#wanted to fuck around with posing a bit for these i hope they look ok 😭

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

not sure if you've done this one before but how would the vanilla + SVE bachelors react to the farmer giving them a shirt (or any top article of clothing) with one of those boob windows? What if the farmer pleads them with puppy eyes in hopes of convincing them to put it on?

🌚

No, I definitely didn’t write a headcanon about this topic. And today we will fix it~ (thanks for the ask, dear anon!🫰💕)

_________________________________________

SDV/SVE bachelors react to their Farmer spouse who gives them clothes with a "boob window":

Alex thought at first that that line on the T-shirt was a damage, but when Farmer explained to the athlete that this was the way it should be, he hesitated for a couple of seconds, and put the T-shirt on. Though Alex blushed a little at Farmer's stare, he realised that he looked pretty good in it and started to look at himself in the mirror. "Hey honey, you know what's better than this 'titty' t-shirt? No t-shirt!". He took off his t-shirt and with a smug smile began to flex in front of his spouse. Farmer should give him credit: it's impossible to disagree with such a valid argument.

"Nice try, dear, but still no." Sebastian sat on the couch with his laptop while his dearest spouse ran around him and begged him to at least try on a t-shirt with an oval cut on the chest. Neither the sad eyes nor the bribe-laden entreaties worked on the emo, who seemed to be amused by Farmer's futile attempts to convince him. "Yeah we'd sooner have an obsidian portal on our farm than I'd wear this." Bad mistake. Because a few hours later there was a huge obsidian archway on the farm (the portal is working, btw) and the Farmer was standing nearby, triumphantly handing a flushed Sebby a t-shirt.

"Honey, don't you think that's a bit much?" Elliott is a fan of unbuttoning his collar and being in dramatic poses when he's writing another masterpiece or posing for a drawing. But here, he'll probably draw the line. No, not to say he hates it at all, this sweater with the... hmm, rather unusual cut, but Elliott's used to his style of dress, and this doesn't fit his image in any way. Even Farmer's tearful pleas won't make him change his mind (though Elliott must admit, he almost gives in, because Farmer knows how to make professional puppy-dog eyes).

"Ah, fuck it. Give it to me." Shane, as it turned out, wasn't hard to convince. His only stipulation, though, was that he would only wear that "boob window" shirt ("Heh, what a fucking name...") at home on the farm. Because even if the chicken man himself doesn't give a shit about most people's opinions and dresses as he pleases, he still doesn't want Jas and Marnie to catch him wearing that t-shirt. It would be... awkward, to say at least. This cloth is comfortable tho, plus his size. "Heh, boob window. Enjoying the view?" Farmer is definitely enjoing the view.

Huh... Sam had tried all sorts of extravagant clothes in an effort to find his unique style in the past, but this was new even to him. He certainly wore that t-shirt with the cutout on the chest, purely out of curiosity. It's cool, but... not his style. The young guitarist had thought about unusual clothes for his music band, but a side boob shirt cut was more his style than this. Sorry Farmer- hey, c'mon, don't give him this sad look! They know it's hard for Sam to say no to them with those sad eyes... Ok, but he won't wear this to a family dinner, deal?

If the Farmer wanted Harvey to stand flushed for a minute, congratulations - they've achieved their goal! With all due respect to his spouse, the local doctor is not too keen on wearing a sweater with such a cut. But interestingly enough, he has asked them not to put these clothes far away, as the resourceful doctor has found a use for it. If Farmer insists on staying late in the Mines, Harvey just needs to drop his selfies of himself (still flushed) wearing this sweater. Farmer teleports home at lightning speed and almost kicks in the front door. Works every time!

"Please!" "No." "Please!" "No." Farmer had been following Magnus around like a duckling following its mother for about fifteen minutes now, hoping to change their stubborn husband's mind and at least try on that sweater with the big line on the chest. Attempts, so far, had been unsuccessful. "Please!" "No." Magnus is quite happy with his magical uniform, which gives him charm and mystery vibe. Especially since he doesn't want any of his colleagues to catch him with that sweater. So wizard has to say no to his beloved spouse. Although they are stubborn. "Please!" "No."

"My dear, is this your way of trying to hint to me that I should unbutton my shirt more often?" Lance smiled slyly at Farmer, and the blush on their cheeks made it immediately clear to the gallant adventurer that he had hit right on target. That clothes with a cut-out on the chest, if the truth be told, is not to his taste. Especially since Lance doesn't see the point of it at all, if he and his spouse can find alternatives. All Lance has to do is simply undo the gilded buttons of his snow-white shirt, spread the collar a little for... *chuckle* a better view for a Farmer, and that's it. The effect will be the same.

Victor had a heap of doubts, but it was hard to resist Farmer's puppy-dog eyes, so, to Farmer's glee, he put on the T-shirt they handed him with.... "Boob window"? Is that what it's called? What a name..." The size is certainly his, and the fabric is of good quality, but... He feels a little bit uncomfortable. And Yoba forbid his mother catches him like this, otherwise it would take a long time to explain everything. Victor could have just unbuttoned his shirt. Or... or no shirt at all, if Farmer wanted to hint to him that they'd like to have fun tonight...

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve victor #sdv shane #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sve headcanon #don’t know why I inserted a portal from Minecraft into Sebastian’s story. but why not lol

[rhoorl]

Turbulence | Part 4

Pairing: Frankie x reader (will turn into an OFC)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 Link

Word Count: 7k (sorry!)

Summary: The conclusion of this little arc. These two enjoy the rest of their weekend.

Warnings: MDNI. Alternating POVs. Some angst and some fluff. Nervous Frankie. Allusion to a previous bad relationship (infidelity). Swearing. Unprotected P in V. Oral (f receiving - duh, it’s Frankie).

A/N: Apologies for the delay! This ended up being a lot longer than I intended. I thought about breaking this up into two parts but I think it’s just better as one. This is my first time writing Frankie smut so I’m a bit nervous (although it's not the main focus of this chapter). 

 “Ok and if we can get one more with the whole bridal party!” 

Bless the photographer and her assistant because wrangling this group is akin to herding cats.

“Your boy here yet?” Ash muttered through their smile as we all posed for a series of shots.

“Yup, just got a text,” I said, trying to conceal my smirk as Ash slapped me on the ass. 

“Hell freaking yeaaaah!”

Once we finished with the photos, I walked up to Carol and hugged her. She told me to have fun and gave me a knowing look, confusion etched on Dave’s face. Truth be told, her reassurance made me feel better about slipping out.

I spotted Mom and Aunt Lydia already at the bar, so I told Ash to cover for me should they ask where I went. 

“Have fun!” Ash winked as I grabbed my things and made my way out of the venue, trying to keep a steady pace when all I wanted to do was sprint out of there so I could see him.

Frankie didn’t quite know what he should do. Get out of the truck, walk up to the aquarium, and wait? Stay put in his truck? Seeing a couple of men dressed in suits smoking outside, he suddenly remembered how casually he was dressed and felt a bit self-conscious. It didn’t feel right to just sit in his truck scrolling on his phone waiting for her; it made him feel like he was just there with one thing in mind…although that was on his mind.

He took a deep breath and decided to get out of the truck, figuring he’d stand in front of it and lean onto the hood as he waited. It only took a few moments before he saw her walking out of the building with a bag in tow. His breath caught in his throat seeing her in person again.

“Hey,” she raised her hand for a small wave as she scurried across the parking lot toward him.

“Hey,” his hands twitched at his sides as he pushed himself off the truck. It only took a few steps to close the distance between them. When he reached out she slotted perfectly into his arms, just like she did at the airport. He breathed in her scent, feeling her arms tighten around his neck.

He pulled back, appreciating her beauty while trying to be respectful. He couldn’t help as his gaze quickly flitted down her body before finding her eyes which he loved so much. She twirled the ends of his curls between her fingers as he softly chuckled, “You…look beautiful. Way better than the picture.” She feigned offense and giggled as Frankie tried to recover. “Shit, I mean, the picture was nice…it was great…fuck…” he shook his head. “Can I start over?”

“I know what you meant Frankie, I’m just giving you a hard time,” her nose crinkled as her arms trailed down his shoulders, rubbing his biceps. 

“Ha oh,” he blushed.

“So…BB-8 huh?” She pulled at the hem of his T-shirt.

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Another one of Pope’s ideas….so, you ready to head out? You sure you’re ok to leave, I don’t want some bridezilla coming after me.”

“No, Frankie, it’s all good. So…I believe we were between pizza and burgers right?”

“Yup…your choice.”

“Hmm,” he couldn’t help but notice how cute her nose looked scrunched up in thought. “I think pizza.”

“Perfect, I was kinda hoping you’d say that,” he winked. “You need to change or anything,” he motioned to her bag.

“Oh, nah…I paid a shit ton for this dress, I’m keeping it on as long as I can.”

Frankie coughed as his throat went dry. He knew she meant that innocently but his mind wandered and he could feel his face getting red. 

“You ok, Frankie?”

“Um...y-yeah…all good. Here get in,” he walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for her.

I couldn’t get over how cute he looked…and hot…I can’t forget that part. Hugging him felt like I was being embraced by the coziest blanket and it took everything in me to let go. 

By all accounts, Frankie was still a stranger to me and here I was getting into his truck and going who knows where. I’ve spent far too many hours listening to true crime podcasts to know all of the red flags dotting this situation. But with Frankie, I felt…safe. I really can’t describe it other than it’s just a feeling. 

He said he had a place in mind but it was a bit of a drive. Honestly, he could have told me we were driving the few hours to Miami and I would have been fine with it. He was so easy to talk to and I loved watching him drive. My eyes tried to not linger on his hand gripping the steering wheel as I took note of how thick his fingers were. 

He filled me in on his day which included a cast of characters that sounded like they were plucked out of a TV show. I loved hearing him laugh and the way his eyes crinkled as he talked about his friends was adorable. We were so engrossed in conversation that I hadn’t realized we were on the causeway until we were about halfway across the water.

“Are we going to Clearwater?” I looked over at him, a little sly smirk coming across his face.

“Yeah…shit, I didn’t even ask if it was ok to go this far. Sorry, I-”

“Frankie,” I reached over and put my hand on his arm, “it’s ok. I just hadn’t been paying attention to where we were,” I chuckled, my hand running down his forearm to rest on top of his hand on the center console. I quickly patted it, wincing internally at my awkwardness, and returned my hand to my lap.

We sat in comfortable silence as I stared out the window taking in the views. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frankie bite his lip as he moved his right hand to hover over my leg. He hesitated for a moment and then rested his hand just above my knee. It felt like an electric current went through my body – not only was he touching me but his hand was close to my…

“Is this ok?” He turned his head giving me the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “This is ok, Frankie,” I put my hand on top of his, rubbing circles with my thumb. He started to visibly relax and it made me feel warm.

We spent the rest of the way chatting about random things, his hand firmly planted on my leg. I could tell he was starting to feel more comfortable when his hand traveled up and down my thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. I wished I didn't have all of the fabric on because I yearned to feel his rough calloused hands on my skin. 

There was this intriguing duality to him. On the one hand, I knew these hands could exact some level of violence. I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t realize that he’s probably severely hurt people before. But at the same time, there was a softness to his touch, like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. I felt a slight shiver as his fingers skimmed across the satin of my dress. As strong and capable as his hands were at piloting an aircraft I imagined they were equally capable of pulling countless pleasures too. The thought made me squirm a bit as I tried to steady my breath.

“You ok?” He turned his head to look at me.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Ok good, we’re almost there.”

Next thing I knew, we pulled up to some hole-in-the-wall pizza joint that he swore up and down was the best pizza on the West Coast of Florida. I caught some funny looks thanks to my floor-length gown from the guy behind the counter who I learned was the owner. He and Frankie knew each other so we jumped the line of to-go orders waiting to be made.

In no time at all Frankie scooped up a bag full of styrofoam containers along with a pizza box. We stopped off at a convenience store to grab a six-pack of beer…again my overly formal attire drew some heads from the casual locals and swimsuit-clad tourists. 

Once we had everything, Frankie reassured me we were close to our ultimate destination but I was in no rush. When he finally backed into our parking spot, he looked over and stopped me as I started to unbuckle my seatbelt. “Can you stay here for a sec…please?”

I cocked my head to the side, curious what he was up to. “Sure…”

“Ok cool…don’t go eating the garlic knots yet,” he quipped. “And ah…close your eyes. I’ll be quick I promise.”

I smirked as I closed my eyes, straining to hear what he was up to. He opened the back door, some rustling as he found something before closing the door. The truck rocked a bit. Eventually, I heard the crunch of gravel underneath his boots as he opened my door.

“Ok, you can open your eyes.” 

My eyes fluttered open as he reached for the food I was guarding in my lap. He offered his hand to help me get out of the truck.

“What do you have up your sleeve?” I raised my eyebrows. 

He led me around the truck and I felt the butterflies start to flutter around in my stomach. There was a maroon and white plaid blanket laid across the bed of his truck. It was a bit tattered and looked like it had seen better days. At the back, there were two matching pillows. 

“It’s not fancy, but I figured we could eat and watch the waves. The sunset is the best here.” He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, rocking a bit from side to side as he looked down at his feet.

My breath hitched as I took it all in. This was such a sweet gesture and I was honestly impressed by the thought.

“Is this ok? Sorry, if I had more time I would have…”

“This is perfect.”

He looked up at me with the sweetest smile and offered his hand for me to climb in.

“You looking for an excuse to check out my ass Frankie?” I smirked, noticing his blush as I hopped up, shuffling in and putting one of the pillows behind me as I rested against the back of the truck.

Frankie followed, crawling up to sit next to me. He grabbed a couple of bottles from the six-pack, twisting off the tops and handing one of them to me, “Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Sorry, it’s not cold..”

“Frankie, stop apologizing. This is…perfect. I just wanted to see you again, it didn’t matter what we were doing, so this is icing on the cake.

I could see the tension leaving his body as he made quick work of laying out all of the food. It was quite the spread and definitely too much for just the two of us. We chatted and grazed and things never felt awkward, even during those quiet moments. It also wasn’t lost on me that Frankie had drifted closer and closer to me. His outstretched leg now pressed up against mine, I could feel the heat radiating between us and all I wanted to do was curl up next to him.

As the sun set, I felt a wave of melancholy wash over me. It suddenly hit me how finite time was this weekend. The sun chasing the horizon was a visual of the hourglass in my mind counting down the hours I had left in this dream.

“Hey, you alright?” Frankie reached for my hand as he turned to face me.

I nodded, managing a weak smile. 

Frankie felt like he was being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, he wanted to spend more time with her and see where this night was headed. But at the same time, he wanted time to stand still because the more hours they spent together the closer they were to her inevitable departure. 

It felt like a cruel joke. The moment he starts to feel…something…anything…and it’s a situation with logistics. Distance hadn’t worked well for him in the past seeing as how his ex’s cheating started while he was away on a mission. 

For so long he blamed distance for the demise of their relationship. In hindsight, he knew there were more issues than just the time apart, but it still was a reason. If he had a job that didn’t force him to be gone for months at a time on covert, highly classified missions maybe things would have been different. If he had picked a line of work that didn’t give him nightmares and so much anxiety that he had to resort to increasingly dangerous ways to silence the voices maybe things would have been different. If he wasn’t so fucked up every time he was home he would have seen the warning signs long before…

Frankie had been so caught up in his own spiral that he hadn’t noticed her energy shift. She too looked deep in distant thoughts of her own.

