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#not just how they trust each other or tease each other but how they physically behave with one another
dragonanne · 5 months
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1) Three non-romantic duos: Hmmm...brotps I adore would be Jack and Daniel (SG-1), Sam and Daniel (SG-1), and Lune and Matsen (Jade Torch -- is it cheating to use my own book??? xD) If that's cheating, then Sam and Frodo (LotR).
2) A ship that might surprise others: I kinda ship Link x Mipha from BOTW. I like Zelda x Link too, but something about Link x Mipha is just so sweet and tragic. I like that they knew each other for a lot longer than Zelda and Link knew each other.
Let's be real. I don't have a lot of crazy ships. Although, in SG-1, I do ship Vala x Tomin (but I also like Vala x Daniel).
3) Last Song: Shackleton by Adam Young
4) Last Film: My parents and I watched Hitched for the Holidays last night. Very funny romcom with Joey Lawrence. It's a Hallmark movie from 2012, so just before they all got so unbelievably cookie cutter/copy+paste with their plots.
5) Currently reading: Operation Grendel by Daniel Schwabauer
6) Currently watching: The X-Files. I'm nearing the end of season 1. I've never seen it before, and I'm loving it!
7) Currently consuming: Coffee
8) currently craving: idk. I don't have a strong craving for anything right now.
Tagging @aceofstars16 @quiescentdragon @ryeillustrates @accidental-spice @jenniferbrincho (if any of y'all have already done it or already been tagged, my bad--my memory stinks 😅)
#i am in a massive stargate phase right now#i almost put john and rodney as the third brotp but i wanted to include something non stargate#and seriously. i am enjoying the x-files SO MUCH!!!!!!!!#the alien episodes are my favorite and i wish there were more of those and fewer of the ghost/spirit ones#but oh well#and can i say? mulder and scully's dynamic is perfection#not just how they trust each other or tease each other but how they physically behave with one another#the acting choices seem very deliberate#mulder wears his heart on his sleeve and i am living for that#and he's big on touch. not in a creepy way at all#but he's constantly putting his hand on her shoulder or gently placing his hand on her back to steer her#so much of it is 100% unnecessary for the scene so it feels like very deliberate acting choice regarding the character#and it doesn't phase scully a bit#even in the first few episodes when they've only known each other a few months or less she has no issue with how familiar mulder acts#again. i need to emphasize---it never comes across as creepy just really cute and tender#i really really like how she is SO TINY compared to him and i think his physicality and protectiveness is emphasized by that#but at the same time he knows she's fully capable#he seems protective of her but not in a demeaning way. not overprotective. just lots of chivalry and honor#that's something that seems totally lost in media today: men who want to protect women just because that's what they should be doing#and women who let them#too many women get bent out of shape when men try to be gentlemen#women have tried to wipe out chivalry and then they turn around and complain about toxic masculinity 🙄#but mulder is a wonderful gentleman and i love watching him and scully#tagged#sorry for going off in the tags but i've been wanting to rave about this stuff for a few days now xD
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Can you do a Clark Kent, with a mate? Maybe she gets jealous of Lois but doesn’t know why; an to get over him she tries to go out with another guy but Clark is like no. Your mine.
.⋆。Office Crushes。⋆.
Alpha!Clark Kent x omega!plus size reader
Little bit of Bruce Wayne x plus size reader
Your best friend has an office crush that seems to be becoming something more, maybe you should get your own office romance but not because you’re jealous- obviously
Warnings: a/b/o, jealousy, mutual pining, idiots in love, little bit of angst, protective!clark, fluff
WC: 3.1k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
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It was quite common for any office to have its workers develop a sort of infatuation with each other. A confined space where you spend upwards of 40 hours a week with the same people, feelings are destined to arise, especially when it’s such a large mixture of alphas, betas and omegas. Hormones tend to go wild.
You were proud that you had never developed an office crush, knowing how disastrous it could be if the relationship ended, but you doubted your best friend could say the same. Clark had a big heart that he always wore on his sleeve and tended to attract a lot of romantic interest from practically everyone in the office. And apparently, Lois Lane was the lucky one who finally caught his eye.
A strange churning in your stomach began as you looked over the wall of your cubicle and spotted Clark leaning on the small kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter as Lois chuckled over her now full cup of coffee. You know you should have seen it from a mile away- they were constantly paired up for articles, their chemistry was unmatched and they were by far the most attractive people in the office. You had even teased Clark on occasion for how often he met up with her after hours for some new lead, calling them dates.
Evidently, you were right. And for some reason, it was really bothering you. You felt physical disgust as Clark bent down to whisper something into the smaller omega’s ear and down right nausea as she placed a hand onto his broad chest to steady herself.
You swallowed down the bitter emotions and forced yourself to return to editing your article though a sour taste remained on your tongue. Maybe it was finally time to get your own office crush and the perfect opportunity had just landed in your inbox.
‘Bruce Wayne Interview- I trust you’ll get this done professionally’. You bit your lip at the offer, not only would an interview with Gotham’s golden boy boost your career, but whenever you had encountered the alpha before, he had always asked you out and you had always brushed him off. It was a win-win for you, and maybe it would stop the inexplicable rage you felt when you looked up and saw the goofy grin on Clark’s face as he sat back down at his desk.
Your nose wrinkled as you caught Lois’s scent clinging to him. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you quickly sent a response back to your boss, accepting the offer. 
You just needed a distraction and then everything would go back to normal.
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The tension in the conference room at the top of Wayne Enterprise was so thick you swore you could cut it with a butter knife. You cleared your throat and tugged down your pencil skirt, over-aware of just how high it sat on your plump thighs as you reclined in one of the many expensive seats in the room. 
Bruce’s eyes flicked down to where your hands were curled into the material of the skirt and then back to your eyes but not before stopping very briefly at your lips. “Mr Wayne-“ You began again, glancing at your notepad. The small talk had gone well as did the customary chit chat about any new scandal he happened to have instigated and the photos of the both of you for the article.
“Bruce please, I think we’re far beyond that now.” He winked and you swore that his tone held a bit of a teasing purr. Your stomach flipped at the blatant attention from the alpha but it quickly dropped as yet another wave of thick, bitter scent filled the room making you cringe away from the other man standing to the side.
Through a series of several unfortunate events, your usual photographer had fallen ill and his stand-in got hired from right under the company and left so the only person that even had the slightest bit of talent with a camera in the office was forced to come with you today for shots of the billionaire. And in the worst stroke of luck, that person happened to be the very man that ‘inspired’ you to take the job in the first place.
Clark shifted on his feet and you barely repressed an eye roll. He had been very vocal in his disapproval of the whole thing given how often the mogul had put the moves on you but none of his arguments had done anything to deter you, instead they only fuelled the fire.
Bruce’s jaw clenched and you watched in fascination as the muscles beneath his skin moved, although they were not nearly as impressive as Clark’s (you would never admit that out loud). “Well Bruce,” He beamed at you, “Wayne Enterprises has just introduced a new product line that promises to ease the severe heats often experienced by omegas, my question for you is, what about this product is so different from all others on the market that promise the same things yet all others have failed?”
The alpha leaned back in his seat, his muscular thighs spreading slightly, instantly drawing your gaze to the thick bulge that was perfectly hugged by the material of his pants. Your eyes immediately flicked back up to him but given the smirk on his lips, Bruce knew exactly what he was doing. 
“I’m actually quite proud of my team for this, they’ve worked tirelessly on development for years and I believe that it really shows. While other products are usually prescribed by doctors in the forms of ointments and perfumes that mimic the scent of an alpha, which almost never work by the way, we have gone in a totally new direction. Instead, omegas can buy these pouches at any pharmacy and when heated, they give off the scent of a pup.” Bruce gestured to the small bags that were barely the size of your palm that sat on the table next to him. They gave the appearance of a miniature version of a microwavable heat pack but he was right, if you concentrated hard enough, you could smell the mixture of milk and flowers that all babies had.
“It is common knowledge that the presence of pups actually help to lessen the effects of a heat whereas the scent of an alpha is far more complex to manufacture and can actually make an omega’s heat worse if they don’t have any other-“ he paused then, his smirk growing as the room seemed to grow smaller, “-tools to help them through it.” You barely suppressed a squeak and quickly ducked your head as if you were checking your notes once more.
You gathered yourself for a moment then spoke again, missing the way that Clark was glaring at the other alpha over your shoulder. “And how affordable are these products?”
“Wayne Enterprises are donating 2 million to women’s shelters throughout Gotham and we plan to sell them for less than $10.” As if anticipating your next question, Bruce licked his lips and continued. “While it is not feasible to gain a profit from such a low price, I would rather give them away to the people that need it but I do have a board that I have to listen to… sometimes.” He winked at you.
Heat crawled up your neck and settled onto your full cheeks. You squeezed your thighs together though you weren’t quite sure if it was because you were attempting to feign arousal or keep him from looking up your skirt. You laid a hand onto your notebook, shutting off your recorder, as you leaned forwards and offered him your other one. “Thank you for being so open to this interview, you have been a hard man to pin down.”
You could feel the way Clark’s body seized as Bruce’s smirk grew and his eyes twinkled deviously. “If it’s by you miss Y/L/N, I would gladly be pinned down any time.” He shook your hand with a firm grip, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your wrist. “For an interview that is.”
He rose to his feet and politely helped you to yours, steadying you with a hand on your waist as you wobbled on your heels. Once he was sure that you were steady, he ducked down and grabbed one of the unopened boxes of Heat Helpers (quite the cheesy name in your opinion) and gave it to you, along with a small piece of cardstock. “Why don’t you take this, a thank you for a great conversation.”
