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NSFW(-ish?) - how would the ROs react to a MC who was actively trying to tease them? Things like wearing short skirts around them and then reaching for things on high shelves or the floor, or finding little ways to brush against them all the time?
NSFW??? Better safe than sorry
Relationship Stage: Dating
💛 Marcel
Surprise would quickly turn to arousal and excitement as Marcel would be grinning from ear to ear as he touched you, soft and innocent touches at first, just when he passed you by until they got a little more frequent.
Then he would gently hug you from behind, kissing your neck before whispering softly. "Bedroom?"
🧡 Margaret
Margaret's eyes would widen as she blushed a deep shade of red.
"Oh, mon seigneur, you're magnifique." (Oh my lord, you look stunning.)
Margaret would be so surprised that she would speak her native language.
She covered her eyes.
You laughed at her cuteness coming closer. "What are you doing?"
Margaret stuttered nervously, switching back to English. "I, uh, can I look...?" She asked.
You laughed and took her hands away from her eyes. "Of course."
Margaret blushed even harder with you so close, and there was so much skin.
"Uh...can I touch?" She asked meekly.
Your only response was to bring her in closer for a kiss.
❤️ Owen
Owen would smirk, watching with a drink in one hand as he watched you pretend to be looking for something so you could keep walking in front of him.
It wasn't until about the fifth time that you passed that Owen lost his restraint and pulled you close for a deep kiss, making sure you felt his arousal.
"You're such a tease, lass/duck/lad." He growled a little in your ear, spanking your buttocks and making you jump.
💙 Rosemary
Rosemary would feel herself blush a little before smirking. She could play this game as she put on her sexiest outfit and paraded it around in front of you.
She enjoyed watching the surprise on your face as she stepped out of the room, coming closer to you with a sly smile and kissing you on the lips, her bright lipstick leaving a print.
🩵 Tai
Tai's mouth dropped open as he stared at you; his skin felt like it was boiling, and his head was fuzzy.
You smirked. "See anything you like?"
Tai, who seemed distracted, said, "Yeah." Before coughing and his blush getting more bright at your teasing smile. "I mean no! I mean, wipe that smirk off your face." He grumbled, folding his arms, pouting, and going to take a cold shower.
💚 Zane
Zane licked his lips, his hands touching the reveling skin, a fire burning deep inside his stomach of arousal as he brought you closer.
"Thank you for the gift, Little Lion. I will make sure to ravish it." He whispered, pinning you to the wall.
Happy birthday, Marcel
Mild NSFW 🔞
You felt your muscles ache as you went up the stairs to the shared apartment with your boyfriend. The weight of everything happening today leaves you with each step.
The cafe had been a disaster; the shipment of flour didn't come in, so half the pastries were missing from hungry customers. To put matters worse, Aunt Zinnia was out sick, so not only had you worked by yourself, but cleaning and locking up were all on you.
You sighed as you pulled your key out of your pocket, smiling a little at the welcome mat that Marcel put down when you first moved in.
The smile on your lips only grew, knowing you were promised this morning a more intimate welcome after getting off work. Since you were both interrupted by a call from your sick aunt,.
"I'm home!" You said that, shutting the door behind you. A smug smile crossed your face as you saw the light on in your bedroom. "Did you miss me?"
You stopped in your tracks to see Marcel sitting up in bed with a pile of paperwork on his lap and a pen in hand. A small, healthy snack on the bedside table. Knowing Marcel, it was probably the only thing he had eaten today.
The smell of ash and sulfur filled the room, and you knew it came from the papers themselves.
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I guess your boss paid you a visit."
Marcel glanced at you, and he instantly perked up, already giving you more room on the bed to lay down. Your dismay must have shown on your face because Marcel gave you an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, love, but Lord Greed needs these papers done by tomorrow."
"For the love of God." (Or well, Lucifer, in this matter) You griped.
Marcel gave you a worried look. "Is everything alright, my love?"
You deflated a little from the nickname and gave him an innocent smile. "That depends on your answer."
"My answer to what?"
"Are you going to ditch the paperwork to spend a nice night with me?"
"I'm afraid these documents can't wait," Marcel said. He gave you another apologetic look before his eyes roamed the papers again.
You huffed and walked into the closet, getting ready for bed. The soft and silk clothes you wore only slowed your aggravated nerves slightly.
"Is something wrong, love?" Marcel asked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"No, nothing at all!"
You could practically feel Marcel's worry from the other room, and you called back. "I thought we would be doing something more fun tonight." You said this as you walked out, only to be met with a confused look.
"Fun? Like a movie? We can watch a movie after im done."
"No." Your tone was curt, and Marcel blinked only once before realization crossed his face, and he let out a small. "Oh."
"You still need to do those documents?" You asked with crossed arms.