“Hey, you alright?” He turned, reaching for her hand to ground himself in her touch.

She nodded and he could tell she was putting on a brave face. He wished he knew the right thing to say but he was so conflicted. This was too good to be true right? It was clearly destined for failure because things this good didn’t happen to him. He’d done too many bad things in his life to be rewarded with someone like her.

But as he searched her eyes, he felt a sense of comfort. He couldn’t explain it. So much of this whole situation seemed ripe for heartbreak but he couldn’t stop the freefall he was in. There was a sliver of hope that this … that she…may have been worth it all. 

His eyes trailed down to her lips and his palms twitched because he so desperately wanted to kiss her. To hold her close to him for fear she’d disappear. His mind quickly cycled through thoughts of what kinds of sounds he’d be able to pull from her, how she’d taste, or how her body would look writhing underneath him.

Our gazes stayed locked on each other for what felt like an eternity. We were both nervous to make a move. But as Frankie’s mouth curled up into a small half smile I saw the cutest dimple form and leaned forward without thinking too much about it. Our lips met and the kiss was soft and a bit tentative, like we were both seeking permission from one another. He pulled back, looking down and swallowing hard before his eyes rose to meet mine.

“Was that ok?”

“Yeah Frankie,” I whispered.

“Ok, good,” he cupped my face as he smiled into another kiss. 

It didn’t take long before his tongue licked along my bottom lip, prompting me to open my mouth for him. I could still feel him holding back a bit, so I wanted to show him it was ok. I lightly nipped his lower lip before taking it between my teeth for more of a tug. As he let out a low growl, my hands rested behind his neck, twirling the chocolate curls that peeked out from beneath his cap. I forgot where I was and swung my leg over to straddle him as his hands came to my hips. His grip tightened as I let out a small moan, slightly rocking into his lap. In the distance, some whoops and whistles broke us out of our little bubble. 

“Looks like we have company,” Frankie smirked, motioning behind me with his chin while adjusting his hat.

I slowly turned, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I remembered we were in public. A group of teenagers waved back at us snickering and whistling. I immediately turned around, burying my face into Frankie’s neck as he laughed. “I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot where we were for a sec.” 

I could feel the laugh in Frankie’s chest as I stayed nuzzled against him, the stubble of his beard running along my hairline as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“How about we um….get out of here?” I couldn’t even say it without laughing. “I’m sorry that sounded so cheesy!”

“It’s ok…if you weren’t going to say it I was,” he winked. “C’mon,” he tapped my hip, “let’s get you back.”

The closer Frankie got to her hotel, the more his anxiety spiked. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he desperately wanted the night to keep going. Kissing her felt like a fog clearing and she was the sun shining through it. 

He kept his hand on her thigh the whole ride back, again grounding himself in the fact that she was real. As he pulled into the hotel, she reached for his hand. “D’you wanna drop it off with valet?” 

“Um, yeah sure….ah…” Frankie blushed at his next thought before he shook his head and decided to just go for it. “How long am I staying?”

“As long as you want,” she leaned over and kissed the bare patch in his beard, sending an electric pulse down his body.

A valet came up on either side of the truck, opening the doors. 

“Hi sir, ah checking in?” The young man asked as he took Frankie’s keys. 

“Ah no, put it on room 1802,” she called from the other side of the truck as the valet wrote it down on a slip and handed it to Frankie. 

“Oh one sec,” Frankie opened the back door, pulled out a backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. “Ok.”

I narrowed my eyes as Frankie rummaged through the back seat of his truck and pulled out a backpack. It made me wonder - is this something that he does a lot? 

He seemed to sense my confusion as he came around the truck and took my hand to lead me through the lobby. “I ah, I stay at my friends’ house a lot, so I started keeping a backpack with a change of clothes,” he laughed. 

“So you were tired of doing the walk of shame from your friends’ house huh?” I quipped as we made it over to the elevators.

“Ha ha. Very funny,” he grinned, that little dimple making another appearance.

We got in the elevator with a few others. Frankie held me in front of him, one hand on my hip as he quickly shot a text off. 

“Texting Pope, you know…in case something happens he knows where I am,” he laughed as I feigned offense. “It’s not every day I go to a beautiful woman’s hotel room,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath making goosebumps form on my skin. 

Frankie felt like he was on the longest elevator ride of his life. As he held her in his arms, he couldn’t help but discreetly press himself closer to her. When they finally reached the 18th floor, she led him by the hand to her suite, dropping it briefly as she fished out her room key.

“Presidential Suite huh,” he raised his eyebrows, looking impressed.

“I decided to treat myself,” she said as she led him into the living room. She dropped his hand and walked over to the large windows. “I didn’t realize I would have such a pretty view.”

“Neither did I,” he was right behind her, his breath ghosting down her neck, trailing soft, open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. His hands lightly caressed the straps of her dress.

I instantly wanted his hands and mouth everywhere at the same time. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he kissed just below my ear. He pressed himself closer to me and I could feel him already getting hard which instantly made me tingle with anticipation. I shifted a bit to press my thighs together as he ran his nose to the back of my neck, trailing kisses down to the zipper of my dress.

“I’m glad you’re still in this,” he said against my skin, his hands wrapping around my middle. 

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I wanted to be the one to take it off. I’ve been thinking about what’s underneath all day.” 

I felt his length twitch as he said that, making me shiver. I turned my head to look back at him as he lifted his gaze, his eyes dark. “Well, go on,” I smirked. 

“Yes ma’am.” He started to undo the zipper, kissing down my neck as more of my skin was unveiled until I was standing there in my underwear.

I turned in his arms, pulling off his hat, dropping it to the floor as our lips found each other again. His arms drew me in, pressing me flush against him.

“You're so beautiful,” he managed to say between kisses, continuing to whisper more sweet things as I walked us back to the bedroom.

Before I knew it, I felt the back of my thighs meet the mattress. I sat on the bed to undo his belt and work on getting his jeans off. My mouth watered as my eyes followed the trail of hair from his navel down to his tented boxers. As I went to hook my fingers into the waistband, he cupped my chin and tilted my face up. 

“We can get to that, there’s something I want to do first,” his tongue swiped along his lower lip as he sank to his knees in front of me. “Is this ok?”

I nodded, “Y-yeah.” It had been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone so I was feeling equal parts excited and nervous. 

He gave me the warmest smile as he brought his hands to rest on my thigh. He leaned up and kissed me, pushing me backward as his mouth blazed a trail down my body, making a couple of pit stops along the way. He stilled as he hovered over my belly button. 

His stubble tickled and I couldn’t help the giggles, clasping a hand over my mouth. The giggles were quickly silenced with a gasp as I felt his fingers curl underneath my underwear. I lifted my hips to help him work them off. The nerves suddenly kicked into high gear as I was left exposed.

Frankie sucked in a breath as I strained to look down between my thighs. What I saw was a man taking me in like I was the finest piece of art he’d ever seen. His eyes scanned all over as he brought his hands to my thighs, pushing my legs wider. 

“F-Frankie…if…if you don’t touch me I think I’m going to explode,” I giggled, gripping the sheets in anticipation. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” he tutted with a pout which quickly turned into a smile. “Relax, mi cielo, I’m going to make you feel good.”

And holy shit he wasn’t lying. His tongue licked up my folds before finding its home on my clit with soft and steady undulations. I shuddered, tightening my grip on the sheets as his broad shoulders pushed my legs even further apart. I clenched my eyes shut, back arching as he picked up the pace. 

He murmured his praise as he continued to work me over. I lifted onto my elbows, catching him looking up at me through his eyelashes as he continued his feast. My eyes rolled back as he changed the pattern his tongue used to trace around me. I reached down to his hair, grabbing a fistful of hair and tightening my grip to bring him so close I worried for a split second that I may suffocate him. But that worry quickly dissipated as I heard him moan into me, his grip on my thigh no doubt leaving a bruise as his other arm laid across my stomach.

I bucked up into him, riding this wave of pleasure. I’d been with partners who enjoyed going down on me in the past, but I’d never experienced someone devouring me with this much enthusiasm and reverence. The hand on my stomach start to trail upwards, cupping my breast through the fabric of my bra. I wanted, no I needed, to feel his hand on my skin so I quickly reached back to unclasp the garmet and flung it off the bed. 

He brought both hands to palm my breasts, his thumbs brushing across my pebbled nipples. I snuck another look down and the image of my legs draped around his broad shoulders, his messy curls bobbing up and down was nearly enough to send me over the edge. I whimpered as he pulled off briefly to catch his breath, looking at me with a smirk as he grabbed the back of my thighs and brought me closer to him.

A few more flicks of his tongue as he groaned into me was all I needed as I tumbled head first into a sea of pleasure. He stayed with me as I worked myself down from one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I laid panting, legs splayed out and my body feeling boneless, he nuzzled against my thigh and kissed it.

“Fuck…” I sighed, ruffling his curls and twirling the strands that had fallen on his forehead.

“Yeah…” He chuckled, crawling up to lay down facing me. 

He looked beautiful, his hair all messy and his beard glistening from me, from what he just did. I also snuck a glance down, wanting to see what was waiting for me on the other side of the thin fabric. He cupped my cheek, kissing me tenderly and I could taste myself on his tongue. I deepened the kiss and moved to straddle him. 

“Can I take these off,” I looked down to the only thing separating us.

“Please, I need to feel you.” I bit my lip and reached down to pull his boxers down and off. 

Seeing him lying there, his cock hard and the beads of precum dripping off, threw me into an alternate dimension as everything ran by in a delicious blur. The stretch I felt as I lowered myself on him was intoxicating. 

He let me ride him for a bit before flipping me over, hitching one of my legs up, and hitting a spot so deep I didn’t even know it existed. He grunts, my moans, and the squelching sounds of our joined bodies were absolutely sinful. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he panted. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Good….neither…am…I…fuck,” I felt myself coming for a second time – something I haven’t achieved in longer than I care to remember. 

As I arched my back, Frankie’s rhythm sputtered as he came, falling forward to cage my head between his arms. He brought his forehead to mine, pressing a quick kiss to my nose as he rested his head next to mine, still panting. 

We stayed like that for a while. I traced my fingernails up and down his back, lightly scratching him, which he seemed to enjoy as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. He felt like the perfect weighted blanket. 

With a deep breath, he pulled out as I whined, feeling the emptiness. He laid down on his back next to me, pulling me in so I could curl into him. The early morning wake-up call coupled with the excitement and exertion made my eyes feel really heavy.

I was pulled out of my slumber thanks to a ray of sunlight coming through the curtains I forgot to close last night. Behind me, I heard the sheets rustle as Frankie turned, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. 

“Morning, mi cielo,” he kissed my shoulder. I giggled as his stubble tickled me. 

“Why sky?” I turned in his arms to face him, pushing some wayward curls off his forehead. 

“I don’t know…I guess…we got to know each other up in the sky. And it’s my favorite place, so it seems fitting,” his eyes softened and it made me feel giddy. “Sorry, that’s probably really cheesy.”

“No, it’s really sweet Frankie. I’ve never been called that before…I like it.”

We made out for a little bit and one thing led to another and he was back between my legs. I don’t even know which round we’re on as I lay panting and trying to catch my breath. 

My stomach betrayed me and grumbled; food was the furthest thing from my mind at this point. Frankie heard and laughed as he sat up, his sweaty curls clinging to the back of his neck as he got out of bed and grabbed his boxers and jeans.

“Where are you going?”

“Downstairs to get you something,” he winked. “How do you take your coffee?”

I crawl over to the side of the bed, sitting up on my knees and reaching for him. “We can just order room service.”

“I was planning on it for later,” he smirked, kissing me before he turned to head out to the living room to grab his backpack, grabbing a shirt from it. “Coffee?” he called over to me as he put it on.

“I take it black.”

“Makes sense…you’re already so sweet.” I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Ok, I’ll be back.”

Once he left I searched around for something to wear. I spotted his BBB-8 shirt crumpled up in a ball on a chair and decided to put it on, loving how it hung on my frame. I laid back in bed, smiling to myself as I remembered parts of last night and this morning. My phone buzzed and I assumed it was Frankie asking a question about what I wanted, but instead, it was Ash.

Ash: Ok, but he’s hot AF in person. You must have had a LOT of fun last night based on how his hair looks 😉

What the fuck is happening?

Ash: Relaxxx. I’m down here taking a call. Almost didn’t recognize him without the hat.

omggg

Ash: Holy shit. He’s getting you breakfast? 

Ash: Aww it’s so cute. 

Ash: You must have worked up quite the appetite based on the amount of shit he’s getting.

Please don’t say anything to him.

Ash: I’m not. I’m being stealthy 

Ash: Ok lover boy is headed back up. 

Ash and I texted a bit more so I could get caught up on the wedding. Everything seemed to go to plan and Carol was beaming in the photos. It was so sweet to see the way Dave looked at her, his gaze reminding me of a certain pair of chocolate brown eyes that were now seared into my memory. 

Almost on cue, a knock at the door brought me back to the present. I rushed over to open it for Frankie. Ash wasn’t kidding, he brought the whole bakery upstairs with him along with a couple of large coffees. He inhaled sharply as he saw me – I’d forgotten I was wearing his shirt. 

“Damn, that looks really good on you,” he kissed my cheek as he walked in.

As we ate and sipped on our coffee we talked about plans for the day, deciding that we wanted to stay holed up in the room. Our conversation eventually came to a natural lull as I lay on Frankie’s chest, his hand trailing up and down my arm. It wasn't awkward or anything, it was time for both of us to just think. My mind drifted from being giddy and excited that I’d get to spend the whole day, and hopefully another night, with Frankie, to feeling deflated by the fact that in less than 24 hours I’d be boarding a plane back home.

“What are you thinking about?” He broke the silence, nudging me with his knee. I shook my head, nervous about sounding too needy. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

“It’s just…what happens next?” I winced, unable to look at him.

He paused for a moment before taking my hand, “What do you mean?”

“I mean this…us…I…no pressure or anything, but I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you Frankie. And I know I’ll be far away and I totally get it if you just wanted this to be a weekend thing and I-”

“Hey. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you too…I haven’t had this much fun in a really long time and you’re easy to talk to,” his soft smile instantly warmed my heart. “Here I was wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to not have you run but the truth is, I don’t want this to end here. I want to keep getting to know you and like no pressure or anything, but if you decide you want to come back down here to visit or have me come up there, I’d do it. Whatever you want.”

I paused for a moment, shocked by his candor but relieved that it seemed like we were on the same page. Taking a deep breath, I turned to him. “I’d like that.”

“So don’t think of it as a goodbye. We can figure it out. Have you ever done a long-distance thing before?”

I shook my head. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t really ever been in a…uh…” I didn’t want to label ourselves as in a relationship but that’s how I saw it.

“You haven’t?”

“No…it always seemed like no one was ever really wanting that, like they’d lose interest after a date or two. Eventually, I ended up getting busy with work and stopped caring.”

“Well, I’m very…uh…interested,” he chuckled. 

“Good me too,” I leaned over and kissed him.