You flipped over the piece of paper to reveal a phone number scrawled on in pen. You gave him a questioning look to which he chuckled. “My number, if you ever want to have a one-on-one with me, with or without the tape recorder.” 
You swallowed thickly and stuttered out some kind of polite response before Clark ushered you out of the room, muttering under his breath about being in a time crunch. You were barely able to catch one last, “Anytime miss Y/L/N” before the heavy door slammed shut and you were quite literally pushed into the awaiting elevator by your friend.
As soon as the doors were shut, you were on him. “What was that all about?” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a scrutinising look. Clark refused to make eye contact with you, instead he stared at the elevator doors like he was willing them to open.
“He was flirting with you.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall alpha. “And you let him.”
“So what? He’s attractive and available, as am I. It was only natural.” Clark’s shoulders tensed, his grip on his camera tightening until his knuckles turned white. The confined space was now filled with a bitter scent that made your stomach drop and your omega howl in displeasure.
“Why are you so concerned about this, Clark?”
The elevator doors opened with a ping and he quickly walked out. “It’s nothing.” He said and you knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him until he decided he was done throwing a tantrum.
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“So have you called him?” Lois was leaning against the bar next to you, her drink half empty but the flush on her cheeks told you that it wasn’t the first one of the night. 
“Called who?” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.
“Bruce Wayne! He obviously wants you too, I saw the photos Clark took. He’s fucking—what’s the word— enamoured!” You scoff behind your tumbler of whiskey which you had been nursing since Perry gave it to you an hour ago. The whole office had gathered at the bar down the road for an end-of-workweek drink and against your better judgement, you had decided to join.
Clark had been convinced into joining a game of pool, leaving you without anyone to talk to but it’s not like he would anyway. For some stupid reason, the alpha had been giving you the silent treatment for days and it was really starting to piss you off. You regarded Lois with a look but she was far too tipsy to get it.
“He was just flirting, he does it with everybody.” You dismissed it but she scoffed.
“Then why did he ask Perry for your personal number?” Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. “Clark didn’t tell you?” Evidently, your wide open mouth and lack of a verbal response told her everything she needed to know. Suddenly, Lois was very sober, a serious expression on her face.
“We were in a meeting with Perry the day after the interview and Wayne just strolled in like he fucking owned the place. He said how great you were and that he was hoping to get your number for a follow-up interview sometime soon. Clark said he would handle it, I assumed that he would have talked to you.” Her gaze travelled over to said man. “Shit I guess he didn’t.”
You slammed back the rest of your drink and without any sort of conscious thought, stormed over to the group of men huddled around the pool table. “Where the fuck do you get off Kent?” You snarled. Immediately all of the men seemed to find their phones incredibly interesting.
“I’m sorry?” He asked in that way too polite way he did that really meant ‘what the fuck is the matter with you’ but you were having none of it.
“Why didn’t you tell me Bruce asked for my number?” 
“There’s a lot of Bruces in the world, you’ll have to be more specific.” He dismissed.
Anger flared in your gut. “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about.” You snarled, making Clark stand up straight and meet your eyes. In the dim light of the bar, his expression was far darker than you had ever seen before as aggravation rolled off of his powerful body in waves. “You had no right to keep something like that from me!”
“I had every right! He was just going to use you and then never talk to you again! I was protecting you!” 
“I didn’t ask you to!” The bar went completely silent as Clark visibly flinched but you were far too upset to care. “You know what, I’m done.” You raised your hands in surrender as you turned and pushed through the stunned crowd, your anger slowly trickling away into sadness.
The night air was like a punch in the gut but it also eased the tenseness in your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. It wasn’t like you were in love with Bruce, but even if you were, Clark’s blatant disapproval of him and his distrust in your decisions made you feel incredibly small. And it was breaking your heart.
He was your best friend, he was supposed to be supportive if not a little teasing about your choice in men. He was supposed to console you when things went wrong, not say ‘I told you so’. Why did he get to control your love life while you could only sit back and watch him fall in love with someone else?
Your feet carried you further and further from the bar as the urge to sob was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Y/N!” You turned in time to see Clark throw open the door, the light from inside spilling out onto the street as he endeavoured to chase you.
“Leave me alone!” You cried or at least tried to, but then suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs and you were looking up at the stars.
The shrill screech of a speeding car came from somewhere on your left as bright headlights illuminated the mass of a man above you before the sound was in the distance and darkness folded over you both. His weight kept you pinned to the slightly damp grass and you had the vague thought that you must be in a park of some kind, even though just a second ago you were standing on a sidewalk- or was it the street?
“Are you okay?” That was Clark’s voice but he had been so far away from you. “Omega?” He sounded distressed and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.
“Say something!” His huge hands were planted by your head and it was only when one of them cupped your cheek did you find your voice again.
“Clark?” His whole body sagged with relief and he let his forehead rest against yours.
“Thank god. I thought I didn’t get to you in time. The car came out of nowhere and you were so close.” You turned your head away from him, your eyes focusing on the bar… that was across the street… a block away. The glint of something in the grass catches your attention, Clark’s glasses. 
He looked so different without them and all your confused mind could think was just how blue his eyes were when they were unobscured by the glass. 
His button up shirt which was normally so perfectly done up was unbuttoned, exposing the tight material of something navy beneath. “What?” But you couldn’t get out anymore, not when he shifted his weight, exposing even more of what was covered by his shirt and you were stunned into silence.
The red ’S’ practically glowed as realisation dawned into you. His brows scrunched in confusion, following your gaze. “I- I can explain.” Your head spun as he yanked you to your feet, though his hands never left your skin like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.
“I was going to tell you but then I realised how much danger it would put you in and if you were hurt in any way because of me, I couldn’t even stand the thought. And then we had known each other for months and Lois said you would feel betrayed so I kept it a secret-“ You placed an open palm onto his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His mouth snapped shut with a click.
“Is this why you were acting so weird about Bruce? You thought he would hurt me because of you?” Your voice wobbled with emotions as your nails dug into his warm peck. 
Clark’s growl was shocking in its intensity. The vibrations shot up your arm as the ground shook beneath your feet with its power. “No, he would never even dare to fucking touch you. He knows who you belong to.” Your heart skipped a beat, this possessiveness was nothing you had ever seen from the soft-spoken reporter before. You knew that you should find it disgusting considering how he had been treating you but instead your veins filled with warmth.
“And who is it that I belong to? There’s no claiming mark on my neck.” His grip on your hips tightened which should have been a warning but the anger was quickly returning now that the foggy haze of danger had passed. “If I can remember correctly, you’ve been courting Lois, not me.”
“I’ve been asking her for advice on how to ask you out!” He said, exasperated. “I just couldn't find the perfect time to do it.”
“You’re an idiot.” You retorted before grabbing his black curls in a tight grip and yanking his mouth to yours. His body tensed but then quickly melted into you, groaning against your lips. 
Maybe you did have an office crush but it’s not like you’d actually admit it.
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signedkoko · 3 months
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Hii! Could I request a semi-romantic (idk what to call it lol basically like a lil soft/gentle romance) Alastor x reader? Reader is also an overlord but unlike Alastor, who's always smiling and looking for entertainment, they are very serious and rises in the ranks by threats and fear rather than making deals or contracts.
Alastor X Reader [Romantic]
In which the both of you are overlords, though you are far less cheerful and use darker means to accelerate your power. Reader is genderneutral.
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Usually, Alastor hated the quiet, stoic types—those who thought they were too important for others
Well, he hated a lot of things, but he didn't let it show
The first time you met was at the overlord meeting after another extermination; you were one of the newer overlords
He could tell you were new because you didn't seem sure of where you were going, but you followed him and the strange egg attached to his hip the moment you realized who he was
Your face didn't move much, and your eyes seemed dull and unreadable
His first instinct was to judge, but he stopped himself
If you were an overlord, certainly you were of interest to him
During the meeting, he found your voice soothing; it stayed at a neutral tone, almost melodic with how smooth it carried, he listened carefully to how you conducted your speech carefully
Judging by Carmilla's words, you had overtaken two of the lesser overlords in your first year, and you had an unshakable grip on your territories
Impressive, but not unique
You weren't very talkative when he tried to strike up a conversation, but you never ignored him, always providing at least some kind of answer, even if it was repetitive
He was not someone you'd try against anyhow; no, he had a feeling some of your motives had been inspired by his own
Whenever someone tried to talk back to either of you, you delt with them and twisted their minds in ways that had them questioning themselves
You were just so interesting, and you were one of the first to not ask him for anything
Alastor is very traditional, so after months of being around one another, he found it appropriate to invite you out for tea, where he asked you to intertwine fates with his
The answer was probably the most emotional he'd ever seen you
" Certainly. "
How touching that you said more than yes or no!
But really, you are his pride and joy, someone he only introduces to those he really trusts or really loathes
If you ever show any outward emotion or ask something, he is always by your side
It's so rare, and every its time, it'says for a logical reason
Alastor might tease you to smile a tad more, even if he knows he's never seen you do it unless you've just gotten the upper hand in a fight
Both of you are fine just being in each other's company, you sit next to each other at any gathering or link arms; more often than not, it's Alastor initiating physical contact
A total power couple, though!
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Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I wasn't sure what you meant by gentle romance so I just kept it at the same level I usually work with. Despite this, I hope it is still what you are looking for!
P.S; this is my 100th post! It is also the last I have in my inbox, so my requests are now open.
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iovesia · 1 year
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IN THIS DARKNESS.
