#always was entranced by his beauty 🥺

[herdecisions]

If supposed to be ugly like this expression

Why so pretty?

[yeonzzzn]

Heard the reqs opened?👀 can i pleease have smth with titty obsessed soft dom jay?🥺

Also can i be❄️ anon?

oh softdom titty obsessed jay has me in my feels 😮‍💨 anon this is a beautiful request! and yes absolutely you can be my ❄️ anon🩵

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obsession: park jongseong

pairing: jay x afab!reader word count: 986

“You look so pretty taking me like this,” Jay cooed, slowly pumping himself in and out of your cunt, “Such a good girl for me.” 

You clenched around him at his praises, tracing your fingers down from his shoulders, and biceps, to his wrists and then cupping his hands that were holding your breasts and rocking your hips back and forth in the same rhythm as his. 

Jay is obsessed with your tits. He loves the way they look in his hands, loves the way they look when they're pressed up against him, how they look in your bras and dresses, and even how they look bare. Everything about your tits he loves. He can’t keep his hands off them. 

Mostly when you’re riding him like how you are now. It drives him crazy seeing how you bounce on his cock with his hands cupping your tits. Squeezing them every so often to feel the plush push passed his fingers. It sends chills down his spine every single time. 

Jay groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, “Keep squeezing me like that, pretty girl, and see what happens.” 

His tone was so dominant and so aggressive yet so calming and soothing. You’d never guess this man was so dominant in the bedroom with how calmly and softly he spoke to you. 

Jay will never hesitate to fuck your brains out in the most rough way possible while his voice is one of an angel. Praising and kissing you so gently through it all while you cum around his dick. Hands still on your tits through it all. 

Again Jay is obsessed with them. He always has to have his hands on your tits no matter what is going on. 

Jay's favorite time to have them cupped in his hands is obviously during sex, and then cuddling. You could be reading your favorite book, laying against his chest with one hand on your tit and the other scrolling through social media on his phone. Or the same scenario but you’re looking through TikTok and both his hands are wrapping on your tits, squeezing every so often. 

But you tried to keep from squeezing around him, to focus on grinding your hips against him. But your body was failing you as your climax was fast approaching and squeezed around him anyway. 

Jay moans into your shoulder, lifting you up from him and tossing you over onto the bed, now hovering over you, “Oh, sweet baby girl,” he cooed, eyes and face of a devil, but the voice of an angel, “I told you what would happen if you’d clenched that pretty pussy against me again.” 

You tried not to act so excited at what he would do, knowing damn well he was going to be rough with you, looking forward to it actually. 

“You always look so pretty underneath me,” he softly said, lifting your left leg up by your thigh and wrapping it around him, “always so good for me when I am on top of you,” and then wrapped your right leg around him, lining up his tip to your entrance, “I love seeing your face when I fuck you so hard and raw like this,” he pressed himself in, your cunt slowly stretching to fit his size, “Fuck, your cunt always feels so good.” 

One of his hands rested back on your tit, the other held a firm grip on your thigh as he fucked into you at a primal rate. Your jaw went slack at the feeling of him slamming against your g-spot, at his hips connecting to yours surely forming bruises that will be there in the morning. Your climax slowly built up again, your voice chanting out his name with each thrust he did. 

“That’s it, baby,” he gently kissed your brow, “moan out my name for me, sweet girl.” 

“JAY!” you screamed, your hands flying to his back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed himself harder into you, purposely trying to break the barrier of your cervix to fit himself even deeper, “fuck, Seongie!” 

His hands on your tit and thigh squeezed tighter, his thrust not getting sloppy, “Fuck, about to cum baby, cum with me? Fuck you better cum with me,” once again his tone was so dominant, so aggressive but speaking so soft and gentle. 

You clenched around him, your cum wrapping around his cock. Jay’s hand on your thigh flew to your other tit, using your tits as leverage to lift himself upright, squeezing them tightly as he pushed himself to keep rocking in and out of you, to push himself over the edge. 

“God your tits look so perfect in my hands,” he hisses, eyes staring at the plush that spilled between each of his fingers. He tucked his lip between his teeth, furrowing his brows and clenching his eyes shut as his final thrust sent his cum into you, painting your gummy walls white. 

Jay didn’t realize he was holding his breath until the last bit of his seed spilled into your leaking cunt, hands finally relaxing against your breasts. 

“You are so pretty so fucked out,” he cooed, slowly sliding his cock out of your pussy, “I am not even finished with you yet.” 

Jay’s brain went fuzzy at seeing his hand prints on your tits, wanting nothing more than to gently caress them, knowing your skin was probably stinging from his grip. 

You bit your lips watching as he slid down, taking one tit gently in his hand, while his lips attached to the other, his tongue softly rubbing over your sensitive nipple. His hand gently traced around the size of your tit, fingers grazing over the nipple and softly squeezing. 

“God, I love these.” 

Your hands went to his hair, watching as he took care of your breasts. 

The man was obsessed, and he didn’t care who knew it.

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[yawnderu]

Can we have more smut with bimbo reader and simon please 🥺like simon adores how beautiful she looks with her pretty nails he paid for playing with her wet pussy while he watches and then eats her out 😭🤭🤭🤭🙈

Simon's gaze is fully focused on your needy cunt, dark pupils fully blown as he sees you rubbing your clit, always so careful and delicate not to hurt yourself with your long acrylic nails, pretty designs blurred by your own juices.

He can feel his cock throbbing, leaky tip staining his boxers like a broken faucet, yet his full focus is on you. He swallows hard, his heart beating fast inside his chest at the image of you— pretty, glossy lips parted while whiny moans left your lips.

He can't help it, the way his warm hands part your legs, diving between your thighs like a man starved— and he is, his long tongue teasing your entrance before he latches onto your puffy clit, taking turns between circling and sucking, your long nails digging deep into his scarred back, dragging a deep groan out of his throat.

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[literaila]

Would Gojo have any type of preference regarding a person's appearance? What personality type would he be most attracted to? What's going on in that man's head? I just want to know 🥺

well… okay. i mean, obviously satoru is aware that there’s not many people who can compare to the most beautiful (him) so he doesn’t value looks too heavily, i think (again unless it’s him we’re talking about but he’s the most beautiful person in existence so…)

satoru likes people who make him feel good, you know? the people he can gain from.

the people on the street who stop and stare at him for a moment—they think he’s attractive and he knows (likes) it. the sorcerers who practically kneel at his feet? they feed his ego and he likes them. utahime who falls victim to his antics? he likes her, but only because she makes him laugh. and suguru who makes him feel understood? well, he likes that.

all of the people that satoru is drawn to have some sort of appeal to them. and they might be beautiful, but they’ll never be as beautiful as he is, so who cares?

it’s not necessarily looks that drew him to you, of course.

obviously, when he and megumi are sitting on the couch one day, flipping through old photos and polaroids from what seems to be decades ago now, and you’re off in another room, looking through boxes for the pictures that are missing, satoru is admiring you.

maybe he was stupid enough not to notice it when he was seventeen, but he’s grown.

and when looking at the fresh faced, innocent-eyed precious little person you used to be? god.

hes looking at himself right beside you, wondering how he could’ve been so oblivious to his own preferences. to the strange way his eyes always tilted towards you, the cautious sort of observance he displayed for only one person.

and when megumi whispers “mom is so pretty.” satoru can’t help but nod his head in agreement.

he makes a little nose in the back of his throat, somehow even more entranced with you than he was at seventeen and responds “the prettiest.”

but that’s not what he first noticed, or even what he first cared about.

when satoru met you, you were belligerent. you wanted nothing to do with him or his six eyes, even when he only greeted you with the highest respect and upmost amusement.

(he put out his hand for you to shake and laughed when you couldn’t do it. but really, how is a mere boy not supposed to laugh when someone is gawking at him?)

you spent months actively avoiding him—everyone, more like—getting close to only nanami and haibara in the simplest of terms.

but when satoru began to look for you—really look, beyond all of the amused observation and side comments he enjoyed making—things changed.

he found that you were… stubborn. cruel, for someone so young, so fortunate to be as powerful as you were.

he watched as you began to emerge from whatever depths you’d fallen into, becoming fast friends with the two people in your year, and bonding with both shoko and suguru so quickly that satoru was practically bewildered.

(and maybe a little bit jealous)

suguru was his best friend, but he wanted more attention. he wanted your eyes and your laughter—the same kind that everyone else got from you.

so satoru pushed himself closer, forced himself upon you and… there was a lot to gain.

maybe it was the simplest of things—the way you listened. you teased him like everyone, groaned when you saw him making his way toward you—but you listened when he spoke. your eyes were attentive, and not just because of his looks.

or maybe it was the understanding that came with time. the person who he had once merely glanced over who was now communicating with him in glances, nudging him when he was distracted, nodding along with his rants about suguru’s high morality, or yaga’s complaints.

satoru couldn’t help but be impressed, or grateful with the way you got him. the things that other people questioned but you never did.

or maybe it was just the way you made him feel.

the light, airy feeling that clan heads don’t get—especially when they’re born being just that. the easygoing, enamored, wanderlust feeling that satoru had never imagined for himself.

the feeling that you saw him for something more than his god-given looks, more than his unbelievable strength.

that subtle conviction that made him feel like he could choose, perhaps, instead of just being chosen.

there’s much to gain from love, satoru realizes, only years later when he’s stopped pushing himself away from it.

there’s much to be gained from being loved.

…and if, maybe, he realizes that you’re probably the most beautiful person in existence and not him?

well, everything has its consequences.

[notleclerc]

Too Hot

🤍Charles x Fem!Reader

🤍summary: in which the game „Too Hot“ challenges ones desires

🤍warning: getting a little steamy here but nothing to big

🤍a/n: I got inspired by @yuwuta with the JJK version and was like „ok slay lemme try it as well“ // English is not my first language so please have mercy on me🥺

In the heart of Monaco, where the streets echo with the roar of engines and the glitz of the Grand Prix, a different kind of heat simmers beneath the surface. It's not the scorching sun or the adrenaline of racing that sets hearts racing, but a playful game of Too Hot. And amidst the glamorous backdrop, you find yourself entangled in a steamy encounter with none other than Charles Leclerc.

Ever since Lando started to learn how to be a Dj, he‘s been throwing parties left and right, having only VVIP‘s in the club. Models, Actors, Athlete‘s - you name it. Obviously, that means the whole Grid is always welcome to join the fiesta. Charles, being the supportive friend he is, gets ready to dress up and waits for his girlfriend.

Y/n makes sure to wear a beautful red dress. God, that dress could make the devil go weak in his knees. Charles couldn‘t help but admire her.

„Tu es très belle, mon amour“ (you look beautiful my love)

he says, his voice tender with a soft look on his face.

You smile as you feel your cheeks getting warmer, giving yourself a natural blush. You give him a peck on his chin, as you are smaller even in heels.