We spent the rest of the day lazily in bed watching movies, making out, having a little extra fun, and even taking a little nap too. Frankie stayed true to his promise and we did order room service later, followed up by a shower. I was so thankful I sprung for this suite for that shower alone. 

It was so nice to have just a chill day, but it made me a bit sad that I wouldn’t be able to spend next Sunday doing the same thing. As the hours stretched into the evening and the sun started to set I reluctantly started packing. Frankie sat at the foot of my bed watching me flit around the suite.

“How are you getting to the airport tomorrow?” He asked as I zippered up the carry-on.

“Ah actually…I was hoping maybe you could take me?”

His face lit up. “I’d love to. We should probably get to sleep, you have an early flight.” 

Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to savor every last moment I had with him and not squander it away by being asleep. Sex with Frankie was everything I ever wanted and unlike anything I’d ever had. He was caring and tender but passionate and decisive. I didn’t want to say it out loud to him but he officially ruined all other men for me; he was now the standard. 

The alarm startled Frankie from his unusually deep sleep, annoyed that the morning came so quickly. But then again, that’s what happens when your night stretches into the early hours. Even though they’d both established that this morning wasn’t going to be a goodbye, he still felt uneasy. 

Right now they were in a little bubble and riding high off of the oxytocin and basking in the afterglow. What lay ahead was going to be difficult – finding ways to stay connected with each other, working the other person into their life from afar. He already knew what Pope was going to say, no doubt telling his friend to be cautious and guard his heart. 

But as she turned around and faced him, cupping his face and stroking the bare patch on his beard, he just knew. He’d never felt so sure about anything in his life. She made him want to try. To open his heart back up again. To unlock a part of himself he thought was gone forever. 

I had to rush a bit to get out the door, thanks to Frankie who was very eager to show me how much he was going to miss me – not that I was complaining.

He held my hand the entire drive to the airport, trying to quell my flight anxiety along the way. The weather was beautiful so he assured me that it should be a smoother ride than our trip down.

As we approached arrivals, I felt a pit in my stomach. Truth be told, I was scared. Scared that this may be it. Scared that he may change his mind, and that this would be too difficult given his past experiences. He'd clued me in on some of the issues with his past relationship but I just know there's more there to uncover.

Sure, we talked about staying in touch, but what if my definition of “staying in touch” was different from his and I ended up scaring him off? I already knew I would be overthinking it all. But even amidst all of that uncertainty, there was a little voice telling me it was going to be ok.

His grip on my hand tightened as he pulled up to the curb to park.

“This sucks.” He dragged his other hand down his face before turning to face me. “Is it weird if I'm already trying to figure out when I could come up?” The relief I felt hearing him say that must have been more visible on my face than I thought because he chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss me. “I take it that it's ok?”

“Yes Frankie, more than ok.”

The whistles from the guards directing traffic pulled us back to reality. Frankie hopped out, jogging around the truck to help me with my bag before gently setting it on the ground.

I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around his mid back and pressing my face into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as we stayed like this, neither of us wanting to be the first one to pull away. 

“Hey boss, imma need you to move this,” a man behind me grunted to Frankie.

“Yeah, I'll be a second.” Reluctantly, he pulled away from me but still kept me in his arms. “I'm not saying goodbye ok? Because you're going to text me when you get through security and you're going to send me a picture of that spicy Bloody Mary Mac is going to make you,” he chuckled. “And you'll tell me when you get on the plane and I'll tell you how Benny's training goes.”

“And then I'll tell you when I land,” I reached my hands to rest behind his neck, playing with his hair. “And you'll fill me in on whatever else you boys have planned for today,” I winked.

“So it's not a goodbye.”

“Nope, not at all,” I smiled into a kiss he quickly deepened. People around us be damned, I couldn't help the moan that escaped as he pulled me closer to him.

Another whistle from the cop and we laughed, holding each other for one last second before pulling apart. Frankie handed me my bag, cupping my chin.

“I'll talk to you soon mi cielo. You're going to have a safe flight.”

“I'll miss you,” was all I could squeak out as I bit my lower lip. I'd been feeling the tears quelling up since we checked out of the hotel and I was nervous they’d finally spill over.

“I'll miss you more,” he kissed me again. “Now, you have to go otherwise my truck is gonna get towed,” he chuckled.

I kissed him one last time before I grabbed my things and walked towards the sliding automatic doors. Turning around I caught one last glimpse of Franke, scratching the back of his neck with one hand and giving a small wave with the other. 

I'd never been more thankful for TSA Pre-Check. The lines were long and my goodbyes with Frankie stretched longer than I thought. Once I got through security, I quickly bought my water and magazine and walked over to the bar to see Mac.

“You're late! Musta been a good weekend missy,’ he winked. 

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, “that obvious huh?’

“For a second there I thought you might miss your flight. But here I made you something, on me,” he winked, handing me a white Styrofoam cup. 

I took a sip and chuckled. “Is this even legal?”

“Well, don't take it on the plane with you. Figured you could sip on it while you're waiting to board. I can't have you walk by my bar and not get your Bloody Mary.”

“Thanks, Mac. Sorry I can't chat much this time.”

“Oh, I think we'll be having plenty of chats. You have a safe flight missy, I'll see you soon.”

I thanked Mac and said my goodbyes as I walked over to my gate, arriving just as boarding started. With one last big sip, I threw the drink in the trash and boarded my flight. I headed straight for the wing, remembering how Frankie said it was the smoothest ride.

My mind raced through the whirlwind of a weekend I had, smiling at the memories made and those I hoped were to come. I fired off texts to Ash and my mom to let them know I was alive and on the plane. Ash quickly responded and I knew I'd spend the whole drive from the airport to the office filling them in on the weekend.

Then I went to my thread with Frankie. Scrolling through it to see how our chain started, remembering that I saved my number in his phone as Wifey. The photo of him in bed reminded me of the soreness between my legs and I could practically feel his curls as I balled my fist.

“Ma'am, we're going to need you to turn off your phone,” the flight attendant leaned over with a sweet, but firm tone.

I sighed and quickly typed up a message.

On the plane. Found a seat over the wings. I'll let you know when I land. ❤️

I kept my phone out of sight, waiting until the last possible second before I put it away. Frankie was probably still driving so I wasn't expecting a response. With a sigh I unlocked my phone and as I went to swipe the airplane mode on I got a text.

Frankie ✈️: Good girl. Have a safe flight, I miss you. 

And with that, I switched my phone off and stared outside the window with the biggest smile on my face.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! While this is the end of this arc, this isn’t the end for these two. They’ll get wrapped into Delta Landscaping  (my Triple Frontier AU). For those reading that series, you would have seen a mention in the last couple of episodes.

Tagging a few who may be interested based on comments/reblogs from the previous parts. I can remove you if you want: @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain  / @lwfics / @missladym1981 / @alltheseperfectimperfections / @anavatazes / @inept-the-magnificent / @weho2kcmo / @casa-boiardi / @undercoverpena / @survivingandenduring / @secretelephanttattoo / @sin-djarin / @readingiskeepingmegoing / @trulybetty / @mellymbee / @jessiejessworldsblog / @anoverwhelmingdin / @southernbe / @inthedarkestnight / @iloveenya / @mysterious-moonstruck-musings / @itspdameronthings / @all-the-things-2020 / @avastrasposts / @linzels-blog / @maried01 / @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 / @titabel

#frankie friday #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales

[fandomwritinga]

nitoku is cute, like hes NERDY HUT HES CUTE. like imagine nitoku’s taking pics of u in suggestive outfits and hes all like “oh i wanna use you as reference for my literature “ but in reality he just wants to keep pics of his partner being all sexy !!(n maybe jerk off to them when ur not there)

OH MY GOD NITOKU MY LIVE

I fr love how he looks

Anyways i made it nsfw i hope thats ok😵‍💫

Nitokuuuu

- my beloved

-

- So

- You start to think its weird when you read his stories and none of them have anything to do with the outfits

- But hey maybe he just hasnt showed you the ones that he needed the pics for !

- Yes thats it! Right?

- When he first brought it up he had some shame in him

- Afraid you were gonna laugh at him

- But you didnt

- Awwww… he cant believe just how nice you are to him!

- But just how far is he gonna go?

- The first time was just a pose of two characters really close to each other

- The fact that he had a hard on is besides the point

- The next time he needed something he gave you a whole outfit!

- You were a bit surprised to say the least but he is your partner you will surely help him out

- What you didnt think tho was that he is gonna take pictures

- But dont worry he will delete them !!

- Just give him some time to finish the story!! And surely he will delete them !!

- The poses keep getting more suggestive and intimate

- You keep complaining about the pictures but you dont push it

- The reason you dont is cuz you caught him jerking off to the pictures

- You think as long as its just for him there is no harm

- But you wont lie that the last one was your favorite

- He gave you a robe similar to his

- You were naked under it

- And so was he

- Safe to say you decided to get back at him

- You slowly spread your legs even tho the script didnt need it

- He was very surprised

- But you said its a better story this way! And he listened like a lost puppy

- He just kept looking at you, admiring you

- Your curves, your soft skin

- The robe is now of you shoulders and he is on his knees on the floor

- Painfully hard

- You start to push your hand between your legs

- He does the same

- Just until you stop him

- “W-what?!” You stop him because after all the script is about a lonely woman so you must act on your own

- He looks defeated at you

- You just continue your fun, toying with him

- You start pleasing your self, lost in the feeling, you dont notice him moving towards the script

- He grabs the script and scribbles something on it

- By the time you realize, you guys are fucking, robes still on

- You are on top and he is doing everything to keep you moving

- He is whining, bucking his hips, pleading for you to keep moving but you dotn move

- You know he is a fighter, way stronger than you, but you know he would never use his strength agains you

- You check the script for the part he scribbled in

- “Woman gets to cum thanks to sex by man”…. “Is this your life greatest work?” You look at him

- He just looks back and says “i was in a hurry” and bucks his hips into you

- You both let out a chuckle

- Your hands are on him, touching him constantly

- So you decide to have fun for a bit more

- You start riding him

- He is getting loud, talking about how nicely you squeeze him, how he cant wait to cum in you!

- But then you suddenly stop

- You get off and walk towards the door

- “No! no! Please! Where-wha” he asks sadly and surprisedly, still laying on the floor

- You naked body still partially coved by the robe turns around to him, your back facing him now as you just look back at him

- Your hand brushes the robe away from your ass, bending over a bit, you bum now fully sticking out

- “I think there were a few more scenarios and poses that the script had, right?”

- He looks baffled

- “YES!” He yells out

- He starts getting up and you just throw your robe at him, now fully naked

- He looks at you in awe as you run away into the house butt naked

- He smiles and takes his robe off too running after you laughing and blue balled :)

- Who knows what else was in the script?

#kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura #kenganverse #kengan omega x reader #kengan nitoku

[merowkittie]

Hiii! This is only like my second time requesting anything so idek if I’m doing it right but I was hoping you could do smth where the reader is an editor? Maybe w/ miles but anyone is fine. Idk if that’s weird but yeah 😭 thanksss 🫶🏾

Miles Morales x Editor!Reader

I originally was writing a fic but it turned out shit, so I turned it into a HC list/fic.. and It also turned out shit 😭 i hope you enjoy it a bit though!

Warnings: mentions of injury and violence / r and miles bickering / r gets caught up in miles' spider-man stuff / r being a littleee bit of a stalker.. / not proofread / probably won’t make sense towards the end because I finsihed this at 3 am / I think that's it

Ok now.. this is a bit complicated since you have a very important job. You're an editor/photographer for the weekly newspaper in NYC. Which means... you have to give the people what they want, and that also means making your best friend sound like a maniac.

Miles knows you're an editor, it's not a secret you keep, or a thing you try to hide. He also knows that you have to take pictures of him.

"Miles, I need photos of you! Well.. not you, you, spider-man you." You said to him one evening when he swung you around New York for a date. (He didn't want to, it was your idea and he knew how excited you got whenever he did this.)

He'd stare at you like you were crazy and you'd talk for a minute about why.

"Well.. as long as you get my good side. Don't make me sound crazy either!"

You two spent the rest of the day after that taking photos and catching up about stuff that happened at school that miles missed.

Some of the photos turned out shit because he kept posing towards the camera when they're supposed to be off guard and while he's swinging or in action.

Though, one thing he told you was not to get involved when he was defending the city, minor or major.

"Alright.. but listen, don't try to put yourself in danger for a couple of photos. If you're anywhere near me when I'm actually in action on patrol, go home. You know I always meet you there, cariño."

He'd be very serious, which is rare between you two. It's always giggles and jokes.

Miles does not want you caught up in his hero life.

The photos you took prove to be good because you're printing them editing them and the papers sell like crazy.

Though, your boss tells you that he wants more. The photos are now boring and don't prove that he is crazy.

your boss is the crazy one.

"Sir.. I don't mean to go against you, but I wouldn't incriminate him. He's a hero to many of us here! Don't you think you're thinking a bit, dare I say, wrongly of him?"

There was a silence before he nodded his head slightly.

"Should I fire you right now?"

Let's just say that you're now on your way to film Miles in action.

Yes! This was incredibly stupid but... it would be awesome to see him yk..

You found him stopping a robbery at a bodega and took some shots of him without him knowing.

You pretty much followed him around as he was on patrol.

How?

Life 360 ;p

A boom sounded across Brooklyn and from where you and Miles were, it was pretty far.

He took off swinging and you stood there for a second thinking how you were supposed to get there in time.

You stole someone's skateboard.

Though, by the time you got there he was already fighting.. a man? A rhino..? What the fuck.

Miles was on it's back getting swung around yelling insults.

"Dude! How'd you get like this? I'm tryna get like you! I'm talking about muscle by the way.. not your face."

You snapped a couple of photos of the scene then, the Rhino guy threw him into a car. Ouch.

You were looking back at your film and realized that some of the photos were blurry and weren't focusing properly on them both.

You got closer

Which was your first mistake.

Your second was not realizing you accidentally turned your flash on when you thought you were adjusting your brightness of the photos.

That Rhino noticed you and so did Miles, whose masked eyes went wide.

And guess who noticed that? That fucking rhino.

He started to walk towards you and when you started backing up he went on all fours after you.

"I promise I'm not as entertaining as the spider! Leave me the fuck alone!" You squealed as you pushed past people and held your camera tight.

"I like when they run."

To not make this too long let’s just say miles successfully left the police a gift (rhino)

You got an ear full after

“What I did i say about that?? It hasn’t even been like.. a full week since we had that conversation!”

“I know, I know! But my boss said I haadddd to! And by the way you looked awesome, look at those photos.”

You two argued for a bit but he has still a bit upset at what you did.

You apologized by cleaning up his injuries and giving him kisses.

You stayed with him that night and he held you extra tight.

This didn’t turn out good at all but I wanted to finish this request because it’s long overdue 🙏

#black reader #reader insert #miles morales #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x you #into the spider verse #astv miles #astv x reader

[tubbocio]

Command me to be Well

c!Drunz/ 1.3k / angst

Note: Hello @bubble-popping! I'm your dreblr secret santa @dreblrsecretsanta :D I hope you enjoy!

It was a quiet night. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallways, mirroring the beat of his own heart; pounding in simultaneous anticipation and anxiety. 

