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kingconia · 8 months

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TWISTED WONDERLAND'S HOUSEWARDENS WITH A READER, WHO IS INSPIRED BY THE PROTAGONIST FROM THEIR STORIES

A/N: I didn't add Kalim or Jamil, because I feel their storyline is too much Aladdin & Jafar inspired already to do anything else with them.

Riddle Rosehearts. ❤️

— That was definitely a dislike from the first sight. He predicted you to be his future reason of headache as soon as the mirror sent you to the Heartslabyul;

— Riddle sees you as an air-headed fool, who only asks too many unnecessary things, daring to question the wishes of the Red Queen, instead of serving to your dorm as a proper student would do;

— You, from the other side, struggle with understanding what makes Riddle hate you so much. You were nothing but kind towards him, always suggesting to eat some sweets together, and trying to ask him to take a break from his studies to hang out with you or others;

— When he overhears that your signature spell makes you others to tell you the truth, Riddle is... Intimidated. He is afraid that you will use is against him, and so, he starts ignoring you more often.

•

”Housewarden acts like an asshole towards you, though.”

Riddle doesn't even need to think twice to recognise a loud voice of Ace Trappola, another troublemaker in his form. He knows that he should just give him a punishment and leave for a lesson, but instead, he hides in the nearest bush, waiting to hear the rest of the conversation.

”Oh, Ace. You are being rude,” you mutter softly, sighing at your classmate. ”Perhaps, a housewarden doesn't like me, but this feeling is not necessarily mutual.”

Riddle raises his brows in surprise. Why, though? He is aware that his attitude is nothing but awful when it comes to you. He doesn't have a proper reason for that, either.

”You should, really,” Ace rolls his eyes. ”Dude has a problem with you liking white. And what else? Being nice?”

That isn't true. He is fine with you liking white—though, he admittedly got frustrated when you asked him on your first day why painting roses red, if they are prettier when they are white—and being nice. He just considers you too naive for this world.

”I think, you are... Misjudging him.”

That is right, Riddle mutters mentally. Tell him, Y/n.

”I think, the reason why housewarden is so... Let's say, annoyed by me, it is because I am everything he grew up hating and being restricted with. And it is harder, when something you should never be interested in, is nice and interesting. I think, housewarden is just confused.”

He feels his cheeks blushing furiously.

What did you say—

”And I think you are just being delusional,” Ace chuckles, patting your shoulder softly. ”Now, please, let's get out of here. I want to find Deuce.”

Riddle listens to the sound of your rushing steps, but he can't care less about it now. All he can do, is to recite your words, again and again.

Does he really think you as a nice and interesting?

Yes.

Does it make him hate you even more?

No, but he wishes it could work this way.

Until now, though, he merely returns to his studies. Maybe, you can be honest with yourself and everyone, but this kind of thing is not for him at all.

Leona Kingscholar. 💛

— Leona didn't notice you at first. Honestly, never planned too, until you started to cling to him in some idiotic attempts to be... What? Friends?;

— You remind him so much of Cheka, but he actually likes his nephew deep inside. And your presence is absolutely insufferable;

— You are too childish and annoying, and all you do is sway your tail as you try to befriend him, while pretending that you actually like him. Leona knows you have ulterior motives. Stop lying to him!

— He finds it stupid how someone so moronic as you managed to pull out such an interesting signature spell. Manipulating dreams of others? How cruel.

•

”Stop doing that,” Leona hisses, digging in your wrist as you try to touch his hair. ”I am seriously going to kill you, if you keep doing this. Do you hear that?!

A few weeks ago—approximately since you figured out your magic—Leona started saw dreams. Very colourful ones, cheerful even. And each, with the same meaning: he becomes the king, and his family and people adores him.

He hates it.

And he hates you for doing that.

Because, of course, he doesn't need your fucking pity. Your condescension. Your gifts. He doesn't need to be mocked!

”Ah? Leona-sama, what is it?” You blink, confused.

”What is your problem, huh?” He hastily jumps on his legs, towering on you. ”Don't you have anything to do? Go and mind your business, brat!”

Your lostness shifts in sadness. You are not scared of him, you are never are—another proof that you don't take him seriously—but you dare to look at him like that. As a kicked puppy.

”What did I do?”

”Stop sending me these stupid dreams! I don't need your pity, do you hear me?!” He yells, still gripping your wrist tightly. ”Go and dream of your family or something, instead, would you?”

”I... I am sorry,” you mumble, and your eyes dart on the floor.

Leona closes his mouth, when realisation dawns on him. You don't have a family to dream about; you are an orphan. Yours, the previous crown family, were killed by his great predecessors.

He doesn't know why he feels bad, when you picked the fight first.

”I will never bother you again, Leona-sama. I apologise.“ You repeat, and your voice suddenly sounds numb.

That is not the sight of you he, or anyone else, was used to. Not a single emotion on your face. You just snatch your wrist from his hold, before leaving him alone as he asked to.

”You are such a jerk,” Ruggie whistles from behind, appearing almost from nowhere.

”Shut up.”

”You know that they can't send any control dreams, right?” He continues, hands on his hips.

”What?” Leona unwillingly turns head on his vice.

”Dunno, but they only can adjust if it is going to be nightmare or a good dream,” Ruggie yawns. ”They are just a first-year, so... It is your brain that decides where is where for now.”

Fuck.

Leona hisses furiously.

He is so fucked up.

Azul Ashengrotto. 🩵

— Oh, so this is love? He notices you in the crowd of other students, as you flinch from loud voices from dynamics, clearly knowing very little of this world, and he is amused. Someone is clearly more social awkward than he is;

— Azul thinks you don't like him that much, though, because you only wave at him, and when he once tried to speak, you merely nodded and smile all the time without answering him properly;

— It is until twins tell him that you don't have a voice. You were brought to this world completely mute, because of the family curse, and though you hear everything, your only way to communicate with others is writing. Or a sign language;

— But if anything gods blessed you is your magic. Everything you touch turns to gold, and that is actually the main reason why you were kept isolated over years. Azul is over heels for you now...

•

”I am glad that you took time to accept my invitation, Y/n.”

Azul locks his hands together, looking at you with unhidden excitement. He is always too nervous in your company—luckily, you can't read a room—but today is a special day.

You smile at him, instead of answering.

”The reason why I asked you to came here, it is because I have a deal for you,” he continues carefully, weighing his every word. ”Do you see that?”

He points with his finger at the middle of the table. There is very beautiful necklace with pearls and a little seashell, looking quite normal and mundane. You nod again.

”That is something that could break your curse,” he explains, enjoying the way your eyes widen in the poor shock. ”Yes, yes, you heard me right. With that, you could speak easily.”

Azul can't help but soften as you tear up instantly. There is a whole minute, when he fights an urge to give it to you for free, but... He built his reputation too long to break it so easily.

”But, of course, I will need something from you in return.”

You tilt your head in question.

”I...”

I need you to love me.

”...I need you to use your power for my business when it will be required.”

And with that, Azul quickly shoves another contract to you. You blink a few times, but there is no back thoughts in your head. Quickly, as if afraid that he will change his mind, you took the pen, and leave your signature on all places, where it was needed.

Ah... Angelwish, why are you so naive! It kills him! What if he tried to use you? You didn't even read a contract! You really should be glad that Azul loves you so much.

Before he realises that, you are already putting a necklace on yourself.

One second, two. Three.

You are staring at him.

”Well?” He asks, anxiously.

”A... Azul?”

His heart drops.

Your voice is amazing. And hearing you saying his name is even better than he expected. He blushes.

”Azul... Thank you?”

”S-sure.”

Seems, like it is his turn to be speechless...

Vil Schoenheit. 💜

— He originally had nothing against you... Until other students didn't start to call you the most beautiful person in the world, following you everywhere obsessively, and suggesting you to become the next housewarden;

— Vil now officially hates you. Each time you come to him ends up with short anger impulses that he hardly hides from you, and he wishes you could just disappear;

— He is quite... Cruel with you. He wants you to change your dorm, actually, so he desperately pushes you to the edge by giving you impossible tasks to fullfil, and turning others against you;

— And he thinks your signature spell, speaking and controlling animals is another proof that you should leave Pomefiore for Savanaclaw.

•

“I don't think you are stupid, un petit entraîneur.”

Vil narrows his eyes, leaning slightly forward from his balcony. The sight of his vice speaking with you—hunter's interest in you was his another concern—annoys him instantly.

”What do you mean, Rook?” There is a big cat in your lap, clearly another of your minions.

”You know that our dear housewarden wants you out of here,” he murmurs, moving closer to you. ”A fair exchange with Savanaclaw, I would say. He doesn't like you here.”

You sigh.

”I figured it out, trust me. He made it very clear by always putting me in dangerous situations and giving me outdated products for skin, making me look like a fool in front of others.”

You don't mention how he makes you clean dark and messy rooms of other students.

”Yet, you are not willing to give up?” Rook touches the strand of your hair curiously.

”You know, I actually liked him a lot,” you admit suddenly, patting the cat behind its ear. ”Vil was the world for me. I was so amazed by him. By how collected he was, how hard he worked. I was excited to become his student... I wished to show him what he is worthy of. That others see his hard work.”

Vil's breath hitches. He remembers you mentioning that you were his fan, but he punished you for this remark; he didn't need to be so violently degraded. But... Was it a truth, then?

”...It is in the past now. I witnessed his true colours, and I will not tolerate it,” your smile twists in something more vicious, a ghostly fondness leaving your pretty face. ”He doesn't need to be scared of me being better anymore. Because I am going to be so much worse.”

He shudders as he hears that, your voice cold, and eyes gleaming dangerously. And as if Rook addresses him, he sighs suddenly, with the strange excitement in his voice:

”Oh, mon doux karma. What had you done?”

Idia Shroud. 💙

— From the minute you open your mouth in his presence , Idia knows he will hate you desperately... It is not serious, though;

— You are unbelievably loud, and too cheerful, and too proud, and you are so self-centred? Also, a fucking bimbo. Idia has no idea why everyone so into you, and what you are even doing in Ignihyde! Go away!

— You annoy him so much, and he actually hates the way you try to befriend him and make him more normie! Stop be like that! You are not welcome!

— Idia is absolutely not impressed that your signature spell is an instant tactics creation. Fuck you, by the way.

•

“You do know, that doors exist, right?” Idia hisses, not even stopping his game to spare you some attention.

”I do!” You say, climbing through the window with a loud thud.

”Then, why don't you use them, idiot?!”

Idia has no the slightest idea why anyone, let alone you of all people—he means, since you genuinely think that it is healthy to spend all your time outside of the room—would want to become his friend. But here you are. Trying to befriend him for a month already.

”Because you never open the door, Idia-sama,” you shrug easily.

”Take a hint, maybe.”

You close the window behind yourself, taking place behind his chair. Putting elbows on it, you hum thoughtfully, glancing from Idia to the screen of the computer, where the game flashes on. Another few minutes, and familiar yelps fill the room:

”Shit!”

Game over.

”Idia-sama,” you frown, ”maybe, I can help you?”

Idia snickers, rubbing his tired eyes. As if.

”Have you ever played this game, even?”

”No,” you murmur shyly, scratching the back of your neck. ”But I am good at tactics. And it is combat game, correct?”

Idia ponders for a while. That is surprising, because... You are actually absolutely correct. For once.

”Sit down, first year,” Idia exclaims, suddenly excited. ”I am going to teach you how to play this game.”

You smile widely, doing as it was told.

Finally, you cracked the code! And they said you weren't for this dorm...

Malleus Draconia. 💚

— Of course, he missed you as the new student at first, since he forgot to arrive at the orientation day. But it is not that long as he starts hearing others praising you, Lilia especially;

— You are quickly becoming the part of the school life as everyone loves you, and calling you ’the heart of the school’. And while Malleus wants to befriend you, too... He also can't help but feel envious of how easy it is for you. The socialization;

— You are quick to fall asleep everywhere, much like Silver. And since Malleus can't find courage to speak to you, he wanders around, when you are asleep at the strangest places, instead;

— When the first overblot incident happens, your signature spell kicks in. To everyone's horror, it is absolutely terrifying. Your magic is about thorns. Thorns, that wrap around Riddle's weakened body, when he touches you. He almost dies. And the same thing happens with Ace, who accidentally brushes your skin. Now... Everyone shun you away.