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❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( keanu reeves masterlist. & gif credit. )
synopsis : sfw & nsfw dating john wick headcanons.
warnings: fluff. breaking up. angst. smut. canon typical violence.
pairings : john wick  𝒙  fem!reader.
josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ holy fuckkkk, the new john wick movie ignited something in me. i was straight up biting my lip off in the movie theater. enjoy these little headcanons while i try to come up with an actual fic. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy! — reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡
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SFW.
Number #1 Gentleman™. Outside of his profession, he’s quite literally the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, and he'll really try to woo you when you first start dating.
Like, holding the door open for you, carrying your bags, giving you his jacket when you’re cold, paying for dinners, and even buying you expensive gifts.
This man is 100% loaded. Expect him to be buying you all kinds of trinkets and gifts. Whenever he notices you staring at something, or briefly mentions something, he’ll remember it forever.
John is super observational, he notices all the little things. His quietness (and lowkey awkwardness) make him an amazing listener. Because he lives such a chaotic life, in contrast to the one with you— he loves to listen to you ramble about everyday shenanigans.
He has a dry ass sense of humor.
Pet names consist of: sweet girl, and honey. He's a little old-timey like that.
Super protective over you. Like, second shadow level protective— man will not let you out of his sight. He's lost so much in his life, and after Helen, he just can't stand the thought of ever losing you.
While he would try to stay out of fights when he's around you, he'd wouldn't take shit from anyone who tried something with you. He's John Wick after all, so trust that he'd kick their ass.
Not a fan of PDA, and gets a little awkward about it in the early days of your relationship. Growing up in the Ruska Roma, physical affection wasn't exactly number one priority. So he's a little surprised (and touch-starved) when he notices how clingy you are.
Always walking his his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Random sidenote, but I headcanon that John is warm all the time. Mans is a walking furnace.
You spend all your nights tangled in each others arms. He's always the big spoon, letting you rest your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he encapsulates you with his strong arms.
John loves having you sit in his lap. The two of you could spend hours together, even if it was in silence, just enjoying each others loving embrace.
You end up getting a dog together, and you constantly tease John for his terrible choice in names.
"John, c'mon, don't be boring!" You giggle as you kneel down, rubbing the cheeks of the cutest pit bull you've ever seen. "We can't name the dog, Dog."
"You have any better ideas?" John smirks, kneeling down next to you, pressing his lips to the side of your head.
It'll take a while before he talks about his past and profession with you. He doesn't want to inadvertently drag you into his life of crime, and put you in any danger.
But, soon enough, the walls will lower and he'll let his guard down. John will confess secrets about himself, bit by bit.
It'll be on a random night, when you start tracing his tattoos with your finger. In a quiet whisper, you'll ask him what the one on his back means.
"Fortune favors the bold," he whispers with a raspy voice, his thumb rubbing your forearm, as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. "I got it when I was younger."
You always ask him to teach you some moves, and he's happy to do so, under the guise that it's for self-defense (and not at all that his muscles and figure look amazing when he's doing martial arts).
He can only keep running from the assassin life for so long, until it eventually comes to bite him in the ass. So to protect you, he forces himself to break up with you.
John, unfortunately, carries a large sense of self-loathing. He thinks and knows he doesn't deserve you. For the heinous things, he's done, he knew it was too good to be true.
You cry, and beg him to explain why he's doing this. But, in true John nature, he holds himself together and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out.
You don't see him crumbling, and breaking down as he shuts the door behind him.
NSFW.
Size kink. Size kink. Size. Kink.
John is 6'1, so you'll be climbing this man like a tree.
He loves how big his hands look, when he presses your wrists down on the bed, or when he grabs a handful of your breast.
Missionary position is his favorite. He loves the intimacy, and being as close to you as physically possible.
You wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he leaves several hickeys along your collarbone— Lord, he can't get enough of it.
Corruption kink, I can't lie.
He's a big, scary, assassin— and his moral integrity is a little murky. John almost gets off on the idea of slowly corrupting you, and turning you into his dirty girl.
He is hung. That's all I have to say.
Again, super possessive. Do not ask him to share, he will shut that down.
For someone who never talks, he's suddenly dirty talking in your ear the whole time. His lips pressed against your ear, mumbling all kinds of things that make your cheeks burn.
"Hmm, what was that?" He hums, sending vibrations through your body. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl."
Breeding kink.
Not fully for the reason of wanting kids (although, he'd love to start a family with you and really settle down), but again for the intimacy.
He loves to mark you with his cum, another result of his total possessive protectiveness of you. You don't miss the way his eyes darken when he empties inside you, watching as it comes pouring out.
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gay-dorito-dust · 29 days
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How to softly love your Aventurine…
An over abundance of love and affection could easily overstimulate Aventurine, so the best course of action is to introduce him to love at a much slower pace.
He’s been deprived of kindness, warmth and love throughout his entire life. So much so that the first time you showed any once of genuine kindness, love and compassion towards him, his initial thought was that you were bluffing and that this was all apart of your facade hiding your true identity and intentions.
So please be patient with him and do these things instead:
Nudge your pinky against his, if he reciprocates, you may interlock your finger with his.
Brush shoulders with him.
Hold out your hand, palm up and wait for him to place his atop of yours as he lets out an uneven breath as he does so.
Give him the choice to enact affection on his own terms because then it tells Aventurine that you were more then willing to wait for him, showing him that he could trust you wholeheartedly and without hesitation.
So after a trust between you two is established, adventurine will lean into his newfound love for physical affection, as he will start hugging in you from behind and resting his head against your shoulder out of exhaustion and or linking his arm with yours as you walked together.
For aventurine, any moment where you’re holding hands, hugging or even touching elbows, he feels as though you were two souls who had finally found their other half, and he honestly was in love with the idea that you were always fated to meet.
He always hated the notion of being this ‘blessed child of Gaiathra Triclops.’ For is being blessed means loosing his father, mother, sister and his livelihood all in one fell swoop? He’d rather prefer to be cursed, or better yet dead. However the only time he’ll be thankful for being blessed is when you came into his life, a soft soul who holds his face with such tenderness that his initial reaction was to burry his head in your chest and cry deeply.
Now at this point in your relationship you may smother his face in kisses to your hearts content and he’ll hold you in his lap, hands griping your waist tight as he closes his eyes and smiles as he lets you cover the entirely of his face with your soul soothing kisses. For Aventurine would love to stay like this with you forever if fate would allow it, but he knew it wouldn’t and decides to take advantage of any situation where you were alone to show you just how much he thought about you.
He’d keep you in bed for much longer.
Playfully bites and kisses at your neck just to hear you laugh and squeal.
Corners you and pins you to the wall, only to kiss your nose and leave like the tease he was because he knows you’ll come running after him for more affection.
You were both equally addicted to each other’s love and affection to the point where your entire moods were soured when neither of you get your good morning/good night kiss. Yes it was that deep.
With you, Aventurine was the happiest he’s ever been in a long, long time and for that he thanks you from the bottom of his heart.
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Genre: fluff, 70's au, little to no angst
warnings: none, maybe a few swear words here and there
summary: jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims.
words: 2k
a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.
a/n 2: i heard a podcast and it made me want to write this fic because the love story of the two hosts was sooo damn cutee.
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You knew Jeonghan from when you were literally a kid.
His father had moved to your city after a presentation from little Jeonghan on how to make a pocketknife using ice cream sticks that he learnt from his local friends, his mother mortified that her little sweet child would grow up to become a goon forced his father to change cities to go as far away from the place they physically could.
It was during his fathers pursuit for a stable Korean community in Canada’s ever-growing cities did he come across the name of your grandfather’s in the phonebook that sounded very much similar to his. Your grandfather being the trusting and kind man he was invited his father for a dinner in his house the following day and this event kickstarted a relationship between the two families wherein, his father bought a house six minutes away from yours in the small part of your city inhabited by mostly Asians.
You both had met when he was seven and you were only three, he still remembers babysitting you when you were in middle school as your parents trusted no one more than him. So, when he broke the beautiful glass table in your living room, he had skillfully blamed you resulting in a three-hour long lecture from your parents about taking care of ones possessions.
You hated Jeonghan then, you really did, so you refused to talk to him for the next almost five years.
Until you both found yourselves in a duet dance opposite to each other because it was the neighborhood talent show and it was mandatory for the kids to participate. Typical Asian parents.
To no ones surprise your dance number got a tad bit too much hype from the watchers and it kickstarted another full year of you both not talking to each other at all because of the teasing glances and suggestive remarks from adults and children alike.
The time you both talked to each other again was when it was you senior year prom at high school and your father being the overprotective man he was, did not allow you to go because according to him ‘prom is how American kids end up getting pregnant.’
He was wrong of course; kids get pregnant due to having sex but you being the soft-spoken kid you were did not have the gal to inform him that. You would rather spend the night being sad and watching Simpsons and crying about how unfair it is for your parents to not let you go and experience the night considered to rank number one in peak American high school experience.
This was the first time you saw Jeonghan as your lord and savior, which you obviously will never tell him because it will do nothing but fuel his over-the-top ego. But that day he had stepped in and talked to you father.
“It’s an experience and everyone should be able to experience it, I think you are wrong sir to take away this from your daughter,” he had oh so righteously said.
“Son, I would let her only if you take her, as I don’t trust anyone but you with my daughter.”
“So, I shall then.”
Now did this conversation shock you? Yes, it did especially your father’s response to Jeonghan, but you were not going to stir up any feminist conversation with your father right now, not when you just got the pass to go to prom.