He had messaged Punz about his new living situation and the other had immediately replied announcing his imminent visit. Dream tried to convince him not to come, but the mercenary seemed set on this path. And now here he was, pacing halls and checking his communicator for any message that might signal his arrival.

Finally, his communicator pinged.

<Punz>: I went through the portal, tell me when I should go back through.

Dream jerked forward a bit and walked toward the lever rapidly. Once he flipped it, he pulled up his communicator again.

<Dream>: ok go now

It was only a few seconds later that a figure stepped through the portal and into the Prison’s lobby. Mindlessly, Dream flipped the lever back down, breaking the portal, before going around the main desk and toward his partner in crime.

He grinned at Punz, “To what do I owe the pleasure, Punz?”

Punz looked around the room silently, before turning to look at Dream, “The prison, Dream?”

Immediately, Dream's smile fell. He rolled his eyes, “Yes, Punz.”

Punz crossed his arms and regarded Dream silently. The silence felt almost oppressive, Punz's gaze laid heavily on him. After a few moments, he finally spoke.

“Why?”

Dream threw his arms up and motioned to the room that surrounded them. His grin was back, this time less genuine than before.

“Look around, Punz. It's the most secure place on the server! Of course I'll make it my base.”

Punz didn't look happy with this response. Dream let his arms fall, his smile falling alongside them. He crossed his arms, mirroring Punz's pose.

“It's also the last place anyone would check for me,” Dream continued, “The only person that knows this place more than me is Awesam.”

“This is dangerous, Dream,” Punz finally said. The way he spoke, Dream almost felt like he was about to be lectured. He clenched his jaw and turned to head to his ‘bedroom’. He could hear Punz's footsteps following him as he continued speaking, “This is begging for Sam to find you in here and lock you up again.”

Dream let out a sardonic laugh, “It's too late for that one, Punz. I found him here the other day. For a few days, actually.” 

“What?” Punz hissed out, speeding up to try to catch up with Dream, “We have to get the fuck out of here, then.”

Dream rolled his eyes, using books and levers to open up the way to his makeshift bedroom, “I know what I'm doing, Punz. It's fine. I'm perfectly safe and–”

Punz reached out and grabbed Dream's arm, “Dream stop!” He exclaimed, staring at Dream who looked at him with a glare, “I don't want you to stay here and just put yourself at risk in the same damn hellhole that hurt you for the past year!”

Dream jerked his arm out of Punz's grasp, “You–” his voice shook, dripping with poison, “You don't know anything.”

Punz opened his mouth to argue, but Dream continued before he could.

“You don't get to- to pick and choose for me. You don't get to tell me how I can handle my hurt. I'm not a fucking damsel in distress. I'm not stupid, Punz. I know the risks, I know what happened here. It happened to me! I KNOW!”

He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily, staring at Punz who staree back at Dream with an indecipherable expression.

“So don't–” He stopped himself and turned around, “Just… don't.” 

The rest of the walk to the bedroom was tense, quiet. Dream doing all the motions and protocols as he stepped into the bedroom

The silence felt almost suffocating as Dream settled on the bed. He didn’t look over when he felt the bed dip beside him and felt a warm body sit next to his. He felt Punz’s fingers reach out and brush over the back of his neck as he reached behind him for a blanket. The touch burned in a way the lava on his skin never had. The fire spread down his neck and into his lungs, where his breath got caught the moment he’d felt the gentle touch. He sat still, not stiff, as Punz draped the blankets over them both and turned to look at him.

“Dream?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, despite the emptiness of the room.

Dream finally let himself turn to look at Punz, but the gentleness of his stare stole his breath out in one go and he couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath. Dream stared for what felt like hours, just looking, searching for answers in his gaze, before he finally dropped his gaze down to the white cotton shirt Punz had pulled on to sleep. It wasn’t stained, but it looked worn and thin. Dream considered getting him a new one before this train of thought was cut short by a hand laid over his. He immediately looked up once again at Punz’s stare, now filled with a sort of subdued sadness that he felt looked right into him.

Punz spoke up before he could look away again, voice just as quiet as before, “I’m-” A breath, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you, even if I was… worried. I just don't want you to be hurt.”

Dream didn’t look away, but he closed his eyes briefly, his instincts clawing and howling against this raw vulnerability he’d been presented with. Punz's voice was gentle, almost hesitant. He shook his head and looked down at their hands, now firmly tangled in each other’s. He took a deep breath, and squeezed Punz’s hand.

“Okay.” His voice was shaky and raw, something he almost cringed at. Something that almost made him let go and turn away from this. It was almost too much. Almost.

He felt a warm hand cup his face, and Punz pressed his forehead against his and rubbed his thumb over his cheek. Dream’s breath stuttered and he closed his eyes again. This is what playing with death felt like, he decided. It felt like gentle hands opening your chest and holding your seizing heart. Like loving words digging their way into your blood veins, infecting your heart and mind with an overwhelming sense of fear, love, and yearning. 

He breathed and opened his eyes. Punz was still looking at him with those eyes, holding gentleness you wouldn’t think possible. He reached up and placed his hand on the back of Punz’s neck, right where his blonde hair brushed over his fingertips. He had so much to say, so much to show, but if he moved, everything would change. Hands tangled in each other, hair brushing against his fingers, a warm hand on his cheek, and his forehead against his. A moment so special yet so dangerous, something he wished he could preserve and keep in his ender chest. Locked away and safe from prying eyes and ruthless words. From façades of hate and betrayal. 

Instead, he closed his eyes and relished in gentle, calloused, warm hands. In touch bringing comfort and not pain. In warmth that warmed his skin without melting it off. In words that were made just for him, not to hurt, but to love. 

He doesn’t know how long they stayed like this, but the moment was broken at the sound of a communicator ding. Dream tensed immediately, only then realizing how much he’d let himself settle down. Punz sighed and dropped his hand from his cheek.

“We should sleep, Dream.” 

They should. Dream didn’t reply.

“I need to get up early tomorrow so no one sees me come out of here.”

He did need to do that. Dream didn’t reply.

Punz looked at him, searched his face for an answer, “Dream?” 

Dream pulled his hand away from Punz’s neck and pulled back. He turned around and laid down in bed. He didn’t look back at Punz, but he could feel his stare searing the back of his head, “Goodnight, Punz.”

There was a pause, a sigh, and the rustling of sheets as Punz laid down beside him, “Goodnight, Dream.” 

Dream tried not to think about how resigned he sounded.

Bonus:

#fanart #my art #fic #dreblr #dreblrsecretsanta #the doodle is a little bad but please bear with me #c!drunz

[drawbauchery]

mayro and loogi movie 2023 let’s-a arrive

MOTHERFUCKIN UUHHHHH

MARIO BROS MOVIE THOUGHTS

it’s long, i talk about luigi a lot. and there are spoilers 

THE NOT GREAT STUFF

not enough luigi

where was luigi in the whole like second act where WAS he

idk missed opportunity for some development while he was captured. he could’ve interacted more with the other prisoners. or kamek & bowser. i feel like kamek taunting him about how bowser’s gonna kill the hell out of mario or something would’ve raised the emotional stakes a bit, like instead of sitting there waiting to be rescued luigi could be wanting to rescue mario himself 

he kinda just didn’t have any lines after getting captured, too....gimme something, movie.......he talked back to spike so easily, a little bit of defiance at some point would’ve been neat ;-; 

i saw one brilliant take that was like, bowser should’ve kept luigi around and “consulted” him about who mario is, and they’d both get just the teensiest more development that way, with both airing out their own insecurities. bowser thinking (knowing) he’s not good enough for peach and luigi wanting to be more like the brother he’s always counting on

luigi making clear he wants to be brave for once->more impact when he shields mario at the end

i was hoping for a prison break i’m gonna be real

and don’t get me wrong i LOVE kidnapping stories but i HATE it when the kidnapped isn’t allowed to do anything. wish they’d given luigi more flexibility to at least TRY something instead of essentially throwing him aside, y’know?

idk man just more luigi. 

also, pacing not good. pacing iffy. maybe bad

coming off the heels of the perfect pacing and flawless balancing of an ensemble that was puss in boots, i think moving some stuff around could’ve made room for my boy. they coulda done it.

specifically, the pacing was WAY too fast. i love when movies let emotions really sink in. luigi’s little flashback scene was really nice, more stuff like that pls

did peach ever even tell mario her name i forgot

NOT the bowser musical number i DREAMT of. hilarious af but i wanted A SONG. A BANGER. A 90′s DISNEY VILLAIN BOP

not a fan of the played out peach/bowser forced marriage stuff but it’s mario what are you gonna do

no luigi power-ups what’s up with that

the freaking illumination dog design threw me off so badly i was almost brought out of the mario immersion. i was thinking nothing could be bad enough to make me not excited to be sitting in that theater and then the fucking dog showed up. straight out of secret life of pets. it also should’ve been a scarier big dog. (his nod of approval at the end was good though 100/10)

and look mario’s a cutie pie, a sweetheart, wanna squish his lil cheeks, i loved him being ABSOLUTELY terrified of bowser when they met because who the fuck wouldn’t be, but in the end luigi is still so much more interesting to me 8′D

NO BOWSER JR. CAMEO?????

why the FUCK didn’t bowser and luigi kiss

THE GREAT STUFF

luigi

luigi’s voice

luigi’s pathetic little meeps and yelps and being so squishable

luigi & mario

mario & luigi

THEY WERE SO GODDAMN SWEET AND CUTE AND GOOD

mario tearing through the alleys like a beast and just. instinctively opening gates and leaving pathways for luigi. not in a “hurry up and pull your weight” kind of way, but like. a doting, considerate way that showed he just wanted to make things easier for his brother. i was crying screaming they were just so soft

i did NOT expect to see their family. that’s the kind of grounding, humanizing scene i was hoping for

luigi trying to eat. let him eat

mario playing kid icarus. he’s besties with pit in subspace. pit/mario friendship real

the luma

luigi doing a mic drop with his phone and just going O-O when it breaks

all the poses. all the music cues. all the mario kart. i’m a relatively new fan of mario ok i didn’t grow up with any of the games besides luigi’s mansion--

KING BOO CAMEO BTW AAAAYYYY

--but even i was squealing at all the references. like, all the moves from the games are there. down to the way mario and luigi run. and all the power-ups, and the enemies, it’s ALL THERE

but especially that mario kart scene, that’s one game i play religiously so the part where they’re choosing what their karts look like TICKLED me gdfksld

DIDDY KONG DIDDY KONG DIDDY KONG

yo were mario and donkey kong kinda.....were they like.....*flips hand* y’know.....?

action scenes were all stellar. had no right to go that hard. 

blue shell being a relentless, vicious force of evil

peach power-ups

peach’s wedding dress

peach in general 

toad and his kart of choice

“lu”

“you can’t be scared all the time, luigi” “you’d be surprised”

“my dad thinks i’m a joke too” “well your dad is RIGHT”

a lot of people don’t want mario and peach to ever end up together, and as a rabid hater of zelda/link i COMPLETELY understand and could not be more sympathetic. but i do ship mario and peach so i personally really liked their little flirty moments 

luigi bringin mario some spaghetti 

nice little snippets of characters like bowser and dk having underlying problems. leaves lot open for sequels n spinoffs.........i’m sure that totally wasn’t their intention...........

me: “if mario doesn’t grab bowser by the tail, twirl him around and throw him, then i don’t wanna know about it”

movie: *has mario and luigi do this TOGETHER*

me: “a    h”

bringing the fight to brooklyn had me so excited and i don’t even know why

THE 80′S SONGS HELLO???

bowser’s castle looking like a rave like in the og games

nervous bowser

the 4 hour long sex scene between luigi and bowser was so tastefully done, i was impressed and moved 

memory bad but i WILL probably add MORE

#text #super mario bros movie #smb #mario #mario spoilers

[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 2

Author’s note: First of all: thank you. Thank for reading that first chapter and for all the reblogs, likes and comments. Like, wow. I wasn't expecting it. At all. Especially because when I first shared this story with a friend to have a second opinion, I thought it was a weak first chapter 😅 So, again, thank you very much, and like I said yesterday on the new chapter of Declan's story, welcome to all the new people who started following me! 💜

There are things on this chapter similar to the ones we've currently seeing with both the men and women's teams at St. George's Park, but it is just a coincidence, I wrote this weeks ago. Did I manifest it? Maybe 👀😂 Anyway, thanks for reading, and hope you like it! 💜

Previous chapter | Next chapter

Masterlist

(tap/click to enlarge)

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“Hello there” Emily says, opening the door of my car.

“Hello” I reply, getting out and giving her a hug.

“It’s so nice to have you back. We missed you last time.”

“I missed you too. And hello everyone” I say to Eddie, the photographer, and the camera men who are filming the arrivals.

“Oh, someone else is here” Emily says, moving towards the car that just arrived behind mine. “One sec.”

“No problem” I say, focusing on getting all my things from the car and not forgetting anything.

“Mason!” I hear Emily say behind me.

“Fuck” I whisper, the bag with my boots falling from my hands as the driver gives it to me.

“It’s alright, miss” he says, helping me pick them up.

“Do you need any help?” Emily asks behind us.

“We are fine. Just clumsy” I reply with a nervous laugh. “Thank you very much, sir” I say to the driver, moving towards the door. But before I can ignore Mason, he is standing next to me.

“Hi” he smiles. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Yeah” I mutter, trying to smile and not look like an idiot.

“Ok, passports” Emily says when we are inside the building. “And you don’t know how things work now, do you?” she asks me.

“Leah has told me a bit about it.”

“Oh, good. You’ll see that nothing much has changed. And...” she says, looking out the door “someone else just arrived, I better go. Mason, why don’t you show her around?”

“Sure. I’ll be her tour guide” he says to Emily before she leaves.

“You don’t have to do it. You probably want to meet the others.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of time to see them during these days” he smiles again. Damn it, he’s so handsome when he smiles. “Shall we?” he asks, gesturing towards the corridor in front of us.

“Wait, before you leave” Eddie says behind us. “Can I get a photo of you two together? You are two fan favorites.”

“For the fans then” Mason laughs while grabbing me by the waist, his touch making me feel things despite the layers of clothing.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“Did you have the basketball court last time you were here?” Mason asks when we walk pass it.

“No, we didn’t.”

“Do you play?”

“I actually do, yes.”

“Then we must have a little game when we all are free. Let’s see if your hands are as talented as your feet” he says with a smirk.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“I can’t believe Eddie made you pose together” Leah says, laying on my bed while checking all the photos from today, picking one to post on her Instagram. “I’m sure he also ships you.”

“Definitely” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I wonder what his fans will say when they see it. Will they go wild? Will they ship you? Will they hate you?”

“I guess we’ll find out soon. He just posted it” I say, showing Leah my phone.

“Let the games begin!” she laughs.

“Speaking of games” I say, putting my phone down and not wanting to look at it until tomorrow. ���He asked me to play basketball with him later when we are free. Will you join us? I’m sure Declan will be there too.”

“Bffs vs. bffs? I’m in” she says with a mischievous smile.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“Where did you learn to play like that?” Declan asks, lying on the floor.

“My mum used to play when she was younger and she taught me” I say, shooting another basket.

“And it goes in clean. Again. I can’t believe it” Mason laughs next to me.

“Annoying, isn’t it?” Leah says, sitting next to Declan.

