#you know what i will not feel sheepish for feeling enamored i want to feel it i just will hope i dont get hurt

[kartana]

I'm wearing her shorts and there is a part of me slightly alarmed by how much I'm enjoying knowing they are her shorts

[narislvr]

── simp!abby anderson drabble ₊˚ෆ

,, cws? none. pure fluff ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ ── 1.04k words.

,, abby x fem!reader ♡ / college au

ᝰ.ᐟ loosely inspired by this series' depiction of abby. | pt. II

she's so hollie col & taylor swift coded, fight me

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who was absolutely lovestruck for the pretty girl she'd bumped into on the way to their campus' library.

She had barely exchanged more than a few mumbled words with you, but she already knew she wanted to see you again.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who did in fact see you a few days later behind the counter of a less populated coffee shop in the westend part of campus. you looked so pretty she thought, and if it weren't for her usual reserved expression she was sure you'd see the hearts forming in her eyes.

"hello? you alright there?" you'd ask, brow raised as you tried to get the woman's attention from behind the counter.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who snaps out of her enamored daze only to meet the confused look on your face with a sheepish smile.

she should say something smooth. anything.

"you sell coffee here, right...?"

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who is awkward as hell and can't flirt to save her life as she's lived her life avoiding any chance of romance despite being a secret romantic.

your eye twitches at the question, but you smile at her anyways because.. well, just because.

"yeah, we do. what can j get for you?"

your number

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who makes it a routine to come in the three days of the week when she knew you'd be there. by the third week of her showing up, you couldn't help the small smile that settled on your lips as you handed the blond her usual coffee, your hand lingering a second longer as the feeling of her calloused fingers brushing yours sent a fuzzy feeling through your body.

she'd thank you with a small smile of her own before sitting in the table closest to the exit with a good view of you in the prep area and taking slow sips of her drink as she'd take subtle glances of you, admiring the way you hum ever so quietly to yourself as you worked.

after a good hour of subtle glances and pretending to focus on whatever text book she brought in that day, she'd leave, but not before leaving a tip folded neatly in the napkin as you went to wipe down her table.

'have a great day and thank you for the coffee. it was delicious as usual :)'

you can't help but shake your head, cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

it was a simple black coffee, nothing special.

and yet she was always so greatful.

huh.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who after a month, slowly begins to talk to you, less awkward than her initial approach once you started initiating conversation and light banter.

God, if you looked pretty from afar, having you close to her, talking to her, made every last bit of her resolve melt. especially when you looked at her, chin resting on your palm, with those bright curious eyes of yours.

"you actually owned horses? That's so cool! I've always wanted to learn how to ride, but I've never had the chance to."

she'd chuckle, feeling her heart flutter as she flashes you a charming smile.

"I could always teach you, y'know?"

God knows she hoped you weren't kidding when you giggled and accepted her offer.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who, now comfortable enough to, would tease you whenever she'd catch you stealing glances at her arms whenever she came in from her morning run.

"I can feel you staring, hon," she'd quip, catching you off guard and stiffling a laugh as you quickly denied it.

she made sure to wear more tank tops and compression shirts, stretching out her arms every now and then, knowing well she'd have your full attention then.

"you're always welcome to touch, you know."

"I am not doing that, abbs." you'd respond, heart racing as you rejected, what was to you, the offer of a life time.

"suit yourself," she'd snicker, earning a playful shove.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who after four months of playful visits to your job, finally asks you out, hands sweating as she leans against the counter of the almost empty coffee shop.

to her surprise, you agree, and she can't help the wide grin that spreads on her face as you accept.

"we could go out for coffee or something. I know of a good coffee shop around here we could try out. The barista is pretty cute too."

"I'm not going on a date to my work place, Abby." you'd say, eyes narrowed as she only laughs at your response.

"was just a thought. how about dinner next week? there's a place about thirty minutes from here I'm sure you'd like."

"sounds like a plan."

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who picked you up the following week, a charming smile on her face as she held open the passenger seat door to her pick up truck, complimenting you with awe in her voice before driving off.

soft music could be heard playing in the background as the two of you spoke of anything and everything.

you were so caught up in the conversation, you didn't notice where you two had parked until the rumble of the trucks engine finally shut off.

it was then that you noticed the scenery before you, a nice grassy area overlooking the mountain campus of the school you two went too.

"found this place while on a run a month back, it's pretty, huh?"

you could only hum in response, still in awe as you got down and followed abby to the bed of her truck where the two of you would eat takeout from a place she knew you liked.

amidst the pretty scenery, she could only find herself looking at one thing.

that being you.

It was cliché, but from what she had learned about you during the time she had spent getting to know you through small talk and banter, she knew it was something you liked and that's what mattered.

and what wouldn't she give to continue seeing the look of pure adoration on your face as your hand found hers, pinkie locking with hers as you two look at eachother in silence as the nature's ambience and soft music from her radio play in the background.

[sunboki]

🧷 SKZ WHEN THEY NOTICE YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE

◌ including : ot8 !

◌ warnings : mentions of creeps & harassment

◌ notes : i really loved this shade of pink, hopefully it conveys the lovey-dovey mood i’m feeling since valentines is close<3

BANGCHAN asked to join you on your night-out, a well deserved one at that due to your constant workload the week before. it was nice to relax with Chan at the bar you frequented on your day off, not worrying about deadlines or coworkers, just him and the world. yet the light feeling in your chest was quick to disappear upon seeing that person here. your hand unconsciously squeezing his, discomfort evident. of course, your boyfriend was already on alert, reading you easily. “awe hey stranger! who’s this? already dating in the office aren’t you, how scandalous.” the rhetorical question answered with a sheepish chuckle on your end, noticeably tense. but when the girl reached towards you Chan was quick to pull you behind him—facing the perpetrator with a taught expression. “i don’t think we’ve met before and i hope we never do. so let’s not touch what’s mine or things will get messy, alright?” proceeding to melt into a worried mother during the walk home, holding you in the coziest hug of your life whilst serving his protective-bear role. “i’m here to take care of you y’know. i love you too much to see you so nervous.”

MINHO was meeting you at the nearby park after practice, excited to finally be spending time with you after such long rehearsals. whilst he was enamored by your text messages, he didn’t ignore the part where you mentioned wearing the sundress he’d bought you for your birthday, daydreaming about how breath-taking you’d look with the sun dancing on your skin. however what he wasn’t anticipating was to see your eyes panic-filled, running up to him where you usually met up with urgency. “there-there’s been this guy following me for the past twenty minutes, i’m really really scared-“shh, it’s alright. let’s go.” he quickly yet ever-so calmly placed a possessive hand on your lower back, stealing a hasty glance behind you before hurrying into a busy café. “i can see you fidgeting, nothing will hurt you as long as i’m here.” having found sanctuary at a booth near the back of the place, he acknowledged the anxious bounce of your leg. “i know~ i’m just upset our date was messed up.” you whined, graciously accepting your drink from the waiter. a sort of scoff was Minho’s reply, amused. “well i’m upset everyone in this café gets to admire you in that sundress and not just me.” — “seriously Minho?”

CHANGBIN agreed to take the next step with you. next step as in meeting his family, quite an important step considering that his favorite people were meeting eachother for the first time. but as Changbin adjusted the collar of his shirt he caught sight of your nervous expression. well, it looked normal for most people, but he could tell when it came to you that there were too many thoughts swarming through your head. “what’s going on? there’s something on your mind.” standing in front of you, he cupped your face in big, warm hands, forcing you to look up at him. your eyes tell. “it’s just, i want to meet them but i can’t help worrying.” you bit your lip, basically sensing the cock in your boyfriend’s brow. urging you to go on. “i’m worried i won’t make a good impression. i know family means a lot to you and i don’t want to mess that up.” Changbin visibly softened, thumbing your cheek in a comforting manner. a low, yet kind laugh had you glaring up at your boyfriend, that is, until he spoke. “they’re so excited to meet you i don’t think it’s possible to leave a bad impression.” — “yeah?” your lips quirk upwards, slightly more relaxed. the car ride was filled with his apparent excitement, beyond ecstatic. and it was safe to say his family loved you, having probably been more excited than he’d told you. did you mention how good your boyfriend looked while cooking? in an apron? lord have mercy.

HYUNJIN remembered when he met you for the first time like yesterday. fist wrapped around a subway strap as the blond stared at his phone—listening to a song he’d been frequenting. Hyunjin glanced up, mindlessly scouring over the many passengers around him, and in the midst of people his gaze landed on an elderly gentleman. not anything strange of the sort, till his eyes traveled lower to where the man’s hand was. then it hit him. in front of the elderly man stood you, wearing a cute, shorter skirt. what you didn’t notice was that exact man was taking disgusting up skirt photos without you knowing. searching desperately for anyone who saw what was going on without luck. so, taking a deep breath, he squeezed through, just so happening to smack the phone from the man’s hand and stand behind you. the creep gasped in reply. “oh! sorry sir!” Hyunjin falsely apologized, happily crushing the phone with his shoe. “ah, i’m so clumsy today.” the cracked screen splintered when he handed it back, sporting the fakest smile in the book. while ignoring the gentleman’s anger he then tapped on your shoulder, turning to face him. wow. you were stunning. “there was a guy taking up skirt photos of you, don’t worry, i took care of it. what station are you getting off at? i’ll stay with you ‘till we get there.”

HAN knew you hated going to the doctor, so he always took the time to join you, rubbing small circles on the top of your hand as you sat in the waiting room. perhaps other people found it stupid that you got so nervous, but your discomfort was never seen as weakness to Han, even though he knew you felt inferior because of it. instead, your boyfriend would turn on the music unbelievably loud in the car—basically forcing all the intrusive thoughts to be blocked out with the blasting sound. and when you arrived at the office he would spend the entire time distracting you, whether that be with his silliness or sharing airpods to listen to music together. “this songs sucks Ji, what’s up with your taste?” you giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully while he lifted his hands dramatically. “Changbin hyung’s recommendation, he said he listens to it when he works out.” you scoffed at this, finding everything about the song to be over-the-top. except the banter ended abruptly when a nurse called your name, immediately glancing at Jisung worriedly. “hey, it’s okay, alright? i’m right here, ‘m not gonna leave you.” a tight-lipped smile served as a reply, shuffling to the room. afterwards he basically treats you like a baby, not even letting you go anywhere without clinging onto you. “my baby is so strong.. i’m so proud~”

FELIX excitedly skipped around the back-room, cheerful to have you join him for an interview. usually he’d dread them, but today was different. a great kind of different where he finally got to experience an interview alongside you. yet there was one thing. one thing that ticked Felix from the very beginning. and it was how strangely the questions were geared towards you compared to him. for him, questions like “how is it to have you lover with you on this interview?” or “what are some of your favorite things to do your s/o?” whilst you were asked questions such as “do you ever get jealous of the attention on Felix?” and especially the “does expectations with your own beauty make you insecure when dating Felix?” that one had him nearly saying something, noticing how you squirmed in your seat—trying to shake off the offensiveness. but no matter how much his professional façade was important, there was no way he could sit still when you looked so pained. “excuse me for saying this, but these questions are a bit personal, don’t you think? it may come off as disrespectful to them, so please, let’s make sure it’s not like that.” he leaned forward, eyes glaring dangerously at the director despite how kind he appeared on camera. no less Felix gave the team a chronic headache for their senslessness, proceeding to spoil you absolutely rotten with a warm bubble bath, flowers, and gifts. there was no feeling bad about yourself when with him.