That night was something you barely remember; it has been twenty years since then and you barely care about the overly hyped kids and the future alcoholics that you encountered that night. Now that you are wise and older, you understand your parents concern. Suzy from you class had become a mother at the prime age of eighteen, nine months later. You are thankful that your father made the wise choice for you that day.
That night from what you remember was just plain boring, you had come back at 11 to a quite house, had talked to the boy for the entirety of the night, watched the sunrise with him and at the end had hugged him thanking him for taking you to prom.
After that incident, you both had again gone onto your own ways and had not talked to each other for another year till the next family function, where you both were the only kids of the same age present as all your other friends were out of the country for college.
That weekend had sparked a friendship between you both, as you always stuck to each other’s side seeking comfort from one another as talking to anyone else somehow always circled back to your marriage and their extreme concern for your depleting eggs.
The friendship you both wove lasted a long while, throughout your college. Till one day you come back from a trip to Daegu, and he was there standing at the airport ready to rush you away from your family to the nearest Starbucks because he had some news for you.
Once in the café he informed you that he had landed the job he had been trying for right after finishing college. You were elated for him, so happy that you almost forgot to tell him about the potential marriage partner your parents had whipped up during your two-week-long stay there.
Jeonghan being the man he was asked you up front to marry him, confessing his hidden feeling for you and how the weight of them might have just decreased his height. Dramatic bitch.
You being brough back to reality told him no and stated the reason to be man you could have potentially married. He obviously told you to say no to this unknown ‘son of a bitch’ and accept his proposal.
So being the bigger person, because Jeonghan obviously refused to, you reminded him that you had never dated anyone let alone him and you will not marry a man you have not dated.
This conversation then ignited your relationship the first step of which was turning down the said ‘son of a bitch’ while telling your father you wanted to focus on your career more, which you really did. Fast forward six months and while keeping up the long-distance relation with frequent phone calls late at night because your parents might pick up the landline and eavesdrop if its during the day, while at the same time trying to search for a job near Boston went on.
On one late Sunday afternoon as you were sitting on the kitchen island sipping on coffee you got an email from on of the companies, you had given an interview to, informing you had gotten an onsite job that would require you to move to Cambridge, and you were over the moon.
So, the preparations began for your send off and again Jeonghan stepped in like the messiah he is. He is absolutely not one, you refuse to accept. The man went ahead and told your conservative father he will give up his life to take care of you, till this date you claim it will be the opposite if a situation like that befalls you both. After packing your bags, you were on your merry way to live with the man.
It took you both some time to adjust to the new settings he would be over at your place during the weekends and sometimes you would be at his. This continued for another year or so before one night as you both were laying on the bed together when Jeonghan suddenly piped up.
“I think you should see other people.”
Not understanding what he meant you turned towards the guy and asked, “what do you mean?”
“I know we will end up marrying each other, so I want you to experience dating other men too, so you don’t get to ever claim I was the only guy in your life,” he explained to you.
You had yet to get a taste of exactly how much of a cocky motherfucker you are dating, said innocently.
“But Jeonghan you are the only guy I ever dated.”
That was the end of that conversation that night before you both went to sleep, but his urging never stopped. It went on for a few days till one day your exhausted and a tad bit insecure self, lashed out at him claiming he wanted to cheat on you, and he wanted a break. So, you gave one to him.
Five years later during your sister’s wedding in Singapore was when his proposal was finally accepted. You had just arrived at the airport and yet again the man had swooped in and taken you away from your family under the guise of some kind of sound check that was needed to be done in the wedding venue.
That entire year you had a flower bouquet delivered early morning to your house with an apology letter, although the apologies lasted only for a month before you forgave the terrified man, who apologized profusely after you accepted to talk to him. Even though you did feel a bit bad after seeing him, the guy looked like he was living during the great depression.
After that all was smooth sailing and he never ever tried to upset you at all, but his playful nature persisted anyways, not like you minded that.
Your clueless self agreed to go with him and without a second thought he took you to the cables to take you to an island that was nowhere close to the wedding venue. As you were getting increasingly confused, you kept asking him where exactly you both were going. He kept deflecting the topic, so you ultimately gave up and, as another family came up on the cable car, you started talking about your flight that you took with your family. The poor man did not hear one word, he was sweating bullocks and was essentially confused why another family was in the cable car that he had fully booked for you both.
As the family got down at the end, he stopped you from doing so too claiming it is not the stop, even though it was the last one. It was then the nervous wreck of a man got down on one knee in front of asking for your hand in marriage once again, and you being so in love with him accepted to spend the rest of your life with the man.
The rest of it was history, you both had to tell your parents none of whom were shocked at all, rather relieved that you both had at last agreed to get married and be together forever.
Now ten years later and with your two children, you are perfectly content with your life. Waking up with Jeonghan beside you everyday sounds like a dream and you are happy it came true for you.
As you tossed around the bed you saw Jeonghan eyeing you in his half-awake state.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Us,” you answer snuggling closer to him.
“What about us, huh?”
“The way you forced me to date some other guy because you wanted me to have more experience in dating,” you laughed at the memory.
“Don’t tell me about that it still haunts me till this day” he retorts with a shudder.
“Why did you do it anyways?” you ask.
“I knew I was going to marry you so I wanted you to have some more experience with dating others so whenever you have an argument I could say ‘hey remember that looser you dated!’”, he answers with laugh.
With a laugh you slapped his shoulder exclaiming, “I sometimes forget how cocky you can get!”
"How else do you think I got the permission to propose you in someone else's marriage!" he states sassily.
With that Jeonghan snuggles closer to you some more, its Sundays anyways the kids are with their grandparents and you both have all the time in the world to just bask in each other’s presence and not do anything at all.
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fairy of shampoo [or, holding hands w riize]
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pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluffiest fluff 2 ever fluff cw/tw : none! (some arent really hand holding im sorry guys ://) wc : 0.6k
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seunghan : he's a simple guy but he's also a hopeless romantic; big sucker for interlinked fingers and all the symbolism that comes w it <3 his grip would be so, so gentle though.. unless on rare occasions you happen to trigger his slightly possessive streak where his fingers would unintentionally tighten around yours.. wouldn't hesitate to show off him holding your hands to the source of the jealousy~
wonbin : hand holding patterns would definitely differ but mostly he'd stick to the simplest kind : your hand over his (or visa versa if he's feeling particularly babygirl/wants to be comforted by you).. he's the kinda guy who'd gently stroke your knuckles with his thumb all the time but the second you do it to him he ends up so flustered.. (side note he probably swings your hands tgt when you're out on a walk or something ;-;)
sohee : i saw this one twt post where they said that he seemed to not be that used to physical touch and was slowly getting used to it with his members ... so i feel like he'd maybe be a bit hesitant, shy to initiate proper hand holding straightaway; but would still want to feel connected to you .. hence, interlocked pinkies <3 also whenever he can he'd raise your hands to his lips and place a lil kiss right on the tip of your finger,,
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anton : hear me out - he gets kinda hyper excited when you're around him and because of both of you being busy with your respective works you don't really get a lot of time together.. but there's so much he wants to show you, to experience with you.. this is what leads him to grab ahold your wrist and almost feverishly drag you places + it gives him leverage to be able to casually bite your arm (it's his love language) once a while ._.
shotaro : prefers to keep his arm around your shoulder whenever he can rather than holding hands which is adorable but guys... he's a head bonker trust me..... likes to bump your heads together (like a littol bunny ;-;) when he has his arm around you. also it makes him feel overall really fuzzy and warm inside to think he's kinda "protecting you" and keeping your pretty head comfy as well,, adores the fact that this position more often than not ends with you having an arm around his waist >///<
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sungchan : he's an all or nothing guy and if it's you he physically can't go nothing; therefore he must have one of your hands in his while your other rests on his arm. yes he knows that means your hands won't be free to carry/hold on to anything else but hey what else is he here for?? steals whatever your holding and holds out his hand to you like oh you want to hold something too? here, hold this for me please ^^. yeah i know it's my hand and what about it D: ?
eunseok : he's different he's not like other guys huge fan of wrapping a hand around your waist because he's generally not a huge fan of a lot of pda but this provides him a secure position right at the edge of casual affection, intimacy and can we go to the other room and makeout :/ please :/ this probably started out as just teasing you but he actually likes how he's kinda subtly making it known that you're each others' <3 oh and loves that he can tickle you whenever he wants :p
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notes : haha. mai. mai hey if u see this im begging u to take away my motivation rn please the history textbook is calling out to me please </3 /lh... + the coloured text realllyy isnt visible on light screens huh. fml + [m.list]
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oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.
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but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver
✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful
✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)
✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!
also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!
✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.
but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.
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Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.
There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.
It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.
He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.
Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.
You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.
Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.
Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.
But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.
You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.
Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.
And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.
"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"
"No, you don't have too."
"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"
This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.
"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.
"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.
You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.
He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"
You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.
"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."
"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"
"Like what?"
"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."
"You're scaring me." You joke.
"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."
"You're such a dumbass."
"Do you trust me?"
You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.
He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.
You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.
You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.
He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.
Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.
He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.
"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.
Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.
"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."
Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.
You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.
"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."
He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.
You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.
"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"
You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.
You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.
"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."
"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"
He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.
"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"
A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."
He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"
You giggle "Uh-huh."
"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"
It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.
You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.
But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.
"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."
"Want it a little harder?"
"Mhm,"
"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."
"Yeah?"
He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.
He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.
But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.
And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.
"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"
"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."
So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.
"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."
He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.
When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.
"Wanna stay like this for a while?"
You nod.
"Mm. Sleepy."
"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."
"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.
"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."
There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.
"Okay."