•

”Hello, Malleus-sama,” you mutter, eyes sleepy as you look around. ”I apologise.”

Malleus doesn't quite mind you falling asleep in the class, where his gargoyle's researches are going currently. He is the only member, anyway. But he nods.

”I had never seen you here before,” he notices in a poor attempt of the small talk.

You shrug.

”There is no other students here. And it is better for me not to show up around them.”

What a familiar thinking process... Somehow, he finds it easier: to approach you know, when you are not everyone's favourite anymore.

”I see. You can stay, then. I am not welcomed by them either, so no one is going to enter this classroom.”

You offer him a smile. It is short, strained at the edges, but still sweet. Malleus thinks he understands how you so easily charmed others in the last months; you are much like sunshine, when you are happy. It is a shame you are not, anymore.

”You know, Malleus-sama, I always wanted to become your friend,” you admit suddenly, making him open his eyes in surprise. ”And, I think, you wanted to be mine friend, too.”

You? Why would someone like you want to have him as your friend?

”And why would you think that?”

You fold arms on your chest slowly.

”You are always here, when I am sleeping,” Malleus feels blush touching the tips of his pointy ears. You elaborate. ”I am not sure people realise, but I sleep too much not only because I am lazy, but also because I feel surroundings better like this. I remember everything I hear in my sleep, and I do feel if someone is around.”

Ah. So, that is the secret of yours. And he wondered how you master in all your classes, when you sleep all the time...

”...I see,” Malleus mutters, ashamed. ”I apologise, then.”

He reminiscences of how often he whispered you some nonsense when you slept—childish complaints about how he hates you for being so easily loved by others, random poems that came to his mind as he sat down by your side, stories from his childhood—and feels like disappearing in the shame wouldn't be that bad.

”You know, Malleus-sama, you and I... We are not so different. We both do what we have to do to keep our loved ones to ourselves,” you sit down on the couch beside him slowly. ”But it leads only to one thing.”

Malleus gazes at you curiously as you suddenly curl on his lap, much like a cat. Your eyes met as he helps you to settle more comfortably.

”To destiny?” He asks aloud, tilting his head.

”To pain.”

There is a beat of silence in which your smile suddenly appears to be more bitter, less serene. Malleus doesn't know what happened with you in details, and how awfully these changes in your reputation affected on you, but he can say that it was hard.

”Now, if you don't mind, and I believe, you don't, Malleus-sama, I would like to dream a little bit.” You warn him, already closing your eyes, not really waiting for the answer.

Still, Malleus nods. Though that is not something you can see.

”Sleep, then... Beastie,” he sighs, patting your hair gently.

You snicker, before your breath slows down, alarming that you completely drifted off.

Malleus stares at you openly now.

Ah, who would've thought? He had finally made a friend.

Part two with Leona & Vil is here.

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abbyonmars · 2 months

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SMUT! MDNI

fem!reader. pure porn with no plot. wc: 854

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no thoughts, just servicetop!ellie

her slender fingers would run up the sides of your body with slow, tender movements. she'd want to take her time with you, despite how much your body would involuntarily squirm and wriggle under each small graze; ellie would be absolutely enamoured by how worked up you'd get over her, and she'd only want to draw more out from your pretty and quivering lips.

"shh, shh, shh," she'd whisper, moving up to brush her lips real close to your ear. "i got you. jus' stay still for me, angel."

and while one hand would occupy itself by cupping the side of your flushed face, the other would continue to trail steadily between your tits, over your heaving chest and towards your soaking heat.

"what do you need me to do?" she'd ask. the corner of her lip would tug upward meanwhile, knowing you'd fail to come up with a coherent response. as predicted, delicate, tiny whimpers would spill continuously from your mouth and she'd tut gently at you, chuckling lowly into your ear. "words, my love. i need to hear you, c'mon."

"p-please," you'd whine, eyes skirting around in desperation. anything, you needed anything. "f-fuck. need you to touch me, els."

"hmm.. mmhm," she'd almost sound smug, the way she'd hum quietly into your ear. she'd know that the simplest thing like the rasp in her voice would get you going.

she'd fight the urge to tease you just a little longer — she'd kiss the spot beneath your ear, between your scrunching brows, and the two corners of your lips. she'd take pity on your glossed over eyes and scrunching face, and would finally edge her long fingers closer and closer to the throbbing ache of your cunt.

you'd feel her middle and ring slip seamlessly through your slit, the oozing slick from your pussy coating her digits. she'd hum again, eyeing the glistening wetness and the string of it connecting you with her fingers.

"such a pretty pussy," she'd coo. "'m gonna take real good care of you, ma. my gorgeous girl."

she'd slip a finger past your folds and you'd suck it in instantaneously, clenching your sopping hole around it. she'd feel a pulse hammering in your cunt with her finger, and she'd believe wholeheartedly that your insides were just so perfectly indented with the mould of her.

she'd smile at you as you'd choke out a moan, taking it as her signal to push faster. in and out, in and out, listening intently to the wet noises of squelching bouncing around the room.

"relax," she'd whisper, kissing a trail to your jaw. "you're doing so good f'me. you sound so beautiful."

once your head would tilt back into the softness of your pillow, her mouth would find your neck and she'd suck softly, eliciting the cutest groans and wobbly noises from your throat. and with her finger still pumping in and out of you she'd play with your clit, running over it with the pad of her thumb, circling and flicking quickly to please you further.

and as if you thought you couldn't reach a higher depth of bliss, her warm mouth would wrap around your erected left nipple, the strong muscle of her tongue swirling 'round and 'round its bud. your back would arch further into her chest but she'd gently push you back into the mattress with her forearm, humming once again into your breast.

the knot in your stomach would grow tighter and tighter, the familiar tingling sensation heightening with intensity from between your thighs. as if she could tell you were close, she'd add a second finger to stretch you out even wider for her.

"c'mon," she'd grunt, her lips dripping with spit at your tits. her free hand had come down to play with your nipple as she sucked the other, filling up her mouth with you.

"e-els," you'd croak, the muscles of your lower stomach tightening and loosening rapidly. "i'm g.. i'm gonna cum..!"

"s'okay, baby, you got it," she'd mumble against you, swapping over her mouth and hand to lick at your other breast. "let go f'me, cum on my fingers."

and with that, you'd come undone. your vision would flood with white, tingling euphoria overwhelming each one of your senses.

ellie would fuck you through your high, needing to hear the sighs and gasps of pleasure before she'd take herself out of you. she'd take her fingers into her mouth to taste you, moaning quietly from the coat of your warm cum against her tongue.

she'd kiss you softly after sex, treat you with utmost sensitivity as if you were a fragile doll. never letting you move a finger, she'd be sure to clean you up and leave planted kisses along the way.

"good job, dove." she'd tuck your head into the crook of her neck, running her fingers up and down the softness of your back under the duvet. "so, so perfect."

ellie would whisper sweet words into your ear, knowing you were overcome with exhaustion. she'd hold you close, keeping you safe as you fell asleep in her arms.

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i'm boutta cuhhh

my first smut piece...!

ellie lives rent free in my mind

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luveline · 7 months

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Badass!reader in the verge of crying but still pretending like she isn't? Spencer doesn't even try anything and he just lets her be until eventually she cries? Just some hurt/comfort :)

If it's a no please feel free to ignore this! Have a lovely day jade <3

tysm! hope this is okay angel ♡ fem!reader, 1k

"Irresponsible, sloppy, and pig-headed." Spencer winces. "I expected more from you. I'm extremely disappointed."

Spencer winces worse. You can take a scolding. You can take a beating. But disappointing the people you care about, and disappointing Hotch? His chest hurts for you.

He pretends to have been reading as the door to Hotch's office opens and you step out, glancing up as you take the stairs down into the bullpen. Your desk is adjacent his and Morgan's, crowded by case files you nearly send flying as you hurry into your chair.

Spencer takes his computer mouse and clicks on the work contact page. Your instant messaging is still open, the last message he sent you glaring and awkward, hey, think hotch is going to call you in for cincinnati. don't stress.

You'd opened it but not answered. He peeks around your monitors to analyse you. You're staring hard at a single spot. The longer he looks, the glassier your eyes become.

He sighs and cracks his knuckles, thinking. The last thing you want is for him to make a big deal of this, he knows that, but he needs you to know that he's here for you.

"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" he asks without raising his head.

You respond eventually, two seconds too slowly, "Where from?"

Your voice is fraught with the weight of your upset. Spencer ignores it for now. "Luh Bem?"

"If you want to."

"What I want is a cup of coffee." He stands, still without staring at you —an impressive feat of self control— and begins toward the office kitchenette. Predictably, you follow him. He's already putting a second mug beside his own when you step into his reach.

"So, did you want to go?" you ask.

Spencer nudges your hip with his gently. "Duh. What else would I wanna do on a Friday?" He makes your coffee exactly how you like it without asking and leaves it billowing steam by his own as he adds his five sugars.

Bringing his coffee to his lips and turns, he leans on the counter. You do as he does, murmuring a thank you as you pick up your mug. Spencer lets his arm rest on yours, ever so slightly taller, more as your back begins to slouch unconsciously. There's no point in asking you if you're okay, because you'll say that you are. There's no point in trying to comfort you, because, despite your affection for him, you're not someone who cries easily in front of others. It would have you pushing him away.

You're a nice girl under all your hardened exterior, and Hotch's disappointment hurts. You try very, very hard not to cry, swallowing and taking little sips of your hot coffee.

You press your coffee into his hand and turn your body toward the cabinets, away from the office. Spencer waits, and waits, his relief immeasurable as you finally hide your face in his shirt sleeve and sniffle. Even though his heart breaks for you, he's glad you're giving in. You need to let stuff out before it eats you alive.

He puts the coffees down behind him one at a time so as not to disturb you. Hands free, he lifts the hand furthest from you to your arm. If you were somewhere more private he'd hug you to him by the small of your waist. For now, he rubs a short line down to your elbow. Up, down.

"He was being harsh," Spencer says quietly.

"Sorry," you whisper.

He can't imagine how mortified you are. You won't sob or even shake, but these hot and fast tears aren't unfamiliar to him. Theyll be followed by an abundance of remorse.

"What are you sorry for?" He pulls you in closer, a squeeze of a hug. "You're okay. It's okay, he's just– he's mad about other stuff, he's upset about Beth. It's not just you."

"He's right, I messed up," you say, your breath hitching.

"You messed up," he agrees. "It was an accident. You'll be better next time."

You sniffle rough and lift your face, wiping your tears with a cruel hand. Spencer takes your wrist in his hand to stop you, turninh to cover you from any nosy eyes. His fingertips are as soft as his voice wiping the rest of your tears away as he laments, "Please don't cry, don't get upset." Your face is hot to the touch. "Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not crying," you say, a last teardrop streaking from the corner of your eye.

He wipes it away. "Okay."

You pout at him like you want to cry more, and Spencer wouldn't mind, he'd stand here wiping your tears for hours if you needed it, but that's your worst nightmare.

"Are people looking at me?"

"Nobody's looking," he answers honestly. "You're only making a scene for me."

You laugh but quickly cough. Spencer takes his opportunity to hug you and pats your back, considers kissing the side of your head but can't make himself commit to it.

"Do you still wanna get dinner?" you ask weakly.

"Yeah, I do. I really do. I'll get you whatever you want."

If it were Morgan offering, you'd step on his foot. For Spencer, your clear and evident favourite, you nod into his chest, your hand slinking low on his back.

He hugs you so hard he feels his ribs.

"Wanna sleepover and watch Golden Girls?" he asks, prepared for rejection. You're the type to lick your wounds alone.

