Miguel placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Ouch,” he replied.

“You said it, not me,” you shrugged before taking another sip of your wine. Miguel chuckled, his eyes half lidded as they raked over your form.

“I think this wine’s making us both a bit too bold,” Miguel smirked. Your cheeks warmed as he gently reached beneath the table and laid his hand on your knee. You bit your lip as a wave of heat swept through your core.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” you replied with a low whisper. Just as Miguel tilted his head and leaned forward, Mark’s shadow loomed over the two of you.

“Your bill, sir,” he said as he set the paper down on the table. Your love made no effort to hide his annoyance as he took the receipt.

“Thanks,” your husband said. He pulled out his credit card after the server briskly walked away. Miguel sighed and rose from his seat. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered with quick peck to your cheek. You grinned and watched as he walked back into the restaurant.

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Miguel hummed as he strolled towards the restroom. It’s been so long since his heart has felt this full. Your smile, your laugh, the smooth, gentle touch of your lips against his all made him feel more complete. Miguel wore a bright grin as he pushed the restroom door wide open.

“Did you see the juicy ass on that chick sitting next to the balcony?” Mark loudly whispered. Miguel froze and lingered in the doorway when he saw two waiters at the urinals.

“Dude, I know. I’d love a piece of that cake…if you know what I mean,” the other server chortled. Miguel narrowed his eyes. Okay, there’s a lot of people out on the patio. Surely they weren’t-

“And that tight, black dress-fuck. Can’t imagine how those pretty tits would look while she’s-“

Both of them whipped their heads around when Miguel let the door slam behind him, a deadly glint flickering in his eyes as his jaw tightened.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” he said while straightening his shoulders. Mark frowned as his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“O-Oh,” he simply replied as he awkwardly shuffled in place. Miguel tilted his head, his muscles bulging beneath his crisp suit.

“H-Hey man. We didn’t mean any harm,” the other waiter said as he hastily zipped up his pants. Miguel scoffed and narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I suggest you speak about my wife with much more respect-or any woman for that matter,” he spat. Their faces grew cherry red as Miguel tugged on his jacket. “Now, if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I’m going to go home and make love to my beautiful wife,” Miguel said as he tugged on his jacket. He scowled as he turned on his heel and stomped back outside.

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You blinked as Miguel strolled up to the table. To say he looked enraged would’ve been an understatement: his nostrils were flared, shoulders tensed and face glowing a bright cherry red.

“Miguel, what’s wrong?” you asked as you placed a hand on his large arm. Your husband paused as he glanced towards the glass doors. His eyes became half-lidded as he took your hand into his before pulling you up. You squeaked as he reached down and cupped his other palm against the globe of your ass.

“M-Miguel,” you said in a loud whisper as you nervously glanced around. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk as the waiter rushed up to your table. Mark’s hands trembled as he threw the credit card and receipt down.

“Thankyouhavealovelyevening!” he squeaked before running back into the building. You furrowed your brows before grabbing your things.

"I wonder what happened to him?" you wondered aloud as you slipped your cards into your purse. Your face glowed with heat as Miguel squeezed your supple ass with more force before guiding you across the patio.

“Miguel, people are looking,” you whispered as your eyes scanned the crowd.

“Let them look,” he replied with a low rumble as he opened the door for you. You tilted your head down as waiters, patrons, even the receptionist stared as your husband escorted you to the front of the building.

Miguel didn’t even need to say anything as the two of you made your way towards the valet stand, the man’s face beet red as you approached. He quickly snatched your keys and rushed to get your car, nearly tripping over the curb in the process. You glanced up at your beloved, his face twisted with even more fury than before. You bit your lip as you turned around and rested your hands on his chest.

“Miguel, bebé, please tell me what’s wrong,” you pleaded while rubbing your palms against his white button-up. Miguel’s shoulders remained stiff as you rubbed his chest, your bottom lip poking out every so slightly. "¿Por favor?" you asked [Please?]. He frowned and glanced away as the valet rolled up with your car and scrambled towards you.

“H-Have a good evening,” the man said, his face completely drained of all color. You gave the valet an apologetic smile before you slid into the black, polished car. The tension on the ride home was nearly unbearable. Miguel’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he kept his eyes on the road, his large hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. The sound of soft jazz playing on the radio did little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.

Did you do something wrong? Did he actually hate the gift you gave him? He put so much effort into booking the restaurant and the place the two of you stayed where he proposed to you…and what did you give him? A repaired watch.

You felt completely deflated by the time Miguel pulled up to your apartment complex.

“We’re home,” he said in a subdued voice. You nodded, your heart sinking into your stomach as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Your shoes clacked against the sidewalk as the two of you made your way to the front door.

“Evening, Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara,” the doorman Ben said.

"Evening, Ben," you said with a small smile. Your throat tightened when Miguel wrapped one of his bulky arms around you and pulled you to his side. You frowned as the two of you stepped inside, his grip unyielding as you walked into the elevator. You felt Miguel loosen his hold on you, allowing you some space to step back.

“Miguel, what-” you gasped when he pinned you against the wall and captured your mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Your breasts rubbed against your strapless bra as you felt him slide his tongue past your lips, his wet muscle tangling with yours as something hard poked at the inside of your thigh. You panted when he pulled back, his pupils blown and drinking in your curvaceous form.

“Y-You’re not mad at me?” you blinked. Your husband furrowed his dark brows.

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you, mi ángel?” Miguel purred as he rested his hands on your hips [my angel]. You gripped the lapels of his navy blue jacket as he began to grind his hard cock against your clothed pussy. You bit your lip as a pulse of arousal shot through your core.

“Te deseo, Mami,” your love groaned [I want you, Mommy]. You gasped as he rubbed his hard, throbbing cock against your crotch while he kneaded the supple flesh of your waist. “God, you have no idea how much I wanted to rip this dress off your body and fuck you right on that patio,” he rumbled and nipped at the shell of your ear. You shivered as Miguel trailed his lips over your pulse.

“Miguel,” you panted as he ground his hips against you, your clit throbbing against the fabric of your silky panties. Your husband pulled back as soon as the elevator dinged.

“Mi amor, por fa - te necesito,” he husked as he dipped his hand beneath your chin and tilted your head up [My love, please - I need you]. You felt your inhibitions quickly dissolve as a wave of heat pulsed through your core.

“Soy todo tuyo,” you whispered as you laid your hands over his chest [I’m yours]. You moaned as he bared his teeth against your neck and slid his hands over your plump ass. You squeaked and ducked your head into his broad shoulder when he slapped your rear, the slight sting sending ripples of arousal through your heat.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget this night,” Miguel growled as he kneaded your supple cheeks in his massive palms. Your heart raced as he picked you up by your waist and carried you into the penthouse. You dropped your purse on the tiled floor as you threaded your fingers through his dark, silky locks. Miguel groaned as your lips met in a passionate dance, your tongues gliding across one another with a soft squelch. You hungrily devoured each other’s mouths in a heated kiss as he kicked the bedroom door open. You squeaked at the sudden noise and tensed in his arms.

“Lo siento. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Miguel whispered, his plump lips dancing over yours [I’m sorry].

“It’s okay,” you murmured gently, your hands falling down to wrap around his thick neck. Your husband's eyes raked across your body as he laid you down on the plush, king-sized bed. You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he suckled over the nape of your neck, his deft fingers rolling the skirt of your dress over your hips. He sucked in a sharp breath when he laid eyes on your clothed sex.

“See what you do to me, bebé?” Miguel groaned before taking your hand and trailing it down his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt the heavy, hard cock twitch against your palm. You bit your lip and mewled as your love nipped at your soft skin.

“Papi, fuck,” you gasped as he slid your thong to the side and rubbed at your slick, puffy folds with his digits. You husband rumbled as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thick fingers.

"Mm, tan mojada," Miguel groaned with a smirk [so wet].

"Please, Miguel," you swallowed thickly as you spread your legs as much as you could. Your husband licked his lips as he locked eyes with you.

"Don't worry, baby. Just need to make sure you're stretched out for my cock first," he rumbled. Your mouth opened in a silent moan when he suddenly sank two of his thick digits inside your tight, weeping hole.

“Oh my God!” you shivered and gripped the sheets as he curled his fingertips against your sensitive, spongey g-spot. Your gummy walls clenched around his two digits as Miguel chuckled. He parted his lips as he massaged your hip, his eyes lit with a deep, primal hunger.

“That’s it, bebé. Keep making those pretty noises for me,” Miguel grunted as relentlessly thrusted his fingers inside your plush cunt. Your eyes widened as he kissed down your chest and stomach before hovering his lips over your mound.

“S-Shit!” you moaned and arched your back as your husband dipped his head down and eagerly suckled on your bundle of nerves. Miguel grunted against your juicy slit, your arousal smearing over his broad chin as you ground your hips against his face. “M-Miguel, baby,” you groaned as your love flattened his warm tongue over your engorged bud.

“Tan bueno - sabe tan bien,” he growled against your wet folds before lapping at your clit [So good - tastes so good]. Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as Miguel continued to fuck your tight pussy with his thick fingers.

“Bebé,” you choked as you felt his digits stretch you out while he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers inside you again, letting the intoxicating pressure linger for much longer.

“Make a mess on my face, Mami,” your husband urged with a low growl. A high-pitched cry left your swollen lips as Miguel eagerly pumped his fingers in and out of your tight, slick hole, the tension in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“S-Sí Papi - just like that,” you encouraged him as you fisted the crisp bedsheets. Miguel groaned as your arousal dripped down his chin and neck, his tongue painting bold, wet stripes from your stuffed hole and all the way up to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers even faster while puckering his lips around your bundle of nerves.

“M-Miguel!” you squealed when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole puckering and begging for more. A bolt of pleasure struck through you when he started to hastily unbuckle his belt.

“Lo siento, mi vida. I can’t wait anymore,” Miguel growled as he shoved his slacks and briefs down in one swift motion. Your cunt fluttered when you saw his thick, heavy cock spring free, a thick bead of precum adorning his flush tip. Your husband's eyes remained on your dripping cunt as he shoved his jacket and white button-up onto the floor. Your mouth watered as you stared at the mortal Adonis standing in front of you, his rippling muscles tensing as he pumped his girthy shaft.

You gasped as he quickly climbed on top of you and cupped his palms against the back of your knees. You squealed when Miguel pushed your legs towards your shoulders, your puffy tummy poking out as he nearly folded you in half.

“Ah!” you cried as he slammed his cock inside you in one fluid thrust. Your legs tensed in his grip as you tried to adjust to the sudden fullness inside you, his girth stretching your tight hole with a delicious burn.

“Eyes on me, conejita,” Miguel murmured, his hot breath falling over your face and neck. You glanced through the sheet of tears that blurred your vision, your body quaking with pleasure as you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix.

“I want you to make as much noise as you'd like. Don't worry about the neighbors...for tonight, it's just the two of us. Okay, Mami?” Miguel rasped before nipping the shell of your ear. You whined as your walls ached for the sweet drag of his veiny cock. You nodded vigorously as you bit your lip, the heaviness of his cock deliciously weighing in your tight hole.

"Such a good little wife," Miguel grunted as he pulled his taut hips back. Your heart skipped a beat as Miguel rested his forehead against yours before he sheathed his cock down to the hilt.

“Fuck!" you choked as you felt the slight sting of his cock molding your walls to its shape.

“God, I love how your tight, perfect pussy grips me,” Miguel murmured as he rocked his hips back and forth. His breath hitched as your walls squeezed his veiny shaft. Your cheeks burned as he wrapped his lips around yours while he thrusted into you at a rapid, sloppy pace.

“M-Miguel!” you screamed and wrung your hands in the sheets as your lover pounded into your cunt, each drag of his cock deliciously stretching you out more and more. You squealed as Miguel squeezed the back of your knees, his balls slapping against your plump asscheeks. You shivered as he released a deep growl, his cock throbbing and twitching between your swollen, gummy walls.

“R-Right there Papi!” you yelled as the bulbous head of his cock perfectly grazed over your g-spot. You threw your head back as your husband leaned forward and wrapped his lips around yours while he desperately pounded into your raw cunt.

“So good, so good to me," he panted. You moaned as you felt your cunt already starting to clamp down on his shaft.

“M-Miguel, wait! I’m gonna-” you were cut off when he pressed his lips to your neck, his hips snapping against yours and making your thick asscheeks clap loudly.

“Cum for me, conejita,” he grunted. Your bottom lip trembled as the tight knot in your belly suddenly snapped.

“MIGUEL!” you screamed as your slick walls clenched around his girth. Miguel’s thrusts stuttered as your pussy squeezed his cock in a vice grip, your slick gushing past the stuffed seam of your raw, tight cunt.