“Very” he replies, still lying on the floor. “Let’s try again tomorrow. I’m not leaving St. George’s without winning against you at least once.”

“Good luck with that” I say, shooting again, the ball easily going in.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“Wow, someone had a bad day yesterday” I say the next day, finally checking my notifications.

“Mason fan?”

“That’s what she says. Stay away from him, you filthy gunner bitch. Go suck Arteta’s ****. And yes, whoever this was, censored that last word.”

“No way” Leah laughs. “But why him? He isn’t your coach or anything.”

“Who knows. Maybe he is the only one from Arsenal this person knew” I shrug. “But whoever this is, just got blocked.”

“Good. Is anyone shipping you with Mason?”

“You are so funny” I say, throwing a pillow to her face as someone knocks on the door.

“I’ll answer” Leah says, throwing the pillow back at me.

“Hello girls” says Hannah, our team’s social media manager. “I’m afraid there’s been a change of plans and you won’t be having a free morning. There is some content that we didn’t have time to finish yesterday and that must be shot today. I’ll meet you downstairs in 5 minutes.”

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“Leah, you’ll be doing a TikTok challenge with some others over there” Hannah says, pointing to a table set at the other side of the pitch. “And you will be filming a game for YouTube with Mason.”

“With Mason?” Leah and I say at the same time, she definitely more excited than me.

“Is there any problem with it?” Hannah asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all” Leah says with a big smile.

“What’s the game about?” I ask Hannah as I follow her to where Mason is already waiting.

“Remember the one Chilly and Declan did, the one about the food?”

“How could I. That winner was an insult to everyone who loves food” I laugh. And it isn’t as if I’ve watched it way too many times because Ben looked stupidly handsome. Declan too, not gonna lie.

“This one is about Marvel characters, trying to pick the best super hero” Hannah explains.

“That sounds fun.”

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“I can’t believe Wanda didn’t make it to the final” I say to Mason once we’ve finished the game. “She definitely was the most powerful one! And you chose Thor!”

“Because he is a God!”

“Wanda was able to destroy one of the infinity stones!”

“And then she went nuts. I wouldn’t put my life in her hands.”

“Ok, that’s rude. She was grieving”.

“Sorry” he shrugs. “But at least we agree on the winner.”

“Kind of” I say. “I still think it’s a tie between Spiderman and Captain America.”

“But if it was the end of the world, what could Captain America do for you? Spiderman could fly you away, take you somewhere safe. And he is as strong as Steve.”

“I know, I know. But only if there are trees or buildings around. In the desert they both would be equal.”

“Fine” Mason says, rolling his eyes. “You are a stubborn one, aren’t you?”

“She’s very stubborn” Aaron says, showing up out of nowhere.

“Where did you come from?” I say. “You scared me!”

“I was filming over there. If you didn’t see me, it was because you were too busy with Mason” he smiles. I give him my most murderous look in return, but his smile just goes wider.

“Anyway, I better go find Leah” I say, looking for an excuse to escape from them.

“Are we still playing basketball later today?” Mason asks as I leave.

“Yeah, sure” I say.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

When Leah and I go downstairs, Mason and Declan are already waiting. Them, and Aaron and Ben.

“What are you two doing here?” I ask them.

“We wanted to be part of the fun” Aaron says.

“Meaning that he wanted to see Mase and I being destroyed by you” Declan says.

“That too” Aaron replies with one of his smiles.

“So you are not playing?” Leah asks. “Cowards.”

“We play together all the time. Let them be the ones to suffer” Ben says, not lifting his eyes from his phone.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

“C’mon Mase, you can do it!” Reece says, cheering for his teammate. A little crowd has formed around us, most of them cheering for Leah and I and making fun of Mason and Declan. Eddie is taking photos while someone else is filming, already planning to upload this to YouTube.

“That was so bad, Declan!” Coady yells, he and Mings laughing like crazy.

“If this one goes in, we win” I say, looking at Mason.

“First you’ll have to get pass me” he smirks, already in position to defend.

“There she goes!” Aaron yells as I attack.

“And it goes in!” Leah screams behind me. Everyone around us starts cheering, while Declan dramatically falls to the floor, Mason standing with his arms on his hips.

“Sorry” I say, giving him my best smile. He just shakes his head while licking his lips, and I find myself staring until someone comes to congratulate me and bring me back to reality.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

The rest of the days with the national team go by quickly. It’s mostly training, playing the friendly games and enjoying our free time. Turns out that mixing both teams has been a great idea.

“My tagged photos on Instagram are all Mason” I say to Leah on the car back home.

“He isn’t that bad, is he?”

“He isn’t, he is really nice. You and Aaron were right about that. But look, it’s like I am on his account, not mine” I say, showing her my phone.

“That happens when you spend all your free time with him and Eddie is around” she says with a big smile.

“We are just friends” I say, rolling my eyes.

“For now.”

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[peachypinkygloss]

Ayo wait, I had an idea and I just have to share it with you because I think you’ll ✨get it✨.

When I was on the road today, two jackasses sped off and were trying to race and of course that immediately made me think of those BTS motorsport edits. My brain decided to then side track and get horny. Imagine you and Jimin are in an established relationship and he finally shared his motorsport love with you; you’re happy he has his own passion and interests but because of the threat to his safety it poses, you dislike it. Every time he tells you he’s going out for a drive your blood turns cold and you feel sick with worry. Jimin obviously doesn’t like that; he wants to share the hobby with you and show you why he loves it so much… but you’re a very stubborn case.

So one night (now this is where it gets a bit dark/yandere) he kidnaps you and takes you on a ride. At first it’s just a smooth night cruise which leads you to wonder what has gotten into him? He could have just asked! But then he puts more and more pressure on the gas, accelerating the vehicle. “Jimin? What are you?” He cuts you off, a hand decked out in fat rings gripping your thigh. “Do you want to know why I race? I like to feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. I like the excitement, the fear, the anticipation, the beauty in the fine lines between life and death. Each time I hit the gas, I think of your wet pussy and how good it feels around my cock. And when I win? It’s like I just fucked you and I’m ready for round two. Every race is like a little death; I can never get enough.” It was his drug, racing, and so were you.

“So tonight, I plan on teaching you a lesson, one petite mort at a time.”

So yea, that idea has been squirrelling its way into my head lately. Look forward to that at some point; how’s your day? 🥴🥴🥴

• ㅡㅅㅡ anon

ok, damn?? i gotta share this with everybody lol 😼

totally see jimin doing that, always wanting to be in control, a literal daredevil 🫢 he's so hot tbh

thanks for sending me this idea 🫶🏻 my day was good!! hope yours was too 🤍 x

#💌 [asks] #ㅡㅅㅡ anon

[lightning-bringer]

Hello there! I'd like to know if you would be up to do a Miss Fortune romantic headcanon? (It can be both sfw and nsfw if you are ok with it :3) btw, thanks for the attention! Have a nice day :D

I love Miss fortune so much I’m so happy with your request! I’m sorry for the long  wait, but I hope you like it and have a nice day too! (also I made it x Reader ‘cause I love her so so so much)

SFW headcanons

First things first, Sarah Fortune has a lot of scars. I know that’s not actually said anywhere or shown, but the wounds gangplank caused where very serious and with the life she lives, of course she has a ton of scars on her body

That being said, she will only let someone she trusts a lot touch them. Even during sex, she makes it clear she does not want hands lingering for too long on the particularly big marks on her back

Now when it comes to you, Miss Fortune would relish in your touches even if she tries to keep it cool. She had to keep up a pose for so long that it takes her a lot to actually show how she feels

(The flirty remarks and smirks are not a lie but definitely another layer of protection)

Also, she’d demand you call her Sarah. She wouldn’t like to her the tittle of Miss Fortune coming from your mouth. Even in front of her crew or to-be allies, to you she’s Sarah and Sarah only

And she loves to have other people knowing that you too are close. She’s flirty to mostly everyone but there’s always the special smirk and longing looks directed to you, and no one dares to say anything for their own good

Miss Fortune’s love language is probably touch and words of affirmation (though she might be secretly ashamed of the last one ‘cause it makes her feel weak to need to be told she’ll do fine. She knows she will)

so she will hug you as soon as you’re alone. She will demand cuddles and she’ll whisper nice things to you and expect even nicer in return

Her strong facade always breaks a little bit around you, and in the beginning she would hate it so much to the point of actually getting angry towards you. She spent years and years going by fine, without help, and now she’s so vulnerable around someone else

It’s fairly scary

Which also means Sarah would be very protective, but not in a controlling way. She doesn’t ask much if you don’t want to talk, doesn’t interfere with you personal business because she wouldn’t want to interefere with hers, but she will kill at the mere idea of a threat to you

She has already lost too much, too many people that are important to her. She can’t afford to lose you too, and she makes that very clear. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to kill her first

Oh and Sarah loves to do your hair, doesn’t matter if it’s long or short she’ll find ways to style it, ask to wash it for you, and if you want to help her to do hers just ask, she won’t say no

It’s hard for her to come to terms with loving someone (because it means trusting them and being vulnerable), but once she does, it’s all about reciprocity and trust. 

Sarah is serious in public but shows a lot of love and vulnerability in private, you just have to be patient and help her overcome her personal issues and trauma

NSFW headcanons

Call her Captain in bed, I dare you. She’ll fuck you like you’re a ragdoll lol

Actually Sarah might even feel a little bad that she finds it so hot when you call her Captain, because everyone calls her that it she should be level headed about it... but grab her coat, pull her in and whisper “Yes captain?” against her mouth and she breaks

Also she’s a switch ‘cause amem? Will she spith the naughtiest things in order to taunt you to fuck her hard, or will she hold your arms behind your back and tease you with her expert fingers? Who knows?

But either way she’s an attentive lover. A tease, but attentive. Miss Fortune does her best to pay attention to your reactions and be sure you’re comfortable with everything that’s going on, also to learn exactly what makes you break quickly

She won’t ask every five seconds, because this is also about reciprocity, she trusts you to say if you don’t like what she’s doing, but she likes to know, to be able to read you like an open book

The longer she spends with a lover, the better sex with her gets, and sex with her is always great, so you can imagine. That’s because she will try very hard to please you in every way

She’ll learn everything she can to make you break very fast and won’t hesitate to use it all 

(Clearly Sarah feels pleasure when giving pleasure so be ready for orgasm after orgasm... she is mearciless when it comes to that)

Oh and she laughs at you. Like, not in a mean way (only sometimes, if that’s the mood), but more in a fond way. She’ll say stuff like 

“Oh look at you, I love the way you shake when you cum” and laugh fondly way absolutely not stopping because why would she lol

This is not exactly NSFW, but I see her as having a preference for women/non-men. It’s less usual for her to be attracted to a man, so if you’re a guy and her lover, you definitely lucked out in here

Sarah really likes to dirty talk and she’s insanely good at it, but if you manage to say just the right things, she’ll break. She might be better, but she also has her weak spots

I already said about calling her Captain, but if you tell her good she’s making you feel, say that you want more of that, that she can do what she wants with you

DAMN THE WOMAN WILL LOSE IT

(also she likes to have her hair pulled but she won’t say it, it’ll have to be a discovery)

And lastly, Sarah loves a good game of control, to have you argue/fight with her for it, and she will give it to you if you make it worth it

#lol #league of legends #miss fortune #sarah fortune #miss fortune x reader #sarah fortune x reader #league of legends miss fortune #lol miss fortune #miss fortune headcanon #miss fortune headcanons #sarah fortune headcanons #sarah fortune headcanon #lol writing #league of legends writing #miss fortune request #sarah fortune request

[frenchfrywrites]

I posted 3,556 times in 2022

That's 2,346 more posts than 2021!

1,794 posts created (50%)

1,762 posts reblogged (50%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@frenchfrywrites

@belphieslilcow

@cypherleaf

@toxicshumai

@totally-original-artist

I tagged 3,356 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#french fry replies - 1,457 posts

#obey me - 739 posts

#spice - 612 posts

#p/iss - 279 posts

#thirst - 233 posts

#twst - 212 posts

#mammon - 195 posts

#french fry talks - 190 posts

#srb - 125 posts

#lucifer - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#hes so beautiful thank you 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭💖💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺😭😭💖💖💖🥰🥰🥺🥰😳😳😳🥺😭💖💖🥰😭🥺😳😳😳💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🥺😭💖

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

After studying your rules carefully, I believe this request is alright! Inspired by my earlier ask, would it be alright to do trans leona, malleus and lilia headcanons for reader using a Bluetooth vibrator in class? I hope that's okay! I'm getting a bit braver. - Woodsy

Leona, Malleus, and Lilia with a vibe throughout the day

MINORS DNI

Malleus

He’s very very confident that he can keep his composure

And unsurprisingly he totally can

You wouldn’t be able to tell that there’s a single thing wrong with him

For the whole day he goes about everything as usual

Doesn’t matter if you go from lowest to highest setting in a second

The most you’ll get from him is maybe a squeak that he masks as a cough

However 😈... 

Once the day is done he’s hopelessly desperate 

You’ll find that he’s cum multiple times throughout the day and his underwear are soaked

He’ll easily beg, and do anything to get the vibrator out of him

Malleus could do this every day if that's what you wanted.

He loves it and no one would ever figure it out

Lilia

Uh oh

Lilia is about to have a very challenging day

He loves the feeling of the vibrator and is trying so hard to contain himself and keep his composure

He surprisingly does pretty well 

He's just kinda noisy when you shift the controls 

He's very good with improvising excuses though, if anyone is to pry 

Any time he sees you on your phone he squirms in his seat

Nearing the end of the day he has to bite his lip and tongue a lot to hold back how badly he wants to react

He'll beg to be fucked as soon as you two are alone, because honestly I don't think he got off despite enjoying himself

Even if people are passing by, he does not care he is needy

If denied, he will absolutely cry

Loves to do this, because he can somewhat pay attention and he loves how desperate it makes him

Leona

See the full post

417 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

beel: man this edible aint shit.

beel 30 minutes later (family guy dead pose)

REAL!!!!

439 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#3

I have an ideaaaa >:) what if MC (amab) was sleeping with the brothers and they(the bro’s) had a wet dream? In the form of headcannons if that’s ok ^-^

P.s this is my first time requesting anything so I’m sorry if I did sumn wrong :,))

Bros have a wet dream with you in the bed with them

MINORS DNI

warnings: hints of somno, edging, and overstim

You def didn't do anything wrong!! Sorry I didn't really focus on readers genitals so i didn't work in the amab bit of your rq but i hope you like this anyways :)

Lucifer

He doesn’t move around much when he sleeps, so you’ll wake up from his noises rather than his movements.

At first you might think he’s in pain because it's unusual for him to be moaning in his sleep

But you know he isn't because he looks more relaxed than he has all week

He'll stir a bit, but only very slowly grinds his dick against the bed

It's kinda a wonder how he cums in the end, but through very little friction his does

Through the whole process he won't wake up (even if you try to wake him)

He also won’t wake up after he’s cum

Will pretend the event did not happen

If you ask about the dream later, he pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about and will only tell you through bribery

Mammon

clings to you like a koala when you sleep together

so it isn’t that surprising when you wake to something hard poking you

He's very drooly and whimpery and adorable

He'll likely wake up a bit after he starts to hump your thigh like a mutt

He’s disgruntled, then upon realizing his little problem, he somehow tries to push the blame onto you

He'll want your help in getting him off and he'll do any amount of begging to get your hand around or in him

Feel free to humiliate him or baby him about the situation btw, he'd love that

Won't last long enough to do a whole round before cumming

But! He will let you fuck him through a second orgasm after he's cum if you want

He'll tell you about the dream but not after complaining about it

Leviathan’s

First of all: his bathtub does not allow for much room between the two of you

He'll be fully pressed against you as sleeps, clutching onto your clothes or hands

See the full post

538 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#2

I lov your horny writing so much.. Could i request hcs for making the twst third years squirt?

