#(that is out of your reach... this ethereal thought of being held kissed made love to for the sake of love like in the movies)

[magnusmodig]

and i would say all of this but i don't wanna ruin the moment lovely to sit between comfort and chaos but it's over and you're driving me home and it kinda comes out as i get up to go you kiss me in your car and it feels like the start of a movie i've seen before — but it's not real . and you don't exist . and i can't recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car and it feels like the end of a movie i've seen before.

[spoiled-fawn]

CoD Wedding Headcannons

Some sweet love for our boys, hoping to cheer anyone up after MW3. While the photos do have fem/wedding dresses in them, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!

I hope everyone can enjoy!

Price

Getting married to Price warrants an old Hollywood glamour, something more intimate and small for the people you both hold close, so you can make memories of the long-awaited night while being able to relax in good nature of the celebration.

You both decided to find a nice speakeasy for both the ceremony and reception, as Price had surprised you and rented out the entire venue. The soft and warm glow of candles and old lights casted a romantic light on you, showing the etheral glow to you.

Price is a traditional man, and decided to save his first look to seeing you walk down the aisle. As your eyes lock onto his, he sniffles and the distinct tell of his moustance twitching is what keys you in on him being able to feel comfortable showing his emotions as he hones his ice blue eyes on you.

He did in fact, make quite the show for your first kiss, taking you in his arms and giving you a gentle but deep dip, showing off the romantic (almost steamy) touch of your lips as you lock in your unity.

Your first dance is a slow sway in circles, focused on whispering sweet nothings to each other in between the kisses you reach up to give him. Saving the absolute last dance for both of you, as the clock strikes into midnight and the day is now Sunday, Etta James' Sunday Kind of Love plays out softly as you sway together before heading up to your honeymoon suite.

Vows:

"My angel, you have been everything I believed I never deserved. You have shown me what I have always been missing, the love that I never knew of. I know I will never be able to amount to the thankfulness of you sticking by me through and through, I will never stop thanking the heavens of the gold and glory that you are, as you run through my veins to find your home in my heart.

Just as I fought by your side on the field, I promise to fight for our love, to shield it from any harm that may come its way. Through the scars and wounds we bear, both seen and unseen, I vow to cherish every part of you. Your strength, your vulnerability, your laughter, and your tears - they are all precious to me. Our love is a force that any creature made by god would fear, as I know we are forever to be unstoppable together, through every small and great task.

Together, we will conquer any obstacle that stands in our way. I promise to never forget the sacrifices made; honoring our fallen, for they have paved and protected the way for our love. They watch over us, guiding us, and reminding us to cherish every moment we have. I love you, with every last being of myself, and even past my last breath. Forever and always, angel."

Gaz

Gaz has a flair for the dramatics and also loves a fairytale and nature aesthetic. He requested a fairytale wedding, and it was an extravagant night for the two of you. Gaz values some traditions but was ready to blow those to the wind for his excitement to celebrate your love. You did a first look, and he was rendered speechless as he took in your form, tears already pooling and beginning to stream down his face.

Gaz took the time with you to learn a ballroom dance for your first song, impressing your guests and even yourselves with how beautiful and magical the two of you are. Cutting the cake was a very sweet moment for the two of you, as you both happened to have the same thought and booped each other on the nose with icing at the same moment.

Your wedding was held in a mountaintop venue, the night sky showing all the stars that shined brightly and reflected on a lake, approving of your love as if the faries make an appearance for your royal court of a wedding. As you danced the night away, Kyle was sure to keep a mix of whispering the most heart warming sweet nothings, and making sure to catch your reaction by the photographers when he murmured sinfully sweet thoughts in your ear.

Vows:

"Through the chaos and uncertainty, you became my anchor, guiding me with your strength and infectious spirit. Together, we have faced the darkest of days, and it is in those moments that our love has grown stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see a reflection of my hopes, dreams, and desires.

Your love has breathed life into my soul, and I vow to nourish that love with tenderness and compassion. I promise to be your confidant, your partner, and your best friend, as your happiness is everything that can and will continue to let my heartbeat to our special song. I promise to be the keeper of your dreams, the one who will protect and nourish you from any challenges we face, always together.

You are my life; I will walk beside you, hand in hand, supporting you in every step. You are the greatest reward life has ever, granted me. With every beat of my heart, I will love you fiercely, unconditionally, and without reservation, for you are the missing piece that completes me."

Soap

Johnny was all for having a fun and colorful wedding, and a maximalist and retro decor was decided on. Because for a MacTavish? Go big or go home baby.

He never stopped smiling the day of your wedding, his astonishment at the environment and scene of your unity never leaving his face. You decided to read your vows privately to each other, holding hands and having your backs to each other while waiting to have your first look down the aisle. Under disco balls, your first dance felt like something out of a movie.

Johnny was one to always show off, and he was sure to spin and dip you around, his strength holding you as he even lifted you and twirled you around. Now as a real MacTavish, you both knew how to throw a party and made sure that your open bar helped your guests get as wild as you two are.

If you did decide to wear a garter, or simply put one on for the tradition, Johnny made a damn great show of taking it off; crawling underneath your dress/between your legs and made you squeak in embarrassment as his stuble tickled your thigh.

Vows:

"Today, I stand before you, to pledge my undying love. You, my little sparrow, have held my attention, obsession, and heart from the moment our eyes met. I promise to always have your back, whether we're dodging bullets or just trying to figure out what to have for dinner. With you, life is an adventure, and I can't wait to tackle it together.

I promise to be your partner in crime for life, always up for exploring new horizons and creating memories we’ll never live down, But as long as we're together, every moment will be an adventure worth cherishing.

You bring laughter and lightness to my life, even in the darkest of times. Your smile is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds. Life is too short to not enjoy the simple pleasures, and with you by my side, every moment is a treasure.

I vow to keep the flames of passion alive, As Our love is a fire that burns bright, even amidst the chaos. I promise to keep the spark alive, to always pursue you with the same determination and intensity that challenges the forces of this earth."

Ghost

Simon was enthusiastic to have a wedding that featured a dark and mystical aesthetic. He wanted something small and private, requesting that it be some of your closest friends and family to spend the special night together.

With a romantic and dark church, it was a powerful and mystical wedding that incorporates both of your energies. You both decided not to have groomsmen/bridesmaids and instead placed altars of your fallen teammates and loved ones under the arch with you two, feeling their love in your unity.

Simon waited for his first look down the aisle but began crying with a wavering voice during your vows. During the first dance, he lifted you to stand atop of his feet, holding you as he moved the both of you in a surprising fashion of a waltz, elegantly for the seasoned stealth veteran.

His eyes seemed to swim with tears, iris' almost as black as his pupils in the dark lit church and ballroom. His eyes were rarely straying from you, far to enamored with keeping every memory to be held in his soul- even in the next life.

Vows:

"From the darkness where death once consumed us, to the light that now shines through our love, I stand here today, my heart laid bare, to vow my eternal devotion to you. In the face of danger, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, our love has blossomed like a fragile flower, defying all odds. Today, I stand here, a silent guardian, to pledge my undying love and devotion to you. In our promise, my heart will always yearn for your touch, laughter, and the warmth of your presence.

Through the pain and loss we have endured, I promise to cherish every memory we share. Your laughter, your touch, your soul - they are etched into the very fabric of my existence. I will hold you as tenderly as the spirits did when creating you, as you are a gift that I will forever cherish. In this broken world, I vow to mend any pieces of your heart, to hold you close when the weight of the past becomes too heavy to bear.

I will be your strength when you feel weak, your rock when you need stability. With you, I have found a love that mends the scars of the past."

Graves

Phillip desired a venue within the wilderness and countryside, deciding that a farm with a Barn reception was perfect. His vows were as strong as his commands, his voice was deep and rich with honey, and maybe a few tears, as he spoke his heart out to you and let the crowd hear just how much you have changed him into a loving man.

You partook in “burying the bourbon,” planting a favorite bottle in the ground of your wedding venue, one month prior. Once dug out, you intertwined arms and took shots all night, the heat of the drink and your love enveloping you both. two-stepping through the night on the dance floor, he twirled you expertly and dipped you low to the ground before always leaving a kiss on your lips.

It was during the ceremony that he surprised you, having ordered a mechanical bull for you and the guests to ride. Taking you and himself on the first ride, you laughed so hard you cried at how silly, but fun it was.

Taking you to the airport after the wedding, he had a classic American car with a "Just Married" sign on the back. And of course, the Shadows were your escort to the airport.

Vows:

"My sweetheart, from the moment our stubborn hearts crossed paths, I sensed a connection deeper than what ties us to this life. I will be a guardian of our love, ensuring that it shines brightly in every step I take, and every breath I draw, as you are the whisper that breathes into my greatest devotion.

In the depths of my soul, and the depths of you, I promise to carry our love of shared laughter, whispered promises, and the unspoken bond that will forever be the piece that grounds me in this realm. I vow to live a life worthy of the love you bless me with, to carry forward the lessons you teach me, and to honor the sacrifices we have made to make it this far, together.

Your courage, compassion, and unwavering loyalty will forever inspire me, my angel, whom I vow to cherish and love and you beat your wings to the pulse of my heart.

As I walk this Earth with you by my side, I know that we will be forever united no matter the realm we are in. As our love knows no boundaries, and as we exchange these vows, we will be together, holding each other in a timeless embrace. To the moon and farther, you are my saving grace. ”

Alejandro

Alejandro was excited to celebrate your commitment and love to each other, already planning a massive celebration between each other's families, friends, and Los Vaqueros, who helped set up your beautiful wedding. In true Vaquero fashion, the Wedding Lasso Ceremony was incorporated.