“Mierda,” your husband breathed as you unraveled beneath him [Shit]. You babbled as your cunt pulsed; every contraction sending an overwhelming wave of bliss over your trembling form. You moaned as Miguel continued to thrust his cock inside your weeping cunt, your arousal sticking to the front of his thighs as he groaned above you. Hot tears rolled down your puffy cheeks when Miguel suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Miguel?” you breathed as your heart raced. Your squealed as your husband pulled you up and wrapped his arms beneath your knees.

“Unphase the blinds to level zero,” Miguel rumbled. Your eyes widened as he lifted you up and immediately sheathed you down on his stiff cock, your slick pussy swallowing his length whole.

“¡P-Papi!” you gasped as he carried you over to your wide bedroom windows, the holographic blinds slowly fading to reveal the neon glow of Nueva York. Your thighs shook in his bulky arms as he froze just inches from the window. Your heart raced as you gazed at the lewd reflection of yourself in the crystal glass, your hot breath fogging against the clear surface.

Your jaw went slack as Miguel started to thrust into your wet heat, your gushing cunt squelching with each snap of his hips.

“Look down there, mi amor. Look at all those men who will never be able to fuck you like I do,” he rasped as he bounced you on his shaft. Your eyes glazed over as you gazed down at the streets below. You’d be more embarrassed had you not just cum on your husband’s dick…but there was a tiny part of you that indulged in being claimed by your beloved. “They’ll never get to hear your pretty moans, feel your soft, perfect pussy grip their cocks,” Miguel growled as he nipped at your neck. You dug your nails into his forearm as he pounded into your cunt with no restraint, his breathing growing ragged and arms tensing beneath your legs.

“Say you’re mine, (Y/N),” he groaned before puckering his lips over your pulse. You moaned as shook in his hold as you tried to swim through the haze of your ecstasy.

“I-I’m yours, Papi!” you screamed. You gasped as Miguel raked his teeth over your hickey.

“Who do you belong to?!” he snarled. You sobbed as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock with.

“I belong to you, Miguel!” you moaned loudly. You mewled as your arousal leaked onto the floor.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” your husband groaned as he kissed your cheek before thrusting even faster.

“Mmmm-Miguel,” you slurred. You screamed silently as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, the slight sting mixing with the intoxicating pleasure that rippled through your core. Your throat tightened as his cock dragged along your soft walls, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and gliding over your jiggling asscheeks.

“Gonna cum for me again, hm?” Miguel husked before tracing the tip of his tongue across the fresh bite mark.

“S-Sí, Papi,” you whined. You felt him smirk against your shoulder as he kept you in front of the window, your heart racing at the thought of someone seeing the two of you in such an intimate position. You moaned as his thrusts began to falter, his hot breath falling over your exposed skin.

“M-Mig-!” you shouted as your vision was flooded with white.

“Yes, that’s it Mami. S-Soak this fat fucking cock with your sweet cum,” your husband rasped as you threw your head against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure rushed through your heat, your pussy squirting all over his massive, swollen cock. Miguel groaned as he squeezed your legs.

“So close,” he hissed through gritted teeth as his cock twitched inside your fluttering walls. You gripped your hands over his as your body jiggled with every powerful snap of his hips.

“Por fa Papi…fill me,” you whispered breathily. Miguel grunted against your neck as he slammed you down on his cock for the last time. Both of you moaned as he painted your slick walls white with thick, heavy ropes of his seed. You felt Miguel shiver behind you as his cock throbbed, his warm cum splashing against your swollen cervix.

“Yes,” Miguel growled deeply as he kept your back pressed to his chest. You swallowed thickly and shuddered as his cock began to soften inside you, thick beads of his cum swelling and dripping down the curve of your ass. The air was filled with your deep, heavy breaths, your bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“That was…wow,” you didn’t even have the mental capacity to describe what just happened. Miguel chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he grinned and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You squealed as he gave your legs another gentle squeeze. “Activate blinds to ten,” Miguel called out. The windows soon fogged up with the holographic blinds again as he took a step back. Your eyelids began to grow heavy as he carried you to bed. You whimpered when your giant husband laid both of you down, his cock softening between your raw, oversensitive walls. You sighed as you felt his hands mindlessly wander across your body, his lips grazing your neck every so often.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Miguel murmured as his lips dancing over your pulse. You sighed.

“Actually, could we just stay here for a little bit?” you asked and slightly turned his face. The corners of your husband’s eyes crinkled as he gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, mi amor,” he purred and pecked your lips. You returned his grin as he kept you against his chest, his large, bulky arms wrapped around you like a cozy cocoon. You kissed his bulging bicep before tracing your fingertips across the many dips and curves of his arm. Miguel sighed as he nuzzled his face against your neck, his warm breath tickling over your pulse.

“Te amo mucho, (Y/N),” your beloved whispered before gently kissing your cheek. You sighed as you relished in the way his lips lingered on your skin while you closed your eyes.

“Te amo mucho, Miguel,” you murmured softly.

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littledollll · 2 months

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Starved

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/n: idk if I should put this in my nsfw or the sfw list since there’s really no smut. What do you think? Happy Valentines, my loves.

Warnings: no smut, just intimacy. Larissa is a shameless woman, touching, cuddling, flirting.

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Coming out of the shower with a warm towel wrapped over your chest, you felt watched. You felt a delightfully piercing gaze eating up every inch of your exposed skin, though you weren’t very exposed, most of you wasn’t at all.

“You make it impossible for me to want to get dressed.” You hummed as you turned around, looking into Larissa’s eyes as she was nowhere near interested in yours as you rid yourself of the towel.

“Maybe you should take it as a sign not to get dressed.” A mumble under her breath. Barely for you to hear. Like she let a wandering thought slip through her lips. But you definitely caught it.

You glanced back at her knowingly, but said nothing about her comment.

She was unashamed about her wandering eyes.

Not once did she tear her eyes away from you. Watching as you raided her side of the closet for something comfortable to get into, deciding on one of her sweaters she rarely uses and slipping it on with nothing other than your panties for bed. You hated sleeping with pants on anyway.

She welcomed you into bed with quite literally open arms, letting you settle comfortably against her chest as her arms wrapped securely around you.

“You look so beautiful like this. Dressed in my clothes, half naked in my arms. I have to say it’s my favorite look of yours.”

Giggling, you tilted your head up to look at her, only to find her already staring down at you. “What a pervert. Admitting that you like me better naked, hm?” You gasped, glaring up at her.

“I believe I said half naked. I’d dress you in my clothes all the time, if I could.. fuck you while you wear them.”

“I repeat, pervert!” Larissa smiled, her eyes wrinkling as she did. Oh how you loved this woman.

Her eyes racked your entire body once more, like she was imagining her words right at that moment. She enjoyed every little detail of your body. “There you go, starting again.”

“I’d find it offensive if I was as beautiful as you and wasn’t stared at all day everyday by my lover.” She justified, making it sound like logic. Because who wouldn’t. You stared at Larissa all the time. But not quite with the same eyes that she was looking at you with now.

“That’s not what I meant.” “I know what you meant.” Larissa mused back, her hands traveling under your sweater with a featherlight touch up your back, making your body shiver. “I know exactly what you meant...”

“Mhm..? That you’re looking at me like I'm a piece of meat?” She hummed, breathing in deeply as she borrowed against your neck. Larissa’s hands gripped tightly on your hips. “Well I know you’re quite the delight to taste, from experience.”

“Yeah?” You teased, your arms wrapping around her neck. “yeah.” She mumbled against your skin, pressing a few kisses all along your own.

“Maybe I am starving, just a little, for my stunning lover.”

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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Jolly good day to you, my fine fellow! 🎩

May i be so daring as to request your finest lute x fem!reader trying ✂-ing for the first time? Bottom!reader if you would so indulge me. I believe it would make for an outstanding, perhaps showstopping fic if you will!

Idk why I typed it liked that, thanks for reading my nonsense 💀

BAHAHAHAHA IM CACKLING I FUCKING LOVE YOU ANON

Lute x reader

Warning: sexual themes, cursing and I think that's it

An: so sorry it's short if somebody requests another ill try and make it longer

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The room felt muggy and humid it felt like you were burning alive, but lute just wouldn't stop rocking her hips against yours, desperate for some form of pleasure.

Now, let's backtrack. You and lute have been dating ever since the incident with vaggie. And unlike how many would view your relationship being one-sided lute's like a pussy-whipped kitten behind closed doors. This means that most of your evenings ended in sex and cuddles. You and lute hadn't really experimented much. You usually stuck to oral and strap-ons.

But about Wednesday of last week, Lute brought up something new, something she was eager to try, and that was scissoring. Over the week, Lute had been preparing; doing research, making sure she knew what she was doing, and overall making sure that you would feel good too. And that puts you where you are right now.

Your legs were spread one of your thighs over lutes as she grinded your clits together, you had been here for hours, the sheets of your shared bed sticking to your skin due to the sweat and arousal that soaked your skin. Lute leaned down and kissed you feverishly, like if she didn't, she would lose you. Lutes wings were standing straight out, shaking a bit from her overstimulation. You were crying, cheeks were tear stained, and you were drooling. Since your mouth was open, Lute took the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, exploring around slightly. Lute soon pulled away for air, panting, whining, and soft moans, leaving her lips as she started to get close. "Oh fuck babe~ I'm so close~ so so close, are yoy gonna cum for me too? I want you to cum for me just one more time~" Lute mused into your ear . You were loosing your mind, your body already reacting to words as you started to get close, "l-lute! Fuck fuck fuck!!" You sobbed out clinging onto her for dear life needing something to ground you as you came again shaking a bit. Lute came soon after you her hips finally stilling as she finished riding out her high. You were exhausted already starting to pass out. Lute chuckled breathlessly, "Baby? Cmon, you gotta tell me how it was. " Lute teased tapping your cheek to try and wake you a bit more. You groaned. "It was great lute in just really tired. Can we clean up in the morning?" You whined a bit like a child that won't get what they want. Lute sighed and shook her head "Alright alright if that's what you want, but don't get snappy at me when you're all sweaty and gross in the morning" lute laid down next to you pulling you close for cuddles. And soon after, you fell asleep, thankful for the fact you both had tomorrow off.

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bandgie · 6 months

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After Everything

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

synopsis: You thought coming to terms with how you feel about Kai was going to be the hardest. But how he feels about you is a whole other animal itself.

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, PIV, no protection (bad), loss of virginity (m!), handjob, nipple play (f!), over stimulation (m!), cock warming (if you squint), slight mentions of pregnancy, emotions, insecurities, kinda angsty, possessive reader, happy ending, idk man

5.2 words (fuck im sorry)

If there was one thing you could count on Yeonjun for, it was his stubbornness. Ever since the little show you and Kai put on for him, he's been consistent in asking for a part two.

Yeonjun caught you in the cafeteria on campus. He’s wearing a flowy white button-down, sharp clavicle and lean arms on show. It would’ve been truly delightful to see him like this, but you just can't muster the ability to be attracted to him.

"Just one more time! One more, that's all I ask. You don't even have to fuck me. I'll even pay you..." You tune out Yeonjun's begging. It's a little difficult considering he's sitting right next to you, not letting you get a bite of your overcooked pizza in. But there's so many thoughts swirling in your head that it's not possible to pay attention anyway.

You’d done something you promised yourself you'd never do with Kai.

You went to his dorm.

Consistently.

Going to someone's place gives you an insight of who they are. He had a nice roommate, a decent space, and privacy. You told yourself it was convenient to have fun at a house rather than finding a secluded area.

Wanting that alone time meant something. You didn't want to tease him like this anymore, you didn't want someone to see how he could fall apart at the mere feel of your lips.

He was yours to tease, to touch. No one else should have the privilege of getting a taste of that, no matter how they beg.

"Are you even listening to me?" Yeonjun accuses.

It takes a couple of blinks for you to focus your attention on him. "If I said no, would you stop bothering me?" He laughs and crosses his legs, "Nope."

You sigh, giving up on your half eaten dinner. Yeonjun is quick to catch your annoyed expression, deciding to take another route.

"You like him huh?"

You turn your head to make eye contact, "Like who?" Yeonjun gives you a sly smile and shrugs, "You know who. I don't know why you're playing dumb."

"I'm not playing dumb," you say defensively. "You're the dumb one."

Yeonjun chuckles at your little outburst. "No you are. You're blowing me off for Kai. Blowing me off, I'm almost offended. Like, I know you've been distant, but it's not the 'I found someone better and I don't need you anymore' distant. It's the 'I'm head over heels for someone like a loyal dog' kinda distant."