„Merci Cha“ (thank you)

The two of you leave his appartement and go straight to his oh-so-famous Ferrari, the one that puts everyone in awe of its beauty (or the beauty driving it). The ride was smooth and no words were exchanged as the two of them enjoyed the calm and warmth.

It didn‘t take them long to reach the club, the music already indicating that Charles and Y/n were fashionably late. Charles hands his keys to a valet since he can‘t, for the love of god, park the car right. You tease him about it way too often.

„Et ils disent que les femmes ne peuvent pas se garer“ (and they say women can‘t park)

you say teasingly.

Charles chuckles and places his hand on your waist, guiding you towards the entrance. He made sure to get down to your ear and whispered softly

„Surveille ta bouche ou je le ferai pour toi, bébé“ (watch your mouth or i‘ll do it for you babe)

As you both enter, one with a smirk and the other with flushed cheeks, Lando greets the two of you with a wave from the DJ booth and makes sure to let you both know where the others are.

The party can begin.

As the night unfolds and the party reaches its peak, you catch sight of Charles across the room, his charismatic smile drawing you in like a magnet. You were dancing with the girlfriends of the drivers and having the time of your life. Your pulse quickens as Charles suddendly approaches, his confident stride sending a thrill down your spine.

"Hey there," he greets you with a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fancy a game of Too Hot?"

You're taken aback by the invitation, but the thrill of the challenge beckons you. "Sure, why not?" you reply, unable to resist the allure of his playful proposal. The two of you love challenges no matter what the situation is.

The rules are simple: two people kiss while keeping their hands to themselves, and the first to touch their partner loses. With a shared glance and a silent agreement, you both dive into the game, the tension between you palpable.

As your lips meet in a teasingly tender kiss, the world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the electrifying connection between you and Charles. His touch is intoxicating, igniting a fire within you that blazes with each passing moment.

"Tu es un sacré compétiteur“ (You're quite the competitor)

Charles murmurs against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

„Mais je n'y vais pas de main morte avec toi, ma petite fleur“ (But I won't go easy on you, my little flower)

he adds playfully.

You respond with a playful challenge of your own, reveling in the thrill of the chase as you dance on the edge of temptation. Each kiss becomes a daring game of brinkmanship, testing the limits of self-control.

Time loses all meaning as you lose yourself in the heated exchange, the boundaries between reality and desire blurring into a tantalizing haze. The world outside ceases to exist as you and Charles become locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to concede defeat.

But as the game reaches its climax, a surge of longing courses through you, threatening to overwhelm your resolve. With a breathless gasp, you instinctively reach out, your hand brushing against Charles's cheek in a moment of unguarded passion.

"Je gagne“ (I win)

he whispers triumphantly, a smug grin playing on his lips as he leans in to claim victory with a searing kiss.

„Je te laisse gagner parce que c'est la seule fois où tu le fais“ (I let you win because that‘s the only time you do)

You teased him again and couldn‘t help but laugh, seeing his baffled face. He puts his hand on your cheeks and squeezes them together. He looks down at me and shakes his head softly with a certain intensity to his eyes.

„Tu veux vraiment jouer à la cochonne avec moi ? Tu sais ce que les sales gosses obtiennent de mon amour.“ (you really want to play dirty with me? You know what brats get my love)

He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he tilted his head.

Ne m'oblige pas à te faire ça, ma belle. (Don‘t make me do it to you sweetcheeks)

He goes back to squeeze your cheeks together and pulls you closer to him with a warning look in his ocean eyes. As the night draws to a close and the party fades into memory, you carry with you the lingering warmth of Charles's touch, a tantalizing reminder of a fiery encounter that ignited sparks in the heart of Monaco.

As for what happens after the party? Only the two of them and maybe the neighbour will know ;).

Now that escalted quickly👀 HAVE MERCY ON ME!! I don‘t know how to write intimate moments aka the humpy dumpty so please take this as a chance to let your mind run freely 🥹

Reblog, comments and likes are aprreciated

[wild-lavender-rose]

Can I have Legolas and Will Turner separately kissing the reader's scars after seeing them (From battle,abuse, or near death experience not self harm) 🥺

For Legolas-

"What's this from?" Legolas touched your arm.

You looked up from your book to find Legolas looming over your place in a chair by the fireplace, firelight catching on the silvers and greens of his uniform. You lingered in him for a moment, taking in his beauty. Then looked to where he touched you, to the scar his fingers traced over. "Orcs." You returned to your book.

"It must have been painful."

"You should have seen the orcs." You smirked and turned a page. "Sadly, they did not live long enough for their wounds to heal."

You could hear the smile in Legolas's voice. "I'm sure not." He leaned down and kissed the scar.

There was a thunk of his satchel hitting the ground, then your beloved came to sit in front of your chair. This was not an unusual occurrence. Legolas often sought your presence at the end of his day. What you hadn't expected was for him to slip his shirt over his head and hold out a pale, muscular arm for you to inspect. "Matches yours."

Book forgotten, it slipped from your lap as you leaned forward and ran your hand along the long scar. "Orcs?"

"Goblins." Legolas smiled softly as you kissed the scar, slow and sweet, savoring his warmth.

"Must have been painful." You looked up at him, entranced by his eyes in the flickering light.

"No longer." His fingers found the back of your neck, gentle, steady, bringing you close for a kiss you readily returned.

For Will-

You closed your eyes and tried to breathe, fingers stilling on the buttons of your shirt. You were exhausted and wished for nothing more than sleep, however you were so tired your fingers kept fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. Having already removed your gun, hat, and shoes, the shirt was the last thing to go before you could sleep in some sense of comfort in your undershirt.

You had just resolved to give up when familiar footsteps sounded outside your door. A pause, soft knock, and Will stepped inside. "The crew is still celebrating," he closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. "They'll probably be up all night."

"Good for them." You rubbed your eyes, swaying unsteadily as he approached. "Do you need something?"

"Uh," Will nodded to your bed. "Are you about to sleep?"

"I was attempting to," you fumbled irritably with your shirt and yawned. "Can't, can't get my shirt off."

Will's smile was gentle. "Here," he crossed to you, the closeness making your heart skip. "Allow me."

"It's fine," you took a step back and tripped, sure to have fallen had not Will caught you by the arm.

"Steady," Will smiled as you laughed at yourself. "You're exhausted."

"Unbelievably." You smiled up at him, the expression fading as his fingers found your buttons. "Will,"

His fingers paused. "Allow me to help."

"I don't...I'm not," your face grew hot, gaze falling down to his chest. "I have...I'm not pretty."

"Love,"

"A life...A life of a pirate is not always kind." You closed your eyes against the shame, only you were so tired it made you want to doze off standing up so you opened them once more.

"Listen," Will touched the side of your face and brought your gaze up to his once more. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life. But, you will think me ugly."

"Never." Will pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Never, my love."

You hesitated but did not refuse when he began to unbutton your shirt. His movements were slow and careful. Will kissed your nose, your cheeks, your lips as he worked, the sensation intoxicating. When your undershirt and arms were revealed you expected disgust to cross his face. Instead, you saw nothing but sadness and love.

"Darling," he breathed, fingers brushing along the scar on your collarbone, then over to the scar on your shoulder. The scars were everywhere, marring your tanned skin.

"Ugly?" You asked.

"Beautiful." He responded, leaning down to kiss along the length of each scar.

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[mandiemegatron]

(ʸᵒᵘ ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ᴹᵉ ᴰᵒ) ᵀᵒᵒ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᴸᵃᵇᵒᵘʳ

ᵀʳᵃᶠᵃˡᵍᵃʳ ᴸᵃʷ ˣ ᶜᶦˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴺᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ!

ᴿᵃᵗᵉᵈ: 1８+, ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ. ᵁⁿʳᵉᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᴸᵃʷ ʰᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈᵉᶠᶦᶜᶦᵉⁿᶜʸ, ʸ/ⁿ ᶦˢ ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵃᵈᵛᵃⁿᵗᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ.

.𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀.

Songs to listen to while reading ;

Labour // Paris Paloma (main)

Cynical // twocolors, Safri Duo

Never Go Back // Dennis Lloyd, Robin Shulz

As always, a huge smooch to my beta @moss-woods , couldn't have done this without you 🥺💖💋

Tagging ; @bby-deerling , @icy-spicy , @kazieai , @guilty-sugar , @buggyandthebartoclub 💖

It was never a tedious thing for you, to love Trafalgar Law the way you thought he deserved.

The soft brush of your hand over his shoulder as you brought him tea and a snack, the encouraging whispers of praise whenever he finally completed a particularly heavy weighted task on his already overloaded mind -

The soft smiles that he knew you reserved for him, and him alone.

It was new and strange to him, the way your eyes met his would make his heart skip a beat to the point he had to stop looking at you for a few days, secluding himself in his office with menial tasks just to take up the time.

When he finally emerged, you were standing right beside his door, a small stack of papers for him to sign and log in your palms with that same, gentle smile on your face.

His brain stopped, a primal urge rising in him as he rested a warm palm on your cheek, his thumb caressing along your skin lovingly. There were no words, just a shared stare of inner turmoil that he finally defeated by pulling you into a rough kiss.

Pulling you into his office, he shoved everything off his desk, a hazy desperation washing over him as he pulled you to him and seats you on his now empty desk. Tattooed fingers rip at your clothing, pulling the boiler suit down and off your beautiful body and dropping it off to the side as your own shaky fingers pull at his spotted pants.

You were almost shocked as he slaps your hands away, ripping his own clothes off into a pile next to your own, not giving you a single moment to think as he suddenly plunges a finger into your already soaked warmth. The low grumble that echoes in his chest sends shivers over your skin as your eyes fall shut, a moan leaving you as he adds a second finger.

His other hand slaps over your mouth a little too harshly, your eyes opening in pain to stare up at the glassy amber eyes of your Captain.

“Stay quiet,” he murmured, pressing an almost too soft kiss to your forehead as you give a slow nod. “Good girl.”

It was nothing but pure ecstasy for you, finally being under him the way you'd been dreaming of since you joined his crew. Your hands wander over his tattooed chest, fingertips grazing his pert nipples and pulling a soft hiss from him as his fingers curl upwards inside you.

Your mouth drops open as you squirt over his hand, eyes screwed shut as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through your body. They only snap open when you feel him tease your entrance with his cock.

Your eyes meet and there's a strange look on his face. He leans over you and presses a harsh kiss to your lips, his teeth biting at your bottom lip until he moves down, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your throat, leaving blooming bruises behind.

As he finally enters you, his name falls from your lips and one of his hands covers your mouth again. You're not upset by it, thinking you were just too loud again. He grinds his hips into yours slowly, his voice faltering as he quietly gets out, “Taking me so well, you're so good, so good…”

When you reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, something in him changes. He turns almost stiff under your touch, even as your lips press butterfly kisses to his jawline and cheek. In a flash, he's quick to take what he wants, his face buried in your neck as he grunts and groans softly into your skin.

You were so close to an actual orgasm, so close to falling from the edge when he suddenly pulled from you, furiously fisting his cock over your stomach and painting it in his sticky whites. He breathes heavily over you, unable to look you in the eyes, even as you raise a loving hand to brush his hair from his forehead.