SEUNGMIN peered over your shoulder, watching you scroll through your feed. a normal Thursday night, but your heavy sigh was enough clarification something was up. he nuzzled his face into your neck, a quiet gesture he often did to urge you to speak your mind. “you know how we planned to go to the beach this weekend?” Seungmin hummed softly, patiently waiting for you to collect your thoughts. “well yesterday i tried on some swimsuits and i just… don’t like how they look on me. i’d embarrass you.” embarrass? embarrass?? he wondered how the thought even occurred in your pretty mind, if anything he should be happy you weren’t going to the beach—no one else but him able to see you looking so beautiful. but of course he knew you wanted to go, and he wasn’t about to let your negative thoughts ruin that. “the thing i’d be worried about is someone asking for your number, i would too if i saw you looking like that.” he placed his head on your stomach, a content smile on his face. “i love this.” he placed his hands on your hips, then your thighs. “and this.” then your chest (with a soft squeeze much to his pleasure), then your face. “and especially this.” you laughed when he blew a raspberry in your cheek, the puppym treasuring your precious laugh. “you’re too breathtaking to miss out on this beach day, so let me love you so much you don’t think like that ever again, hm?” he pounced, earning a squeal from you. “Yah- Minnie-“

JEONGIN saw your expression contort staring up at the massive roller coaster, eyes trained on each loop and twist—turning green. “c’mon Y/n! it’ll be fun, promise!!” your friend called out, pressuring you into going with them. and of course your adorable boyfriend was fumbling to help you out, equally as useless in this situation. “..actually we planned to ride the teacups before we have to leave!” god, Jeongin was an awful liar, but you didn’t say a peep when he led you away from the others. “were we actually going to ride the teacups?” you mused, watching the spinning saucers rotate round and around. “nope, you just looked uncomfortable.” — “was it that noticeable?” you narrowed your eyes, dreading hearing your friends’ remarks tomorrow if that was the case. luckily, it wasn’t. “to me, yeah.” curse his stupid smile, sly when his face was so innocent. Jeongin was a menace. “you suck.” you stuck your tongue out childishly, yet pointed towards the ride. eyebrows cocking playfully, you appeared all too entertained by Jeongin’s hesitance. “c’mon Innie, it’ll be fun!” the poor thing nearly hurling after the ride, you questioned whether perhaps you should’ve been the one to keep him from throwing up initially, not the other way around. having to basically carry the cutie to the car. yeah, he may act all macho, but he’s really just a baby, please take care of him.

permanent taglist — @starlostseungmin

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[yujo-nishimura]

The confession

Warning: Non, just fluff <3 Luffy x Reader (before time-skip and on the Going Merry, since that is my favorite ship). English is not my native language, apologies for the mistakes.

It was a normal sunny day on the Going Merry. You had promised to help scrubbing the deck since nothing more exciting seemed to lie ahead for a week and everyone else was busy - Sanji was in the kitchen, creating the usual abundance of snacks for you, Nami and Robin. Zoro was napping, Usopp was creating another extraordinary weapon of his and Chopper was working on a medication for seasickness. Luffy was just Luffy and watching you while you were on your knees scrubbing the planks with a brush. The sun was burning and you took short breaks in between taking some sips of water and fan yourself in a feeble attempt to cool off.

"Hey! I need you to talk with me whenever you're finished with that chore." You suddenly hear your captain saying this and he waves with a big grin and his stretchy arm from the second level of the ship.

"Sure! I am almost done with cleaning the deck.. let me finish here and then I will come to you."

Luffy's grin stretched wider, and the gleam of excitement sparkled in his eyes. "Hopefully, it's not another ridiculous escapade or him pestering me about stealing more of Sanji's food," you muttered under your breath as you finished the final wooden plank on the starboard side of the ship. "Awesome! Hurry up, I'm really looking forward to talking to you," Luffy called out, his voice full of anticipation.

As you made your way towards the kitchen to return the bucket and the brush you wonder what seems to be so important for your captain to talk with you about. You look up to the second level of the ship and watch Luffy absentmindedly stretching his arms, bouncing up and down with the energy of a kid on a sugar rush. You giggle and enter the kitchen, smiling at Sanji who is immediately enamored by your presence and calls you "Y/n-chwaaan".

You decide to surprise Luffy - you know how happy he is whenever you get him food and witnessing his sheer joy whenever you provided him with a snack warmed your heart. "Sanji, would you have some snacks for me?" "Anything for you, Y/n-chwan, would you like some ice-cream, cookies or maybe something more sophisticated, a sorbet or a Crème Brûlée?"

You can see the sheer disappointment in his face when you point at the wrapped rice crackers on the kitchen table.

You are grabbing some of the crackers, escaping Sanji's desperate attempt to convince you to stay in the kitchen. With the delicious goods you acquired you run up to Luffy in high spirits. With him as a captain it is never a dull moment and you are excited to hear what he has to tell you. "Here Luffy, I got us some snacks from the kitchen!"

Luffy's eyes lit up as you approached him with the snacks. He eagerly took the rice crackers from you, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.

"Thanks! You always know how to make me happy," Luffy said with a wide grin, his excitement evident. He quickly devoured a rice cracker, savoring the crunch and flavor.

As he chewed, Luffy's expression turned serious for a moment. He swallowed and looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of earnestness and nervousness. "Hey, um… I wanted to talk to you about something important. It's been on my mind for a while now." Luffy paused, gathering his thoughts.

"I've been feeling… different lately. Like, whenever you're around, my heart beats faster and I can't stop thinking about you. It's confusing, but I think… I think I might have some feelings for you." Luffy scratched his head, a slightly sheepish expression on his face.

"You're not just my crewmate, you're my friend, and… maybe even something more." Luffy's cheeks reddened slightly as he finished his confession.

He looked at you, a mix of hope and uncertainty in his eyes, waiting for your response.

Surprised about what Luffy said you forget to chew for a moment and start coughing over the dry rice cracker. You had expected anything. A stupid adventure suggestion, his demand for more food, him trying to make you laugh with funny faces. But not that. Not his confession. "Feelings for me? But you're my captain…" you blush as well, not sure what else to say. Luffy, undeniably attractive, exuded an aura of safety and comfort that enveloped you. His enchanting, childlike charm and unwavering determination were the traits that captivated you the most. However, the notion of having romantic feelings for him had never entered your mind until now. "I appreciate your honesty, Luffy," you finally managed to respond, grateful for his openness. And then you fall silent. You just cough a little bit from the cracker.

Once you had recovered from your coughing fit, Luffy listened attentively to your response. He could sense your surprise and uncertainty, and he understood that his confession had caught you off guard. He nodded, appreciating your honesty in return.

"Yeah, I know I'm your captain and all, but… I can't help how I feel," Luffy replied, his voice soft and sincere. "I understand if you need time to process this. It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to be honest with you because you mean a lot to me."

The sudden emotional maturity displayed by this usually childlike captain caught you completely off guard, causing your heart to race faster.

Luffy's gaze remained steady, his expression a mix of hope and understanding. He didn't want to pressure you into anything; he just wanted you to know how he felt.

You say the first thing that comes to your mind, just like him you decide to speak without hesitation:

"I'm afraid that if I like you more than I already do that I need to worry about you all the time and that I could eventually lose you. The mere thought of losing you, Luffy, is unbearable..." As the words escaped your lips, you became aware of just how much he meant to you. Overwhelmed by a sudden need for reassurance, you impulsively leap forward into his arms.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly leap into his arms, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close. His heart raced, a mix of joy and relief flooding through him.

"Hey, don't worry," Luffy said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I may get into trouble sometimes, but I always find a way to come back. And having you by my side, caring about me... it means everything to me."

As he held you, Luffy couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. He had never imagined that his confession would be reciprocated, and now that it had, he felt an even stronger connection with you.

"I promise to always protect you, no matter what," Luffy said softly, his tone filled with determination. "And together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way. We're a team, after all."

Luffy gently pulled away from the embrace, a bright smile on his face. "I'm really glad you feel the same way, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us, both as friends and... maybe something more."

With that, Luffy leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, a gesture filled with warmth and affection.

You blushed, feeling suddenly an overwhelming feeling of joy. "But what about the others? What shall we say to our crew?"

Luffy scratched his head, thinking about your question. He pondered for a moment before answering with his usual straightforwardness.

"I don't think we need to keep it a secret," Luffy replied, his eyes filled with determination. "Our crew is like a family, and they'll understand. We've been through so much together."

He paused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Plus, they'll probably figure it out anyway. They know me too well!"

Luffy's carefree attitude and confidence in his crew's acceptance made you feel more at ease. You trusted his judgment, knowing that he always had the best intentions.

"So, let's tell them together," Luffy said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to see their reactions!"

"Right now?" a little screech escapes your mouth.

"Why not?", he starts laughing and grabbing your hand, his grip filled with warmth and support. He drags you to the lower level of the ship, to the rest of the crew, ready to share your newfound happiness with your friends on the Going Merry.

Comment if you want a part 2 with the crew's reaction, if not I will conclude the story here. :)

[angelsnkisses]

hii :3 how are you today? can i request dom!charlie fingerfucking fem!reader during movie night? all of their friends are with them so the reader has to be quiet.. also charlie gets really excited during the kill scenes

(inspired by a literal dream of mine i can’t breathe)

A/N: hi anon! i'm doing well, thank you sm for asking :). i love this idea, and i am so so jealous of your dream 😩. hope you enjoy!

Movie Night ♡ - Charlie x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: dom!charlie, sub!fem!reader, descriptions of gore, semi-public (?) fingering, cum eating

It was a cold, dark night, perfect for a scary movie. Charlie had invited you, Robbie, Kirby, Jill, and a few other friends over for a little movie night, specifically a slasher he had been wanting to watch forever.

That's how you ended up curled up on the couch, listening to everyone chatter and laugh while Charlie set up the TV. You were under a soft, blue blanket, which was slung over your legs comfortably. Robbie had sat next to you, the two of you making casual conversation about who knows what.