"I'm not a dog!" You yell. A few nearby people look at you weirdly, but you shake them off.

"So you're loyal then," Yeonjun muses. He shrugs again and leans back when you don't say anything. "It's written all over your face babes. Puppy love. With Huening Kai no less, who would've thought. The very same boy you used to slap around, give swirlies in the toilet back in middle school, who you made eat my cum, may I remind you."

You wince at the memories, guilt eating at you from the distant past. You excused your actions by youthful stupidity, by the irrational joy you got when seeing his tears. Even now, you like tasting them. But hurting him isn't how you want to continue.

"Kai doesn't mean shit," you lie. It's so obvious though. You wouldn't believe it yourself. Yeonjun only makes you feel worse when he keeps smiling like an idiot.

"Oh, he doesn't mean shit?" He questions.

You meekly nod.

"Then it shouldn't matter that he's out with some girl then right?"

You sit up straighter and look wide-eyed at Yeonjun, "What?"

Yeonjun picks at his teeth like he's bored, but he has the most amused expression. "Just came back from a bar with Soobin before I saw you. Saw Kai and some chick there, she was chatting him up. Not that it matters though right?"

There's no time wasted when you grab your things. Your bag aggressively slings on your shoulder, almost hitting Yeonjun in the face. "What bar?"

"I thought you said he didn't mean shit?" He teases.

"For fucks sake Yeonjun what bar!"

Yeonjun glances uneasily at the onlookers giving you dirty looks, but you couldn't care less. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, the tightening in your chest. You think you might cry out of frustration if he keeps playing with you.

"I'll only tell you if you promise-"

"Yes!" You rise to your feet, seething. "You wanna see me get fucked? Done. Just tell me what bar."

Beomgyu's Bar is for college students only. The sun has barely begun to set, so there's not many people in the building. It doesn't take long to spot Kai's black hair peeking from one of the booths. He's with the same girl from the library you recognize. She obviously did her hair nicely, as if she wanted to impress him.

As if it was a date.

Anger boils in you, but you can't will yourself to move. Now that you're actually here, you don't know what to do. Should you go over there and make your presence known? Steal Kai away like last time? Should you just watch and see how things unfold?

That feeling of helplessness settles in your chest, and you feel the unfamiliar sting of tears in your eyes.

This was a dumb idea. You have no right being here, concerned about who Kai’s with. Not after how you've treated him, how you've talked down to him. Still, you can't stop staring at him from across the room.

Kai must feel your gaze because his head turns from the girl he's talking with to you instead. He recognizes you immediately even under the strobing lights. Your eyes widen at the attention, and you scramble for the exit.

He jumps to his feet to follow you instantly, ignoring how his companion tries to pull him back down by the sleeve.

"Where are you going?" She asks. "Do you wanna leave? We can go back to my place and-"

"I'm so sorry Anitta but I really need to do something," Kai doesn't even look her in the eyes. He focuses on freeing himself from her grip.

"Now? It can't wait?"

"No," He deadpans. "Can you please let go?"

"But Hyuka-"

"Don't call me that!" Kai surprises himself with the outburst. Not many people call him that nickname, only you've been consistent with the title since elementary. Strangely, it just sounds wrong when someone else says it.

The sternness in his voice makes Anitta loosen her grip just enough for Kai to run away. There's no protesting as Kai runs out of the bar, his goal set on finding you.

You left merely a minute ago, you shouldn't have gone far. Kai spots you in the parking lot, looking in your bag for your keys. He doesn't know why you were there, or what to say, but what he does know is that he needs to be with you.

Within a few long strides, Kai reaches you.

He doesn't need to say anything for you to know he's there, you can feel the warmth of his body behind you. With shaky breaths, you slowly turn to face him. You try to discreetly wipe your tears before you fully face him, sniffing.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" You hate yourself for being snarky, but what else are you supposed to do? Fall to your knees and ask for forgiveness? Tell him that you can actually be a decent human being despite the decade of torture?

Kai doesn't let your sarcastic words get to him - he’s used to them. Still, you can see a twinge of pain in his eyes. "You know that's not true," His voice is barely above a whisper. As if he might scare you away if he talks too loudly.

"Isn't it?" Your voice rises. You don’t share his concern for volume. "At a bar of all places! So what,you get a taste of pussy and think you can get it all?"

Kai looks like his eyes might bulge from their sockets at your crudeness. He shakes his head feverishly, "No! It's nothing like that. She offered to go out-"

You put your hand up, silencing him. "I don't wanna hear it. It's better to have a slut like me to learn how to fuck than go with a good girl. I made it really easy for you didn't I? Here I was, thinking I was being too much of a bitch to you when really-"

"Stop!" Kai finally raises his voice. Your voice dies in your throat. Never has Kai commanded, let alone yelled, at you. There's a certain determination in his eyes that you've never seen before. It makes your heart speed, your legs tremble.

"Stop calling yourself that," Kai speaks softer this time. "Calling yourself...names. I never even thought those things about you. Ever. I mean, I do think about you, but not like that."

Despite being angry a second ago, your chest flutters at his confession. "...You think about me?"

As if realizing what he said, Kai blushes. It takes a moment before he nods, eyes finding the asphalt beneath his feet. "Yes. A lot actually."

You're still hesitant about it though, "Because I'm a bitch to you?"

Kai's head snaps up and he shakes it again, "No! Not at all..." He trails off for a moment, as if reconsidering what he said. The pause makes your heart clench. You should have known. Years of bullying would always stick no matter how much you sucked his dick.

"Well, you are...mean to me," he confirms. "But it's more than that. I kind of want you to do that to me. It's weird, and I honestly think there's something wrong with me. I just wanna be your dog sometimes."

Now it's your eyes that widen, a small laugh escaping into the air.

Since being with Kai more, you've caught on that he tends to say outlandish things. You would pretend that it was stupid and make fun of him for it, but you've always thought it was cute.

"Sorry," he gives you a sideways smile. "But it's true. Whether you treat me like a cat or a dog, I just wanna be with you. Yes, you gave me a hard time growing up. And yes...a part of me is still scared of the next thing you'll have me do."

You open your mouth to reassure him that it won't happen again, but he beats you to it.

"But I'd do it. I'd do it again even if it meant brushing my teeth for hours. If it meant having to buy new underwear all the time because of the stains. None of it matters to me except you."

"Hyuka..." You can taste your tears on your lips. You don't deserve this, him. Yet here he is, using his shaky hands to wipe your tears.

"I'm serious. If you don't want me to see her again I won't. Just tell me what to do-"

"No," you choke back on your sobs. "Hyuka how can you still want me after everything I've done to you? I'm a horrible person. I've made you do horrible things. I've treated you horribly. Even now, I ruined your date and made it all about me."

Kai's warm touch is soothing to your wrecked state. You can hear cars pulling up and people walking. If they're watching you and Kai, he must not care to notice. His gentle grasp on you stays, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're not a horrible person, and you didn't ruin anything. I've been trying to find an excuse to leave anyway. You saved me if anything," Kai admits.

Your hands clasp over his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. You both stand in silence, letting your breathing even out. Kai is patient as ever, softly humming under his breath.

That's another habit you've picked up on. You can sometimes hear him sing in the shower, when he's choosing a movie to put on for background noise.

"Oh wow," Kai sounds in awe. You blink a few times to see him looking up, and you mimic his movement. The sun has nearly fully settled, giving the sky a beautiful blue hue.

"It's the blue hour," he says mindlessly. "Isn't it beautiful?."

Your gaze settles on Kai's features. His strong jawline, the little bump in his nose, his full bottom lip. "Yeah," you agree, eyes fixed to his face. "It is."

"Hyuka," you call him after a second. His eyes move away from the sight, but the look of awe never leaves as he looks at you. "I'm sorry." You can feel your tears build up again. "I know it's not enough, and I don't think there's anything I can do to make up for what I did. But I'm so sorry. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I was stupid, that I was drunk. But I can't, and I won't. I'm selfish, I'm mean, I'm messed up. There must be something wrong with me too because I still want you after everything."

"There's nothing wrong with you," he whispers. Kai tenderly kisses your tears away, licking his lips. "Or maybe there is, we can be messed up together."

You giggle at him, playfully smacking his chest. "That's such a loser thing to say."

Kai laughs with you, pearly whites glistening in the setting sun, "I was hoping you'd think I was a lover."

You shake your head, still keeping the smile on your face. "So now what?" You question. "Do we kiss or something?"

Kai only shrugs, "I'll do whatever you want to do."

"We should go back to my place," you reason quickly. "It's getting cold out here."

His lips are on yours the second you closed the door to your apartment. Kissing Kai is nothing like anything you've experienced before. He’s shaky, messy, uncoordinated, and you love every second of it. You wonder why you never kissed him before.

You lead him towards your room, both of you tripping and slipping off your shoes. Hushed giggles filled the air as you finally opened your bedroom door.

It’s then that Kai decides to have some decency, "You don't have roommates?"

His lips are swollen and flushed from kissing. Your eyes catch how his hair points in all directions from the previous makeout session in the car.

You roll your eyes and slam your door closed loudly. "What about it? Take off your pants and get on the bed."

Kai is quick to listen to your directions, fumbling with his belt as you lead him to the bed.

His hands tremble from anxiousness, struggling to unclasp himself. You take pity on him and sit him on the edge of the bed, falling to your knees.

"You don't need to rush, Hyuka," you soothingly tell him. Your hands run up and down his thighs, trying to get them to relax. "We can take things slow. Plus I've already seen your dick. A little too late to be shy about showing me that, hm?"

Kai gives you an apologetic smile and nods, "Yeah sorry." You hear him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Once he's calmed down enough he looks down at you and nods again, a sign to keep going.

Carefully, you remove his belt and toss it on the ground. You maintain eye contact when you unbutton the top of his pants, moving down to lower his zipper. Kai keeps his eyes trained on yours, a habit you had taught him whenever you gave him head.

He lifts his hips upwards so you can pool his pants around his ankles. You eye the tent in his boxers, licking your bottom lip.

"This all for me?" You tease, using your hands to play with his waistband. When he doesn't answer, you pull back on the elastic on his underwear and let it go. The snap sound echoes in your room, and Kai jolts from the slight stinging sensation.

"Yes! Yes it's all for you." His voice is whiny, eager to be pleased.

Maybe you should go easier on him, you had a heart to heart with him less than an hour ago. Still, a part of you feels like you've been going too easy on him in the bedroom. Here he is, expecting pleasure from you the moment you bring him to your place.

You've made Kai quite the whore.

This is his first time fucking, and that knowledge alone makes you back off from your usual antics. With a smile on your face, you shimmer his boxers off. You can see his ears turn red when you coo at the sight of his hard cock.

"It's so hard. I can't believe it's like this when I haven't even touched you. Thought you'd get tired of me." You speak mindlessly.

"I always get like this when I think of you," Kai confesses in a small voice. Your chest blooms with butterflies, returning his blush. "And I'd never get tired of you," he quickly adds. "Never."

To show your gratitude for his words, you grasp his cock in one hand while you place your other hand on his thigh. You stroke him gently, moving to engulf his tip in skin before dragging it down. Kai hums gratefully and grips the sheets.

It doesn't take long to hear the slick from his pre-cum. Your whole body starts following his strokes as if you're riding him. Saliva starts to pool in your mouth from watching your hand get all the attention. Still, the emptiness in your throat isn't enough to stop. You love seeing his face twist in pleasure, the way his neck looks when his head is thrown back.

Unconsciously, you begin to bounce on air. You pussy clenches around nothing, dripping with arousal. You're neglecting yourself from what you crave, what you need. It's been a long time since your pussy has been stuffed. Excluding Kai's tongue and your fingers, there hasn't been much action going on. You couldn't picture yourself sleeping with anyone so long as you were seeing Kai.

Now you’ve been given his dick on a platter, his tip an angry red with bulging veins. Experimentally, you bring your hand upwards to rub the head of his cock. Kai writhes in overstimulation, his hips jerking backwards to escape your touch.

You hum, understanding. "Sensitive huh? You think you can take my pussy next?"

There's a little spark of panic in his eyes, but determination overpowers it. "I can take it." Kai fidgets with the blankets nervously, "I dunno if I'll be any good."

You take your hand off his length and rise to your feet. "You don't need to be good, Hyuka. Just lie there like a good boy and I'll do all the work." Your fingers grasp the hem on your shirt and you lift the material over your head.

Kai has seen your boobs before. You've let him place his dick between them and use it like a fleshlight. He never gets bored of the sight though, and his dick jumps again in excitement.

You throw the blouse in the same direction of his belt. Teasingly, you cup yourself and massage your breasts. "Your turn."