You ignore the way your heart tugs when he pulls his face from out of your reach.

He grabs his shirt and cleans you off, tossing the soiled shirt off to the side as he murmurs, “Go wash up.”

You slowly gather yourself, worry seeping into your skin as you begin to ask, “... Law? Are you-”

He stops you by pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Just go wash up.” He repeats, still unable to look at you.

You sigh through your nose and gather your clothes, getting dressed in record time and reaching up to press a quick kiss to his jawline.

He, again, stiffens under your touch.

You frown slightly and finally leave his office for him to clean.

You bite back anxious tears until you reach the shower room, glad no one else was using any of them as you move towards the back. You turned off the furthest shower, stripping naked once more and tossing your clothes onto the small bench off to the side.

The second the hot water hit your skin, you began to sob. Something was wrong with what just happened and for some reason, your brain wouldn't let you process it. You finally gave the man you loved every inch of you, but somehow, you felt used.

It felt wrong.

You weren't sure how long you were in the shower for, not even noticing the water had gone ice cold. Your face was pale and sad as you turned the handle, the icy spray finally stopping its onslaught to your already frozen skin.

Wrapping a fluffy towel around you, you picked up your clothes into a bundle under your arm and padded off to your shared room with Ikkaku, opening the door and letting it shut behind you as you flopped face first onto your bed.

“Girl, what is with you?”

You turned your head to the side to see Ikkaku looking down at you with a worried expression.

“Are you sick? Do you want me to grab-”

“No!”

She jumped slightly as you shouted at her, panic and anxiety written in that one word as you slowly sat up onto your knees. You wrapped your cold hands around your just as chilly arms and whispered out brokenly,

“We…. Ya know….”

A surprised gasp came from Ikkaku and she shook you slightly by your shoulders, a wide grin on her face as she joined you on your bed.

“Ooo, you've been waiting for this! Well? How was it?”

You gave her a look that made her brows furrow. “... Oh god, was he that bad?!”

Your lips ticked up slightly as you gave a soft snort, shaking your head as you murmured,

“He was just… I don't know. It didn't feel like his heart was in it.”

Ikkaku's warm hands picked up your frozen ones, holding them to her chest as she asked softly,

“Not the way yours was?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you nodded, falling forward into her now open arms, cradling your body to hers. Her hands gently rubbed over your back as she shushed you gently.

“It's okay, Y/N… it's okay.”

You somehow sobbed out,

“I love him.”

Ikkaku shushed you again, holding you tightly as she replied,

“I know girl, I know…”

The Polar Tang rested at a quiet island, swaying slightly with the waves. Most of the crew was on the island grabbing supplies, while a few stayed behind to watch the ship.

It had been three days.

Three days since you gave yourself to your Captain, heart, mind and soul.

You haven't seen him once.

Even when you tried to bring him his usual cup of tea, his door was locked and there was no answer behind it.

You were half-way through lunch prep when Shachi comes into the kitchen, leaning comfortably on the metal island as he watches you cut vegetables.

“Hey.”

You look up, slightly shocked that you were so into your thoughts that you didn't hear him come in.

“Hey! What's up, Shachi?”

There's a deep frown on his face, eyes watching you intently under his shades as he says,

“The Captain wants to see you.”

Your heart almost stops.

A small smile ticks up your lips as you breathe out,

“Finally. I was starting to think he hated me or something.”

Shachi gives you a wavering grin in response, motioning for you to follow him with a movement of his head. You place your knife down and rip off your apron, tossing it aside, following behind him quietly.

When you both make it to Law's office, Shachi is quick to pull you into a tight hug, sniffling softly as he murmurs,

“No matter what happens, we love you.”

You pull back in shock, your face confused as you ask,

“... what the fuck does that mean?”

Shachi sniffles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the office door and pushing you into it. You give an indignant shout in response, grunting softly as you finally turn as you take in your Captain.

He sits quietly at his desk, his hands clasped together on top of the mahogany wood comfortably. He stares you down, the look in his eyes unrecognizable as you sit in the chair opposite his, your own hands clasped and resting in your lap.

“Y/N.”

Your heart breaks at the way he says your name without the usual suffix at the end.

“... Captain.” You reply softly.

Law internally winces at the way you speak. He gives a heavy sigh, taking his hat off and plopping it on the desk before running a hand through his hair. He's clearly looking for the right words to say, causing you to watch him with a slowly breaking heart.

“... Y/N, what we did… that was a mistake.”

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

“I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. You have my sincerest apologies.”

You sniffled, crossing your arms over your chest as if to protect your shattering heart.

“I don't have feelings for you like that, and I don't think I ever will. You are my subordinate, I am your Captain, and that's how it has to stay.”

You were silent for a long while, angry tears cascading down your cheeks as you thought about everything that happened between you both since you joined.

None of it mattered.

“Y/N?”

Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting his and for the first time, you saw shock wash across his face. He sat back in his chair slightly, unsure of what to say.

After a few moments, you stood, making your way to the door when he stopped you with a soft,

“Y/N-ya?”

You froze in your spot, pure fury rushing through you as you spun around and spat out,

“Fuck you, Law. You knew, you fucking knew, and you still took from me. That's all people like you do, is take, take, take, until people like me are left with NOTHING. I gave you my EVERYTHING, and IT STILL WASN'T ENOUGH?!”

You were shouting by the end. A small smidgen of pride washed over you at the look on Law's face, obviously not expecting you to snap at him like this.

“I loved you, I bent over backwards for you over and over, I did everything you asked of me and more, and yet even when I finally give you my body and my soul, you essentially tell me you don't care? You don't want me?”

Angry tears rushed down your face as you poured out your heart to him. His eyes had moved to his desk at some point, physically unable to look at you as you verbally tore him apart.

“That's fine. Enjoy your fucking karma, you fucking bastard.”

You ripped his door open and slammed it shut behind you, your boots slamming against the metal floor as you ran to your room. Reaching under your bed, you pulled up your duffle bag and began filling it, shoving everything you had into the bag until it was almost unable to close.

You didn't want to risk bumping into anyone with your bag so you opened the porthole window in your room, looking down and sighing happily when you saw your window was above the wooden dock. Tossing your bag out the window, you were just about to jump out and down when your door ripped open, a very anxious looking Law standing there watching you with wide eyes.

“Y/N-ya, don't do anything stupid!”

He took a step into your room and you gave him the middle finger, snarling at him,

“Eat shit, Trafalgar.”

You jumped.

You didn't look back up as your name met your ears, shaking off the tingling in your legs from falling from a decent height. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, kicking your feet into high gear as you suddenly hear,

“Room!”

You watch the soft blue bubble slowly surround you and you move as fast as you physically can, giving a shout of anger as you pop outside of the bubble right as you hear,

“Shambles!”

You spare a glance behind you, seeing a few boards from the dock missing, papers from your room now floating down into the water below. You shake your head slightly and continue running, ignoring the pain in your now ex-captains voice as he shouts for you again.

“Y/N-ya!”

You kept running until his voice was out of earshot, your angry and hurt tears nearly blinding you as you ran into a densely forested area. You were wiping at your eyes when you bumped into someone, falling back onto your ass with a shout of pain as your palms dug into the grassy ground.

“Oi! Watch where you're going, you brat!”

Your watery gaze looks up and you're shocked to see the redheaded Eustass Kid, one flesh arm and one metal crossed over each other on his massive chest.

It takes him a second, but he grins wickedly as he barks out,

“Well, if it ain't Trafalgar's little bitch! What the hell are you doing here?”

He cackles at the dark look you give him, slowly standing and brushing yourself off as you pick up your bag from the ground.

“Fuck you, Eustass. I'm not his bitch, and he's not my Captain. Not anymore, at least.”

Kid sneers down at you.

“The fuck does that mean?”

You sniffled and rubbed at your face angrily before tossing your bag over your shoulder and attempting to walk past him.

“It means what I fucking said, are you deaf?”

A heavy hand angrily pulls you back and your back is pressed against rough bark, Eustass’ scarred face inches from yours as he leans down to bark again,

“What the fuck does that mean?”

You glare back at him as you bark back,

“It means he wants nothing to do with me. It means, he took what he wanted from me and it still wasn't enough. He doesn't give a FUCK about me.”

There was something in Kid's eyes that flickered at your words. He gently puts you back down, leaning back up as he watches you rub at your eyes again.

He's silent for a few moments before he replies,

“Come on.”

You gave him a wary look.

“... why?”

Eustass only replies with a wide grin, cackling loudly for a moment before commenting as if speaking about the weather,

“I hate seeing gorgeous women cry.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, your mouth opening to snarl back a reply when you suddenly are stopped by him continuing,

“That and it's gonna get dark soon, you're not gonna wanna be here when it does. But that's up to you, brat.”

He begins walking away as he shouts over his shoulder,

“I could always use strong fighters on my crew, but if you wanna die out here like a dog, that's on you.”

You stare at his back, confused and anxious as your hand tightens around your bag strap.

You weigh over the pros and cons of leaving one pirate crew for another, especially ones from the Worst Generation.

It takes you only seconds to pull yourself together and run after him.

For an entire 24 hours, the entire crew minus Bepo search the island high and low for any trace of Y/N.

Law is furious as he paces in front of the Polar Tang, arms crossed as he waits for his Den Den to ring with news that someone had found you.

When night finally fell, Law continued to grow anxious, checking his pocket watch (a gift from you which now wretched his heart whenever he looked at it) and giving a grunt in irritation as he stared down at his resting Den Den. He pokes it gently to wake it up, the snail's eyes blinking tiredly up at his master before frowning.

“Call her.”

In an act that shocked Law, the Den Den slowly turned away from his owner and went back to sleep. The Heart Pirate Captain stood in utter confusion and slowly growing anger, he manually picked up the receiver and dialed Y/N's Den Den.

His heart sank lower and lower as it rang and rang, the soft peru-peru-peru echoing in his head.

His heart jumped when there was finally the soft click-clack of someone picking up the other end and Law quickly asked,

“Y/N-ya? Please, I'm sorry-”

He stopped as a familiar voice came through.

“Captain…”

Angry tears pricked at Law's eyes as he hissed out,

“Bepo?”

The mink sniffled on the other end before sobbing out,

“... She left her behind.”

Law slammed his own receiver down a little too hard, causing his Den Den to give a low hiss in pain. He rubbed at his face with a shout of irritation, huffing to himself.

He lifted his face at the sound of boots crunching into the gravel, hope rising in his chest as he took in the boiler suits coming closer to the Tang.

His heart drops as Shachi shakes his head once he's close enough, clapping a heavy hand on Law's shoulder as he murmurs,

“She's gone, boss.”

Law sighed softly through his nose, finally accepting the fate of his ex-crewmate. He picks up his Den Den and walks back into the Tang, ignoring the questions or comforting words from his crew.

