#muscular!reader

[m-jelly]

Hello jelly!

Can I request a masculine Female reader x Levi? Like shes very strong, TALL, has a really quiet and badass personality lol. Levi is all for it honestly.

Ideas for theme cause idk.

Guard reader x Prince levi

Marley/ war

Modern Au

Thank you have a fabulous day!

@ladycheesington

My sword and my heart

Levi x Fem!Reader

Royal AU, Prince Levi, tall reader, muscular reader, strong reader, secret romance, fluff, loving Levi, Levi is a bit of a simp/fan.

Levi has admired and loved you for so long. He can't help but flirt with you and get you so flustered. He finds it enjoyable to get you, a strong and tall woman, to blush hard when he looks up at you and compliments your skills and beauty.

No tags as it is reader-specific.

The royal tournament used to be something Levi hated, but then you joined his guards. Now, Levi looked forward to the event. You loved competing in his name and crushing all the competition. The love you had for it was clear to Levi when you battled, which was one of the reasons why he enjoyed it so much now.

This year it was a summer event and all the royals and families of high standing put a guard, knight or a few soldiers forward for battle. Others always put in a few, but Levi only ever put just you in. He made sure your armour was perfect for you and you were comfortable within it.

You were a marvel to behold in your comfortable armour. You never wore overly heavy things, just the right amount that allowed you to be flexible, move fast and allow your muscles to breathe. You were rather proud of your outfit and it was the second event you had gone to. A lot had changed since the last one, now you were romantically involved with the Prince and he was making steps for love to be allowed so you could marry.

You pouted a moment as you adjusted your large sword in its scabbard. You looked around for the Prince, but couldn't see him. You felt a little deflated that the man who had stolen your heart was not here. For so long you swore you would dedicate your life to being a guard of the royals and fighting bad people and monsters. The concept of love was just not something you considered, but here you were searching for the man you loved.

"Knowing you are looking for me makes my heart flutter."

You looked down at Levi in his royal suit. A blush spread on his cheeks at seeing all his medals. It was a white suit with many gold buttons and a white cape on one side and red on the other. His hair was tamed back showing off his handsome face. A sword was in a scabbard on his hip.

You bowed your head to him. "Your highness."

"No need to bow." He offered his gloved hand to his butler. "I have something for you." He took something from the butler and showed it to you. "I hope you like it."

You gasped at seeing the grand dark green cape with Levi's royal arms on. "It's incredible, your highness. Is it really for me?"

"Yes."

You clenched your fists as you fought your emotions. "Thank you. I will wear it with pride."

He pulled away when you reached for it. "No, no. I insist on putting it on you." He walked behind you and connected it to your shoulders. "There, perfect." He walked around to face you. "It won't slow you down or get in your way, will it?"

You shook your head. "N-no. I can fight with it." You puffed your chest out. "I can fight better with it! It'll fuel me!"

He touched your armour at the front before leaning up and kissing the corner of your mouth. "May that fuel you better."

You shivered. "Yes, your highness!"

He smiled fondly as you ran towards the tournament grounds. He climbed up to his seat allowing him to look down at the grounds. He sat in his cushioned seat and felt himself smile as soon as he saw you standing with pride. Yet again, you were the only woman out there fighting.

The event started as normal, and the Emperor of the land announced the reason for it. Jokes were made about you as well, but it was clear that this was not getting to you and you were just excited to fight. There was a burning fire within you to fight with everything you had.

The first round king of the hill. It was one-on-one fighting and whoever won would remain in the arena and keep fighting until they were knocked out, or they won. It was an exciting battle and really got the crowd going.

Levi felt a burning pleasure and desire run through him as soon as you walked with grace into the area. You held your head high and readied yourself. For someone so strong and tall, you moved with grace and poise. Your movements were like a dance. Your body would twist beautifully and then you would use such powerful strength that came from raw rage.

Levi was on the edge of his seat as he watched you cut down every single man you faced off against. Your last opponent was the Emperor's who was known to have a massive ego. It was clear that he was trying to get into your head by talking to you, but it only made you want to kick his ass more.

The battler didn't take very long. You went right into attack mode and knocked him back with a slash after slash. Levi's heart skipped a beat when you sliced so hard that you cut his sword in half. He stood up when you got in your opponent's face, pulled back and twisted so beautifully with your cape and kicked him hard.

The area was quiet for a moment, but then all eyes were on Levi as he jumped up and cheered with pride. As soon as Levi cheered for you, so did his staff with him and your guard friends who were protecting him. It made your heart flutter and tears fill your eyes when you saw how much love there was for you.

The victories didn't stop there. You dominated the tournament and won almost everything for Levi. The ones you didn't win were the ones you weren't taking part in. The horse racing was nailing biting close between you and a rather lovely knight who was always kind to you.

At the end of the tournament, you were ready to gain your award but the Emperor did you dirty. You were disqualified for breaking his knight's sword. You accepted it, but it was clear Levi and his people were furious. So, you had to honour them.

You strolled over to where Levi was sitting. You could see the hurt and anger in all their eyes. You smiled at Levi and placed your hand on your heart. You dropped to one knee and bowed before him. You rose up and inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Prince Levi! It was a great honour to fight and win this tournament for you! Long may you rein!"

Levi's cheeks burned at your speech. You had said you'd won, even though the emperor said you hadn't. Levi hated the Emperor of this rival land, so it made him happy you were standing up to him. Plus, declaring long may you rein about Levi was a bigger blade to dig into the Emperor's ego.

Levi ran down to the fence and leapt over it. He raced over to you and yanked you to your feet. He gazed up and smiled. "You are so beautiful." He pulled you down and kissed you with all the love in his heart. "I love you."

You whined a little at everyone seeing that you and Levi had been in a secret relationship. You were worried, but you knew you were strong enough to protect the two of you from others. You held Levi's hands in yours and smiled sweetly at him.

You leaned closer to him. "I love you too, Levi."

He kissed you and hummed a laugh. "Using my name and no title in public, huh?"

"I will accept any punishment."

He pulled you along to his staff and the guards. "Let us return home. We have to celebrate your victory." He paused a moment. "We are all proud of you."

You welled up as you looked around at the staff, guards and then your lover. "Thank you, all of you."

[1leliysworld]

Do I even have to say something 🤭😳

[killerpancakeburger]

Fending off dogs for Soap 🧼

Just been reminded that Soap is canonically scared of dogs, so despite appearances he'd be more of a cat person than a dog person.

Imagine him with a Reader that is 100% a cat person, and is usually fearful of big dogs, but braves their fear when they notice how uncomfortable they make Soap.

Imagine your boyfriend being often compared to a dog or a mutt, an unhinged one. The way he nuzzles against your neck, the puppy eyes he uses on you, the whines he produces when you don't grant him the attention he craves or refuses him, how his husky voice easily turns to a growl when he's pissed, the way he demands head pats and caresses when he's resting against you, the sloppy kisses he smacks on your cheek in thanks. So until now, you imagined that when meeting a dog, they'd both spend each other excessive energy.

Only to be taken aback when you see him freeze; voice lowered so much it's unintelligible, sweat beading at his temple. You have to place yourself between him and the dog, gently squeeze his hand so his focus turns to you, and pull him away to safety. Cradle his face, reassure him that everything's fine, that you'll stand between him and any mutt if he needs. How pleasant is the feeling to be the one, for once, to defend and protect your soldier.

[starstruckbich]

🫦 you've been a brat

summary: your girlfriend decides to put you in your place for being a brat.

tags: 18+mdni men dni dom!abby, sub!reader, bratty!reader, degradation, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, missionary, strap-on usage.

note: im so down bad for muscular women its insane. anyways, loser ellie is next. Enjoy!

You know you haven't been on your best behaviour lately but you just can't help it.

Everything just angers you, and perhaps it's your hormones talking, but you've been an absolute brat. Abby noticed it too.

She noticed how you roll your eyes when things don't go your way, how you bother her at work on purpose, noticed the times you either shoo her away or demand her attention right that instant.

If you weren't the love of her life and just some rando, you would've gotten your ass beat a long time ago.

"seriously what the fuck is up with you these days?" Abby grabs your shoulders, a mix of concern and annoyance on her face.

"oh my goddd, do you mind?" you snap your shoulders away, rolling your eyes at her.

"fuck no you're not doing that again, look at me." She grabs your chin, a hint of desperation on her face. "why are acting like that? what, is there someone else?"

"God I wish." You chuckle, a smug look on your face as you look away. You were just trying to get under her skin a little.

Bad decision.

"mmf-! b-baby it was a joke- please!" Your legs tremble as Abby pumps her fingers into you, mouth on your ear as she places her arm around your neck. "m'sorry!"

"oh now you're sorry huh? fucking slut." She pumps her fingers faster into your sopping pussy, leaving you a whimpery mess.

"i'm not...!" You gasp, used to the praise she gives you in bed, not this.

"oh yeah? then why is she clenching around my fingers like she wants to cut em' off?" She chuckles angrily, still pissed at your comment from earlier.

"who does this pussy belong to? say it." She groans in your ear, palm pressing so intensely agaisnt your clit.

"to you! it's yours!" You yell, attempting to get some mercy from her, because you know that she sure as hell isn't going to let you come soon if you keep the bratty attitude up.

"good girl..." She kisses the side of your face, hitting that sweet sweet spot she knows you love.

"c-can i come? p-please I won't do it again!" You plead with her, looking at her with those watery puppy eyes.

"im not that stupid." she pulls her fingers out of your pussy, pulling you by your hair to make you sit up.

Without warning she shoves her two fingers into your mouth, pressing them agaisnt your tongue. "Cmon, suck, since you can't shut the fuck up."

You immediately start sucking her fingers like a good girl, looking up at her as you feel your own taste on your tongue.

"there we go..." She grins, caressing your face with her other hand. "pretty fuckin' sight..."

But she wasn't done with you yet.

Now you're layed down on her bed, legs spread as the tip of her girthy strap slides through your folds, leaving your pussy a wet, puffy mess.

"ah look at that... You want it baby? You want this cock ramming into you until you cum? Look at me."

"yes baby, i want it, please m'sorry, I'll be good i swear..." You plead. God you need her so bad, you need her to fuck the shit out of you right now.

Before you know it you're getting absolutely destroyed, eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping the sheets so tight you swear you'll rip them up anytime soon.

She presses down on your stomach, seeing the bulge reappearing every time she thrusts into you. "oh yeah, fuck look at that... "I wish" tsk, those bitches can't fuck you like you do..."

"you wanna come baby? you wanna come for me?" She says, sensing you're close. And god you are. So fucking close.

"fuck Abby im gonna cum! Im gonna cum!" With the speed she's ramming into you. It would be impossible not to.

She fucks you through your orgasm, laughing as your fluids fly everywhere, your back arching off the matress. Your girlfriend lays down with you, placing a kiss on your lips.

"you better not ever do that shit to me again, yeah?"

You nod, fucked out of your mind.

"look at you, can't even speak." She grins, looking down. "Shit, i forgot to place a towel..."

[bluebutterflytattooed]

Rugby!Sevika x College Roommate Reader

CHAPTER TWO

By the time you made it back to the dorm, the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow through the window. The room was quiet—Sevika had gone to the gym a couple of hours ago, so you had the space to yourself.

You sighed as you set your bag down, feeling the weight of the long day settle into your body. Your bones hurt. Classes had gone well, lunch with Mel and Jinx had been fun, and overall, your first day had been better than you expected. Still, your muscles ached from all the walking, and all you wanted was a hot shower to wash off the day.

With an exhausted groan, you grabbed your shower caddy and picked out a fluffy pink towel before heading to the communal bathroom down the hall.

The steam from the hot water instantly relaxed you. You took your time, letting the heat soak into your skin as you lathered up your coconut-vanilla body wash. The familiar scent surrounded you, warm and sweet, making you feel at home despite being in a new place.

After washing your hair and finishing yet another routine, you shut off the water and wrapped yourself in the soft pink towel. The fabric barely covered the tops of your thighs, and you made a mental note to bring your robe next time.

Towel secured, you padded barefoot back to your room, your hair damp and dripping slightly against your back.

The moment you opened the door to your room, you froze.

Sevika was back.

And she was not dressed appropriately for your currently very vulnerable and exhausted state.

The taller girl was standing near her desk, stretching out her arms like she had just finished a workout. She was sweaty—her skin glistening under the dorm’s soft lighting, her toned arms flexing as she moved. She had on a black sports bra and loose gray sweatpants that hung low on her hips, revealing just enough of her abs to be distracting. Her hair was damp, sticking slightly to her forehead, and she smelled like cinnamon and wood, mixed with the sharp, clean scent of sweat.

And there you stood, frozen in the doorway, clutching your pink towel.

Sevika turned at the sound, locking eyes with you.

For a second, there was silence.

Sevika’s gaze flicked down—just for a split second—taking in your plush, pink towel, the damp skin of your shoulders, the curve of your legs. Then she smirked, lazy and amused.

“Nice towel.”

Your face burned bright red. “I—shut up.”

Sevika snorted. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You said nice towel in a very obnoxious way,” you shot back, stepping inside and quickly shutting the door behind yourself.

Sevika shrugged. “It’s a nice towel, I never lied.”

You let out a huff, trying to act as unbothered as possible as you walked toward your dresser. But you could feel Sevika’s presence—tall, sweaty, muscular—lingering behind you. You could feel her gaze resting on your back.

You hesitated.

There was no way that you were changing in front of Sevika. Absolutely not.

“You’re back early,” you said instead, desperately trying to fill the silence as you rummaged through your drawer for pajamas.

“I finished my workout a little early,” Sevika replied, grabbing a water bottle from her desk and taking a long drink. And you tried really hard not to stare at the way her throat moved as she swallowed.