Kai hesitates in taking off his shirt, but seeing you playing with your tits encourages him to do so. He doesn't try to think about how you're staring at him as he tucks his arms in the holes and lifts the shirt over his head.

To praise him, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You take a few steps closer to Kai so his face is in your chest. He looks up at you as you place a nipple in his mouth, needing some type of stimulation. He obeys, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin.

His lips suck on your bud, moving his hands to wrap around your bare torso.

Kai's tongue flicks against your nipple, making you moan. He switches from one boob to the next, unsure of which one to pay attention to. Kai settles for taking his time on each one.

He notes how you whine when he sucks harshly, how you arch your back further into him when he captures your nipples between his teeth. Kai watches as your skin turns purple from his bruising, a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

Your legs begin to tremble from the feeling. You keep a grasp on the back of his head to keep him close. The desire between your legs grows stronger. Your patience wears thin as you start undoing your jeans.

Kai backs away to let you get fully undressed. He kicks his pants off from his ankles and helps you shimmy out of your underwear.

Both of you are completely nude, exposed. It's a whole new sense of vulnerability. Before, clothes were a way to establish power. You would keep Kai either mostly clothed or naked from down under. It gave you a sense of superiority over him, but that's the last thing, if at all, that you want to feel from him now.

Instead, you want to feel his body on yours. His hot skin kissing your own. You might always want to take charge in the bedroom, but you don't think you could ever look down on him ever again.

How did you ever do it in the first place?

You place yourself on his lap, pushing him down by his chest to lay him on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth slightly open to catch his breath. You shush quietly, an attempt to calm him down once again. "It's okay, Hyuka. I'm right here."

Some seconds pass before you place yourself above his hips. You hover over him, knees either side of his waist. Your hand reaches down to grab the base of his cock, angling it towards your entrance. Kai's hands are still fisting the sheets, but you tell him that it's okay to grab you instead.

He listens and takes ahold on your hips, sinking into the bed further.

To let Kai get used to the feeling, you run the tip on his cock over your pussy lips, letting your arousal gather. The warmth of your sexes makes both of you moan.

"It's so warm," he notices. You giggle and look up at him, "It's even warmer inside."

Rather than looking nervous, Kai smiles back at you expectantly.

You take that as a green light to take him in. Slowly, you push the head of his dick inside. The crown spreads you slightly, and you have to bite your bottom lip from moaning too loudly. Kai whimpers at the first feel of your pussy, his grip tightening on you for a second.

You sink on him a few more inches before moving back up, letting your cunt adjust to his size. There's slight pain on your part, but you're so wet that it's far too easy to slide back down. The ache only mixes with the pleasure each time you take him deeper.

Kai seems to appreciate you taking your time. His hips stay on the bed obediently, taking in the feeling of your walls gushing around him. It's not until you sit on him fully, your ass to his thighs, that he cries out. He swears he sees white from the tight pleasure, the way his cock fits snug in you.

Perfect.

With trembling thighs, you let yourself settle on Kai's girth. He's stretching you out fully, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach. The depth makes you twitch and squeeze around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You trail your hands upwards so they rest on his shoulders. "This okay?"

Kai opens his mouth only to moan in response. He's babbling nonsense, but he's nodding rapidly. You can make out a few yes's and a string of curses, making you laugh. Experimentally, you rock your hips on him. The movement makes him whimper, his hands falling further down to grip your ass.

You set the pace, lifting yourself a few inches up before dropping back down. The feel of his cock dragging inside of you sends shivers down your spine. There's nothing you wish more than to bury yourself deep in his cock, spasming around him. You think you could cum from just squeezing him, but Kai is practically drooling for how you're riding him.

It doesn't take long for the pace to pick up. Especially with how his fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass, itching to pick you up himself just to slam you back down. His hips start thrusting upwards to meet you halfway.

Your breasts bounce from the force, a series of moans leaving your lips from every thrust. Neither of you care about how loud your thrusts are, skin on skin. If anything, that sound mixed with the wet slapping spurns you on more. Kai picks his head up to watch where you both connect and his dick disappears inside you, imprinting the image into his mind .

The sight alone makes Kia's balls tense. You're so warm, wet, and tight for him that he can feel his release getting closer. Thinking about finishing inside of you is beyond what Kai could have ever wished for. Making you his in any way possible, painting you in his skin in the most vulnerable way.

It's then that Kai realizes you both have missed a crucial step.

"Condom!" He chokes out. "C-condom. We didn't...we didn't..." Kai stutters from the power of his orgasm. It hits him so suddenly, his eyes sting from tears. It's embarrassing to cum so quickly, yet how could he not? You just feel too good.

If you heard Kai, you paid no attention to it. Instead, you help him ride out his high. You can feel his cum bury itself deep inside you, hoping to get you pregnant. He came a lot though, as expected from a virgin. Some of it slips out and drips down onto your bed. Not that you mind - it's kind of cute.

Your hips slow when Kai's moans settle down. He seems to like you rocking on him gently, milking him for every drop. Kai blinks up at you as a few tears fall, making you clench around him.

"I didn't mean to," he sobs. His hands trails up back to your waist as he cries. "I'm s-sorry. I really didn't-"

You shut him up by leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. His cries muffle, but he soon starts kissing you back. Kai presses you closer to him at your taste, finding solace in your touch. You pull away gently, watching how he chases after your lips blindly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Hyuka," you console. Your hands trail up and down his chest lovingly. "I wanted you to, I liked it."

"Y-You did?" he sniffs.

Nodding, you tell him, "I did. So you don't have to feel bad. We can take care of it in the morning." Kai nods at you, though his eyes still look unsure.

You decide that you won't have the opportunity to cum tonight, lifting yourself off him.

Kai's touch surprises you when he keeps you still on his softening cock. "But...you didn't..." He looks up at you shyly, pressing his cock deeper to get his point across.

You mewl at the feeling, tensing for a moment. "It's okay. We don't have to, I know you're tired."

Despite his sleepy eyes, Kai shakes his head. "I'm not. Use me. I can still be good for you."

Kai gently thrusts his hips upwards, not as deep but still enough to make a whole new warmth of gush leave your pussy. There's no way in hell you can deny yourself from pleasure any longer. Even if his dick isn't as hard, you can still use him, like he offered.

Kai hisses from how feverishly you begin to bounce on his cock. He's still so sensitive, but your need to cum outweighs the care for his own pain. He needs to see how you cum around his dick. Even if you rub him raw, fuck him for hours on end, the feeling of your cunt dripping with your cum around him is all he can think about.

Tears once again prick his eyes, and your hips rock faster upon seeing them. Kai's length is so hot and slippery in you, you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly. The warmth in your belly builds, chills covering your body.

Still being the obedient boy he is, Kai doesn't stop fucking up into you. Not even when the tears fall down his cheeks or the moans are tumbling uncontrollably from his lips again. You swear you see his eyes go crossed from the overstimulation, spurring you on further.

No matter how nice you'll be with Kai, no matter how much love you'll give him, seeing him cry will always be your favorite sight.

The building of heat in your stomach finally bursts, flooding your orgasm on Kai's cock. You twitch and moan when you cum, clenching harshly on Kia's abused dick. Kai rocks his hips against you to ride out your high, mimicking how you did for him.

You steady yourself on his shoulder before collapsing on him chest to chest. Both of you breathe raggedly, sweaty bodies mingling with each other. You both pay no mind, opting to stay still instead.

Nobody makes a move to pull Kai out of you. Not that you wanted to, it felt rather nice to have him inside.

Silence falls over you two as you steady your breaths. It's as though the world stopped moving. All you can feel is Kai's embrace as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle closer to him, planting a brief kiss on his chest.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, lifting your head up to see him.

Kaipeers up at you, looking thoughtful. "I feel...thirsty."

You adjust yourself so that you're supporting yourself on the palm of your hands, preparing to get up. "I can get some water-"

"No. You stay here, I can get it." Kai easily lifts you off his dick, both of you whining at the loss of contact. He sets you beside him and sits up, grabbing his clothes that he hastily puts on.

He gives you one last look before slipping out of your room. You take this brief time to collect your thoughts, your feelings.

Or so you try until your phone goes off. You sit up to search for the device on the floor, spotting it near your pants. You crawl off the bed, legs aching from being in one position for so long. Once the phone is in your hand, you climb back in bed and open your notification.

Yeonjun: i expect my compensation within the next few weeks

You groan, hating yourself for agreeing to his terms. There's no time to think about responding when Kai walks in with two glasses of water and a towel he must've found.

You shut your phone off and welcome your new lover back in bed. You'll have to worry about your promise to Yeonjun another time.

a/n: and thats a wrap! thank you so much for reading this little series and I hope you enjoyed it! I did *slightly* hint at an epilogue, but we'll see if I actually do it. huge thanks to @then-make-me for editing and revising!! this was defo a chore im sure! thank you so much!

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howtodolife · 5 months

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Luv You

summary: Reader says the safe word during a scene and Jungkook takes care of her.

Jungkook × f!reader

genre: smut (initially), fluff

Dom!Jungkook × sub!reader, descriptive smut in the beginning, rough sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex, sexual innuendos, light insecurity, Jungkook calls reader "doll", reader calls jungkook "kook", (I'm new to this idk now 😭) overstimulation, aftercare, sweet talk, reassurance.

"Oh my god", you barely managed to get out as Jungkook thrusted inside you, fast-paced and sharp. You tried to keep them in, but your moans reverberated in the room, loud and unmuffled, in addition to the groans that Jungkook let out every 2-3 thrusts. He had an expression of pained pleasure painted on his face, trying to keep his pace even and stable as he tried not to lose his mind over how beautiful and ethereal you looked, even with your hair disheveled and your mascara almost running down your face, he loved this sight, which caused him to go harder. "Jungkook", you finally managed to say. "Yes, doll? He answered "is too much", you whimpered, already exasperated due to work and even more overwhelmed from coming two times during this session, one managed solely by his fingers. You were too overstimulated and hypersensitive to every touch of his, your whole body aching, it was overpowering. "Just a bit more love, you're doing so well, you look fucking perfect", he heaved. But it was too intense, you couldn't see nor think straight, so you blurted out. "Kook- red please, no more". All of the rustling and shifting ceased; movements suddenly came to a stop. You shivered at the sudden loss of contact there and felt his grip on your body loosen, leaving bruises you knew he'd take care of.

You tried to catch your breath as the rough grips were now replaced by feather-light touches, as if he were treading on glass shards, afraid one mis-step could ruin it all. "Babe?" He hesitatingly asked "You okay?". He put his boxers on and caressed your thighs, giving you the time to settle down and regain your cool. He wiped you with a wet cloth, got the two of you cleaned, changed the soiled bedsheets and the other rituals that follow afterwards, all while enquiring about whether you were all right or not. He grew more concerned with each passing moment, nervousness going through the roof, wondering what's gonna come after this.

After everything was done and cleaned up, you finally got the chance to snuggle up to him. You were sitting on his lap in a foetal position as his back rested against the headboard. He felt warm and cozy, which made you wind back and feel utterly at ease, he smelled good and his skin felt soft, making you scoot even closer, if that was possible. Jungkook held you in his arms, one hand caressing your back and thighs, offering reassurance. "I'm sorry I went too far, Y/N-" he rambled and you stopped him before he started going down this rabbit hole again "it's alright, Kook, I was already tired and exhausted from work. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me", you reassured. He sighed loudly at that and you could feel that he was extremely jittery and afraid that he messed things up. He would never do anything to sabotage this relationship he has with you and tries his absolute best to be the perfect person for you. You are the girl who makes him want to be a better person and Jungkook wanted to wake up next to you his whole life. You are the love of his life, his muse, and he'd beat himself up forever if he lost you. "Kook?" You reached out, snapping him out of his thoughts, "hmm, doll", he answered, looking eager to hear out what you had in your mind. You lifted your head from his chest and put your hand on his face, looking into his eyes, a determined expression on your face "It's alright, love, I promise you didn't do anything to hurt me and nothing bad happened.I was just already overwhelmed. I love you and I trust you, Jungkook. I hope you know that. Really, it's not because of you." Jungkook's face visibly relaxed at that, and he smiled, letting out a deep breath. "Okay, I understand."