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7ndipity · 7 months
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Thinking about Jealous Jk…
Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: very suggestive, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
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Jungkook gets jealous super easily, everybody knows it, you’ve often even teased him about it, but the way he displays it around others vs. when it’s just you and him is wildly different.
Like, it doesn’t necessarily surprise you when you happen to spot the shift in his mood while you were both out with some of your mutual friends, toying with his lip ring anxiously as his eyes follow your movements around the room, shooting daggers at whoever’s getting too close, trying to quell his growing tension at first by just keeping a bit closer to you before eventually getting too frustrated and dragging you away to the bathroom or spare room with little to no explanation to those around you, not that anybody much questions it anymore, knowing you’ll both reappear in a few minutes, slightly mussed and likely sporting a few freshly formed hickeys. He is one of the few people I genuinely believe would fuck you in a bathroom out of posessiveness.
But as soon as it’s just you and him though, the tougher outer facade drops almost instantly, becoming your needy, pouty baby, begging for your affection and reassurance. “Tell me you love me.” “Tell me how good I am for you.” etc.
His life is so full of uncertainties and falsities, he just wants that confirmation that you’re here and real, that you won’t disappear on him, and that most easily manifests through his physical clinginess, needing to literally feel you in his hands.
In your early days of dating, this would happen a lot, but the longer you’ve been together and the more comfortable you become with each other, the less frequently these moments would occur as he finds more confidence and trust in your relationship.
You’re his safe place, and he can’t imagine life without you.
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merbear25 · 4 months
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Been thinking a lot about Crocodile
Thinking about how you'd have to take it slow to work up to a decent level of trust between each other, second guessing the other's intentions, overthinking each gesture and reaction.
You'd sneak glances at each other. Hoping you won't be caught admiring them when the thought of their body brushing up against yours crosses your mind, leaving your cheeks flushed.
Your overactive imagination would inevitably lead to restless nights of tossing and turning; wondering if he ever lost sleep over you like you did him.
Seeing as his body language isn't the most inviting to someone who may or may not want to confess their feelings, he'd most likely be the one to confront you first. Don't expect anything heart felt, though. Despite having realized he has feelings for you, he still has walls up and is going to try to feel out the situation.
He'd never show it, but he's relieved that you've returned his feelings. Since admitting your feelings, nothing changes that much. You still have to build trust. However, neither of you feel like it's necessary to sneak glances at each other anymore. The both of you are still warming up to the idea of physical touch, so even though you've closed the gap that'd been between the both of you, there's still some physical distance.
When you start spending a bit more time together, you have a certain look on your face. You look so sweet, so innocent, so trusting. Your softened features are making it hard for him to resist his growing urges: to stroke your cheek, run his hand over your hips and small of your back, to feel the warmth of your soft lips against his, all of which burning into a desire to hold you close.
NSFW below the cut (f!reader, fingering, vaginal penetration, daddy kink and maybe size kink)
Intimacy was something to be earned in his mind. Simply jumping into bed would have never been an option as it would completely void sex of any true meaning. Building that much needed trust was essential for him to fully allow himself to enjoy you.
He wants to take his time enjoying the curves of your body and relishing in how it reacts to his touch. Those hushed gasps as he gripped your inner thigh were working wonders on him, especially while he worked his way up your leg, teasing you. The way your hips slightly thrusted against his hand made him smirk. You were coming off so eager and desperate for him.
The feeling of you squirming under him was making him feel powerful — having this much control over someone from just a simple touch was exhilarating.
You hesitantly touch his thigh and trace your finger to the yearning that was lengthening between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you were scanning his features for approval to continue. While he started bending down to kiss you, you met him half way — his skepticism being engulfed by your passion.
As he deepens the kiss, his hand drifts down to unbutton your pants. He tugs them, along with your panties, off swiftly, which leaves your bottom half completely at his mercy. Him gazing down at your already slick slit made your pussy twitch with anticipation.
In seeing this, his ego inflated and a cheeky smile appeared before his thumb found itself swirling around your clit. He loved seeing how your body responded and loved just how intimate it was to have you practically helpless under his touch.
Your fingers fumble about with his belt due to the constant spasms sending thrilling waves throughout your body. He decides to help satisfy your curiosity and slaps his long thick cock against your whimpering pussy, causing the wetness to splatter under its weight.
He may be a rather cruel man at times, but he wants to ensure that you love each and every moment together. He rubs the tip against your clit before shoving two fingers inside you. You whinge from the sudden pain but gradually become accustomed to the feeling. He slips a third finger in which makes your back arch from the intense amount of pressure. Once the whirls of pain and discomfort settle, your moans become louder, begging him to give you more.
The show you had just put on was too enticing not to reward. Using every ounce of will power, he held back the temptation from being as rough as he wanted to be. Carefully, he eased himself in and allowed you to adjust to his length. You crawled at the sheets beneath you and your breath hitched.
He knew you weren't going to be able to take all of him the first time having sex, so when a decent amount of him was hidden within your walls, he tenderly thrusted. Hearing your moans, seeing how tear-stained your face had become, and feeling your cunt clenching so tightly around him was delectable.
His jaw was becoming slack. He let out a deep moan, and you just couldn't help yourself, "It feels so good, daddy."
Hearing that come out of you damn near short circuited the man. The slow and steady pace he'd decided on for your comfort was dwindling; he wanted to hear you scream that. Quickening his pace, he was engrossed in your movements.
He baited you to call him that again, "D'you like that?"
"Unhhhh... love how daddy fucks me," your voice was becoming a bit hoarse from how vocal you were being.
His eyes roll back and he tightens his grip on your hip. He doesn't even notice the low-toned moans he's letting out. "Y'love how big daddy's cock is?"
All you can do is choke out a 'yes'.
He forces himself deeper into your pussy. You whimper and dig your heels into the mattress. The sounds of his dick being suctioned by your soaking cunt was accompanied by your desperation to let go.
You cry out 'daddy' before your hips buck from the intensity of your orgasm.
He pulled out and left your front side completely coated in cum.
After a moment he pants, "It might be worth spending more time with you."
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tartigglez · 6 months
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Hii can I ask for husband hcs for childe, neuvillette, kaeya, albedo and kazuha?
Just general hcs on what married life with them would them would be like :)
If that's too many characters you can just do your favourites out of them-
Thank you for your time! Have a good day <3
"espousal"
・❥・i actually haven't had a second since this req was sent but i am FINALLY GETTTING IT DONE DNWOEIEOWOQWIEWO
・❥・childe, neuvillette, kaeya (separate) x gn!reader
・❥・fluff time!!!
・❥・kissy times, lots of physical touch, suggestive at times, my clingy bois!!, talk of marital issues, protective kae (my beloved), i think thats itttt! enjoyyyy!!
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kaeya is a TEASE, still. he straight up never stops, even though you’ve been together for so long. He’ll do anything to make you blush and catch you off guard, for no reason other than he thinks its funny, yet adorable when you react to him. 
he loves to give massages. the intimacy of it all is so important and fulfilling to him (even though he has to keep an eye on his cryo powers the whole time to make sure his hands aren’t cold) (bless him, lil baby). sometimes if he’s doing this, he’ll give you little kisses all over, and talk about his day. other times he’ll tell you how much he loves certain parts of you, your tummy, thighs, or whatever else he’s feeling enamoured with at that particular time. other times, he’s completely silent, and just basks in the feeling of being able to be with you, soft breaths or sighs from both of you filling the air. 
at times, he can be a little overly protective of you, even if you yourself are well versed in battle. this man wants to make sure you’re safe at all costs, because he knows what it’s like to lose family. in a way, you’re most of what he has. he isn’t losing you. 
he has some weird/funny habits. poking your cheeks, accidentally staring at you, sticking his tongue out at you, or at times even gently biting you for giggles. he definitely has a playful side hidden underneath his suave façade, which only you can bring out. 
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ajax always wants to keep your relationship fresh and exciting! he'll always have new date ideas, or make secret plans of where to go on your next vacation (which are revealed to you about five minutes before leaving). be it a new restaurant or a revisit of your favourite places, trust he will bring as much energy and passion as always. 
he's clingy as heck, always wants your attention and is a spam texter, one hundred percent. he has really high energy so he can sometimes take a lot of patience to deal with. defo gives you at least 10 good morning kisses before he leaves for work, and might even wake you up if you're asleep. don't punch him, he's just desperate for your (albeit sleepy) attention.
he’s learned a lot about how to navigate issues in your relationship over the span of it, and is still learning. because of his childhood he can sometimes not fully understand how you feel about certain things, but he loves you, and knows he can learn no matter how long it takes. as long as you’re willing to be patient with him, he will definitely put in all his effort for you.
if there’s one word to describe childe, its curious. he wants to know everything about what makes you tick, and this doesn’t stop even after you’re married. he can sometimes struggle to speak softly when you’re upset because he has a tendency to joke around about things quite a lot, but if you tell him that you need serious time, he will definitely provide it for you.
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neuvillette definitely thrives on routine, he kisses you twice each morning. once on the forehead when you’ve both just woken up, and once on the lips before he leaves to begin his work as iudex. of course this also applies when he gets home,  but perhaps he’d rather keep those routines behind closed doors ;)
neuvillette can struggle a little sometimes, but he always tries his hardest to listen to what you said all those years ago; “i love you, if something’s wrong we’ll work through it”. when he has an issue he will first mull it over alone, before coming to you. 
he is an excellent comforter. although he doesn’t see it himself, he has an incredible ability to recognise each of the emotions displayed on your face. he knows if you’re thinking, its best to stay quiet and let you come to a conclusion before speaking any more. 
random one but he LOVES when you do his hair for him, it makes him feel so cared for and loved. he feels really relaxed when you massage his scalp for him. just gives that warm fuzzy feeling, y’know?
sometimes when you’re at home he’ll start following you around the house for no apparent reason. well, there is an apparent reason, he’ll just never admit to it- he wants a hug. you might go to your bedroom or the kitchen to look for something, and he’ll just be trailing behind, waiting for your attention. when you finally give in and wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, he lets out a low, calming hum. he’s content.