In the silence of his room, Law holds a silly drawing you did of you both, a rare smile on Law's face in your art that pulls at his heartstrings. He smooshes the paper to his chest for a moment before placing it aside, sitting up and immediately meeting his black Corazon jacket resting in the chair you used to take up.

“... Cora-san…” he murmured as he rested his elbows on his knees, his face falling into his palms as he quietly asks,

“What have I done?”

[boyinatown]

Can I request Johan having his first time with the reader who's been with him throughout his life & has been his best friend but now he can finally show how he feels towards them? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻Thank you bestie ☺️

A/N : I hate this faggot.

I didn’t know what u meant with “ first time” so I assume it’s sex, the only thing y’all come to my page for. ( sluts ) idk how to write him either so if it’s a little off my bad.

Warning: Smut, nsfw , 18+

Pairing: Johan Seong x GN reader.

Johan seong was your best friend, and you were his. Wherever he went you stood at his side, he was wary at first but as time flew by he noticed you hadn’t strayed off yet. Occasionally visiting his moms shop with him, she knew you were his friend and ranted the whole entire time about him cutting his hair not knowing it was her son who was in the chair holding his emotions back.

He was stubborn, a very challenging person , he had guts and didn’t think twice of his choices always doing what felt right to him. It led him to problems, he’d dissapear for weeks , months , then return to you as if nothing happened. Despite your strong bond with him and knowing he won’t leave you behind alone , you were still afraid.

Taking it upon yourself to try and help him with his problems such as paying the hospital bills for his mother, his eyes problem and with the dogs he has. Not to mention his huge debt he owed to some people chasing after him , ofcourse you did this behind his back. You could also be stubborn, he just didn’t know it.

Or so you thought , when you walked back into your apartment after not seeing Johan for weeks he stood at the entrance of the door arms crossed , not happy with how tired your state was. Looks like you hadn’t eaten anything before going to your 3 jobs, not taking any time for yourself occupied with work and school.

“Why are you so distant these days? Are you mad at me, that it? If so, I apologize.” Johan paused watching you put down your stuff at the door running to him with opened arms engulfing him in a hug as if he’d run off if you didn’t let go, he melted into your touch letting his head rest on your shoulder , your hand stroking his hair. “Was worried f’you thought something happened to you.” he smiled hearing your mumbled voice in his neck.

Inhaling your scent he acted to his own feelings arms sneaking down lower , now his figure hiding yours under his hold, he threw you over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your thighs to make sure you didn’t budge or fall, kicking your bedroom door open he set you down on the bed taking off his jacket. Before you could open your mouth his lips pressed against yours swallowing your noise. Tongue fighting with yours not giving you time to adjust being forced just to let him do whatever he wanted. When Johan pulled away you were such a beautiful sight under him, confused , yet turned on not knowing what you wanted.

He was your best friend, sure he was attractive and you often dreamed off him on those lonely nights hand slipping underneath your pants to touch wherever it felt right moaning his name into your pillow crying your hands not doing the job right.

Though you’d never admit that to him, Johan started undressing you when he noticed you weren’t aware deep in your mind, his kisses trailed from your face, neck to your stomach gripping your hips , he rubbed his tip against your inner thigh looking down at you “Tell me, can I continue? Wanna show you how much I’ve missed you.” He looked at you with such pleading eyes , his dick just begging to enter you, with a small nod you hiss at the feeling of him stretching you out slowly. “Fuckkk…I knew you’d feel good, but damn….-“ he was focused watching his tip slide out then his cock disappear inside you once again.

You arched your back grabbing at his wrists that held your hips to ground yourself , slowly grinding back for more friction, you wanted more, needed more. Voice not working with you , grabbing his arm with such desperate eyes he stopped moving lips curling into a smile “ What is it? If you don’t tell me I won’t know.”

“Johan—“

“What?” He responded speeding his thrusts throwing your legs over his shoulders deepening inside you, biting his lower lip sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead , the bed creaked underneath you two threatening to break. Flying arms grab his back , he leaned over you to whisper stuff against your ear that he KNEW would send you over the edge. His thrusts never faltering , he was more fucking you as a punishment then wanting to tell you he missed you.

“Fuck..faster!—“

“No, not faster. Deeper, like This.” Emphasizing on the word this he somehow managed to fold you deeper into the mattress now going tougher harder and deeper then before , you were losing your mind scratching his back decorating it with your marks he’d look at in the morning proud of his work.

“M’gonna..gonna! “ when you moaned the warning Johan didn’t care he kept going he wanted to feel you cum on him, he needed to see your face , he has to, otherwise he’d start over he doesn’t mind, he loves the warmth of you anyways.

A few more pounds and you were coming undone on him yelling his name from the top of your lungs , grabbing the sheets beside you anything to ground yourself from the orgasm you had, Johan kept pounding away ignoring your cries of ‘ too much!’ ‘ sensitive!’

he needed to finish inside you, the sight burning it into his mind for when he’s away again from you to give him an ego boost and a reason to come back to someone, it wasn’t long until Johan also came throwing his head back long strings of ‘ fuuuuck—‘ till you felt his semen fill you, spilling out from you wetting the sheets below you both, Johan fell on you panting laughing.

“You smell, get off off me..”

“A thank you would be nice, I just gave you the orgasm of your life.” Johan responded to your joke with a smile rolling off you looking at you , stroking your cheek with the back of his hand wiping some tears away from your eyes.

“Thanks , Johan.”

This was the toughest smut I ever wrote I think.

Also his twin:

[hearts-4-vicky]

ugh this girl shes so cute like… im actually so down BAD its not even funny

Hi my loves🫶🏼 this was supposed to be longer n come quicker but i forgot to save my draft n i was so fucking done UGHHHH.. I just wanted to put something out for you guys as a thank you for all the support my last post got❤️❤️❤️ I never thought id be postin on here but 😛

anyway, tall! bodyguard! fem reader x wonyoung has been taking over my mind lately yall dont even understand 😭🙏 (this isnt proofread cuz im so done, so sorry my loves if theres something wrong😔)

lets say ur a bit older than Yujin (like by a couple months) n ur first official job as a bodyguard is to make sure Ive makes it to a pop up event safely😝 Starship hired so many of u guys because sasaengs have been appearing more frequently than before. So here comes you and like nearly 3 dozen more guards though you stand out due to how tall u r😍😍😍(like taller than 6’4 cuz babygirl wony is already tall asf😔🙏) n your build (muscular women r so fine UGHHHH)

You and the rest of the squad were walking to the girls big ass dressing room, though you felt many eyes on you. Its something you’re used to, always being the tallest in the room (cant relate😭) Arriving at the dressing room door gets you a bit nervous since you know how big ive is as a group and how stunning they are😍😍😍 Once you guys were given the green light to enter, you need to lean down to fit through the door. seeing this, one of your colleagues snickers, making you roll your eyes.

Ive’s manager introduces you and the rest of your crew to the members, short n sweet. As their manager was just giving a brief run down abt whats gonna happen once you guys arrive, Wonyoung notices you. You were much taller than her and stronger too from what she can see😍 baby girl would be so shocked since most girls shes met have never been taller than her🥺 She was so focused on you that she didnt notice how one of her members eyes were also glued to you😛

ur bitch ass was zoning the fuck out but still kinda listening to the manager but you noticed how drop dead gorgeous the members were (same) though you were always drawn to the tallest member. Her beauty had you practically fawning over her that you didnt even notice the rest of the squad (ayeee pull up wit da gang😝😝😝😝 im so sorry) left to go to the vans you all arrived in😭 Flustered at this, you jog to the door to catch up, hitting your head on the doorframe in the process 🥺🥺🥺 You hear giggles after, but failing to notice how Wonyoung’s eyes were full with concern. Whimpering at the slight sting, you hold your head while still trying to catch up with the rest.🥺🥺🥺

Wonyoung watches as you disappear into the distance, pouting as she hears her members talk about how cute you were🙏 she starts paying attention after hearing yujin ask if they was a chance you were single😭 “Maybe, but not after im done talking with her..” Gaeul says proudly, though its short lived as Wonyoung hears Rei respond “Unnie, she’d have to go her her knees to kiss yo-“YAH!” The room fills with laughter as the eldest sulks in her spot, mumbling how unfair life is. Wonyoung’s mind goes back to you, not wanting to hear her members talk about how they want to get to know you more😜

timeskip to the event cuz im SICK AND TIRED OF THIS APP.

You and the other bodyguards line up behind each side of the rope safety barriers (is that what its called…) You were near entrance of the building and could already seen waves of people try to get a glimpse of the idols that were soon to arrive

As the van pulls up you can hear the crowd getting louder by the second. They only get louder as the girls start to come out, first with Yujin, then Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and lastly Leeseo. Camera flashes and screams fill the air as the girls walk to the entrance of the building. They do their best to get there in a short amount of time while also interacting with fans

It was going smoothly, with the three eldest already at the door, waiting for the other members. Wonyoung was just a couple steps away from them before a man grips her wrist and pulls her closer to him. She tries to fight back but he is much stronger, tightening his already harsh grip. You act quickly, making the man let go and shoving him as hard as you can. He has a pissed off look on his face but it soon turns to fear as he sees you towering over him. The man nearly shits his pants after you bend your knees to be at eye level with him, hearing you call him the harshest words that come to mind.

After that, you let another bodyguard deal with the man as you turn your body to face the shaking girl. (babygirl was a bit scared cuz u seemed so pissed🥺🥺🥺) Your eyes soften at her state, shes frozen in her spot with widen eyes. Wonyoung focuses on you as you lean down to quietly talk to her. Her eyes are pretty is the first thing that comes to Wonyoung’s mind. She gazes upon your features for what feels like years, her admiration soon turning into attraction for you as she holds her now red wrist. You notice this, cursing the man in your head as you take a closer look at her wrist. holy fuck that shit is red, you meet her eyes once more, taking note on how hers seem to shine in the sunlight. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Jang?” you say in a sweet, soft tone. Wonyoung feels her heart start to race at how soft you are with her, a big contrast to how you acted to the man (duh)

“Oh-Yes! I’m okay, just a bit shaken up..” Wonyoung didnt respond right away since your warm aura made her start to relax. You nod, “Do you want me to escort you to the door?” She starts to nod, but is interrupted by her members rushing to her side asking her if shes okay. You step back, giving them their time but also waiting for her answer. After Wonyoung reassures them that shes fine she turn to you, nodding to your question from before. You failed to notice how her cheeks flushed a light pink as you walked behind her to the door🥺🥺🥺

time skip cuz its literally 1:30 am rn….

You didnt just walk her to the door but instead everywhere. You would only leave her side if she needed to take photos or use the restroom (though you were right outside the door just in case) You were following her around like a velcro puppy (clingy dog) 🥺🥺 Wonyoung thought you were so cuteee😭 she thought you were like a newfoundland puppy cuz ur so big UGH🥺 She watched as your eyes practically sparkled whenever you say something you liked or if someone brought up a topic you were interested in❤️❤️❤️ Babygirl was falling for you so hard rn

As the event was coming to an end, she wanted to go to the restroom before they left (it was an excuse to get you alone with her🫶🏼) She stopped right in front of the ladies door, making you confused. Wonyoung turns to you, leans toward you while slipping a piece of paper in your hand. She ran away shortly after to go to the rest of her members. It all happened so fast you were slow to comprehend what just happened. Reliving the moment for a few seconds you realizing she had kissed you on the cheek.