You laid your head on his chest and he peppered your head with soft kisses, hands finding their way here and there, tightening around you sometimes. You would sometimes let out a giggle and he swore he felt his mood uplift at the sound. "Was i good, though?" You enquired, curious. Jungkook chuckled at that, "You were beyond good, y/n. You looked so fucking amazing, the day i get into some sorta trouble because of how you look is not far. I swear you're made for me" You smiled, heart fluttering, but at the same time, bewildered. "I came back home after a full day of work, Kook, I couldn't possibly have looked that good", he nodded at that, smiling, "nuh uh, you always look pretty, as a matter of fact, you look even prettier when I have my fingers inside of yo-" "Oh my god, babe, what the fuck" Your eyes widened and you panicked due to his crude language, not expecting it. He laughed at that, his face scrunching up, you loved hearing this sound, it made you feel euphoric, though you would've cherished this scene more if it wasn't for him teasing you "I love all of your moans and whimpers, and the fact that you have those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth because of me makes it even better. goddamn, you're so perfect, doll" You were rendered quite speechless so you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, snuggling into him, letting out a hum. "Hm okay, I'll stop now since you decided to act all cute" he heaved out. You could feel him smiling against your head, though.

A few more hours passed, all of them spent in pampering you, the night grew darker and more silent, tiredness finally taking over as you felt drowsy in his arms.

"I love you, doll."

"I love you, Jungkook"

Writer's note: OH MY GOD GUYS, there goes my first imagine sksksk please please tell me how it was, any criticism is welcomed (be nice though) reblogs and replies are appreciated. 😭💗 <3

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

Character(s). Wanderer (Scaramouche)

Synopsis. Wanderer's voice lines (omg talk about redundancy) as your slow burn love story.

Fluff, comfort, CLICHE! CLICHE! CLICHE!

Mentions of Scara being taller than the reader. F! reader (because this is safer. I keep messing up gn reader fics because I always put her or any fem pronouns.)

Surely you don't expect me to proofread, right?

Not all of his voice lines are included, only the few where I can write something I enjoy BUT STILL WHY IS THIS SO LONG? Might do Xiao next but idk.

Babygirl Xiao ver.

NAMES

The first time you met was when lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to the wanderer as his temporary companion. Something the latter deemed unnecessary as he will be staying under the Dendro Archon's supervision for a while.

It would be nice to have someone to talk to aside from me. The archon mused before leaving the two of you, saying something about discussing a few things with the traveller.

Your eyes travelled towards the lad in front of you, slender figure towering over yours. And his eyes— you couldn't point a finger at the emotions blaring through it, He's scary.

You inquire about his name, trying to start a proper conversation that may make him feel comfortable. But then all he did is stare at you for a good three seconds before clicking his tongue and walks away.

Talk about manners.

A bit irked by his actions, you followed through his steps before yanking his sleeves, "I asked what's your name"

The irritation in your voice and your bold actions amused the lad, if Kusanali thinks it's a good thing to have another companion, then surely she'll not complain if he enjoys himself a little, right?

"I've gone by many names throughout my life—" you noticed how he paused, and a flash of misery waved in his indigo orbs "But you can call me anything you want. Just don't disappoint me by your choices"

It took you days to decide, until you learned from the traveler that he was referred to as SCARAMOUCHE before things happen.

When you told the lad that it is what you plan on addressing him as, he refused right away. But your words struck something in him and somehow, he's glad it is what you've decided to.

"You've had so many unwanted things that relates to this name, and I want to turn it around."

SMALL TALKS

He always looks at you with bored eyes and crossed arms before turning his back at your every attempt to spark little chat.

And when I say every time, it means every time. Your first few days accompanying the lad were just awkward with him denying you any form of conversation.

But don't get me wrong, as much frustration it gave you, the wanderer is enjoying it. How your nose scrunch up, vivid annoyance, etc. He's loving how much entertainment you're giving him.

You've caught up to this, you really do. But you just want to feel the satisfaction of making him talk. Besides, how are you gonna comply to your archon's wishes if you can't talk to him?

That is until you stumbled unto the man in question sleeping. His face drawn in between fear and resentment as his chest heaved heavily, a drop of tears adorns his visage— A nightmare.

You shake the man awake, saving him from further heartbreak the dreamland is serving him.

And when he opened his eyes to look at you—archon's, when he looked at you. The steel emotions are gone, it doesn't looks like he's intimidating or anything alike.

To you, Scaramouche looks like a love deprived child.

His eyes flashed pain and exhaustion boring holes onto yours before he regained composure, the usual wanderer now back.

Yet you noticed how his hands still tremble, so you took it in yours, him wincing in the process. "What are your doing?"

"I don't know, but I'm here" you really don't, yet as he laid his head on your shoulders, shushing you as he do so, you know you're doing something good.

"Don't speak. It's aggravating when you try not to be awkward with silence"

ATTACHMENTS

If he weren't so pretty, you might have bruised his face by now.

Three months have passed after your fated interaction with the wanderer. And in such time, your patience isn't getting any longer.

"What? Gonna cry to Mama Kusanali now and ask to take you away from the meanie?" Scaramouche taunted you, just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on. "Such a crybaby, this is why you've got no lover still"

"Hah?! As if you have one! You're so tactless people will scurry away even before you speak" you spat back, missing the way he flinched at the thought.

"Heh? You think I've got a sharp tongue? I just tell things the way I see it. Isn't your problem that you're too sensitive?"

You end up arguing more, of course. But much to your amusement, and unusual worry, the lad toned down his insults for the following days.

You tried to confront him and his poor attempt at being friendly, but it's Scaramouche we're talking about. There's no way in hell he'll let you have what you want.

"Fine, fine. If you don't want to tell me, then don't" you notice how his face contorts into that of his when he's about to insult you, but then he holds it back.

You're not sure where you'll be shocked at. The way he controls his mouth, or his next choice of words—

"Since—since Buer brought you hear, you will not leave me right away even if I'm a bit tactless—right? "

I'M HERE

You watch his eyes narrow at the painful memory as he recalls what his creator did to him. Scara barely talks, and you appreciate the small moments he decides to tell stories about him self.

But when hurt become evident in his indigo orbs, you feel guilty for asking the wanderer.

He probably guessed your thoughts, flicking your forehead and muttering "I don't need pity, dumbass" before hiding his emotions once again.

"I don't pity you, idiot—" you started, gaining his attention. "You're kind. The world did things that made you mean though" he rolled his eyes at your words, ready to say something but you beat him to it

"But I admire you. You're strong. You've been wronged so many times and yet you're still willing to atone"

Your companion looks at you with confusion adorning his pretty face, words long died down in his throat so you decided to speak more.

"They may leave you, but I won't. If there will be a time that the strong you needs someone to wipe your tears, "

You took his gentle digits into yours, on usual occasion, he may have slap it away, but something tells him not to.

"I'm here. I will be here. " and with that, you have his eternal, undying loyalty.

SPECIAL TREATMENT

"Buer told you to bring an umbrella, didn't she?" you pursed your lips at his words. Your archon did remind you about bringing the said item, but then the sun was all high and mighty earlier today that you decided to neglect her words.

"Yes, but it doesn't look like it's gonna rain today!" you huffed, surely he wouldn't be that drenched if you two share his hat, right?

"But it did. So now, suffer"

Annoyed at the lad, and by the fact that he's right, you proceeds to stomp your feet away from the shed the two of you are currently residing, determined to get back to the city before the downpour comes heavy.

The wanderer watch as you angrily walked away from his direction. His idea of staying a little longer outside with you now in the dumps because your stubborn ass can't get a hint.

Sighing, he unleashes his elemental skill and hover towards you.

You met his indigo eyes, annoyance still vivid in yours. "You act like a five year old sometimes"

His words, as usual, irked you. but then the irritation quickly dissipates when he put his hat on your head and gestures you to climb up his back as he kneeled.

"We don't have the whole day dumbass"

You comfortably settled on his back while he secure your knees.

The journey back to the city was silent until you speak, and archons, the wanderer is grateful that his face is hidden from your sight.

"You smell nice"

CONFESSIONS

"Just do it"

You hesitantly placed your palms on his before he maneuvered your body and carried you princess style.

"Scara not too high!" you warned as he gives you a soft chuckle and called you a scaredy cat.

"Look" you heard him say, gesturing towards the scenery the night of Sumeru City can offer. To say that it was breathtaking was an understatement— the image before you is enchanting.

The flickering lights of the busy streets adorned the darkened city, and the stars above aren't taking any competition into account. The air up high is cold, considering the altitude, but something keeps you warm.

Scaramouche.

"It's beautiful"

The wanderer's gaze flicks towards you and saw how in awe you are at the view. He wonders, will you ever look at him the same way? he'll never know.

"Of course it is." he huffed, proud that he get to show you such a wonderful view. He almost dropped you, though, when you voiced out another thought of you.

"Do you consider me as pretty as this?"

one... two... three seconds and you brushed it off with a laugh. His silence is enough proof that once again, you sound so stupid.

"Kidding. idiot."

You thought that the discussion is over, but then when you were about to wave him good bye for the day, you felt a small tug at your sleeves.

You turned around to see a flustered wanderer, his eyes avoiding yours. "There's only one similarity between you and this city,"

He began, not entirely sure of whether to continue his little speech or not.

"I'm in peace."

Your heart flutters at his words. Maybe he feels the same way about you, maybe he doesn't. But he's an immortal, and you have a lifetime.

#scaramouche x oc #scara x reader #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader angst #genshin scara #kunikuzushi #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer #wanderer x y/n #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #yae publishing house #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact screenshots

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wukong-s-only-wife5000 · 5 months

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CAN U DO A LMK WUKONG AND READER ROMANTIC WHERE WUKONG IS A JEALOUS MF WHEN READER WITH ANOTHER PLS

Word Count: 1603.

Rating: some fluff.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A. Some language. I guess being a replacement for your kinda twin is a warning, idk.

Authors Notes: Hope you like it. Ended up as an ex-royal reader.

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It didn't take long for you to realize exactly what was going on with your lover. He stared at you from across the room, but he didn't move from his spot. You were aware of the look very well thanks to past experiences, and you were enjoying it. It's not that you liked making him jealous, but…

Okay, yes, you did enjoy seeing him jealous. The way his nose flared up, how his tail would thrash, and his eyes zeroed in on the men flirting with you was simply too adorable! The fact that a guy like Sun Wukong, the famous Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, could be jealous of someone flirting with someone like you made you feel… loved. You bit your lip as your gaze fell on Wukong, each time your heart would skip a beat and have you blushing and looking away in an attempt to hide it.

The others beside you found amusement in the two of your behaviour, but they remained neutral. Wukong looked at the men in the room, and the only thing that kept the monkey calm was your smile. What made him smile to himself was the fact that he made you smile like that, it made the night more bearable.

“My fairest lady,” yet another kissed your hand.

You held it to your heart and watched as the male tried to romance you. You watched as he left and wiped the back of your hand on the guard beside you, which made him struggle to hide a proud smirk, though Wukong's was on full display.

That's my girl.

“I grow tired of this…” you sighed softly to the male next to you.

“Unfortunately for the both of us, the night is still young,” his words made you sigh softly, he just had to remind you.

“Why did you have to remind me of that?” you wanted to slouch but couldn't as you kept your head high.

“If it were up to me, I'd slice the hands off everyone that touched you,”

“I'm pretty sure you're not the only one,” you both shot a glance at the Monkey King before looking at each other in amusement.

“We could say he was possessed,” the guard mused.

“My father would have you both beheaded for madness,” you chuckled softly.

“That last one smelled of weak ale,”

“Don't remind me,” you sighed through your nose before you sat down and leaned against your right hand. “What was my father thinking? Why am I even here?”

“Because your sister is unwell,”

Yeah, ‘unwell’. What rubbish.

“Curse the twin,” you grumbled.

“(Y/n),” he chuckled.

“As if she'd do the same for me,” you huffed. “She's probably snagging that guard of hers. Sick, my arse. More like sick of this shit.”

“Indeed,” he sighed softly.

“The sooner this is over, the sooner I can leave,”

“The Monkey King shares that thought,”

“Naturally,” you glanced at the guard, “would you want to spend all night watching your woman be kissed and serenaded by assholes only seeking fame and glory?”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, his gaze on the guests. “I assume the feeling is neutral? Women tend to be swarming him like flies.”

“Sweet things do tend to attract pests,” you looked at the crowd boredly.

“Only you can call a man like that something sweet,”

“Hmmm,” you smiled and toyed with the ring around your neck, only to frown when it wasn't there. “Right, I had to put it down…”

“I weep for you,”

“Oh, shove off,” you grumbled.

“Lady (Y/n),”

“Yes?” They both froze and looked at the male. “Wait, how did you-”

“Your secret is safe with me,” he offered his hand. “If you allow me a dance.”

You were hesitant but sighed before you stood and took his hand. He smirked a bit, but didn't notice her guard shift uncomfortably or his and her glance to the Monkey as he frowned. You followed his gaze and internally screamed. If you thought Wukong was brimming with jealousy before and looks could kill, words can't describe the Monkey King at that moment.