Marcel stared at you for a long time, battling with himself, before sighing. It seemed as if no time passed at all before Marcel was on you. Marcel's hands moved rapidly but softly to remove one piece of clothing after another from your body, until you were naked in front of him, your skin glistening in the lamplight.
The paperwork was forgotten. "My god, you're exquisite," he exclaimed as he resumed his examination of your now-bare physique. His fingertips brushed over silky skin, his tongue massaged taut nipples, and his warm breath sent thrills down your spine. He pulled back with a contented smile, happy with how you shook under his touch.
"So no paperwork?" You snickered, which only earned you a quick laugh before Marcel took off his clothes, with your help, of course.
For several long moments, you both lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over you both. Your entire body tingled, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Marcel was good at it. Using your body like a map to make sure that you feel the most pleasure, stop only for a second after each moan, noting it down for later.
Your body twisted and turned as you battled to keep hold of the headboard. You had no idea how you got to the bed, but you were glad you did. The pleasant warmth of his mouth on your most personal area made you hot as the sulfur air stroked your exposed flesh.
Paperwork: 0, Spicy Time: 1
Had some inspiration from the ask "If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?"
I wanted to expand a little more on Marcel's reaction, so here you go!
NSFW ⚠️ 🔞
Marcel feels his eyes on him and turns to find you looking at him with that look. That look made him completely forget about the conversation he was having with the person in front of him.
How could he focus when you were looking at him like that?
With a smile, he politely exited and went over to you, kissing you ever so softly.
"Is there something you need?" Marcel asked, his voice light even if his eyes were full of lust. The lust in his eyes darkened when you gave him a coy smile.
"No, can't I just look at my boyfriend?" You asked too innocently, and Marcel fought the urge to take you into his arms.
Marcel cursed a little in old Latin and softly held your hand, helping you stand.
"I…desire you," Marcel whispered in your ear, making you gasp. The silent question was in his eyes, and you answered by pulling him up the stairs into your bedroom.
All Marcel could think about was being with you. To feel you against him. As soon as you entered your bedroom, he surged forward and kissed you deeply and sincerely. You could feel his tongue in your mouth and whispered promises of love on his breath.
Marcel lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you gently. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.
"Marcel." You whispered against his mouth, eyes closed, as you enjoyed the sensations.
Marcel shuddered at the plea and pinned your hands above your head, ever so slowly rolling his hips into your own, making you arch your back in pleasure. Marcel wanted you to feel how desperate he was for you; your moans of pleasure only added to the fire.
Marcel's mouth moved to your ear, whispering in a tender tone. "Open your eyes, love. I want you to look into them."
Your eyes snapped open when you felt his mouth on your earlobe, biting in a teasing manner, making you arch your back just a little.
"Good. I'm going to leave you a reminder." Marcel smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. His breath against your skin was silent permission that you could only smile at.
"I would love nothing more." You whispered.
Marcel's eyes lit up before his mouth was moving against your jawline and down your neck, his mouth making a trail to every curve or sensitive skin that he had traveled over so many times before.
"Please…more," you pleaded, breathless.
Marcel's only response was a passionate kiss as his right hand traced your chest, traveling downward between your legs.
"You're excited," Marcel whispered, amusement in his tone.
All you could do was groan in response while Marcel's lips went back to your neck before his hands were taking off your clothes and, in a flash, his own.
Marcel's hands wandered, making you beg for some sort of release until Marcel's mouth started going south, kissing the inside of your thigh.
Before you could even utter some sort of plea, his mouth was on you.
Marcel knew your body inside and out. You couldn't help but grip his hair, making Marcel moan. The vibrations against your body made you tremble as the pleasure started to build up.
Your lover didn't stop. His attention was all on you until he felt your steady increase. Knowing you were so close, he sat back a little, making you curse as his mouth left your body until he replaced his mouth with his hand instead.
The motion caused you to plummet over the edge until you were lying down on the number of blankets and pillows, looking up at the ceiling as Marcel tenderly took care of you, basking in the afterglow of the cool wash rag and his teasing kisses.
"You should look at me like that more often," Marcel said, kissing your forehead as you felt your eyes close.
"Oh, my lord…. where am I to begin! I dream of you often when we are apart, ever eager for when you call to me next. It’s never soon enough. I think of you—whisking me away and towards you as your shadows engulf me and press me to you, eclipsed by the splendor that is you, my king! I think of your mouth on mine, desperate and hungry until I can no longer breath— before I crane my neck as an offering and let you have your fill. I know how hungry you must be, so take what you want. I don’t mind one itsy bitsy bit~ but ah, ah, ah— that not even the fun part! ‘Cause I need you real bad, and you know it. So you gently, oh-so-gently, carry me to your bed and lay me there where have your shameless little way with me. I don’t give a dang what you do to me as long as you make me see nothin’ but the stars and your gorgeous, gorgeous face is all I can even think about. I’m not a praying man, but I’ll say your dang name like a prayer, I swear it—"
"Mnn, but what use is there for fantasies now—" Kohga trails his hand over Ganon’s jaw, mouth pressed to the chiseled edge before he trails his lips to one ear and teasingly bites down on it. "When I can have the real thing? I’ll be good, I promise," He purrs, but there’s no denying the mischief in his tone despite swearing otherwise.
