Boxer Al-Haitham Shows Off In The Ring

Boxer Al-Haitham Shows Off in the Ring

Pairing: Boxer!Al-Haitham x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, boxing, injury, showing off, blowing kisses, flirting, locker room kissing

A/N: Boxers are just universally hot. They just are, its how it works.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who looks for you in the crowd and does a little pose for you before entering the ring. He's only started doing this recently after you started dating but and it is a little embarrassing for him but he knows you like it, and it sends the crowd wild which is good for his future deals.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who chills his hands with ice even when he's at home because his fists keep aching. Because of this he's a little bit hesitant to take your hand, afraid of it being too cold and uncomfortable for you to hold. The ice isn't the only thing that melts when you not only take his hand but also proceed to kiss his bruises one by one.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who trains almost day and night, barely having a break because he knows that there are many who can physically overwhelm him. But he can be faster, he can be more agile, he can see through their guard better, that's the key to his victories in the end, his speed and mind.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who gets up after being knocked down only when he zeroes in on your voice and your face in the crowd cheering him on. He might be bloody and bruised but he promised you a date after this and god damn it he won't take you to dinner after losing such an important mach. This round will be his.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who blows kisses into the crowd after his victory and through his slightly dizzy vision manages to locate you and send you a few extra kisses. It's almost funny to see him barely standing tall and still being so stubborn about it. It would be funny if you weren't worried about him collapsing at any moment now. And... there he goes, right after that little wink.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who replays the footage from every one of his matches to he can improve next time. He has pages and pages of notes written about the various forms, combinations, guards and stances he can take or could have taken. Sometimes it feels like he's back at collage studding for a test and not a pro boxer champion.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who loves the massages you give him when he gets to sleep in. There are professionals who do this too but he only wants your hands on him. Plus he can flirt and tease you, be it verbally or when he flexes his muscles under your fingers when you pass over them.

Boxer!Al-Haitham gives you the keys to the locker room so you can wait for him in there and not have to push through all the people storming him along with him after a mach. It's tiering for him too but at least he gets to come back into your arms in private. And maybe hear you scold him about a bruise or two but it's nothing some medicine and kisses wouldn't fix.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who cringes when you buy so much of his merch, the shirts, the boxer gloves, oh god the fucking pillows and boxer shorts. Why did he even agree to those? Well at least you good wearing them, and the fact that his name is on them... he has to admit it does something to him.

Boxer!Al-Haitham who shows off his strength by lifting you up against the lockers and kissing you. Don't hold it against him please, he needs a little good luck kiss if he's gonna do well in the next match. Just don't grind against him, he doesn't have time for a cold shower..

In father’s embrace

synopsis: HSR men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Blade, Gepard, Loucha, Sampo, Jing Yuan x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, implied initial mortal x immortal in Blade’s

word count: 5.2k words

a/n: Luofu Xianzhou timeline is hell, so Blade’s one is quite vague.

Blade

Blade tends to say that he has no connection to his past, but that is not true and very few (mostly Kafka) know he is lying. Even with his life and death fucked up he can’t simply let go of someone his heart has been always full with, of someone who he promised himself to by the altar, even if under another name, of someone, who gifted him the joy of both his previous and current life - your daughter.

The blade - a cold weapon with no feelings - should not experience being lucky, but that’s what he was, when you clutched him in your arms the first time after his return from the dead and sobbed in his chest, telling him how much you missed him, how much his little angel missed him.

Back then he should’ve left without a trace, maybe even coming to you in the first place was a mistake, but he just couldn’t. And his resolve crumbled completely when a white-haired toddler in your arms gazed at him with the same soft eyes as yours and reached out to his face, hesitantly asking “dada?”.

As much as Blade is capable - he loves you and your daughter. He is quite absent due to his involvement with the Stellaron Hunters, but you understand how important that magenta-haired woman’s ability is when it comes to restraining the mara in his body. After all that’s the reason why he can visit without fear of hurting you or his little girl.

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I just woke up and this is a nice thing to wake up to–

Thank you for the Wrio food🙏

Wriothesley nsfw headcanons 🐺

~ Minors do NOT interact please! ~

~ warnings: spiciness x 100🌶️, kinks, a bit of smut, pre-fontaine wriothesley ofc

~ a/n: i was BLUSHING while writing this !! as you can see, i am in desperate need of crumbs for this man 🥺

this man is a gentleman in the streets (and a beast in the sheets)

i see this man being mostly dominant but also willing to be a bit of a sub. anything to please his s/o

this man has a lot of scars and i think he doesn't really mind them, but there's a little part of him thats a little self conscious about them so please show his scars some love. HE WILL MELT ! lightly trace your fingers over his scars and kiss them and he will be lightly blushing ahhhhh !