“A slow one, bard,” the male requested.

“Oh boy,” you heard him mumble before he bowed and started to sing.

He brought you close to his chest as he danced with you, all eyes on you, since you were very hard to get all night.

“You must be wondering how I figured it out?” He mused and whispered into your ear. “You're much more attractive than your sister,” he stated. “Not to mention more curvy, the corset may hide it well, but I can tell.”

“Aren't you clever,” you said in annoyance.

You were sure that no one would be able to tell you weren't your sister. If this male could tell, how many other guests could tell that you weren't her? You cursed your sister, betting that she was with some male rather than doing what she was supposed to be as the future Queen. What nonsense.

“May I have this dance?” a familiar voice broke you from your thoughts, and a bright smile appeared on your features when you saw the Monkey King.

“I’d love to,” you took his open hand and allowed him to guide you to the dance floor. Feeling his hands on you felt like the missing piece that you were missing, the thing that you needed most.

“I want to lay my head on your shoulder so bad right now,” you sighed softly.

“Hm,” was his response, but oh did he want that too.

You knew if you made any indication that you liked him, they’d make him and your sister get married. There was no way you were going to let your Great Sage Equal to Heaven be paired with your sister, she’s taken too much from you already.

“I'm surprised that you're dancing with me in front of all these people,” you mused as you looked up at him.

“Eh, you looked as bored as I was,” he tried to play it off cool, which made you struggle not to smile at him.

“Oh, don't be like that, Wukong,” she mused. “You're trying so hard not to smile, is that why you won't look me in the eyes?”

“Hm,” was all you got as replies.

“You really are adorable,”

“Why did you-”

“You know why, don't think I don't know your ear had filtered everything to listen to me,”

“Clever princess,” he mumbled in that voice that simply made you melt.

“Obviously, you don't love me for my looks,” your words made him look at you instantly.

“Of course I do,” he said. “I love every inch of you,”

“If you say so,” you said before the song stopped. “I will see you after,”

“As you wish, your majesty,” he bowed slightly.

“Funny,” you smiled and pulled away hesitantly. You walked back to your pedestal and let out a deep sigh.

“Who knew the Monkey knew how to dance,”

“Oh, hush,” she grumbled. “When I give you the cue, guide him to my Chambers,”

“Of course, my lady,” he smirked a bit.

“Wipe that look off your face before I punch you,”

“Terribly sorry,” he chuckled, but his smirk remained.

There was quite some time that passed before you saw an opening. When the time came, you acted without hesitation.

“Dobre,”

“At once,” he bowed.

“Don't make it obvious,” she said.

The guard walked with a mug of ale and made his way to the monkey, unnoticed by anyone. He stood at the monkey's side, and they watched the princess mingle with guests with a strained smile.

“She acts the part of Princess (S/n) quite well,” he commented.

“Hm,”

“Treat her well, Great Sage,” he glanced at Wukong, “she deserves the world.”

“I know,” he said and finished his drink.

“Follow me,” Dobre said as he finished his drink in one go and set it down on the nearest table.

“Okay,” with one more glance at his princess, Wukong followed the guard out of the ballroom and down the halls, where his straight posture immediately relaxed as he let out an annoyed groan.

“Damn stuck-up royals,” he rolled his shoulders, “to hell with them all,”

“Hm,” he eyed the male before he stared ahead.

“I envy you, Monkey King, I really do,” he glanced at him, “Getting to travel with (Y/n) must have its own pleasures,”

“You could say that,” he smirked a bit before he frowned at a thought. “Who's that man that got her to dance?”

“Ugh, Lord Heseltine of Inglewood,” he huffed, “real asshole that one. Thinks he's untouchable and all-powerful.”

“Didn't seem all that powerful to me,” Wukong grumbled under his breath. He was far better than that man by 10000%.

“She'll be up soon,” he said as he opened the door for him. “Room's soundproof,” Wukong looked at the guard as he smirked and winked. “You two behave yourselves.”

“Dobre,” the voice behind him made him jump.

“That was quick,” he mumbled.

“I have my ways,” you grinned.

“He's waiting,”

“Thanks, Dobra,”

“Of course…” He nodded and ruffled her hair with a lopsided smile, “I'm glad you're finally happy, princess,”

“I am,” you smiled.

“Go on, I have rounds to make,” he motioned you inside before he left her in the hall.

“Wukong?” you called as you walked into the room and closed the door behind you. You watched him on the bed, just starting to remove his armour.

“Here I thought I had time to change,”

“Where's the fun in that?” she bit her lip and eyed him.

#request #x reader #lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #Lego: Monkey King #lego monkie kid sun wukong #monkey king #sun wukong #wukong #lmk sun Wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #wukong LMK #lego monkie kid wukong

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doumadono · 9 months

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Emergency request!!. Hi hope im doing this right but i would love some comforting douma if thats possible i dont really have presice ideas. Lately im feeling like i dont enjoy anything anymore even the things i love. There are so many changes with the people that surrounds me and i dont feel mattered or that i belong anymore or that people care. Im used/like to be alone but sometime its just painful idk why. Anyway i had to get these out thank you for indulging in my request and have a good day/night

Origami - Douma x gn!Reader

Synopsis: seeing his partner's sadness, Douma makes a swift decision to lift their spirits A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're feeling this way, dear Nonnie. Remember though that it's completely okay to have moments of doubt and uncertainty, especially when facing changes of any kind. Remember, your feelings are valid, and you are never alone in this. You do matter, and there are people who care about you deeply. If you ever need someone to talk to or just a listening ear, I'm here for you

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In the tranquil garden of Douma's temple, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of sakuras trees. Amidst the fragrant blooms and lush greenery, Douma's keen eyes caught a glimpse of his significant other, sitting huddled with their knees drawn up, tears glistening on their cheeks in a dim light cast by the moon. Concern etched his features as he approached. "Hey," he murmured softly, his voice a calming melody that seemed to dissipate the heaviness in the air. He lowered himself beside them, his movements deliberate yet unhurried. "Mind if I join you?"

They glanced up, their eyes weary but warm at the sight of him. "Of course, Douma-sama," they replied, their voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that tugged at his heart.

Resting beside them, Douma let the silence linger, understanding the need for a moment of solace. The gentle sounds of nature enveloped them, creating a cocoon of comfort that allowed their thoughts to unravel at their own pace. He watched as they wiped away their tears, their emotions painted across their features.

"You seem… distant," he ventured, his tone gentle yet inquisitive. "Is there something on your mind?"

Their gaze dropped to their hands, fingers fidgeting slightly as they struggled to put their feelings into words. "Lately, everything just feels… different," they admitted, their voice soft as if sharing a long-held secret. "Even the things I used to enjoy, they don't bring me the same happiness anymore."

Douma nodded understandingly, his rainbow coloured eyes filled with a mix of empathy and concern. "Change can be unsettling, especially when it feels like it's altering the things we hold dear," he mused, his words a soothing balm that seemed to resonate with their own feelings. "Trust me, I know this feeling damn too well."

A fleeting silence passed between them, each lost in their thoughts, until Douma gently reached out to take their hand in his. The touch was grounding, a tangible reminder that they were not alone in their struggles. "You know, it's okay to feel this way," he reassured them, his thumb brushing lightly over their knuckles. "Your emotions are valid, and I'm here for you, no matter what."

Their lips curled into a faint smile, gratitude shining in their eyes. "I know you are, Douma. It's just… sometimes it's hard to believe that I matter, that I belong."

His grip on their hand tightened ever so slightly, his gaze unwavering as he met their gaze. "You matter more than you realize," he said earnestly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within them. "To me, to the people who care about you, and even to the world surrounding you." With a tender gesture, he brushed a strand of hair from their face, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "You belong right here, in this moment," he assured, his words a promise that hung in the air like a whispered prayer.

They leaned into his touch, their heartache beginning to ebb away, replaced by a sense of comfort they hadn't felt in a while. In that tranquil garden, amidst the blossoming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves, Douma's embrace felt like a sanctuary, a reminder that even amidst change and uncertainty, their significance remained unwavering.

As the tears dried on their cheeks, they found solace in the quiet moments shared with Douma, their bond growing stronger with each word spoken and each touch exchanged.

"You know," Douma began suddenly, his tone gentle yet filled with a hint of mischief, "I've noticed that when the human mind is preoccupied with something engaging, it tends to forget about the troubles that weigh it down."

Curiosity flickered in his partner's eyes, a faint spark of intrigue amidst the cloud of their emotions. "What do you have in mind?" they asked, their voice lingering with curiosity.

Douma's lips curled into a subtle smirk, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. "How about we try our hand at origami?" he suggested. "It's a calming activity that requires focus and creativity. Plus, the sense of accomplishment when you create something beautiful with your own hands can be quite uplifting. I have always wanted to try it out but ever since I'm a demon, I tend to be occupied with more ghoulish stuff," he joked.

"Origami, huh?" they mused, a hint of interest coloring their words. "I've never really tried it before too."

Douma chuckled softly, his smile genuine and encouraging. "Perfect. Then it's a new experience waiting for both of us," he replied. "Come, let's sit down and give it a shot!"

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lilacliquors · 10 months

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a queen's throne

pairing: soldier boy ( ben ) x reader

prompt 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

word count: 935

contents: 18+ minors dni, facesitting, praise kink, dom!reader, actually more plot here than my last two wow, probably some gaslighting idk, and the lovely @mishapocalyse says it best, soldier boy is his own warning

notes: this was a request from an anon last night, but somehow, tumblr emptied my inbox and left me with no requests, even from before the special. this means my inbox is practically empty and you can request more stuff.

here is the link to the 1k special rules. please send in requests <3

having a supe for a lover was both a blessing and a curse. especially one as well known as your ben. dealing with paparazzi, promotional events, other women hanging all over him, it was hard on you. but despite what the tabloids wanted you to believe, he only had eyes for you. and god, what beautiful eyes they were.

he proved it to you nearly every night when he came home. the way he ravished your body, praised you, complimented you, made you see stars, it was all you needed to serve as a reminder that you were home to him, and you always thought that he'd never stray too far from a safe and loving home.

but one night in particular, it was rough. his performance on solid gold was in the final rehearsal stages, and to see all of those gorgeous dancers hang all over him, to see him bask in their attention, it made your chest feel tight. your face felt hot and your palms were sweaty as you saw him look at one woman, with beautiful tanned skin and dark sultry eyes, with a bedroom look you thought was reserved only for you. you stood abruptly, and that caught his attention from across the room. when he saw you leave, he knew he'd fucked up.

it didn't take him that long to catch up with you, you had situated yourself in his private dressing room to compose yourself, and when he saw you, there was a lump in his throat that he'd never felt before. you looked small, curled up on the couch with your legs tucked in and your arms crossed, and he shut the door behind him as gently as he could.

"was i wrong about you?" you asked, not once looking up at him.

"wrong about me?" he was caught off guard by the sudden question, and he arched a brow.

"all those times i defended you, said you were loyal, laughed off anyone who said otherwise. was i wrong?"

"no, no. no, you weren't wrong. it's all an act up there. you know it's all an act. it's never been anything more. and i don't know what's got you thinking otherwise this time," he said.

"no cameras were rolling this time. they yelled cut. i heard them. and you looked at her like ... shit, i'm shocked you didn't just rip her skin tight suit off right then and there!"

"you're being ridiculous. you know there's no one else i'd rather fuck than you. been that way for a while," he said, and you stood, letting your hands rest on your hips.

"then get over here. for all the trouble you just caused, you need to apologize."

there was a glint in his eye as he looked at you, his gaze lingering on the skirt you'd worn just for him, and he walked towards you in a trance like state.

"and how do you want me to do that?" he whispered, his hands gripping your waist.

"we're gonna put your mouth to good use. on your back, on the floor. now."

you were the only one who ever dare to order him around like this. and he loved it. dutifully, he got onto his knees first, then settled onto the floor, face up. you pulled your top off and tossed it aside, then reached under your skirt to shimmy your panties down your legs and drop them to the floor. you stepped out of them kept your shoes, skirt, and bra on, and got down to the floor as well. you crawled over until you were settled comfortably over his face, and you felt his hands holding onto your calves. you looked down into his pretty green eyes, nodded, and eased yourself down the rest of the way, his face disappearing under your skirt.

like a man starved, his tongue flattened against your cunt, your arousal sweet and inviting. your head tilted back as the tip of his tongue teased your clit, as you sighed as he toyed with it further. the sounds from between your thighs were obscene, and you couldn't help but grind down onto his tongue. one of your hands gripped his hair as you rocked yourself, using him as you saw fit. your clit bumped against his nose, and you whimpered quietly.

you heard him groan against you, his hands rubbed your legs, massaged your calves, gripped your ankles. anything he could do to either get you to press down harder or simply keep you in place. the gasps and moans leaving your lips were like music to his ears, and he could tell by the rapid beating of your heart that you were close.

he lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit, turned his head to nip at your thighs, it all drove you wild. you bucked your hips and held his head in place by his hair as you came, crying out as your thighs shook. he held you in place, not allowing you to pry yourself away from him, and he drank every last drop you could spare.

you were a sweaty, panting mess when he finally let you go, and you inched backwards so you could sit on his lap as he sat up. immediately, you leaned forward and kissed him, and his arms wrapped around your body, pinning you against him until he again had his fill.