You nodded, keeping your back turned as you grabbed your oversized sleep shirt and shorts. You needed to change, but the idea of stripping down to nothing while Sevika was right there was… unsettling, to say the least.

Sevika seemed to notice your hesitation because she let out an amused breath. “Relax, princess. I’m not looking.”

You bristled. “I didn’t say you were.”

Sevika smirked but turned toward her bed anyway, grabbing her phone and scrolling through it, giving you the smallest amount of privacy possible.

Still, you moved quickly, slipping into your pajamas as fast as humanly possible. Once you were dressed, you ran a brush through your still-damp hair, feeling strangely warm, even though you had just taken a cool, relaxing shower.

Sevika, now sitting on her bed, glanced up. “You always shower this late?”

“I like showering at night,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s relaxing.”

Sevika nodded, stretching out her legs. “Fair. I usually just rinse off at the rink.”

You made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Sevika snickered. “What, you think I come back here covered in sweat on purpose? I’d never do that to ya’.”

“You literally are covered in sweat right now,” You pointed out.

Sevika raised an eyebrow. “Does it bother you?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, before finally speaking. “No,” you lied.

Sevika grinned like she knew how attractive she looked, post-workout, skin slick and shining. You couldn’t stand her.

You turned away, focusing very hard on putting EOS Vanilla Cashmere lotion on your arms. You weren't flustered. Not at all. Sevika did not have that power over you.

Sevika leaned back against the wall, watching your movements. “So, how was your first day?”

You exhaled, grateful for the change in topic. “It was good. My classes seem interesting, and I made some friends.”

Sevika nodded. “That’s good. I saw you earlier, at the café.”

You glanced at her. “Oh, yeah. Mel and Jinx thought you were… interesting.”

She smirked at you, her lips curling sharply. “I tend to have that effect on people.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled slightly. “Jinx thinks you could crush a watermelon between your thighs.” And now your thoughts had traveled to her ridiculously muscular thighs.

Sevika laughed, full and warm. “She’s right.”

You let out a small, surprised laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

The woman shrugged, still grinning.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. You sat on your bed, pulling your blanket over your legs, while Sevika leaned back against the wall, scrolling on her phone.

For the first time, your dorm felt… settled. Like they had reached some unspoken understanding.

You still weren't sure what to make of Sevika—her confidence, her teasing, the way she just existed without hesitation. But something about it was almost… comforting.

Even if she was kind of annoying.

And way too attractive for her own good.

—----------------------------------------------------------

College had settled into a rhythm. Classes, homework, meals with Jinx and Mel, late-night study sessions in the dorm lounge. It had only been a few weeks, but you were starting to feel like you belonged here.

Well, mostly.

There was still Sevika.

Sevika, who came back late from practice every night. Sevika, who left her sweaty, gross rugby uniform everywhere and made the room smell like a mix of sweat and expensive cologne. Sevika, who—two nights ago—had brought some random girl back to their dorm.

You had been so close to sleeping when you’d heard the low murmur of voices, the unmistakable sound of someone being pressed up against the wall, breathy laughter. You’d squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the rustling of fabric, the very obvious sounds of kissing and wet sounds of someone getting fucked, the muffled moans and praises.

You had not succeeded.

Instead, you had spent the entire night hiding under your blankets, hating Sevika for existing, hating the random girl for existing, hating yourself for feeling anything at all about the situation.

So now, two days later, you were going to fix your mood the best way you knew how—getting dressed up, going out, and dancing.

—

"Okay, okay, let me see," Jinx said, plopping onto your bed as you finished adjusting your outfit in the mirror.

You had decided on a little black tube top, a denim mini skirt that hugged your hips just right, and your black-and-white Adidas Sambas. Your shining hair was styled perfectly, your makeup was light but flawless, and you smelled like cherries and vanilla, as always.

Jinx let out an approving whistle. "Damn, Y/N. You sure you’re not going out to break some hearts?"

You rolled your eyes. "I just want to have fun."

"You look fun," Mel said, smiling as she applied one last layer of lip gloss. Her outfit was sleek and stylish—a little white mini dress, gold jewelry, and her signature bronz-y makeup.

Jinx, in contrast, was very… pattern-y. She was wearing a hot pink halter top, a tiny plaid skirt, and knee-high boots. She tossed her insanely long teal hair over her shoulder and grinned. "We’re officially the hottest friend group on campus."

You laughed, but you had to admit—they did look good.

"Let’s go before you change your mind," Mel said, grabbing your arm.

"I wasn’t going to!" You protested as the three of you left the dorm.

———————————————————————-

The frat house was packed.

Bad music blasted from the speakers, bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor, red solo cups littered every surface. The air smelled like sweat, cheap beer, and the faintest hint of expensive cologne.

"Okay, ground rules," Jinx said, leaning close so you and Mel could hear. "Don’t take drinks from weird guys, don’t disappear without telling each other, and if a dude is creepy, we leave."

Mel nodded. "Agreed."

You barely had time to respond before Jinx grabbed your hand and dragged you into the middle of dozens of dancing, sweaty bodies.

The three of you moved together, laughing, letting the music take over. You loved this—really loved this—the freedom of moving, the bass thrumming in your chest, the warmth of your friends beside you.

At some point, a muscular girl with short pink hair and a confident smile slid up next to you.

"Hey," the girl said, raising an eyebrow. "You’re a good dancer."

You smiled, breathless. "Thanks."

"I’m Vi," the girl said, leaning in slightly. "You wanna dance?"

You hesitated for a split second before nodding. "Yeah."

Vi grinned and placed her hands on your waist. You let yourself be pulled closer, moving in sync with her, feeling the warmth of another person against your back. It was fun, easy, despite the groans of Jinx behind you: “Vi! That’s my friend-d-d.”

And then—

You felt eyes on your body.

You turned your head slightly, and there—leaning against the wall near the drinks, dressed in baggy jeans with her boxer waistband showing, a mostly unbuttoned black shirt hanging off her shoulders—was Sevika.

She was staring.

No, not just staring. Glowering.

You shivered, an unfamiliar feeling pooling in your stomach.

Sevika didn’t look away at the realization that you noticed her. In fact, she took a slow sip of her drink, eyes never leaving You.

And you—who had absolutely no reason to care about Sevika’s mood, none at all—felt something hot and electric rush through your veins.

Vi spun you around so you came face-to-face with her. "You okay?"

You blinked, nodding quickly. "Yeah."

But when you glanced back toward the wall, Sevika was gone.

—

Sevika wasn’t sure why she was mad.

Actually—no. That was a lie. She knew why she was mad.

She had walked into the party, expecting nothing, and instead, she had seen you—sweet, shy, little Y/N—wearing a tiny skirt, a tight top, and dancing with one of her fucking teammates.

She had felt something sharp twist in her chest when she saw Vi’s hands on your waist.

And she hated it.

Because Y/N wasn’t hers. You weren't even interested in her. You probably hated her after the whole random-girl-in-the-dorm situation.

And yet—

Yet, Sevika found herself moving through the crowd, suddenly very aware of where you were, who was around you.

And who was looking at you.

Which, apparently, was every guy at this damn party.

Sevika wasn’t surprised. You were gorgeous. It was common knowledge that you were gorgeous.

But she had never seen this side of you before—confident, effortless, dancing like you knew exactly how much attention you were getting and exactly how to handle it.

And Sevika, for some reason, felt an overwhelming urge to do something about it.

She spotted her opening when some random frat guy—who clearly thought he had a chance—sidled up next to you, leaning in too close, a smirk on his face.

Sevika was already moving before she could second-guess herself.

She slipped through the crowd until she was right behind you . Without thinking, she reached out, letting her fingers brush against the bare skin of your shoulders.

You turned around sharply, startled.

Sevika raised an eyebrow. "Need a drink?"

You blinked, clearly thrown off. "I—"

The frat guy glanced between the two. "You two know each other?"

Sevika didn’t look at him. She only looked at you.

You hesitated.

Then, to Sevika’s absolute, unexplainable relief—

You nodded. "Yeah."

Sevika smirked. "Come on."

And just like that, she pulled you away from the guy, away from the dance floor, away from whatever the hell you had been about to do.

You let yourself be led, only stopping when you’d reached a quieter corner of the house.

You crossed your arms. "What the fuck was that?"

Sevika leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking you up and down. "You looked like you needed saving."

You scoffed at her. "Please. I can handle myself. I’m not a damsel in distress."

Your roommate smirked. "I know."

You narrowed your eyes. "Then why did you—"

"Because," Sevika said, voice lower, "you looked really good tonight."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Sevika gave you one last slow once-over before pushing off the wall.

"See you back at the dorm, princess," she murmured, before disappearing into the party.

And you just stood there, burning.

———————————————————————

Mel’s apartment was ridiculously nice.

It was off-campus, a sleek little two-bedroom spot that she somehow had all to herself, decorated in warm neutrals with gold accents and soft, fluffy textures everywhere. It smelled like vanilla candles and expensive perfume, and the second you stepped inside, you felt like you had entered a magazine spread for rich girls with their lives together.

"How do you have this place?" You asked as you set a bag of all your sleepover necessities down near the couch.

Mel laughed as she walked toward the kitchen. "My mother wanted me to have a safe place to live."

Jinx flopped onto the couch, stretching her arms out dramatically. "Translation: she’s rich."

"I am not that rich," Mel insisted, though the silk pajamas she was currently changing into said otherwise.

"Okay, trust fund baby," Jinx teased, pulling her teal hair into a ponytail.. "Where’s the ice cream?"

Mel rolled her eyes but grabbed three pints from the freezer. "Chocolate, cookies and cream, or strawberry?"

"Strawberry," Jinx said instantly.

"Cookies and cream," You added, settling onto the couch.

Mel handed you and Jinx each a spoon, grabbed the chocolate one for herself, and joined you in the living room. They sprawled out across the plush couch, legs tangled over each other, the TV playing some rom-com in the background.

It was exactly what you needed after the weird tension of the night.

"So," Jinx said after a few bites, already grinning. "We have to catch up on what happened at that party, cause I saw each of you with like, a million people."

"Oh yeah," Mel agreed, tucking her legs under her. “Because personally, there was a football player I was dancing with… his name started with a ‘J’, and oh my gosh, he was hot.”

"Oh, I noticed,” Jinx said with a wicked smirk, turning to you. "Y/N, any men catch your eye tonight?"

You could barely resist the urge to gag. "Absolutely not."

"None?" Mel asked, tilting her head. "You are gorgeous, you know. You could have any of them.”

You rolled your eyes. "That’s not the issue."

Jinx nudged you. "So what is?"

You sighed, swirling your spoon around in the ice cream. "I’m… not into men. At all."

Jinx’s eyes widened. "Ohhh. That makes sense."

Mel smiled softly. "That’s totally fine, obviously."

"I know it’s fine," you said with a small laugh.

Jinx smirked. "That explains why you weren’t flirting back tonight. Some of those guys really thought they had a shot."

You shook your head. "Not even a little."

"Oooh! I did notice that you were dancing with Vi," Mel pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“My fucking sister,” Jinx grumbled, crossing her arms. “Do not start anything with her!”

You shrugged. "That was just for fun."

"Uh-huh," Jinx drawled. Then, suddenly, she gasped and sat up, eyes glinting. "Wait."

You raised your eyebrows at her, confused. "What?"

"You know who was acting really weird tonight?" Jinx said, smirking.

You froze, already knowing where this was going. "No."

"Sevika."

Mel’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, you’re right!"

"She literally came out of nowhere when you were dancing with Vi," Jinx continued. "And then when that frat guy tried talking to you? She dragged you away."

"She did look kind of…" Mel trailed off, searching for the right word. "Possessive? Scary?”

You groaned. "She was not possessive, and definitely not scary.”

Jinx wiggled her eyebrows. "You sure? She looked ready to eat you alive when she saw you in that mini skirt."

Your face burned. "Can we not talk about Sevika?"

"Oh, we are absolutely talking about Sevika," Jinx said, scooting closer. "So. Spill. Do you think she’s hot?"

You stared at her. "Are you serious?" Your voice was flat, uninterested.

"Dead serious," Jinx replied, scooping another bite of ice cream.

You sighed, already knowing there was no getting out of this. "Fine. Yes, okay? Sevika is attractive."

Jinx gasped. "Oh, we knew it!"

Mel giggled. "I mean, she is objectively attractive. Tall, muscular, confidence for days…"

You groaned. "Can we not do this?"

Jinx was smiling and giggling like a kid on Christmas. "Okay, okay, so if you do think she’s hot, then what’s the problem?"

You frowned at your friends. "She’s a playgirl."

"So?"

"So," You sighed, exasperated with their persistence. "I don’t want to get involved with that. I don’t do casual stuff like she does."

Mel nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense."

Jinx sighed dramatically. "Ugh. Boring."

You swatted her with a pillow. She yelped and tried to retaliate, but Mel stopped her by snatching away her pillow.

"Okay, okay," Mel said, still smiling. "So, Sevika’s apparently off the table. But you do think she’s crazy hot."

You crossed your arms. "It doesn’t matter."

Jinx leaned forward. "But it does."

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "I hate you guys."

"No, you don’t," Jinx said sweetly. "Now, tell us something embarrassing. Have you ever walked in on her shirtless or something?"

You froze.

Mel’s eyes went impossibly wide. "Oh my God."

Jinx gasped "You have!"

You wanted to disappear into the couch below you. "I wasn’t going to say anything!"

Jinx practically squealed. "Oh, no, you have to now."

You let out a long, suffering sigh. "Fine."

Both of them leaned in, waiting.

You rolled your eyes but finally admitted, "After a workout one night, she came back when I was getting out of the shower, and she was just standing there in a sports bra and sweatpants, all sweaty and muscly and—"

Jinx gasped again. "Oh my god."

Mel cackled. "And you survived?"