"Alright, that should do it.. you guys ready?" Charlie asked, turning to face the group with an excited smile. Most of them were sat on the floor, beers in hand and a large bowl of popcorn amongst them. Everyone agreed, beginning to settle down as the opening credits started to flash across the screen. Charlie moved away from the TV, pointing at Robbie as he approached the couch.

"Get up, that's my spot," he huffed, glancing at you. Robbie groaned, but didn't argue, getting up and joining everyone else on the floor. Charlie grinned, settling himself on the couch with you. He leaned against the back, one of his thighs pressed to the arm of the couch. Once he was comfortable, he gave you an expecting look, wordlessly inviting you to cuddle up to him.

You didn't hesitate, scooting closer and moving the blanket so it was covering both your lower halves. You laid against his side, feeling his arm wrap around you. Both your legs hung off the couch, feet planted on the floor and your eyes landing on the TV.

The movie started out with one of those shorter clips they play in the beginning to get you interested, a pretty blonde girl innocently getting ready for bed. She's texting her boyfriend, brushing her teeth, getting changed.. perfectly mundane activities, unaware of her unfortunate future. Soon she's screaming and crying, getting chased down and brutally attacked by the antagonist. It's a classic opening, which you knew Charlie would appreciate.

Charlie was, of course, glued to the scene. He was watching with a small smile as it continued it's chorus of screams and metallic slashing, flashes of red reflecting in his eyes when the blood started flowing. He was absolutely enamored, and it had barely started.

When the movie cut out of the opening scene and started introducing the main characters, he took the time to look down at you. You were paying close attention to the film, the lights from the screen bouncing across your features fluidly. He bit his lower lip, his eyes raking down your figure slowly.

He could see down your shirt from the upward angle he was at, the sight making him fight back an eager smile. He glanced down to get an eyeful of those thighs he loved so much, sighing quietly when he remembered the blanket. It covered your legs, blocking his view.

You peeked up at him when he sighed, noticing he was more focused on you than the movie. He met your gaze, giving you a sheepish smile when you caught him staring. You just smiled back, shaking your head a bit and getting closer to him before looking at the TV again. It wasn't unusual to catch him staring, but it never failed to make you feel flattered.

He watched the movie with you for a while, and while he was interested, he just couldn't focus with you so close. He could feel how warm you were, even through the fabric of his clothes. After a few more minutes, he couldn't help himself anymore, moving his arm from around your shoulder downwards. You didn't think much of it when he settled his hand on your thigh, still looking forward. He squeezed gently, fingers pressing into the soft, warm flesh. His eyes stayed pinned on the screen, not wanting to miss the upcoming scene as he moved.

You started to squirm a little when his hand slipped upward, closer to the space between your legs. You turned to look at him, leaning up a little so only he could hear you.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, glancing at the others to make sure they didn't hear you. He shrugged, giving you a mock confused look. "I'm watching the movie," he answered innocently, turning his attention back to the screen. Kirby turned when she heard you chattering, briefly looking between the two of you before ignoring it.

You realized you were too close to the group to make any noise, your face starting to feel hot as you tried to stay focused. A gruesome scene was taking place on the TV, which of course, had almost all Charlie's attention.

Almost.

His hand moved higher up until his fingertips were brushing over the waistband of your pajama shorts, a shiver rolling up your spine at the warmth of his skin on yours. All you could do was try to control your breathing, your underwear getting more and more damp, soaking with your arousal.

He pushed his hand into your shorts, feeling how wet you were through the ruined underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath, catching Kirby's attention yet again.

"You alright?" she asked, and suddenly everyone's eyes were on you. Your face became hot, your lips parting as you tried to think of something to say. She looked a little confused, probably concerned about how flustered you looked.

"Yes.. yeah! Yeah, this movie's just giving me the heebie jeebies," you lied, earning a little smile from her. "I know, right? It's way better than I thought it'd be," she commented, and you weakly returned the smile. Your head fell back when she looked away, thanking whatever high power there was for keeping her oblivious to what you were doing.

Charlie kept you close, his free hand reaching under the blanket to force your legs apart. You bit back a whine, forgetting about the movie and turning to look up at him. He didn't return the look, watching the movie like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

He started rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit, shushing you quietly when you gasped. Nobody noticed that time, focused on the movie. You gripped onto his forearm, hips involuntarily bucking forward against his hand before stilling again, your palms sweaty and you breathing uneven.

You tried your hardest to focus, but it was impossible. All you knew was two characters on screen had been having a heart to heart or something, when they started kissing deeply, clawing at eachothers shirts and panting heavily. From the music and the way it was shot, you knew damn well what was about to happen.

Sure enough, things started escalating quick, and before you could really process it, it cut to a sex scene between the two. That actually held your gaze, and the coincidence would have been funny if you weren't internally battling your unbearable urge to beg for more from your resolute boyfriend.

Robbie whistled lowly when the girls tits were shown on screen, winning a smack on the back of the head from one of the girls, though you weren't paying much attention anymore. Charlie, however, watched with focus, thinking about the two of you in their position. He was working himself up, impatient with his own agonizing pace. He moved his hand, finally shoving it into your underwear after what felt like ages. He groaned under his breath, masking it with a weak cough.

He leaned his head down a bit, putting his lips close to your ear and making sure only you could hear him. To an outsider, it just looked like you guys were cuddling, the blanket concealing what was really happening to you. He quietly hummed in contemplation, teasing your soaked entrance with his index finger.

"Right here?" he asked lowly, though he already knew the answer. You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his arm and your heart pounding. It was so surreal that he was actually doing this to you, right where any of your friends could catch you.

Thank god he had the TV up pretty loud, because if he hadn't, there was no way anyone would mistake the wet sound of him finally pushing his finger into your needy cunt. You were biting your lip so hard that you thought you would bleed, your other hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He felt a sense of accomplishment, holding you close to him and leaning down. He kissed the top of your head, mumbling a quiet 'I know' before focusing on yet another gorey scene.

"Dude, the blood looks so real," Robbie said, and Charlie nodded, casual as can be. "Yeah it does, I told you it was gonna be good," he replied. He turned his head down to you, giving you a teasing smile. "You like it so far?" he asked, and you could only nod, trying not make any sound. You knew if you tried to speak, it would just come out all wrong. However, you actually did take the time to acknowledge the scene he was so into.

The way it looked was extremely disturbing, but well shot. He watched carefully, starting to pump his finger in and out of you simultaneously. You took deep breaths, your forehead starting to sweat a little as you got more and more worked up.

His thumb began working circles on your clit, middle finger joining his index. An unexpected whimper slipped from your lips, and Charlie's fingers paused, fear shooting though you. You cursed mentally, realizing you definitely weren't quiet this time. Some girl who's name you didn't quite remember turned this time, locking eyes with you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird," she asked, annoyance tinting her voice. You felt embarrassed, but you weren't the one to answer her.

"Chill out, I accidentally pulled their hair. Just watch the movie," Charlie replied, upset by the interruption. She paused, before scoffing and turning her attention back to the TV. His reaction only turned you on more, you loved when he got all defensive for you. You leaned up when nobody was minding you anymore, pressing an appreciative kiss to his jaw. He smiled lazily, pushing his fingers back in when he was sure you guys were in the clear. You promised yourself you wouldn't get caught again, unsure how you'd be able to get out of it a third time.

The pleasure was all-consuming, leaving you completely breathless as he worked on you. His fingers were coated with your slick, yet still giving you enough friction to drive you nuts. Your stomach fluttered when he pushed them deeper, the length of his fingers never failing to make you squirm.

He was going faster now, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit and his fingers occasionally curling. You tried your best to stay quiet, which didn't go unnoticed by Charlie. He would make sure to reward you later that night for being so good, but for now he just wanted to get you to your release.

Your eyes were watering from frustration, unable to move around or say anything as he fingerfucked you under the blanket. You could faintly hear the lewd, wet noises, but with all the grotesque sounds coming out of the TV's speakers, you were sure it would be fine. Through all of it, Charlie stayed pretty much caught up with the movie, multitasking extremely well.. considering what he was doing. You, however, had no clue what it was about so far, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his fingers.

Your walls started clenching around his fingers, your legs shaky slightly and your eyes fluttering shut. Charlie could tell you were getting closer and closer, but he didn't stop, keeping you close against him and leaning down to speak quietly to you one last time.

"Come on, cum for me," he whispered, barely audible. You held onto his forearm for dear life, your other hand grasping desperately at his leg as the burning knot in your stomach snapped, hurling you over the edge. It all came down on you at once, the sweet, perfect pleasure multiplying rapidly as you shook in his grasp. He held you tight, pulling his attention from the movie to help you ride it out. He used his free hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head up and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

You shuddered when it was over, still kissing him deeply as he pumped his fingers a few more times. He pulled back, an excited grin on his face when he met your tired gaze. You watched as he pulled his hand out of your pants and up to his mouth, pushing them past his lips. He was as quiet as he could be, cleaning them off. He had to fight back a satisfied hum, just settling back in like nothing ever happened.

He held you close for the rest of the movie, letting you lay your head in his lap and rubbing your back affectionately. He didn't say anything else for the duration of the film, silently planning what he was gonna do to you when everyone else left.

**

A/N: in my charlie era tbh. i have so many requests for him, i love it 😭. this one's kinda rushed, and honestly it felt weird to not write more dialogue, but i was still so excited to write this :)! hope you enjoyed <3. (not proofread yet).

[sarawritestories]

You Have an Ending

H.R. Wells x Fem Curvy Reader (platonic)

A/N: Read the whole story. I have left a surprise at the end. Story is inspired by real-life interaction. With a note to my fellow writers!

Summary: Reader goes to a book sigining for H.R. and gets an opportunity to share how inspiring his work is

Content Warning: Wholesome interaction, slight awkwardness, inspired by a real conversation revealed at the end

Tags: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus @hunterharrisonsavitar

Standing in line with her two best friends, Y//N was electric with nerves. She had been operating on adrenaline throughout the day. When her friend told her who would be at the Writers convention. H.R. Wells, an author she had loved since he made his debut.

His rich storytelling, of crime fighting, falling in love, and the idea of family being more than blood was the perfect formula for Y/N to become a fan. It was around her 3rd reread of his debut novel that a story began formulating in her own head.

What started out as a small romance story turned into a 3 book series and characters, and suddenly, Y/N began to write and plot.

So waiting in line waiting to meet the man that was the source inspiration and having the opportunity to thank him for that was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. In a flash, she was at the front of the line where a kind older woman gave her a warm smile. "Do you want one book or the box set? And would you like it personalized?"

She smiled and picked up the debut novel, "Just the one is fine," Y/N responded, butterflies twirling in her stomach.

"I thought you wanted the box set?" Y/N's best friend retorted.

Y/N shrugged, "I changed my mind, not a big deal."

The lady at the counter shrugged the friendly grin, never leaving her lips, "He does something special with the boxset." She leans in as the trio leans in as well."He will open the boxset, sign every book, and sign the box 5 times.