You place your empty hand over the cheek, now adored with a lipstick mark, as you smile like a dumbass😭 you hear your name being called to leave as well but before going over there, you read the note.

“Yn, I just wanted to thank you for making me feel safe and for getting to know me. I hope we meet again, as friends or maybe more?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

-Wonyoung <3”

You nearly fainted reading that last part.

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG💀

guys if u ever write on this app MAKE SURE YOU SAVE PLEASE…. (my asks r open if u want this to be continued or if u wanna request something❤️)

kk love you guys🫶🏼 be safe, and have a good day❤️

[fan-goddess]

Modern!Aemond + public and edging/denial please! 🥺

Authors Note: Thank you sweetie! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Fingering, public indecency, dirty talk, dom and dub talk, denial, edging, cocky Aemond, power play ish maybe, (I know I’ve missed some but if you see any let me know in any preferred way!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

Ever since Aemond had first met you, he always thought that you were beautiful. A vision of pure beauty that none could ever be compared too. Yet somehow, Aemond believed that you always managed to look a hundred times better when your face was scrunched up in pure ecstasy.

His hands could never be able to contain themselves whenever he was around you, especially when he thought of that fact about you. Though to be honest, Aemond never really tried that hard to keep them contained in the first place.

Even now, while he sits next to you in the lecture hall during one of his and your classes, his hands aren’t able to contain themselves as one begins crawling up the length of your upper thigh to try and reach under your skirt, where he already knows lies your light blue panties waiting for him. Tempting him even.

Your own hands of course like always when he does something like this, goes to stop him. Your soft skin gripping his own rough palm tightly, and pushing it away in an attempt to force him to stop. Shaking your head and motioning to the professor, who continues to stand and lecture the theatre of nearly a hundred other students, completely oblivious to what was happening between two of his students.

Only it has no effect on him, as Aemonds hand only just seems comes back eager than ever to feel you. His fingers practically itching to be coated in your warm delicious juices.

“Aemond! Stop this now!” You whisper to him, your brows furrowed in a way Aemond can’t help but think is absolutely adorable to look at. A surprisingly innocent thought in such a sinful situation.

He chuckles though, his fingers stopping for a moment only to roughly clench on your thigh. “No fucking way princess.” He grunts, before quickly taking advantage of your frozen shock to put his hand successfully up your skirt, and trace the outline of your already wet pussy on your underwear with his thumb.

“I thought you didn’t want this princess? Sure doesn’t feel that way…” He grunts, grinning while he looks towards the professor as if he wasn’t on the verge of entering you with his fingers right now.

“Arse…” You murmur, your breath suddenly hitching as Aemonds thumb presses down hard against your clit and providing you with a delicious amount of friction.

“What was that baby…” He murmurs, his eye that stares intensely at you liking a deep purple and admittedly breathtakingly stern.

“I called you an arse my love.” You mumble, stifling a whine as you shuffle in your seat from the sudden pinch you feel on your clit.

“Behave now…” He growls, the pad of his thumb now teasing your clit as his fingers tease the entrance of your leaking cunt. The professor still continues to drone on, and considering the fact that you know you won’t be able to take any more notes this period, you’re so glad he always puts the slides on google classroom after class…

You can feel the seat below you become slowly warm and even slightly damp, as your juices slide down your legs onto the seat. Aemonds fingers though do nothing within the likes of slowing down. If anything, they seem to go faster the moment he realises how hot and bothered you were becoming in his hold.

The coil you can feel boiling inside you is close to breaking point, and your legs feel as if they were shaking with how hard you were trying to keep yourself still and looking calm.

“Relax…” Aemond murmurs into your ear. The natural seductive purr of his voice causing a slight whimper to leave your lips. “You need to be quiet… or we’ll get caught. You wouldn’t want all our classmates to find out you’re being my little slut for me in front of them, would you?”

You can only manage a small nod as you bite down on your lower lip, swearing to yourself that you could taste blood on your tongue with how hard you bit down.

The coil in your belly feels like it’s just about to break. Just about there. You’re just about to-

It’s gone.

Your orgasm is fucking gone.

Aemond Targaryen, has just taken his fingers out of you and is licking them clean in front of your very eyes. Moaning quietly as he makes sure to lick away every drop he managed to coat his fingers in. He looks over to you, and if the both of you weren’t in the lecture hall right now, you’d honest to god, smack him where he sat. Especially as he gives you such an innocent expression and sympathetically murmurs, “Were you close baby?” Into your ear.

Your glare tells him all he needs to know as he chuckles in amusement, turning back to the listen to the professor, still continuing to talk about the topic he’d begun before Aemond managed to sneak his way into your underwear.

You’re mood isn’t exactly the best as you move to continue with your notes. And it sours even more when you feel Aemonds hand once again trying to get into your underwear.

“Don’t, you, dare…” You snarl, your glare enough to ignite a thousand fires. Only it does nothing to stop Aemond. If anything, it spurs him on more. As his fingers dig hard into the skin of your thighs before roughly scraping at your skin as it trails to your sodden underwear.

His rough hands this time don’t start with teasing your clit. Instead, they head straight to your dripping entrance where they enter swiftly and without resistance. And somehow, they manage to immediately begin bullying your sweet spot inside you that makes your hand immediately fly to your mouth to cover it, in fear Aemonds earlier taunt would come true.

Your legs begin shaking again, and your eyes quickly shutting as you feel yourself practically hurdling towards your orgasm. That is however, until Aemonds hands and in turn your orgasm, suddenly disappear from you. Causing your eyes to fly open and turn heatedly to him, rage clearly boiling behind them as Aemonds own hold only amusement.

The bastard….

“I swear to god Aemond I’m never fucking you again…” You mumble, your brows furrowed in anger as the professor calls to the class reminding them on the homework due Friday as they all begin to stand and leave the classroom, you and Aemond included.

As you storm out with a still grinning Aemond close behind you, to your utter embarrassment though, you realise that you can feel the warmth of your juices running down the length of your leg.

“Hey! Come on love! I’m sorry!” You can hear Aemond yell behind you. Yet as you turn around to look at him, still storming at full speed, it only fuels your anger as you see the grin he doesn’t even bother to hide still plain as day on his lips.

“No you’re not!” You yell, anger still brewing in your stomach as you walk in some unknown direction. But by the looks of it, you’ve annoyingly managed to subconsciously make your way to Aemonds dorm room.

You can’t bring yourself to change direction. So you continue to make your way to Aemonds room. Too annoyed to look at him as you eventually get there. Aemond being all too smug to do anything but amusingly chuckle as he unlocks the door for you and you burst past him, moving to lock the door behind him as he enters.

“Still annoyed with me?” He shouts to you as you roughly remove your coat and your bag to chuck them somewhere on the sofa.

You don’t answer. Instead, only pausing to glare darkly at your smirking boyfriend before going back to your previous task.

Aemond though isn’t satisfied with your lack of an answer. As you hear his footsteps suddenly make their way toward you, and you feel his hands curl tightly around your wrists to force you to face him.

“I thought I asked you, if you were annoyed with me.” He snarls. The once smug expression on his face gone and replaced with a stern look and voice, the sound of which sending shivers down your spine.

“That depends…”

“On what?” He grunts, his face betraying him as he can’t help but raise a brow in curiosity.

“Whether you can make up to me what you did earlier…” You purr, a Cheshire Cat like grin smeared on your face as Aemonds own now holds pure determination.

“Oh really?” Aemond chuckles, his hands eager as he shoves them for the third time up your skirt, his fingers swiping at your juices, before they’re placed in his mouth so he can moan at the taste. “You already seem pretty ready for me little slut. So I think if you want me to make it up to you, you better get in that bedroom, get all naked and pretty for me on that bed, ready for the fuck of your life. Cause I’m not going to stop until your begging for me to fucking stop. Do you understand me? Do you that would be enough to satisfy your cock hungry cunt?”

You find yourself nodding to his proposal immediately, and only a single thought manages to make its way in your head that you can’t help but let loose.

“We’ll see…” You smirk, beginning to make your way to the bedroom but quickly stopping and yelping as you feel Aemonds hand make quick contact with your arse, leaving a faint stinging feeling to erupt on your skin.

“We’ll see indeed…” You hear him murmur, and a slight smile makes its way on your face as you continue to the direction of the bedroom. Satisfied with your behaviour, and certainly eager for what’s to come in not even five minutes time.

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Hi I love all your hotchniss parents fics so much they’re such a comfort!! If requests are open, can I ask for a little hurt/comfort where hotchniss’s teenage daughter is sleeping in their bed again at night? For whatever reason you’re comfortable with writing and it reminds them of when she was little and would sleep in their bed🥺 just can’t get the image out of my head and i know you would do it justice if you want to <3

of course bestie <3 I love writing them with teenage/older kids. It has a special place in my heart.

I really hope this was what you were looking for and that you enjoy it <3

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Reminiscence

Emily and Aaron's teenage daughter has her heart broken.

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Warnings: None

Words: 4k (i got a little carried away!)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Here you go, sweetheart.”

Emily smiles as she looks at her husband and takes the glass of wine he holds out for her, “Thanks, honey.”

Aaron carefully observes his wife as she checks her watch, her cheeks puffed out as she blows out a breath. He presses a kiss to her forehead as he sits next to her and wraps his arm around her shoulder. 

“She’s fine, Em.” 

She grunts, irritation that only lasts a second licking at her insides at how well he knows her, “I know that,” she replies, huffing as she rests her head on his shoulder, “It’s just getting close to curfew.” 

Since the moment Hazel was born, everyone had always told Emily how much like her the little girl was. At first, it was the way she looked. How her daughter had her nose, and her dark eyes and her smile. As Hazel’s personality developed the comments became even more common, and Emily couldn’t deny how much of herself she recognised in her little girl, how she had so many of the attributes she’d always been told were bad in her but that seemed beautiful in her stubborn, adventurous, wilful daughter. 

As soon as Hazel became a teenager, however, Emily started to worry. She remembered all too well what she’d been like. All the secrets she’d hidden from her mother, and it made her long for the days when her daughter was a tiny thing that would crawl into her and Aaron’s bed when she’d had a bad dream.

“She’s sensible,” Aaron says, kissing her temple, pressing his smile against the edge of her grey hair, as he takes the glass of wine out of her hand and sets it down. “You know that.” 

She hums as she checks her watch again, “The half of her that is you is.” 