"Not easily," You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Jinx was practically crying with laughter. "Sevika, sweaty and shirtless, in a sports bra, just standing there in your dorm? And you lived to tell the tale?"

"Barely," you admitted, shaking your head. "It was—so unfair."

Mel giggled, covering her own mouth with her perfectly manicured hand "Did she say anything?"

You huffed. "Yeah. She said, ‘Nice towel.’"

Jinx shrieked with laughter. "STOP IT."

Mel clutched her stomach, laughing. "Oh my God, she knows she’s hot."

"Obviously," You groaned. "She’s so annoying."

Jinx grinned. "And yet…?"

"And yet nothing," you said firmly. "I refuse to be another girl in her dorm."

Mel nodded. "That’s fair."

Jinx sighed dramatically. "Such wasted potential. You’d be so hot together."

You threw a pillow at her.

You all stayed up late, talking and laughing until their ice cream melted, and for the first time since Sevika had rudely interrupted your dancing at that party, you felt like yourself again.

Even if Sevika was still there, constantly haunting the back of your thoughts.

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oh hey… sooo this chapter took WAY too long to upload i am so sorry🙏😭 still, i hope you guys love it! the next chapters so exciting heeheeee. i love you all so much!

also i wish i could draw cause like i’d draw for my fics ALL THE TIME i just don’t have that talent😔

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being farmer!Van’s younger lover - headcanons 𐙚 🌾

I couldnt get the idea of her as a farmer out of my head, so here are all the thoughts I had while imagining, mostly what she’d be like with a lover! I dont know much about the actual life of a farmer, so I kept her activities rather vague, it’s more about the vibe and the fantasy of it all, you get the idea <3 hope u enjoy

warnings: the second half of this is nsfw! some very brief mentions of substance abuse/addiction

her backstory:

(feel free to skip this intro if you just want the main plot)

she moved to NYC after high school, broke, not in college, unsure what to do but too stubborn to give up on her dream to live in the city she had idealized since she childhood, so she fought and bled for her right to stay, worked many bone-crushing jobs, got into friend groups with people who were also just trying to survive, which worked out in her favor for a while, but. eventually she got into the wrong kind of drugs and fell off, partying instead of working, getting fired from one job after the other, barely scraping by, somehow cheating her way out of ruin again and again, sleeping on friends couches, until she was in her mid-twenties and couldnt take it anymore, physically, spiritually, so she and her girl at the time packed their things and moved the country-side in the south, dreaming of a quiet, normal, mundane life, hoping and praying for some respite

at first, they managed, but the relationship was crumbling due to Vans refusal to address her substance abuse issues and her overall disregard for her health, her hermit lifestyle of only going to work so she could come back home and crash, so eventually they broke up, dramatically so, her ex screaming at her that she had to get her shit together or she’d die before hitting 30, which did wake her up - it hurt like hell but she knew it was true - Van was tired of everything, people, cities, even small towns, she didnt wanna see or talk to anyone, so she looked for jobs that would allow her to shut down and be quiet, which she found: an older couple, in their 50s, was looking for help at their farm nearby, in exchange for a spare room, so it was settled: she packed a few things and showed up at their door ready to leave her entire life behind and just be a pair of helping hands

she got lucky. the man and woman who ran the farm - which would be hers one day - immediately showed her a parental kind of tough love when they realized how desperately Van needed help and guidance, they didnt make her talk about it, but they could tell that she was recovering from some heavy shit, so they gave her a very clear schedule and made her stick to it, even when she was tired or grumpy, they gave her clear instructions and made her work with the animals a lot because they knew the effect that kind of contact can have on a suffering person

sure enough, Van blossomed after an initial period of disciplining her body, eating better, and growing stronger each day, it took a good amount of sweat and tears to settle in, but after a few weeks she adjusted and found out that she was much better at physical labor than she´d assumed, her stubborn streak came in handy, she pushed and pushed herself until the tasks came more easily to her. she also went to AA meetings in the area on and off, whenever she felt like she needed some extra help to stay sober

once the couple both neared their mid 60s, they were so close to Van that leaving the farm in her hands only felt natural, they didnt have any children of their own, so she was the closest thing to a daughter they ever got and trusted her to take care of their beloved spot of land well and to eventually leave it to someone else whod keep that tradition up as well (at first she felt unworthy, incapable, but they convinced her and urged her to do whatever she pleased with her little spot in the world, expressing how grateful they were for the years shed spent with them, having given them a chance to feel like someones parents later in life)

Van decided to work with groups that use animal therapy to help people who are in a tough spot in one way or another, people in rehab or people who deal with either mental or physical pain that might be eased for while by having close contact to horses - she knows first-hand what caring for animals can do for a person who is struggling with self-worth, shame, or chronic pain, so she always makes a point of inviting those groups to her farm, making it a safe haven in a way, she also lets riding instructors teach their classes there

she makes money by letting people keep their horses in the stables, taking care of them, so people can come by whenever they want to ride them, she also sells some of her produce to surrounding farmers markets, its not a ton of money but more than enough to get by and live a comfortable life

how you started dating

your college town is near her farm and you decided to stay there during summer because the season is beautiful out there and its enough for you to back to your hometown for a few weeks during August before the next semester starts

one day you were a bit reckless and walked out further beyond the town limits than you usually did because the weather was so nice and you wanted to see some some pretty fields, but you underestimated the heat and had to take a break somewhere because you were afraid you might pass out and couldnt just turn around and walk all the way back

the tree you decided to take shelter under for a moment was right at the entrance of Vans farm and she come out to check on you because she saw you sitting there in the midday heat and got worried that something was wrong or that someone might have ditched you by the side of the road, since she wasnt used to having strangers wandering around out there

you were a bit embarrassed at first when she she said "hey there, you okay?" but you she was sweet from the get-go, joking around a bit, asking you what on earth made you come out there in that intense weather, gently chastising you for your lack of drinks and snacks, she ended up urging you to come inside and rest and cool down, to eat and drink something so you could regain your strength before going back home

you got along immediately, it took less than a few minutes for you to talk about anything and everything as she prepared some iced coffee, iced tea, and fresh blueberry pancakes for you - you told her again and again that she was being way too nice but Van insisted and told you that she spent more than enough time on her own, so once you werent hungry or thirsty anymore and seemed more lively again, she gave you a tour of and introduced you to her cats which was a sure way to get you to stay for longer (maybe that was calculated on her part)

after a while of you laughing and enjoying your time together, she offered to drive you back to your place and gave you a little pot of homemade jam to try as a parting gift, a raspberry vanilla mix that tasted divine and was your breakfast of choice for the coming days. as you said goodbye that night in the car parked outside your house she said "come by whenever you want, really, you dont even have to ring, just walk around to the porch and I will be around somewhere" which felt like flirting, not just southern hospitality, so you promised that you would take her up on it, your skin tingling where her arms rested when you said goodbye, her voice a bit strained when she told you goodbye, as if she was flustered from embracing someone that way, a sign that it had been a while maybe, a sudden rush of hope on your part that she wasnt seeing anyone, that you werent delusional to think that she might have been less friendly with strangers who didnt intrigue her, who werent as easy on the eyes to her..

she’d confess to you a while later that she didnt give you her number or asked for yours because she knew that shes a horrible texter and enjoyed the idea of being surprised by another visit by you, she also liked the vibe of leaving the ball entirely in your court, the fact that she had no way of reaching out to you and had to trust that you would keep your connection going (this same energy is palpable whenever she waits for you to come and touch her, she loves pushing your patience to make you initiate intimacy, even when its just a hug, thats her preferred way of teasing)

for the next few days you couldnt get her out of your head and kept clinging to the memory of how hot shed looked: dressed in a white tank-top and jeans that were cut off at the knee, working boots and white socks, her bronzed heavily freckles skin glowing in the midday sun, just like her wavy hair that seemed to burn like flames in that light, her cheeks and lips rosy from the heat, her voice raspy and low, her calves toned, just like her shoulders and arms... you remembered how your knees had touched when you sat outside on the steps together for a moment, how your fingers had brushed when shed handed you a glass, how shed looked at you while you ate the food shed made you, attentive, curious, and intense, like she was holding something back, the same way you had been. it was torture. you couldnt stop obsessing over every little look shed given you, everything shed said, reading into all of it until you were certain you werent just imagining the instant chemistry

after a few days of holding back, you couldnt wait any longer and went back to her place, and just as you stepped into her house it started thundering and pouring rain, which immediately made the atmosphere intimate and private as she lit some candles and put on all the warm orange tinted lamps to offer a contrast to the dark storm outside - you played it cool at first, but it was clear that you hadnt just come back for no reason, and the tension made both of you a little nervous at first, thrilled too though, pleased by the sense of "she feels the same way, doesnt she?"

one thing lead to another, some jokes at first, then more earnest words, you confessing "I thought of you a lot the past few days, you were so sweet to me" her brushing it off "basic decency" you caving and coming to sit next to her, a pleading look on your face, a bit of fear on hers, held breaths, beating hearts, soft eyes, you taking the leap, kissing her eagerly until she gently broke it and needed a second to breathe, to calm her burning nerves, so you told her to keep touching you, to just keep her hands on you, so she did, grabbing at you until she was ready to continue, dying to - a switch flipped in her when she felt you going slack in her embrace, sighing from the feel of her palms on your back, your arms, your face, a bruising kiss from her that quickly turned into more and more and until your clothes were scattered next to the couch and the rain kept clashing against the windows as you got lost in each other, kissing and touching and grinding up against each other, making each other come just from a few touches, using your burst of passion and intense sensitivity to each others presence to keep going and going, finally ending up in her bed, making out for ages, taking turns making each other moan and surrender

that night you slept over and the next morning you laughed about how cliché it was for her to invite you to move in for the summer before even having gone on a proper date, but! you couldnt have cared less, you were so overjoyed at the idea, both of you agreeing that it would be unnecessary to make you take the drive over to her place every day (she had no idea what got into her when she just straight up asked you if you wanted her to help you get some of your stuff so you could stay with her as long as you wanted because it had been so long since shed: a) had anything romantic going on b) had sex with someone and c) didnt shudder at the idea of sharing her space with a lover, quite the opposite, that first morning she woke up to the sight of you there in her bed, all peaceful and content and warm to the touch, she wondered how shed gone all those years without it

sfw

Van quickly comes to love the feeling of never knowing when she might turn a corner and see you laying in the sun on a blanket, in your bikini or underwear, tanning, or reading, or napping - she always stops in her tracks and takes a moment to just look at you while youre blissfully unaware, until the urge to touch takes over - unlike others, shed never think its funny to startle you by splashing water on you or taking your headphones off or anything, shes as gentle as possible, always, either lowering herself until she can press a soft kiss to your back, or picking a flower to lightly sweep over your arm <3 you usually pull her down onto the blanket and get all over her to keep her from walking away and continuing her work, which shes helpless against, shes never denied you, not once, always caving

loveees seeing you in her clothes! when you put a flannel of hers over your shoulders if it gets a bit chilly at night, or when you jokingly try on her working boots, she lets you steal whatever you want from her wardrobe and has a particular thing for seeing you in jeans of hers that are a bit too lose on you because theyre worn out, when you kneel down and she can see your underwear peeking out at the top... you wont stay in those jeans for too long, lets put it that way.

shes always been good about sun screen, its the one self-care aspect she never abandoned even during her worst times, but! she usually never splurged on the expensive kind, she used generic cheap sun screen until you started dating and you gave her some fancier kind, selfishly picking a scented one, a mix of vanilla and coconut because you knew it would mix very well with her sweat while working and the tabacco when she smokes - you also help her apply it, its ritual she came to cherish deeply, the way you carefully apply it not just on her face and arms but where she cant reach, always savoring the feeling of your palms massaging the creme into her back because she used to have to bend herself herself into a pretzel to apply it to her shoulder blades and the surrounding area (you dont care that it tastes bitter when you kiss her on her freshly lotioned nose <3)

when Ethel Cain said "he looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro Reds" yeah thats her… the cigs are her little vice that she allows herself to keep, she doesn’t chain smoke, it’s more of a relaxation thing, usually not more than two a day, sometimes she also goes a while without any, and you dont convince her to quit because she looks too hot smoking 💘 you love those warm late nights where you sit on the porch together, your legs on her lap, her free hand massaging you as she stares off into the distance and smokes (you also got her nice lighter at the thrift store, gold with an etching of a pin-up model, it was more of a joke but she loves it)

for obvious reasons she much prefers cats over dogs and when you started dating one of her cats was heavily pregnant, so you ended up staying in the barn with her for an entire night when the cat gave birth to make sure it all went well, to see that the kittens were all healthy, and it made her fall for you even more, the care and adoration with which you handled the little babies and soothed the mother after she gave birth to all three of them, she also let you pick the names <3 you love to joke by saying "she’s stealing my spot" whenever one of the kittens crawls up onto her chest