Making the twst third years squirt

MINORS DNI

Trey 

He lets out a very shocked, choked moan

He looks very caught off guard lol

His eyes are wide and mouth open

Afterwards he’s a bit speechless

He might apologize for getting you all wet (but in a way that tells you he really isn’t all that sorry hehe)

He likes seeing how he made you wet from his orgasm 

Cater

Very very vocal when he squirts

He’s whiny and his voice cracks a lot too 

Meanwhile his whole body tenses and trembles

Afterwards he takes one second to breathe

And then he is excitedly babbling about how that felt

Wants to do it again immediately 

Overstimulation be damned

Leona

Grips onto whatever he can with extreme force

If he’s holding onto sheets, they’re gonna rip. If it’s your skin, prepare for scratches 

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan

Lots and lots of purring afterwards ofc

So cuddly and sappy and sweet

He goes from beast to sweetheart all from one very good (and wet) orgasm 

Idia

When he squirts he shakes and jerks a lot

If you aren’t already, you might want to hold onto his thighs because otherwise they’ll clamp shut

His eyes roll up into his head and he drools

He’s simultaneously freaked out and so dazed afterwards

See the full post

640 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

can i req smth with tummy bulge and breeding with malleus and lilia? id like to be more specific but im all out of brain juice so ill let u be LMAO :')

Tummy bulge and breeding with Lilia + Malleus

MINORS DNI

Malleus

He didn’t know he’d be into either one of these things, but takes to it like white on rice

I think, as a dragon fae, there’s something about a breeding kink that itches the hind part of his brain

He’ll really like it if you refer to yourself as his mate

It just feels right and makes him feel all gooey inside

(plus omg it just enforces that you love him enough to mate, please lmao his heart is doing cartwheels)

As for the tummy bulge-

It just drives him a but crazy that you’re so big you can fuck around his insides to make room for yourself

I think he was terrified the first time he saw it but when he realizes it’s you he’s awestruck and unable to look away

When he reaches down he’s so gentle

It never gets old for him he’ll always be taken aback and horny over it

Lilia

Oh my fucking god Lilia loses his shit over both breeding and tummy bulges

He loves raising kids and having you talk dirty about fucking him full of yours has him cumming quick

When you cum in him he’ll make you stay inside to make sure it “takes” 

Or if you do pull out he’ll finger the cum that threatens to slip out back into himself

He’ll take to any parental title too, mommy, daddy, or simply mate

All of them make his heart flutter and his dick twitch

(He’ll def call you mommy/daddy/mate too, whatever you prefer)

He’s also so tiny it’s easy to get his tummy to bulge

He likes to stroke it with both his hands, massaging you through his skin

But he also likes it when you touch the bulge (so he might guide your hands to touch him there)

He wants you to tell him that you’re fucking into his womb and filling it up 

Makes him frenzied and insane !!

644 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#i kept this in my drafts forever bc im embarrassed i rbed from myself the most

[finniestoncrane]

Hey Finnie!! I've been a little nervous and hesitant to do this bc I always scream a little when you reply to my asks but I wanted to be a part of your 1k celebration too!! I'm super curious which rogue you'd pair me with, even if you already know my preference for Riddler, haha

I'm English (I hope you can forgive me), 5'0 and quite chubby. I almost always dye my hair, either hot pink or icy blonde usually, and have a mix of a punk and goth clothing style. When it comes to.music, I listen to a mix of things, but I especially like jumping between Doja Cat, Elton John, Green Day and Slipknot. As you know, I really enjoy drawing and painting and creating in any way I can.

As for hobbies, I really enjoy playing story-based and puzzle solving video games over FPS games, however I love combat in games. I'm also a bit of a horror fanatic, primarily I love horror painters but also greatly enjoy horror video games and movies. Because of this I quite enjoy reading about the occult and pagan beliefs or traditions, especially about mythical creatures or local folklore.

Something I love the most and will drop almost anything to do is listen to my friends and partner talk about their special interests. I'm much more of a listener than a talker, if I can help it, and I love seeing other be passionate and excited. I love to cook for my friends and I'd like to think I'm a rather decent cook. I worry that I've already written too much so I'll stop there!!

Congrats on 1k Finnie!! You deserve it so fucking much and I'm super excited to see even more love for your fics in the future!! 💕

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: thank you!! ;-; 💚 yeah i was picking a riddler, because you've got riddler vibes! but the riddler i picked is maybe unexpected... 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

(i forgive you, truly lmao) ok so body wise, being thick is a plus for him 100%, and same with the fun hair. he's not boring, he might look it, but someone colourful and bright on his side would help other people realise that he's fun too

also look at him and tell me he isn't suppressing his true goth side, pasty ass

he probably doesn't have a favourite genre of music, he'd be happy to listen to anything, as long as it wasn't too loud or distracting, but hey, anything can be good background music at the right volume, so you could probably introduce him to new bands

ok the egomaniac in him would be so 100% down to be your ~muse~ and pose for your drawings, like life modelling, nude or otherwise, his body looks great either way and he'd be so supportive of you making him look even better in your art

puzzle solving games would be his favourite thing to do with you i bet! maybe other games too, just to spend time with you, but allowing himself to do what he loves, riddles and puzzles, in a sort of relaxing and fun manner would be so good for him

he looks like the kind of boring guy who would be very secretly into the occult and pagan practices. and you could teach him everything you know, because his riddles would be a lot more effective in striking fear in the idiots around him if they could mistake them for ooky-spooky satanic doom mongering

dropping everything to listen to him? that's the key here. he's pretty needy and self-involved, but he'd try and not be so bad with you. but he'd definitely enjoy having someone forget everyone else in the world just to sit and listen to everything he had to say. he's a talker, a rambler actually, so a listener is perfect for him

and food would definitely be one of his love languages, especially receiving it! sitting down to a nice meal (i am just picturing that frame of him looking exceptionally delicious and pointing the fork) and being able to flirt over something delicious is his ideal date

#finnie writes #finnie1k

[fatalezr]

The Smugglers

Lilly could tell she was being watched as she undid the buttons on her white beach shirt and stripped it off to reveal her lime green bikini, with triangle cups for the top and high cut bikini bottoms. She didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed it. She pretended to not notice and sat alone on the sandy beach before applying sunscreen to her body and face, letting the warm sun wash over her trim body.

'That should have got their attention' she thought as she sat. There was no-one else on the beach sunbathing. It was several miles from Miami and off a deserted track that was off limits and labelled a private road. She was wearing large sunglasses and took her phone out of her tote bag, posing for a few pictures as if she was an Instagram model.

It did not take long before she saw a young man walking over to her, a short-sleeved shirt and swimshorts on his toned body. He had golden locks for his hair. Lilly looked him up and down as he approached. "Hey" he said as he approached, "you know this is a private beach yeah?"

Lilly peered over the top of her sunglasses at him. "Well I was kind of hoping so, yeah" she said. "What are you doing on it?"

The young man laughed. "It's my beach, well, my uncle's...actually. He owns the land between the cove and the rest of the bay over there".

"Oh" Lilly said, looking confused, "but I was told this is the place to come. Hey, you know Nick?"

"Nick?" the man asked.

"Yeah" Lilly nodded, "cute guy, in town for some investment conference or something - he told me we could hang here today".

"Oh that Nick" the man said, "yeah, yeah, I know him. He comes down here a bit, sorted the odd deal here or there".

"Well whatever, I'm thinking he might have stood me up" Lilly sighed, "and all I wanted to do was carry on the party. He told me it was real fresh around here...".

The man looked at her lying in her bikini and Lilly could tell the debate he was having with himself. "How'd you get here?" he asked, "you got a car?"

Lilly shook her head. "Hitched a ride from the city"

"Well" the man said, "if Nick's been an asshole and made you hitch out here and he hasn't shown, then....then maybe you could hang with me and a couple of friends?"

"You and a couple of friends?" Lilly said, looking round the deserted beach.

"Yeah, we got a place just along. Couple of cold beers, couple of other bits here or there..."

Lilly thought hard for a few seconds before nodding. "OK, but don't be a letdown like your friend".

"Oh no, I would never, I mean damn if Nick's not around today..." His voice trailed off as he looked at Lilly again as she stood. "I'm Frankie by the way" he said, holding out his hand.

"Lilly" she replied, taking it and giggling after they had formally shook. "It's nice around here," she said.

"Yeah" Frankie said, "fucking paradise, real cool stuff". They started to saunter along the beach next to one another. "You're not from round here originally?" he asked her.

"Northeast originally" Lilly said, "but I've been travelling recently. Had a bit of a change of careers and wanted to get out and see a bit more of the country".

"That's cool" Frankie said, "you travelling alone?"

"No, I've got my girls with me" Lilly said, smiling, "they're cool. They let me be me but we've got each other's backs at all times". It was true. Even now she thought about Lucia, Petra, Katya and of course, Marina and how she loved each of them dearly. "What about you?" Lilly asked, "you stand around here all day? Guard your uncle's beach?"

"Erm...something like that" Frankie said, "he's got a lot of investments and I help, well, yeah, I help take care of them".

They continued the small talk as they walked, Lilly trying to probe a little more as to Frankie's mysterious uncle and laughing at his jokes. The sun beat down on them as they approached the end of the beach. "Hey, where we going?" she asked him.

"Like I say, there's a cove" Frankie said, "just over here". He pointed ahead of them and Lilly could see that the rocks indeed started to give way to a cove that was overgrown with trees and reeds. It would be almost impossible to see it from the air. "Here, let me help you" Frankie said, stepping on the rocks first and helping Lilly up and over them. "It's just here, our little private place"

"Nice" Lilly said, as she looked in. The cove had some natural light that hit it but was mainly dark. There was a small generator that could evidently be used to give power if need be and it looked like there were several boxes but what was in them she could not tell. She saw three other people, two men and a woman. The men both wore short-sleeve shirts and shorts like Frankie had done while the woman wore denim mini-shorts and a white bandeau bikini top. They gave the new arrival a suspicious glance.

"Hey Frankie, who's this?" one of the guys said. He was older, with white hair and a small scar on his cheek.

"Relax Zay, she's a friend of Nick's. Got stood up today".

"That fucking useless..." Zay responded annoyed but then calmed and looked at Lilly. "Sorry. He's unreliable at times".

"That's all good," she replied. "I'm Lilly, just here to hang out"

"Oh that's nice" Zay said, "but we can't do that today, sorry".

Lilly looked taken aback. "I was told here's a good place to, you know, chill, and party". She smiled a cocky smile at Zay.

"Normally yeah" Zay said and he turned to Frankie. "You remember what fucking day this is? Or your uncle needs me to start babysitting you now?"

"What the fuck Zay?" Frankie said, "it's not here for three, four hours. We got time".

"No we ain't got fucking..." Zay trailed off in his tense response and looked at Lilly, "I'm sorry, we just got some work to do today".

Lilly feigned disappointment. "Well, if you say so. Guess I'll head back to the city".

"I'm sorry" Zay said, "some other time". He glared angrily at Frankie.

"I'll...I'll go and walk back with you. Make sure you're safe on the road" Frankie offered to Lilly.

"That would be nice," Lilly smiled in return. She turned to the other occupants of the cove. "Bye" she said, waving.

"There's a shortcut this way" Frankie offered, "it'll get you back in no time". He pointed further into the cove and cave. Lilly gave him her hand and he walked her past the other two members of the group who were sitting and listening to some music softly through headphones.

Lilly noted all the details she could. She passed a couple of dirt bikes, a quad bike and then got taken onto a hidden dirt path. "Disguised entrance" she said to Frankie, "very nice. Sorry if I got you in trouble" she added once she was certain they were out of earshot of the others and starting to climb the path.

"It's cool" Frankie said, "it's just work you know. Zay's a bit of a hard-ass at times but Uncle, you know, Uncle likes him. Hey, you want to maybe hang tomorrow?" he offered.

Lilly smiled at him again. "Sure, let me get your number". She took her phone from the tote bag and let him input his number into it. As he did so, her hand closed around something else in her bag. He showed her the number once he had finished putting it in under the name Frankie. "Thanks" she said, raising the tote bag a little.

Pap-pap-pap. She pumped the trigger on the suppressed Ruger LCP and watched as the bullets hit Frankie in the stomach. He dropped the phone and looked at her quizzically but she simply took the gun from her bag and aimed professionally at his head. Pap. She popped him and he dropped quietly on to the path, dead. Lilly quickly checked her surroundings. They were clear and she pulled his body from the path and into some thicket where it was out of sight.

She picked up her phone and bag and headed along the path she had been going along quickly. She emerged near the road and some trees and looked around expectantly.

"Alright girl" Lucia's voice next to her ear made her jump.

"Fuck" Lilly said, "you can fucking creep up on someone pretty well when needs be"

Lucia shrugged but looked pleased with herself. "Sure" she said, "it's a talent". She was wearing a black tank top and shorts and carrying a holdall that Lilly knew contained weapons for an assault. "What's it look like down there?"

"Four bodies, only three moving now" Lilly said, giving Lucia a grin. "They're definitely getting a delivery tonight, in the next three, maybe four hours".

"Guns?"

"I saw a couple," Lilly said, "one older guy carrying at the hip, another pistol underneath a chair. Nothing we can't handle".

"OK then" Lucia said, putting the holdall down and unzipping it. "Guess it's time to get busy". She handed Lilly a holster. "Get that on you".

Lilly accepted it gratefully. It strapped around her waist but also around her thighs to keep it tight to her body. She felt like a badass in her bikini that was sensual and revealing but then powerful with the holster that could hold her weapons. Lucia handed her a couple of spare magazines and then a Beretta Px4 and a long suppressor. She threaded them together before loading a magazine of bullets and chambering a round, ready to kill again.

Satisfied that she was ready, she turned to see Lucia had taken off her vest and shorts to reveal a black and white polka dot halter bikini top and brazilian bottoms. She was wearing a shoulder holster that already held a suppressed handgun and she was threading the suppressor onto an FN-P90. "You think you're the only one who gets to look cute today?" she said to Lilly, "hey if there's two things I like it's a nice bikini and a nice machine gun". She added emphasis to her point by chambering a round in the FN-P90. She brought the gun up to her shoulder, supporting the foregrip with her hand and looking down the scope. "Let's go".

Lilly led the way into the smugglers cove, keeping her gun down but ready to be brought up to strike at a moment's notice. She edged past where she had hidden Frankie's body and then the dirt bikes, Lucia close behind, checking behind them occasionally. The sound of water washing into the cove made her take cover as she knew they were approaching the rest of the group. It seemed like Zay was pacing back and forth and she heard his voice.

"Where the fuck did that useless ass go?" he was saying, "I swear to god, if Pintaro wasn't his uncle...".