BREEDING KINK

tbh i would like to imagine he gets moments of heat

he has A LOT of stamina so he can go for many rounds

favorite positions are mating press cause of wolf traits duh, missionary cuz he loves to look deeply in your eyes as he pounds into you, and sometimes from behind standing up against his desk while he holds you close and whispers in your ear.

basically he prefers positions where he can see your face. he loves the intimacy and being able to kiss you

quickies in his office happen sometimes but he usually prefers to do it in the privacy of your guys' home so he can take his time with worshipping you

he doesnt really talk during the deed but he is vocal. i'm talkin DEEP GRUNTS and moaning

the few moments he does talk, he's usually teasing you

another kink is bondage, with consent of course. he would use his police handcuffs *wink wink* but if those are too rough, he'd use his tie to bound your wrists together above your head.

is not really into hurting his significant other. the most he'll do is biting and some light bondage

looking more into detail about the biting, he does it a lot! you'll be marked EVERYWHERE ! he can't help it, poor baby just gets too caught up in the moment when he's inside you.

Imagine: wriothesley has you in a mating press. With every thrust getting deeper and deeper inside you, he's grunting into your neck. it just feels so good for the both of you. Your warm insides squeezing him tighter, signaling that you're on the verge of your fourth orgasm. he's getting close also. he bites your shoulder as he pounds harder, his thrusts getting sloppy. then he deeply groans as he fills you up for who knows how many times its been. you've lost count.

After the sessions where he gets too carried away and you're both cuddling once you've calmed down, he scans your skin, noticing all the bite marks he left. He begins feeling bad (even though you don't mind ;). he makes it up to you by gently kissing and licking every mark he left. he doesn't feel too bad tho because seeing his marks on your skin gives him a sense of pride. being able to show others that you belong to him😈

he's not necessarily possessive but he likes marking his territory (like the big bad wolf he is)

a master at aftercare! i'm talking baths, massages, kisses, and snuggling🥺

My face was like this the whole time I read this 😳😩👌✨️

Thanks for the food, bestie 😩🤌✨️

Pussy eating with Wriothesley

~ content: smut, pussy eating, penetration, x female reader, pre-fontaine Wriothesley, possibly ooc?

~ a/n: wriothesley would be a master at eating pussy. he is one hungry wolf gentleman. I hope he's not too ooc from how I imagine him to be.

In the chief of police's office, all that can be heard is slurping and a woman's moans.

You're sat on his desk while he's bent down in his seat, with his face between your legs. You watch him as he goes from slurping and licking your clit to fingering your hole with his middle and ring finger. The combination causing your legs to shake and sends electricity up your spine.

You comb your fingers through your boyfriend's hair while trying to find something to hang on too as the pleasure begins to become too much.

He continues to suckle your clit while groaning from your tight grip in his hair. He stares up at you with dark, lust filled eyes. The deep, intimate eye contact making you a bit embarrassed especially considering his position of what he's doing to you at the moment. But that is soon forgotten as the pumping of his fingers gets faster and the sucking on your clit gets harsher.

Your legs try to tighten around his head, but his free hand grabs one of your legs to keep them open as the pace of his ministrations doesn't stop.

"Wr-wriothesl-sley" you whine. He smirks into your pussy as he enjoys the melody of whines that leave your mouth. His pride growing, knowing the effect he has on you.

Your head falls back, screaming as waves of pleasure finally crash over you as you squirt into your lover's mouth. He helps you ride out your mind-breaking orgasm. You come down from your high but not for long until you begin to shake and whine from the overstimulation as Wriothesley continues to clean up all your juices.

He finally removes his mouth from your pussy, gasping and breathing heavily, but not without leaving a faint bite on the inside of your thigh.

You gaze at him through cloudy eyes as he rises to his feet. You notice the lust in his eyes and look down at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his constricting pants.

You find the strength to push your upper body off of his desk and move your hands to the belt of his pants. You begin unbuckling until hands gently grab your hands to halt your movements. You look up at Wriothesley.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he scans your eyes.

You lovingly gaze back as you go to grab his tie instead. Pulling slightly to bring him close to your face.

"I'm sure. I want more. I want your cock inside me."

You close the distant between the two of you by pulling further on his tie causing your lips to meet for a passionate kiss.

You two pull away as he stands up straight, letting go of your hand, giving you permission to continue.

You smile and go back to unbuckling his belt while he watches you.

Pulling down his pants a bit, his hot cock frees from its confines. He slightly inhales as the cool air hits his cock. You admire his cock, always loving how pretty his cock is. It was about 8 inches, thick girth, pink tip with a couple of veins lining around it. There was also a patch of black and grayish hair above it.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the warmth of your hand comforting to him.