But maybe in the privacy of Spencer's apartment you'll let yourself be upset properly, so he can comfort you appropriately. It aches how badly he wants to rub the tight space between your shoulders, tell you it's fine, you're fine, and one mistake doesn't define you, it never could.

It's evidence of your affection for him that you agree. "Could we get the dinner to go?" you ask.

Spencer tries not to look to triumphant. He's going to coddle and comfort you half to death, and by the looks of you, you're happy to let him. "Absolutely. Whatever you want."

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msbigredmachine · 3 months

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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: Smut

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Answer your fuckin phone.

She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.

Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.

I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.

So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.

"What the fuck, Joy!"

Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.

"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.

"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"

She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."

"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"

"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"

"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."

It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.

"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."

"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"

A long, tense moment crawls by.

"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.

"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.

"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."

She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.

"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.

"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.

Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.

Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.

She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.

But he's pissing her off right now.

"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.

"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."

The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."

"No. You just want pussy."

"That too," he snickers.

Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.

"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.

"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.

"I might be," she gasps.

"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."

Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."

"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.

"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.

"Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."

The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.

"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.

"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.

"Make it five."

"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.

His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.

"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.

Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.

Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.

"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.

"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."

Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.

"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."

"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.

He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.

"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.

"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.

"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."

Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.

Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.

Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.

"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.

"Yes," he responds breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.

"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.

"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"

She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."

Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.

A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.

"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.

Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.

Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.

Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.

"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.

The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."

She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...

"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.

"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.

Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.

Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."

"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.

"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.

"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.

"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.

"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.

"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.

"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.

Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."

Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.

"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."

"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."

His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.

"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."

Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.

"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.

Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...

"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.

"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.

"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.

"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.

Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.

"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."

"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"

"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."

"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.

"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...

"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.

Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.

Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘

"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.

"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.

"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.

I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.

"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.

Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"

"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"

Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."

"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."

She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.

THE END

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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Boys reacting to their s/o smacking their ass

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Price

Whoever let his wife on base the day they were breaking in new recruit was so fucking dead. He bets it was Simon. Yeah, his wife always brought a home cooked meal for the team. Yeah, he always got smooches and got to feel her up at work. But he never expected this behavior from his sweet little wife when she knew how new recruit days were.

He bets it was Soap and Gaz, daring her to do it. They loved trying to get her in trouble, which is why he never allowed his kids to be watched by them. Lord knows how much trouble the two would encourage.

He heard it before he felt it. It echoed in the open field. Probably heard for miles.

She let out a squeak as he slowly turned to look at her, recruits had stopped the exercises they were doing and she bolted from the stand they were on watching.

“It wasn’t supposed to be that loud!” She squeaked, “Gaz and Soap told me to do it! They said you’d find it funny! That if I did it they wouldn’t beg me for baked goods ever again!”

As she jogged ahead to keep the distance between them as his long strides were closing the distance with ease.

“Simon has the kids, I should really go check on him! Your sons can be quite the handful! I think I hear him calling for me now, I should really go!” She squeaked out more, her jog quickly turning to a run as she took off through the base.

He quickly snatched her up.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson about listening to Kyle and Johnny.” John grumbled.

Soap

Stupid fucking booty shorts. Soap had found her stupid booty short in his laundry. He was now prancing around the shared apartment in them. They were so small on him she was surprised he could fit in them and knew he was in no way comfortable, he was however, a great actor. They were so short the bottoms of his spandex underwear were longer by like 2 inches.

“Johnny, take them off.”

“No,” he retorted proudly, “they were in my laundry so they’re mine now.”

That was the line she used to steal his undershirts so they could be used as nightgowns.

She grumbled, “fine,” before getting an idea.

He was making pancakes in the kitchen, breakfast for dinner Saturdays, as they both had started. His apron was even longer than the short, jeez. He continued shaking ass to whatever song was in his headphones as he hummed along to it.

“Target locked,” she mumbled to herself. Sneaking in.

The smack echoed. His ass was pulled so tight in them it basically slipped out to jiggle from the hit. He folded backwards in dramatics.

“I’m hit! I’m hit!” He cried as if he was radioing to his team. “Taking the enemy down with me, sir!”

She was laughing too hard to pay attention as his hand connected with her ass. The sweatpants muffled it but she fell to the ground too.

Ghost

She always pinched his ass. Especially if he was fresh from the gym. The first time had surprised him but after that he was pretty good at predicting it and catching her hand.

However, a full on smack at a pub celebrating with the boys? Oh that was new.

She was drunk, so he had expected something dumb from her. He was bound to do something dumb too. But he was going to wait until they got home and not when he was bent over the bar slightly to talk to the bartender over the loud music.

He thought he heard a record scratch as her hand connected with his butt. He turned around, throwing his card at Johnny. Letting him know to buy himself a drink and pay for their tab before pulling her out as she giggled.

He’d handle this at home.

But for now he planted a light pat pat on her butt and her eyes went wide.

“Haha sorry Simon, I’ve sobered up now! You can put me down!”

Konig

She had been hugging him from behind after his most recent return from a mission. He was stirring the soup she had started for herself, not expecting him to be home for another week or so.

“Meine Taube, can you go put my mask up.” He handed her his mask off his face, leaning down to give a peck on the lips, “I will give you the kiss you deserve when you return.”

She had pittered off down the hall a bit when she got an idea. Perhaps revenge for how he had surprised her when he got home.

She was listening to music loudly, swaying her hips and humming when he got home. It was dark out so she hadn’t noticed the car being his as it drove past, and she hadn’t noticed the sound of the front door unlocking either.

All she knew was a hand connected with her ass while another covered her mouth to muffle her scream, while she had been cooking. She was so scared it was an intruder.

So she began to seek out revenge. She slid on the hood and did her best quiet walk before getting behind Konig who thought she was back from putting up his mask.

SMACK.

It echoed down the hall as she bolted. His heavy steps followed with an all too large smirk on his face.

He found her hiding behind a giant laundry basket and pulled her out from behind it by her ankle. She clutched the mask to her chest with wide eyes, forgetting the size of her husband.

“There was this crazy noise, I think it was a gunshot! I had to duck for cover, I thought they had come for you!” She rambled as she pulled her down the hall by her ankle, her back to the floor and her shirt riding up. “I was so worried but that was a crazy noise! I wonder where it came from!”

“Uh-huh.”

Keegan

This man is 8 kinds of caked up. His girlfriend knows it and so does he. Its not like Gaz’s relationship where only the girlfriend does the ass smacking, in Keegan’s it goes both ways.

“Hey, lovey, can you reach the cinnamon for me?”

Little did this poor man know, this was a set up. The cinnamon never ends up that high up. So when he reached, a crack echoed through the apartment.

She fell over laughing so hard at the noise it made. She curled up laughing on the floor. She almost couldn’t breath as Keegan went over to the fridge and added a tally to her side of the mini white board.

“Damn, you’re three ahead of me this month! I'm impressed. You’re getting sneakier,” he said as she gasped she was laughing so hard. “Did you even need the cinnamon?”

She shook her head and he sighed.

“Ah hell. I gotta catch up now.”

It wasn’t until after dinner when he did, sneaking one in as she was washing plates. She almost dropped the one she had been scrubbing.

Gaz

Gaz wasn't one for grabbing or smacking people's behinds, but his girlfriend was a different story—she seemed to have made a sport out of it. Every time he bent over or even when he least expected it, she was there to strike.

Soap seemed to encourage this behavior.

It was a rare sight to see Simon giggle, but this was the only time it happened.

Even Price couldn't help but stifle a laugh every time Gaz looked shocked at his girlfriend's antics.

What Gaz never mentioned was that he didn't really mind it and had never asked her to stop. There was one time when she didn't do it, and he turned around looking genuinely concerned, asking if that was how she was breaking up with him. Feeling guilty, she had to continue the act because Gaz was in on it, though the others didn't know. They enjoyed making Simon laugh so much he had to bite his mask to muffle it.

When they were drunk, she and Soap even played a game to see if Gaz could figure out who did it. Sometimes, Gaz would turn around to see his girlfriend across the bar, completely confused.

The whole situation was a hilarious secret between them, with Gaz never letting on that he was actually into it. Gaz saw no reason to let the cat out of the bag. The amused glances and hidden smirks between him and his girlfriend were their little inside joke.

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Spouse/Partner predictions from your 7th House

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The 7th House and its ruler, known as the 7th Lord (the planet governing the sign in the 7th house), play a pivotal role in unveiling insights into the nature of your spouse or partner. This house holds paramount significance in understanding your love relationships, shedding light on the dynamics and compatibility with your significant other.

Mars: When Mars finds its place in the 7th House of your natal chart or influences a sign ruled by Mars—namely, Aries or Scorpio—the characteristics of your partner come into focus. Expect a companion who tends to be short-tempered, making impulsive decisions. Ego issues may surface, and a heightened sense of self-esteem could be evident. The partner may easily get provoked, displaying an aggressive nature and a penchant for spicy foods.

If the sign ruled by Mars is prominent in your 7th House, it's crucial to examine Mars's placement in your chart for additional insights into your partner's qualities. For instance, if the 7th House is Scorpio and Mars resides in the 3rd House, anticipate a partner with excellent communication skills, marked by a sharp and direct style. While the short temper persists due to Scorpio's influence, the emotional nature allows for quick calmness. Additionally, interests in profound sciences and opportunities for sudden gains might characterize their pursuits.

Understanding the nuances of Mars's influence on the 7th House provides a nuanced perspective on your partner's temperament, communication style, and potential areas of interest, contributing to a comprehensive overview of your romantic dynamics.

Venus: Now, shifting our focus to Venus, the 7th House's influence by the planet of love and harmony unveils distinct qualities in your spouse or partner. If Venus graces your 7th House or rules the sign within it—Libra or Taurus—you can anticipate a partner with a refined taste, a love for beauty, and a charming demeanor. This placement often signifies a harmonious and aesthetically pleasing relationship. Your partner may excel in the arts, have a fondness for luxurious experiences, and radiate a captivating allure. Their approach to love and relationships is likely to be gentle, diplomatic, and marked by a desire for balance and fairness.

However, the specific placement of Venus in your chart adds layers to these attributes. For instance, if your 7th House is Libra, and Venus resides in the 10th House, your partner may embody qualities of charm and sophistication in their professional endeavors. Alternatively, if your 7th House is Taurus and Venus graces the 5th House, your partner may express their creativity and love for pleasure in playful and entertaining ways.

Understanding Venus's influence on the 7th House not only provides insights into your partner's romantic inclinations but also sheds light on the elements that contribute to a harmonious and visually appealing connection.

Saturn: Now, let's delve into the influence of Saturn on the 7th House. When Saturn governs this pivotal house or resides in a sign it rules—Capricorn or Aquarius—the characteristics of your spouse or partner take on a more disciplined and serious tone. Expect a partner who values responsibility, commitment, and stability in relationships. They may exhibit a mature and composed demeanor, approaching partnerships with a pragmatic mindset.

Saturn's influence can also indicate a considerable age gap between you and your partner, or it may suggest that your partner possesses qualities associated with wisdom and experience. In a positive light, this placement signifies a steadfast and enduring commitment. However, challenges may arise, calling for patience and a long-term perspective in navigating the intricacies of your relationship.

Examining Saturn's placement in your chart adds depth to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Capricorn and Saturn resides in the 4th House, your partner may prioritize a stable home life and family. Conversely, if your 7th House is Aquarius and Saturn graces the 11th House, your partner may bring a sense of responsibility and structure to your social circles and shared goals.

Understanding Saturn's influence on the 7th House provides a profound understanding of the qualities that contribute to a durable and enduring partnership.

Mercury: Turning our attention to Mercury's influence on the 7th House, this planetary alignment provides insights into the communicative and intellectual aspects of your partner. If Mercury graces your 7th House or rules the sign within it—Gemini or Virgo—expect a partner who values intellectual connection, effective communication, and analytical thinking in relationships. Your significant other may possess a sharp wit, enjoy engaging conversations, and excel in problem-solving.