Y/N's two best friends both gave her a knowing look, and with a sheepish smile, she replied, "Anyway, I can switch it out?" The woman nodded and swapped out the books, and in a brief moment, her eyes met with the infamous baby blues of H.R. Wells.

The woman whispered in his ear, and he smiled a genuine big grin and held out his hand, "Y/N, it's lovely to meet you." Y/N takes his hand and shakes it. Looking at the box set, he continues, "Did you know this is my favorite to sign? Want to guess why?"

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he smiled at her, "Could it be that you sign it five times."

He grabs his marker with dramatic flair, "You are absolutely correct."

As he begins signing the books, Y/N takes a deep breath. "I am a huge fan of your work, and if it wasn't for you and your amazing depiction of characters. I may not have been so inspired to start writing my own novel."

The author paused and looked back into her eyes, his face unreadable for a brief moment, causing the nerves to ricochet in her body. Only to be melted away but a warm large grin forming and his eyes twinkling. "Thank you, That is the highest compliement." He pushes the box set towards me. "How far along are you in the process?" The enthusiasm radiating off him.

Y/N scratched the back of her neck, "Bare bones, really. A rough first draft with only brief scenes."

H.R. waved his hand, "That's alright."

Y/N continued, "I do have the ending, though."

He smiled again, pressing a hand over his heart, and Y/N was truly enamored with him and with even more enthusiasm, "You have an ending!"

Y/N nodded and feeding off his electric energy, "I have an ending."

H.R. walked around the table and gave her a tight embrace, as she took in the cedar scent of his cologne and the lingering scent of coffee. "I look forward to reading your story one day." He whispered in her ear, and Y/N nearly swooned.

The pair separated and H.R. grabbed her books and handed them to her. "Bye, Y/N."

Y/N smiled and waved as she left her heart full and inspiration to write coursing through her veins.

A/N: Fin! I HOPE you liked this. As promised, this was based on my interaction of meeting Tom Cavanagh, just told in a more suitable world for H.R. though i added the hug because our java loving author would 100% hug an aspiring author. I am writing a story that was wholey inspired by SnoWells, and just being able to share that with Tom was special, and I wanted to share. Along with this:

To all my fellow writers. KEEP GOING! I'M CHEERING YOU ON ❤️

XoXo Sara

[turtletaubwrites]

i’ve been LIVING for your we all got needs series !!! if possible, i’d like to request a little blurb of when zoro and sanji have sex with other people and the readers reaction (for ex nami or robin ) TYSM!!!

Hi, thank you so much! 🥰 I've got plans in the works, so these blurbs won't fit in the story timeline, but I hope you enjoy them!

Everything's Fine ~ Part 1

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader & Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 787

Summary: You've been seeing both Zoro and Sanji for awhile now, and now they'd each like to see one of your friends. How well do you handle sharing your boys?

Rating/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Cigarettes, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: These blurbs are from the We've All Got Needs series (sometime after part 9), however won't fit in that story because I've got other plans. I hope you enjoy these, and the drama coming up in future installments!

Sanji Asks Permission

Sanji pulled you aside after dinner.

“It’s not your night, waiter.”

“It’ll just be a moment, Marimo.”

Sanji’s eyes met yours, but quickly looked away. He was blinking too quickly, and your brows furrowed.

“It’s okay, Zoro. I'll meet you in a minute.”

Your swordsman gave a disgruntled huff, but left you in the galley with your cook. 

Following him to the table, you saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Sanji, what’s wrong?”

You’d gripped his hand, suddenly concerned. He squeezed your hand in both of his on the table, and they were clammy.

“Sanji-”

“Everything’s okay, darling. I just…”

His voice was strained, his face turning bright red when he met your eyes.

“Please, Sanji, you’re starting to scare me.”

He pulled his hands away, almost fumbling to light a cigarette. 

“Nami and I- We discussed making an arrangement of our own.”

His wide eyes stared into yours, and you caught yourself before laughing.

“Fuck, Sanji, you had me worried!”

“Oh, I- uh…”

The reality of it sank in then, and you thought of your friend, and of Sanji who had become your cook. You knew how much Sanji had been enamored with the orange haired navigator, and you were hit with the stinging fear that you would lose this beautiful man to your beautiful friend. 

You let yourself breathe deep, the scent of his cigarettes keeping you in the moment. 

“I want you to be happy, Sanji.”

His face burned red again, and you fought not to giggle.

“Let’s just keep talking. If you guys start seeing each other regularly or seriously, then we can all figure out boundaries okay?”

“O-Of course, darling!”

Before he floated into the air, you patted his hand. 

“To be honest, Sanji, I am nervous.”

He looked almost shattered then, and you hurried to reassure him.

“I’m just nervous because I love being with you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Angel, I could never leave you. You mean the world to me.”

Tears had pricked the corners of your eyes at your confession, and he snuffed out his cigarette and rushed to cradle your face in his hands. 

“Darling, Y/N. Please, if you’re not comfortable wi-”

“No Sanji, it’s okay. I think I’ve just gotten so used to being spoiled.”

You gave him a watery smile, already feeling more at ease. Feeling connected with his hands on your skin, and his sweet words soothing you. 

“Beautiful, you know I will never tire of spoiling you.”

And you believed him.

Zoro Asks Permission

Zoro had followed you out on deck after lunch, and stood awkwardly while you leaned on the railing, enjoying the fresh air. 

“Are you on guard duty or something?”

He coughed, shifting his weight, looking sheepish. 

“What’s going on?”

“I…”

You raised your eyebrows, wondering if you should start to worry. 

Zoro took a deep breath, and then quickly forced words out of his mouth as if trying to get rid of them. 

“I want to ask Robin if she wants to sleep with me. As long as you’re okay with it, Needy.”

You were too impressed that Zoro managed to tell you his feelings to realize what it meant. 

Then you nodded slowly, letting the idea wash through your head.

My Zoro. And my Robin.  

He was staring at you like he was expecting you to fall over or something. 

“I…I am okay with it. I think I just need a little bit to get used to the idea. Is that okay?”

He smirked before pulling you into his arms, rubbing a hand along your spine. 

“Of course it is. Needy.”

You squirmed against him, trying to push away to stick your tongue out at him, but he crushed you against him until you were gasping with laughter.

He sat you down with your back against the rough wood of the railing, and trailed his fingers along your face, shoulders, and arms. 

“You know you’ll always be my Needy girl.”

And you believed him. 

The Morning After

The morning after their first time together, you felt like a piece of shit. You’d been literally spoiled with both Sanji and Zoro hanging all over you at every meal, and you caught yourself feeling jealous that your friend would be taking some of that away from you. You pinched your thigh, trying to get out of that spiral. 

Stop it! I love them all! We are all family on this ship. I’m not losing them. I’m seeing them have more joy and love in their hearts. And that makes me happy.

And you believed yourself. 

You were all human, and it was still going to talk a lot of talking, and a lot of work. 

But it was worth it.

Thank You For Reading! 💜

Part 2: Everything's Fine.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Literally obsessed over Stone X Mechanic!Reader, can you write more?

Of course I can! I love making you guys as obsessed with Stone as I am. I made Mechanic!Reader live in Stone's subdivision because I wanted them to meet outside of the auto shop and this felt like the most natural way to me.

Stone was jogging in his subdivision, having previously been running but he had slowed down to a jog. It was around four in the morning, Stone still on military time hence why he was out for a morning run at this ungodly hour.

But surprisingly, he wasn't the only one awake and outside. As he jogged, he saw you. It was the first time he saw your tall and burly figure outside of work, the first time he hadn't seen you with grease smeared on your cheeks. It was a bit of a shame, but at least you were sweaty. Stone could work with that.

"Hey, Stone," you said as you stopped next to him, your house down the sidewalk in the direction you had been coming home. You kept your legs in a sort of running motion, keeping your heart rate up. "Didn't know you'd be out here this morning."

Stone was too busy eyeing your sweat-laden muscles, his mouth watering as it always when he was around you. "You know my nickname?" he asked, his cold voice wavering with confusion when he realized you called him by his callsign.

You nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, it's in your customer file in the auto shop. I know it because I had to look at the file during the time your Jeep had broken down to see what the shop had worked on the time before," you explained to him.

"Oh." Stone's brown eyes went downwards, looking at your workout outfit and how your muscles and fat were accentuated from it. He thought you were so physically attractive and your personality was also attractive. "I didn't know any civilian woke up this early."

"Yeah, well I'm sure some people wake up this early when they have to drive to a job that's far away," you said, looking around at the houses that surrounded you two. "As for me, I got used to the habit for when I used to be in the Marines. I was a mechanic there too."

Stone seemed to brighten up at that, as much as a man who hid his emotions could do so. He had yet to meet a veteran in town. "I'm in Fleet Marine Force, a Corpsman."

You chuckled. "That makes sense. You have the build for it." You then shifted to turn in the direction Stone was facing. "Say, how about we both jog together? Unless you'd like to continue jogging alone, I'd understand that."

"No, we can jog together. Just... I might not talk a lot," Stone murmured in response, sounding almost sheepish.

"It's okay, Stone." You smiled and placed a hand on his sweaty arm, touching his scars with your calloused, larger hand. "Silence can be nice, with people that we enjoy spending time with."

Stone's mind raced at your words. Did you like spending time with him? Is that what you were saying?

He grunted in response, managing to maintain his cold and stoic demeanor.

You're cold and stoic, Stone. Can't let anyone in so easily. Not even a hot man.

You two started jogging, side by side. Stone barely seemed to be breathing heavy, though you figured he had to have a lot of stamina due to his job. But you on the other hand, you were starting to feel the jog wear down on you. Still, you managed to jog for four miles before having to head back. Stone decided he was stopping too, so he jogged you back to your house.

"Thanks for joining me," you said as you stopped at your house, panting. You walked onto the driveway, Stone staying on the sidewalk. "Maybe we can do this again?"

Stone's first instinct was to say no, to put distance between the two of you. He was already attached—enamored—with you. But he found himself wanting to cave into it, to fall in love with you. What good was life if he didn't allow himself to feel?

"Yeah, we can do this again," he said after a while. His heart swelled in his chest when you smiled at his response.