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soursturniolo · 6 months
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boyfriend hcs (sfw & nsfw) • matt sturniolo
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bf matt
- being quieter by nature, a lot of the times you spend together is quiet time. sometimes you’re reading or watching tik toks and he’s working on stuff for work while music plays in the back. while you’re not talking or cuddling or doing cutesy stuff, you both find comfort and peace in each other’s presence
- staying in is his favorite thing, especially when he has to go out so often due to his job, nothing is better than when you both just chill out in his bed watching Netflix
- despite his introverted nature, he does sometimes take you out on super cute dates. Ice skating, top golf, farmers markets, movie theaters, concerts, even a fancy dinner occasionally
- LOVES treating you. you see a cute thing online? He’s already ordered two, they’ll be delivered on Friday. You have a favorite candy? He’s buying it every time he has to stop at a gas station or grocery store, even if you’re not with him, he’ll give it to you later. He also has a secret stash of it at his place, hidden from his brothers so it doesn’t get stolen, that way he always has some for you when you’re over. He can provide and it makes him happy to make you happy, no matter how many times you try to nicely refuse.
- touchy but lowkey about it in public even after your relationship is public. he’s not and never will be big on pda but if you’re out somewhere at a party or influencer event he still likes physical reassurance in small ways. Holding your hand when you walk in together, his hand resting on the small of your back while you stand next to him, getting introduced to some new people, him giving you a quick kiss on the temple before he leaves to get you both a water, just little things.
- in the privacy of your apartment or his is where he’s much more outgoing with physical expressions of his love. watching a movie together on the couch? he’s snuggled up against you. you’re making you both a snack in the kitchen? he’s holding your hips from behind, his chin hooked on your shoulder as he watches you. bed time? Spooning you immediately. He just loves holding you fr. Even if it leads to him sitting there with rosy cheeks from his brothers teasing when they witness it.
- remember that time Chris mentioned that when he gets furniture he usually ends up having Matt build it for him? Same thing happens with you. You made the mistake of casually mentioning during a phone call with your boyfriend that you were having trouble understanding the instructions to building a bookshelf you just bought, and literally 20 minutes later this man is rolling up, kissing your forehead as he gently takes the instructions from your hands and tells you “don’t worry baby, i got it,”. Matt has it all put together and moved where you want it in less than 30 minutes.
- literally so cute when you compliment him. he gets all shy and smiley when you tell him he looks good in an outfit that he’s wearing. gets all blushy when you compliment the stubble that paints his jaw when he’s in between shaves. secretly, sometimes he purposely ‘forgets’ to shave a couple days just because he loves that you like it
- on days when that voice in his head won’t shut up, anxiety overwhelming him, he finds comfort in you. at the beginning of your relationship he had been careful to not show you too much of his struggles, but as your relationship solidified, you became a person he confides in just as much as his family. he trusts you whole heartedly and seeks shelter from his minds storm in your embrace.
NSFW HCs BELOW. Stop here if you don’t want to read!
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bedroom matt
- in private, just you and him? hands are on you 24/7, 365.
- in the mood in an instant. one kiss to his neck and he’s ready to go.
- loves your thighs. they’re so pillowy and soft and he loves having his hands on them, loves gripping them when you have your legs wrapped around him
- loves head obviously but truth be told he loves giving head just a little bit more. There’s just something about watching you fall apart on his tongue, your hips shuttering, chest heaving, eyes rolling back, thighs squeezing his head while your fingers dig into his hair. he could finish then and there just watching you.
- loves having his hand around your throat on the rougher nights. not always choking, sometimes just resting there, knowing he could if he wanted, sometimes he just wants to make you beg for it
- a fiend for kisses. loves kissing you so much and loves trailing open mouthed kisses down your throat when things heat up.
- sex switches up fr. sometimes it’s fast and rough and dirty and other times he really just wants slow and sensual and to make it last as long as possible
- he’s quiet in day to day life, but he’s more outspoken in the bedroom. his voice is all quiet and deep and raspy while he tells you everything he wants to do to you
- praise kink goes crazy, and it goes both ways. he loves telling you how good you are for him, how pretty you look under him. he also LOVES when you tell him, talking about how deep he is and how good it feels, and hearing you moan his name is his favorite thing
- of course, he likes feeling good too, but your pleasure is a priority for him. you never end a night without finishing a couple times.
- KING of aftercare. he’s kissing you softly after, telling you how perfect you are. Soon he’s up heating up the shower for you both to get cleaned up, getting out pjs for you and the softest and fluffiest towels he owns for you to dry off. legs sore? he’s massaging them for you. voice rough? he’s getting you a water asap. he wants to make sure you’re taken care of and feel loved
- LOVES showering with you after, it gives him a good reason to keep his hands all over you. you laugh about it when he tries to be all innocent about it, saying “I’m just helping you get clean baby 😇”
- overall he’s fr the type to rail you into next week and then be the most loving and sweet and wake you up with breakfast in the morning
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foxeebit · 2 months
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Touch - Jeong Yunho
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pairing: jeong yunho x reader
genre: smut, pwp (just a tiny little bit of context)
word count 0.9k~
warnings: teasing, yunho’s hands (yup), a hint of unprotected sex (DONT DO IT), fingering, begging, dom!yunho if you squint, squirting, wet mess, yunho-has-a-big-dick-and-he-knows-it, not proof read.
summary: friends don’t touch each other like yunho touches you…
A/N: im just completely obsessed with yunho and this came out of nowhere. please forgive grammar errors etc bc i didn’t check anything, these are just filthy thoughts of a sunday afternoon.
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he’s the type of person to become friends with you by being the funniest guy in the room. laughing with him feels like the easiest thing in the world and he gets to win your trust by being extremely reliable. he’s always there for you either you’re in need of him or not, he always knows what you need and when you need it.
he would gradually get you comfortable with physical affection to the point he can’t keep his hands off of you anymore. he’s always running his fingers through your neck, hugging you from behind and staying there with his arms wrapped around you whilst caressing your tummy, keeping a hand on you thigh when he’s driving... his hands are everywhere all the time.
it doesn’t matter where you are, if you’re alone watching a movie, you’ll feel his hands running up and down your arm giving you chills from his soft touch, or if you’re out with your group of friends, he’ll keep his fingers running through your hand, caressing and intertwining them from time to time to keep your hands warm (even though it’s just because he loves to see how small your hands look when holding his own).
he’s trained you so well to accept his touches that you don’t even bother to resist or complain when he makes the first move to touch you where he actually wanted. so when you’re sitting between his thighs on the couch reading on your kindle while he’s playing fortnite, he loses another match and can’t help but compensate his frustration by sliding his hands under your oversized shirt and caress your tits covering them with his huge hands.
“do you mind?” his fingers starts to pinch your nipples sending a clear sign to your core when he decides to whisper in a soft deep voice in your ear. “i can make you feel so good, baby.” he runs kisses through your neck already knowing your most sensitive.
it keeps getting harder and harder to breathe when he runs down one of his hands to rest on top of your loose cotton shorts. “please…” your heavy breaths turn into small whines waiting for whatever he has planned for you.
“tell me what do you want and i’ll give it to you” he feels you hips moving towards his hands, striving for any sort of contact. “you so horny you can’t even speak? i can’t wait to see how wet my baby’s pussy is for me” his words only made you more needy, resting your head on his chest, you look up to him ready to beg.
“i need your hands on my pussy, please make my cum i can’t take it anymore. you’ve been teasing me for so long, it’s not fair.” you see him smirk and feel his hands starting to run circles on your clit over your shorts, you felt immediate relief but it isn’t enough.
you grabbed his hands and guided it inside your shorts ands panties, finally reaching your wet folds making you moan softly feeling the tips of his fingers going up and down superficially on your core. “my girl is so needy for me. is that what you wanted to to every time i touched your?” your moans keeps getting louder whilst he spreads your wetness throughout your pussy. “s-stop torturing me. just one finger, please”
“how many times have you touched yourself thinking of me after we hung out? i bet i have already fucked you so many times in your dirty mind, i know in mine i have.” tears starts to roll down your face from the teasing and you feel your hole clenching around nothing waiting to be filled up.
you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ignore the bulge you can feel pressing your butt. “when you started to keep your hands resting on my thighs frequently, i stopped wearing panties under my dresses hoping you would make me cum in front of everyone without them noticing”
you feel his middle finger entering your cunt harshly, going deep at his first thrust and you moan his name loudly in response. “you horny little whore didn’t even worry about getting caught. argh, your cunt is so tight, baby. i’m gonna need to stretch you well so you can take my big cock” you hips keep moving to follow his fingers when he inserts another finger and makes sure to keep his palm aligned to you rub your clit on every thrust. “yuyu, please… i need to cum” becoming a whining mess, you have no control over your thoughts anymore, all you can think of is how deep his fingers are inside your pussy and how good they’re making you feel. “that’s okay, come for me my love” he take his other hand off your nipples and start to rub circles around your clit whilst thrusting your cunt even harder, moving his tips to reach your spot. you were already screaming when your orgasm comes, making you squirt all over his fingers and the couch.
he keeps playing with your cunt working you through your high until you stop his hand. “i can’t, too sensitive” he laughs softly, gives you a kiss on your left temple and put your hands under your thighs to push you up just enough to take off your shorts and pull his thick cock out his joggers. you feel the tip of his dick brushing through your swollen folds collecting your juices, when he finally slid inside you in a harsh thrust making you to moan at the sensation. “i said i was stretching you for me, didn’t i?”