By a thick cord of white rope, the priest tied it around you two in an infinity shape and blessed your unity to eternity. As he read his vows to you, Alejandro tried very hard to not cry but in the last paragraph (and from hearing his own mother’s soft sniffles in the crowd) he had a quiet sob while his eyes found yours, reciting the lines from his heart.

As the ceremony concluded, you and Alejandro rode your horses down the streets of the town, waving and smiling at all who had come out to shout and cheer for your parade of love in La Callejoneada, many throwing rice and flower petals towards you two in a token of celebration. Your wedding was held in an orchard of Mango trees, the meaning of affection and adoration not.

Vows:

"Mi Amor, as we stand together, I vow to be the person you deserve, to love you unconditionally, and to be a witness to your growth and transformation. Our love is a flame that burns brightly, illuminating the path before us, and I am grateful to walk it by your side.

In your eyes, I find the force that drives me to be what you deserve, as you are the most sacred thing to ever cross the path of my heart. Eres mi existencia, la luz que hace que mi sangre lata en mi corazón como siempre ha sido el tuyo. (You are my existence, the light that makes my blood beat into my heart as it has always been yours.)

Mi Vida, in you, I have found a sanctuary where I can be myself, unburdened by the weight of the world. I vow to be your shelter and support, and together, we will create a haven of love and understanding, where we can always find solace and rejuvenation.

Desde este día en adelante, caminaremos juntos por el sendero de la vida, enfrentando los desafíos con valentía y compartiendo las risas y los sueños. Mi amor por ti trasciende las palabras y se manifiesta en cada gesto, en cada mirada, y en cada latido de mi corazón."

(From this day forward, we will walk the path of life together, facing challenges with courage and sharing laughter and dreams. My love for you transcends words and is manifested in every gesture, in every look, and in every beat of my heart.)

Rudy

Rodolfo was ready for a celebration but wanted to keep it intimate to your closest family and friends, and of course, Los Vaqueros as well. You both chose a beautiful wedding venue next to the beach, having the white decorations tied into the beautiful white sand and blue ocean water.

Exchanging Las Arras matrimoniales proved to be heartwarming as the priest and los padrinos y madrinas made sure you felt the love as you became a Parra, a member of their family. You were surprised as Rudy managed to only have his eyes water during his vows but his voice wavered, and he had to clear his throat multiple times while reading them aloud.

That didn’t stop his voice from showing his conviction and devotion; entering the reception, Rudy placed you on a lone chair in the middle of the dance floor and lined up with his men and a mariachi band. Under the sunset, he serenaded you. His voice rang out richly and perfectly, causing tears to stream down your face as your hand laid over your heart to try and keep it still.

Vows:

“Mi Cielo, your presence in my life has been like a symphony, each note perfectly harmonizing with the next. Together, we have created a melody that resonates deep within me. You have become my muse, my inspiration, and the beat of my soul.

Mi Corazón, prometo nutrir nuestro amor como una flor delicada, cuidándolo con cuidado y devoción. Así como un compositor cultiva su obra maestra, yo me haré cargo de nuestro amor, colmándolo de cariño, comprensión y respeto. Nuestro amor florecerá, irradiando su belleza al mundo. (My Heart, I promise to nourish our love like a delicate flower, tending to it with care and devotion. Just as a composer cultivates his masterpiece, I will take charge of our love, showering it with affection, understanding and respect. Our love will blossom, radiating its beauty to the world.)

Our love is a masterpiece, and I promise to protect it with all my being. As we embark on this journey together, I vow to always walk beside you, hand in hand, navigating the twists and turns that life may bring. Our love will be the melody that carries us through, and with you by my side, I am confident that we can conquer anything. En este día y todos los días venideros, me comprometo a amarte con cada fibra de mi ser. (On this day and every day to come, I commit to loving you with every fiber of my being.)

Our love is a melody that sings of devotion and commitment, and I am honored to be the one who shares this beautiful symphony with you.”

König

While planning your wedding, König asked for a deal between you two for the ceremony. If you granted him a private elopement, he would deliver the wedding of your dreams. Deliver he did, as he picked a literal castle for your venue. An enchanting and historic architecture with plants adding to the mystical feel, he made you feel as decadent as two rulers who are together forever more and uniting two kingdoms.

He chose to speak his vows privately to you, with a camera pointed towards you to watch as you both had tears running down your faces at the words spoken softer than any feeling your heart has ever felt before. However, he knew that a party was needed to celebrate your love, so the reception was held in a ballroom that overlooked the forest.

As a man who values his heritage, you and König had a private ‘Brautraub’ where you hid within the castle, waiting for him to figuratively seek and kidnap you as a symbol of starting a new portion of your life with him as he (literally) swept you off your feet and into his arms.

Vows:

"Mein Schätz, our love is vital as the bond between two rulers has created a kingdom of love and unity that reigns within our souls. You are the crown of my life, the sun that illuminates my kingdom. With you, I have experienced the true meaning of love and devotion as you have captured my heart, forever I will honor and protect you, as you are my guiding star that will lead me to my heaven.

Mein Liebling, ich gelobe, unsere Liebe wie ein kostbares Juwel zu hegen und sie mit Hingabe und Aufmerksamkeit zu pflegen. Ich gelobe, unsere Liebe immer zu nähren und sie stärker zu machen als einen funkelnden Diamanten, denn niemand wird jemals meine Hingabe an Dich schmälern. (My darling, I vow to cherish our love like a precious jewel and to nurture it with devotion and attention. I vow to always nourish our love and make it stronger than a sparkling diamond, for no one will ever diminish my devotion to you.)

Meine Sonne und Sterne, I vow to cherish and nurture our bond with tenderness and care. Like a king protects his kingdom, I will guard our love fiercely, shielding it from harm. Our love will stand as a beacon of hope, one that is a testament of royalty, radiating its warmth and beauty to all who witness its majestic journey. Ich liebe dich für immer.”

(Meine Sonne und Sterne = My Sun and my Stars. Ich liebe dich für immer = I love you, forever.)

[milliesfishes]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

[fem reader] contains: kidnapping, childbirth, angst, murder, revenge pairing: coriolanus snow x fem reader summary: yours and coriolanus' daughter is kidnapped author’s note: requested by a very lovely anon- I didn't post with the ask because it has the plot in it, but I hope you know who you are and I hope you enjoy! much love, thank you for sending this in <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

He would kill for you.

That wasn't nothing. It was everything he would do for you summed up in five little words. All one syllable. Forming a threat to any who wronged you.

Coriolanus knew his soul was stained, tainted by the wrongdoings of his past, no matter how justified they were in his survival. Awful or not, he had made it this far, and now he had you. So how bad had it been, really?

You were a heart-shaped, lace-trimmed, sugar-filled surprise whom he'd fallen head over heels for instantly. How was he expected to resist such a treasure, a jewel in the worn crown of the Capitol?

No, you were perfect. And he knew he didn't deserve you. That didn't stop him from courting you, however, from making you promises with sweet kisses in tow. It certainly didn't stop him from spoiling you with both pleasure and pretty things, or from sliding an engagement ring onto your finger.

You were the sparkle in his eye, the shine to his reputation. But more than that, you were his love, his darling. Coriolanus had the best of everything, and his wife was absolutely no exception. You were the best of his best.

When you became pregnant, he was absolutely doting, making a point to spoil you even more than before if that was possible. His hands barely left you, except to reach for his credit card. Being the president, he had leeway to take as much time off of work as he needed to be by your side.

Coriolanus coddled your growing belly, spooning you every night with his arms wrapped protectively around it. He cocooned you with his affection and you made no move to break out of it.

You glowed under the effect of pregnancy, just as he knew you would. It filled him with a sense of pride, seeing you all round and full of his child. It was a sign that you were purely, undoubtedly his.

Childbirth very nearly sent him into a frenzy. Here, nature was taking control. Which meant he had none. Memories and thoughts of his dear departed mother flashed through his mind, and he tried not to let his fear show as he held your hand, smoothing sweaty hair from your face and telling you how well you were doing.

It scared him because his money was useless here.

Regal even as you were birthing his child, you spoke meekly, trying not to squeeze his hand too hard in fear of hurting him. He wanted you to break his hand if you needed to, whatever would alleviate your pain. But no, you were soft and kind even in agony.

When your baby girl slid into the world, he sighed in relief, even if only because your suffering was over. And as the doctor handed her to you, he could see tears shining like pearls on your face. There was that familiar pride. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, lips lingering there for a moment. "You're amazing," he muttered against your skin.

Then he saw his daughter fully for the first time. Coriolanus didn't believe in love at first sight. But now here he was, staring at his little daughter swaddled in your arms. You made a pretty picture. His girls.

Right then and there, his very first vow was remedied. There were two people he'd kill for now.

Penelope Snow was his purest love, held at equal status with you. Affectionately nicknamed 'Penny', she was the absolute apple of his eye. You always said she looked more like Coriolanus, and he supposed he could see it in her blonde hair and blue eyes. But when he really studied her, all he could see was your ethereal beauty reflected in his daughter.

Although Penny was an absolute darling who loved all she met, she was a daddy's girl through and through. He held her whenever he could, bouncing her on his knee and winding a hand through her blonde curls.

Often you would walk in on the sight of him in his study, Penny sleepy against his chest while he dotted i's and crossed t's on some proposal. He'd look up, smiling tiredly and patting his daughter's side. It was heartwarming- how much he loved her.