He watched you go into your house before he turned and jogged down the sidewalk. On the jog home, he kept thinking about you and he was hoping he was making the right decision by letting himself fall in love with you.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[ghostchems]

Since I can anon any time and all the time, Papa head canons for their love interest confessing they love them? Bonus points for early relationship vs. late relationship <3

P.S. I love your writing

primo

he can sense the anxiety on you and remains as calm and patient as possible as you tell him your feelings

he has been completely enamored with you so hearing you confess your love to him puts him on cloud nine

he would take you by the hands and press them in his chest, calling you his flower and that he loves you too

he would hold your hand, gently caressing the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes

for later on in the relationship, he is spending the day in his garden, tending to the plants while you observe him

you end up blurting it out, an overwhelming feeling of love coming over you as you watched him care for his plants just as how he cares for you

he has to stop what he’s doing and come over to you, cupping your face in his large hands before giving you a gentle kiss

secondo

he looks mad and you almost immediately regret confessing your love to him

you try to say something but he shushes you, his brows furrowing as he searches your face

“you are sure about this? you truly mean it?” he’s in disbelief that someone could love a lonely man such as himself, even though he has had his eye on you for quite some time

when you quietly tell him you are sure, he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you into his chest. he doesn’t say he loves you too but you know he is showing you he does

later on in the relationship, he is grumbling about something to himself and you just watch him angrily collect his things and you find yourself smiling like an idiot.

he notices and asks “what is it, do you enjoy seeing me like this, huh” and you just give a small giggle before telling him you love him

he stares at you blankly for a moment and then gives you a sheepish grin. it still never gets old to him.

terzo

his eye contact is so intense as you are stuttering out your feelings

you aren’t able to finish what you’re saying before he’s kissing you, his fingers running through you are and he pulls you impossibly close. the kiss is desperate, like he can’t get enough of you. when he pulls away, you’re breathless and dazed but with a smile

he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, panting softy between telling you just how much he’s loved you

for later on in the relationship, the two of you are tangled up in bed after a long night

you wake up before him and maneuver yourself so that you can watch him sleep. he looks so peaceful.

he slowly opens his eyes and gives you a sleepy smile. he lazily wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you tell him you love him

A low purr rumbles in his chest and he buries face in the crook of your neck, murmuring sleepily sweet nothings

copia

oh he is anxious. you told him you wanted to talk to him and now he’s here in front of you, fidgeting with his hands

when he starts to understand what you’re telling him, his eyes go wide and he starts blushing furiously

he moves in close to you, a trembling hand drifting up and down your arm. he tells you he loves and he asks for permission to kiss you (you say yes, of course)

it’s awkward at first, with the two of you trying to figure out how you fit together

but when you finally melt together, it’s never felt so right. the kiss is soft and warm, lasting only a moment but is more than enough

later on in the relationship, he always confesses his love before you, practically doing it every day

[kuzusushi]

SWEET NOTHING

happy birthday to the biggest babygirl of genshin. hopefully this wasn't too ooc.

"love..?"

sunlight peered through the window, its bright glare obstructed by the translucent blinds that swayed along with the morning breeze. birds chirped a chipper tune as they flew about, ready to start their day.

yet kunikuzushi finds himself lulled to slumber, yearning for your warmth which had encapsulated his form the night prior, hands sweeping over your side of the bed searching for your form, which had already gone a little cold due to your absence.

rubbing his groggy eyes with a groan, he stretches a bit, swaddling himself with your blanket as he pads over to the kitchen—his little voyage through your tiny cottage in hopes of dragging you back to bed with him.

"love, i'm fucking cold, come back to bed." he whines, wrapping your blanket tighter on his form as he follows the lovely scent of food that wafts from the kitchen. there amidst the chaos of the clinking pots and pans you stand, humming as you dust your hands on your apron, seemingly unaware of your lover's presence.

kunikuzushi couldn't find it in himself to complain—no. not when it feels so domestic and comforting like this. he leans against the doorframe as he watches you in awe, complete adoration swimming in his indigo orbs as he stares, absolutely enamored by you, a small grin settling upon his features.

it's funny really. never in a million years would kunikuzushi have thought that such a day like this would come. in the past, you were at each other's throats, scorching words and scathing gazes burning into one another in hopes of burning one another alive amidst the echoes of your weapons clanking against one another, drawing out a twisted symphony from your battle.

almost like fate was mocking you both, it had decided to bring you both together in more circumstances than one, allowing you both to discover each other's vulnerabilities, characteristics, things you relished—and you both fell for one another. perhaps kunikuzushi would have to thank the stars another time for intertwining you both together.

"kuni? oh! you're awake!" comes your sheepish chuckle, eyes flitting to his adorable form to the surprise you have been working on nervously before meeting his gaze.

"i had planned to surprise you today—you know, since it's your birthday and all..but if you wish to go back to bed then that's fine! i'll just finish this up and-"

"i'm not going back to bed without you," kunikuzushi says flatly, attempting to saunter smoothly to your side (which to you looked like he was waddling due to the blanket that almost swallowed his form) as he gives you a pointed look. "its cold."

despite his sharp tone, his gaze softens as he peers over your shoulder to take a glimpse of what you had been working on the whole morning: tandori chicken, fish with cream sauce and two bowls of steaming rice. he also notices the small pot of tea on the side, the scent of green tea providing a sense of comfort to his senses.

"like what you see?" you tease, setting the plates of food on the table as you gesture for him to have a seat, turning to fetch the two bowls of rice and the pot of tea.

kunikuzushi huffs at that, sitting down as he waits for you to sit down, courteously thanking you for the food as he takes a bit of everything, placing it on your bowl before doing the same for his.

brunch passes by comfortably, filled with lighthearted teasing and occasional snarky comments thrown about—despite such atmosphere, kunikuzushi couldn't help but notice your antsy stance as you both head over to your shared bedroom.

"go on. spit it out. you know nothing good happens when you choose to stay hesitant about something." he states, as he fluffs out your pillows. he hears some shuffling as he chuckles teasingly, "you know, if you wanted to kiss me so bad then-"

his eyes meet your form, so meek and shy as your hands stretch out to hand him a notebook. you look absolutely adorable, and he couldn't help but gaze at you adoringly. snapping out of his trance, he stutters, unsure of what to do with it, hoping for an explanation as he tries to articulate and recompose himself.

"ah- this...i...i just think it's best if you open it yourself, dear." you mumble shyly, handing over your present as you fidget about. kunikuzushi opens it and much to his surprise, every page he flips through are filled with letters addressed to him. some date back to when you first discovered your not-so-secret crush on him, your first kiss and even your first anniversary together as a married couple.

his heart softens at this and without a thought, he captures your lips with his, intertwining your fingers with his as he parts away, placing a small peck on your ring finger.

"thank you, really."

honestly, the years with the lack of companionship left kunikuzushi completely desolate about his birthday, seeing it as a cruel reminder of yet another year of loneliness and anguish—yet he allows himself to become greedy with you.

so kunikuzushi allows himself to chase you lips once more, the sweetness of your lips replacing the bitter feeling he's forced himself to be accustomed to.

birthdays are no longer a painful reminder—rather, they are celebrations of yet another year with his beloved; with you.

[droughtofapathy]

oceansmiller from ao3 here, since you're entertaining fic ideas and you know how I feel about your recent Julia stories....

I would love to see more judith/avis! or frankly more avis/nora since now that you've created her I'm obsessed lol. but I'm still a wreck from the judith/avis post-blanche's d*ath fic you published a while back, and am enamored with the idea of avis/judith as an *occasional* but nonetheless entirely delicious concept...

a night together in paris perhaps? or maybe judith comes knocking on avis's door with a bottle of "I hate men for what they did to you" wine after stanley cheats on her, and well... you can imagine what that might lead to...

just food for thought! if you happen to need or want any :)

So, uh, about that...

The front door swung open to reveal one of the last people Avis would have expected. Wearing a sheepish smile, Judith Jones held up a bottle of wine in each fist. “I didn’t know if you had a preference, so I just brought a red and a white,” she said. Spotting the big rubber gloves Avis sported, she faltered. “Sorry. Bad time? I should have called first.” Avis looked down at herself with a wince. She shucked off the gloves and held them just out of sight behind the door. She couldn’t do anything about the worn apron or fraying kerchief on her head, but she had a right to dress down in her own house, thank you very much. If Judith took offense to dungarees and house slippers, that was her problem. “If I don’t take my rage out on every tile and toilet in this house, I’m going to do something libel to put a few more felonies on my record,” she said by way of explanation. “Now, don’t take this the wrong way but what are you doing here?.” “More felonies?” Judith repeated, blinkingly owlishly. Avis waved her concern away. She eyed the bottle of Zinfandel with interest. “French?” “The liquor store in town,” Judith said with an apologetic sigh. “Best they had. I, uh, I heard what happened with you and your—well, whatever his name is—and I thought I’d come over to offer a sympathetic ear, but if you’re too busy, I’m happy to just leave these with you.” “Fuck the toilets. Get in here with those.”

Saw this ask about fifteen minutes ago, and well, here we are. I have no idea how long this will end up spinning into (knowing me...well...let's hedge our bets here), but thank you for the inspiration. I am ready, willing, and able to write about Avis and Judith getting tipsy and having sex for the fun of it.

As for Nora and Avis, well, I actually have some plans for them too that I came up with earlier today. That one's going to explore the ups and downs of aging (specifically the aches and pains of getting old - inspired by the dismal state of my hips and other joints right now) and still having enjoyable sex with realistic accommodations and limitations. No more kitchen countertop sex for these old broads. Beds with proper support only.

[professionallydeadinside]

First fanfic sentence:

"There's gotta be a better way than what you're doing."

"There's gotta be a better way than what you're doing."

“Well, if you’ve got any other ideas feel free to fucking tell me.”

“I don’t but I feel like trying to get your little boy crush’s address by tracking him isn’t something a sane man would do.”

Tangerine looked up from his phone with an angered look. He knew his brother was right but like hell he was going to admit that.

This entire debacle was the result of what Tangerine considered quick thinking on his part. When he’d run into the unlucky assassin again he’d stuck a tracker on him in hopes of getting a feel of where he frequented. Originally, he claimed it was strictly for revenge. But four hours later he was still fawning over the red dot.

“I can assure you this is for murdering purposes.”

“I don’t believe that for a bloody second.”

With a silent intensity, they stared at each other, seeing which would break first. Tangerine, like always, relented to tell the truth.

“Alright, fine! I’m trying to get his goddamn schedule so I can ‘bump’ into him.”

“You could just…ask him? He probably wouldn’t say no.” Tangerine rolled his eyes.

“Yeah? Ask the assassin where he lives after I tried gouging his eyes out with chopsticks? Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to give it.”

Shrugging, Lemon halfheartedly looked at the blinking red light Tangerine had labeled: 🐞. Lemon tossed back the phone.

“And where is your lover boy now?”

“I’ll have to know he’s right-“

“Hey Tang!”

Tangerine yelped, nearly jumping out of his own skin as he turned to see the object of his affection standing right behind him, the same goofy smile he always had plastered on his face. He stared at him and then immediately back at his phone, seeing the red dot stuck halfway across town.

“Ohhh so you were the one tracking me! Figured someone worse was doing it and stuck the bug on a trashcan. Sorry about that.” Ladybug said with a sheepish grin.