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llamagoddessofficial · 7 months
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Hello hello! This is Relating to the prison au and the idea suddenly came to me but how would it differ if the mc was a a lot younger like an intern? I tried searching more if it was even allowed to be a med student intern in a prison but I dunno I just thought it was a neat idea, like if she appeared like an optimistic platonic younger sister more than a romantic interest? Aaaa sorry English isn't my first language I hope the idea got through ^^'
I want to congratulate you, anon... you're the first person in a long time to ask something related to prison au that has never been asked before!
Sans: Unfortunately, he'll be even worse. More manipulative, more possessive... more evil. With an older Mc he might see her as easy to manipulate, but he still absolutely views her as her own person- he'd do bad stuff but he (at least) would still respect her opinions and choices. When she's young, he does not respect her opinions and choices. She's just a kid who doesn't know better, someone who needs him to make the big decisions on her behalf.
The worst part is, once he attaches, he sees her like a little sister. It really fucks up his mind- all of those messy, dark, painful feelings about Papyrus, all that unresolved grief from losing one younger sibling... he doesn't care what happens to anyone. Or anything. So long as he doesn't lose any more family.
He's kind to her; oh-so-kind, a sweet and goofy older brother figure who makes terrible puns and chats to her for hours about her favourite videogames. But he's a terrifying empty creature, and he's absolutely going to use her youth and inexperience to his advantage, to make her trust him more than everyone else. Nothing is off the table.
Red: Red adores her. Much like Sans, he ends up in something of a 'big brother' role- the difference is that Red's connection with her is a lot healthier and gentler, with a decent amount of friendly 'fighting' (tossing harmless insults at each other). He turns into a different person around her; he minds his language somewhat, he manages his temper better, although he teases her his teasing never has any venom and he'll drop jokes that upset her. He was built to be a big brother, and he misses his Papyrus a lot- it feels good to have a bond like that with someone again.
(Speaking of Papyrus- he loves Mc too. He sees the effect she has on Red and he absolutely wants to encourage the positive growth. Also... he always wanted a younger sibling.)
Red makes jokes about giving her contraband or getting her in trouble, and her presence in his life has put her firmly on the inmate no-touch list. Red may be a criminal, and he may associate with people who have done terrible things... but he reserves the worst of the worst punishments for those who hurt kids, and his family. Let alone both.
She's been adopted by the mob.
Skull: Skull's intense feelings about Mc in the prison aus aren't really specifically romantic or platonic in the first place. It's his Soul crying out for love and connection after so long alone. They're just Skull Feelings- so a platonic Mc would see the same degree of insanity, desperation and clinginess from our darling cannibal as her older nurse counterpart.
But... I think he would be a bit better with her, overall. Mc being noticeably younger, in his eyes, makes her more 'fragile'- both emotionally and physically. That nagging thought of i need to be careful and responsible would centre him a little more, make him more aware, gentle and slow. In the same way he wouldn't want to frighten a small child, he doesn't want to frighten her; he moves like hes trying not to spook away a small animal. He'd be better at smiling.
... He would still get moments where he can't help himself. Moments where he snaps out of restraints and grabs her, moments where he attacks other staff for getting too close to her. But he tries.
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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 1 month
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Jotaro Kujo — kakyoin's amusement
cw: nothing rlly, jotaro kujo is bad at feelings tag
an: inspired by that tiktok audio of when he sees me lol
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Always being on the move with barely any breaks and with enemies at every turn has left Kakyoin with little to no entertainment. Of course, he doesn't mind, even if he's already starting to miss his NES.
Fortunately for the red-head teenager, it seems that the Gods have heard his prayers and have blessed him with a new source of entertainment, exclusive front-row seats that only he is the audience of, said entertainment being the hidden feelings between you and Jotaro.
Well, it's not really hidden—you're both aware of your feelings, just not each other's. And being the only other teenager left, the two of you ran to Kakyoin to rant about your feelings. 
And just the admissions alone was already absolutely amusing.
You were the first to admit your feelings. 
It was still early on the journey, and Kakyoin was tasked to retrieve tickets with Jotaro, but he found that the teen had already gone on without him. Shrugging it off, Kakyoin opted to enjoy his stay and make the most of the hotel amenities instead. 
He found himself in the pool area, and much to his surprise, he caught you in one of the beach chairs on the poolside. Feeling his eyes on you, you wave him over, and he approaches you to sit on the beach chair adjacent to yours. 
It was quiet, and Kakyoin racked his brain for anything to say. Eventually, he opens up the conversation with one of the obscure facts he knows off the top of his head. 
Thankfully, you responded in kind, and the conversation flowed easily from there. Your conversation bounced from one thing to another before eventually, the both of you settled in comfortable silence while laying back on your respective beach chairs. 
It was a bit sudden for Kakyoin, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised when you suddenly admitted it. 
"I think I like him...." You spoke, suddenly breaking the silence between you and the red-headed teen. Kakyoin glances at you, and he can see you feeling a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. 
"Hm..." Kakyoin hums in response before adding with a noticeable teasing lilt in his voice. "Who? Polnareff?"
"Yes, of course. Because I want a grown man." You respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you look at him, watching his lips turn up to an amused smirk. "I'm talking about Mr. Joestar, obviously."
"Right, my mistake." Kakyoin matched your energy, the both of you sharing a chuckle, before he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze. 
"So, Jotaro, huh?" 
Kakyoin's smirk widens at the sudden smitten look on your face just from the mention of the name, and he's 99% positive that you don't even realize it. 
"Yeah..." You sigh, one that reminds him of a hopeless romantic protagonist of romcoms he's seen his parents watch before. "I mean, can you blame me? Going through all these troubles just for his mom? How he jumped to save that kid without hesitation? And that face of his isn't helping."
"Honestly? I can't say I'm surprised." Kakyoin responds to your small rant, his voice soft and comforting. He sees your lips part, looking at him in slight panic, and he cuts you off before you can even speak. 
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks, Kakyoin."
"Mhm. Thank you for trusting me with this."
On the other hand, it took Jotaro quite a while before he admitted it—both to himself and to his friend. 
After a long day of fighting the menace that was Steely Dan and a long day of traveling, they ended up in another hotel. As usual, Jotaro and Kakyoin ended up sharing a room, and you ended up getting separated from them with your very own room. 
It was a really long day for both teenagers; both were drained and worn out, with Kakyoin mentally exhausted from exerting the effort to manifest his stand in a much smaller form and Jotaro both mentally and physically drained after all the beating he took earlier in the day. 
"I should've beaten him up more." Jotaro groans from his bed, making Kakyoin turn to look at him, a brow raised. 
"Steely Dan? You ended up hating him that much?" Kakyoin responds before leaning on his elbows, still lying on the bed. "How bad are the things he did to you when we left you with him?"
"That's not the issue. I've already made him pay for what he did to me." Jotaro responds, before shooting up from his bed, removing his hat, and placing it on the shared nightstand between their beds, running a hand through his hair. 
"But...." Jotaro trails off, and Kakyoin sits up on his bed as well, raising his brow even more. 
Jotaro grumbled something under his breath, and Kakyoin could swear he heard your name amongst the words the other teen grumbled. 
Kakyoin repeats your name, and Jotaro faces Kakyoin, his gaze hardened. 
"What about them?" Kakyoin asks curiously. 
"I can't easily forgive him for the shit he did to them."
Kakyoin is quite surprised by his words and how genuine they sound. His gaze darts to his friend's face, his scowl deeper than usual, a vein almost popping on his temple. Jotaro's exhaustion must be making him slip his composure, his emotions taking hold of his exhausted mind. 
"What did he do?" 
"He grabbed them. Right. in front. of. me." Jotaro scowls, his jaw clenched tightly. "Grabbed onto their arm so tightly like they were his."
Kakyoin blinks at that, his eyes widening slightly. No.. that expression on Jotaro's face.. it wasn't annoyance. Not completely...
"Held their chin to make them look at him. His face was so damn close to theirs, I would've punched him right then and there if it wasn't for the old man."
Definitely not annoyance. It's jealousy.
"I could feel Star Platinum just about ready to make him regret being born, and I had to actively hold him back." Jotaro finishes his mini-rant with a deep, annoyed sigh, his eyes darting over to look at Kakyoin. 
It was Jotaro's turn to look confused at the amused grin on Kakyoin's face, a knowing look in his lavender gaze, making Jotaro's brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at his friend. 
"The hell are you smiling about?" Jotaro asks bluntly with a deep scowl, "Didn't you hear a thing I just said?"
"I think you're the one who didn't hear what you just said, Jotaro." Kakyoin responds amusedly, his grin not faltering even under the scrutinizing gaze of Jotaro Kujo. 
"What are you blabbering about?"
"Think back to your words, Jotaro. You're not stupid."
Jotaro paused for a while, running a hand through his already messy hair at his friend's cryptic behavior. He was already exhausted and pissed off; he didn't need any more of Kakyoin's bullshit—still, curiously, Jotaro did as he was asked. 
Kakyoin's amused smile slowly widens along with Jotaro's eyes slowly widening in realization as he plays his own words back in his mind. His surprised gaze turned to look at Kakyoin. 
"Are you suggesting....?" Jotaro trails off with a hiss. "Fuck off."