Van always relies on her lovers to braid her hair! whenever shes single, she just accepts the fact that her hair wont be braided until someone does it for her again, she likes being incompetent that way, she mentioned it off-handedly that she cant braid her hair at her grown age, and you took the bait immediately, offering to style it any way she wants, a smug grin on her face when you first gently parted her hair into three even strands and gave her exactly what she wanted, that soothing feeling of having her love rake her fingers through her hair, her favorite part is when youre done fuss with her front pieces a bit to make it look more effortless and natural, shes pliant as hell, lets you do whatever you want (her mommy issues havent gone away, even in her forties it does make her blush when she sits between your legs and feels you tighten her braid the way a mother might)

speaking of hair: she doesnt trust hair dressers with her hair at all because shes way too scared that theyll take off too much or give her weird layers, so she usually did an okay job cutting her own split-ends, but you decided to buy actual hair-cutting scissors and looked up a few tutorials until you felt prepared enough and gave her a nice trim, taking about half an hour to really make sure all the strands flow nicely together, and she loves it, shes gone so long without getting her hair cut by someone else that it makes the whole thing feel super intimate - also, she loves that you picked up on the fact that her hair is the one and only aspect about her appearance where she embraces a kind of femininity, its her one point of true vanity, and you taking care of it fore her is very pleasing to Van as someone who knows that people usually focus on her more masculine traits when they call her hot, warms her heart that you take care of her hair like its your own :)

youll often cut up some fruit for her or bring her a bottle of cold water when shes been out in the soon for a little too long, its a simple thing but she remembers how it was to never have anyone do those little things for her, its special for her and makes the work feel a little easier on her not-super-young bones <3

she has a medium sized tattoo on her left hipbone that she got in her 20s and for the longest time she hated it because she didnt have enough money back then to get it done by an actually good artist, so the lines are kinda faded over time, but.. once you started dating, she realized how hot you think its looks, so she started using it to tease you, relentlessly, stretching her arms over her head on purpose so her shirt rides up and you can see the top of the tattoo peeking out above her waistband, more times than not youll get handsy with her and pay her back for tempting you (as if that wasnt her goal all along)

for a long time her polaroid camera just collected dust but one day she got the urge to take pictures of you around the farm, which started out innocent at first (you caressing the horses, laying in the sun, leaning against the fence, picking berries) but it quickly turned more and more erotic, you shed your clothes, she took some pics of you in your underwear, you convinced her to caress your face and put her thumb in your mouth while taking a picture of that, which got her good, so eventually you abandoned all shame and told her to get some milk so she could pour it in your open mouth and over your chest and take a picture of that, you in the grass.. kneeling... eyes closed.. mouth open.. milk dripping down your chin... shameless vulgarity, but so incredibly hot to her that she ended up putting the camera down and licking you clean. both of you laughing in the grass afterwards once you realized what you just did (she keeps a few of those pictures on her wallet, old fashioned romance is her thing sometimes)

she taught you how to properly ride a horse and definitely almost had a heart attack the first few times your horse picked up the pace, she always makes sure youre safe - you sometimes take the horses to a nearby forest and leisurely ride through it, slowly, chatting and laughing and holding hands whenever your horses are close enough to do that (you also fore sureee convince her to take you out on her horse sometimes, you love holding onto her waist and resting your head on her back)

her farm is so lush and rich in color during spring and early summer!💐 flowers of all kinds bloom all over the place, and before you were dating she never bothered to pick some of them for inside decor, felt kinda silly to her as the only one living in her house, she was never the type to play homemaker just for the sake of it, but you lovee picking little bouquets for her, you always take note of which flowers she points at and calls pretty, so next time you gather more of that kind, it became a sweet ritual for you to put little vases with all kinds of wildflowers around the house and she for sure dried the first bouquet you ever made for her and keeps it on her dresser or pressed in a book <3

one of your favorite things to do with her is to go out for a big dinner after shes been working hard all day! shell be starving by that time, so nothing feels better to her than sitting down at her favorite sandwich shop or restaurant or fast food chain and devouring a greasy salty comfort meal - I think she fucks with veggie burgers when theyre drenched in good sauce, pizza with a good amount of toppings, spicy too, I think shed dip everything in hot sauce, shed also love mexican food I think like a good burrito with a bunch of fresh ingredients and chips and salsa on the side, anything thats savory and mixes a bunch of textures! you dont do it too often because she does try to eat rather healthy but once or twice a week you both need it and cherish it, you will sit there for a while just eating and chatting and sharing a bunch of side dishes, people watching or gossiping, her giving you inside scoop when she sees a familiar face, making small talk here and there while referring to you as her "friend" even though nobodys naive enough to believe that thats all you are, still, she likes being coy about it

you realize that all the people who own her favorite spots know and love her, so they give her bigger servings and drinks on the house, which you benefit from as well ;)

if you have a difficult relationship with food or simply dont take good enough care of yourself diet wise, thats gonna be taken care of with her, always - Van prides herself on her harvest of fruits and veggies, the time and care she puts in them each season, she collects fresh eggs from her chickens, bakes her own bread, makes a beautiful summer salad that she perfected over the years with some strawberry slices and honey vinegar dressing and a bunch of different greens and cucumber to make it fresh and delicious, among other recipes that she makes you try and approve of - you eat wellll and healthy with her, and you take up baking because you wanna repay her for her cooking and know that she has a sweet tooth! she also keeps fresh home-made iced tea and a bunch of other beverages that you both enjoy in the fridge at all times when its hot and keeps reminding you to drink, you wont be dehydrated on her watch!

when she was younger it was a sign of luxury to her when she was over at a friends house and their family had Ben and Jerrys ice cream instead of the no-name brands, so as an adult she likes buying all those little things that used to seem expensive to her, and you two sometimes share a pot on particularly hot days, trying all the flavors and rating them, you kept a sheet with the scores, and its a thing she looks look forward to, going to the store and picking your flavor for the night <3 (she’s partial to anything with caramel and doesnt really care much for the ones that are heavy on the chocolate, prefers the creamy vanilla bases ones, she also always lets you scoop out the last few bites, whereas you let her have the first few spoonfuls (you also like to fuck with her by kissing her while you still have some ice cream in your mouth and transfer it onto her tongue with a sloppy kiss, she pretends its nasty but shes turned on by it, every time)

she likes to pretend shes a grumpy anti-tech country woman who hates all things pop culture but she does love that youre teaching her things here and there about whats going on, shes been so out of touch with everything that its fun for her to have someone there who gets a kick out of trying to explain a new slang term to her or a trend thats happening on social media or gossip about celebrities (you sometimes jokingly speak in a way that sounds obnoxious and like something a teenager on tiktok would say just to watch her give you a look of utter confusion and disbelief, like telling her that she has "rizz" when she says something smooth, laughing when she says "jesus christ do I even wanna know what that means...")

even though shes worked with animals for years and years it never got easier for her to watch any of them suffer, shes a huge softie! none of them are "just" animals to her, ever, doesnt matter if its a horse or a cow or a chicken or animals that arent "hers" but live around the farm like little mice or birds, she always feels her heart shatter when one of the animals gets sick or needs medicine or a visit from the vet, she keeps it together on the outside but youve consoled her a few times when she was scared that an animal might not make it or be in too much pain - she also still tears up whenever she talks about her cat who passed away five years ago, she still misses her sometimes and youre the first person shes shared that grief with bc she feels safe with you, its nice for her not to shed her tears in the dark by herself when shes scared of a possible loss or feels haunted by yelps that a sick animal made, you always reassure her that shes doing her best and that any animal would be lucky to end up there with her <3

loves to make you do little physical tasks with her so she can watch you struggle with something thats muscle memory for her, its very amusing to her when you get pissed off and start groaning and eventually give up and tell her to do it by herself because youre clearly too slow with it, shell say things like "come on, lets put those young bones to good use" and gesture at you to follow her and you always act like a petulant child even though you clearly love being bosses around by her and watching her be much better at whatever it is that youre doing together, sometimes youll just sit and blatantly stare at her while shes doing strenuous work so you can watch her break a sweat and jokingly cat-call her

she keeps to herself but she built strong connections with a good amount of people in the area over the years, so shes never truly isolated or unable to require help when she needs, people know they can count on her and that shes about as reliable as they come, so she often comes home with a basket of fresh peaches or a few bottles of freshly made syrup or coffee grounds because people like her and treat her like a daughter/sister/friend depending on how old they are (I like to think theres a mutual aid sentiment that she sticks to, shell give money where she can to those who need it because theyve also helped her out before)

on that note, she is usually way too stubborn to ask for support but if you get sick, she calls some people who can help her around the farm, so she has the time to tend to you and doesnt have to leave you alone in bed all day <3

you offer her massages whenever she seems a bit tense or worn out, sometimes youll just come up behind her and start massaging her neck and shell say "baby im okay really" at first, but then audibly gasp as you knead away some tension, melting under your touch and making little "hmm" sounds

she loves ending her day by sitting on the couch with you and watching a show or a film together while snuggling, she used to spend all of her nights alone, so the simple act of eating dinner together and then watching something with you is a luxury to her that she savors every time <3

you convince her to venture out a bit more than she usually did, so you end up taking little trips to more urban cities nearby (ones that are 1-3 hours away) and have fun days there, trying out cafes and restaurants, browsing through stores, getting some clothes (you know she likes brands like Carharrt and splurge on stuff here), getting drinks if you stay until nightfall, watching movies at the cinema, or just walking around and seeing where the day takes you

during the road trips you are in charge of the aux because her music is too depressing for summer days.. she has no idea how to curate a playlist thats lighthearted and fun, so she leaves it to you (I can see her enjoying it when you blast like an Oasis song that she remembers from her youth and make her sing along to it because you know damn well she remembers the lyrics)

also! you love to fuck with her by putting the most vulgar rap you can find on full volume, blasting lyrics that make her look at you in shock while asking “is this what you fucking listen to?? really?" only half-serious about it, you catch her smiling when shes imagining herself in the place of the guy saying out of pocket shit about his girl

you like to do the laundry because you never got to hang it up to dry in a beautiful spot of land like that before - it feels cinematic to you in a way when youre standing there clipping your shirts to the clothesline with the wind blowing in your hair and the horses nearby, but! Van does the laundry that has to be hand-washed, she likes the attentive act of getting out all the little stains in clothes that are too delicate for the washing machine, she has her tricks to get even the most annoying red sauce stains out, and she also has a thing for washing your underwear, something about washing her lovers intimate clothes is very romantic to her, so you let her do it even though you were a bit embarrassed about it at first

regardless of your usual style you started dressing a bit more "country" to fit her vibe and it’s hot to her - she likes when you thrift stuff like white linen dresses or shorts, cowboy boots, belts with bigger brass buckles, you always ask her for her opinion and maybe drag her to the store with you so she can decide what you try out next (she’d make you get a skimpy bikini for lake days, for sure, you’d be like "this is too much...." and she’d just say "not in my eyes" and buy it for you)

loveees to share all of her knowledge with you but in a teasing way, she likes to play teacher and make you memorize the names of plants and flowers, so she can randomly point at one and ask "whats that one called again, hm?" fully aware that you forgot, repeating it to you and asking again the next day, which makes you shove her and roll your eyes but shell press for an answer like "I didnt hear you baby"

you introduce her to the app that can identify all kinds of bird calls and she gets over her skepticism really fast and becomes obsessed with it, whenever youre in the forest by the lake or just out in nature and she hears an unfamiliar call she gets so thrilled when the app shows her a picture of the bird shes hearing, and she definitely makes you remember the names of her favorite birds and gets offended when you forget them, drilling you like a teacher until theyre seared into your brain

she knows from her own experience that the best way to beat a depressive mood is to get outside and find something to do, so whenever she can tell that youre feeling a bit off or blue she makes you follow her somewhere so she can try and cheer you up :) one afternoon when you were kinda sad she took you cherry-picking and lifted you up on her shoulders so you could reach all the cherries further up and your mood switched completely without you even being conscious of it, she’s great at coaxing joy out of you whenever you need it

in general you felt your nervous system recover from any stress you mightve dealt with before during those days where your senses were never overstimulated by too much noise or too many people around or a lack of access to fresh air and pretty nature, she never outright said it but she definitely kept her eye on you and made sure you felt better than you did when shed first met you, even just sitting in the grass and feeling the earth beneath you and hearing the natural noise of the farm for a few minutes often helps you unwind and relax 🕊️

you know from what she told you about her past that she never got to be carefree as a kid/teenager, that she had to grow up way too fast, so you make her do little things with you that girls might do at sleepovers, like putting on face masks or playing online games or buying little arts and crafts kits to make each other keychains and! you convince her to get one of the mystery boxes with little figurines in them like those sylvanian family animals, which you end up keeping on the windows isle, adding to them whenever you indulge in the frivolous joy of ripping open a package without knowing which little creature youll get (shes the type to put on a poker-face or make sarcastic remarks during the whole thing to disguise how much fun shes actually having)

master of home remedies! whether its a rash or a burn or a cut, she knows exactly what salve or creme to apply, she has a bunch of teas for any kind of ailment, stomach pain, period cramps, headaches, she knows how to dress any kind of wound (because shes had to patch herself up, many times) so any kind of pain youre in, shes gonna do her very best to relieve you of it (not just by giving you head, although thats always worth a try, to her)

shes somehow alwaaays chewing on something, either gum, or tooth picks, or even just random pieces of grass (which you make fun of her for, lovingly) its pretty rare that she goes a whole day without reaching for something to mindlessly chew on (one time you offered her your finger and said "if you need to always have something in your mouth... here" and she swatted your hand away and told you off but the blush on her face betrayed her because she does love to have your fingers in her mouth, she cant help it)

loves to kiss you on your hands/knuckles, the chivalrous feel of it, the devotion, its just a go-to move for her and you never ever tire of it or lose those butterflies you felt the first time she did it

her other favorite places to kiss on your body while youre not undressed are your cheeks and your shoulders!

sometimes she worries that youll get bored of spending all your days out there with her so she makes it clear that shed drive you to a friends place and be fine with it if you needed a few a days away (blatant lie, she wouldnt be fine) but you make it clear that youre not interesting in going anywhere, unless its together with her! you love your new routine of having time to yourself in the house or outside until shes done working and you spend the rest of the day together

she might be sober but she’ll gladly make you a nice cocktail or buy you a drink every once in a while because she thinks its very cute when youre tipsy and get even more touchy-feely and affectionate with her than usual

you like to spoil her by giving her hands some love, she uses them so much that she needs to use very moisturizing thick cremes and youll take some of that and massage her hand and and really make sure it seeps into her skin, sometimes shell just lay in bed at night and let you work away at her hands as she almost dozes off from how good it feels <3