"Hey relax Zay, probably just saying bye to the girl..." the other man said, relaxing a little.

"Yeah but we fuck these shipments and...." Zay was clearly agitated.

"Hey wait" Lucia whispered into Lilly's ear as they crouched and observed the scene, "did he just say Pintaro?"

"Yeah" Lilly said, "who's he?"

"Holy fuck" Lucia whispered back, "he's the biggest fucking boss in South Florida, that's who. This is some serious shit girl".

Lilly didn't know how to feel. Frankie suddenly felt like a significant kill. She looked again at the bikes and the size of the cove - there was certainly room for a large truck to get in there if needs be. The delivery of cocaine could be larger than her and Lucia had anticipated.

She turned her attention back to the group. The woman in the white bikini top was still listening to music and carefree with the world around her whilst the man opposite her spun a pistol on the makeshift table they had made and drank a beer. Zay was pacing back and forth, hand on his gun at his waist.

"OK fuck it, I'm going to get that little shit. If he's still with that little skank I'll see her off" he said finally and he drew his pistol. He walked with purpose towards the area Lilly and Lucia were hiding it and Lilly slunk further back into the wall. She waited until Zay had passed her and then emerged, levelling the gun at his back.

"Skank isn't a nice word Zay" she said and he turned in amazement. Her hand was immediately on the trigger. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. She shot straight into his chest and watched him fall, his gun falling from his hand. She looked behind her to see Lucia emerging, her FN-P90 well supported against her shoulder and her looking menacingly down the scope. Brrrrrrp-brrrrrp. She gave two short bursts into the other man who had been spinning the pistol.

Lilly looked back to Zay. He was coughing up blood and his hand was attempting to reach towards his gun. She kicked it away and aimed her Beretta at his head. Pfft-pfft. Her two bullets stopped his squirming and his body relaxed.

"Don't fucking move" Lucia had commanded the woman in the bikini top, turning her weapon towards her. The woman raised her hands in surrender, a confused look on her face as she observed Lucia and Lilly in their armoured and yet scantily clad outfits. "We know there's a delivery being made - tell us how it's going down" Lucia said.

The woman paused but then answered. "There's normally two small boats - they'll deliver here from the main stash on a yacht that's sailing in. We just unpack it and get it ready for transport to a couple of couriers".

"What time are they coming?" Lucia asked.

The woman shrugged. "The boat in three or four hours, the couriers once Zay gives them a message". She looked over to Zay's body and saw it lying bloodied on the floor. "What....what are you going to do with me?" she asked, looking frightened at Lucia.

"Put you out of business" Lucia answered. Brrrp, brrrp. She gave some short bursts of the rapid fire weapon into the woman's breasts. She cried out and her hands went to her wounds, the white bikini now stained in red. "Lilly?" Lucia offered.

Lilly smiled at her and raised her pistol. Pfft. She placed a kill shot into the woman's head and she fell backwards off her seat, dead.

"Nice" Lucia said, giving her a grin, "but you hear what she said? They've got the main stash on a boat. Lilly, we've stumbled into something huge today".

"Yeah" Lilly said, suddenly realising the scale of the operation, "what should we do? Wait for the others to return and get backup in?"

"Hell no" Lucia said, "you know what Marina always says - if there's an opportunity, take it. We're going to get on that boat and steal not just this delivery, but the entire fucking stash".

Lilly looked at Lucia's face. She was deadly serious and she knew better than to not have faith in her. "OK" she said, standing resolute, "I'm in. What's the play?"

------

The night air still had some warmth but Lilly had put her white beach shirt back over her bikini top and put on some jean shorts that covered the holster on her waist and thigh. She was sitting in the same seat that the other woman they had killed had been in, seemingly alone and innocent. Her and Lucia had done a good job of getting rid of the bodies and preparing their plan for the evening.

She occasionally looked at Zay's phone on the table, expecting that if contact was to come, it would most likely come to him. The sky above was awash with stars and the moon was almost full, casting a beautiful white light on the waters that surrounded them.

Lilly strained her ears as she heard a noise. It was the sound of a low-powered engine. In fact, there were two sounds, seemingly coming from two dinghys. She lightly touched her ear. "What are you seeing Lucia?" she said quietly.

Lucia's voice responded in her ear. "I've got them, two small boats like she said, heading towards you. One driver on each. They've got a few boxes they're carrying".

"OK, got it," Lilly said. Lucia was up on a ridge near the cove looking through the scope of a high-powered rifle that, like most of their weapons, was already suppressed. Eventually the two boats came into view, the drivers exchanging some words in Spanish.

"Just wait for my mark" Lucia said, "get them properly into the cove".

"Always" Lilly said, feeling confident about their plan. She saw the two shapes of the dinghies now emerging in the moonlight. They slowed as they approached the cove and Lilly got up from her seat, smiling. The boats drew closer and she saw both were driven by short men who were looking around, suspiciously. "Hi" Lilly said as they began to slow their engines.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" one of the drivers called out.

"Just getting the trucks ready" Lilly said, "you're running late". One of the men cursed and spat but Lilly noticed they both killed their engines. "Can you give a girl a hand?" she asked them.

The men frowned but one reluctantly pulled his dinghy into the sand and got out, going to the back to begin unloading the packages off. "Perfect" Lucia said in Lilly's ear, "we go in five".

"Hey, where's the normal girl? We never seen you" the man who was unloading said to her.

"And you never will" Lilly said, smiling. Pfft. There was a whisper on the wind and his colleague on the other dinghy fell back, a neat hole in his head from the high-powered bullet that Lucia had shot. The man turned towards Lilly and began to reach around his back for a gun but she was too well prepared. She pulled out her Beretta from its holster and held it professionally on him. "Don't even think about it!" she commanded forcefully.

The man sighed and raised his hands. "You crazy girl?" he asked.

"Un poquita" Lucia said, emerging to Lilly's side in the cove, still in her bikini and tactical holster, her rifle ditched but her FN-P90 now in hand. Brrrrp-brrrrp. She added two short bursts into the man she had shot already to make sure he was dead. "Now carry on unloading. Come on, quick".

The man did as instructructed, taking the boxes full of cocaine off the back of both dinghies under the watchful eye of Lilly and Lucia. They had bigger plans though. "Good" Lilly said, when the man finished and looked up at them, "now you're going to take us back to the main stash on the boat".

"Are you...are you crazy?" he asked. "They'll kill me! They'll kill you!"

"Maybe" Lucia says, "but if you don't we'll kill you now for definite".

The man looked around desperately but Lilly could see his fight was gone. "O...OK" he said.

"Get in the dinghy" Lilly said, keeping her gun on him and taking her place towards the back of it whilst Lucia went to pilot the other one, "and take us there". The engine on both dinghies started and they set off, the man leading the way through the maze of rocks and small islands in the bay until in the distance Lilly spied a small boat. It looked like a private yacht, very inconspicuous in the bay area of Florida where there were many similar vessels. There were some lights on the upper deck but it was mainly quiet.

"I see it" Lucia said into her earphones, "looks like three guards on deck. You can use your charms on them". She deliberately pulled her boat back a bit.

Lilly smiled. "Pull up to the side of the boat, slow" she said to the man, "and play along". She hid her gun behind her back and made sure the men on the boat would have a good view of her lime green bikini top. A rope ladder had been thrown over the side of the boat for the man to climb up but a couple of men started shouting at him as he approached. "Tell them it's your new girlfriend" Lilly whispered.

"Es..Es mi nueva chica" the man called up, "muy bonita, no?" There were some responses from the boat but Lilly could see two men were leaning over to get a better look as they got closer. She also spied Lucia's boat circling wide around the other edge of the boat.

"Take them" Lucia said to her and Lilly waved at the men before whipping out her Beretta from behind her back. Pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft. She had been working on her one-handed shooting and it showed as she found her targets with two shots in their chests.

"No!" the man in the boat said in surprise but Lilly quickly turned the gun next to his head and pulled the trigger. Pfft. She blew him away and then climbed up the rope ladder. She reached the top and saw Lucia had already shot the third man on the deck from afar and she paused and waited for her friend to join her.

Lucia swung her boat round, her FN-P90 now strapped over her shoulder and a mean look in her eye. She headed up the rope ladder, Lilly covering Lucia once she had made it on deck, sweeping the deck with her weapon for signs of life. Their weapons were quiet but the sounds of bodies collapsing might not be and the dark would only provide so much cover. Lucia seemed satisfied after a second and beckoned for Lilly to follow her and cover the rear.

They reached the rear of the yacht and Lilly could see into the main cabin. The door to it was open. A man in a shirt was sitting on a sofa, spinning a knife on a table. There were two other men with him, both with pistols in shoulder holsters. "We do this quick," Lucia said. Her military training at times like this was invaluable. Lilly nodded and the two of them quickly swung round from their positions.

Brrrp-brrrrp, brrrrp-brrrrrp. Lucia's FN-P90 spat out suppressed rounds quickly and two of the men were caught in the chest. Pfft-pfft-pfft. Lilly's Beretta made quick work of the other men and all three were down before they even knew what had happened. Lilly walked in quickly, covering the downed men and finished each one with a quick headshot, pfft, pfft, pfft. She changed magazine quickly.

Lucia was pointing above her and Lilly could hear two men talking before footsteps descending a small staircase in the room. She quietly chambered a round and headed to the foot of the stairs. As soon as a man started to emerge, she moved behind him. Pfft-pfft. She shot into his back and he fell forward but she kept moving up the stairs until she could see the man he had been talking to.

He had a chance to gasp before Lilly was working her trigger finger. Pfft-pfft-pfft. Her shots all hit him dead centre. It was only then she realised her nipples were standing erect inside her bikini top. She was enjoying this. She walked up the stairs, still ready to pounce on any survivors but saw there was none. They were in the captain's part of the yacht and the man she had just shot had been steering the boat. Pfft. She added another into his head to make sure before heading down to Lucia and giving her a thumbs up.

That only left the downstairs of the boat, below deck to make their way through. Lucia changed the magazine on her FN-P90 for a full one and Lilly couldn't help but admire how professional and powerful she was. She resolved to learn to use a machine gun herself before long. The pistol gave her enough pleasure to shoot but if she was truly going to be a hitwoman, she needed to make herself versatile. She adjusted her bikini top as Lucia led the way down the stairs, below deck.

There were a couple of voices speaking Spanish behind a wooden door in the corridor. Lucia licked her lips and took aim at the door. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrp-brrrrrrrrrrrrrp. She gave long bursts through the door and the voices were cut off into screams. At the same time, a door at the other end of the corridor opened and another man emerged, looking surprised. Pfft-pfft-pfft. Lilly was covering and took care of him. She let Lucia kick the door in to take care of the two men she had shot whilst Lilly checked the rest of the below deck area and put a finishing bullet into the man she had just shot.

The room he had emerged from was full of boxes and Lilly took a quick peek inside one. Inside waterproofed bags and packages were several kilos of cocaine. "Woah" she allowed herself to say. She could tell that she was looking at a huge haul when she counted the number of boxes in the room, especially when only a fraction of it had been sent to the Pintaro gang.

"Dios mio" Lucia said when she saw it. "We could send this on to the drug enforcement agency, maybe get a bonus". She laughed before pulling her lighter from her pocket. "Oh well...". She lit one of the boxes on fire and watched it take hold.

Lilly hurried off the boat with her to the dinghy. The fire caught on the boat quicker than they imagined and they had barely gotten into the dinghys before smoke was billowing out of it. "Shame we couldn't take it all" Lilly said to Lucia, "you think the boss will be pissed?"

"Nah" Lucia said, "drugs aren't Marina's thing. The only reason we've saved Pintaro's stash is in case we need to move it for cash. You destroy supply but demand stays strong, you increase your prices. That's macroeconomics 101".

Lilly chuckled at the lesson but knew Lucia was right. They had massively disrupted the supply of drugs to the South Florida area and it was sure to be noticed. She wondered what plans Marina would have. Either way, it would make for an interesting conversation when she returned the next day.

#lilly #hitwoman #killer woman #female assassin #femme fatale #story #silencerhitwoman #silencer hitwoman

[kmp78]

I got so inspired by K’s amazing fanfics that I also decided to write one!😂 If you K and guys wanna read it, welcome🙈. (It’s just my fantasy and I hope it won’t offend anyone😅.)

—

Valery was sitting in a cozy Italian cafe enjoying her oat latte with a delish tiramisu.

“Mmmm so tasty, so creamy and so sweeeet😍 But anyways, sometimes I can afford a bit of a guilty pleasure, can’t I? No way my metabolism will let it go wrong.”

Aaand another bite, mmm…🤤

Valery licked the the last traces of cream off her fingers and looked at her fresh nude manicure with a smile. Tonight is gonna be special💅.

***

It was already 5pm and Valery was running around her suite trying to figure out what dress to put on for the event. It had to be something elegant, not too plunge but still..sexy💥. Yes, because she always should look sexy, just in case😏. She finally picked a stylish silver midi which would be perfectly outshining others in the dark. Dims suddenly opened the door to their room and sighed with admiration.

“Mon chéri, you look gorgeous!😍”

He hugged her from behind and kissed on her cheek. Valery held his arms and melted in that cozy nirvana☺️.

She was already sitting in the A-class taxi holding hands with Dims and driving to the UNICEF event. Everything felt like a dream but for some reason Valery was a little nervous. Maybe it was just a basic overexcitement.

***

The model turned out to be not the only one who took forever to find a dress. Jared was standing in front his bed covered with different outfits prepared by the collab of Lallo and his PA. Trying all those fur blazers and sparkling robes and heels 👠 was super annoying but he had to as he wanted to look UNFORGETTABLE. As per usual 💁🏼‍♀️. To all his disappointment he hated all those rags and decided to get things done by himself ☑️ ✊🏻.

“That old fool prepared awful looks again🙄. He’s a sweetheart but WHYY everything is so closed?? HE UNDERESTIMATES MY TORSO OR WHAT??? FUCK it. I’ll put on some black pants and a see-through shirt😏.”

He looked at the mirror and touched his fit chest in the blouse. Mmmm, so much better👍🏻🤩

***

Jared and his retinue of similarly dressed Embo and a cutie pie Jn entered the UNICEF hall. He was almost ready to start greeting all his fake fellow celebs and yapping about some useless stuff but the PA suddenly dampened his spirits.

“Val is here”, she whispered. “With her *cough* bf🫢😦.”

Ofc she found it out cuz our girl Valery already made Dims to take some smiley pics together for her stories in advance 📸✊🏻✊🏻.

While Jared was a bit nocked out and eyeballing through the hall, Val went to take more prof pics to make the world know that SHE also was there👸🏻. For a sec she thought of posing with Dims but then dropped that idea as he’d look too nerdy again👋🏻. She shined in front of the cams, chatted a bit with her fellow models and was gonna go back to her table as she saw HIM.

She was prepared to see him but yet the effect was the same as a few months ago at Coachella. A fucking cold shower😵‍💫.

“WTF is he doing here AGAIN with that Barbie Ken guy but most interestingly at one table with KELSEY…??”

The model knew the VS star Kelsey from some of her working sets and that girl was always very open and sweet.

Val also couldn’t ignore Jared’s so painfully familiar slender shape and those wide shoulders she used to love hugging. And those soft locks she loved putting her fingers in…🧔🏻‍♀️🫠😐.