"I'm not even saying anything."
"Don't think about it. I'd rather eat my socks."
"Oh?"
"Don't look at me like—" Jotaro sighs. "It's not like that,"
"But it is," Kakyoin insists with a raised brow and a smirk, "Isn't it?"
Jotaro didn't even respond this time, looking away from his friend's teasing gaze as his own landed on his bed sheets. Kakyoin could see the dust of pink on the other teen's cheeks the more he remained silent, and that was already enough of a response to him. 
"God fucking damnit." Jotaro curses under his breath at the realization, letting out a deep sigh as he glares at his sheets. Kakyoin remained silent as he let Jotaro think about his newfound feelings. 
Eventually, Jotaro turns his head to look at Kakyoin, the usual calm, cold, neutral look on his face as his ocean gaze stares through his lavender ones. 
"Turn away for a bit." Was all Jotaro said. Confused, Kakyoin did as he was told, turning his back to Jotaro and looking at the wall beside his bed. 
Suddenly, Kakyoin jumps slightly in surprise. 
Jotaro is screaming.
It's muffled, probably by his pillows and his sheets, and it probably wasn't loud enough to be heard outside their room, but loud enough to surprise Kakyoin.
It didn't take long before he heard a deep breath and then silence.
"Good night," Jotaro spoke nonchalantly, and Kakyoin swiftly turned, but Jotaro was already on his side, back turned towards the red-head who was only blinking at him in a mix of amusement and surprise. 
"Also, don't tell anyone about this."
"Aye, aye, captain."
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Let me control you
Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, dom Wanda, sub reader, dom/sub dynamics, hand signal communication, mommy kink, praise kink, mirror kink, collars, marking, so much teasing, slight pet play, alluded smut
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: “Oh heyyyyyy”. So I haven’t written for months…. Probably won’t again for another few months 😅 but yeah I got inspired by CelticKitten25’s red room renovations series on ao3, (go read for some perfect Bishova and Wandanat kinky goodness) Shoutout to my bestie @phantomspiderr for convincing me to write and post this 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💕🦊
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“You ready baby?” Wanda asks gently as she carefully eyes your reaction to her question.
You nod quickly looking up at her with doe eyes where she stands slightly taller than you, you had both talked about this being something you wanted to try and tonight was finally the moment after some practice and learning some gestures that Wanda wanted to use.
Wanda had been so sweet as the night had gone on, taking care of you, praising you, talking you through everything to get your headspace just right, now you were both standing next to your large plush bed officially ready to begin.
Wanda smiled slightly and tilted her head, you could physically see her switching from her sickly sweet demeanour to her more strict and dominant side. She was curious about something and wanted to test her theory, “can you tell me your safe words darling?” Instantly you opened your mouth to respond before quickly snapping it shut again eager to please your wife and domme. A slight chuckle left the Sokovian’s mouth, “you’re already trying to hold your words for me aren’t you? Such a good girl but it’s ok, it’s not a trick you can tell me, I want to hear you right now” she reassured you after confirming her theory that without even fully starting you were already trying your very best to please her just as Wanda liked you.
You smiled up at your wife, “green for I’m good, yellow for slow down or readjust and red for stop, taps if I can’t talk mommy” Wanda cupped your face with both of hands and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead, “that’s my good girl”
“Ok my love we are going to start now, remember you can stop anytime you want to” Wanda says as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips and moved over to the red suede chair in the corner of your shared bedroom and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of you.
You waited patiently not moving from your spot as both of you simply watched each other carefully, Wanda slowly lifted her hand and crooked her finger towards her, cautiously you started taking steps forward, you only got around half way to her before she held her hand up signalling you to stop, you did as instructed, watching the many rings on her fingers glinting in the low light but trying to keep your focus so you didn’t miss anything she asked of you.
“Good” she stated to reassure you more than anything, she knew you were nervous about this, as much as it was your idea and you completely trusted your domme to give complete control to, it was nerve wracking to use a whole new set of communication and you didn’t want to disappoint her.
She moved her palm face down to the floor and slowly lowered it a little, you quickly dropped to your knees and folded your hands behind your back, Wanda smirked at how quick you were to respond.
Watching carefully the Sokovian left you with no signals for a moment to gauge where you were at, she noted your breathing quickening a little and you starting to twitch after a few minutes, “slow down my love, you are doing great, don’t overthink it, this is all new I’m not going to punish you if you make some mistakes to start with, once you’ve had some practice however…” Wanda trailed off with a smirk.
With a deep breath you flick your eyes to her face quickly and smile at her, reassuring her you were ok and wanted to continue before focusing back on her hands.
After letting you settle Wanda turned her palm face up and lifted it, you moved to stand again but kept your hands behind your back. You concentrated as she lifted a single finger and held it in the air, slowing yourself down you pulled your pyjama top over your head and dropped it beside you, never letting your focus waver once, the heat in your stomach was making its way lower, trying not to rub your thighs together as you watch your wife sit forward in the chair and rest her arms on her legs looking so dominant and completely in control of your every action with just a flick of her hands, you loved it when she wore a suit and with her jacket discarded your eyes subconsciously wondered to the open buttons of her shirt getting a peek at the deep red lace underneath.
“Ah ah ah focus” Wanda tutted as you quickly move your gaze back to her hands waiting for your next instruction. Two fingers were held up and move to slide your shorts down your legs and drop them next to your shirt revealing the matching green set of lace that Wanda had picked out for you.
“Such a pretty girl for me, I can see you squirming, you just need mommy so bad don’t you?” Wanda cooed and she nearly had you but you managed to catch yourself and simply nod in response and it was worth it for the smile that graced your wife’s lips “such a clever little thing”.
You could feel the lace sticking to you as you desperately grew wetter, you just wanted to be close to her and to please her and it was getting harder to breathe by the second, willing to keep your focus when you finally heard the click of her fingers signalling to you that you could approach her, you practically scrambled forward and dropped back down to your knees more gently this time at her feet instinctively folding your hands behind you and dropping your gaze to the floor. No sooner had you looked at the floor when Wanda’s hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up to face her.
“You’re doing so good for me my love, so pretty and obedient” Wanda cooed so sweetly as she traced your lower lip with her thumb, it took every ounce of strength you had not to take the digit into your mouth. You could feel yourself dropping more and more into that blissful fuzzy headspace by the second spurred on by the consistent praise she was giving you.
You observed quietly as Wanda lifted a single finger and spun it in a quick circle while gazing down at you with dark eyes. Shuffling on your knees to turn your back to her you now had a perfect view of the full length ornate mirror on the opposite wall, you found Wanda’s eyes in the mirror and patiently awaited your next command, perfectly placed in between her spread legs as she leaned dangerously close to your ear and draped her arms over your shoulders, oozing control as she breathily whispered “such a pretty pet for me” before kissing a bruising mark into the side of your neck, you barely held back a whine as you shivered and arched into her touch.
“Do you know what pretty pets get baby?” She asked teasingly after leaving the darkening purple mark blossoming on your neck. You shook your head slowly, shuddering at how hot your wife looked as she rested her chin on the top of your head to watch you in the mirror, caging you in with her thighs and absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers where they were crossed just under your eye line.
Leaning back away from you Wanda reached over to retrieve a slim black box you hadn’t noticed was sitting on the small table next to what in your mind might as well have been Wanda’s throne. Your body instinctively chased after her touch until a firm hand gripped a fistful of your hair causing your breath to catch in your throat, she pushed you gently back to position, the perfect balance of gentle and rough handling practically making your mind go blank.
“Patience little one” she scolded as she took the box and balanced it between her thighs behind your back where you couldn’t see.
“Can you close your eyes for me? It’s a surprise for my clever girl” she smirked at you in the mirror while clicking the box open.
You hesitated, trying to convey your silent question to your domme through just your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
Reading you as an open book Wanda quickly answered your question, “No signals darling, not until you open your eyes again”.
Nodding gently you slipped your eyes closed and waited for your surprise, keeping your posture perfect was difficult as you felt Wanda once again trap you with her strong thighs, not that you would ever even dream of moving.
You felt her move your hair over your shoulder, purposefully brushing against her mark that she’d left just to see you shiver and started pressing feather light kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, occasionally teasing with her teeth. Then you felt her arms once again move in front of you and it felt as if the whole world stopped as a cool piece of leather with a perfectly soft inner lining was fastened snugly around your neck. Another kiss was placed just above the leather around your neck before your hair was moved back in place.
“Open” she breathed as you felt her chin once again rest on the top of your head to watch your reaction in the mirror.
Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of yourself, perfectly kneeled in between your wife’s thighs as she gazed at you through the mirror, her eyes such a darker shade of green than normal and filled with lust. Your eyes moved from hers to the beautiful leather collar wrapped around your throat, the shade of green matching perfectly to the lace set Wanda had picked out earlier and finished with a shiny gold ring, you could feel the matching buckle pressed perfectly into the back of your neck, the image making your mind go blank.
“Pretty obedient pets get pretty collars” she purred into your ear, tracing her nails down your back. By this point you were struggling to even hold yourself up, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you softly shook under her gaze.
Making sure you were somewhat steady Wanda stood and quickly circled to be in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger under your chin to an almost uncomfortable angle and making the collar dig deliciously into the bruise on the side of your neck.
“You ready for some real fun my pet?” She growled possessively, eyes darkening impossibly further at the whine you finally let escape and the “yes mommy” that fell from your lips.
Hooking her finger into the gold ring of your collar she pulled you up into a bruising kiss making you yelp, “I’ll let that one slide” she muttered breathlessly after pulling away from you slightly.
“Bed now.”
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