Tangerine tried to come up with a coherent sentence. He quickly found all of the blood rushing to his face wasn’t going to help him. Thankfully, or maybe not, Lemon cut him off.

“Hey Bug? Tang over here was wondering what your address was, wanted to pay you a visit.”

Ladybug laughed. To Tangerine’s dismay he found himself quite enamored with the noise.

“My address? Well considering you’re a wetworker who I nearly killed I don’t really feel comfortable giving that out-“

‘Of course he doesn’t. Why the hell would he? Damn Lemon doesn’t know what he’s on about-‘

“-but I’ll give you my number! So if you really wanna see me again we can just set up a meeting!”

Truthfully, Tangerine didn’t remember the rest of the conversation he had with Ladybug considering the blood in his head and locked knees caused him to literally collapse.

He did vividly remember how Lemon laughed as he hit the ground though.

‘Fucking bastard.’

[feyhunter78]

Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea (2/?)

Description: Aemond and Helaena reflect on the party, and their newly developing feelings for the mysterious strangers from the sea.

Aemond was furious, he was confused, he was insulted, and he was enamored. Truly and completely enamored. Alyra Hawthorne had not only managed to win his heart in a matter of hours, but she also robbed, and knocked him out cold. He had to have her, no one but that—temptress, that sweet voiced, golden eyed woman who stole his heart with a single line of flattery would he accept at his side.

His sister wasn’t fairing much better, she sat at her window, and sighed, drawing the portrait of a man over and over again.

“Do you know this man, or is he one of your book characters?” He asked, leaning over to see what she was drawing.

Helaena snapped her sketchbook closed. “That is none of your business, brother, have you made any progress on finding your future bride?”

Aemond sat beside her with a groan. “The Hawthorne family owned a small perfumery, that went up in flames seven years ago, consuming their family home. Her father and brother died in the flames, but Lady Alyra and her mother were declared missing. No one has heard from either of them since the fire.”

“Incorrect.” Came their grandfather’s voice, followed by the heavy thud of papers landing.

Aemond pulled the top sheet. “Jacaerys Targaryen, wanted for piracy, theft, arson, murder, bootlegging, and a long list of other crimes. What does this have to do with Lady Alyra?”

Otto cleared his throat and pointed to the next wanted poster.

There staring back at Aemond sketched in black ink was Alyra. The artist gave her a roguish smile, her eyes gazing out at him, and her crimes were listed out the same as Jacaerys’.

“You desire to marry a criminal, a filthy pirate.” Otto snapped, tapping Alyra’s picture harshly.

Helaena had the poster for Jacaerys in her hands, and the light left her eyes as she scanned it.

“Clearly, I had no knowledge of her crimes until now.” Aemond said, his eye tracing her features, lingering on her lips. They were so soft against his, and the scent of her, honeysuckle, and lavender, overwhelmed his senses. He’d been able to hang onto one of her gloves and kept it tucked away in his desk drawer.

She was a pirate? His sweet girl, who danced with him, who kissed him with such passion? The woman who stole his signet ring, obviously issuing a challenge to him. To come and find her, to claim her as his own.

Helaena took the poster up to her room and sat on her bed, staring at it. This was her love, the man in her dreams. Could she have seen his portrait before? No, he’d aged as she had, unless… She hated when she had her visions, they left her weak and unsteady, but her mother thought that perhaps they were signs of greater power.

She pulled out her sketchbook and compared the drawings, a perfect match. Except that she had added the freckles across his nose, and the way the corners of his lips would quirk up whenever he saw her. She traced his features with her fingertips, at least she had a name for him, the dreams were odd like that, whenever he tried to tell her his name the sound would be muffled.

“Jacaerys Targaryen, scourge of the seas.” She whispered, trying to imagine the kind man she’d come to know as a cold-blooded killer. Her mind couldn’t do it, instead she was reminded of all the times he held her as she cried or told her about his family.

She tucked the poster into her sketchbook and began to get ready for bed.

She was on a beach, a secluded one, tucked into a cove he’d told her. He sat waiting for her in their normal spot, under the shade of the palm trees.

“My flower.” He called to her, standing, and brushing the sand from his pants, and starting towards her.

“You’re a pirate.” She said, remaining firmly in place even as he reached for her.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you say that?”

“My grandfather brought your wanted poster in, along with Lady Alyra’s.”

Jacaerys gave her a sheepish smile. “My apologies for Alyra’s behavior, but she’s not going to give your brother’s ring back.”

Helaena shook her head. “How could you keep such a secret from me? How could you not tell me you were real?”

“My sweet flower, I never denied being flesh and bone, you refused to believe me.” He took her hands in his and pressed quick kisses to her knuckles. “I did not tell you that I was a pirate because I didn’t believe it mattered, I enjoyed being able to be your love. Not Captain Jacaerys, the heir, the scourge of the seas.”

Helaena melted as his lips brushed over her skin, bringing to mind their passionate embrace only a week ago. “How will we ever meet now? My family will never let me meet with a pirate.”

Jacaerys lead her over to their spot. “I am currently working on a way to see you. It will have to wait though, my ship left Oldtown a week ago, and we’re headed to the eastern coast to pick up a shipment.” His voice was apologetic, and she let him pull her into his arms. “I’m sorry Helaena, if I had known you were in Oldtown that night I would have come and stolen you away.”

Helaena turned her head, so he couldn’t see the pink tinting her cheeks. “My brothers would hunt you down.”

Jacaerys laughed, “I’d like to see them try and catch me. The Vermax is the fastest ship on the narrow sea.”

Names and information flowed easier between them now that their names had been revealed in the waking world, it was nice, she enjoyed hearing the way his tongue curled around her name practically caressing each syllable.

“My brother intends to marry your Lady Alyra, or well he did, I’m not sure how he feels now. He truly detests pirates.”

 “I shouldn’t hold a place for him on my crew, then?” He teased, nuzzling his nose against hers.

She giggled, and shook her head, the image of Aemond on a pirate ship was a humorous one. “I do not believe he’d be very happy to even hear of that offer.”

Jacaerys’ back was against the tree, and she sat sideways in his lap, head resting against his chest. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “A pity. Luckily for me, I have his sister as a consolation prize.”

“Ah, but you do not have me, not yet.”

“I beg of you, don’t remind me; it is torture to wake up each morning without you in my arms.”

“I feel the same, I am so cold when I wake, and you are not beside me.” She lamented, intertwining their fingers. Now, knowing that he is real, that some power connects them, will make waking up each morning much harder.

“Hold out hope, Helaena, soon we shall be together.” He promised, holding their joined hands to his heart.

She's shaken awake by her mother, whose warm brown eyes are filled with regret. “Your grandfather wishes to speak with you.”

Helaena stands outside her grandfather’s office, picking at the embroidery on her sleeves.

“Come in Helaena.”

She walks in and immediately notices how distressed her grandfather looks. His eyes are sunken, his desk is disorganized, and a bottle of whiskey sits on the floor beside his desk.

“Is something amiss?”

“That Targaryen bitch has raided another one of our ships, someone must marry and boost our coffers.”

“Aegon, is of marrying age.” She suggested, fearing her grandfather’s next words.

“I’ve already decided. You will marry Lord Tobias Hawkings. He’s wealthy, his wife passed two years ago, and he has no children. He has even agreed to forget about your dowry in exchange for your arrival within the month.”

Helaena has to sit, or she fears she’ll faint. “I wish to stay here. I beg of you, do not send me away.” Tears ran down her face as she begged her grandfather not to ship her off, sending her even further away from Jacaerys.

“He is paying good money for you, Helaena; I will not have your childish emotions prevent our family from thriving.” He snapped, turning his back to her.

“I will marry the Lannister boy, I swear, I will cause no trouble, just please do not make me marry that lecher.”

She’d met Tobias Hawkings once before; he was callous and leered in a way that caused even Aegon to step in between them. Now that was the man who’d bought her like cattle at an auction. She would marry the Lannister’s son, they’d made the suggestion to Helaena’s mother the night of the party, surely it wasn’t too late now.

“It’s too late to change your mind, Helaena, they’ve already withdrawn their offer.”

She buried her face in her hands. “Please, if you have ever loved me, do not do this.”

Her grandfather stood and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It is because I love you and the rest of our family that I must do this.”

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[amethysttribble]

Earwen’s future sister-in-law hummed constantly.

From the time they started this appointment some three hours ago, any time not spent talking logistics about fabric, cuts, sleeves, and adornments was filled with Anaire’s low melody. And that was quite a bit of time. Anaire had gone through the discussion of dressmaking specifications quickly and efficiently.

The actually nipping and tucking and experimentation of making this dress was not done quickly, or even particularly efficiently. Skillfully, certainly. Throughly, absolutely. And musically.

It had taken Earwen like… an hour and a half to figure out what that melody was. After being forced to stand still as the fabric at her waist was fiddled and re-fiddled with she was pretty sure it was an entire rendition of The Dance of Vana and Orome.

Which was impressive, considering Earwen had never once listened to that opera without falling asleep halfway through. It was so long.

Anaire is patient, Earwen thought, as the lady in question painstakingly sowed a bead onto her bodice, Anaire has a good-memory.

“How do you like that, love?” Anaire asked in her light, sing-song voice, and Earwen thought, Anaire is so very sweet.

As she turned to look in the mirror, Earwen was pleased with how her wedding dress was coming along, but even more pleased with her growing observations of Ingoldo’s sister-in-law. That was why she arranged for this session, after all, all the ones before and all the ones after. Earwen wanted to have an excuse to get to know Anaire better.

Having her wedding dress made by the best seamstress in Tirion was a bonus.

“It’s beautiful, Anaire,” Earwen said, swaying a little as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Anaire made a pleased little sound from behind her, and Earwen looked at her in the mirror. Her eyes were closed, her needle-callused fingers pressed together in front of her chin, and she swayed her head a little. They made eye-contact, and Earwen saw her gaze narrow slightly.

The humming started up again as Anaire began to circle her, but it was more contemplative.

“Darling,” Anaire said, and her endearments were so endearing, they always felt like they were truly meant, “there is something you’re not telling me. The dress… I can feel how it does not sit quite right on you yet.”

Anaire finished making a full-circle, and when she reached Earwen’s front, she gently took both her hands in hers.

“You might confide in me. I want what I make for you to be perfect.”

And Earwen blushed around her emerging, sheepish grin.

Oh, goodness, Anaire is lovely, alighted in her mind, I can see why Nolofinwe is so enamored with her.

Earwen felt enamored with her earnestness, her resolve, her unbearably gentle voice. Oh, oh, she wanted to be her friend. She wanted to be liked by Anaire so badly, which was strange, because Anaire had already made her feel like she was liked.

Earwen could not have lied or obfuscated to her even if she wanted to.