The specific placement of Mercury in your chart refines these traits. For example, if your 7th House is Gemini, and Mercury resides in the 9th House, your partner may express their intellectual pursuits through travel, higher education, or philosophical discussions. Conversely, if your 7th House is Virgo and Mercury graces the 2nd House, your partner may bring a practical and detail-oriented approach to financial matters within the relationship.

Understanding Mercury's influence on the 7th House adds layers to your comprehension of the mental dynamics within your partnership, emphasizing the importance of effective communication and shared intellectual pursuits.

Moon: Now, let's explore the impact of the Moon on the 7th House. When the Moon governs this house or resides in a Moon-ruled sign—Cancer—the emotional landscape of your partner comes into focus. Expect a partner who is deeply attuned to their emotions, values familial connections, and seeks emotional security in relationships. The Moon's influence may manifest as nurturing qualities, intuition, and a desire for a close-knit and supportive bond.

Examining the specific placement of the Moon in your chart refines these insights. If your 7th House is Cancer, and the Moon resides in the 8th House, your partner may bring emotional depth and intensity to shared resources and intimate connections. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by the Moon and it graces the 5th House, your partner may express their nurturing qualities through creativity and interactions with children.

Understanding the Moon's influence on the 7th House provides a nuanced understanding of the emotional undercurrents within your relationship, emphasizing the importance of empathy and connection on a profound emotional level.

In unraveling the cosmic tapestry of your 7th House and its planetary influences, you gain a richer understanding of the multifaceted nature of your spouse or partner. Each planetary alignment contributes unique qualities, shaping the dynamics of your relationship in intricate and profound ways.

Jupiter: Moving forward, let's delve into the impact of Jupiter on the 7th House. When Jupiter governs this house or resides in a Jupiter-ruled sign—Sagittarius or Pisces—the qualities of your spouse or partner take on expansive and optimistic hues. Expect a partner with a generous and jovial spirit, a love for exploration, and a broad-minded approach to relationships. Jupiter's influence may manifest as a quest for knowledge, a love for adventure, and a philosophical outlook on life.

Examining the specific placement of Jupiter in your chart adds depth to these insights. For instance, if your 7th House is Sagittarius, and Jupiter resides in the 6th House, your partner may express their expansive qualities through service and a commitment to well-being. Conversely, if your 7th House is Pisces and Jupiter graces the 3rd House, your partner may infuse your relationship with imaginative and communicative elements.

Understanding Jupiter's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of growth, shared beliefs, and a positive outlook in fostering a thriving and expansive partnership.

Sun: Now, let's explore the influence of the Sun on the 7th House. When the Sun governs this house or resides in a Sun-ruled sign—Leo—the qualities of your partner take on a radiant and confident demeanor. Expect a partner who exudes warmth, creativity, and a strong sense of individuality. The Sun's influence may manifest as a desire for recognition, leadership qualities, and a magnetic presence.

Examining the specific placement of the Sun in your chart refines these insights. If your 7th House is Leo, and the Sun resides in the 9th House, your partner may express their radiant qualities through travel, higher education, or a philosophical approach to life. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by the Sun and it graces the 4th House, your partner may bring a strong sense of identity and creativity to matters related to home and family.

Understanding the Sun's influence on the 7th House highlights the significance of mutual respect, individual expression, and shared creative endeavors in building a vibrant and fulfilling partnership.

In deciphering the cosmic symphony of your 7th House and its planetary influences, you gain a comprehensive understanding of the diverse qualities that shape your spouse or partner. Each planetary alignment contributes to the unique tapestry of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster love, connection, and mutual growth.

Neptune: Turning our focus to Neptune's influence on the 7th House, this ethereal planet brings a dreamy and compassionate quality to your partner. When Neptune governs this house or resides in a Neptune-ruled sign—Pisces—anticipate a partner with a deep sense of empathy, artistic inclinations, and a spiritually attuned nature. Neptune's influence may manifest as a romantic idealism, a desire for soulful connections, and an openness to the mystical aspects of life.

Examining the specific placement of Neptune in your chart adds nuances to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Pisces, and Neptune resides in the 5th House, your partner may express their artistic and romantic tendencies through creative pursuits and interactions with children. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Neptune and it graces the 10th House, your partner may infuse your relationship with a dreamy and inspirational approach to career and public life.

Understanding Neptune's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of spiritual connection, creative expression, and a shared appreciation for the mystical dimensions of love.

Uranus: Now, let's explore the impact of Uranus on the 7th House. When Uranus governs this house or resides in a Uranus-ruled sign—Aquarius—your partner is likely to bring unconventional and innovative qualities to the relationship. Expect a partner who values independence, intellectual stimulation, and a progressive outlook on partnerships. Uranus's influence may manifest as a desire for uniqueness, a penchant for experimentation, and a forward-thinking approach to love.

Examining the specific placement of Uranus in your chart adds depth to these insights. For instance, if your 7th House is Aquarius, and Uranus resides in the 8th House, your partner may express their unconventional tendencies through shared resources and intimate connections. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Uranus and it graces the 3rd House, your partner may bring a communicative and innovative approach to everyday interactions.

Understanding Uranus's influence on the 7th House highlights the importance of embracing change, fostering individuality, and cultivating a relationship that thrives on intellectual stimulation and innovative ideas.

In navigating the celestial influences on your 7th House, you gain a profound understanding of the unique qualities that contribute to the rich tapestry of your relationship. Each planetary alignment adds a layer of complexity, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that make your partnership distinct, exciting, and conducive to mutual growth and exploration.

Pluto: Now, let's explore the profound influence of Pluto on the 7th House. When Pluto governs this house or resides in a Pluto-ruled sign—Scorpio—your partner is likely to bring transformative and intense qualities to the relationship. Expect a partner who values depth, passion, and a willingness to undergo significant personal growth. Pluto's influence may manifest as a desire for profound connections, a fascination with the mysteries of life, and an unwavering commitment to emotional authenticity.

Examining the specific placement of Pluto in your chart adds layers to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Scorpio, and Pluto resides in the 2nd House, your partner may express their transformative tendencies through shared resources and a deep exploration of values. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Pluto and it graces the 9th House, your partner may bring an intense and transformative energy to matters related to travel, higher education, or philosophical pursuits.

Understanding Pluto's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of embracing transformation, navigating the depths of emotional connection, and fostering a relationship that allows for profound personal evolution.

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North Node (Rahu): Turning our attention to the North Node, also known as Rahu, its influence on the 7th House brings karmic and evolutionary aspects to your partnership. When the North Node governs this house or resides in a North Node-ruled sign—Capricorn—it suggests that your relationship is destined for growth, learning, and spiritual evolution. Expect a partner who plays a significant role in your karmic journey, guiding you toward your higher purpose.

Examining the specific placement of the North Node in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Capricorn, and the North Node resides in the 4th House, your partner may contribute to your karmic evolution through matters related to home, family, and emotional security. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by the North Node and it graces the 11th House, your partner may play a crucial role in your karmic lessons related to social connections and shared goals.

Understanding the North Node's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of embracing the lessons and growth opportunities that your relationship brings, fostering a connection that aligns with your spiritual and evolutionary path.

In deciphering the cosmic intricacies of your 7th House and its planetary influences, you gain a profound understanding of the transformative, karmic, and evolutionary dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate dance of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the higher purpose, growth potential, and spiritual alignment that characterize your shared journey.

Chiron: Now, let's explore the influence of Chiron on the 7th House. When Chiron governs this house or resides in a Chiron-ruled sign—Virgo—your partner is likely to bring healing and growth-oriented qualities to the relationship. Expect a partner who values self-improvement, fosters a nurturing environment, and facilitates emotional healing. Chiron's influence may manifest as a desire for mutual growth, a commitment to addressing wounds, and a supportive approach to each other's vulnerabilities.

Examining the specific placement of Chiron in your chart adds depth to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Virgo, and Chiron resides in the 5th House, your partner may contribute to healing through creative expressions, children, or matters related to joy and play. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Chiron and it graces the 10th House, your partner may play a significant role in your healing journey related to career and public life.

Understanding Chiron's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of mutual support, compassion, and a commitment to addressing emotional wounds in fostering a relationship that promotes growth and healing.

Ceres: Turning our attention to Ceres, the asteroid associated with nurturing and sustenance, its influence on the 7th House brings themes of caregiving and emotional nourishment to your partnership. When Ceres governs this house or resides in a sign it rules—Taurus or Cancer—anticipate a partner who values nurturing, stability, and emotional support in the relationship. Ceres's influence may manifest as a desire for shared domestic harmony, a commitment to providing emotional nourishment, and a focus on creating a secure and comforting environment.

Examining the specific placement of Ceres in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Taurus, and Ceres resides in the 11th House, your partner may express their nurturing qualities through social connections, shared goals, and group activities. Alternatively, if your 7th House is Cancer and Ceres graces the 3rd House, your partner may bring a nurturing approach to communication, short trips, and everyday interactions.

Understanding Ceres's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of creating a relationship that provides emotional sustenance, domestic harmony, and a sense of security for both partners.

In unraveling the celestial threads of your 7th House and its asteroidal influences, you gain a profound understanding of the nurturing, healing, and growth-oriented dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate fabric of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster emotional well-being, mutual support, and the creation of a harmonious and nurturing space for love to flourish.

Juno: Now, let's explore the influence of Juno on the 7th House. As the asteroid associated with committed partnerships and marital bonds, Juno's presence in this house or ruling a sign—Libra—indicates themes of loyalty, equality, and shared commitment in your relationship. Expect a partner who values a deep and committed connection, seeks balance in partnership dynamics, and is dedicated to the idea of a lasting union. Juno's influence may manifest as a desire for mutual respect, a commitment to shared responsibilities, and an emphasis on the equality of each partner's contributions.

Examining the specific placement of Juno in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Libra, and Juno resides in the 9th House, your partner may express their commitment through shared beliefs, higher education, or travel. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Juno and it graces the 5th House, your partner may bring a sense of commitment and loyalty to matters related to creativity, children, and joy.

Understanding Juno's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of shared commitment, equal partnership, and mutual dedication in building a relationship that stands the test of time.

Vesta: Turning our attention to Vesta, the asteroid associated with devotion and focus, its influence on the 7th House adds a layer of dedication and concentration to your partnership. When Vesta governs this house or resides in a Vesta-ruled sign—Virgo—anticipate a partner who values dedication, service, and a focused approach to shared goals. Vesta's influence may manifest as a desire for mutual devotion, a commitment to duty, and an emphasis on the disciplined pursuit of shared objectives.

Examining the specific placement of Vesta in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Virgo, and Vesta resides in the 3rd House, your partner may express their dedication through communication, short trips, or interactions with siblings. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Vesta and it graces the 8th House, your partner may bring a focused approach to matters related to shared resources, intimacy, and transformation.

Understanding Vesta's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of mutual dedication, shared focus, and a disciplined approach to achieving common goals in fostering a relationship that thrives on shared purpose and commitment.

In deciphering the celestial nuances of your 7th House and its asteroidal influences, you gain a profound understanding of the dedicated, committed, and purpose-driven dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force weaves into the intricate fabric of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster loyalty, mutual devotion, and the shared pursuit of meaningful objectives.

Eris: Now, let's explore the influence of Eris on the 7th House. As the dwarf planet associated with discord and disruption, Eris's presence in this house or ruling a sign—Aries—introduces elements of challenge and transformation to your partnership. Expect a partner who may bring a certain level of chaos or upheaval, pushing both of you to confront and overcome obstacles together. Eris's influence may manifest as a catalyst for growth, a challenge to traditional norms, and an invitation to navigate difficulties with resilience.

Examining the specific placement of Eris in your chart adds nuances to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Aries, and Eris resides in the 6th House, your partner may bring challenges related to work, health, or daily routines. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Eris and it graces the 12th House, your partner may introduce transformative elements to matters related to solitude, spirituality, and hidden aspects of your relationship.