She worried less about Jack and Issac. Not because they were boys, but because they were both mini versions of her husband. Jack was the most sensible college student she’d ever met, and Issac was so serious his teacher had mentioned it at his most recent parent-teacher conference, a wry smile on her face as she told them she’d never met an 11-year-old quite as earnest as him. He was up in his bedroom playing video games and she knew that she wouldn’t have to remind him of his bedtime, that he’d quietly put the game away when he’d been told to.

Issac had Aaron’s stern glare perfected since the day he was born, quiet and furious to be born as he was placed on Emily’s chest for the first time, the complete opposite to Hazel’s loud and dramatic entrance to the world four years previously. 

Aaron laughs and hooks his finger under her chin to make her look at him, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” 

Warmth spreads through her chest, the familiar love she’d had for him for almost two decades as overwhelming as it always had been as she leans in to kiss him, the taste of the wine they were sharing passing from her lips to his. 

“I love you.”

He smiles as her breath skips across his face as she speaks and he kisses her again before he replies, “I love you too.” 

She smiles as she hooks her hand around the back of his head, her fingers pushing through his hair as she deepens the kiss, taking advantage of the rare opportunity of some alone time with her husband. She starts to lose herself in him and is about to shift closer to him, about to slip into his lap, when she hears thundering footsteps on the porch steps followed by the front door flying open. She slips out of Aaron’s embrace when she hears a gasping sob in the foyer and she walks out into the hallway. She frowns as Hazel comes into view, her face bright red and her eyes swollen as she sobs again, her face crumbling as she steps towards Emily. 

“Hazel?”

“Mommy.” 

The gasp of the name Hazel hadn’t called her in years pushes Emily forward, her arms reaching out as she gathers her daughter against her chest, the fierceness of the 15-year-old girl's hold on her only making her worry more. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asks, exchanging a look with Aaron as he steps out of the living room too, his worry just as obvious as hers as he steps towards them. She cups the back of Hazel’s head and encourages her to look at her. She checks for any obvious injury, looking her up and down, “Are you hurt? What’s happened?” 

Hazel’s lower lip trembles as she sucks in a breath, “Brock dumped me.” 

She sinks back against Emily, her sob shuddering from her chest into her mother’s. Emily wraps her arms around her and rubs her hand up and down her back, “Oh, baby I’m sorry.”

Aaron is about to step towards them, ready to pull them both into his arms, his wife’s distress at seeing their daughter so upset obvious despite the facade she was trying to hide it behind, but he spots his youngest son standing at the top of the stairs, his concern for his sister clear. Aaron looks at Emily and nods his head towards Issac and she nods in response, a silent agreement that he’d go and look after their youngest whilst she spoke to Hazel passing between them. He turns and heads up the stairs, his arm around Issac’s shoulders as he leads him back to his room. 

“Come on buddy,” he says, smiling softly at him, “Why don’t you show me that level on your game that you were telling me about?” 

Emily half pays attention as Issac frowns and eventually agrees with Aaron and lets himself be led upstairs. She focuses on Hazel, on the way she’s crying against her, the material of her shirt sticking to her skin, and her attempt to soothe her. She shushes her gently like she hadn’t in years and guides her towards the living room, barely getting a second to sit down herself before Hazel is pressed up against her again, her damp face against her neck.

“Do you want to tell me what happened with Brock?” She asks, hating how her daughter tenses against her, how her grip on her shirt tightens. 

Hazel and Brock had been dating for a few months. It had been long enough that he’d been to the house a few times, he’d sat at the dining table with them and been polite whilst they ate dinner and she and Aaron were sworn to ‘behave’ by their daughter. Hazel was infatuated with him. The kind of young love Emily knew almost always ended in heartbreak, but she’d hoped that Hazel would be spared this. 

Hazel sniffs as she pulls back, avoiding Emily’s eye contact as she looks down at her lap, “I don’t want you to be mad.”

“Sweet girl,” Emily says softly, cupping her chin and making her look up, “I won’t be mad. You can tell me anything you know that.” 

Hazel nods and her lower lip trembles again, her emotions still rumbling in her chest and forcing their way out. 

“We were going to…” she clears her throat and closes her eyes, “We were going to have sex,” she says, her voice low, embarrassment colouring every word. Emily is grateful for years of political training, for the fact she can school her features and not show her shock to the teenager sitting in front of her, forcing herself to breathe normally even though it feels like she’s been sucker-punched, “And I thought I was ready but…I didn’t want to. I changed my mind.” 

Emily had always been very open with her children when it came to sex. She didn’t want them to make the choices she had, didn’t want them to look for love and acceptance in all the wrong places and then be left to make the decisions she’d had to when she was young. She and Aaron had disagreed over it occasionally, the thought of his kids having sex as teenagers almost too much for him to bear, but she’d always been more realistic with it - aware they were going to do it anyway. Despite that, this was still hard to take. Hazel was the same age she had been in Rome, and, more than anything, it highlighted just how young she’d been then herself. 

She clears her throat, grateful when her voice doesn’t shake as she asks the first question that comes to mind, “Did he hurt you?” She asks tucking some of Hazel’s hair behind her ear. The teenager looks up at her questioningly, her head tilted in a way that made her seem even younger, “He didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do?” 

Hazel’s eyes go wide as Emily’s question registers and she shakes her head, allowing a small sense of relief to wash over her mother, “No. He didn’t,” she says, more tears falling past her lash line as she laughs bitterly, “He called me a tease and then broke up with me,” she chokes on a sound between a laugh and a sob, “He told me if I wouldn’t sleep with him someone else would.”

Anger licks at Emily’s insides as Hazel sobs, the sound catching in her chest as she covers her mouth and Emily can feel her own heart cracking in her chest. Every instinct she has is screaming at her to go find the teenage boy who had broken her little girl’s heart and tell him exactly what she thinks of him, but she reminds herself that isn’t what her daughter would want, or even need.

She needed her right here listening to her as she cried and bore her heart to her, pressed up against her chest in a way she hadn’t been in years. 

“I just want someone to love me like Dad loves you,” Hazel cries, shuddering against her, “I thought Brock did.” 

Emily sighs sadly and kisses the top of Hazel’s head as she continues to play with her hair, running her fingers through it like she had done ever since she was small. It was something that had always soothed all of the Hotchners including Aaron, her secret way of calming them down - a touch her husband always liked to say was magic. 

“Sweetheart,” Emily says softly, resting her cheek on top of Hazel’s head, “You’re 15. You have so much time to figure it all out,” she assures her, “I know that doesn’t help how this feels right now. But you do.” 

Hazel laughs humourlessly as she pulls back and shakes her head, “Boys suck.”

Emily chuckles and nods, leaning forward to kiss Hazel’s forehead, “I’m quite fond of your dad and your brothers,” she says, her smile widening slightly when one flashes across her daughter’s face, “But you’re right about the rest of them.” 

Hazel’s smile shakes, “Can I…”

She drifts off, and Emily can see how her cheeks go slightly pink, as if she’s embarrassed by whatever she wants to ask, “Can you what, sweetheart?” 

“Can I sleep in your bed with you and Dad?” She asks, avoiding eye contact again, “I don’t want to sleep alone, and it always made me feel better when I was a kid.” 

Emily has to stop herself from smiling too widely, and from telling Hazel that she was still a kid, well aware it wouldn’t go down well, and she nods, reaching out for her daughter's hand and squeezing it.

“Of course you can, baby.”

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Aaron is able to distract Issac for a while. 

He’s worried about Hazel, about whatever happened with Brock, the teenage boy Aaron had never been fond of anyway, but he tries to put it to one side to focus on his son. Eventually, not long after he hears Emily and Hazel walk up the stairs and towards the master bedroom, he puts the controller in his hands down, smiling at his son as he checks the time. 

“Time for bed Zac.”

Issac nods and switches off the console, handing Aaron the controller he’d been using so he could put them on the side. Issac hesitates as he lies down, sighing like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders as he does so. 

“Dad,” he says, the concern he’d had for his big sister coming back in full force “Why was Hazel upset?” 

Aaron sighs and sits on the edge of his son’s bed, his hands clasped in his lap as he looks at his youngest, “Brock broke up with her.” 

Issac looks affronted, a frown on his face that Emily would say was all him as he sits up a little straighter, “Why?” 

Aaron had a feeling he knew, but he hoped he was wrong because he knew he’d have to convince his wife to not hunt down a teenage boy he wanted to tell off himself. 

“I don’t know, buddy,” he says, “She’s going to be sad for a little while though.” 

Issac’s frown deepens, “Shall we beat him up?” 

“No, Issac,” Aaron chuckles and reaches out to ruffle his son’s hair, “You need to spend a little less time with Uncle Derek.” 

Issac looks at the one remaining stuffed animal in his room. A few months ago he’d declared he was too old for them and had asked his parents to get rid of all but one - a stuffed black and white cat called Hector that he’d loved since he was a toddler - claiming it would be good to have one for emergencies. Emily had bagged them all up and put them in the loft in case he ever changed his mind, and they all pretended he didn’t cuddle up to Hector every night. Aaron watches as he reaches out for it, hesitating for a split second before he wraps his hand around Hector’s paw and passes it to Aaron. 

“Can you give this to her?” 

Aaron presses his lips together to suppress a smile and grabs the toy from him, “Are you sure buddy?”

Issac nods, “It’s for emergencies and this is an emergency.” 

He smiles and stands up, dropping a kiss on his youngest’s head, blown away by his kindness and empathy as always, “That’s sweet. I’ll make sure she gets him.” 

Issac smiles as he settles back down, “Love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, Zac,” he says, kissing his head again before he heads towards the door, “You know where we are if you need us.” 

He blows out a breath as he steps out into the hallway and he smiles at the stuffed cat in his hands. They’d lost it once when Issac was young, misplacing it at an airport during a vacation. Issac had spent almost a day crying in Emily’s arms as Aaron hunted it down, edging on abusing his privileges as an FBI agent to get his son’s favourite toy back. He steps into the master bedroom and smiles softly as he spots Emily and Hazel curled up together, the teenager looking younger than usual with her make-up gone and her head on her mother’s chest. 

“Zac wanted you to have this,” Aaron says as he walks across the room, exchanging a smile with his wife as he hands the cat over to Hazel.

Hazel chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her throat. She hugs the toy against her chest and rests her cheek on the top of it, “Hi Hector,” she whispers against its threadbare fur, “Will Zaccy be okay without it? He still likes to sleep with it.” 

Aaron sits on the edge of the bed, “He said he’d be fine,” he assures her, his lips curled into a half smile, “He said this was an emergency.”

“That’s sweet,” Emily says, running her fingers through Hazel’s hair as she imagines how seriously her youngest would have been as he passed the toy over to give to his sister. As an only child, she’d never experienced the love of a sibling, not until she joined the BAU and was suddenly surrounded by people she would one day class as her family. She loved the love her children had for each other, and it gave her comfort that they’d always have each other - even long after she and Aaron were gone one day hopefully decades from now. 

Aaron reaches out and places his hand on Hazel’s knee and squeezes, “You okay, sweetheart?” 