“Its… the bottom half,” she said slowly, and Anaire hummed and looked down, started picking at the skirts. “They’re, well, I mean, they’re lovely. But constrictive. Very Noldor. Which is beautiful, of course, but-“

“But your are princess of the Teleri,” Anaire declared softly with absolute understanding, a small, graceful smile on her lips.

“Precisely!” Earwen chimed, grinning a feeling obnoxiously loud in contrast but far to happy to demure.

Anaire nodded. She stepped back, placing a finger to her lips and tapping and she hummed once more.

“Oh, hm. Yes, I think… My dear? I hope you’ll forgive me, but we must cut this session short. I’ve some research to do. Might we pick back up tomorrow?”

“Yes!” Earwen cried, perhaps too quickly, but Anaire just smiled wider, her eyes closing in happiness.

Their next session scheduled, Earwen skipped home, whistling one of the songs from the Dance of Vana and Orome, already planning how she would tease Ingoldo at dinner.

It was smart of you to not introduce me to Anaire before you proposed! Because, hoo boy, if I wasn’t getting married-

[whimsyeo]

pretty little thing

જ⁀➴ park seonghwa x fem!reader

❝you knew there must be another side to him. one with needs and wants and hidden desires. you couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.❞

wc; 2.4k

cw; mdni, nerd!seonghwa, college au, SMUT, first time together, established relationship, soft dom hwa, thigh riding, slight praise kink, dacryphila, unprotected sex, overuse of pet names, hwa in glasses (a warning of its own)

notes; i hope you all enjoy♡

🎧 all mine by plaza + hrs & hrs by muni long

When you first met Park Seonghwa, you hadn't thought much of him. Other than he was devastatingly beautiful, with the kind of smile you'd expect sweet woodland creatures to flock to and a soft spoken voice that matched absolutely everything else about him. His long wavy hair curling onto his reddened cheeks and big round eyes, and his perfectly color coordinated attire. The only thing that even could possibly take away from it all were the large black rimmed glasses he wore everyday. Too big for his face, really, with the way they were constantly slipping down his nose.

They were just as clumsy as the rest of his endearingly awkward demeanor. His sheepish half smiles when you complimented his outfits and stuttered apologies after accidentally bumping into you in the halls. Everything about Seonghwa was exactly that. Endearing.

So sweet your teeth physically hurt. So cute, a constant smile remained on your face even hours after your shared elective class ended. You felt yourself fall rather quickly for the shy, darling film studies major. Enamored by his ramblings about the Star Wars franchise over lunch and the animal crossing stickers decorating his laptop case.

He wasn't the type you'd normally go for, not at all. He couldn't be more different, really. Seonghwa looked like a doll in comparison to the almost rugged quality of your previous exes. Where they were rough edges and blatant arrogance, he was all kind eyes and soft lines. Tender and pure and all things good in the world.

You didn't dare let yourself believe you had him fully figured out - it was much to early to say that exactly - but you felt you had a pretty good idea. Especially after you ended up being the one to ask him out, following his many failed attempts at getting the words out for himself. Only to then end up helping him recollect the folders he had dropped in surprise at your offer as he struggled out a flustered and enthusiastic yes.

You knew there must be something more to him. Not in a bad way by any means - in the time you'd come to know Seonghwa, you'd come to trust that a bad bone didn’t exist inside his body. But more so, another side to him. One with needs and wants and hidden desires. You couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.

You caught a glimpse, eventually. On a night your dinner plans ran later than usual as you two sat under the setting sun hours after your plates had been cleared, eventually having to be run off by the workers who needed to close up shop. The night still didn't end for you two even then, and somehow you wound up in the backseat of Seonghwa's car, straddling his lap as you kissed each other with a ferocity that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Seonghwa had started it, a short staring match that led to him kissing you with a fever you hadn't expected him to possess. With it came his hands wandering the expanse of your torso, touching and squeezing like at any minute you could disappear from his grasp. You certainly don't plan on it, but after a while you do have to pull back to catch your breath.

While your chest is heaving, you catch sight of it. A certain fire in Seonghwa's eyes that wasn't there only moments ago. His gaze on you feels scolding hot as he trails his eyes over you, appearing much like a starved man ready to dive in. He doesn't, that night at least. He suggests you both turn in for the day and continue this another time. You pout, and he laughs and kisses it away, but stands by his word.

You gather that Seonghwa didn't want your first time together to be in his car, of all places, so you offer a weekend movie night as a sort of compromise. He agrees with a knowing smile.

It doesn't last long. You can't focus on whatever classic romance film Seonghwa picked out, even if any other time you would've gladly listen to his thoughts and critics about the storyline. Today, you only have one thing on your mind, and it appears Seonghwa does to.

It doesn't take very long to wind up with your pants discarded on the floor, Seonghwa's hands holding either side of your hips as you pathetically rut against the fabric of his jeans with a desperation you've never quite felt before.

He's still the same Seonghwa. Dressed to the nines even on such a causal hangout with you, although his newspaper boy hat has since been removed in your haste to run your fingers through his hair only moments ago. His same, unruly raven locks are now framing his face in a way that shouldn't be as flattering of a picture as it is.

It's the same Seonghwa, with the same oversized, black rimmed glasses currently sliding down his face. Your heart almost physically aches from wanting so bad to reach out and push them back up his nose bridge.

"Pretty baby," he coos, a feather like touch dragging along your jaw. Seonghwa loved calling you that. Pretty. "You could probably come just like this, hmm? You'd love it, too, wouldn't you?"

The movie he'd put on earlier is still running behind you. It had barley started before you found yourself in this exact position. Seonghwa's hardly even done anything, but your mind is almost drifting from you as your struggle to register his questions, and the verbal response you realize he's expecting.

"Y-yes," you manage, only to hope like hell it's enough.

No praise, just a nod, but he doesn't click his tongue either. You whine high in your throat. Barely enough.

"Show me then, pretty," he instructs so casually. "Come for me, just like this."

The demand causes a swoop in your lower stomach, lurching you embarrassingly closer to that high your so desperately chasing. You can't bring your hips to slow down, but you have to let him know what you actually want.

"But-but," you start, already feeling your eyes going damp. It should be embarrassing that Seonghwa could so easily bring you to tears without ever lifting a finger. "I want you... inside. When I cum."

Seonghwa nods slowly, his saccharine smile now seeming almost mocking, "I'll give you what you want, angel. I'm not done with you yet."

At that, it doesn't take more than a few more seconds for your hips to stutter as your climax crashes down on you. You ride out your high in slow motions that are almost entirely helped by his hold on your hips. Even as your movements stop, his doesn't, and you whimper from the sensitivity of your core against his now thoroughly soaked pants.

"Sorry," you mutter a little sadly, once you’re grounded slightly back to Earth. "About your pants."

Seonghwa laughs lowly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, "You're okay, baby. Don't apologize."

You're sure you are already red in the face, your cheeks tingling from the heat and your unsteady breathing but the way he's staring up at you certainly doesn't help your case in the slightest.

He brings one hand up to cup your face, pulling you down to meet his soft lips. The taste of his usual strawberry lip balm still remains, despite all the kissing you've done earlier in the night. You had no reason not to believe Seonghwa didn't constantly smell of fresh fruit and vanilla. A fatal combo that caused a painful twist in your chest - he was always so sweet, even like this. Bright shining eyes glazed over with a certain haze that still didn't take at all away from his usual gentle touches and adoring words.

"Lay down for me," he directs when you pull away, his soft breath fanning over your bottom lip.

Like it's your only calling, you scramble to follow his orders. Nearly falling off his lap and onto the floor entirely in your haste. He, in contrast, moves much slower. Taking his absolute time on every button of his shirt while his intense watch on you never wavers.

Before entirely undressing himself, he helps you remove your ruined panties and finishes pulling your crinkled shirt over your head. You lay bare in front of his approving gaze as he rakes up and down your figure, back to your face and back down again.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbles, his voice sounding impossibly deeper to your love stricken ears. He runs an open palm down the expanse of your side. "All mine."

You nod, so quick you're positive your hair is nothing more than a mess sprayed across the cushions. Seonghwa grins at your eagerness and rewards you by moving his hand to cup your core.

It's a light touch, hardly any pressure applied at all, but you simply can't help the moan that leaves you. From the sensitivity and the bone deep craving for his touch that you haven't felt where you truly needed it until now.

His thumb makes lazy circles of your clit as he watches your every expression with keen interest. You wonder if it shows on your face just how hard your fighting not to buck up into his touch to seek even more friction. Take what he gives you, you tell yourself. As quickly as Seonghwa could bring you pleasure, he could just as easily take it away.

He easily slips one finger into you, and a second after only a few lone pumps of his hand. You hold his stare with some difficulty as the pleasure builds, that same ball of heat beginning to build within you.

Then just like that, he takes it away. You could almost cry, but you realize what's coming.

"Please," you beg, despite knowing you don't really have to. Maybe you're just hoping to break his resolve as much as he's completely destroyed yours - make him as rushed and desperate as you feel right now.

Seonghwa shushes you softly, rubbing the inside of your thigh, "I got you, pretty."

You all but melt, trusting and believing his words with a baited breath. It still feels like forever until he's dragging the head of his cock along your folds. You squirm despite yourself, craving for absolutely anything more, and he finally gives in.

The stretch is pleasant, overwhelming in the best way possible. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he takes his absolute time. Your torn between relishing in the feeling and begging him to hurry up.

You decide on neither before he's entirely bottomed out, and he keeps himself there while you adjust to the feeling. Your mouth opening and closing with no sensible words coming to mind.

"How do you feel, pretty?" He asks, sounding completely put together and collected and everything you're not at the moment.

"Good. Full," you eventually say, the words sounding broken to even your own ears. You've never been so turned on in your life. "You can move."

He studies your expression for another passing moment, "You're sure?"

You nod, and the first sign of his resolve crumbles. His props his arms up by either side of your head as he begins fucking into you, a languid pace that you can't tell is for your sake or by his choice. You lean towards the latter, as all too soon you realize it's not enough.

"More, please," you tell him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. "Faster."

Seonghwa's gaze lifts up to study your face, a half smirk playing on his lips, "What, am I not giving my baby enough now?"

You would have never thought after your first meeting with Seonghwa that he would have such a mouth on him. That you would ever be on the receiving end of his desire, much less, or that it would look at all like this.

"Please, Hwa," you all but beg, feeling the first tear slip down your face.

Seonghwa cooes, bringing one of his hands to delicately wipe at your cheek. He looks so pleased, his own breathing even-keeled much unlike your own.

He hums in mock thought, "Okay, love. If you're sure."

Almost too quickly, Seonghwa switches to pounding into you at a surprising pace. Your jaw falls open in a cut off gasp while Seonghwa finally starts letting sounds of pleasure fall from his own mouth.