Understanding Eris's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of facing challenges together, embracing transformation, and navigating disruptions with adaptability to foster a relationship that thrives in the face of adversity.

Haumea: Turning our attention to Haumea, the dwarf planet associated with fertility and creation, its influence on the 7th House adds a layer of creativity and generative energy to your partnership. When Haumea governs this house or resides in a Haumea-ruled sign—Libra or Taurus—it suggests a relationship with the potential for creative collaboration, fertility, and the birthing of new ideas or endeavors. Haumea's influence may manifest as a desire for mutual creativity, a commitment to nurturing growth, and an emphasis on the generative aspects of your shared journey.

Examining the specific placement of Haumea in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Libra, and Haumea resides in the 11th House, your partner may express their creative and generative energy through social connections, shared goals, and group activities. Alternatively, if your 7th House is Taurus and Haumea graces the 2nd House, your partner may bring a focus on creativity and fertility to matters related to finances, values, and personal resources.

Understanding Haumea's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of mutual creativity, nurturing growth, and embracing the generative aspects of your relationship for a partnership that flourishes and evolves.

In unraveling the celestial nuances of your 7th House and its dwarf planetary influences, you gain a profound understanding of the transformative, creative, and generative dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate dance of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster growth, resilience, and the co-creation of a meaningful and evolving connection.

Varuna: Now, let's explore the influence of Varuna on the 7th House. As a significant celestial body associated with cosmic order and divine law, Varuna's presence in this house or ruling a sign—Capricorn—suggests a partnership anchored in principles of fairness, responsibility, and ethical conduct. Expect a partner who values integrity, upholds moral standards, and emphasizes the importance of a harmonious and just union. Varuna's influence may manifest as a commitment to ethical behavior, a desire for fairness, and a focus on building a relationship that aligns with higher cosmic principles.

Examining the specific placement of Varuna in your chart adds depth to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Capricorn, and Varuna resides in the 4th House, your partner may express their commitment to ethical conduct through matters related to home, family, and emotional security. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Varuna and it graces the 10th House, your partner may bring a sense of responsibility and integrity to matters related to career and public life.

Understanding Varuna's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of aligning your partnership with principles of cosmic order, fairness, and ethical conduct for a relationship that stands as a beacon of moral strength and harmonious coexistence.

Makemake: Turning our attention to Makemake, the dwarf planet associated with creation and fertility, its influence on the 7th House adds another layer of creative energy and generativity to your partnership. When Makemake governs this house or resides in a Makemake-ruled sign—Taurus or Libra—it suggests a relationship with the potential for creative collaboration, growth, and the continuous generation of new and fruitful experiences. Makemake's influence may manifest as a desire for mutual creativity, a commitment to ongoing growth, and a focus on the generative aspects of your shared journey.

Examining the specific placement of Makemake in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Taurus, and Makemake resides in the 11th House, your partner may express their creative and generative energy through social connections, shared goals, and group activities. Alternatively, if your 7th House is Libra and Makemake graces the 2nd House, your partner may bring a focus on creativity and fertility to matters related to finances, values, and personal resources.

Understanding Makemake's influence on the 7th House underscores the importance of mutual creativity, nurturing ongoing growth, and embracing the generative aspects of your relationship for a partnership that remains vibrant, innovative, and continuously evolving.

In decoding the celestial nuances of your 7th House and its dwarf planetary influences, you gain a profound understanding of the principles of cosmic order, ethical conduct, and the creative, generative dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate dance of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster fairness, continuous growth, and the co-creation of a meaningful and evolving connection.

Quaoar: Now, let's explore the influence of Quaoar on the 7th House. As a trans-Neptunian object associated with creation, harmony, and the interconnectedness of all things, Quaoar's presence in this house or ruling a sign—Libra—suggests a partnership grounded in the principles of balance, cooperation, and the recognition of the interdependence between you and your partner. Expect a partner who values harmony, seeks cooperative solutions, and emphasizes the importance of maintaining equilibrium in your shared journey. Quaoar's influence may manifest as a commitment to balance, a desire for cooperative endeavors, and a focus on building a relationship that reflects the interconnected web of existence.

Examining the specific placement of Quaoar in your chart adds depth to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Libra, and Quaoar resides in the 11th House, your partner may express their commitment to harmony through social connections, shared goals, and collaborative efforts. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Quaoar and it graces the 5th House, your partner may bring a sense of creativity and balance to matters related to self-expression, joy, and children.

Understanding Quaoar's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of cultivating a relationship that honors balance, cooperation, and the interconnected nature of your shared existence for a partnership that flourishes in harmony.

Ixion: Turning our attention to Ixion, a centaur planet associated with rebellion and the breaking of societal norms, its influence on the 7th House introduces an element of uniqueness, non-conformity, and the potential for transformative rebellion in your partnership. When Ixion governs this house or resides in a sign it rules—Sagittarius—anticipate a partner who values individuality, challenges conventions, and encourages you to embrace your authentic selves. Ixion's influence may manifest as a commitment to personal freedom, a desire for non-traditional approaches, and a focus on building a relationship that stands apart from societal expectations.

Examining the specific placement of Ixion in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Sagittarius, and Ixion resides in the 9th House, your partner may express their rebellious tendencies through travel, higher education, or philosophical pursuits. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Ixion and it graces the 3rd House, your partner may bring a non-conformist approach to communication, short trips, and everyday interactions.

Understanding Ixion's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of embracing uniqueness, celebrating individuality, and fostering a relationship that thrives on authenticity and the courage to break free from societal expectations.

In decoding the celestial intricacies of your 7th House and its centaur planet influences, you gain a profound understanding of the principles of balance, cooperation, uniqueness, and the transformative rebellious dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate dance of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster harmony, individuality, and the co-creation of a meaningful and authentic connection.

Chaos: Now, let's explore the influence of Chaos on the 7th House. As a centaur planet associated with unpredictability and the chaotic nature of existence, Chaos's presence in this house or ruling a sign—Aquarius—suggests a partnership that embraces change, innovation, and the unexpected twists and turns of life. Expect a partner who values the beauty in chaos, encourages adaptability, and emphasizes the importance of navigating the unpredictable together. Chaos's influence may manifest as a commitment to embracing change, a desire for unconventional experiences, and a focus on building a relationship that thrives amidst the unpredictability of life's journey.

Examining the specific placement of Chaos in your chart adds depth to these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Aquarius, and Chaos resides in the 8th House, your partner may bring a sense of unpredictability to matters related to shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Chaos and it graces the 12th House, your partner may introduce chaos to matters related to solitude, spirituality, and hidden aspects of your relationship.

Understanding Chaos's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of embracing the beauty in unpredictability, fostering adaptability, and navigating the chaotic aspects of life's journey together for a relationship that evolves and flourishes in the midst of change.

Sedna: Turning our attention to Sedna, a distant celestial body associated with deep transformation and the mysteries of the sea, its influence on the 7th House introduces an element of profound change, depth, and the potential for a soulful connection in your partnership. When Sedna governs this house or resides in a sign it rules—Pisces—anticipate a partner who values emotional depth, encourages spiritual exploration, and emphasizes the importance of connecting at a soul level. Sedna's influence may manifest as a commitment to profound transformation, a desire for deep emotional connections, and a focus on building a relationship that transcends the surface and delves into the mysteries of the heart.

Examining the specific placement of Sedna in your chart refines these insights. For example, if your 7th House is Pisces, and Sedna resides in the 5th House, your partner may express their transformative tendencies through creative expressions, children, or matters related to joy and play. Alternatively, if your 7th House is ruled by Sedna and it graces the 10th House, your partner may bring a deep and transformative energy to matters related to career and public life.

Understanding Sedna's influence on the 7th House emphasizes the importance of embracing profound transformation, fostering deep emotional connections, and navigating the mysterious depths of the heart for a relationship that transcends the ordinary and reaches the soulful core.

In unraveling the celestial intricacies of your 7th House and its centaur planet influences, you gain a profound understanding of the beauty in chaos, the depth of transformation, and the soulful dimensions that shape your partnership. Each celestial force contributes to the intricate dance of your relationship, offering valuable insights into the dynamics that foster adaptability, soulful connections, and the co-creation of a meaningful and evolving connection.

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bigkpopstan · 2 years

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I am currently thinking about pegging hee again. I wanna bend him over a surface and rail him while I grip his hips/ass 😔

#I absolutely love the idea of consensual groping #anywho I don’t think I got enough sleep cause I still feel like I haven’t slept #I was gonna say something else but I don’t remember what 🥲#I had something specific I wanted to add I’m so #edit to add: didn’t remember my originally statement but I will add #out of all of hyung line after getting pegged the first time #the member that would crave it the most/most often would be hee #I can (predictably) imagine him sitting himself on your lap #with the ‘I need to be fucked’ ‘please I need to be be filled so bad’

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I know it wasn't the main focus of your Angry Dilf series

But please can we have a one-shot where Izuku and the reader finally have a daughter (I'm a sucker for a daddy-daughter fic).

The doctors thought I was a boy right up until I was born!

It was quite a happy surprise because secretly I think my dad wanted a girl all along 😅 (fyi im an only child)

Idk it could be a cute idea but it's up to you if you want to

Ohhhh... That's cute! I'd think they'd totally have a daughter as their finally child. Last one to wrap up the batch.

The Girl

Dilf Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Warning: Parenthood, pregnancy, babies, boy mom Y/N, brief birth scene there.

Now THIS baby, this baby was vasectomy baby. You called them vasectomy baby because by NO MEANS did you think you'd have them. You and your husband had dusted your hands and called it an end to the Midoriya plantation.

However, you just had to have that last dip in the risky pool and there you found yourself standing in the bathroom, in smack disbelief at the two lined pregnancy stick in your hand. Five boys and now no doubt another on the way.

You weren't sure how your husband was going to react considering you had both talked about it and decided that you would be done. So that's how you ended up waiting for him to get home to break the news. You did it with all the boys that just so happened to be present when you had broken the news.

"Izuku."

Your large husband turned to look at you as he paused whatever he was reading on his phone to look at you. The sides of his green head of hair were starting to go grey, giving him a devilishly attractive look that you couldn't help but adore. "Yah?" He asked so calm and unsuspecting of your bombshell of news.

You didn't say anything more as you placed down the pregnancy stick before him. His eyes followed you before landing on the stick. His eyes widened comedically before turning to you. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. Before turning to look back at the stick. He put down his phone before turning to look at you fully.

He pointed to the stick with a large finger. "Is this..."

"Yep."

"And you're..."

"Yes."

"Huh." He let out nonchalantly as he took a moment to digest the news.

Walking into the room was your oldest, Toshinori. The green haired fifteen year old boy walked in, dressed in his UA first year uniform. He took an apple from the fruit bowl before his eyes caught on the stick. The apple dropped from his hand as he looked to you with the same round green eyes that his father had. "No!" You persed your lips and nodded your head. Toshinori's jaw dropped before pointing to you and looking to his father. "Is this..."

Midoriya nodded with an amused chuckle. "Boy number 6." Your husband titled.

You gave him a pointed look, putting your hands on your hips. "Izuku!"

"What?" He chuckled putting his hands up. "Honey..." He let out a sigh as he moved to carefully pull you into his arms. "I'm grateful for everything you give me. This is just a surprise, nothing more and nothing less." He told you honestly, moving to hold your hand and bring your hand up so that he could kiss your knuckles. You couldn't help but melt in his arms, always being so swayed by him.

"YASS!" Toshinori cheered, taking the both of you by surprise. "We can form a volleyball team!" He raced out of the kitchen heading upstairs. "ASAHI! GUESS WHAT DAD DID TO MOM AGAIN!"

Your husband's jaw dropped as you let out a loud laugh.

Having had so many boys, the both of you had kind of just assumed it would be a boy just like the other five. It was predictable at this rate. Even your friends had accepted it as a new boy to add to the Midoriya army.