Because he was a pushover when it came to her, Coriolanus spoiled Penny beyond anything. You worried to him that she'd become some sort of monster because of it, but she remained sweet, always adorably thanking her daddy when he gave her something new. That only encouraged him more.

Penny loved walking in the garden with her parents, playing with her dolls, and reading. You made a point not to let her spend too much time with a nanny, conscious of the way the children of other socialites in your circles clung to their caretakers in place of their parents. When you brought up this concern to Coriolanus, he agreed, carving out time in his schedule to spend as a family.

Not only did he adore Penny, he also adored you as a mother. It filled him with joy to witness you with your daughter, and he let you know in every way possible. He held you closer than ever, hands wandering past your hips, whispering how much he loved you, how in awe he was of you.

It was a wonder you didn't fall pregnant again sooner. Penny was three when you received word from the doctor.

Of course, you both were overjoyed, and thus began his pregnancy routine again. He felt he'd never been happier than now, with his beautiful daughter and enchanting wife. The three of you were splashed across every tabloid in the Capitol. The envy of everyone, Panem's model picture-perfect family.

That was just the way he wanted it.

Coriolanus watched you adjust your earrings in the mirror, silently admiring you from behind. You caught his eye in the mirror, a lovely smile overtaking you. "Tonight, I'm unsure which part of me you're looking at."

When you stood, he was immediately encircling his arms around you, kissing your forehead twice. "All of you. Every bit. You're beautiful."

"Not too much?" you fussed with your dress as you said it, smoothing the sheer red fabric.

"Perfect," he nodded, holding your face in his hands and pressing his lips to your hairline. "You're absolutely ravishing, my love."

You smiled, your eyes sparkling. Reaching your delicate hands up, you smoothed his collar, fixing his tie. "You look so handsome," you said softly, leaning up to kiss him. He didn't care if you got lipstick on his mouth.

"Daddy?" Penny poked her head in, her face lighting up when she saw the both of you. She ran in, burying her little face into Coriolanus' knee. He scooped her up, balancing her on his hip and smiling.

"Isn't Mama pretty?" he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Mama's so pretty," she said with all the sincerity of a child.

You cooed, kissing her cheek and smoothing her hair. "My baby."

Coriolanus gave you a little frown. "We can't take her with us?"

"Oh, she'd be tired halfway through," you slid your arm around his neck, and he wrapped his free one around your waist. "These things go far past bedtime." You stroked your daughter's cheek for a moment. "Penny, give Daddy a kiss so we can get going."

She pressed her lips to Coriolanus' cheek, and he set her down with one last squeeze before she ran off to find her nanny.

Attention turned fully back to you; he thumbed a strand of your hair. "Shall we?"

You nodded, and he gave you a quick kiss before offering you his arm. He helped you down the stairs and into the car. Even though you were in the early stages of pregnancy, that didn't stop him from being overprotective.

The gala was typical of those kinds of events- champagne and allied conversation. It wasn't anything too precarious- you stayed on his arm sipping sparkling cider, playing the diplomatic First Lady wonderfully as you always did.

He could see you getting tired though, about three hours in. Parting ways with the Head Gamemaker, he turned to you, fingers running up and down your waist gently. "Would you like to-"

There was a sharp noise like shattering glass. Coriolanus immediately ducked, bringing you down with him to the floor. Gunshots. Thinking only of you and the baby, Coriolanus held your body close to his, arms protectively wrapped around you, his back facing the direction of the sound.

A hand on his shoulder made him look up, and he saw one of the Peacekeepers gesturing to him. "To the safe room, sir. You and your wife."

Coriolanus stood immediately, gathering you in his arms. You wouldn't be able to run in heels. He carried you hurriedly to where the Peacekeeper directed them, where a few more security and several partygoers were hiding away. A chair was produced, and he set you down, checking to see if you were okay.

Smoothing your hair, he reassured you that everything would be okay. The two of you were safe now. You slid a hand over your belly, inhaling nervously. "How long do you think we'll be here? I'm worried about Penny."

He ran a soothing hand down your face, stroking your cheek. "Penny's fine, sweetheart. She's safe back at the house. It'll be okay."

But still you worried, insisting something didn't feel right. Coriolanus did his best to keep you calm, kneeling at your side and holding your hand and reminding you to breathe steady.

It was nearly an hour later that he noticed the Peacekeepers speaking amongst themselves, casting glances back at them occasionally. He perked up when one started to walk over, his face serious.

Coriolanus stood to meet him, not letting go of your hand. "Has the shooter been apprehended?"

"Yes," the man started, and Coriolanus felt you stand up beside him, squeezing his hand. "But there's been other news."

"What happened?" you asked softly, and Coriolanus wound his arm around your waist, hand slightly over your belly. You touched that hand with your adjacent one, twining your fingers together again.

The man looked grim, and Coriolanus' hold tightened on you. "Sir, your daughter...she's been taken."

You fainted. As soon as the words left his mouth, you crumpled in Coriolanus' arms, and he held on tight, kneeling on the ground and saying your name frantically. He looked up at the bystanders. "Someone get her water!"

Once he heard footsteps hurrying away, he looked back up at the man, face incredulous. "What do you mean, taken?"

He nodded solemnly. "Not fifteen minutes ago. Her caretaker was held at gunpoint, and when she refused to relinquish your child, she was shot. And then they took her. We're trying to figure out where."

"Send every Peacekeeper you can afford," Coriolanus snapped, looking up at the young man. It was funny in a way. He'd once been in that position and now he was giving orders. The thought made his heart soften a bit. "Leave no stone unturned. Find her."

The man saluted and went to tell his comrades. Coriolanus turned his attentions back to you, stroking your cheek and breathing in relief when your eyes fluttered open. He managed a small smile. "Sweetheart...how are you feeling?"

"They took Penny?" you choked, trying to sit up, and he supported you with an arm around your back.

"We're going to find her," he assured, taking the water retrieved by someone nearby and holding it to your lips. "It's going to be okay. She'll be okay."

"You were saying we should bring her...and I said no..." you panicked, your breathing growing unsteady. Coriolanus shook his head, pressing your face to his chest.

"This is not your fault," he whispered into your hair, aware of all eyes on you. "Never. It could never be your fault. They're going to find our daughter. I promise."

You looked up at that. Coriolanus had never made you a promise he couldn't keep, and the certainty in his voice calmed you. He kissed your temple, had you drink more water, and thus began the wait.

It was agony, worrying about his daughter while trying to keep you stable. His mind wandered to the worst possible conclusions, horrible images appearing before his eyes. He waved them off, praying you weren't wondering the same things.

Eventually, the Peacekeepers deemed it safe for everyone to go home. You remained worried, crying softly into Coriolanus' shoulder as he carried you up the stairs into the bedroom. He called for a sleep aid, one of your pregnancy ones, in an attempt for you to get some rest.

The pill kicked in, and he sat beside you, your head in his lap. He idly stroked your hair, anxiety not letting him sleep. The future's possibilities scared him more than anything had before. This is what he fought for. His family, the one thing he wanted to protect more than anything. If he couldn't keep you and your daughter safe, what kind of man was he? What kind of husband? What kind of father?

The phone beside the bed rang, and Coriolanus picked it up instantly as not to disturb you. "What did you find?"

As the person on the other end spoke, his heart beat hopefully. He gave an order in response to the information, and then made a call to send the car to the front. He'd be down in a moment.

Looking down at you, a sense of dread filled him. He didn't want to leave you here, so vulnerable and emotional, especially in your delicate condition. With that in mind, he picked up the phone once more, making a final call.

"...Tigris? You heard the news?" he listened to her for a moment. "Would you come over for a little while? Just until I get back. I don't want to leave her alone...thank you."

Hanging up, he resumed stroking his fingers through your hair, wanting to wake you up and tell you what he was about to do.

But it would only send you into further hysterics. For he'd never told you of that first vow.

Getting out of the car, Coriolanus squinted at the concrete building hidden under the guise of darkness. He looked at the nearby Peacekeeper, who nodded.

Moving swiftly, Coriolanus allowed them to direct him up the stairs, past the freshly murdered bodies splayed bloody across the ground all the way to the top. He barely paid them any mind. The only thing on his mind was Penny.

When he reached the door to the room, there were already several soldiers standing by, guns raised. He could hear noises from the inside, one of which he recognized as his daughter's crying.

The sound spurred him on, and he gave a signaling nod, triggering the head Peacekeeper to kick the door down, a line of his men trailing behind him and shouting things at Penny's captors.

Coriolanus waited a moment before walking in. He surveyed the scene coldly, looking at the men pushed against the wall by the soldiers, held at gunpoint. Then his eyes found Penny. His baby girl.

Messy hair, dusty clothes, scratches on her arms, she was a sorry sight. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks, and his heart broke to see it. He went to her, kneeling in front of the chair where she was tied up and undoing the binds. She sniffled, her chin wobbling. "Daddy...Daddy..."

"Shh, princess." He got the ropes undone, scooping her into his arms and standing up. She leaned her face against his shoulder, one ear against it, and he rubbed her back. Since he was still in his dress shirt from the gala, she mussed his collar with tears, but he couldn't care less. "Daddy's here...Daddy's got you."

Over her shoulder, he gave the head Peacekeeper a look, and then turned back to his daughter. "Close your eyes, Penny. It's going to be very loud for a minute but then we're going to go home."

She nodded into his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut. He steadied one hand over her uncovered ear, and the chaos began.

A dozen fired shots sounded, and Penny winced, but her eyes stayed closed. He dropped a kiss to her hair. She still smelled like the flowery lotion you put on after her baths to keep her skin smooth.