She shrugs, her focus on Hector as she plucks at some lose fur, “I don’t know,” she replies, her lips pressed into a firm line, “Boys are stupid,” she says, her eyes flashing up at him, “Present company not included of course.”

Aaron chuckles and squeezes her knee again, “I’m sure your Mom would agree that I can be plenty stupid myself,” he says, winking at Emily when she rolls her eyes, “You sleeping in here with us?” 

Hazel sniffs and nods, tightening her hold on Hector, “Yeah. Mom said it was okay.” 

“Of course it is,” he says, “I’m going to get ready for bed,” he says, squeezing her knee one more time before he stands up. 

Emily gets up too, slipping out from underneath Hazel, “Me too.” 

“Before you make out in the bathroom,” Hazel says, settling down onto Emily’s pillow, “Please remember your heartbroken kid in your bed.”

Emily smirks at Hazel as she walks to the bathroom, making a point of stepping a little closer to Aaron than necessary, “No promises, honey.” 

As soon as the ensuite door closes behind them, Hazel’s half-hearted joke in response to Emily lost behind the wood, Emily’s shoulders sag, the fake cheeriness she’d put on for their daughter gone in an instant. She covers her face with her hands and sighs, her chest shuddering with it as it escapes. Aaron walks over and pulls her into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She hooks her arms around his back, pressing herself as close to him as possible, soaking as much comfort as she can from him until they go back out into the bedroom and she has to be okay again. 

“What happened?”

She rests her forehead against his shoulder for a moment before she pulls back to look at him, “You have to promise me that you’ll be level-headed about this,” she murmurs, her tongue wetting her lower lip as she shakes her head, “Because I don’t want to be and one of us has to be so we don’t end up on the local news.”

He smiles as he tucks some hair behind her ear, the low light of the bathroom catching on the silver strands he loved so much. She’d dyed her hair for years, hiding the grey flecks that would appear in her roots every couple of months. He’d encouraged her to grow it out. Something about growing older with her, about watching the years they’d spent together reflected in the laugh lines around her eyes that made him love her even more. 

“Well,” he says, “You did used to be a spy. I think we’d get away with it,” he clears his throat  when she raises her eyebrow at him and he nods, “I promise.” 

She blows out a breath and closes her eyes, giving herself a moment to calm herself down, “They were going to have sex,” she says as evenly as she can, not missing how his eyebrows shoot up his forehead and how his grip on her tightens, “She changed her mind and he dumped her for it.”

“He did wha-” he cuts himself off as he raises his voice, the way she glares at him enough to force him to clear his throat, his anger pushed down into his belly, making it roll in a way that makes him feel nauseous, “That is…” he shakes his head, “Is she okay?” 

She laughs humourlessly, “No. She’s completely heartbroken, she said she just wants someone to love her,” her voice cracks and tears burn at the back of her eyes, her breath shaky as she tries to hold it back, “I remember how that feels, Aaron,” her chin trembles, “I just don’t want her to think that next time she doesn’t have a choice if she wants someone to stay with her.” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, cupping her cheek and wiping away a tear as it slips past her lashes, “She knows she has us, and she’s got a lot of friends and two brothers who love her,” he leans in and kisses her forehead, “She’ll be okay. Maybe not today, or for a little while, but she will be,” he offers her a half smile, “She’s just like you.” 

She smiles at him. It shakes, but it’s genuine, and she nods, hugging him again and breathing him in, giving herself another couple of seconds of him before she steps away and sighs. 

“We should actually get ready for bed,” she says softly, “Before she thinks we really are making out in here.” 

He chuckles and nods, and they get ready quickly and quietly, both of them desperate to get back out to their little girl. Emily is ready first, something that was unusual - her normal skincare routine stripped back to the basics, and she kisses him before she leaves the bathroom, a murmur of her love for him pressed against his lips. 

He’s just about ready himself when he hears his phone vibrate on the counter where he’d set it down as he got changed into his pjyamas and he picks it up, frowning curiously when he sees it’s from Jack. 

Zac texted me about Brock. We ride at dawn. 

Aaron sighs and lovingly shakes his head, enjoying a moment of amusement he knows he shouldn’t show his wife to keep his promise to her that he’d be level-headed about it. He sends a response to his oldest, telling him he’d call him in the morning, and then he heads out to the bedroom. He can’t help but smile when he sees Emily and Hazel curled up together, Hector squished between them. For a moment it’s 10 years ago and Hazel is 5 and upset about monsters that didn’t exist anywhere other than her dreams, not 15 and heartbroken over a boy that never deserved her. He wished he could make it go away for her like he did back then, that there was some way he could make this better, but he knew all he and Emily could do was be there for her. 

“Is he going to join us or just stand there and stare at us?” Hazel stage whispers, not lifting her head from Emily’s shoulders, and he shakes his head before he walks over, climbing under the covers. 

“We should get some sleep,” he says, dropping kisses on both of their foreheads like he would have done all those years ago, another flash of his past colliding with his preset. 

Hazel hums in response and encourages him closer, sighing something near contentedly as she settles between both her parents, “Love you.” 

“We love you too, Haze,” Emily says, running her fingers through her hair, “Try and get some sleep, sweetie.” 

They both lay there for longer than necessary and watch her, their focus on her sharp long after she’s fallen asleep, her grip on the stuffed cat in her arms finally loosening. Both Emily and Aaron wonder where the time had gone, how it had been 15 years since they’d first brought Hazel home, and as they drift off to sleep themselves they idly hope time would slow down so they could enjoy as much time with their children as possible. 

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I just adore your blog! Something about it and your imagines are just so sweet and homey 🥺 Could I please request some headcanons for Vash, Woowoo and Knives with a reader who loves to draw and is really passionate about it? I mostly have general sketching/figure studies in mind but you can do whatever is easiest for you! I hope that you have a good day and your blog continues to prosper <3

Thank you for the compliment 🥺!!! I'm so glad it feels homey. I try to make things like a home here... after all I LIVE HERE... thank you I hope to keep this blog going for a while after trying to revive it like twice before!

I think this request is so cute, I'm an artist too (have been for like, over a decade ^_^) so I've got lots of ideas in that aspect. I tried to keep to general sketching/traditional stylings of art but I think a lot of these can be applied to other art areas too!!

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives x Reader: Artistry

Content Warnings: None! Reader doesn't have a specified gender, and some parts of the imagines are a little romance-oriented but this could also be interpreted as a strong friendship. Also this is my first mutli x reader so I hope the formatting's alright. No version was in mind for any of these so take them as you will!

Vash

Oh, he is definitely excited about this.

Vash is a bit of an artist, himself. He can do those super-complex technical drawings, and he really likes making art of machinery and stuff like that. There's a lot of diagrams of his arm lost in a notebook somewhere.

He loves to see your style and interpretation of the things around you. Seeing the world through your eyes, even for just a moment, is like heaven to him.

If you ever give him some of your art as a gift, he keeps it hung up on a wall or wherever he can stay for a while. (If he's in a more permanent place, his walls are covered in your art. He just loves it that much.)

The ones that are most special to him, he likes to keep in his pockets, so he can look at them whenever he needs a morale boost. Like, this is what he's fighting for: a world full of love and peace, a world that's able to keep creating beautiful art like this for years to come.

One day, the two of you get to draw each other as a sort of practice. Seeing each other through the others' eyes... again, it feels like a dream. Vash draws all the parts of you that you weren't always confident about with such care that you feel truly loved by him in that moment.

Wolfwood

"Oh, yer an artist? ... Can ya draw me?"

Yes he will absolutely pull that stunt at least once or twice, if only to get a hilarious dirty glare out of you. If you do actually take him up on this, he might let out a nervous "Haha... I mean, ya didn't have ta' do it, but..." He'll be really charmed.

Though his hands are strong and nimble from doing all those flippant tricks with the Punisher, he's entranced with the way you're able to use yours to create, to draw.

He's always sneaking you extra supplies, like pens, pencils, and paper, whenever you least expect it. You never have to ask for any of those things anymore, or even shop for them--they just happen upon your desk whenever you think you're running low.

One day, he takes a piece of your paper and a pen and doesn't let you see what he's doing until he's all done. He's a little dodgy about showing you, eventually he does. It's a crude scribble of the two of you, though you can tell he really put his all into it.

It's your most prized possession, and you give him a big hug for it.

Knives

Much like Vash, he's actually an artist himself--but doesn't really call himself one, rather saying that he's... capable of copying something he's seen part-for-part. So, his drawings are more like pictures or prints. They're exact. Eerily so.

The art that you make gets a half-hearted snort of approval from Knives, which is basically one of the highest praises he can offer in his own sort of language.

Though normally he'd want to give some sort of unwarranted criticism for a drawing looking wonky or off, he saves you from it. He doesn't want to break your passion--but he's not going to admit that outright.

If you do ask for criticism, though, he's very thorough while keeping you on the road to improvement. If you're studying a specific style, he's reading up on it. If you're trying new materials, he's making sure you have all the tools necessary for it.

And speaking of materials, he's able to secure uncommon colors and rare tools for you to use for art. He's making sure that everything you create is of the highest quality.

One day, you drew a portrait of him and presented it to him as a gift. He gave out that little snort of approval and maybe even a a tiny "Thanks..." as he wandered off. He secretly keeps it close to look at it in his private time, tracing his fingers over the ink marks and recalling your movements.

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Shorts - Harry Potter x Reader

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Warnings: Smut, name calling, etc.

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You pull the new shorts you had bought from Hogsmeade and chuckled softly. You had ordered school merchandise that had just been released for students, and you decided to buy a personalized pair of very short and very tight athletic shorts; with an abroidered "Potter" right across the ass, just for your very own boyfriend, Harry Potter himself.

You take them into your dorm's bathroom with you, slip your school skirt down, and step out of it. The material of sht shorts while tight, are very stretchy. You know just from looking at them that your ass will look great. Perfect, even. You slip the shorts on, sliding them up your thighs and over your ass. "Bloody perfect." You say to yourself, turning your body around and looking at your backside in the mirror. You smooth your hand over the "Potter" shown across your ass. "He is going to loose his mind." You laugh softly.