You didn't mind. You were a boy mom. It was kind of what you did and after the second boy, you understood completely how they worked, all being little copies of their father and all running off of chaos, affection, and obssession over something whether it be quirks, heroes, a sport, there was something they would cling to and hold till their grave.

So as your stomach grew and the baby inside you was also seemingly a boy from the ultrasounds, there was nothing to suggest otherwise. Considering you had had your youngest Kota just a little under two years prior, Midoriya had easily redone the nursary and everything was ready for Midoriya sprout Number 6.

However, leaving you both surprised was when you gave birth.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Midoriya. It's a girl." The doctor had said as they started cleaning up your little crying baby, bringing her over to you.

You and your standing by husband had both froze. You looked up to Midoriya as he had once again, his eyes widened so wide you were sure he had never looked so shocked. "It's a what!?" He asked.

At this point the labour and delivery nurses were all giggling, having had seen this all before and seeing you often too. You couldn't even get a word in as your girl was placed on your chest.

She was crying, her eyes squeezed shut as she had lungs big enough to wake up the dead. She had a healthy head of green curls like all your boys.

A girl.

A little baby girl.

You quickly shushed her as you brought a hand to her back, holding her gently. "Aww sweetheart, it's okay." You felt tears in your eyes as you smiled, a burst of happiness that made everything else in the room fade away other than your little girl.

It took a minute or two before your husband could finally hold her. She was smaller than her brothers were, sitting in his large hands weighing so light he feared he would drop her, despite having held a newborn plenty of times before.

You saw it.

You could see the moment that your husband switched over from a boy dad to a girl dad.

His eyes softened as he shushed her sweetly. Her little knitted hat sat on her head as she was put against his chest, wrapped up sweetly like a gift from the heavens. Your husband was a crier. It was what he did, but you had never seen him sob so hard since Toshinori's birth. And here he was. A grown man, crying as much tears as the baby.

Once you three had your time together, you soon allowed in the boys followed by your mother-in-law.

"MOM!" Your boys streamed in fast and quickly as if they had been seperated from you for months. They headed towards you quickly as your husband stayed by your side, the biggest smile on his face as he looked down at you and your daughter proudly.

You chuckled as you turned to the boys. "Shhh! Sprouts, you've gotta keep quite. Your sister is sleeping." You told them as you looked down at the little girl, so exhausted from spending the last few hours inducing you into labour to get here.

The boys jaws dropped as they looked to their sister. Instantly you were surrounded on all sides, all of them peering down to look at their little sister. So small and tiny.

You looked to your eldest. Toshinori had a wobbly smile on his face, and then you saw the tears. He quickly wiped his eyes, trying to stop them from falling on the baby. He leaned down and kissed your head. "Are you okay mom?"

You smiled at your boy. He always thought about you, no matter what. You nodded as you put a hand to his shoulder. "I am, thank you baby."

When you turned to your mother in law, Inko was bawling her eyes out as she hugged her son. "A girl!?" She asked softly.

It only made your husband laugh as he nodded, so much taller than her now. He nodded. "Yes, Okaasan. A girl."

Inko shuffled over to you, tired of her son for a second as she kissed your forehead before looking down at the little girl. She awed at the sweet little girl. "How precious." She whispered. "You did such a good job, Y/N. What are you guys gonna call her?"

You looked to your husband, honestly having not entertained the idea of girl names in over a decade. Your husband however seemed like he had been waiting for this question all his life. He put a hand on his mother's shoulder and said a single name.

"Inko."

-Glitch1d

[Needless to say, that girl is never getting a boyfriend and she's gonna be more protected than the president.]

[Izuku Masterlist]

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00ops1e · 6 months

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despite being your ever-loving and caring partner, König was a man, and just like any other, he has needs… that’s what got you into this position. and a compromising one at that,

wc: 750

NSFW 18+, cw: i don’t think there are any??? (please lmk if i missed anything i will gladly add it)

You lay there, face up on the edge of your shared bed. König stood before you, a king gazing upon his kingdom. Your legs fell to the sides, ankles nearly spread to the width of the bed. The mess you two had created- a sticky mess of saliva and that sweet pussy he loved so much- was on full display for the towering man to admire.

Realizing this, you feel a special heat rising in your cheeks and traveling down to your aching core. Almost instinctively your knees begin to close, a desperate attempt to cover up. Your efforts are thwarted by the strong, calloused hands of your lover, the one who brought this on in the first place.

“There’s no hiding from me Schatz,” König gently spreads your legs, lowering his head to kiss your inner thigh. you shudder, he had already ate you out like a starved man. your body still twitching and clit still throbbing from the aftershocks of your first (and definitely not last) orgasm of the night.

Just feeling his hot breath on your skin drives you wild, his lips are far more comparable to electricity. His touch is rough, strong, calculated, but at the same time no man has ever shown such love and care toward you. Its funny how the biggest guy is the most gentle.

But tonight it seems as though hes letting loose a bit. Usually, you are treated as though the slightest tap could shatter you; as if you were made of glass. But every so often he would get rough, he’d treat you like a slut, a fucktoy. After being together so long, you were able to predict these moods like the weather. It could be arguments or work, but sometimes he just gets extra horny

Of course the way Kon is so gentle and cautious with you was one of the reasons you liked him so much, but with a man like him, primal instincts begin to surface. He makes you feel like a cat in heat, constantly aching with desire. Those features haunted you all throughout your time apart, daydreaming about being ragdolled instead of filing the overdue paperwork. He’s so hot it gets you into trouble.

A sudden and harsh squeeze of your thigh brings you back to the reality in front of you, a soft whimper escapes your lips as he marks territory. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you hastily. His hands travel up your torso, stopping briefly to caress your waist “so perfect, mien liebe,” he trails off, kissing his way up.

At this point the cargo pants around his waist are a physical restraint, hips swaying ever so subtly. He catches your gaze, and smirks.

“Tell me what you want darling,” he says, it sounds as if hes teasing you. He knows damn well what you crave. You aren’t going to make this easy. after all, it is more fun this way.

“Hmmmm, im not sure,” You paw at his bulge, feeling it twitch under the touch. The best part of you two’s dynamic is that he is just as needy and horny and sensitive as you. His eyes narrow, and there’s the shift. You are in for it now.

“Since youre so damn indescive, my turn.” König chuckles as he works on the button and zipper of his pants. Just seeing the outline of that cock is enough to have your pussy throb. In a swift motion, he reveals himself and smacks your throbbing clit. The impact sends waves of pain and pleasure up your spine, you gasp sharply.

Another slap rings throughout the room, followed by a shrill moan. Kon rests himself on your core, carefully spitting on the both of you. He uses the tip to tease your sensitive clit before sliding back and forth on it, teasing you. He can perfectly picture exactly how deep into your guts he reaches, and jesus christ is it hot. with every movement, the heat between your legs grew.

“is this what you wanted?” he teases with a low chuckle, still sliding the fat tip of his cock through your wet folds.

you buck your hips up into him, yearning for just a little more. the way he gripped your hips, the extra wet from his precome and saliva, it was enough to drive you wild.

“p-please könig, i need it… need you-“ you beg, squirming in his hands.

“that’s it schatz, beg for it, be a good girl for me,”

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since june. i forgot about it till now. jesus christ. also my first nsfw post???? crazy. beth is loosing it. (yk it’s bad when we start talking in third person oml)

#konigcod #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #könig cod #könig #könig smut #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #könig x reader #cod fanfiction #cod mwii #cod smut

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HALF LIFE TUMBLR SIMULATOR:

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This is your daily reminder that we do in fact see your internet history. Please refrain from looking things up such as "breen leaked feet pics". Thank you.

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To add on: please stop looking up "Metrocop x Reader", thank you.

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whoever keeps stealing my rations from the breakroom owes me AT LEAST six days worth at this point.

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Its happening to you too, 2901? I thought it was just me...

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This is a reminder that we work hard for our rations and it's kinda fucked up to steal people's hard work... idk if its just me but why is it normalized to make fun of Civil Protection?? We're just doing out job.

@combinefeedback can you fix this??

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Double agent of the week has been announced! Special thanks to @ bcalhoun for his hard work. He has reportedly stolen weeks worth of rations from the City 17, District 6 breakroom, thoroughly demotivating the metrocops :).

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Looking for a roleplay partner! I'd be roleplaying my BlackMesa!OC, Jamie. I'm okay roleplaying with BlackMesa!Ocs or Gordon Freeman. Breen roleplayers please do not interact!

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What's wrong with breen?? /gen

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What do you mean what's wrong with breen?? U literally support... ☹️☹️ blocked and reported.

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Gordon Freeman fanart drawn by @gfreemanlefttoe!

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Wow! 😍 Most Accurate Drawing I've Seen Yet! Amazing Work, gfreemanlefttoe!

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As someone who knew Gordon before all this... kinda wild ngl.

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My dad literally worked with Gordon I can't imagine how he feels knowing gfreemanlefttoe is a real username.

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Kinda weird ngl...

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suiana · 16 days

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Yellooo!! May I request a M! Yandere that is very VERY Intelligent/Smart that is also a sarcastic, narcissistic, arrogant person?

It's fine if you don't do this bruhh, it's just that it's very hard to find things like this

Also don't forget to eat regularly and drink water everyday!!

-AnonSemSam

technically yandere genius is this description so I'll just make more content for him

(yandere! genius x gn! reader) (u and yandere genius r besties in this and u like to be an annoying little shit :3)

"Professor can I do my exam next week instead? I'm kinda busy tomorrow."

"You-"

"Please doctor? I'm gonna be hanging out with my bestie tomorrow."

You pout, batting your lashes at him as you lean against his desk. Watching as he clenches his fists, you can't help but snicker at his annoyed reaction. Just as you were about to hear disgusted noises leave his mouth, some random student comes up to the both of you.

You watch as the student gingerly holds a rose stem, cheeks flushed as she walks up to you, likely about to confess her heartfelt feelings.

"Y/n... I really like you-"

"I'll pass."

You reject immediately, not even giving her a chance to confess before you go back to smirking smugly at the professor who looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.

Then, you feel his anger suddenly shoot through the roof as the girl who was about to confess to you suddenly turn to the professor, declaring her love for him as well.

"Doctor, I have really liked you for a long time as well and I-"

"Who do you think you are to confess to me? You're not even half of my level, don't even think of getting with me. And didn't you just confess to this... idiot? What am I? Some second-rate option? Don't think me as some trash. I'll actually kill you."

You watch as he brutally insults the female student, the paper he was holding crumpling into nothing more than a ball as he hurls insults at his student before shooing her away. You can't help but pout slightly at his words, realizing he had also insulted you along with her.

"Doctor you're so mean! You called me an idiot too-"

"Y/n, shut the fuck up. You are an idiot, why are you even asking me to reschedule your exam?"

He hisses, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. But before you can even respond, he adds onto his previous sentence as though he had already predicted what you were going to say.

"You're not even a student here."

"So?"

You hear the professor scream into his hands as you giggle and walk away. Haha, he's such a funny person to be friends with!

#suiana's sinners #anonsemsam #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere genius #yandere genius x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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cherrychilli · 7 months

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18+

AFAB reader, soft dom Steve, cockwarming, clit play, multiple orgasms

A/N: He's a menace.

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"Steve, this isn't fair", you whine, a pitiful sound that only widens the smirk pulling at his lips.

"Why's that honey?", he asks all too pleased and irritatingly knowing, tone dripping thick with condescension.

"Y-you said I could have your cock"

"and?"

"That you'd make me cum", you add, tone shying into a whisper.

"But I didn't say that I'd fuck you, did I?", he tutted as if it were the most obvious thing ever, pinching your waist to pry another whine out of you.

Steve Harrington was a fucking menace when he wanted to be and today, he proved it beyond any doubt.

It was near impossible to predict when he'd fall into a mood like this - equal parts sticky sweet chafing against cruel. You thought yourself safe when you'd cuddled up next to him on the couch after work, too wrapped up in his scent and warmth to realize the spider's web you'd just nestled yourself into.