You give his cock a few pumps until he grabs your hand again, stopping your ministrations. He gently pushed you down onto his desk. With one hand holding both of your wrist down, his other hand grabbed his shaft to aline it to your hole. He pauses, silently asking you for permission to enter.

You nod your head. He slowly pushes inside, enjoying the your tightness. You tense up a bit. No matter how many times you two have done this, your pussy struggled taking his thick cock.

He stops half way, letting go of your wrists. Instead, he wraps your arms around his neck and kisses your cheek. He whispers in your ear, "Relax, my love." He then kisses and suckles on your neck. The acts of affection and comfort helping the pain ease.

After a few more moments of waiting, you wrap your legs around his hips, mumbling "more".

He moves to your face and kisses you. He proceeds to bottom out into you, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He begins to move at a steady pace. You break the kiss as you moan and gasps.

He watches your expressions as his pace begins to speed up. His name falling from your lips like a melody, unleashing something deep within him.

He growls. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you and begins to pound into you. Surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor, your head falls back and your moans get louder, turning into screams of pleasure. He growls with each harsh thrust.

He could feel you tighten more around him, indicating your oncoming orgasm. He leans down, sinking his canines into your neck. Not hard enough to pierce the skin but enough to send signals of slight pain down your spine. The pain from his bite turning into added pleasure as your eyes glaze over and you shake, your orgasm finally overtaking you.

His rough pounding doesn't cease one bit as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You have no time to recover from your orgasm until another wave of pleasure begins to crawl over you.

"You're gonna come again. Go ahead and come for me," he chuckles with his charming voice.

You barely hear him while your second orgasm overcomes your senses. You moan loudly.

"Give me one more. You can do that right?" he asks.

Unable to get any words out, you slightly nod your head. He smirks. "My good little mouse."

He grabs the back of you thighs, pushing them to your chest. He continues his relentless pounding, grunting as he watches his cock move in and out of you.

Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, head becoming dizzy with pleasure.

"Gonna breed my cute little mouse with my cum. You want that, right?" One of his hands goes to your button, putting pressure, adding too much stimulation, causing you to tighten more around him.

"To-too much wrio," you mewl, a few tears escaping your eyes.

His thrusts start to become sloppy, until you feel him filling you up. This causes you to fall over the edge for the final time, squirting onto his cock. His cum becoming too much that it begins to overflow and leak out. He growls as his hips still, eyes closed in pleasure.

He lets go of your thighs, gently picking you up off of his desk. He takes a few steps back, softly landing on his chair with you on his lap. With one arm around your back, his other hand is gently stroking your hair.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there."

You've calmed down by now, being able to finally speak clear words. You giggle. "Yeah, sorta like a beast was released."

"I can't help the effect you have on me. You drive me crazy sometimes with lust and love. It's hard to control it seeing you look as beautiful as you do."

You blush and pull away a bit so you're able to see his face. His cheeks are slightly tinted, unsure whether its from the passionate session you just had, the words he just said, or both.

After a moment of silence, he cups your cheek and opens his mouth to speak the three words that always make your heart race.

"I love you."

Your eyes widen a bit, blush deepening. He wasn't really one to say those words so openly often. But you knew when he did say them, he truly meant them. You smile.

"I love you too."

A small smile graces his handsome features. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

"Wriothesley, always a charming gentleman."

Wriothesley being rough with his s/o (thank you for your masterpieces miss yoru😋😘)

cw. rough n needy, fem! reader

a/n. wrio is cumming and so am i

you could feel how wriothesley was affirmatively humming and pondering against your warm skin, an aimless, tinkering tune playing over your neck and collarbones as rapid tremors travelled down your entire back, taking your breath away, goosebumps emerging on your frame right after.

effortlessly, he keeps your hips down with his bare hands, pinning you to the bed while rushing himself into your cunt, no hesitation, not doing it soft nor sluggish, for some specific reason it almost gave the impression away as if wriothesley was somewhat selfish and indulgent with your body tonight, taking you so fucking well that your shaking legs were about to turn numb and harvest a deep rooted burn of fatigue, yet he was the one splitting them apart, because— he required enough space in order to fit in between you.

you take him deeper and moan into his mouth when he bites your lip, gracefully milking his throbbing cock, your eyes glossed over with boundless crystalline pebbles as you scratch a long, deep line on wrio's defined back, your nails sauntering up and down his flexed muscles while he's pistoling his cock into you— not hard enough to break his skin but edging pretty fucking close to it. 