Harry knew you had a surprise for him when he got to your dorm after Quidditch practice, which should've ended about 5 minutes ago. Meaning Harry should arrive any minute. You finally hear your dorm door swing open. "Y/n/n, I'm home! We had tryouts today, this is probably going to be a rough season, just warning ya." Harry calls to you, taking off his muddy shoes after he shuts the door. He sees the bag your shorts had come in. "Baby, did you buy merch? Should've told me! We got tons for Quidditch." Harry says, looking in the bag. "What'd you buy, love?" He asks again, before turning around and seeing you lean on the bathroom doorway. "Oh, just these shorts... Getting hot in my dorm room lately, thought I'd dress appropriately." You said, biting your bottom lip. Harry looked you up and down, (about 5 times) and his jaw was on the floor. "Babygirl. You look, fantastic," He said, "Come here." He demanded, and you happily complied. He took your hand and spun you around so he could see the embroidery. "Fuck" He moaned out, his hand on your ass, squeezing it. You looked back at him over your shoulder. "I hope you like them, baby." You say innocently

"I love them, fuck. But they're coming off." Harry groaned out. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Harry!" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his waist to keep you from falling too forward. He threw you on the bed and hovered over you. "You drive me fucking crazy, looking like that," Harry grumbles, in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at just the right spots. "Fuck, you're beautiful," Harry says, coming up to your face, and tackling your lips with his. You moan at his words. His hands travel down to your heat, which is already soaked with your juices through the thin fabric of the shorts. You gasp and moan at his fingers just lightly touching you, "Are you wet from my words baby girl?" Harry groaned in your ear. "Well, they're filthy, got to take them off now, eh?" Harry smirks at you, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband, and pulling them off. "No panties, you slut." Harry groans, one hand teasing you, the other snaking up to your throat. "Harry, fuck. Please" You beg "Please what, angel?" He asks mockingly. "Touch me, fuck me, something." You cry. "Very well, pretty girl gets what she wants." Harry undoes his belt, taking his pants off. Then, his boxers. His cock was hard, leaking with precum. You moan at the sight "My eyes are up here, doll." He said, drawing circles around your glistening clit. Your hands grip the sheets in pleasure. Back arching.

Harry hovers back over you, lining up to your entrance. Kissing you roughly, both of you moaning from his cock teasing your slit, he slides in, earning both of you to moan in pleasure. "You always- feel so f-ucking good." Harry grunts as he fucks you, picking up the pace. "Harry, faster." You beg, nails dragging down his back. "Careful what you wish for," Harry says, going faster now. You can see his cock bulging through your lower stomach. "Harry...I'm close," Wrapping your legs around his waist. "Me too, angel." Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, both huffing and trying to catch your breath; you ride your highs. You feel his warm juices in your body, your buddy shutters and you release on his cock. "Fuck, you're brilliant," You say, chest rising and lowering. "You too, with those bloody shorts," Harry says, kissing your earlobe. Your hands intertwined with his hair as he lays on top of you, "I love you, Harry." You whisper in his ear. "I love you more, y/n" He responds.

"I love you the most."

[thatonejingyuanenthusiast]

hii!! when i opened tumblr and saw that we were moots i was so surprised, i really like your blog but when i followed you i didn't expect you to notice me at all😭 i'm really happy!! and i didn't know what to do bc just saying i'm happy doesn't feel sufficient enough but thank you so much🥺 i wrote a little thing with jing yuan for you👉👈

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Of all the things Jing Yuan had brought into your life, it was the normalcy that you appreciated the most. With him, everything felt right — you were less panicked, less pressured, less restless. You'd never known how good it could feel to let the days trickle by with nothing turning in your mind, removed from the hustle and bustle of life, feeling like you were in your own little bubble where everything was perfect. You only had him to thank, because you knew he worked for the peace he shared with you, and the entirety of Xianzhou.

The Dozing General as lovingly as he may be, was so much more than just that. Jing Yuan had to be the most perceptive man you'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. It flickered behind drooping eyes, dull sparks lighting across amber, always something molten in them that stirred at the prospect of change. He'd fix things even before they began to shift out of place; there was careful organisation in the way he lived. Yes, he slept, and that may have been all that anyone else ever bothered to see, but you knew Jing Yuan. 

You knew him.

He slept, but before that, it was paperwork — two piles of it that he scanned over, took the words and stored away. His signature sprawled lazily, because he'd been writing it out since the break of dawn and yet, his pen only touched the plans he approved. He slept, and then after, it was overlooking the Cloud Knights, making sure everyone knew what they were doing, making sure they were trained sufficiently in case of a disaster. Really, compared to the amount of time he spent maintaining what he'd built, he didn't rest enough. You could testify to that, you were by his side more often than any other.

It was morning when you'd found yourself back at the entrance of his office, a warm glass of fresh Puffergoat milk in hand. You knocked gently, and let yourself in when his voice invited you to. The click of the door shutting behind you barely registered as you let your eyes drink in the sight of him. Hair slightly mussed, curling prettily over an eye, the other shimmering gold so phosphorescent you had to look away for a second. Taking all your breath, he really was so beautiful it was hard to believe he was a constant in your life. How lucky you were, you'd never be able to express.

“You've been gone long.” Chin resting on lithe fingers, head tilted at an angle that made the sunlight seem as though it was melting on his skin — he was teasing you, in a voice so light and airy it seeped into the crevices of your mind and reverberated.

The glass placed on his desk, your hands brushing through fluffy white locks, undoing his red ribbon and letting it slip. “Did you miss me?” You asked in a whisper that was barely as playful as you wanted it to be, not when you were looking at him in that way, not when you traced the mole under his left eye as gently as you did. Everything you gave him, all your words and touches, like you were so in love nothing could make them sharper.

His features, as reassuring as ever, softening into something you longed would stay with him for all eternity. Happiness in his small chuckle, in the way he pulled you closer and the languid brush of your lips on his. You were wrapped up in that familiar embrace that had quickly become home to you, feeling the beat of his heart, steady, something you wanted to fall asleep to. You closed your eyes, pressed up against him like he was the puzzle piece that completed you. With him everything was alright. Everything was as it should be.

“Of course I did.”

I'M GOING TO CRY?!? HELLO?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD 😭😭😭💖💖💖 THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I really loved it!!

I think I fell harder for Jing Yuan because of this

BUT! Because of this I got out of artblock and cooked (I think)

THIS IS STILL A WIP!! But I love it too much I had to dedicate this to you !!

[wizardfrog69]

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Fyodor teaching his s/o how to play cello with fluff🥺🙏

Thanks for the request! :)

'•.¸♡Teach me, please♡¸.•'

Fyodor x reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Fyodor had been gone all day, which was the norm, unfortunately, but you grew used to it, as long as you could see him and give him a thousand kisses at the end of the day. But today, Fyodor was not home, or at least that's what you thought. You did not hear any leave or enter the house all day, but then again, you were focusing on other things, so you might have missed it.

Fyodor's absence began to worry you for a bit until you heard the beautiful melody of 'Moderato' coming from the study. Instead of running into the room, you went against your own wishes and moved gracefully to the doorframe, leaning against it while melting into the enchanting melody, pulling you in and wrapping you in passion beyond your wildest dreams.

Despite your attempts to stay out of sight, Fyodor caught you smiling while his cello entranced your mind to dance about. The piece was not long, finishing as soon as it started. Once the addicting music came to a hault, your mind reawoke, and all of your attention rushed to Fyodor. Your body, coming to life and moving on its own towards Fyodor, trapping him in a love filled hug for a brief moment. "That was amazing!" You complimented. "Thank you, my dear." Fyodor replied with a sly smirk painted on his lips.

The sounds of a cello had always captivated you, and so you decided to ask for a lesson in such a wonderful instrument. "Fyodor, could you teach me how to play the cello?" Fyodor's reaction was not one of surprise, no, he knew you were going to ask him some day, and all the times he would spend dreaming about the moment would come into reality.

"Of course, my dear." He stood up and gestured you to sit down. He positioned the cello and bow in your hands, guiding you in every step of the way. His hands on yours as he moved your hands and fingers as if they were an extension of his own, showing you all the basic keys, how to play them as enchanting as his own skills. His hair brushing against your skin, his cold hands against your warm ones, his chest pressed against your back, the crooked keys becoming more flawless with every second you play.

Time flies by, and in a matter of what seems to be minutes, you are able to play a simple melody. Your body supports the weight of the cello while it rests against your body. Your hand and fingers guide the melody and the music, manipulating it to create an almost as enchanting melody as Fyodor creates.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Guess who didn't die.

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson didn't die, also the moon landing was fake, watch a video about it without any sources then you'll believe me.

I'll try getting better at jokes later, I promise.

For now, I hope everyone is enjoying their summer and you are doing stuff ig.

Have a wonderful day/night and do something you love, talk to someone you love!

-with lots of love, Azrael the wizard frog

[fatuismooches]

I've been lurking around your blog for a while now [and was too afraid to send in an ask HAHA-] but I've got this teensy brainrot? That I wanna share oop

So y'know, Capitano's all big and strong. Our lovely soldier. I can't help but think maybe one day his helmet gets destroyed in a fight [however miraculous that may be]. So he just comes home to us, avoiding us entirely. Why? He's scared. He doesn't think his face would be satisfactory to us, or anyone, for that matter. So he's hiding.

But imagine assuring him that it's okay. We love him, face with scars and all ndbksnf I love strong men who's whipped for their S/O 😔☝

♡, 🌼

Certified Capitano simp™

ANOTHER CAPITANO SIMP?? WELCOME 🌼 ANON!!

And omfg yes, that's literally sooo cute🥺 For fluff reasons we'll ignore the circumstances of the helmet broken but😌 I imagine he has to find a way to cover his face since he doesn't want his soldiers seeing him like that either, so maybe he has like a cloth covering his face. He's getting looks from the soldiers since they're so accustomed to the helmet and the darkness behind it but that's the least of his worries right now. How are you going to react? Will you be scared? Frightened? Angry? Shun him? All of those are things he's experienced before.

You know there's a problem when Capitano doesn't enter through the front door of the mansion. He always does, and you're always there to greet him. Instead, you see him going through a side entrance from a window... and hm? He's not wearing his helmet? And that's when it clicks. He doesn't want you to see him without his helmet. You've come to realize it's not just a physical piece of equipment, but rather something he wears for his own mental sake around you. No matter how many times you've reassured him you'd love him all the same, no matter what's under the piece of metal, he simply patted your head and thanked you.

Of course, you were going to intercept him. He shouldn't be scared of what you'd think! And so you hurried to literally the other side of the house, which was actually quite a run. (The house is freaking huge and Capitano walks a mile with one footstep.) But you were too late. He had already entered your shared room with the door locked.

You gently knocked on the door and called his name. There was no response and you sighed, pressing your weight against the frame as you called his real name this time. At this point, he'd probably found another spare helmet to put on, but you couldn't leave.

You knew he was in there, you called, and you saw him. All you wanted was for him to feel comfortable around you, to be able to forget about his duties for a bit around you. And while you're aware of the reservations of his face around you, you want him to be able to trust him with it. That you'd never stop loving him regardless. And then the door opened a creak, and you took the opportunity with no hesitation. You rushed into the room and that's when you saw him <3.

You didn't care what anyone thought. Capitano was so beautiful to you. He seemed to take your silence negatively and began to pull away, but you quickly yanked him back and kisses him with all the love you could muster. And again. And again, which Capitano greatly enjoyed. You could always tell by the slight curve of his lips.

After, you couldn't help but bury your head into his chest, mumbling about how he hid his handsome face from you for so long. You found him wholly attractive, both inside and outside, you told him confidently. You loved him so, so much, you assured him. Capitano could only whisper another thank you and run his large hand up and down your back, hoisting you into his lap.

You give him sooo much smooches after that <3 You're sure to record this as the day you were first able to give him forehead and cheek kisses!