Once the shooting was over, he uncovered her ear, whispering that it was okay, she was safe. She looked up at him with that same sweet smile, despite the fact that she'd been through who knows what. His happy girl.

Then there was another shot. He heard Penny's scream before his brain registered what had happened. It was only when he felt the blood leaking onto his arm that he realized.

Penny was crying, her sobs smashing what was left of his heart. Her arm was bleeding where the bullet had grazed her. The man who'd fired the gun was immediately tackled by a nearby Peacekeeper, who beat him unconscious.

Coriolanus held Penny tight to him, trying to hush her. "Shh, princess, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I've got you. Daddy's got you. Don't worry, baby."

He whispered this to her all the way down the stairs, into the car, and through the ride to the hospital, but she couldn't be calmed. Not that he blamed her-it must have hurt like hell.

It wasn't a problem getting her into a room. The doctors worked quickly, telling him the bullet wasn't lodged in her little arm, that it just needed to be taped up and rested. Still, Penny squirmed when they took bloodwork, cried some more when they stuck an IV in her, and clung to Coriolanus when they came to clean the wound.

He held her through it, ordering the doctors to do everything as gently as possible. She was a three-year-old for heaven's sake.

It was all over soon, not as quickly as he'd have liked, but still. A nurse gave Penny some melatonin, and she was out like a light, sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. He sat beside her, an arm around her sleeping form. Your daughter was safe. That was all that mattered.

Except for one thing.

The door of the car shut behind Coriolanus, and he looked chillingly up at the familiar concrete structure. Once this was all over, he'd have it burned. This place wouldn't taunt his family with its existence any more.

He took his time walking up the stairs. They would have seen that he was here by now, and he wanted to make his captor squirm.

As he casually ascended, his mind dwelled on the events of yesterday. You had come running into the room, still in your beautiful dress from earlier, makeup slightly smudged, but still his stunning wife. Like a magnet you'd been drawn to your baby girl, joining him on the bed and weeping out of pure relief and exhaustion.

Coriolanus had put his arms around both of you, holding his girls tight as you stroked Penny's hair, asking him questions he'd given smooth answers to.

Yes, he'd found her. No, that wasn't his own blood on his shirt. She'd been very scared, but she was going to be okay.

He knew she wouldn't remember most of what happened, thank goodness. The doctor had spoken of memory loss as a trauma response, and he was grateful for it. Not just for Penny's sake, but for yours. You didn't need to know the extent of what had happened that night.

He reached the top floor. Now he was thinking of that sweet, sweet image of you and Penny in his arms, both sleeping against his chest. If he could've commissioned a portrait right then and there he would have.

Penny was safe. Your unborn child was safe. You were safe. And he intended to keep it that way. His status as a husband and father was duly maintained.

There was just one more thing to take care of.

Pausing at the door, he listened for a moment to the groans coming from inside. Pathetic. Deciding he was tired of waiting, Coriolanus pushed the door open, meeting the eyes of the man tied up in the middle of the room, just as his daughter had been twenty-four hours prior.

It was him. The man who'd shot Penny.

The Peacekeeper standing nearby took Coriolanus' suit jacket and handed him his pistol. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, he stared the man dead in the eye. "I assume you've had time to think about the offer."

Glaring up at him, the man spat at his feet. "I'd sooner die."

"You will." Coriolanus didn't flinch. "Either you walk out of here with a sense of dignity and disappear or you never walk out of here with a shot through your head."

To his hidden horror, the man's lips twisted in a wry grin. It was disgusting to behold. "Ain't doin' nothin'. I'll get out. And next time it won't just be your daughter. It'll be that bitch you call a wife-"

Coriolanus pulled the trigger before he could finish. He was tired of listening, of being patient. And after insulting his wife, well, he'd signed his own death warrant.

Handing the pistol back to the Peacekeeper, Coriolanus turned his back to the body, putting his suit jacket back on. Maybe on the way home he'd stop and get you flowers. Yes, that'd be just the thing. And something for Penny too. A new book, perhaps, one of the fairy tale ones she loved so much.

Tonight, he'd erase this man's memory from his mind. He'd tuck Penny in and read her new book out loud as she fell asleep. He'd go to you and pamper you and make love to you as slowly and softly as you wanted. And then he'd sleep soundly knowing his promise had been and would continue to be fulfilled.

It was a kick in the face to anyone who'd ever doubted him.

He would kill for you.

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Moonlight Lovers

Gale Dekarios x Fem! Reader

Tags: 18+, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Bliss

Summary: You and Gale spend a lust filled evening together. One of the many shortly after returning to Waterdeep and getting married.

Word Count: 1.9K

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"The moon is a beautiful sight tonight, isn't it."

You jump as the husky voice appears to suddenly, but you turn around knowing that it's your husband. Gale leans in the doorway of the balcony as you stand at the rail looking up at the stars. You smile as you watch him walk to you, placing a kiss at the temple of your head.

As the cool breeze ruffled your hair, you closed your eyes and leaned into Gale's touch. His presence was a comforting anchor amidst the vastness of the night sky. Together, you both gazed at the luminous moon, its ethereal glow casting a soft radiance over the world below.

It seemed as if time stood still in that moment. The worries and troubles that had plagued you throughout the day melted away. You often sought solace in the late hours of the night, finding solace in the gentle dance between darkness and light.

Lost in your own thoughts, you whispered, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to touch the moon."

Gale chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Oh darling, if only we could reach out and grasp it. But sometimes, it's the beauty of things just beyond our reach that enthralls us the most."

You turned to look at Gale, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of longing and wonder. There was a distant look in his gaze, as if he were envisioning making it a reality. It was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him - his ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.

Lost in the allure of the night, you both continued to stand there. One of his hands holding your waist, as the other grips the rail. The world around you fell away as you found yourselves drifting into a shared reverie.

Suddenly a shooting star streaked across the sky, drawing a gasp of wonder from you. It was as if the universe was responding to your unspoken desires, affirming that there was indeed still magic left in this world.

"You've bewitched me, truly, you are even more stunning than the moon." Gale whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of the wind. "I would give anything to make your dreams come true."

You turned to face him, your heart swelling with love for this man who cherished every ounce of your being. "And I, you," you replied, a tender smile gracing your lips.

He leans in and nuzzles your jawline with his nose. Peppering your skin with light kisses. As Goosebumps prickle your skin, you feel an electric current surge through your veins.

In that moment, you both knew that the moon was not the only thing that held irresistible allure in the night sky. The depth of your love for each other seemed to transcend the earthly realm, reaching heights that only the stars could fathom.

Gale's lips find yours, and the world around you dissolves into a sea of passion and desire. In each kiss, there is an unspoken promise of forever, a pledge to explore the wonders of life together.

"Do you ever regret what we have done?" You ask, the question comes suddenly and without warning. This causes him to stop his shower of his kisses.

Gale pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. His hand gently brushes against your cheek as he speaks, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Regret? Never," he murmurs, his gaze unwavering. "Every step we've taken, every choice we've made, has led us to this moment. And in this moment, I am the happiest man alive."

"I don't regret it either," you reply softly, your fingers intertwining with Gale's. "All those risks we took, all those obstacles we overcame, they were worth it to be here—to be with you."

His face softens, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of gratitude. "To be with you," he echoes, his voice filled with an overwhelming tenderness. "There is nothing in this world I would trade for the love we share."

You're quick to turn and jump in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you against the railing. Kissing him with full passion, you let your love and desire consume you both.

"You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?"

"I might be but I think you've got me in a bind here, Mr. Dekarios."

"How so?"

Biting at his lower lip, and pulling ever so lightly. You hear him groan at the sensation. "Because my body, and soul are forever yours."

Gale's eyes darken with desire as he holds you tighter, his hands roaming over your body. "And mine, my love, belongs to you," he whispers huskily, his voice filled with an intoxicating mix of passion and adoration.

Without breaking eye contact, Gale carries you across the threshold into the bedroom. You had forgotten just how strong your husband was. When he approached the bed, he laid you down gently before climbing above you.

His eyes burn with a hunger that matches your own, igniting a fire within your veins. As he hovers above you, you feel the weight of his desire pressing against your body, a tantalizing promise of the passion to come.

With a feather-light touch, his fingertips trace the contours of your face, leaving a trail of fiery sensations in their wake. His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, an explosion of longing and need.

Clothing becomes an unnecessary barrier as he undresses you with gentle urgency. After freeing your breasts from the night shirt you were wearing, he gently kisses around your nipple before taking it into his mouth.

You arch your back, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The sensation is exquisite. Gale's hands continue to explore every inch of your body, leaving you panting with need.

"I need you," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gale's eyes lock onto yours, the desire within them burning hotter than any flame. He leans down, his lips finding yours once more. This kiss is more intense, more desperate than any you've shared before.

His hands continue to roam over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist. You feel yourself melting into him, your body responding to his touch with a yearning that threatens to consume you both.

As he presses you into the mattress, he lowers his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. You can't help but moan, your body trembling with pleasure.

His fingers trail along your inner thigh, the anticipation building with every stroke. You let out a soft whimper, your body begging for more.

Finally, he reaches the apex of your desire, his fingers lightly caressing your most sensitive spot. You cry out, your hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release.

Gale smiles, his eyes filled with lust. "You're mine, always." he growls, his voice low.

And with that promise, he slides two fingers inside you. You gasp as your body adjusts to the overwhelming invasion. Your hand grips his forearm, nails digging into his flash as he begins to pump his digits into you.

Your body trembles, and your mind is hazy with desire. You can feel him watching you, his gaze makes your heart race even faster.