"am i forgiven?" he breathed, his forehead resting against yours.

"until the next time you piss me off," you replied, and his grin was wolfish in nature.

"sounds good to me."

#atomwritez #atomwritez 1k special #1k spicy special #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy

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natsglorifiedsimp · 2 years

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Could you write something for mom!wandanat x daughter!reader or just mom!nat x daughter!reader (which ever you prefer) where R is in a situation where she doesn’t feel safe, but she’s also scared to say anything because other people are around. So she calls her mom and uses a code word/phrase they chose that basically means “I need help, but can’t say I need help out loud.”

Idk if that makes any sense 🤦🏻‍♀️ So basically they’re like halfway through a normal conversation when R says/asks something like “do we have any (insert random food/object here) at the compound?” and Nat says “I’m on my way” and immediately drops what she’s doing to go get her.

It doesn’t have to be exactly like that, please take the idea and make it your own!!! I love your writing! When I had this idea, I thought you’d write it well so I wanted to share! No pressure if you’re busy atm or just don’t like the idea! I totally get it ☺️ much love ❤️ hope you’re doing well!

Hi, thank you for the idea loves, and thank you for liking the shitty things I wrote it's not that well written like my favorite writers but I'm really glad you like them. Hope you're doing well too <3

Party Shenanigans

Taglist: @diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @lissaaaa145 @fxckmiup

Parties should be fun and outgoing to some people but to you, it's really not your thing. But here you were getting ditched by your best friend at the last minute of your plan to go together.

The original plan was to meet up at the house of someone– you don't even remember their name, only the fact that your best friend was begging you to come with her to– quote "socialize more".

But instead of coming home because your best friend canceled you decided it's best to just come in cause you were already there and what's the worst that could happen right?

When you entered the scent of alcohol, puke, and sex filled your nose. The loud music blaring around the house and people jumping around made the floor quake. You already hated that.

Their eyes landed on yours when you entered the house causing you to cower at their attention.

"Look who we have here" Someone named Jack– you remembered– slung his arm on your shoulders and grinned at you.

You awkwardly smiled back and he led you to the silent part of the room where the most famous group in your school was in.

"Oohhh Black Widow's daughter" a girl mused eyeing you up and down. The rest of them looked at you with interest in their eyes and the most that stood out was Georgia— the famous influencer slash cheerleader of the school.

"Come sit with us" she chimed. You internally rolled your eyes at her fake tone and outgoing personality.

You obliged and sat in the space she left for you.

"So what's it like to be the Black Widows' daughter?" she started.

This is why you barely have friends.

"uhm-"

"Is it true that your mom killed a ton of bad people?"

"Dude" someone interjected

"What?"

"Do you have cool gadgets too?"

"No-"

"Did your mom punch you in the face out of anger?"

"We should try calling your mom"

"Yeah that's a great idea"

All question was pampered to you and you didn't have time to answer any of the flowing questions.

Your leg was already bouncing, you started picking the skin around your nails. You wanted to go home.

"Y/n, call your mom" Georgia demanded.

"Uhm yeah sure" you shakily took out your phone and pressed your moms contact.

Not even a milisecond your mom answered the phone. They took your phone and put it on speaker.

"Hi honey, everything okay?" Natasha said. You could hear she was skimming through the writing of her mission reports.

"HII MRS. ROMANOFF!!" Jake boomed. Natasha on the other end winced at how loud their voice was.

Before your mom could reply everyone started pampering her with questions they asked you earlier.

You really wanna get out of here. You wanted to go home but really you didn't want to leave to be a bad impression.

"Mama do we have any orange slices at the compound?" you suddenly shouted and all of them looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

They looked back at the phone to see that Natasha already ended the call. All of the slumped back to the chair in disappointment and were met with silence.

Natasha on the other side started scrambling for her keys and running her way out of the compound to quickly get to you.

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You flinched when suddenly the door slammed open seeing a red-headed woman who was panting at how fast she needed to get to you.

All of their mouths were ajar seeing the Black Widow in real-life form and you sighed in relief that you finally get to go home.

The room erupted with a ton of squeals and questions about an autograph from your mom but with one glare all of them stayed silent.

"You wanna go home?" She asked softly.

"Yes, please."

#mcu #black widow #natasha marvel #natasha romonova #avengers #natasha romanov #natahsa romanoff #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha fanfiction #mama nat #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha x teen reader #natasha's child

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juni-aldaine123 · 15 days

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TRUST/ snf ; himfri

・❥・oneshot . fluff . maybe light angst at the end-?? idk . basically frieren understanding 'emotions' a little earlier than she does in canon . idk i feel like i've just keyboard smashed everything . will reading this even make sense? . i think i've also fcked up the tense . indistinct timeskip at the end

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The night seems long, and never-ending. Frieren feels a dull ache seep into her bones but she pushes through her fatigue; her friends are relying on her to finish this agonizingly slow battle once and for all.

Staff ready in hand she delivers the final blow on behalf of her companions and watches as the demon writhes and fades away into ashes, and then is lost to the cold winds of the North.

She looks back to see Heiter tending to Eisen, makes eye contact with him, coming to a silent agreement they both nod, and then she goes after Himmel who fares better than Eisen but is not unharmed.

"Why must you be so reckless?" she mutters annoyed as she rubs away the dried blood from his face with one of her discarded handkerchiefs. Himmel does nothing but give her his lopsided smile, staring at her with a knowing look having an inscrutable intensity that leaves Frieren feeling as if she doesn't understand something that has been bared right in front of her.

"Why, I'm assured. After all, Frieren will always have my back, right?"

"Why do you trust me so much? With your life?" She gives him a tube of ointment once she is done cleaning his shallow wounds but Himmel only shakes his head and pushes her outstretched hand back. She's surprised to find that she realises what Himmel means by that; he wants her to put it.

Maybe it is the result of spending every waking moment in his company but time isn't of essence to Frieren; she has way too much in her hands after all.

But it seems as if even this inconsequential time she has spent with Himmel and his party has taught her their wills. Now that she thinks about it, how did she understand what Heiter had conveyed to her even without words? How did she know Himmel wanted her help to put the ointment even though he never spoke a thing, just pushed her hand away?

She should have been confused, whether Himmel wanted to put the ointment or not, and then he would've told her, with words rather than his gaze, what he wanted her to do.

But neither Himmel nor Heiter had to say anything. She just understood what either meant and followed along.

How?

"Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Himmel's voice brings her out from her musings. She turns to the task at hand and with gentle hands finishes applying the medicine on him.

"You have too much confidence in my abilities."

"You think so because you undermine yourself, but that is not true." Himmel shakes his head with a soft sigh and reaches out to her; Frieren allows him to rest his hand on her head. Again- she understood what he had meant to do.

"I believe in Frieren. She's very strong," he says while patting her. It puts her doubts in herself to a little ease. Even her newfound awareness about herself doesn't feel so unnerving. It leaves a warm and comforting sensation in her chest.

"Even if you may not realise it now, one day you will." And she sears his words in her mind.

Maybe she has done it often, taken his words to heart, for she has never once forgotten any lessons he has bestowed her with. She hopes she will continue to do so in the eons she will live ahead in.

"Please learn to have more faith in yourself," he tells her after every battle they partake in and slowly she feels an unknown confidence blossom within her.

"I'm proud of you, Frieren," he tells her when they've defeated the Demon King at last and she feels an unknown admiration build up in her. For her.

Because if Himmel believes in her and if they've defeated the Demon KIng and his army surely it is evidence of her strength. So she chooses to believe in herself. And in Himmel's faith.

But on their way back to the Capital she wonders, what is this faith? And why has this faith been placed on her?

"It's because I trust you." When Frieren looks into eyes as free-spirited as the sky and as boundless as the sea she feels this trust reflect in herself.

"Thank you Himmel. For always believing in me. For.....trusting me." Her voice is lost to the bronze statue of a young man who stands on a pedestal before her, at his feet she lays a bouquet of blue moon weed.

She knows that he hears her not but hopes that her prayers would find their way to him. After all, she always did.

#sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren at the funeral #frieren manga #frieren #himmel #himmel x frieren #frieren x himmel #frimmel #himfri

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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I Like You I Do: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1263

Request: Heyyy so I was wondering if I could get an Eddie x fem one shot! I just really like the idea that they’ve been school buddies for years (and go to the same high school now) and Eddie and her flirt a lot but don’t think to much off it and then like either the girl blurts it out that they have had a crush of him (or the other way around!) and it still doesn’t change they still flirt but Eddie shows her off in front of his hellfire club! I’m open to what you like to fit into it as wellll!!!

Idk why but do you know the video where Joe and all their other actors are playing d&d (with an interviewer) I just imagine that him and her would flirt a lot during that! So that's why I would wanna do this one-shot

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You and Eddie had been best friends since about third grade and became inseparable after that, usually were ever one of you, the other wasn't too far away. Now you weren't sure when you started to develop feelings for him actually that was a lie it was after he started growing his hair out and started getting tattooed, but you knew you were in love with your best friend, and that scared you because while yes you two did flirt a lot, nothing further happened between you two which made you think that maybe he didn't like in wanting a relationship since. Right now you were watching as he went on one of his rants making you laugh at how dramatic he was sometimes.

"Look I know I'm not as attractive as Munson over there, but still you could pay attention to you what I'm saying instead of staring at him." Your friend said making you roll your eyes at her.

"I wasn't staring at him and I heard everything you said." You said as your friend gave you an unamused look as you recited everything she said in the last few minutes.

"Boyfriend alert." Your other friend said making you glare at her as she laughed at you as you felt a tap on your shoulder causing you to turn around and see Eddie standing behind you.

"Hi, Eddie, what brings you by?" You said looking up at him with a smile.

"Hi sweetheart, I just came to see how the prettiest girl at this school is doing." He said making you blush.

"She's doing fine, and how's the prettiest boy in Hawkins doing?" You asked him watching as the color rose to his cheeks.

"He's doing good, but he has a question for you?" He asked you shyly.

"Sure what's up Eds?" You asked him.

"So Sinclair is going to be out of town for the championship game on Monday and have to miss hellfire so I was wondering if you could maybe fill in for him?" He asked you.

"I would love to Eds, but I don't know how to play D&D." You said to him.

"Oh, that's no big deal, I'd be more than happy to teach you to how to play this weekend." He said smiling at you.

"Really? You would do that instead of making me look like a fool in front of your club?" You mused already knowing the answer.

"I'm offended you would even ask that! But even if I did, you would be the prettiest fool I've ever seen." He said smirking at you as you ducked your head trying to fight the smile that was threatening to break out on your face because fuck that was smooth.

"Alright, I'll see you this weekend for D&D." You said.

"Alright and I'll see you later on sweetheart." He said standing up and leaving you as you processed what happened.

After receiving some relentless teasing from your friends about Eddie, they had put it in your head about thinking about making a move on Eddie since he wasn't going to do it and that scared you. Right now you two were in your room as he was trying to teach you how to play D&D but all could you focus on was those beautiful brown eyes of his that were so easy to get lost in.

"Are you even paying attention sweetheart?" He asked you snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, I was." You said quickly trying to make it seem like you were when you in fact hadn't heard anything he said.

"What's going on with you? You seemed zoned out? Do you not like D&D?" He asked you making you sigh.

"No it's not that, it's just that Eddie I like you well actually it's more like I've had a crush on you." You said quickly.

"I know." He said making you look at him confused.

"You do?" You asked him confused.

"I do and guess what I like you too. Now can we get back to D&D and maybe you actually pay attention?" He said as you nodded your head still trying to process what happened.

By the time Monday came around, you felt decent enough to play with the club tonight and Eddie assured you that he and the rest of the club would help you if you needed it. You still didn't know where you and Eddie's relationship was after your confession this weekend, and that worried you to a certain degree.

"Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our newest member and my girl Y/n." Eddie said making you look up at him confused.

"Took you long enough." Mike said as joined them onstage making you look at Eddie confused.

"Took him long enough what?" You asked confused.