Tell me your fantasies
Naturally, he approves. So much so that Kohga is scooped into his arms, and carried off to make good on those words as quickly as possible.
"You're curious about fantasies, hm? What if I told you I've imagined being taken by you, thrown down and choked as you have your way with me? I've imagined how your teeth would feel as you bite me, hot breath on my skin. I wonder if you would take me on your throne, make me ride you until I scream your name and my loyalty to you."
Tell me your fantasies
"Hmm.. A shame this letter isn't signed." The King persuses the words on the parchment again, and reclines in his chair, looking nearly hungry at the devotion in written form.
"Ah, well."
"Fantasies? Pulling me into the corner of the palace. A dark corner where there may be someone that passes, using your fingers to pull up my dress and taking me right then and there. Showing me how much you love me until I'm a broken mess with a hoarse throat from screaming your name. That is but only one fantasy of mine, ne t'sorra."
Tell me your fantasies
A chuckle leaves him, sounding almost breathless--because of course he knows who this is.
"Is that so? Well, I happen to have some free time for my wife... Why don't we make what you fantasize a reality, my little desert flower?"
“If you enjoy the feeling of my fangs in your flesh so much, you could have come to ask for more, you know. Saying Please would do” she teased the king.
- @topaz-adorned
@topaz-adorned
She's asking and telling in the same breath, and it makes the Gerudo no ends of amused; Still, he obliges her, the corner of his mouth ticking up in an almost smirk.
With one finger, he takes the side of his robe that sits on his shoulder, and slowly pulls it off, letting it hang at his waist; Further still, he tilts his head to offer Chaba access to his neck, and places both hands on his thighs as he waits.
"Hmm.. Please?"
My son, my son... What have you become?
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Also hope you don’t mine I’m coining them samethyst
you know how on google keyboard you can send like, combination emojis? theyre very fun i like to get creative with them. but my favorite is i love to send people this:
which is 🕳️+🔥, to indicate that ive set my hole ablaze by eating large quantities of spicy foods again
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Legend: fluff (☁️), angst (💔), [tbc bcs that’s it for now]
A/N: I’m officially adding Taglish as a genre, because besides writing aus in tagalog, I wanted a bit of a spin of trying out taglish. The descriptions will still be in english, but the dialogue will be consisting of english and tagalog words.
Note: I accept requests <3 (the to come ones are in progress stories in my drafts)
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Lee Minho (Rhino)
☁️Cuddles and Kisses☁️
Seo Changbin (Lewis)
(to come)
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“Yeah, you like that?”🔥
Han Jisung (Peter)
“Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” 💔
Lee Yongbok (Felix)
(to come)
Kim Seungmin (Sky)
(to come)
Yang Jeongin (Bob)
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OT8 (Poly) [Thoughts & Scenarios]
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Series
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“Yeah, you like that?”
summary: Hyunjin is massaging you and you get turned on by his touch…
genre: spicy
warning: nothing really🪰
note: all posts under the spicy genre is not really full on smut, i can’t write that shit i’m absolutely foul at it. sorry it’s short, i love Hyunjin but this is the first “spicy” thing i’ve written if you can even call this garbage spicy.
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His hot breath on your skin and the way his hands touch your tense muscles makes you squirm. The tingles you get from him massaging you is enough to have you dripping wet. He doesn’t notice, his innocent eyes looking at your scrunched face.
“Baby? Does it hurt?” He panics, letting go of your legs immediately. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, going to kiss your knee, but his lips on your skin just make your core tingle more.
“No Jin, it’s okay! I’m okay.” You respond softly, sitting up from your slipping position on the couch. You touch his hands, squeezing reassuringly.
“Alright if you say so.” He frowns and you can’t help but kiss him. Teeth lightly grazing his bottom lip. “Someone’s awfully needy.” he mutters into the kiss, shuffling to get on top of you.
His hand is holding your nape, guiding you into the kiss, his fingers massaging the skin. His leg presses where you need him most and you let out a moan, breath unsteady.
Your hips lift to grind on his knee but he stops you, “Yeah, you like that?”
All you can do is nod, not trusting your own voice.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, darling.” He says, not letting you reply as he lifts you up and puts you over his shoulder.
It’s going to be a long night, for you and your neighbors.
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