His fingers continue pushing deeper, stretching you wide as he adds a third.

"Please," you whimper. "Please, I need more."

Gale responds by replacing his fingers with his mouth, his tongue lapping at the delicate folds of your core. The need for release consumes you completely. He knows just what to do, just how to make you come undone.

His tongue keeps searching, delving deeper, threatening to pull you into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body is aflame, your heart pounding against your ribs.

"Gale, I swear to you, if you do not take me right this instant, you will become a widower." You pant through your moans.

At the sound of your plea, Gale removes his mouth from your core and positions himself between your legs. "Come now, we can't have that now can we?"

You feel the swollen head of his erection brush against your entrance. As he pushes in, you gasp, your body stretching to accommodate him. You feel his warmth enveloping you, and you can't help but whimper at the sensation.

He begins to move, his hips swaying in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and your nails digging into his back.

He pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the head of his erection inside you, and then thrusts in deep once more. Your eyes meet, and he leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he continues to move inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and the sensation becomes exhilarating. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every thrust.

"I need you to tell me where to come." He says, his voice hoarse with desire.

Moaning loudly, you respond "Please, Inside me. Come inside me."

"You want me to fill you?" He grunts, as he thrusts in you. "Want to feel my seed spill inside of you." 

"Yes! Gale, fuck yes!" You scream.

His eyes glint with hunger, and he obliges, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. You gasp, your head thrown back in pleasure as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

"So fucking tight," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to make me come"

You reach up, your nails raking across his back, and grimace as you feel his hand cup one of your breasts. His fingers toy with your sensitive nipple, his thumb brushing against it in circles that send shivers down your spine.

Body screaming for release, you know it's close. You arch your back and beg him to keep going. With each thrust you feel his hips hitting against your clit. Your walls begin to clench around him, and you feel yourself tightening, ready to release.

Just when you think you can't take any more, Gale groans and thrusts deeper, harder, driving you over the edge. With a loud cry, you explode around him. Body shaking with pleasure.

His own seed begins to spill into you, filling you completely. As you continue to pant, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Gale's thrusts slow and then stop.

He collapses onto you, his weight heavy but comforting, as his heart beats wildly against your chest in sync with yours. 

You both lie there, spent and breathless, your bodies melded together as one. The sweat from the exertion mingles with the remnants of your passion, leaving your skin glistening in the dim light of the room.

Gently, Gale lifts himself off you, his gaze never leaving yours. He kisses you tenderly, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you can taste the remnants of your lovemaking on his tongue.

As he pulls away, he looks down at your now-swollen lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "That was incredible," he whispers, "You are incredible."

"As are you." You say, gently caressing his face.

Gale pulls up the covers and wraps you in his arms, his body still warm from the passion that just ensued. As he holds you close, your bodies still panting heavily from the exertion, you can help but marvel at the connection you share.

You close your eyes, feeling Gale's heartbeat against your cheek. "I love you more than anything,"

Gale responds with a sigh, "And I, you."

The words linger in the air as you both drift off, your bodies still entwined, and the promise of more passion to come.

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Hot in black

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : shy!reader, mention of insecurities (stretch marks), dry humping, marking, lingerie kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, penetration, unprotected sex, love making, breeding kink, size kink, praising, pet names, possessiveness ( claim reader as his a lot? ), creampie, cockwarming

words count : 2.3k

A/N : hi lovely people, I hope you are doing fine. Here’s a little something I wrote recently. I wanted to try something a little bit different. Since I’m in love with hubby jk, that’s it. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. love y’all. - sunny

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“Jungkook, I don’t know what to say. You’re just so..”

“unpredictable?” he grinned expectantly.

"yea, that’s it." you laughed, shaking your head a little.

You turned around to face your husband, locking eyes with him.

He was so intimidating, you just couldn’t keep eye contact as you turned away to avoid his intense gaze making him smiled at your shyness.

“so?” he cleared his voice.

“do you like it?” he asked a bit hesitantly.

You bit on your bottom lip, looking back at the black lacy lingerie laying on the bed ready to adorn your body.

You looked up at him again smiling shyly.

"I do.” you nodded.

He caressed your burning cheeks bending down a little so his lips were ghosting over yours.

"go wear it for me then." he whispered before pecking your lips.

Jungkook smiled as he watched you disappear to the bedroom connected bathroom with the soft material between your hands.

Staring at yourself in the full length mirror, you wondered how Jungkook would react.

You knew he loved it when you wear black, the way it look on your skin always drive him insane.

You couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of him being horny just because of you wearing a black lingerie.

You opened the bathroom’s door slowly walking out. You were welcomed by your husband laying on the bed waiting for you.

"holy shit.” he cursed as he sat up abruptly.

"Jungkook." you whined, hiding your face behind your hands embarrassed.

“come here my love.” he said as you walked closer to him.

"You’re so-” he bit on his bottom lip, the soft flesh turning white as he stared at you.

"ethereal." he whispered eyes sparkling.

"shut up." you whined again slapping his shoulder.

He laughed before handing you a pair of black stockings.

"here, put these on for me too love.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

"can you?” you asked timidly.

"Of course, darling."

Jungkook got on one knee as he lifted your leg up and rest your foot on his muscular thigh.

He unrolled the thin material along your leg, until it reached the middle of your thigh.

He did the same with your left leg and kissed the inside of your thigh making you closed your eyes at the softness of his lips against your warm skin.

He caressed your thigh, goosebumps raising after the soft touches of his fingertips dancing on your skin.

"you’re so gorgeous, all pretty for me.”

The way his large hands looked on your body made you feel dizzy.

You started to feel the uncomfortable wetness pooling between your legs as wild thoughts started running through your mind.

His eyes were full of lust as he stared at you rubbing your thighs slightly together.

His gaze was so strong, you didn’t even know if you were still breathing.

“stand up for me my love.” he asked as he sat back on the edge of the bed.

You did as he said, his eyes travelling from your chest to your legs.

He took your hands in his gently, pulling you between his spread legs.

“baby, just look at you. You’re so gorgeous. I just want to mark you. All of you. Have my lips on every part of that pretty body of yours. You look like a goddess.” he whispered breathlessly.

"my goddess.” he pulled you closer.

“mine. only mine.” he kissed your tummy, resting his cheek on the soft skin.

“now.” he patted his thighs gesturing you to sit on his lap.

You put your hands on his broad shoulders as he held you delicately.

"I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful and gorgeous wife.” he caressed your sides.

“Just imagine how sexy you would look when you’ll be full of my babies in your tummy. fuck." he groaned blood rushing down to his cock at the thought of you pregnant. 

"Why are you so shy my love?” he asked softly.

“I’m not shy koo!”

“Are you uncomfortable? I don’t-”

“no no no! don’t worry I’m not.” you smiled at him reassuringly.

“you’re so precious… I just want to make love to you.” he whispered looking straight into your eyes.

“I want to love you, to love every single part of you.” he kissed you cheek lovingly.

“Jungkook.” you moaned softly, his hands resting on your hips.

“Can we?” he asked.

“I’m all yours babe.” he groaned at your words.

“I love you.” he captured your lips into a soft and passionate kiss.

Jungkook sucked on your bottom lip, pulling the soft flesh between his teeth.

You started grinding on his bulge slowly, feeling how hard he was already.

You moaned when he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, his hands pressing you harder on his boner.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, make you feel good sweetheart.” he groaned.

His hands roamed all over your body making goosebumps raised after his touches.

You looked into each other’s eyes for awhile little smiles adorning your lips.

"I love you so much y/n.”

“I love you so much Jungkook.”

Taking your time, you unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing his well-built body.

He helped you take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the carpeted floor.

Bending down to kiss his neck, you sucked little marks there and then, leaving little souvenirs for tomorrow morning.

"you’re so handsome.” you murmured softly.

Jungkook’s ears turned red at the compliment.

"You’re so cute when you’re shy.” you caressed his cheek.

“hey! stop, I’m not shy!”

“Well, now.” he suddenly laid you down gently on the bed.

“It’s my turn to worship this beautiful body of yours.” he hovered over you and started kissing your jaw, his lips travelling down to your neck.

He took his sweet time on decorating the skin with purplish and dark flowers.

Leaving some pretty marks from your collarbones, chest and down to your stomach, Jungkook looked down at you as he sat on his knees.

“look at you, covered with all of these.” his fingertips grazing over the sensitive marked skin.

“you look like art, a masterpiece. My masterpiece. Mine.”

“Jungkook.” you groaned.

“you’re praising too much.”

“I’m not. I just want to tell you how beautiful you are.” he smiled as you caressed his cheek lovingly.

He bent down again, continuing his path down until he reached your panties.

He spread your legs making room for him to lay between them.

Jungkook stopped for a while to admire your stretch marks on the inside of your thighs.

“Koo?” you said confused as he caressed the skin delicately, tracing each little lines, each little marks.

“W-what are you doing?” you tried to back up a little to close your legs, but your husband held your waist firmly to keep you still.

“don’t look at them please.” you said quietly.

“I don’t like them .. I find them ugl-”

“stop.” he interrupted you sternly.

He sat on his knees again staring down at you.

“don’t say that. I find them beautiful.”

 “how can you say that?”

"y/n, I find them kind of special y'know. They are like little drawings. They’re decorating your body. They look so good on you. So please, don’t ever say that again, don’t be so insecure. You’re beautiful.“ he said bending down to place a soft kiss on them. 

“they look like lightnings. I had to get myself tattooed one and you have them for free?" 

“i’m jealous! gimme some.” he pouted playfully.