Unable to bare having him so close yet not close enough for a moment longer, you pull him down until your chests are flush against one another. Slipping your fingers through his hair, you use the newfound hold to bring your lips together messily. As if trying to match his hurry, you kiss him absolutely breathless, until his chest is heaving nearly as much as yours.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away this time, refusing to travel far and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. Already, you feel another climax building up in you, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Close," you manage between moans and gasps, his pace unforgiving and filling you up just right.

He nods against you, his free hand coming up to guide your lips to his for another brief peck, "I got you, pretty. Let go for me."

It really doesn't take much more than that. Still, Seonghwa brings his fingers down to rub at your clit, the overwhelming sensation nearly causing you to jerk away from his touch. Your high crashes down on you in mere seconds, and you imagine Seonghwa's must follow quickly suit, as a strangled groan falls from his lips in tandem above you.

You catch your breath for a moment, reeling a bit from having possibly the most intense orgasm of your life. Eventually you recognize the feeling of gentle kisses being left all over your face when two are pressed over your closed eyelids. You blink them open, coming to meet Seonghwa's glowing grin first thing.

"There's my pretty girl," he practically whispers. You feel like you could cry all over again, but now for an entirely different reason. "Was that... okay?"

The same Seonghwa, with a thoughtful crease between his brows and his glasses slipping down his face once more. This time, you don't hesitate. You bring your arm up to push the bridge up his nose, leaving your hand there to cup the side of his face. Your Seonghwa is all the same.

"Perfect, Hwa," you assure him, beaming back just as brightly. “You were perfect.”

[quickiesgirl]

Just the Two of Us - Wanda Maximoff

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Scenario Prompt: 6. “Oh, I love that sound you make.”, 8.“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/dom, Semi-Public Oral Sex, Cunnilingus

A/N: I didn't realize how long I made this, but I kinda want to make a part two. Let me know if you want to see that.

 You laid beside Wanda in her bed, watching one of her favorite sitcoms, I Love Lucy. Tony assigned you to “entertain her” just while she was confined in the compound. It was almost midnight, and both of you had agreed that you weren’t sleepy yet, and wanted to do something fun. 

“I have an idea.” Wanda gave you a naughty smile as she lifted up and turned around to face you. “And what's that?” You looked up at her and tilted your head as she settled down on her legs that were beneath her.  “How about we go skinny dipping?” 

Your eyes went big, and your heart picked up speed. For a moment, you couldn’t believe what you heard. Skinny dipping? With the girl who you’ve had the biggest crush on for months? 

“Uh- Y-yeah, sure!” You nodded, attempting to hide the redness that was spreading across your cheeks.

 “Really?” 

“Sure, I’ll go skinny dipping with you.” 

Wanda excitedly hopped off the mattress, her face beaming as she helped you up and grabbed the towels from her bathroom. 

 You followed her from behind as she led you down the compound's dimly lit halls. Your eyes scanned over her black jean shorts that rode up on her ass cheeks and revealed those gorgeous round thighs. Oh, how you do anything to have those thighs wrapped around your head. 

You were constantly catching yourself staring at her body, whether it was her tits, ass, hips, or thighs, they always seemed to be exposed when you were around, and it drove you crazy. It made you more excited just thinking about how you would see her with those clothes completely off. 

 You both stepped down the small stairs, noticing the sensors detected your movements, and trip the lights, finding yourselves in the room with windows on the ceiling and the public lap pool that the two of you would have all to yourself. 

“Hey, you don’t think anybody's gonna come down here, right?” You questioned, glancing back down towards the hall. You were mostly worried about the sake of Vision detecting that the two of you had left and gone down here. 

“Trust me, everyone's asleep, and if someone does, I’ll make sure to take care of them.” Wanda mischievously winked and slipped her hand from yours, beginning to strip her clothes one by one right in front of you. You started to do the same, throwing your clothes in a little pile beside you and placing your towel on top. 

After most of your items of clothing were removed, you glanced up, feeling your heart nearly jumping out of your chest once you saw her in some white lacy panties and a matching bra that dropped to the floor, watching her boobs spill out of the cups and nipples stiffen from the cool air. 

You quickly moved your sight away and looked down at your feet, trying your best to be respectful and not stare, but still catching little glances out of the corner of your eye. You were completely enamored and yearned to hold her breasts in either hand and tease her hardened buds. 

You slowly undid your bra as she dropped her panties to the floor. At this point, you were surprised you weren’t drooling with lust. 

Wanda gazed at you, watching you put your undergarments aside and stand beside her, fully nude, with your arms slightly covering your breasts, “Are you ready, angel?” 

“Mmh?” 

She softly smiled, noticing how sheepish you were at that moment. She pointed toward the lap pool and repeated, “Are you ready to get in the pool?” 

“Y-yeah.”  

You watched her reach out and gently pull your hand away from your chest, comfortably holding it in her warmth. You both stepped over to the concrete edge of the pool, glancing down into the water with a small smile as you gazed back at her and jumped in together. 

Your head came above the warm water, and an uncontrollable chuckle left your mouth. This was much more fun than you realized. It felt amazing to have nothing between the water and your skin, and doing something so mischievous like this was pretty exciting. 

Wanda's head popped up, and pushed her wet red hair out of her face, noticing the bright grin across your face, which made her happy to see, “Have you ever been skinny dipping before?” 

“No, I’ve never had anyone to do it with me.”

She gave a cheeky smirk, “Well, I’m glad I could be that person.” 

After swimming together, and a few splash fights. You sat on the lap pool's underwater step and watched Wanda allow the water to carry her. A faint smile across her face as she floated on her back. You crossed your legs and lightly squeezed your thighs together.

Was it wrong to be watching her like this? What if she knows that you're looking at her and it’s making her uncomfortable? Maybe she didn’t like you the same way. 

Wanda could hear your loud, racing thoughts, and she could feel your wants and desires grow larger as you continued to think. You suddenly froze, noticing Wanda sink under the water and began to swim toward you, watching the ripples move closer and closer to you until familiar hands suddenly gripped your thighs. 

Wanda slowly stood directly between your legs and positioned her knee against your bare cunt. You gulped and watched the water drip down her chest. You gazed into her green, misty eyes as she tilted her head at you, “Angel, you seem so flustered.”

Your face turned beat red, and your heart raced. You could barely get a word out at that moment, “W-well I uhm.” 

She pressed her knee against your labia, right on your clitoris, causing you to let out a soft sigh, “W-what are you doing?” 

“Helping you out.” She told you as she leaned in and attached her lips against yours, making your eyes go wide in shock. 

Your body melted against her plush lips that were so warm and sweet as they tenderly caressed yours, feeling the tip of her nose gently tickling your cheek. You closed your eyes and softly moaned, pushing further into the kiss.

Her hands cupped your hips, and her knee rocked back and forth on your clit. You raised your hand from the water and held your hand against her cheek as your lips worked against her. 

  “Fuck, your so hot-” You breathly muttered between her intoxicating lips. Your dominant hand ran up her chest, squeezing her soft breast and rolling her hard nipple between your point and middle finger. Wanda breathly whimpered from your touch, feeling her chest rise in the palm of your hand. Her pussy swelled with excitement as it became a tingling mess. 

Your lips detached from hers and began leaving wet kisses down her neck. Her head tilting to the side, giving you more access as you marked her sweet spots with visible hickeys, ones you knew you’d get to admire tomorrow.

 “I wanna eat the fuck out of that little pussy of yours-”

“Please, Y/n, do it.” 

Your hands slid down to her beautiful hips while you stood up and lifted her, setting her up on top of the dry concrete ledge. You positioned your hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, trailing your lips down those pretty thighs, leaving pretty red hickeys as you did, getting closer and closer to that beautiful core that was dripping with lust, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you, Wanda, and touched myself just to the thought of licking your sweet pussy.”

Wanda’s cunt begged for your head between her thighs and ached for your touch. Just like you, she had wanted and fantasized about this for so long that she didn’t even need much foreplay, “Please, Y/n- no teasing!” 

“Anything for you, baby girl.” You lightly smirked against her and gently pulled her lips apart, running your tongue up her slit. What you didn't know was how sensitive she was, and just as your tongue slid up against her bud, it sent an overload of sensitive waves throughout her body.

Her thighs quivered as she let out a breathy sensual moan, one that vibrated your core. You suddenly stopped in your place, directly against her clitoris, and proceeded to give it another try. 

You lightly kitten licking her clit at a fast pace. Fuck, she couldn’t handle it, her hips squirming against you, listening to her let out another little set of adorable, lustful moans. Her moaning was like music to your ears. 

 “Oh, I love that sound you make.” You smirked and moved back down, dipping your tongue inside her tight cunt, getting a sweet taste of her arousal. With more delicate movements, you slid out and gently kissed her clitoris, beginning to lightly suck on it, bringing the knots to tighten in her stomach and heat drip from her cunt. 

“Oh, fuck! Yes- yes- just like that!” She threw her head back and raised her hand from the concrete floor, tangling her fingers with your wet hair as she opened her shaky legs wider for you, feeling the heat steam off her core.

Wanda’s stomach tensed as your lapping tongue flattened and began flicking her contracting bud at a much faster pace. It became too much, “F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” 

Her thighs squeezed around your head, pussy rabidly pulsing as one of the best orgasms she's ever had washed over her body. Thick cum spilled out onto your chin and across your tongue, replenishing your taste buds with her sweet arousal once more.

Wanda's clit was throbbing between her labia which was slick and swollen, with her amazing high lingering in the background. 

Her soft gaze fell onto you as her thighs relaxed around your head. You licked your wet lips and smirked, “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

Wanda bit her lip as she gently reached down, wiping the wetness from your chin. You looked up at the dazed woman that sat before you and softly smiled, “How about we go back to your bedroom, take a nice warm shower, and relax?” 

“Yes, please.” 

-

The next morning you woke up in Wanda's room. The memories of last night flooded into your head as you curled up in the warmth of her bedsheets and rolled over to cuddle her, but sadly you didn't find her beside you. 

A few minutes later, you looked around and watched Wanda walk out of the bathroom completely naked. Her red hair was still wet from taking her morning shower.

 “Morning, stranger.” Wanda smiled.

“Good Morning, Pretty girl.” You smiled back as you eyed her body and the little hickeys that covered her inner thighs and across her neck. She warmly blushed, stepping to your side of the bed, crawling up, and straddling your stomach between her thighs. She leaned down and gave you a morning kiss. “I’m gonna go make breakfast for us.” 

You lightly nodded and watched as she hopped off you and stepped over to her closet. 

 You snuck up from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist while she was picking out her clothes, feeling her lean back against your chest and look up at you, “What are you craving right now?”

“You.” You whispered lustfully, gently kissing behind her ear as she sensually bit her bottom lip and turned around in your arms, “You know we have to meet the team downstairs in twenty minutes.” 

“Don't worry. I can make you cum in five.”  

Wanda slowly draped her arms around your neck and smirked, “Tik Tok, baby.”