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one might think she has less energy when shes been working hard all day but its actually the opposite, whenever shes breathing heavy and sweating and her blood is rushing from the strain of the heat combined with her physical work, she is so easily turned on by the sight of you, its primal in way, so sometimes when she comes inside all dirty and sweaty and flushed you can tell just from the look she gives you that youre about to be ruined (she will drag you to bed, tear your clothes off and lick and kiss and bite you all over, she gets so into it so fast that all you can do is lay back and make pretty sounds for her as she gets all the pent up energy out of her system, which is a new pleasure for her, the pleasure after-work sex)

shes a very even mix of gentle and aggressive! even though shes much stronger than you, she doesnt get off on the idea of domination, it turns her on way more to think that she is your protector when you when youre having sex, while youre in your most vulnerable state, it turns her on to know that she can hold you in a way that makes you feel weak and eager to sink deeply into that weakness, always gripping you and handling you with a firmness that feels caring and loving no matter how nasty the sex is (she could be in the middle of losing her mind while deep inside you but shed never let that lust and hunger turn her careless or too harsh, you know youll never feel used with her, no matter how hard you fuck, its always tinged with tenderness)

shes strong. very strong….shes been handling animals who weigh much more than the average human for years and when you first started dating you definitely felt a rush when she first grabbed you and you felt the sheer strength of her, it drove you crazyyy to feel how easy it was for her to pull you onto her lap or flip you over or carry you around 😵‍💫

at first, she held back, but when you told her that you trust her and want her to really make you feel how strong she is, she started to get into it during sex, holding you in place or wrapping her arms around you so tight and firm that you mightve just come from that sensation alone... she has stamina that never runs out and prides herself on it, but! when youre giving... its over. doesnt matter how physically strong she is, how firm her muscles are, shes so sensitive to your touch that all of her strength melts away that moment your touch your tongue to her or feel her up or fuck her, shes definitely less composed when youre inside of her than you are when shes in you, she whines and moans so intensely...

shes for sureee big into overstimulation, shes an eager giver when she tops, through and through, so she’ll keep going and going until youre shaking and sweating through the sheets, never in a way that’s punishing, always kissing and caressing you all the way through, whispering sweet things as you come for the fourth or fifth time and eventually tap out, laying on top of her, both of you drenched head to toe but so satisfied, so in love, dozing off until an hour later when you clean up and devour some good food together <3

her sex-drive is prettyyy high but its a consistent thing so she’ more of a "whenever youre down, im down, just tell me" type of person, whereas your bursts of desire are more intense and out of the blue, youre more needy and desperate with it, which works out well because sometimes shell just sit back and wait for you to come onto her, aware that it hardly ever takes long for you to get gripped by a feeling of "i need her now or ill die"

will take risks when it comes to having sex outside, any time, its her property, her land, so she will use it as she sees fit, which includes having you wherever and whenever you two feel like it - it’s rare that youre actually in danger of having someone walk up and see you, but it’s definitely happened once or twice that you lost track of time while messing around in the stables and someone quickly turned back around while coughing loudly to signal to you "wrap it up, people are coming", which always makes her feel kind of smug, the fact that people know damn well how lucky she is, having a girl like you to pull into a stack of hay, savoring the sweet dusty smell of the surroundings mixed with the taste of you while she hikes up your dress or pulls down your shorts and gives you head right there <3

it was a huge fantasy of hers, to have a lover that way, so sometimes you leave the stables with visible prints on your ass and thighs where they hay dug in, picking it off your clothes with her help, shaky legs as you leave her to deal with the people who came to ride their horses, a smile from her when she sees you struggling to walk straight as you go inside to freshen up (or jerk off, to finish what she started, telling her about it afterwards to make her get off to the idea of you in her bed touching yourself while she was outside being all professional..)

she can never ever get enough of seeing you on top of her!!whether it’s you riding her fingers or her strap, grinding down against her thigh, she doesn’t care how, all she wants is to see you lose yourself on her, she’s obsessed... 🫠

also, when shes the one fucking you, you both love using the furniture.. you bent over the kitchen table, one leg propped up on a chair so she has good access, her chest flush against your back, her kissing your neck as she holds you with her arm around your waist and gives to you from the back.. fucking you like that until she turns you back around to have you lay back and relax on the table as she finishes you off, really making use of the steady wooden table when youre squirming and losing it..

early morning sex 💘 she usually wakes up naturally around between 5 and 6 am because as a farmer her days always start pretty early and she loves when you stir and smile at her, still half-asleep and and all cozy and soft, it makes her wanna spoil you, so you often wake up to her gently moving your blanket away, so she can caress you and kiss your body and give you head, nothing too overwhelming, but enough to give you the kind of orgasm that makes you fall right back asleep all satisfied and limp and dazed from the feeling of being half-lucid half-dreaming while she ate you out

youll sleep for two more hours or so while she already gets to work, until you get up and prepare some coffee for her, so she usually takes her first break around 9am and has breakfast with you! you sometimes like to repay her for the way she woke you up by getting on your knees in front of her chair and taste her until she cant take it anymore and gets back up to continue her work, a bit scared she might mishandle a tool with the fresh memory of you looking up at her with a slick chin making her all weak and dizzy..

spit. shes more filthy than she is kinky, give her some intense loving passionate sex with a lot of spit involved and shes over the moon, loves when you spit in her mouth and then kiss her afterwards, when you lick over her chest or neck and leave a glistening trail where your tongue traveled up, when you suck on her fingers to lube them up before she fingers you or jerks you off, when you give her strap sloppy head before taking it all the way in with ease because youre so turned on and it is so wet with your saliva, loves when you let your spit drool onto her cunt before you eat her out 💞

very into sensuality in general, she could spend hours just lazily playing with your pussy and feeling you get wetter and wetter without ever getting bored, she loves to just feel you, having you sit comfortably as she switches between rubbing your clit, your whole outside area, teasing your entrance, and fingering you, shes in love with your cunt and wont ever turn down the chance to just hear you whimper and whine as you relax with your legs spread while she watches your pussy swell and get wet and take her fingers - will coo at you and kiss you wherever she can reach as she tells you how good you feel, will keep it up for as long as you want and you love those moments when you dont feel pressured to orgasm because she loves touching you just for the sake of it, not to get an ego-boost from making you cum (even though she always does, youre too in love with her not to drench her fingers when shes teasing you like that and whispering in your ear)

if you squirt... yeah shes licking it all up and doing exactly what she did before to try and make it happen again, as I said shes filthyyy 😵‍💫 would get so turned on from the sight of you ruining her sheets, would shush you if you apologized and insist that you never ever hold back even if it means she has to do laundry more than usual

her tits are a weak spot, super sensitive </3 her nipples will get hard if the wind blows a little too strong... and before dating you she kinda ignored her chest for the most part but with you she rediscovered the thrill of having her tits sucked while being pleased, sometimes you’ll randomly push her onto the couch and lift up her shirt to kiss her chest just to hear her moan for a few seconds, a little treat for yourself (and her) during the day

vocal. so fucking vocal. she can never ever keep quiet and you only go harder whenever you can tell that shes trying to stifle the sounds, you want them all out in the open, and it usually takes very little time for her to lose her composure which she gets embarrassed by for sure, once the orgasm subsides shes like oh... great. I sounded like ive never had sex in my life. yet again. perfect. but you loveee it, its so hot to you that this woman who is usually perceived as tough and strong and reserved is such a mess in bed

shes spent many years with her beloved truck and for the longest time she had fantasies about fucking in there, which came true once you started dating <3 you love straddling her in her seat when youre parked somewhere secluded, or when you come home from a late night drive, youve definitely fucked in the backseat a few times when she drove you out to a lake or a nice spot where nobody else was around, you both get a thrill out of it, the leather seats, the semi-public feel of it all, the risk factor, the way the car kinda smells like sex when you drive home afterwards (you also love to gawk at her when shes fixing the truck, makes her take her sweet time with it)

loves pillow talk and savoring the post-sex glow, its something she never rushes or skips, shes will move you onto her chest and caress your back or let you lay where you are and kiss your body, eventually resting her head on your stomach so you can stroke her hair, or youll just wrap your arms around each other and stay like that for a while

that post on here thats like "dont shave your bush I will kill myself" thats something she might actually say bc she is for sure soo into bush its one of the most erotic things to her, everything about it, she loves when it tickles her nose, loves the soft feel of it when she puts her hands in your underwear to jerk you off, loves the look of it when you get dressed and your underwear is see-through enough for your bush to peek through, hottt as hell to her

if youre the type to wear lingerie, she’d be very into it, never takes it for granted - one of the hottest things ever to her is when her girl wears clothes that are not what you’d consider fancy or special while wearing the most beautiful, delicate underwear, the contrast kills her every time, the sight of a nice lacy bra peeking out of a tank top that you stole from her... phewww shes on her knees. immediately. same thing with panties, she always interrupts you when youre getting dressed to admire you when youre wearing nothing but a pair of lacy underwear, also loves when you wear regular comfortable cotton underwear, the sight of it wedged between your cheeks somehow makes her wanna take a chunk out of your ass every time.. also loves you in her boxers. everything really, shes a lover of whatever you have going on beneath your clothes <3

face sitting. being the giver in a submissive way is so deeply satisfying for her, so shell often just ask you to ride her face, you might be lying in bed in the afternoon just relaxing kissing a little and shell straight up ask if you want to use her face for a bit, shell happily lay back and use her strength to hold you up by your waist when you get tired and cant really brace yourself against the wall/headboard that well anymore, shell take it all without ever complaining, doesnt matter if you suffocate her, drench her whole face, kinda fuck up her neck, she doesnt care, shell be too drunk on the feel and taste and sight of having you on her like that, staring up at you with glazed over eyes, maybe using one hand to jerk herself off because shes too turned on and cant take it..

maybe one time she was feeling wild and told you to do it while you were wearing a dress outside, her just laying down on the lawn and telling you do it right there bc you could climb off her fast if someone did happen to come around the corner - again, she might be private and reserved but being caught isnt really an issue for her, shed just be like "and what. I will have my girl the way I want when I want, deal with it."

didnt use any toys on her own but can definitely get down with them when its with you! I think she might be too shy to suggest this but she’d absolutely lose her mind if she saw you riding a toy to get off, like you straddling it on her bed to give her the chance to see you from whatever angle she wants, unlike when youre riding her and she cant see you from far away etc. - I also think shes the type of lover who wants to know/see how you masturbate, or how you did it before you met her, its such a private thing and I think she loves the idea of being trusted with that information <3

rediscovered her love of receiving/bottoming with you - with hookups she usually only let them do things that didnt feel too vulnerable, i dont think she let any of them see her in positions that made her feel too exposed, but with you she feels safe enough to admit that she does like being on her hands and knees, that she likes to be finger-fucked until shes near tears, that she sometimes likes to just have her face in the pillows as you eat her out or touch her from the back, its not something that happens too often bc it does require a lot of trust on her part, but when shes really horny and youre being sweet and kissing her all over to get her worked up shell sometimes cave and beg you to just do whatever you want and get rough with her

especially with a younger partner shes turned on by the idea that someone who has less experience can ruin her like that, its a nice secret to have because she knows a lot of people would look at a lesbian who looks like her and assume that shes a top, but shes a switch through and through, would never give up one or the other

she wears a thin gold chain that she hardly ever takes off, so sometimes when youre fucking it dangles over your face, or you pull her in for a kiss by gently tugging at it <3

one time you found a playboy from her exact birth year and month at the antique book/magazine store and brought it home for her, which was more of a silly present but she did find it sweet/hot and left it on the coffee table as decor (you made her flip through it with you and teased her by pointing out which models you assumed she found the hottest, which she shut down by saying "well I would do the same to you right now but theyre all like what.. twenty years too young for you?", so you doubled-down and said "oh dont flatter yourself, I like women my age too", so she did briefly have a fantasy of you getting with a girl your own age as she watches you two, which struck a nerve, but she kept that to herself, at least for the time being..)

youre obsessed with her physique because she has the distinct shape of someone who earned their muscles through hard work, who didnt try to grow them out of a need to become as big as possible but who genuinely needs to be strong to do their daily tasks, so her muscles are not cartoonish or over the top, she just has a firmness to her stomach and thighs and back thats hottt as hell to you, her abs are subtle but theyre there, and your absolute weak spot: her V-line. when shes wearing a shirt thats too short to cover up the spot right above her pants and you can see those lines that lead down into her underwear.. it’s over. youre staring shamelessly, and she pretends she doesnt notice but she loveees it, shell lay back and stretch out her legs and count you gawking at the sight of her exposed stomach 😵‍💫

sometimes when shes tired she’ll just lay flat on her back on the bed, arms and legs spread out and let you crawl all over her, feel her up, do whatever the fuck you want, shes happy to just lay there and take it all, so you usually spoil her and kiss and touch her all over before getting to anything more intense, straddling her, playing with her hair, teasing her, kissing her neck, massaging her, biting her, you know she loves being trapped and helpless while shes exhausted and eager to be showered in affection <3

the first time you were with her when she said "good girl" to her horse you grinned and asked "who, me or her?", so she shot you a smug look and said "what are you doing right now thats praise worthy, hm?" but she definitely took note of it and brought it up later on in bed, which did make her say it less to her horse from that point on (oops..)

one time during your first weeks of dating you couldnt ride your designated horse because you were too sore from the night before and the friction hurt too badly.. she felt a little guilty so she kissed it better after she couldnt help but laugh when you climbed off and said "yeah not today, no fucking way" while pointing between your legs

loves having her hair pulled, sometimes she puts her hair up in a ponytail during sex just so you can easily tug on it to bend her neck and kiss her skin there <3

if you 69 she is always the one whose face is getting smothered, always, she wouldn’t like it if it was the other way around, but every once in a while when youre both in heat and desperate to fuck the other person, she’ll eat you out while you’re trying to hold your hips up over her mouth while you’re jerking her off/struggling to taste her bc of your moaning </3, you both love orgasming at the same time, being together in that state of helplessness, it’s something you crave

if you lost your virginity to her, I think shed offer for you to do something to her that nobody has ever done before to make it kind of even that way, its mostly her way of adding to the sentiment of "I want us to be equals" because she never wants you to feel like shes eager to overpower you or see you as a girl she gets to "corrupt", maybe you laid in bed once and she told you this and she took a moment too long to try and think of something that no lover has ever done to her so you jokingly said "whore." - but youre creative, so you definitely found things that you would be her "first" for

if youre feeling freaky hear me out.. maybe youre the first to ever put your whole hand inside of her. would take a good amount of patience and lubrication but I can see her getting off on it sooo intensely once you manage to slip all of your fingers inside of her... you staring in awe and telling her how hot it feels, and slowly, very slowly, moving your hand a bit.. I think being so full of her lover would ruin her so hard. and she’d be turned on from knowing that none of her longtime girlfriends ever got to do it to her. anway.

her sexual preferences always depends on yours in the sense that she wants to know what you need and then give it to you, if you just want your brains fucked out she’ll gladly give in, if you want to pleasure her without being touched in return shes down as well, if you want both shes never gonna deny you, which means! that when she does allow herself to take charge every now and then by manhandling you and telling you "come here" or "lay back" it ruins you because youre not used to it, she looves the look you get when she decides to be a bit rough for once

to put it plainly: your pleasure is her pleasure, always!

thats all for now! feel free to let your own imagination fill in the rest 💌

[lanasheart]

LOV members and their love languages ~

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Shigaraki ~

DEFINITELY an Acts of Service man.