Being insecure with Jungkook was impossible. He’s always cheering and hyping you up.

He was sincere and serious when he talked like that. He always reminded you that he loves you the way you are. (so cuties, love yourselves.)

He smiled lovingly against your skin. His kisses were so warm, you couldn’t get enough of them.

His lips were getting higher until they got on the hem of your panties.

He gave you one last look, before kissing your light covered clit making you moan.

He placed his hands on your hips, looking up at you for permission before sliding your panties off your legs slowly.

He put one of your leg over his shoulder, connecting his lips with your glistening ones. 

He started eating you out, his tongue pushing inside your entrance painfully slow.

"go faster please." you gripped on his black locks as he inserted two fingers at once.

You threw your head back in the pillows, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of his long digits going in and out of you.

He sucked on your clit to add stimulation, enough to make you weak.

Jungkook knew you were about to come s as your walls started clenching around his fingers.

Before you could cum, he pulled away with a little smirk plastered on his lips as he placed your leg down.

“Why?” you groaned loudly.

“Even if I want to eat you out all night, I want you to come around me first”.

You took a pillow to cover your embarrassed face making him laugh before getting out of the bed.

Jungkook pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, taking your hands placing them on his belt.

Getting the hint, you unbuckled his belt eagerly.

“That’s my good girl.” he whispered lowly as he watched your fingers played with the zipper of his pants.

He got rid of his pants before you placed your hands on the waistband of his boxer timidly.

Jungkook pushed your hands away gently shaking his head slowly.

“huh huh, not tonight darling.”

He sat beside you, placing his hand over your bra strap.

“Can I?” you nodded as he unhooked the soft material covering your breasts, now discarded somewhere.

Jungkook let a breathy moan pass by his lips at the sight of your bare body displayed for him, only for him.

“So pretty.” he said, barely audible.

You couldn’t help but felt extremely shy. Seeing how you tried to close your legs, your hands covering your chest, he could only crave you more.

He got rid of his boxer before hovering over your bare body.

“if only you could see yourself the way I see you.” he took your hands gently in his,  putting them on each sides of your head.

“tell me if you want me to stop at any moment, hm?”

You nodded earning a soft peck on your cheek.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly between your folds making you whimper at the contact.

He pushed in carefully making sure not to hurt you as he peppered soft kisses on your neck, to distract you from the pain.

“You’re fine?” you nodded reassuring him.

“are you?“ you asked softly.

Jungkook chuckled before nodding.

“I’m gonna move, don’t forget, let me know if it hur-“

“don’t worry Koo.“ you cut him off, a smile adorning your lips.

You kissed his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he moaned into the kiss feeling your tongue stroking the plump flesh.

You moaned at the sight of the bulge in your lower stomach as you looked down.

Jungkook took your hand and laid it over the little bump pressing on it slightly making the both of you moan loudly.

“fuck.. baby you’re so.. look we can see my cock inside you.” he groaned between breath.

You whimpered as he bit on your shoulder blade, the little pression on the bulge making him feel lightheaded.

You threw your head back, trying to catch your breath as your husband picked up the pace, his cock hitting on your g-spot making your walls convulsed around him.

He moaned lowly at the warm sensation of you tightening around him.

“fuck baby, I can’t-” he breathed out.

“Jungkook, please harder please-“ he didn’t let you finish your sentence as he went faster, hips slamming into yours at each thrusts, making the headboard hit the wall again and again.

“fuck! yes!”

He put one of your stocking-covered leg over his shoulder, getting more access to hit deeper.

He kept on hitting that spot that could make you see stars repeatedly as you pulled on his black locks.

“shit you feel so good!” you cried out, holding on his shoulder.

“are you gonna cum baby?“ he asked breathless.

”yes! yes!“

Jungkook bent down, kissing your breasts, his lips cascading down slowly, sucking softly on your erected nipple, tongue rubbing on the hard bud.

Your nails were buried deep into the flesh of his back, scratching the soft skin as your legs started trembling.

He put your leg back down as he felt his own orgasm coming.

He held your hands at each sides of your head as he intertwined your fingers.

“fuck! you want to have my babies in your little tummy huh my love?” he moaned loudly.

“yes Jungkook yes i want-.”

“you want them so bad huh.. then take them all. Can’t wait for you to walk around carrying my children, can’t wait to see your big bump. I’m so fucking close.”

“me too!“

“i love you y/n.” he said out of breath.

“I love you Koo.“ you moaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your orgasm washed over you.

Jungkook coming inside after a few strong thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of yours as he stayed inside you, leaving lazy wet kisses on your neck.

“that was-”

"wow." you laughed.

“did I go too hard?”

“no! you were perfect babe. I mean you didn’t go too hard.” you said shyly.

“how can you still be shy? you so cute.” he pinched your cheek.

“shut up.” you hit the back of his head playfully making him laughed before cuddling you, his face resting on your chest as you stroked the back of his neck playing with his hair until he talked again.

“you’re hot in black by the way.” he grinned.

“but you’re gonna be hotter pregnant”. he bit on your collarbone gently before pecking the spot.

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A/N : gotta write something for my ladies not loving their stretch marks enough! 😤 sorry for being less active, I’ve been busy and I’m feeling sick these days. But I’m still alive hehe. Love y’all. Thank you for reading :)

[corrupte3d-mindz]

Heyy I absolutely love your writings! I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to write something with young Cillian and older, more experienced fem reader.

Ageless Beauty

(27) Cillian Murphy x (40) F! Past Model Reader Summary: Cillian just has a really amazing girlfriend, who loves him so~ Wordcount: 5.3k Warnings: She’s like 6’2 btw

smut, sub! Cillian, sloppy kissing, jerking off, handjobs, edging, moaning, whimpering, whining, begging, lap sitting, teasing, dommy mommy?!.

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy living room. Cillian lay sprawled on the couch, his long limbs comfortably stretched out as he held a book in his hands.

It was one she had recommended to him a week ago, a captivating novel that had quickly drawn him in. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his blue eyes moved swiftly across the pages, absorbed in the story. In the kitchen, the sounds of breakfast being prepared filled the air. The sizzle of bacon, the gentle clatter of pans, and the aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee created a comforting symphony that blended perfectly with the quiet morning. She moved gracefully around the kitchen, her tall, statuesque figure a testament to her past as a runaway model. Despite her glamorous history, she was down-to-earth and sweet, qualities that Cillian adored about her.

"Honey~..." Her voice was a melodic call from the kitchen, cutting through the tranquil silence.

"Hm-?" Cillian peeped his head over the back of the couch, his curiosity piqued. He saw her in the kitchen, now plating their breakfast with a practiced ease. She turned her head to look at him, her high sitting-bun bobbing with each movement, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She gestured toward the dining table, where she had already set out the plates. "Breakfast is ready, come on over."

Cillian smiled, dog-eared the page of his book, and placed it carefully on the couch. He quickly walked around the couch, his movements fluid and eager. As he approached the table, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her already sitting down and taking a bite of her breakfast. She looked stunning, almost ethereal, her natural beauty enhanced by the simplicity of the morning.

"God, you look so pretty," he thought to himself, marveling at how she could look like a model even in such a casual setting. Well, after all she was one some years ago. Her hair, tied up in a high ponytail, swung gently with every little motion she made, adding an element of playfulness to her elegance.

He took his seat across from her, his eyes still drinking in the sight of her. She had made an impressive spread – homemade pancakes, crispy bacon, perfectly cooked eggs, toast, and of course, the freshly brewed coffee that now filled the room with its rich aroma. The sight and smell of the breakfast made his stomach growl in anticipation. She suddenly remembered something. "Crap- the coffee..." She got up swiftly, her movements graceful despite the urgency. She poured two cups of coffee, making each to their own liking – his with just a splash of milk and a touch of sugar, hers black and strong. She walked back to the table, balancing the cups with ease.

Cillian reached out for his cup, his fingers brushing against hers as he took it from her. "Thank you, love," he said, his Irish accent giving the words a soft, musical quality.

She smiled softly, her eyes warm with affection. "Sorry for forgetting it, truly," she said, her voice filled with genuine contrition.

He took a sip of the coffee, savoring the perfect balance of flavors. "No need to apologize, it's perfect," he assured her, his eyes meeting hers with a look of gratitude. "You always make the best coffee."

She chuckled, a light, airy sound that filled the room. "I try my best," she said, taking a sip of her own coffee. She watched him as he began to eat, noting the way he seemed to relish every bite. It made her happy to see him enjoying the meal she had prepared. As they ate, they chatted about the book he was reading, about how the characters and plot had gripped him. He animatedly described a particular scene, his hands gesturing as he spoke, his blue eyes bright with enthusiasm. She listened intently, a smile playing on her lips, loving how passionate he got about things that interested him.

He paused for a moment, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I love mornings like this," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Just you and me, a good book, and an amazing breakfast."

She reached across the table, placing her hand over his. "Me too, Cill," she said softly. "It's the little things that make life special."

He nodded, squeezing her hand gently. "Absolutely," he agreed. "It's these moments that I treasure the most."

They continued to eat in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds the clinking of cutlery and the occasional sip of coffee. The comfortable quiet was a testament to their deep connection, a bond that didn't always need words to be felt. After finishing their breakfast, she leaned back in her chair, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "That was delicious," she said, a satisfied smile on her face. "I think I might have outdone myself this time."

Cillian laughed, a rich, warm sound that filled the room. "You always outdo yourself," he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Every meal you make is a masterpiece."

She blushed slightly at the compliment, her cheeks tinged with a delicate pink. "You're too kind," she said, her voice soft.