the blistering, fiery heat of his body against your own figure was way more than enough to make any little complaint die inside of you— it's easier to see that wriothesley underestimates his own strength at times but you do not push him away and welcome it, sighing into his messy kisses, noticing his grunting— his sounds edged within sharp, low rumbles that rattle into your flesh.

it's intimate and adds greatly to the stimulation on your cunt. wrio breaks the kiss, and you thirst the look on his handsome face, the husky exhales whenever you ran your fingers over the frazzled, large muscles on his back;

"you're making me lose my mind."

he grins without shame, covering his face in your neck, the thought of having the oh so distinguished lord of meropide blatantly admit this to you, no, simplified— filthily moan it into your ear without any shame while he hides the pink, pretty blush on his face was intoxicating, your hips jerking forward at the obscene sounds, twisting your insides around his girth as you feel hot and sticky all around him, liquids dripping down your thighs, drying up, making a mess, and most importantly, fueling the arising lust in the air.

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He's not even out yet and I'm obsessing over little crumb I get of him.

Tea date so true

Tea Time with Wriothesley

~ contents: pre-fontaine wriothesley, fluff, a bit suggestive

~ a/n: i'm not that much of a tea person except for sweet iced teas, but i'd wanna have tea time with wriothesley🥺 this sorta made me blush and smile while writing this, but i hope this isn't cringe lol. I hope you guys enjoy it also :)

In the room, the ticking of a clock and papers shuffling can be heard. Wriothesley puts the papers down to close his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. He glances at the clock and sees he's been working overtime for about an hour and a half. He looks at the stack of papers on his desk and sighs. It's gonna be a while more until he finishes with today's paper work. He grabs the papers he put down to continue reading. Suddenly, there's a knock at his door. He tenses and sighs, thinking it's a coworker bringing more work to him. He tells the person to come in. The door opens and he visibly relaxes when he sees it's you.

"It's over your work hours and you haven't come home yet. I figured you got caught up with work again."

He chuckles as he puts down the papers. "Yeah, it's been a very chaotic day today."

You walk towards his desk and as you got closer, you noticed the faint bags under his eyes. You then begin to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to close his eyes. He has a faint smile on his face.

"When was the last time you took a break?"

He tenses a bit. With his eyes still closed, he signs and says "Not since noon, but that was only for 5 minutes until I had to go out to capture a group of criminals we've been hunting for a while in the main part of the city." You figured he wouldn't be able to leave work anytime soon so you began to think of something you could do to help your boyfriend get through his work. You stop combing his hair and pull your hand away. He opens his eyes and you could see in his eyes, his was wondering why you stopped. You giggle.

"How about I make you some tea? I know that will help you hold you over until you're done with your paperwork." His face softens as a small smile forms.

"As long as you don't try to switch out my drink with one of Sigewinne's drinks again."

You gasp. "That was one time. I was only trying to help her mess with you."

He silently smirks at you.

You roll your eyes and smile. "I promise I won't switch out your tea with one of her drinks." He chuckles.

You walk over to the little drink center in his office where his usually makes his tea. You decide on some green tea to help keep Wriothesley awake while you make yourself some hibiscus tea.

Once the green tea was done heating up, you remember your boyfriend prefers the bitter taste of tea, wanting no sugar, milk, or cream added. While you prefer sweet things, adding about four spoonful of sugar to overpower the bitter taste of the tea.

While making the tea, you didn't notice the eyes watching you the whole time instead of focusing on the paperwork in his hands. Wriothesley put the papers down, quietly got up from his chair, and walked over to you where your back was turned and you were too focused on getting the tea right.

Suddenly, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, startling you and causing you to squeak. You feel the breath from your boyfriend on your neck as he chuckles.

"You're cute when you squeak like a little mouse."

You blush. "Don't tease me or I'll add sugar to your tea."

He laughs and buries his face in your neck. " But you promised you wouldn't do anything to my tea."

"Yeah, well if you pick on me, I'll mess with your tea."

He laughs some more and apologizes.

You smile and relax in his arms. "The tea is almost ready."

"It smells good. I'm starting to feel relaxed already." His arms tighten a bit more around you. He leaves a light kiss on your neck. He enjoys little moments like this with you. "But that could also be because I have you here in my arms."

You blush. "You're teasing me again."

"Maybe. But it is true. You help me get through the rough moments of work". You smile. He always knew how to make your heart race. You move your hand up to his hair to comb through it again.

After a few minutes of staying in that position, "The tea is ready" you said.

He hums. "Let's just stay like this for a while longer." You wanted to say how the tea would get cold but you would be lying if you said you didn't want to stay like this a while longer also. You snuggled further into him to silently tell him okay.

You can always heat up the tea and have it later.