Do NOT expect this man to try and touch you.

If he really loves you, I doubt he'd dare touch you as he wouldn't wanna accidently decay you.

Plus, this man absolutely hates it anyway. The only person he wanted to touch was his mama.

He would totally kill anyone you ask him to, either if he's jealous or if he has the urge to kill.

Or, he'd just invite you to play League Of Legends or Fortnite with him and Spinner.

(which isn't bad because he could definitely carry you in fn)

He would try and learn everyday how to be a good boyfriend. (He pays way more attention to you than you notice.)

He enjoys receiving Physical Touch, but to an extent.

You could touch his face, or anywhere really, but definitely not his hands.

He just doesn't want to lose you.

Touya ~

Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

He'd probably be super surprised if you told him your feelings

But he'd be open to a relationship since he'd be down to try something new.

SECONDS into the relationship he's making up so many nicknames for you.

'Babe', 'Darling', 'Hottie', you name it, he's calling you it.

And, he'd definitely kill someone for you.

I think he'd be more down too than Shigaraki would be.

He'd probably be all of the other love languages too, because don't tell me this man won't steal you a thousand dollar ring.

If you were also a villain, he'd totally BEG Shigaraki to let you go on missions together.

He likes Quality Time the most, since Endeavour never gave him any.

So, if you watch this man shoe you his special moves, he's gonna fall 2x as much in love with you.

Toga ~

Himiko literally seeks acceptance through unconventional love.

So I'd think her love language is Physical Touch or Acts of Service.

Along with the others, she'd be more than happy to kill someone for you or more likely impersonate someone for you.

Plus, she'd definitely have to avoid the temptation of using her knives on you.

So, if you told her she could use them, she'd be the happiest girl in the world.

She would be turning into you everyday.

As a means to show her love for you.

She'd want to be you, and feel what your body feels like upon her own accord, like if she was you.

If not, she could find out every little detail about your body by Physical Touch.

She definitely cuddles. (no one can change my mind!)

She likes receiving Words of Affirmation the most, so if you call her beautiful or pretty, she'll go feral for you.

Jin/Twice ~

Quality Time man.

Even a few weeks into your relationship, he'd be down for you to move into his little apartment, if you wanted to.

This would literally be so big for him, he'd spend every single day next to you, even if you were just cooking or cleaning.

If you were showering, he'd literally comes in and sit on the sink to talk to you.

You would definitely have some deep chats about the state of society, or the people you both retrospectively spend your other time around.

I think this man would somewhat enjoy Physical Touch.

Even if it's holding your hand on a busy subway, or leaning your head on his shoulder as he smokes his cigarette.

He would go feral.

It would be difficult to keep his clones' voices under wraps, but if you love him for them too, he'd be happy enough.

Iguchi/Spinner ~

Gift-Giving, definitely.

Although this man spends probably all of his time playing League Of Legends with Tomura, he'd definitely put some time aside to get you presents.

Whether it's something expensive that he's stole, or something small that he's recently heard you talk about.

Such as a new plush, or figurine.

He probably thinks it's more romantic to actually buy the gift, instead of stealing it, so trust me when I say this man has multiple piggy banks in his room.

He would try and ask Tomura for help, but we all know this man wouldn't give good advice.

'buy her League' shut tf up Tomura.

He would buy you both games he'd think you'd like, and would help try to teach you to play.

If you already play games, he'd buy you everything in the game, like DLCs or extra skins.

He most likely enjoys receiving Words of Affirmation.

He didn't get complimented much growing up, so when you do it for the first time, he's super confused.

But, he relaxes more into it and loves when you call him pretty.

Mr Compress ~

ATSUHIRO MY BABY

He'd totally be into Gift-Giving.

I mean, this man comes from a bloodline of thieves, and you think he won't steal you everything you want?

He would literally go to every store in Japan to buy you the most perfect rings, or necklaces, or clothes to make you look even more stunning than you already are.

He'd make sure you had matching things too, like jewellery or clothes, or even small little trinkets to remind yourselves of eachother.

Your room would literally be filled to the brim of everything he's gifted you, also because you would never throw it away.

He'd swear he doesn't need anything in return, but he'd be more into receiving Acts of Service.

Even if this is making him food or coming to see him if he lives a long way away, he'll appreciate every little thing you do for him, no matter how important it is to yourself.

Muscular ~

Muscular would probably just be into Physical Touch.

This man is 6"6, so if your any shorter he would be making fun of you everyday, by ruffling your hair or leaning his arms or head down on your shoulder or head.

Even though he is huge, he'd love to hold hands, if you even can.

He'd LOVE showing off to you, by picking you up or throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

He might have a small feeling that you dislike his muscles or eye, but if you disregard that, he will be all over you again.

Just make sure that you don't get smushed underneath him and his muscles.

Because we all know he would not be careful at all.

He'd be into Physical Touch too, as he would definitely like having his muscles appreciated by your hands.

If you ask him to flex or show his muscles, he will be down within a millisecond and will show you them in every position possible.

hey guyss this is my first proper post to give you a taste of what I wanna do [even if this is not a lot or very detailed so far], so pleasee give me some feedback, and help me so that I can grow my account. feel free to ♡ !!

[ohbo-ohno]

I REALLY wanna see Johnny get mad! Like white hot angry at reader. Don’t know what/how it happened but Johnny’s gonna make all of reader’s poor holes suffer🥺

Maybe Simon gets surprised and turned on by his pup’s newfound aggressiveness

3.6k pwp soap drabble 4 u (cw for referenced burning building, angry sex, some light mutual degradation/objectification, and voyeurism since ghost watches)

You fume silently, face hot with rage while you and Soap walk side by side behind Ghost down the base hallways. There's a tension at the base of your neck that you just know is going to become a migraine if you don't get some medicine soon, and your bones ache from going too long without sleep.

Soap's somehow even stiffer beside you, the distance between you two small but intentional. Usually he's impossible to pry off of you, always brushing against you and looking for more physical contact, but since you landed he's kept at least half a foot between you two at all times.

Fine by you. You don't want him touching you right now anyway.

The silence is thick as Ghost leads you two to his room, his shoulders loose and relaxed.

He's got no reason to be tense, you suppose. He's not the one who had a massive disagreement on the field, who had to drag his squadmate back from a blazing fire and deal with his bitching instead of his thanks.

Just the memory of it makes you scowl.

Ghost leads the two of you into his room in rare silence, though it's only rare because usually you and Johnny would already be teasing or flirting at this point. But you don't bother now, not with your anger so fresh in your mind.

Ghost is the only one to get settled once Johnny closes the door behind you. You two stand on opposite sides of the doorframe, both too tense to do much but stew in your own righteous anger, and Ghost starts to get dressed down into something more comfortable.

He lets the two of you stay quiet until he's fully changed into a tank top and sweats, no boxers then sits on the bed with an overly loud sigh.

"You two even gonna look at each other?"

Your lip curls as you glance at Johnny from the corner of your eyes. "I have nothing to say to him."

"'S not what I asked."

Your cheek twitches and you bite your tongue, rolling a sharp canine over it. "Honestly, Simon, I don't even want to see him right now."

Johnny scoffs, loud in the otherwise quiet room, and nearly stomps to your side, leaning in front of you to try and force eye contact. "Oh, really? Ye can't even look at me, huh? Had no problem lookin' earlier, when you were draggin' me away from my goddamn mission."

You want to growl, you want to rake your nails down his face and scream about what a fool he is, what a jackass, and you want to make him remember.

Some of your ire must shine through in your expression, and Johnny mirrors it, eyes sparking as he straightens and stands diagonally from you, chest nearly brushing your shoulder.

"Dragging you away from your death, more like," you sneer.

"Wasn't your place," he bites back, moving forward enough that you can feel the heat of him even through all your layers. "You aren't my fuckin' CO and I'm not yours - wasn't any of your business how I chose to execute my orders."

"It is when you chose to do it in the most lethal way possible! Fuck, MacTavish, had you taken half a second and listened to me-"

"Oh, that's all it woulda taken? Just had to shut my pretty lips and listen to you, jump before you even say how high? Newsflash, lass, you don't get to make those decisions."

"And you do?"

"In this case? Yeah, you're fuckin' right I do. Price said drag the man out, alive, and that's what I was doing."

"You ran into a burning building!"

"Under orders from our CO!"

"You know damn well that's not what he meant, Sergeant, cut the shit. The orders were to bring him back alive, not kill yourself in the process!"

"That's the job, Sergeant. You do whatever it takes to fulfill your orders."

You're both panting as he snarls the words, nose to nose and eye to eye, teeth bared in rage that feels almost primal. His close brush with death, the way you'd had to tackle him to keep him from running after the damn target, leaves you raw and unsteady. Had you been any weaker, any less filled by adrenaline and panic and something deeply possessive, you know Soap would've thrown you off and gotten himself killed. You were hardly able to hold him down until the screaming stopped as it was.

You take as deep a breath as you can with your heart racing, and reach up to wrap the collar of Johnny's shirt tight in your fist, dragging him so close that your noses brush, hot breaths shared.

"You don't get to fucking leave me." You shoot a glance over Johnny's shoulder, to where Ghost sits comfortably against the headboard of your shared bed. "Leave us. I won't let you."

It's the last sentence that has him bristling, that ruins your chance of a settled argument.

The only person who lets Soap do anything is Ghost. The two of you listen to your Lieutenant with no questions, no doubt, no hesitations, but the same doesn't go for your fellow Sergeant. Since the 141 had formed, you and Soap have been fighting for dominance over one another, both of you determined to establish your control of the other like Ghost has for both of you.

The insinuation that you would let Soap do anything isn't something he'll let slide.

Hours later, fucked raw and sated, you can admit to yourself that the wording was slightly intentional. But now, with the fresh wound of Soap's close call with death still stinging in your subconscious, you only mean it as a way to push his anger to the level yours has been at for hours now.

"Let me?" He rumbles, muscles relaxing as he steps forward enough to press his chest to yours, head ducked low so all you can see is Johnny. "You don't let me do shit, lass. Couldn't stop me if you tried."

You can't help the way your lips quirk up into a humorless smile, your fist tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "Had a pretty easy time of it earlier, MacTavish. Had you pinned and writhing under me, like a bitch-"

Before you can finish your taunt, you find yourself pinned to the door, a mouth covering yours.

Johnny's teeth are sharp against your lips as he nips at you, leaving behind a sting and a throb. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his arms and rumbling in dissatisfaction when his clothes keep him from feeling anything.

You bite back as you push at the hem of his shirt, desperate to get your hands on him and make him hurt. You trace your fingers over his abs as you get his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him down to your height and smirking at his glare.

You don't kiss so much as fight with lips instead of fists, there's no affection or softness between the two of you right now. You're nothing but your anger, but your desperation, and deep down your fear. You cling to Johnny with something verging on desperation, bite and scratch to make him feel even a bit of the pain you had at such a close call with death.

He leans almost his entire weight into yours to keep you pinned against the door, but you only have to shove at his shoulders a few times for him to get the hint and move backwards.

His lips never leave yours as you walk him back to the bed, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he falls back and keeps you on top of him. You taste the slightest tang of iron as you shift your knees up next to his hips, squeezing his sides between your thighs and his tongue between your teeth.

"You gonna ride me?" He pants when you pull away for a breath of air, your hips working over the tent in his pants. "Think you're in charge, bonnie?"

You bare your teeth at him, grinding your core against the tent in his pants. “I’m not the one on my back, MacTavish.”

His smile is all teeth as he bucks his hips into yours, knocking you off balance so you’re forced to brace your hands on either side of his head. “I don’t need to be on top to keep you on a leash.”

It’s all too easy to hook your fingers in his throat mic - his collar. His pupils blow wide when you tug harshly enough to pull his head off the mattress, his hips following as he moans and grinds you down onto him with a bruising grip on your thighs.

“Down,” you smirk, leaning your weight back and forcing his hips to the bed, grinding your hips. “‘S my turn, Johnny. Gonna use you ‘til you’re wrung dry.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then rests on his bottom lip instead of settling behind his teeth. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and lick over his lips, covering them in your own spit and groaning when he pulls you back into a proper kiss.