Cillian lay comfortably on the couch, the soft blanket enveloping him and his girlfriend as they watched a show together. Her long arms wrapped around him, making her the big spoon—a role reversal he found endearing and comforting. He nestled closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his back. The flicker of the TV screen cast a gentle glow over the living room, but his thoughts began to drift away from the show.

"Hey... uhh, do you still have those modeling photos of you?" he asked, his voice low and casual, with a hint of curiosity.

She looked at him with a playful smile. "Yeah, Cill...? Where are we going with this?"

"I just wanted to look at them again... is that okay?" he replied, his Irish accent softening the edges of his words.

"Oh, it's okay most definitely," she said, her smile widening as she gazed into his eyes.

He smiled back, a dreamy expression on his face as he found himself lost in her beautiful brown eyes. She always had that effect on him, pulling him into a trance with just a glance.

"Cill—hello..." she called out, breaking his reverie.

He snapped back to reality, blinking a few times. "Yeah, sorry for that, kinda got lost in your eyes again..."

She blushed heavily, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. It was easy to make her blush, but with him, it was like she melted in his hands whenever he complimented her, even with the corniest lines.

"Well, scoot over so I can get up to go get the photos you wanted to look at," she said, nudging him gently.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," he murmured, shifting to give her space.

She stood up gracefully, her height and poise evident as she walked away from the living room and into the hallway. She headed to the closet where she stored the photos, in a big old shoebox. Opening the door, she didn't even have to stand on her tiptoes like he did; she simply reached up and grabbed the box with ease. Closing the door, she turned and sauntered back to him, her model's walk still as seductive as ever. Cillian watched her with a mixture of admiration and longing, his eyes tracing the graceful lines of her body. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs in a crisscross applesauce position, and he quickly moved to sit in her lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck as she opened the shoebox; Sending shivers down his spine.

Inside were polaroids and glossy photo cards, some signed by other models she admired at the time. Cillian picked up a photo, his fingers brushing lightly over the image. "Drop dead gorgeous... truly," he said, his voice tinged with awe.

He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit he had whenever he felt overwhelmed by his emotions. She noticed his unease but couldn't immediately tell why. She stroked his arm soothingly, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"You okay, love?" she asked softly, her concern evident in her tone.

"Yeah, just... it's incredible, y'know? Seeing these photos, how beautiful you are... it's a bit overwhelming," he admitted, his eyes still fixed on the picture in his hand.

She smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "Well, I’m right here, Cill. You don’t need to look at photos to see me."

"I know, but... it's like seeing a different side of you. The confident, glamorous model. It's mesmerizing," he said, finally tearing his gaze away from the photo to look at her.

She chuckled, a soft, melodious sound. "You’re sweet, you know that?"

"Only for you…" he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

They spent the next few minutes going through the photos, each one sparking a memory or a story. He listened intently as she recounted the moments behind the images, her voice a soothing background to the vivid memories. His fingers traced the edges of the photos, feeling the texture of the glossy paper, each touch grounding him in the reality of the moment. As they delved deeper into the box, Cillian came across a particularly striking photo. It was a black-and-white shot of her in a high-fashion pose, her eyes fierce and captivating. He held it up, showing it to her. "This one... this one's my favorite."

She looked at it and nodded, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "That was one of my first big shoots. I remember being so nervous."

"Didn't look it. You look like you own the world," he said, his admiration clear.

"Thanks, Cill," she said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

He turned his head slightly, catching her lips with his. The kiss was tender and slow, a gentle reaffirmation of their love. When they finally pulled apart, they both smiled, the connection between them stronger than ever.

Cillian's head leaned back against her chest, the cool touch of the glossy photos lingering in his mind, each image a stark reminder of her breathtaking beauty. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a soft sigh, trying to calm the stir of emotions and the physical reaction her presence provoked. The photos, scattered and half-organized in the box, told a story of a time when she was the center of every room, every catwalk, every camera’s eye. The allure of her long legs, the confidence in her eyes, the elegance in every pose – it was almost too much to take in all at once. She reached out with her long, graceful arms, gathering the remaining photos, her movements fluid and almost hypnotic. Her fingers delicately traced the edges of the glossy prints, her touch gentle yet decisive, a testament to the control and poise she’d mastered over the years. As she slid the box across the couch, the subtle rustle of the photos inside was the only sound breaking the silence between them. Her presence, her scent, the warmth of her body enveloping him – it was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

Cillian shifted slightly, trying to adjust his position on her lap without drawing attention to the growing discomfort. He clenched his jaw, his breath hitching as he felt a flush of heat rise to his face. "Fuck... fuck..." he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible, a desperate attempt to release some of the tension.

She tilted her head, her eyes softening with concern as she looked down at him. "What’s the matter, baby?" Her voice was soothing, a gentle caress that only intensified the turmoil within him.

"Nothing—" he started, his voice faltering as he tried to brush off her question, the lie hanging heavy between them.

"Don’t lie to me because it doesn’t sound like nothing," she insisted, her tone firm yet tender, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, grounding him with her touch.

He turned his head away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. His hand instinctively moved to cover his crotch, a futile attempt to hide the evidence of his arousal. "I didn’t think it would have this bad effect on me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Last time it wasn’t as bad; but you get the idea..."

Her eyes widened slightly in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ohhhhh—sorry...?" she offered, a mix of amusement and empathy in her voice.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, despite his discomfort. "Yeah, well, you’re not exactly making it easy, love," he replied, his Irish accent thickening with the hint of a smile.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, her breath warm against his skin. "You’re too sweet, you know that?" she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "But you don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s just us."

Cillian felt a wave of relief wash over him at her words. She had a way of making everything seem less daunting, her presence a calming balm to his frayed nerves. He shifted again, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the heat between them was undeniable.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his arm.

He shook his head, letting out a sigh. "Not much to talk about, really. Just... you’re stunning, and it’s a bit overwhelming sometimes."

She smiled softly, her fingers gently brushing a lock of his dark hair behind his ear. The intimacy of the gesture sent a shiver down his spine. Her eyes, filled with tenderness and a hint of nostalgia, met his. He could see the memories playing out behind those eyes, the life she had lived and the stories those photos told. She took a deep breath, the rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm against his back.

"Do you want me to help get rid of it?" she asked, her voice soft but steady.

Her question hung in the air, the implications of it settling heavily on his mind. His breathing quickened, heart pounding in his chest like a drum. It was as if a bomb had been set off inside his mind, the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had been grappling with his own dirty demons, the weight of his thoughts becoming just too much to bear. Her offer was both a lifeline and a challenge, a way to confront the painful arousal that had been gnawing at him.

"Pl-please..it hurts..like a lot," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His beautiful blue eyes, usually so calm and composed, were now filled with a painful arousal. The vulnerability in his gaze was a stark contrast to the confident man the world knew him to be.

Her gentle chuckle broke the silence, a melodic sound that reverberated through his chest as she leaned back, pulling him with her. Cillian’s head came to rest against her collarbone, his eyes closing as he savored the comfort of their closeness. Her fingers traced idle patterns along his arm, a tender touch that sent shivers down his spine. He felt her lips, soft and warm, press against the crook of his neck. The sensation was electric, a sweet torment that made his breath hitch. She started slow, her kisses light and delicate as they traveled from his neck to his collarbone. Each touch of her lips was a promise, a silent declaration of her affection. Cillian’s body responded instinctively, a low, throaty sound escaping his lips. She loved these moments, the intimacy of their connection, and the way he surrendered so completely to her touch. His reactions were always genuine, unfiltered, and today was no different.

“A-ah… d-don’t tease me like that…” he murmured, his voice a blend of plea and desire. His Irish accent thickened by the urgency of his words. He fumbled with the strings of his sweatpants, the double knot proving to be a stubborn obstacle. His fingers, usually so deft and capable, now felt clumsy and ineffectual.

She watched him with a mix of amusement and affection, her kisses never ceasing even as he struggled. Her breath was warm against his skin, each exhale a caress that left him trembling. The sound of his frustration, tinged with longing, was a melody to her ears. She reached down, her fingers brushing against his, and gently pushed his hands away.

“Let me help you,” she whispered against his skin, her voice low and soothing. She took the strings in her hands, deftly untying the knot with practiced ease. His eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked up at her. There was gratitude in his gaze, but also something deeper, a reflection of the bond they shared.

Cillian's breath hitched as he felt her delicate fingers curl around his throbbing cock, the thin barrier of his boxers doing little to diminish the intensity of her touch. His head leaned back against her shoulder, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the column of his throat. Each breath he took was ragged, labored, as if she were stealing the very air from his lungs with every deliberate stroke. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the warmth of her body enveloping him as he sat nestled in her lap. Her soft chuckle vibrated through his back, sending shivers down his spine. Her fingers danced over the vein running the length of his shaft, the touch maddeningly light, yet electrifying. His body reacted instinctively, a guttural moan escaping his parted lips as he grunted, the sound echoing through the quiet room. His right hand clung to her thigh, nails digging into her flesh as a means of anchoring himself to the reality of the moment. The sensation was almost too much to bear, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. He bit down on his lower lip, the sharp sting grounding him momentarily. But it wasn't long before he was lost again, drowning in the sensation of her hand teasing him through his thin boxers.

"Jesus Christ, love," he muttered, his voice a gravelly whisper, thick with his Irish accent. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Her laugh was a melodic counterpoint to his rough voice, a sweet sound that only heightened his arousal. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Would that be such a bad way to go, Cillian?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, his hand tightening its grip on her thigh. "No, darlin', it wouldn't be a bad way at all." His words were barely coherent, each syllable strained with the effort to maintain some semblance of control.