“I HATE HIM!!!”

Dims caught Val’s anxious look and grabbed her hand.

“Are you ok babe?”

“Yesss😁”, Val widely smiled as she turned to him. “I just cannot wait to see JLo!! I’m so excited😃.”

Jared said at the table he was going to leave for a bit. Embo immediately offered to accompany him but his bestie coldly shut him down.

“Sure Emmy, but next time.”

He was…looking around trying to locate HER.

Val rapidly stood up from her chair, whispering that she urgently needed to let all that champagne out and left the table. She didn’t want to go anywhere but some involuntary inner force seized her actions. Val and Jay were both intentionally looking from left to right as they were getting closer and as they reached some foyer next to the emergency exit, they finally bumped into each other.

“Oh!”, Jared played a surprised one using all his Oscar-winning skills. “H..hii😳.”

“Hhhiii…”, mumbled back Valery.

She didn’t really know what to say but with annoyance caught herself staring at his chest and veiny arms through his blouse.

Jared remembered that he’s always been the boss here, cleared his throat and started with a calm demeanor.

“Well, nice to see you. How do you like it here? The music is incredible and everything looks so perfect…you look perfect👍🏻.”

He put on his usual charming face again, bit his lip and glanced at her with a flirty smirk. Even in the darkness Val could clearly see his shining, the most blue eyes in the world.

“Yes, it’s a great event and I’m actually thrilled to donate…”

“Shhh”, Jared interrupted her as he touched her lips with his finger. “Your boyfie can hear us. I gotta go.”

He gently glided over her arm with his hand which made her stomach produce a thousand butterflies and quickly walked away.

Val left all warmed-up and dizzy🤯🫠 She stared at him slowly fading in the crowd and then at her arm he just touched…

“BUSTARD. Not even a little kiss…I gotta fucking get out of here.”

“DIIIMS! We are leaving, I really need something at home!”

“What do you need babe? Maybe I can ask someone to bring it here?”

“NOO babe, I told you WE ARE GOING HOME.”

***

As they entered their hotel suit, Valery glanced at Dims with a cheeky smile😈.

“Take everything off, pleaseee😍🙏🏻.”

Dims made a few steps back in shock but still didn’t mind his girlie’s intentions at all😀.

“What? Right now..?”

“Yes, please!! I want you so bad!!😍”

As Dims was moving on top of her, Val grabbed his arms, closed her eyes and imagined that she’s touching those pale veiny arms with triad tattoos and….

Finally moaned in a total pleasure🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🔞.

THE END😊.

Oh nnnnnnooooooo... 😭😭😭💔

Don't tell me that's the way that evening went down... 😔

Now I'm sad! 😭😫

PS. "Touched his fit chest in the blouse" 😂

I can almost see that... 😏

Good job, anon! 😂👏✍️

[rcksmith]

Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

— — — —

There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

#kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz x kruge #kaz x reader #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker au #kaz brekker x oc #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone smut #freddy carter imagines #freddy carter fluffy #freddy carter x reader #freddy carter #fanfic #jesper fahey #matthias x nina #inejgayfa

[kageyuji]

his teammate has a crush on his s/o

⤷ oikawa, atsumu, akaashi, tsukishima, tanaka, kenma ; [gn!reader] — part 2

tags: jealousy, fluff(?), a few swears, the teammates had to be mischaracterized a bit for the plot, and a little sprinkle of threats as a treat

note: you’re so cute when you reblog <33

━━ OIKAWA

oikawa was always protective of you, though he is terrible at swallowing his pride and will never admit to being jealous

but he couldn’t deny it to himself

not when he saw how mattsun laughed whenever you spoke to makki, how makki always seemed to have his eyes on you

then again he knew how much he could read into things, how whenever an idea got planted in his mind he’d overthink it

so he brushed it off and tried to ignore the bitter feeling he got very time you interacted with the other guy

it wasn’t until he overheard mattsun and makki talking that he realized he was right

“you can’t deny that y/n is cute, mattsun, look at them. probably cuter wearing my t-shirt though, hm?”

when i tell you he froze

he literally stopped, volleyball in hand. it seemed like he was frozen in time, holding his breath and eyes staring at nothing, but seemingly at something that scared him

then he blinked, turning his head to offer makki a confused but hostile look

“come again? i don’t think i heard you right.”

now it’s makki’s turn to freeze

eventually he’ll offer a nervous, apologetic smile and say it was nothing, but he also won’t look oikawa in the eye anymore

oikawa doesn’t walk away then, instead opting to walk over to the two of them

“y/n is my partner. not yours, ok?” “ok!”

oikawa then makes a point to have you wearing either his extra jersey or hoodie around the team, especially around makki

━━ ATSUMU

atsumu is another thats already protective of you, except he doesn’t mind showing it

he’ll deny that he’s doing it, but no one misses the way he puts an arm around you and pulls you close his chest, or the glares he sends the other person

he especially gets worried around other guys that you’re close with. he knows he can’t contol your friends and it’s not like he wants to

but he just wishes you wouldn’t seem to have more fun with them than with your boyfriend

what really bothered him though was the way you and suna seemed to get along — suna had always been the type to tease the people he liked and atsumu hated how he did that to you

he trusted suna though, trusted that even if suna did have feelings for you he wouldn’t do anything about it

atsumu had written off his jealousy once again, though he hated the way his teammate had made you laugh

that was until he heard suna say something like “they’re cute”

atsumu turned around quickly, jaw set and something like betrayal written on his face

“are you talking about y/n?” he says, as though he doesn’t already know the answer

suna doesn’t respond, just turns to atsumu and looks as though he’s trying to find some sort of excuse without actually having to lie

“i can’t control whether the two of you talk, but don’t you dare fucking flirt with them again.”

if you thought he was touchy before, he’s even more so now

he always makes sure that you’re either wearing something of his or that he’s touching you in some way — he’ll hold your hand, hug you, press kisses to the side of your face

━━ AKAASHI

though he hates it, he tends to get insecure

and he’s insecure about literally everything, but he’s especially worried that he’s not good enough for you

so him being jealous on occasion is in the package deal

he hides it well though, usually calming himself down enough by holding your hand or looking at a photo of the two of you

usually he’s good at communicating whenever he gets like that, he’ll tell you later whenever it’s just you and him

but he didn’t really know what to do about the fact that konoha had seemed to be getting more and more flirtatious with you

you were always at his practices and his games, he couldn’t expect you not to talk to konoha so much

besides, it was probably just his insecurities again... right?

he kept telling himself that, at least until bokuto had mentioned it nonchalantly

“what did you just say?”

“uh, the part about konoha liking y/n? or the other part?”

his heart drops, eyes quickly scanning the room to find you and hoping konoha wasn’t talking to you

but of course he was talking to you and cracking some dumb joke that made you laugh

and then suddenly there was akaashi beside you, wrapping his arm around you and staring at konoha with hostility in his eyes

he won’t say anything to konoha in front of you, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable

but the second you’re gone akaashi won’t hesitate to confront him, digging his nails into his palms to keep himself calm

“i don’t control y/n or their friends, but keep in mind that you’re their friend. and i’m their boyfriend. and i get that feelings are uncontrollable but if you flirt with them again i might just feel like hitting you.”

━━ TSUKISHIMA

tsukishima actually wasn’t the type to get jealous a lot. even when guys openly flirted with you, there was a feeling more like pride then jealousy

he only really got jealous when the guy posed an actual threat, and even then he played it off with a cocky smile and pitying look at the guy

but this time it was different

he never got along much with kageyama, so he wasn’t completely sure why the setter had taken to talking to you of all people

hinata was the only person that kageyama usually talked to; it was logical for tsukishima to wonder why kageyama had been starting conversations with you

so he watched the other boy with a careful eye for a while and made sure he wasn’t getting too comfortable around you

it wasn’t until he overheard kageyama and hinata talking that he had confirmation

“kageyama, you don’t have feelings for y/n, do you?”

“well... i don’t know, i mean they’re cute and they’re really nice, don’t you think? maybe if tsukishima w-”

without missing a beat, tsukishima turns and smiles at the setter, “yeah i agree. the difference between you and i though is that y/n is mine, know your place, king.”

kageyama didn’t say anything in response, just wrinkled his nose, grabbed his bag, and left the gym

tsukishima knew that you liked him as opposed to kageyama, so he wasn’t exactly worried about it

but he did try to smoothly mention that maybe you shouldn’t talk to kageyama as much (spoiler: it was not smooth and all, you ended up asking why and tsukki had to admit what happened through red-tinted cheeks)

━━ TANAKA

the king of getting protective and jealous

he doesn’t mean to be, he just doesn’t understand why you chose to be with him of all people

he’s grateful that you did though, he honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without you

on the bright side though, he isn’t one to hide his jealousy either. if he deems someone to be getting a little too friendly with you, he’ll step in and let them know you’re taken

obviously if his protectiveness makes you uncomfortable he’ll tone it down, but unless you tell him that he’s going to make sure everyone knows that you’re dating

so it only takes once for someone to get what he deems flirtatious and he’s letting the other person know that they’re crossing a line

except this time it was nishinoya, and tanaka was a little torn

he trusted his best friend obviously, but then again he knew that nishinoya showed off and bragged to you a lot more than he did with other people

he watched as nishinoya grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and then smiling

and then in no time, there was tanaka, holding the other boy by the collar of his shirt

“what the hell man?!” he says, then finally let’s go of nishinoya

“sorry...” nishinoya says quietly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. instead of saying anything else, he looks at the ground and starts walking away

“i’ll deal with him later,” tanaka says, voice much softer than it had been

he wraps you in a hug, burying his face into your neck and leaving gentle kisses there. he won’t let go for a while unless you ask him to

━━ KENMA

kenma didn’t get jealous a lot either, he could easily tell whenever someone was flirting with you as opposed to when someone was just being friendly

the only time he actually got jealous was when people flirted with you. and even then he’d just walk over to you and grab your hand, giving the other person a bored look

however, it was harder for him to tell if you were close to the other person

which was why he was a little skeptical whenever yaku seemed to be getting a little too close to you

he tried to believe it wasn’t; yaku wouldn’t flirt with someone he knew was in a relationship. especially not if the person was dating his teammate... would he?

except whenever he saw yaku blush and smile at something you’d said, then said something to make you laugh, that was his confirmation

“so what are you talking about?” kenma said, walking over to you and yaku. he wrapped his arms around you, hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could see the other guy

he saw something like concern appear on yaku’s face now

kenma couldnt help but smile, not when yaku said they were talking about nothing, though their was panic lacing his words

“hm,” kenma hummed, pressed a quick kiss to the side of your face, and then turned his eyes back to yaku

“well maybe the next time you try to flirt with my partner, invite me next time.”

“i-i wasn’t... that’s not it-“

“i’m not dense, just understand that y/n is my partner, and i’m their’s. step off.”

© kageyuji 2021. do not copy, modify, or otherwise plagiarize in any way.

#akaashi x reader #tsukishima x reader #tanaka x reader #kenma x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi headcanons #tsukishima headcanons #tanaka headcanons #kenma headcanons #atsumu headcanons #oikawa headcanons #akaashi x you #akaashi x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tanaka x you #tanaka x y/n #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #akaashi keiji x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #kenma kozume x reader #atsumu miya x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

[finelinevogue]

Ok so I saw your post abt a concept for his tour and what about y/n get super emotional while he’s performing cause she’s been with him since his X factor or 1 Direction days and her Anne and Gemma are just singing and getting emotional cause they are really proud of him idk lmao you can put your own spin to it if you want love your writing by the way! 🤍

thank you so much that means the world to me!! hope this is kind of what you meant?? it’s very short sorry! ;

“We’ll be a fine line.” Harry repeated the line again. The line that absolutely tore you to pieces and yet made you feel less numb and alone.

You stood watching him from the side of the stage, tears streaming down your face like a constant salty waterfall. Anne and Gemma stood next to you, hugging each other as they listened to Harry sing a song that meant so much to him; to you. You stood by alone, yet had never felt so comforted and warm what with watching the love of your life perform and sing this in dedication for you. You’d cried when he’d first played you the song, but this was different. He was playing it live to 1,000s of people and yet every word sung was written for you.

You see, you and Harry had been practically attached at the wombs - your mum and Anne being best friends too. You were born to be best friends with Harry. You grew up together, went to school together and shared the same birthday actually - although he never fails to remind you how he’s older than you by 7 minutes. You went to college together only to then lose contact with him after he was signed to be in a band; One Direction. It wasn’t until 2013 that you reunited and he admitted how much he’d missed you at the same time you admitted that you loved him. A simple kiss afterwards was all it took to be completely his. Still are. Fine Line was all about the two years that you had no contact with each other and how you were so much stronger for it - how you’d be alright.

You now sang the lyrics to the song back at him, noticing how his body was tilted slightly to the side to face you. You loved the subtly of his movement, only loving him so much more for it. His guitar playing was simply beautiful, jogging your memory back to the time when he tried to teach you how to play it.

As the song reached the climax and the trumpets were about to start playing, Harry turned to put down his guitar. He waved to the audience as the trumpets began, the crowds screaming louder and louder. You noticed fans crying when they thought they saw Harry waving at them. Anne and Gemma were screaming for him, but you just stood idly and watched him in his element. He looked so beautiful up there in the blue glow of lights, posing his fine line stance. A work of art, he was. He stepped back to the mic and looked over at you briefly, giving you a small smile when you put your shaky thumbs up for him.

“Remember to be whoever you want to be! Love who you want to love! Marry who you want to marry! I’m lucky to have done all three of those things and I hope you can all find the same happiness I did!” Harry shouted through the microphone and you cried a little bit more as he admitted, for the first time, that you’d gotten married. You hadn’t wanted to go public when it wasn’t really a necessity to do so, but Harry got fed up of hiding it and told you he’d do a surprise announcement of it - so, you guess this was it. “I love you all and goodnight.” He waved one final time, blowing kisses here, there and everywhere.

Then he ran straight over to you first, not stopping until his lips met yours. You heard people around you squeal in delight and some cameras flashing to obviously commemorate the moment. You pulled away from his luscious lips, knowing you’d give him more later, and smiled so widely at him.

“Was I good?” He asked, you knowing he loves a good ego boost. Bloody narcissist.

“So fucking good.”

“Favourite song?”

“Stupid question.” You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest lightly and feeling the sweat that he was absolutely covered in. It wad kind of hot, to be honest.

“Fine Line, again?” He asked, knowing that was your favourite but maybe it would’ve changed after a live performance.

“Always.” You said seriously. “It reminds me of us.”

“Fuck, y’my heart Y/N y’really are.” He whined at your words and you at his. Both of you were such sops for each other that it sickened everyone else.

“So proud of you.” You nodded your head and he smiled at you, resting his sweaty forehead upon your clean one.

“Love you so much, Y/N.” He reminded you, kissing you again to prove it.

“Love you forever, H.”

“Should hope so with that ring.” He laughed, bringing up your left hand to kiss your ring finger. You’d never felt so at home than right this moment.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #finelinevogue #harry styles fanfiction #finelinevogue harry styles #harry blurb #harry oneshot #harry styles concept #ask finelinevogue #finelinevogue blurbs #hslot concept night #hslot #harry styles love on tour #anon response