"For him to ask you out, we've had to hear about his crush on you for years and how he didn't think you would ever go out with someone like him." Mike said shocking you.

"Wheeler!" Eddie said making Mike freeze and retreat back to his seat as you thought about what he told you.

The campaign started and you were doing pretty good so far only having to ask for help a few times which Eddie was more than happy to help with. He kept you by his side and would whisper certain tips and whatnot in your ear making you laugh. The two spent the next three hours flirting with each other back and forth much to the dismay of the club.

"Seriously guys, we get it your in love, but could you stop flirting for a few minutes?" Dustin asked making you and Eddie laugh.

"It's fine I gotta go to the bathroom anyways." You said with a laugh as you left the auditorium.

By the time you got back most of the kids were gone and it was just you and Eddie who was cleaning up, so you walked over and started helping him.

"Thanks for letting me play today, I had fun." You said making Eddie smile.

"No need to thank me sweetheart, but I wanted to talk about the other night because I kinda just brushed it off." He said.

"Oh um it's fine Eddie." You said.

"No it isn't. You see you caught me off guard because I wasn't expecting the girl I've been in love with forever to admit she had a crush on me as well. I just wanted to know that I do like you alot and was hoping maybe to take you on a date this weekend?" He asked reaching for your hand.

"As long as it's a date where you're my boyfriend." You said smiling at him as you saw him trying to hide his smile.

"Trust me it is. Do you think I can kiss you?" He asked you cupping your face with his hands.

"I think you can." You said with a smile as you felt his lips touch yours.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #Youtube

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oliveroctavius · 2 years

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idk if its an accurate word since it's not usually intentional, but how do you feel about the queer coding with Eel's gender? (especially in the 2018 comic)

to steal someone else's joke phrasing that puts it well:

I... have complex feelings on the 2018 solo's writing overall. I think my final thesis is: The character decisions were cool enough, but 2018 Plas misses out on some SUPER interesting possibilities by ignoring so much of original Plastic Man's lore.

I hope you sent this ask expecting an essay because you're getting one under the cut. Contains musings on the nature of comedy, "passing", and comics-typical transphobia.

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I'm going to start with gendered attraction instead of presentation—I think it explains some things.

"The noble chaste hero gets a funny horny sidekick" is an old trope. OG Plas was the neutral hero. He seems actively scared of flirtation.

IIRC his only on-panel kiss is when he lets a lady who electrocutes via kiss power catch him, in order to defeat her (PC #100).

(Including these panels just because they're gorgeously rendered.)

The JLA writes him Like That because they'd decided he was the Horny Sidekick now. This ran into creepy-guy-threatening-women territory quick. 2018 Plas being the bouncer (get it?) at a strip club feels like both a continuation and direct rebuttal to that characterization.

Is there a hard line between queer coding and comedy-driven sexuality?

Comedy often works via expectation/setup -> subversion/punchline. Gender and sexuality standards are a kind of setup. (A man would enjoy attention from a pretty woman. A man would rather not see the Riddler in a thong.) Implied asexuality or bisexuality is then a subversion, a punchline.

I'd say it's on a sliding scale. Mockery wants you to laugh, because the subversion is impossible or unnatural. Earnest representation wants you to nod, because the subversion is possible and acceptable.

Bisexual Plas is in the spirit of the original, somewhere on that sincerity scale. Did I mention an off-panel golden age kiss?

Also, Plas and Woozy lived together and slept in Bert & Ernie beds. Listen: Woozy is a whole pile of transgressions you're supposed to find funny. If you're going for bisexual Plas, why not make him like Woozy and retroactively validate some of those jokes as possible states of being? Just sayin'.

Right, right. Gender. I'm guessing you're thinking of is the parallel drawn between Plas and the explicitly trans kiddo Pado Swakatoon. Seeing the Suave Prince of Pine Street boldly claim such a seemingly silly identity makes Eel decide to embrace Plastic Man.

So I'm disappointed that they dropped something that could make the trans parallel explicit: OG Plastic Man wasn't just Eel in shades. He created a new, permanent face and body for himself both as an expression of identity and a protective measure. Being "outed"--even though he has not physically been Eel for years at that point--nearly loses him friends, his job, and his freedom.

All 2018 Eel is really considering changing is his moral compass. With little else at stake, the parallel feels weaker.

The pressure to "pass" is an (unintentional) theme written all over pre-DCverse Plastic Man. Explicitly related to gender, even: the meanspirited man-in-dress jokes were rarely targeted at Plas even though his job included missions in girlmode.

If a joke is the gap between expectation/reality, "passing" is meeting enough expectations to close that gap. Plas fits the mold enough to dodge most of the 1940s otherwise rampant transmisogyny.

But passing as female is dangerous, too. When Plas takes a woman's place, he's usually trying to act as a lightning rod to a threat targeting her. That's another reason I love the "bouncer for a strip club" thing. They could push his identification with the dancers even further. Skimpy costume, dubiously legal night job, talented physical performer whose intelligence is often underestimated and whose secondary identity puts them at risk for violence...

It's odd. The 2018 series only has Plas take on other forms partially, momentarily, and usually just as a punchline. Passing as other people or innocuous objects to go places unaccosted is usually an entire pillar of his shtick.

When people "clock" him, they tend to shout something like "That's not a table! It's Plastic Man!" But if he's shaped like a table, and acting as a table, it would be just as accurate to say "Plastic Man is a table now" until he resumes his "normal" form. He can be one thing today and another thing tomorrow and all of those things for real.

Your ask uses the word "queer". That word shows up in the oldest comics in its original meaning: out-of-the-ordinary. Those who self-identify as "genderqueer" often do so because they'd rather not define themselves in relation to male or female-ness. "Passing" only has meaning if your goal is to be seen as one of the Expected Categories. What if you're something entirely unexpected?

(At this point I'm just kind of adding vaguely relevant panels to break up my wall of text. Thank you, 70s Plas.)

2018 Plas does briefly turn into Wonder Woman. I don't really know why he does this? Did he want to get tackled? Either way, he talks like Plas Doing A Parody--this isn't really a form he's trying to own.

Later he turns into Harley Quinn, mostly. The artist later apologized for adding serious crotch bulge to how she normally draws Harley. Which could be based, but the "transgression" lasts for just one absurdist sexed-up panel.

Plastic Man is the character it makes least sense to trot out the "men can only ever parody female-ness" jokes on. He doesn't even have toes—what's inside this man's Speedo is a state of perpetual quantum uncertainty.

I love Pado Swakatoon being included in the 2018 comic. But Pado's transition, rejecting identity A, preferring identity B, probably isn't the best lens for reading Eel. Transition doesn't have to be a straight line to a fixed destination; it's slipperier than that.

I'd argue "being Plastic Man" isn't a goal identity; he's just a conveniently safe default for someone who can be anyone. He's more defined his ability and enjoyment of change: the joy of self-determination without boundaries. The joy of being able to change one's mind at any time for any trivial reason. Because it can be helpful, because it can be fun, and because it can be him, all of it.

#plastic man #anon #didn't finish adding image ids. will go back and complete that later #eel o'brian #hey. why does the 2018 one keep calling attention to the fact that eel has a dick actually.#maybe women writing comics can take a little L for that

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I'm going to descend into Fall Out Boy stuff for probably a while but before I do, I just wanted to put down some musings on AI. Sorry.

You, like me, are probably already sick to death of talking about AI. In my field, it feels like the only thing people want to talk about, not only because I'm a teacher but because I'm also an intellectual property lawyer focused on the technology space, so it's just endlesssssssss.

First I should say that I've been so far completely underwhelmed by AI. Like, yeah, sure, I get that it's amazing and I'm probably spoiled by tech wizardry or whatever but if AI is so great I think all the algorithms in my life should be better at recommending things to me (I gather TikTok has the best at that but I'm not on TikTok). Westlaw's AI is so incredibly terrible that the database has gone downhill ever since they tried to make me pivot that way and I'm constantly being like, PLEASE GIVE ME THE OLD WESTLAW INTERFACE WHERE I USED MY OWN ACTUAL BRAIN AND GOT THE THINGS I WANTED EFFICIENTLY WITHOUT ROBOT INTERFERENCE.

I tried out ChatGPT because I wanted to know what the fuss was and I put one of my old exam questions in and it gave me four sentences in response, one of which was just a flat-out wrong statement of law, and considering I would have expected around a thousand-word analysis of that exam question, four basic and only half-right sentences was just not super-impressive to me.

But I gather that it's getting better all the time and that the harder you work on what you ask it for and keep refining your prompt then the better the output is, or whatever. I also gather that asking it for text output is probably super-different than asking it for visual output.

I'm talking about this now because I went to this symposium and there were panels on AI and honestly, the more I hear *tech* people specifically talk about AI, the more I want to light myself on fire. Like, one of the topics was whether the AI using everyone else's copyrighted works as input without the creators' permission was copyright infringement. The tech people were like, "No, not at all, because the output doesn't actually use their work, it's just training the machine, it's just an algorithm." But then the tech people in the next panel were like, "But of course we should get to own all of the output of the AI because it's using human creativity." And I'm like, ...this feels contradictory to me? Like having your cake and eating it, too? It can't NOT be infringement because it's all machinery but also you get to own all the output because it's not just machinery.

Like, sometimes I think if AI were really just about, Idk, algorithms helping us out, we wouldn't have to talk about it in IP symposiums. The reason we're talking about it is because OBVIOUSLY people are going to start claiming ownership over the things AI creates and so we're going to end up in a world where humans (corporations) own what humans create AND they own what machines create and all of that is so much more stuff owned than ever before and I don't think any IP scholar looked around and thought that the problem with our creative landscape is "not enough stuff is owned."

Setting aside my views on ownership, though, I've been trying not to be a kneejerk crotchety old person about AI. The tech people at the symposium kept saying it was just a tool that people would use to aid them, like a typewriter or PhotoShop or whatever, and that people always freak out about new tools possibly killing human creativity, and that doesn't turn out to be the case. So I keep trying to keep an open mind. Maybe I'll really like writing with AI! Maybe it will be awesome! But I can't shake the fact that I don't even like Word to suggest autocompletes to me when I'm writing a fic, because I feel like it's putting ideas in my head about where the story or sentence or dialogue is going that isn't what I intended. I especially hate that little thing on the side that tells you that your document is "54% good" or whatever and then wants to edit you to within an inch of your life. All of it makes me think that maybe it's a great tool for writing a cover letter or a resume but I don't want it going through my fics telling me to take out the run-on sentences that I have intentionally added to suit the mood of the character. Like, those aren't accidents. I know how to write sensible sentences, I do it all the time for work. Not everything should sound like work. "The next generation of content creators are all going to use AI," this tech person confidently stated, and I thought, Well, I'm going to get left behind obviously because I cannot imagine using AI to write my fics, OR in a few years I WILL be using AI to write my fics and thinking how silly it was that everything in the fic used to come straight from my own brain.

I get that their argument is that the AI isn't going to write the fic for me, it's just going to help me, the way spellcheck helps me. After all, what they say is that it's not going to supplant the market for artists, that there will always be demand for human creativity. But they say this while simultaneously admitting that the movie studios have already begun to use AI-generated scripts and scores and even actors. "So far," the movie studio reps announced, these are not as good as human-generated ones. But it's pretty clear to me that they think they eventually will definitely be good enough for them to cut the humans out of the equation. And anyone who thinks, "no, no, that won't happen, employers totally value human labor," has apparently never had a job, because employers definitely do not value human labor lol. And sure, I'm sure there will always be creators who will be able to get paid but these will be the big-deal creators with the connections, and it's not like we don't already have income inequality in the creative space and people's ideas being stolen when they have no power because of this inequality. I'm sure that problem won't be massively exacerbated when a corporation can see someone's work they like, feed it into AI, and have what they want produced in that person's style with zero effort or money paid.

The tech people talk about AI with so much hope, and I want to be on board, I want to hope for good stuff. I think it sounds like it could help people with the things they find difficult and challenging, that, for people to whom writing doesn't come easily, it would be a huge help to shape their sentences. For people to whom art doesn't come easily, it would be a huge help to give them a template. I want that to be how I think about AI. It *should* be a great tool for this stuff.

But then I think about how the problem with every tool is the humans using it. That tools are always relatively neutral and benign, it's the humans who use them for ill. That it was a straight line of less than two decades to go from "here's a great way to connect with friends and family!" to "here's how we turn the world's leading democracy into a fascist dictatorship." And yet tech people still talk about having hope. I want to live in their world. But I can't help but live in this world, where I look at all this "promise" of AI and I think, Great. So great we came up with this so we can do something absolutely nightmarish with it in the next few years.

Sigh.

#artificial intelligence #long post

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