Despite your hand around his throat and your weight on top of his, you’re both equally in control as you strip the other. You can’t be bothered to wrestle his wrists to the bed, far preferring to let him paw your shirt and pants off while you tear the seams in his indecently tight shirt.

You only have the patience to get his pants to his knees, unwilling to help him kick them off for full mobility. Instead you grind yourself against his hard length, the soaked gusset of your underwear dragging wonderfully over both his cock and your clit.

You shift your hand on his neck so your palm is resting on his Adam’s apple, giving him just enough pressure to stay flattened to the bed.

He nearly growls when you push, the head of his cock getting caught in your panties and brushing the crease of your thigh. “Fuck, bonnie, get it on with.”

You blink down at him, cocking an unimpressed brow and shifting your hips so he slips between your folds, tucking your underwear to the side with your free hand. “You’re not in charge right now, MacTavish. I’m on top.”

“Only cause I’m lettin’ ya,” he pants, hips twitching as he tries to find your hole, tries to find a hole to sink into.

You lean down just far enough to bite the air in front of his nose, all feral rage and sexual frustration as you let yourself sit on his cock, holding him still beneath you. “You don’t let me do shit, I do whatever the fuck I want to. And right now, I want to ride you ‘til you stop fucking talking.”

You press your lips to his before he can bite back the response you see waiting on his tongue, letting your hips move in the way that feels best for you as you lick over his teeth.

Johnny’s always loved making out. When Ghost keeps him locked up, or he’s just not allowed to fuck you, he’ll happily spend hours with your lips glued together, dry humping each other and swapping spit. You can’t even count the number of times he’s come in his pants while thrusting against your hip or your side, driven over the edge by just a kiss.

You take advantage of that now, keeping one hand on his throat and the other circling the base of his throbbing cock so you can line yourself up above him. He’s far too distracted with your lips and tongue to remember he could tug you down on him at any moment, could flip the two of you with hardly any effort at all.

Despite the complete lack of prep, your body takes Johnny easily, the familiar stretch making you moan as you sink down onto him with one smooth movement. You blink open wet eyes just in time to see Johnny’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when your ass rests against him, his cock buried inside of you.

You don’t let yourself rest for long, though most days you love to just feel the weight of either of your boys inside of you. But that current of anger is still pulsing beneath your skin, and all the hot, sweat slick contact between you and Johnny only makes you feel more desperate.

Your pace is merciless, for both him and yourself. Your knees and thighs scream as you slam yourself to the base of Johnny’s cock, making sure you pull off nearly to the tip on every thrust. Without a hand around his throat, you’d have lost your balance on the first thrust.

Johnny’s pulse thunders against your fingers, so fast and so harsh that you swear you can ever see your fingertips twitching against his throat. His breaths are quick and erratic, and you can’t help but subconsciously match his breathing with your faces as close together as they are.

“So fucking good,” you moan, rolling your hips as you lift yourself off of him, dragging the head of his cock along your walls. Your voice cracks when he bucks his hips up, and you’re relieved that he’s already too blissed out to notice, lost in the tight vice of your cunt. 

“Yeah?” Johnny pants, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth when you pull away fully. “Stuff you just right, yeah, lass?”

You bite your tongue against an agreement, some deep part of you that’s not quite drunk on pleasure yet unwilling to give Johnny that kindness. Instead you shift your weight, so that your hand is more cupping Johnny’s jaw and putting pressure on his head instead of his neck, letting you really push him down and get the proper leverage to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Perfect fucking-” you shudder against the words, moan when he rubs just over your g-spot and repeating the same motion with your hips again and again. “Perfect fucking toy, so nice to ride.”

The sound Johnny makes is purely animalistic, torn between anger and desperation, something rough and low in his throat. You can feel the rumble of it through your hand and can’t help but moan in return, finally nearing your peak even as your legs continue to burn.

Neither of you speaks as you ride him, your head hanging low so you’re eye-level with his nipples and focused entirely on your own pleasure. The way your muscles scream at you only fills you with more need, more desperation, and the pain pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Your clit grinds just right over the rough patch of Soap’s pubic hair, soaking it in your juices and covering him in slick.

You reach your peak with gasping breaths, nearly going cross-eyed as you use Johnny entirely for your own pleasure, using him as nothing more than something to hold yourself up on and a toy to ride. Your muscles go completely lax as your pleasure overwhelms you, leaving you slumped against his muscular chest as you ride out the orgasm with small rolls of your hips.

Johnny’s still rock hard inside of you as you come down, his grip on your thighs tight enough to bruise. Your hand has slipped from underneath his collar to the mattress next to his face, and you don’t have the energy to push yourself up and away, to deny him like you’d intended.

Your lungs feel too small as you try to take deep gasping breaths, only managing a few before your lungs start hitching. Johnny’s chest rises and falls quickly beneath your head, his heart pounding beneath your ear.

You don’t have time to brace yourself before you’re flipped onto your stomach, face down on the mattress.

One moment you’re floating in post-orgasmic bliss, letting your body clench down on Johnny and milk him, the next moment you’re on your knees with your back forced into a deep arch, that same cock pounding into you like a machine.

Your groan is bone deep when you finally lift your head enough to breathe, eyes rolled heavenward as your body tries its best to adjust to the harsh treatment.

“Show you a fucking toy,” Johnny snarls from over your shoulder, his voice sounding distant beneath the blood rushing through your ears. “Think ye can just treat me like fucking nothing, get yerself off then take a fucking nap? Nah, yer gonna take what ye fucking deserve.”

The thickening of Johnny’s accent has you gushing around him, your sensitive channel clenching down so hard that you’re surprised he can pull out at all. 

Johnny’s hand wraps in your hair when you try to let your head fall forward again, yanking you back with enough strength to leave you yowling at the strain on your neck.

“Don’t fucking hide,” he hisses, landing a sharp slap on the meat of your ass. “Think ye can just shove yer head in the sand? Let me fuckin’ hear you, lass, sing f’r me.”

“Fu-uck you,” you manage to groan, syllables interrupted on every thrust, your voice cracking. “You’re not- fuck, Johnny, don’t have to listen to you.”

You can practically hear the way he gnashes his teeth over your shoulder, can perfectly envision the angry snarl on his face at your lack of submission.

“Ye will. Gonna teach ye a fuckin’ lesson about yer place.”

You try your best to rear up, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare as best you can despite the grip on your hair. “My place? Who the hell  do you think- oh fuck, fuck, Johnny, you can’t- goddamnit-”

“Can’t even get a goddamn word out.” Even from your terrible angle you can see that his smile is mean. “Think ye can be in charge when ye can’t even finish a sentence? Fuckin’ fool.”

You nearly shriek when he shoves your head down to the mattress, clawing fruitlessly at anything in front of you. You only freeze when you feel flesh give way underneath your nails, the hard muscles of a thick thigh under your palm.

You can just barely angle your head enough to glance up and see Simon looking down at you, but you can’t manage to see anything past his general shape with the way Soap is trying to shove you inside the mattress.

Ghost’s hand comes to rest on your head, and when you lean into him he pushes Johnny’s fingers off.

“Watch it, pup,” he rumbles, and Johnny’s hips stutter behind you. “You’re already in trouble. Do you really wanna make it worse?”

Your self-righteous smirk is hidden in the sheets, but you can’t fully muffle your laugh when Johnny’s whines over your shoulder. The sound quickly morphs into a snarl, and he buries his teeth into your shoulder as his hips start to work again, the sound of his balls slapping against your soaked cunt obscene.

Johnny wraps his arms beneath your torso, hooking his hands on your shoulders so he can tug you into every thrust, moving his face up to nose at your throat. You feel covered by him, consumed by him, as he chases his own pleasure.

You don’t quite manage to get off before he empties himself inside you, but there’s a deep satisfaction in your bones that still lets you melt into him.

Johnny’s all heat and power at your back as he goes weak against you, and a small shove to his shoulder from Ghost has both of you resting on your sides, spooning with his cock still buried inside of you.

Your breaths sync with his quickly, matching the inhales and exhales you can feel against your neck and the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Your eyes flutter shut, relaxing into the bed and Johnny’s arms. You know that you’ll have to Talk later, about what he’d done and how you’d responded. But you know it’ll be an easier conversation after Ghost’s punishment, when all of your consciousness has eased a bit.

“There ya go,” you hear Ghost say, followed by a soft stroke over your head. “Exhausted yourselves, huh? Silly pups.”

You hum and Johnny rumbles behind you, burying his face more fully in your throat. You feel Ghost’s other hand pet over his mohawk, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“I guess you can nap.” Ghost sighs, like he’s doing you both a great favor. “You’ll both need all your energy for your punishment, anyway. Breakin’ damn near every rule in the book just cause you got a little worked up. What am I gonna do with the two of you?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, and the best Johnny manages is a small and plaintive whine. Ghost chuckles from above you, and you feel him lay in front of you, his arms wrapping around Johnny’s back and tugging you both to him.

“Yeah, yeah,  I know. Just relax now, you’re alright.”

It’s easy to drift off, even if the heat is near suffocating and the stretch of Johnny’s cock verges on the edge of too much. You’re loose-limbed and sated, and Johnny’s safe beside you. There’s little else you could ever want, ever need, and you can’t be much more than grateful as you fall asleep between your men.

[crimsonspring]

With backs facing each other, this is truly the furthest she has ever been from Toji. And while she's yearning for a warm and heavy arm to coil around her waist (the only way she knows to fall asleep), the residual anger from the fight after dinner stops her from moving any closer. The feeling has yet to dispel even two full hours of silence, none of this pair of lovers seem to be caving in just yet.

As great as a partner Toji is, he is still human and surely he'd say the same about her two. Two people do not have to be perfect to fall in love.

Tonight is an exemplar of the fact. Stubborn as mules, the two are, but still so suffocatingly in love with one another that there isn't a sleeping soul in the bedroom at the moment due to this foreign change in their nightly routine cuddles. Despite the comfortable blankets and fluffy pillows, the thermostat set just right and the muffled pitter patters of the night rainfall, none of them are able to fall asleep. An insomniac could be lulled right asleep tonight but she and Toji are both wide awake, yet pretending (and failing miserably) at falling asleep. Egos too proud and just as awake, screaming at the other, "I do not care that I cannot feel your breath right on my skin, that your warmth is the only thing that can calm my mind, that my heart is begging you to please give in and embrace me first."

45 minutes after they both had wordlessly gotten under the covers, grumpy expressions dressing their faces and tensions still as high as ever, she is still tossing and turning. And if not having her in his arms isn't enough to keep him awake, her body tossing and turning under the sheets every five minutes most definitely is. Paired with her quiet huffs of frustrations, Toji is more than well aware now that she hasn't gotten a blink of sleep either. They have five hours before the alarm goes off, and as the seconds continue to pass, it serves as a warning for these two with an eight hour workday tomorrow. Toji takes heed of this warning, yet his pettiness wins another battle of this tug of war.

She, however, has her patience running thin. As it grows thinner, her yearning grows stronger and she knows she's only a couple seconds before snapping... and she snaps ever so gently.

Toji has been unmoving, the complete opposite from her, so her pride makes the hopeful assumption that he has fallen fast asleep. Conflicted, she frowns as she lays on her back for the first tonight, her cheek pressed against the pillow to face him. How could he sleep so peacefully without holding her, yet she struggles wholeheartedly. He is so near, yet so far away.

Under the dim light, courtesy of the moon and stars peeking through the windows, her eyes map out every crevice of his back muscles. The longing only grows - she practically salivates at the familiar warmth she knows his body brings, how she wishes she could just wrap her arms and legs around him from behind like a koala, just like she always does on days when he's exhausted from a long day of work and all he wants is the warmth of her chest pressed against his back.

She struggles to make a decision between staying put and clinging onto him, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip as she deliberates. She then decides to find the balance between the two - simply hooking her pinky into the elastic of the back of his sweatpants. It isn't much, yet the tiny skinship from the area where their skin meet relaxes her tense shoulders immediately.

Toji takes the small win.

Grunting, he turns around to face her. In a flash, he turns her on her side and pulls her body flush against his. His arm is tight around her waist, and any other person would find it suffocating but ironically, she finds that it liberates her from distress. She only manages to get the first syllable of his name out in a yelp, before he hushes her.

"Sleep, ma. We'll fight tomorrow morning," the burly man speaks into her hair. He takes the opportunity to inhale her scent, and for a moment he inwardly scolds himself - he let his own stubbornness starve himself of this? He hears her huff, her body tense again (as if she hadn't been the one to initiate contact in the first place).

"Couldn't fall asleep with all the sheets rustling, just go to sleep so we both can get some rest," Toji grumbles, but he has a smirk hidden in her hair. As a final act of rebellion (or so she thinks), she meekly responds, "We'll fight tomorrow." Contrasting her words, she tries to impossibly move closer to him, savouring and gobbling up every last piece of him that she can get before their anticipated fight tomorrow, when she'll have to pretend that she doesn't want to kiss her anger to death against his lips -- and honestly, Toji just the same. And as if it still isn't enough (it isn't) she turns around swiftly to bury her nose into his neck. She finally lets out the breath she's been holding back.

His smirk grows, enjoying every piece of affection she is giving him right now. But truthfully, Toji is just as starved and it's evident when he pulls her arms to wrap around his torso, but not before he slips them underneath his shirt.. just like she always does, skinship prioritised.

With bellies finally satiated by mutual embrace and and the familiar scent of the other, they both yawn in unison, leaving them chuckling and giggling tiredly. "Not so angry anymore hm, mama?" He snickers, pushing his luck but immediately pressing a kiss to her head as if to soothe her anger from bubbling again.

"Shut up. We're still fighting tomorrow."

"Yes, we are. I still love you, though."

"I love you too, Toji."