You were very nearly lulled to sleep like that, cheek resting on his chest, the pleasant rise and fall accompanied by the sound of his heartbeat making your eyelids feel heavy.

But his hands kept you awake when they began to meander with some subtle grazing at first, seeking out the soft skin that peeked from underneath your skirt before those touches began to linger.

A quick squeeze here, a gentle nudge there and your thighs came apart just for him, making room for his fingers to rub at your clothed clit. It's a slow, leisurely drag with which he runs his fingertips over the bump, the kind of deliberate teasing that made you tilt your hips forward and chase his fingers for more.

And he was just as good at edging you with his words too - promising you release after release as your cotton underwear turned damp under his touch, his lips pressed against your heated skin with whispers of how badly he wanted to unravel you.

Most times he got you there just as promised. Falling into a rhythm that made your spine tingle and curve with his cock plunging into the wet heat between your legs until he overwhelmed you with a string of orgasms.

But at times like this you feel you ought to have known better.

You should have surveyed that glint in his eye when he pulled your sticky panties aside because it flashed different than the rest. And you should have tried to read between the lines when he said he needed to feel you around his cock, his tone no longer matching the sugary promises he kissed into your neck.

Maybe then you might have realized what you were in for.

But it's too late now. Your clothes lay discarded in a heap on the floor while Steve's left half dressed, pants undone, shirt unbuttoned and his chest hair tickling you from how it grazes against your bare back, now sheened with a light sweat.

There's no way to unstick yourself from the web.

There's barely enough room inside your head to think as it is. He's got you so full - trapped in his lap with his cock worked inside of you up to the base.

"Stevie, you promised you'd be nice", you try to counter but it comes out too weak and tremulous for your liking, made so by the way he's stretched you to your limit.

The way he's basking in your predicament is obvious, grin wide and breath fanning over your shoulder with a dark chuckle. His left hand slips away from where he'd been swiping his thumb lazily over your nipple, making a path down over your ribs and belly to tap his fingers gently on your mound when he reaches it.

"I did. And I'm going to treat you so good, darling", he coos, all smug and sacharine.

You don't doubt it when he places the pads of his fingers on your clit again, rubbing the needy bundle so tenderly that you're almost willing to forgive him.

"Oh...", your lips part with a contented sigh when sparks begin to crackle beneath your skin.

It's always different when there isn't a layer of cloth or lace in the way - so much warmer and more sensitive to his touch this way. Your walls pulse from the stimulation, wrapping tighter around the throbbing length he's inched inside of you carefully.

"Fuck, she must have missed me. Your pussy's hugging me so fucking tight", he chuckles again, this time noticeably less smooth than the first when he lets a soft groan slip through at the end of it. "Gonna play with this pretty little clit and feel you clench around me"

The need to lift your hips and drive his cock against every spot inside you that cries out for his attention is nearing unbearable but you're barred from doing so by the hand he's clamped over on your hip. Thankfully the other helps make up for withholding that much needed motion from you as he toys with your sensitive bud, making you stir and squirm in his lap.

"You're getting close already aren't you? I can feel how much you're enjoying this", he laughs, fingers circling your clit faster.

"Look at that sweetheart, she's crying for it"

Having him draw attention to it out only made you burn that much more fiercely. You've soaked him in the messiest way, creamy slick dripping down to his balls just from having you stuffed and played with. - not even fucked, as he so snidely pointed out earlier.

"Shit - I'm gonna cum - please Steve, can I?", breath hitching as you sought his permission.

You knew he liked it when you begged like this, the thought of him pulling his fingers away to teach you a lesson making your eyes burn with the beginnings of tears.

"That's my good girl. Go on, show me how good I'm making this sweet pussy feel"

Muscle memory kicks in quicker than conscious thought when you wrap a hand around the wrist he's wedged between your quivering thighs, hips quaking when the tension pooling in your abdomen winds tight and snaps.

His name lifts off your tongue like a prayer, cried out over and over as your cunt squeezes his cock tight in a flurry of rippling spasms. Your thighs grow tacky with your pouring emissions, the man inside you groaning heavy and deeply from the way your hot, silky walls pull and pulse around him.

The afterglow is a hazy, dreamy fog of bliss - like waking up to sunlight spilling on cold, bare feet slipping out from under rumpled sheets on a Sunday morning. He's kind enough to give you some time to recuperate, lips busy, telling you how good you did for him but as the fog clears, tendrils of disappointment creep in silently when you realize he hasn't cum yet.

Tipping your chin down to eye the sticky wetness evident between your legs, you recognize the mess as all your own, that satisfying crescendo of having him fill you up and empty himself inside you still out of your reach.

"Are you going to fuck me now?", you ask once you've gathered your breath, hope welling inside your throat.

"Not tonight, angel", he answers almost sympathetically but you know there's no real sadness there when his fingers glide over your swollen clit once more.

"Gonna make you milk me like this - gotta see how long you can take it"

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

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bettyfrommars · 3 months

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I teamed up with @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing to bring you some Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone.

Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like! Please mention us so that we can enjoy your creations and tag the fic "strangerprompts".

18+ONLY MDNI

He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

You mistake him for the man who is supposed to be your blind date, and he decides to go along with it.

You register for a supernatural dating app

You get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. Come to find out, he's from another decade.

A stranger leaves a letter in your mailbox. It says, "we don't know each other, but I need someone in this world to know..."

You move into a new apartment and soon discover that you share a wall with a very noisy neighbor. Loud laughter, talking, and music are a constant companion. When you decide to go over and knock on their door to confront them in person, you find that the apartment is unoccupied and has been for months.

You find a box buried in the backyard of the place you just moved into and there is something unexpected inside.

You step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.

You both decide to get a tarot reading on a whim, but then the predictions start coming true.

You put an ad in the paper saying you need a date to an event, and he answers it.

You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he's from another dimension.

You find an old diary from the 80's at a thrift shop and take it home with you. You start reading it and a face appears in your dreams.

You're switching stations on your radio when you pick up the signal of someone on a Walkie Talkie. They say they're in trouble and give their location.

You both unknowingly book the same haunted Airbnb and find out you're stuck together for the night.

It's rush hour and you're stuck in standstill traffic. He is in the vehicle next to you and motions for you to roll your window down.

#strangerprompts #prompts #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #strange prompts #Stranger Things #Stranger Things prompts

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Hiiii o/

I was thinking about Miguel and reader having to go to a different universe to do something because of an anomaly and they are faced with spider man or better spider woman of that universe who is none other than Reader!

And of course they start to get along and Miguel has to stand there wondering what god he pissed off to deal with two of you kkkkkkk

But what is the situation if Reader 2 (tense moment) says "Oh, you also have a Miguel? It's so nice to know that my husband and I are together in another universe too! working together 😍😍" Just completely oblivious to the fact that Miguel and reader are not married 🫣 🫣 (or maybe even together yet 👀 ""But the two have feelings for each other and have that sexual tension, BUT NOBODY DOES ANYTHING" hehehe).

could you write something please please please.

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if you want you could also add this idea to your main story whatever you feel good about. Rsrsrsrs 😁😁

Cute! Love it, sorry the request took so long to fulfill, but enjoy 😘

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, wholesome vibes, awkward beans being awkward beans

It was another day at HQ, another day being one of the many versions of Spider-Woman, or so you thought. You had been assigned a mission, your partner none other than the Spider-Society leader himself. This wasn't what was out of the ordinary, in fact you had gotten used to being paired with Miguel. And you certainly didn't mind. It wasn't something you'd ever admit, but when the Spider-Man had approached you with the offer of joining an elite group of Spider people a couple of years ago, his looks weren't exactly a hindrance to his proposal.

Course you'd never try making a move on the man. Not only would it be highly unprofessional, but who knows how'd he respond. Miguel wasn't exactly the easiest to predict, he was known to fly off the handle on occasion. You having seen many a poor, inanimate object tossed across the room during one of his tantrums. While you didn't expect a reaction like that, the sour expression you'd seen him give many a spider wasn't something you'd like being on the receiving end of. And that was more likely than a trashcan coming at your head.

Speaking of, you finally spot the man himself. He's on the move, as expected, seeming to be stuck between talking to Lyla on his gizmo and chewing out some of the newer spider recruits. The good news is he's walking in your direction, meaning you don't have to pathetically attempt to catch up to his long strides.

"Hey Miguel," you say before he gets the chance to pass you, the sound of your voice giving him pause as he glances your way.

"Oh, there you are," he says in his usual monotone, coming to a stop beside you as he finishes with his gizmo, as well as giving direction to the new spider recruits on their assignments. When it's finally just the two of you, he lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the skin between his brows and massaging the muscle.

"I thought you said you weren't going to recruit anymore spiders," you comment, a bit of tease in your tone. "That there were too many to keep track of."

"There is," he said, almost woefully, "but with infinite universes, there's infinite problems." Miguel finally turns to look at you, something in his hardened expression relaxing when you make eye contact. It's the kind of moment that has the potential to make you weak in the knees, but gets quickly cut short as he clears his throat and turns away. "Come on, we've got a lot to do today."

"A lot being...?"

"I want to do a patrol in your universe, you just finished with canon event: Venom versus Spiderman, want to make sure that symbiote didn't leave anything behind," he starts, "then Earth-199999, that ones still recovering from the incident with Dr. Strange...There's also been reports of anomalies on Earths 31913, 44145 and 616."

"Wow, that is a lot," you say, wincing at the thought of the headache this day could bring.

Your comment makes Miguel scoff, the corner of his mouth turning upward as he looks back at you, "Don't worry, arañita. The two of us have a good track record, in terms of working together. You'll be back on your couch in time to watch that God awful show of yours."

"Hey! Just because it's a cartoon, doesn't mean it's awful! You'd like it if you just gave it a chance."

Miguel rolls his eyes, a puff of air passing his lips in a 'psh' sound. "Now that, I highly doubt."

A day spent patrolling and capturing anomalies was the definition of draining. The trip to your home turf was a good start to the day. Uneventful as the symbiote had been thoroughly dealt with, you were even able to convince Miguel to grab something to eat since the two of you skipped breakfast. Sitting on top of your apartment complex, overlooking New York, all while munching on some greasy burgers and fries was a surprisingly nice change of pace. Miguel even seemed to relax, that was until an alarm sounded on his gizmo.

It turned out that the reports about an anomaly on Earth-44145 were true. A universe where Norman Osborn was Spiderman had sightings of the Green Goblin flying about, wreaking havoc on the streets of New York. A couple scrapes and cuts, some bruised ribs and a few minutes dealing with two Normans in one room, the anomaly was subdued and the two of you were able to get back on track.

Earth-199999 was surprisingly very different from the universes you usually visited. Similar to your own, but with many more superheroes. After checking in on the Peter of this universe, as well as Dr. Strange, Miguel made a comment about they weren't even a dent into the cast of characters this universe had spat out. When you pried, Miguel let out a reluctant huff, mumbling something about showing you some other day.

Earth-31913 was Webslinger's territory and he was a big help in taking out a Sandman variant. The anomaly being in a universe based in the Old West was a terrible combination, the villain nearly taking out half the town. You could've sworn Miguel had a heart attack when you took the risk of toppling the old water tower to weaken the enemy, Miguel having to claw his way through a mound of wet sand to retrieve you. He looked almost ready to rip you apart himself, but when he found you relatively unharmed he calmed down.

Stepping into the final universe of the day, you let out a heavy sigh, "I don't think I can do this ever again," you huffed, "five universes in one day, three of them with different anomalies, I know we're superheroes and all, but I don't feel super right now."

Miguel didn't respond right away, tapping away on his gizmo for the hundredth time that day, "Then don't be so reckless. You're putting your body through the ringer without needing to."

"Don't tell me you're still mad about when I stole the Goblin's glider."

"You didn't steal the glider, your suit caught on one of the blades and you flew seven blocks, flailing and screaming."