[1leliysworld]

He can destroy me I'll thank him

[nevvae]

(Ab)by Anderson Riding

Hey fellas, so I did a lil something. You wanna ride those abs so bad! Me too! Enjoy?? I love her pretty blonde pubes 😝💯

Smut under!! It's not good tho my bad 😞

Minors, no no!!

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"Don't make me do all the work, pretty thing." Her mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine as she teases you, You can feel the heat building between your thighs as you grind against her abdomen, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hands rest on the tops of her strong thighs, your chest heaving as you look into her eyes. Her hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements, her eyes following the lines of your torso as you arch your back, trailing up to your breasts with a hungry gaze.

Abby's hand reaches up, her fingers closing around your breast, her thumb and index teasing your hardening nipple. You instantly respond, a needy moan escaping your lips as you grind against her abs. Her smile widens, her eyes burning into yours as she watches your hips rocking desperately against her, your arousal spilling onto her stomach. "You're making a mess all over me, aren't you, sweet thing?" she husks, her hands hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches, and a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine at the familiar pet name. A warm, tingling sensation begins to stir in the pit of your stomach, gradually intensifying with each passing moment. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain yourself, but your hips start to quicken their pace, faltering slightly in the rush of sensations. Soft whimpers and moans escape your lips, mingling with the sound of your racing heartbeat. The sensitive bud of your clit glides over her firm abdomen, sending shivers down your spine. Your core tightens and pulses with aching desire as you quicken the pace; your hips begin to falter, your breath catching in your throat as the sensations grow more intense. Your hips buck and twitch with needy desperation as the sensitive bud of your clit grazes against her firm abdomen. Every nerve in your body is ablaze with pleasure, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Abby's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, her breath quickening and becoming shallower. "Mmm, just like that, don’t you dare stop; make yourself cum.” Her hands move to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, gripping you tightly as she rolls her hips slightly underneath your body. Abby lets out a guttural moan, her eyes growing dark and unfocused as you grind down onto her. Her grip tightens as she groans, her voice deep and filled with need. "Fucking use me," she grunts out, watching as your thighs shake around her, your head falling back with a whine as the tension snaps; her words send a jolt of electricity through you, making your hips buck as you release over the abdomen.

Her hands gripping your hips and rocking you down hard, dragging your over-sensitive folds over her abs. Your pussy convulsess, the warmth between your thighs growing as the slickness spreads over her torso, staining the hem of her Spiderman boxers.

Abby leans forward, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses the soft skin between your breasts. Her lips trail up, placing open-mouthed kisses against your collarbones, until she reaches your lips. She presses her mouth eagerly against yours, tasting the mix of sweat and desire. Your hands reach up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as your tongues dance together in a fevered rhythm. "so good for me," Abby murmurs between kisses, her breath hot against your skin.

^ CACKLED to this bad boy!

[devilishvalentine]

Alright, okay, we love and adore our dear Fem!Readers short and soft for our boy Jason Todd to cherish and hold and carry with ease. 

But ALSO.

We need to consider a Fem!Reader who’s an absolute unit. Big, muscular (bonus if she has a soft tummy), even as tall as, if not taller than, Jason Todd himself here.

You bumped into each other when Jason decided it’s a decent time for him to get some sun and go to that small cafe near his apartment building.

And Jason, who mistakes your build for a man, prepares to throw you one of his signature scowls. Only to falter once he took the time to really get a good look at you. He has to physically restrain a shiver the moment you tilt your head down at him and raise an eyebrow as you make eye contact, where Jason got so flustered and awkwardly cleared his throat before looking away to try and fail to continue minding his own business. He ignores the way his face burns when he secretly checks you out, more thoroughly this time.

Later that day, you meet Red Hood when he sees a mugger holding you at gunpoint during his patrol and arrives just in time to find you successfully– albeit with a little struggle– disarming him and backhanding the mugger in the throat. Jason is more than impressed at your show of strength (if you can even call it that cuz you’re literally just defending yourself) and how capable you are.

You find Red Hood the other day being severely injured in your fire escape, and carry him with ease to your couch as you practically manhandle him rather gently to get in a comfortable position for you to treat his injuries as best as you could. Though concussed as he is right now, Jason could not stop thinking about how warm it feels to be in your strong, muscular arms. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way when he just met you but– Fuckin’ hell you’ve been on his mind since the day you met, adoring the way you serenely glance down at him like the moon beaming through the dark skies.

After some more Red Hood visits and even more encounters and hangouts with you as Jason Todd (with some ups and downs ofc), the two of you start dating and shenanigans ensue.

Whenever Jason would catch a glimpse of your muscular biceps flexing as you do some lifting or if it’s a habit, he swallows audibly. You didn’t notice at first, until you caught his gaze lingering on your biceps before catching himself and going back to whatever he’s doing. Smirking slightly, you take note of it and make sure to flex a little whenever Jason is around, which is basically more like a show than a flex really. Every subtle fidget Jason makes as you do them brings your eyes a sparkle of amusement and another emotion that Jason does not want to dwell into further because otherwise he’ll fucking combust. 

One time you caged Jason against the wall with your arm flexing as you placed it over his head, your size easily dwarfing him and making your face and body being his only line of sight. He fucking prays you don’t look down too much whenever you do it ‘cause good god, this fucking action does things to him. If you put your thigh in between his legs like this, he’d pounce you

Also imagine you two going out grocery shopping and Jason's goes to reach out to something on the top shelf. Then he feels the comforting warmth of your body when you stand behind him and reach over him to get it yourself, your body pressed against his and Jason instinctively leans into you.

Another thing he looks up to you (both literally and figuratively) is that your massive build and your overall nature provides a sense of comfort and safety for him to ease into. You’re like a tree; tall and imposing but at the same time, able to withstand the harsh storms of reality and life. The way you move and carry yourself is like a shade, gently overcasting those that chose to stay with you, underneath your protective and comforting shadow.

Being held by your larger hands, almost encompassing his own hands, you make Jason feel so small but protected and safe. He wants to give you that same feeling back to you. And he does.

[deniable-masterpiece]

while i LOVE big fat guys, i also forget how much a big muscled man means to me. like omfg, muscles that are so hard yet soft like a thick bicep to sleep on or big strong thighs to keep my head on your dick or a big meaty ass that is sooo muscly and mmmf

[francixoxoxo]

thinking about you and michael berzatto surprising eachother in very different ways..

aka Mikey’s idea of bringing home a surprise is hotdogs, and your idea is a whole dog

The apartment door clicks open, you hear Michael’s sneakers hitting the hardwood as he kicks them off. He calls out into the living room, “Babe, I got food.”

You put the tv lower, throwing the blanket off your legs. You got home from work a few hours ago, and after a quick “errand” you’re already fully unwound— showered, hair clean and blown out, and a Victoria’s Secret pajama set straight from the laundry basket smooth on your freshly-shaven legs. Mikey’s eyes lighten when you round the corner into his view. Take out bags hang from his grip, but he shuffles them to one hand so he can wrap a burly arm around you in a hello.

“Y’look great,” He hums, eyeing you up and down. The smile that creases your eyes is apparently too precious for him to resist drawing you into a kiss, he mutters with raised brows as he pulls away, “and y’smell good. Jesus.” He smells like cologne and musk, you breathe it in nice and deep.

Mission accomplished. Hopefully he’ll be too enamored to get mad at you when he sees what you brought home. Mikey’s thick brows are drawn like he’s forgotten what he even meant to say, so you steal a look at the bags he’s carrying. You expected it to be something from The Beef, but it’s not. “Gene’s and Jude’s? That’s completely out of the way.” Your voice comes out sweeter, more swooning than you intended it to. ‘Cause even though you’re asking why he took the Metra all the way down to River Grove and back, you know the answer, and it just melts you. It’s only because it’s your favorite. You’re why Mikey went out of his way.

And for all the compliments he showers you with, he doesn’t look so bad himself. He’s been growing out his beard lately, his dark hair lengthening. Definitely very bear-like, you once giggled to him, your hand brushing along the hair on his jaw. You remember the grin Mikey gave you, then, like it was burned into your brain. If you liked the whole grizzly look, he liked it too. not to mention the way his navy t-shirt clings just perfectly to his chest and shoulders, hugging his biceps. Maybe you were staring. Maybe you don’t care.

“I mean.. You seemed kinda stressed when I left this morning. Just thought you needed a pick me up.” Mikey shrugs like it’s no big. He follows you into the kitchen, or atleast is just about to breach the countertop that sort of sets it apart from the living room— he feels something pushing against his ankle.

“Shit—“ Your name blurts from his mouth, alarmed and already halfway to a shout. “Baby, woman, gorgeous, uh- what the fucks this?” You can’t help laughing at how freaked out Mikey is, whirling around and lifting up the bags of food to see a dachshund puppy sniffing at his jeans.

“You got a fuckin’ dog?” Your boyfriend’s chestnut eyes are blown wide when he looks up at you. He sets down the food on the counter, with this look on his face like you brought a mouse inside.

“surprise!” You lift your shoulders, smiling as broadly as you think is necessary to make Mikey let you keep the puppy. “Isn’t she cute?”

“She? fuckin’ a, right now.” Michael mumbles to himself, rubbing his forehead and watching the dog scramble around the floor. “Christ, it can’t even stand up right.”

“She’s excited,” you insist. Her claws click and scrape on the hardwood, she snuffles at his jeans and he grimaces up at you. He gestures wildly to the puppy tap dancing around his socks.

“You just.. went out and got a dog?”

“Well, I researched before.” You reach into the bag on the countertop and take out two wrapped hot dogs. He huffs, taking a hesitant step away from the dog, trying his best to not step on the damn thing. She’s making it real hard. “I wanted to surprise you! You’ll love her.”

“You’re damn lucky I love you, ‘cause.. Nevermind.” Mikey grumbles, moving and stepping on the other side of you while brushing his hands on your waist. He sighs through his nostrils, giving you a wary look. You give him your sweetest, pretty, pretty please, say yes to me smile. He looks down at the dog and shakes his head, and you know you’ve got him melted like butter. Your puppy gets to stay. “what’s her name.”

“Olive,” you coo. He sighs again.

“Fuckin’ Olive.” Mikey grumbles, maybe to himself, turning and leaning his back against the counter to look at the dog. “That why her uh, her collar’s green?”

“mmmhm!” He huffs in a mix of humor and disbelief. His roughened, oven-burned hand moves to splay over your belly, his arm winding around as rubs his palm along the material of your pajama set and clasps your waist. You turn your cheek to look at him, and you know by his expression— and experience— that you got this burly, tough man wrapped ‘round your finger. Puppy dog eyes looking at you, brows furrowed and jaw set, he’s trying to look like he’s got any authority when you ask for something.

“She ain’t sleeping in our bed.” Mikey crosses his arms over his chest, and god, does that shirt hug his biceps just perfect.

“Sure.” You shrug, unwrapping your hotdog and taking the first bite. He eyes you, lifts his brows as if to say, I’m serious on this. Sure he is.

Olive sleeps in bed, nestled in the small cranny between you and Mikey that night.

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞:

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐂…

Hey it’s 1am here in the UK and I don’t have a valentine themed fic. So have this set of HC of my AU series that I’ve been working on instead. There is a mix of wholesome and spicy HC. I’m too lazy to put it in an undercut so minors DNI 🔞

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will rant about his day in the lab to you. You love hearing him vent to you if he had a terrible day or ramble about an exciting discovery he had made.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will come home to you from a hard works day in the lab. He likes to rest his head between your thighs while his wife massages his scalp. He melts completely under your tender touch. Your fingers are very soft and soothing.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive small love notes or doodles that are packed with his lunch from his wife. Sometimes even spicy messages if you’re feeling risky. They tend to end with him coming back home and fucking you on the nearest surface. Most likely the couch or kitchen counter top.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a personalised lab coat with his name on it from you, either as a birthday gift or an anniversary present. He now wears it in the lab everyday since.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will involve you when he’s designing gadgets and weapons to be used by the Spider Society. He values your input when brainstorming the prototypes.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have a personal gym right next to his lab where he would work out and train to maintain his strength and combat skills. This includes a high-tech simulation drill that replicate various combat scenarios to aid and enhance his quick thinking and problem solving abilities.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have his wife watch him work out from the sidelines. You would admire the determination etched on his face. Maybe even steal a quick kiss in between sets. Sometimes you would sit on the rooftops while Miguel would do his usual web slinging endurance, navigating the city skyline from building to building as part of his training.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will fuck you good when he knows he won’t be home for a few days because of a mission in another dimension. He’ll make sure he reaches every crevice deep inside you. You’ll feel a dull ache from the way he stretched out your walls— a reminder of that passionate night and of your husband’s temporary absence. He doesn’t like using toys, he’d rather use his hands and dick do all the work.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that loves to kiss you all over and talk about the function of each part of your body while praising you and telling you how perfect your are. He loves teasing your erogenous areas to increase your serotonin levels and see how much you would fall apart under his touch.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a blow job from you as he tries to explain the make reproductive system OR while he talks about his day at work to you. He’s lucky to have you help him with his pent up stress.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that probably keeps a track of your period. For research, of course. After you got off your birth control pills, it’s his responsibility to track when your fertility window takes place so he can breed you at the right time.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that is over the moon when you both find out that you are finally pregnant. Of course he would admire the changes of your body while you’re growing his child. He will eagerly share insight about the embryonic development and the hormonal changes, deepening the intimate connection you both already share.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will admire the changes of your body and will develop a serious lactation kink. He’ll feed from your breast from time to time…for science obviously. He’s just increasing your oxytocin levels so you can produce more milk for your baby daughter. Duh.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will help his daughter with her schoolwork. I know he will probably put extra effort when it comes to her school science project and will probably be more committed to it than her. He just wants what’s best for her.

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- Ayrus <3

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When he is a big boy >>>