"I did not flail. I-"

"Hold on," Miguel held up a finger, making your teeth grind together in annoyance. He was quiet for a moment, focused on the device on his wrist before looking into the distance. "Anomaly detected. Washington Street."

With that he was off, you needing to take a deep breath to gather your bearings before following after. You took inventory of your surroundings as the two of you swung through the air, looking for the differences that made this universe unique to itself. Surprisingly, it seemed like many of the other New York cities you had seen before, modern day with cars honking in the streets and civilians bustling to and from their destinations.

The two of you landed atop one of the tall buildings, Miguel scanning the area to pinpoint the anomaly in question. You did the same, in your own way, using your eyes over technology to overlook Washington Street, heightened senses working to your benefit.

Spotting a small building just down the road, your eyes lit up in delight, "What about over there?" you asked, pointing to the business in question.

Miguel looked up, walking to stand beside you. Once he realized what you were pointing at, he frowned in disapproval, "An ice cream parlor? How old are you again?"

"Har, har," you laugh sarcastically, rolling your eyes and activating the gizmo on your wrist. "C'mon, I've never seen another universe that had a Let's Be Dairy, besides the one in my universe," you started to explain, tapping away on the device, "plus, if I got sent to another universe against my will, I'd want something sweet to make me feel better."

Before he could respond, your gizmo pinged, picking up on a signal coming from the anomaly's presence. Ignoring your shit eating grin, Miguel led the way to the ice cream shop, overthinking how the two of you were going to get in while you simply landed by the front door and opened it, his plans flying out the window, much to his dismay.

It had grown late in this universe, the shop only having one or two customers still inside. While you were admiring just how similar it was to the one in your universe, Miguel brushed by, muttering something about going to search for the anomaly and leaving you to your own devices. While ordering your usual, a familiar chill went up your spine. The same one you had felt when you joined Spider-Society. Looking around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Was there another spider in this universe?

Miguel had been searching for an embarrassingly long time, at least to his standard. The ice cream parlor wasn't that big and yet he had spent almost an hour searching for the damned anomaly. He wondered if something had gone wrong with his tech, smacking the device on his wrist with his palm in frustration. After pacing circles around the shop, to the point even the other patrons were looking at him funny, he felt he had finally cracked the code.

All this time, he had expected the anomaly to be hiding. Maybe in a backroom or in the bathroom, and yet here they were. Pinging on his device and showing they were in a corner booth all along. He debated finding you first, out number the target for a surefire capture, but he figured you were indisposed at the moment. Most likely on your second helping of the 'delicacy' this parlor provided.

His back was pressed against the wall, the anomaly just on the other side. All he had to do was round the corner, capture the anomaly and drag it and you back to HQ. With a deep breath, he lunged forward, device at the ready to capture the anomaly. As he prepared to launch the instrument, the wind was knocked from his sails at the sight before him.

First, he saw you. Mid bite of what did indeed look like a second helping of ice cream, eyes wide in shock at his sudden arrival. Across from you in the booth was...you. At least she looked like you. Sure, her hair was longer, a different color and texture. Her spidersuit was different too, concealed with an oversized jacket, but every facial feature of hers matched yours. What the hell...

"Jesus, Miguel, you gave me a heart attack," you said, the you he knew, hand going to your heart to will it to start beating again.

He didn't respond right away, eyes darting between the two of you. "What..what am I even looking at?" he settled on asking, a pinch of annoyance hitting him when the two of you exchanged teasing looks.

"I found the anomaly," you said.

"And it's me," said the other you.

"Told you anomalies like ice cream."

"Vale, vale, I get it," Miguel huffed, tech used to capture an anomaly now put away. Sighing heavily, his arms crossed over his chest, taking in the sight of the two of you once more. Finally, his eyes settled on 'you'. "How did you get here?"

"Well..." you started, "I was on my way home, after a long day of saving New York city," 'you' added the last bit in a teasing tone, "and suddenly there was this portal and boom! I'm in another New York, glitching in and out of reality."

"You're not glitching now."

"I gave her a day pass," you chimed in, the other you lifting her wrist to show the device in question.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, "Those are for exclusive personnel only."

"Oh, stop it. I'm not just gonna sit here and watch a version of me suffer," you pout at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes at your childish behavior.

"Well, if you two are done, we can send you back home," Miguel looked to 'you', who nodded eagerly at the opportunity. The three of you made your way out of the ice cream shop, Miguel and you walking shoulder to shoulder while other you tagged along behind. She watched contently as the two of you bickered, in a way that made her smile nostalgically.

"You two are cute," she finally said once you three stepped outside, "I'm glad that I have a Miguel in another universe too."

That comment gave you both pause, looking back at her, "You have a Miguel in your universe?" you asked.

She nodded eagerly, tugging her suit to reveal her hand, adorning a wedding ring. "Yeah, our husband," she said it like it was the most obvious thing to know and your jaw dropped. 'You' didn't seem to take notice, continuing on, "Well, the Miguel in my universe isn't Spider-Man, he's just a scientist. But he helps out when he can, my man behind the computer I guess," she chuckled softly. "Anywho, I should be getting home, yeah? He's probably got dinner ready, don't want my Miguel to worry."

"Right," Miguel finally spoke after a long pause, scanning 'you' with the gizmo and creating a portal to her dimension. "You know, if you're ever interested in helping out other universes..."

"Hmm, I'm good," the other you said, smiling. "One of me helping out is good enough." Flashing another cheeky smile, she stepped through, the portal shutting after her. With nothing left to do, Miguel and you returned to HQ, a long day of work behind you both.

"That's crazy isn't it? I mean, it makes sense, but it's still weird meeting another you," you rambled as the two of you walked through the hallway. Miguel didn't say much in response, just humming in acknowledgement. "A universe where we're married, you don't suppose-"

"Are you free this weekend?" Miguel interrupted, stopping in his tracks and facing you. The suddenness caught you off guard, but you caught up quickly.

"Yeah, why?"

"We should do something together."

One of your brows quirked upward, "And what would we do?"

Miguel shrugged, "Well, you keep raving about some ice cream parlor back in your universe. Let's start with that."

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grey342 · 7 months

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Hii! I’m so glad to see someone currently writing bradley cooper fics because honestly PHIL CAN GET IT. i wanted to request maybe a jealous!phil where reader goes on a friends bachelors trip and knowing Phil’s past he gets all angsty, as smutty as you’d like :) honestly anything you’d write id love!!

Don't leave me

Jealous! Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil's girlfriend goes on a trip for a bachelorette party and he's not happy about it.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Phil being dramatic, Phil being jealous (Obv), lingerie, slight handjob, P in V, riding and praise.

authors note - Thank you so much for this request and the sweet compliment! I gotta be honest i'm not a huge fan of angst so I made Phil a lil more dramatic and kinda sassy. I still hope you like it :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

This man is gonna be the death of me.

The main thought running through your head whilst packing. His remarks and whines can be heard from the next room.

Your close friend was having her bachelorette party this weekend but, she also wanted to spend a couple of days with the bridal party before her wedding. So you all decided to spend a long weekend in Vegas. And Phil is not happy about it.

"I mean, I don't get why you have to go," you roll your eyes at him, "it's not like she's your best friend."

"Oh yeah? And who is?" You retaliate, smirking.

"Me." He scoffs, as if this is obvious information, walking into the room. You take one look at him and start laughing.

You're not stupid, you kind of guessed why he was so mad about you going but now. He's made it really clear for you.

"What's so fucking funny?" He says confused, placing his hands on his hips. A gesture you would usually find attractive but right now, it's making you laugh even harder.

"I just, uh, I can't believe it," you say in between wheezes, " I mean. I had an idea but now it's so obvious." You quietly chuckle.

"What? What is? You're not making any sense." He declares, clearly getting frustrated. After calming yourself down you finally say-

"You're jealous." Apparently, it's now his turn to burst out laughing.

"What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" He managed in between laughs.

"You're jealous. You're so insistent on me not going, you're trying to tell me all the bad things about the girls. I mean you literally just said "she's not your best friend, I am." You're SO jealous." You clarify.

He's silent just staring at you. You can see the clogs turning in his head to try and come up with a good response. You swear you can see the light bulb appear on top of his head.

"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better about leaving me. For a whole weekend might I add." He says almost sassily and walks out of the room. Clearly proud of himself.

"Sweetie," you sigh, "it's only three days. I'll be back before you know it. We can text throughout the day and call every night." You try to deal.

"Or I have a better idea... don't go and we can talk all day and all night. Face to face."

You groan in frustration. You cannot believe this is the type of conversation you were having with your grown ass boyfriend. Pick the sassy men they said. You internally roll your eyes.

You walk into the living room to see him practically pouting on the couch. Scoffing, you go to walk away when an idea pops into your head.

"Hey Phil, if you stop complaining right now you can have your present early." He looks at you confused.

"What the fuck do you mean "present"?"

"Well since you are so predictable," you emphasise the last word, " I knew you would act like this when I said i'm going on a trip. So, I bought you something as a "sorry for leaving you, you big baby" gift."

"You did?" You can see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes my little princess but, clearly you are a lot more upset than I anticipated so i'm willing to give it to you early. If you want it that is." You wager. There's a long pause where he's weighing out his options.

"Okay," he clasps his hand together, " I have decided that I would like my present early. BUT I still want one for when you come back." He leans back on the couch, glowing with pride.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He rubs his hand together in anticipation as you leave the room.

Moments later you're shouting down the hall, "close your damn eyes." He grunts in disapproval.

"Okay and open." He does and your met with a groan that also sound like a moan.

"Oh baby." You're stood in front of him in a lingerie set, barely covering anything. Plus it's in his favourite colour.

"Am I forgiven?" You say, moving down to straddle his lap.

"Yes. A million times yes." He exclaims instantaneously as you giggle.

His mouth meets yours passionately, with your teeth and tongues clashing. His hands make their way down to your ass and yours to his chest. Pushing him lightly so his back meets the couch.

His slowly starts to kiss your jaw, then down your neck and finally the top of your chest. He looks up at you, almost pleading, and you give him a look of approval. His hands move around your back to unclasp your bra.

He slides it off at an agonisingly slow pace. When the bra is fully off he stares at your chest in awe. He moves his head down taking one nipple in the mouth and groping the other. You let out a content sigh.

He switches over, repeating the same process as you began to rock slowly, back and forth, on his lap. His moans vibrate on your chest as your breaths turn into pants.

You reach down in between you and start pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants, indicating you want them off. He knows what you want and immediately begins to pull them down. You look down and eagerly take him in your hand. You swipe your thumb over the tip and began pumping up and down.

"Fuck.." He groans. You push your panties over to the side and slide onto him. Both of you moaning in unison. You'll never get used to the way he feels, filling you up perfectly.

Once you're both ready, you begin to move back and forth, riding him. His hands take sanctuary on your hips, slowly guiding you. You lean down, placing your mouth on his, capturing his groans in your mouth.

"You're doing so good. Riding my dick so well baby, my good girl." He says against your mouth. He reaches down and starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You whimper at the contact.

"Oh fuck, do that again." Obeying his orders you do it again. He uses his other hand to begin assisting you in bouncing up and down. Your movements begin to change pace, going faster.

His groans and your whimpers becoming louder. He dick twitching inside of you, indicating he's close. You ride faster and bounce harder. He in turn, quickens his movements on your clit and his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises for later.

"Oh shit, Phil.. I'm close."

"I know honey, I know hold on a lil longer." He pants. Your cries being the response. Your head thrown back, eyes screw shut.

"Hey, look at me. I wan't you to look at me when you cum." He demands. You immediately open your eyes and stare into his. His gaze possessive.

"Oh fuck, Phil." You whine.

"Let go baby, give it to me." That send you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over and your body began to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit." He says as he fills you up, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from your highs, he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful." He places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Mhm, i'm still going." You stand up and start walking towards the bedroom.

"Ah! Come on honey, i'm the love of your life! You can't leave me!" He calls out, following you.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut

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