Cillian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing quickened with anticipation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a raw vulnerability, a stark contrast to the confident, enigmatic persona he often displayed. He tilted his head back slightly, feeling the gentle yet firm pressure of her thumb as it brushed against the damp spot that was from the tip of his cock, it had been enough pre-cum to soak through the boxers fabric. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, causing his breath to hitch momentarily. His eyes fluttered closed, the intensity of the moment overwhelming his senses.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. The faint brush of her lips against his skin made his heart race even faster. “Come on, pretty boy, let mommy hear that pretty voice you have~” Her words were a soft murmur, a blend of teasing and command that sent a jolt of desire through him. Her voice, smooth and sweet, carried a hint of an accent, a reminder of her past, exotic and alluring.

A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips, his body responding to her touch and words in a way that he couldn’t control. He felt her smile against his ear, a satisfied hum of approval vibrating through her chest. She loved drawing these reactions from him, reveling in the power she held over him in these intimate moments. Her thumb continued its slow, deliberate movements, each stroke eliciting a new wave of pleasure that coursed through his body. Cillian’s hands clutched both of her thighs, his nail’s digging into her soft flesh, as he tried to anchor himself. His mind was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, the line between pleasure and torment blurring with each passing second. He let out another soft moan, his voice cracking slightly. “Ah… please…” His accent thickened, the desperation clear in his voice. He wasn’t sure what he was pleading for – release, more, or perhaps a moment to catch his breath – but he knew he needed something from her, something only she could provide.

Cillian's breathing was ragged, each exhale a shaky sigh as he felt her fingers tugging at the waistband of his boxers. The anticipation was electric, his body buzzing with a mixture of nerves and desire. He tilted his head back, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he closed them, trying to steady his racing heart. His usually composed facade was stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and exposed under her gaze. She pulled his boxers down, then gently but painfully slowly, pulling down his sweatpants; the cool air hitting his throbbing cock and causing it to twitch in response. A low groan escaped his lips, the sound raw and unfiltered. He opened his eyes, the intensity of the moment reflected in his stormy blue gaze. She wrapped her hand around his cock, her touch light and teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His breath hitched, his body tensing with anticipation. His breath stuttered, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he glanced down at himself. His cock, rigid and throbbing, was a testament to his arousal, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The sight was almost embarrassing, yet intensely arousing. Her soft, amused hum reverberated through him, a sound that both comforted and tantalized.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Such a mess, my sweet boy." Her fingers wrapped around his length, her grip firm but not tight, just enough to make him keenly aware of every inch of his arousal. She wrapped her slender fingers around his length, her touch light and teasing at first. The initial contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, his hips instinctively bucking towards her hand. She began to stroke him slowly, agonizingly slowly, her movements deliberate and controlled. Each stroke was a tantalizing mix of pleasure and frustration, the pace just enough to keep him on edge but not enough to push him over it. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the whimpers that threatened to escape his throat, his body trembling with the effort.

Cillian's head fell back against her shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to steady his breathing. Each stroke was a maddening tease, a promise of more that was always just out of reach. He could feel his body responding to her touch, his hips bucking involuntarily in an attempt to increase the friction. A low, desperate moan escaped his lips, his voice thick with need. "Please... please, faster..." His accent, thick with desperation, added an extra layer of rawness to his plea.

"Shh... mommy knows what she's doing, baby," she murmured, her voice a soft, soothing purr in his ear. The words sent a shiver down his spine, his mind spinning at the mixture of affection and dominance in her tone. He could feel the corners of her lips curve into a smile against his neck, her breath warm and tantalizing.

Her thumb brushed over the sensitive tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp gasp from his lips. "Patience, pretty boy," she cooed, her tone a blend of affection and command. "You'll get what you need, but in my time." Her words were a balm and a torment, a reminder of the power she held over him in this intimate exchange. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the softness of her skin. The sensation of her skin beneath his touch grounded him, a tether in the storm of his arousal. Her strokes continued, each one a deliberate, calculated move to bring him closer to the edge without letting him tip over. The pleasure was intense, a slow burn that spread through his entire body, leaving him trembling with need.

"Please..." he whispered again, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, I need you..."

He felt a mix of frustration and exhilaration, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. The need for release was a constant, throbbing ache, yet there was a thrill in surrendering to her control, in knowing that she held the power to give or withhold pleasure at her whim. His breathing grew ragged, each inhale a struggle as he fought to keep from begging outright. His hands clutched at her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh as if seeking an anchor.

"God, you're beautiful like this," she whispered, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "So desperate, so needy... my perfect little slut." The words sent a jolt of arousal through him, his cock twitching in her hand. He let out a whimper, a sound that was part plea, part surrender. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the precipice of release looming ever closer, yet she kept him suspended in that exquisite agony, her touch never faltering.

Her free hand trailed up his shirt and his chest, fingers dancing lightly over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She pinched his nipple, the sudden spike of pain mingling with the pleasure, intensifying the sensations coursing through him. "Such a good boy," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm even as her actions drove him to the brink of insanity. "Just let go, Cill~ Let mommy take care of you." He was trembling now, his body a live wire of sensation. Each stroke of her hand, each whisper in his ear, was a step closer to the edge, a step further into the abyss of pleasure and surrender. He could feel his muscles tensing, the heat pooling in his core, building to a crescendo. His moans grew louder, each one a desperate plea for release. "Please... I can't... I need..."

"Not yet," she chided gently, her pace slowing even further, if that were possible. The denial was exquisite torture, his entire body screaming for the release she denied him. He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, the intensity of the need overwhelming. "Trust me, love. Trust that I know exactly what you need."

He did trust her, implicitly. Even in the throes of this agonizing pleasure, he knew she had his best interests at heart, knew that she would take him to heights he couldn't reach on his own. Her strokes became a fraction faster, a fraction firmer, each movement a promise of the release that still eluded him. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice soft and sultry. “You're doing so well. Just a little longer." He could hear the affection in her tone, the pride in his submission, and it spurred him on, gave him the strength to endure. Time seemed to stretch, each second an eternity as she continued her slow, torturous rhythm. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His moans were a constant stream now, a symphony of need and surrender. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the precipice of release looming ever closer, yet still just out of reach.

"Please... I need... please, just a little faster," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. " I can't... I need to cum... please, let me cum..." His words tumbled out in a frantic stream, each plea more urgent than the last. He was beyond pride, beyond any sense of dignity, reduced to a quivering, needy mess in her hands.

She smiled, a slow, predatory smile that he could feel more than see. "Not yet, love. Just a bit longer. I want to see you break for me."

His eyes squeezed shut, his mind a haze of need and desire. He could feel the pressure building, a relentless force that threatened to consume him. Every fiber of his being ached for release, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "Please..." he whispered again, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need it... I can't take it anymore... please..."

"Shh, just a bit longer," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "You're doing so well, my love. Just hold on for me." Her words were a mix of praise and command, the authority in her tone making his cock twitch in her hand. He could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled and strained under her touch. It was a beautiful sight, a testament to the power she held over him.

"God, please... I need to cum... I need it so bad," he moaned, his voice breaking with desperation. "Please, I'm begging you... let me cum.." His accent was thick, the desperation clear in his tone. He was on the brink, the edge so close he could almost taste it. His body ached for release, every muscle straining with the effort to hold back.

She smiled, her hand finally quickening its pace. "That's it, baby. Let go for me." Her words were a command, a promise, a lifeline. He could feel the tension in his body snap, the coil of desire unraveling as his orgasm crashed over him. His moans filled the living room, a symphony of pleasure and relief as he spilled into her hand.

With a final, forceful thrust in her hand; Cillian cried out, his voice a mix overstimulation and pleasure. His body convulsed, the release hitting him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a near blinding intensity. Ropes upon ropes of hot, sticky cum spilled out from his twitching cock, coating her pretty hand, his stomach, his boxers & sweatpants and I bit of the couch. The once well put together Cillian Murphy was now a panting and groaning mess, a stark contrast to his own otherwise calmness an hour before. His hands and nails had practically dug all the way through her thighs; He probably broke skin as well, he couldn’t help it the way she had a hold on him; was a death sentence but he didn’t mind dying a couple of times.

"Are you okay, Cillian?" Her voice, soft and caring, broke the peaceful silence that just blanketed them after the very intimate moment, they just had. Her fingers gently stroked his hair, a gesture of reassurance that grounded him in reality.

He tilted his head back and he looked up at her with a faint smile, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of gratitude and awe. "I think I just died and came back," he admitted in a hushed tone, his Irish accent coloring his words with a touch of poetic charm. His thumb trembled slightly as he raised it in a shaky thumbs-up gesture, a playful attempt to lighten the mood.

Author's Notes:

We love same day delivery! Also yay, I love getting requests! TYSM I LOVE YOU POOKIE!! 27 is like young right? but hey he’s 48 and looks 38; idk man

But the funniest thing is, is I dead ass had a dream that somebody was gonna ask for a request! I guess I have intuition.

BTW I CANNOT REALLY SEE HIM AS A DOM UNLESS ITS IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS..HE’S EITHER A SWITCH! OR A WHINY SUB!!

[smittenwithsmoker]

she’s got oceans tucked away in her hair, poems swim under her skin -Sanober Khan

Sanji x fem mermaid!reader

The chef had many dreams. He would become the greatest chef in the world. He would find the All Blue and finally cook with ingredients from all four seas to create the most delicious dishes the world had ever known. He would travel around the Grand Line with his friends in pursuit of his dreams and theirs. But perhaps the dream he’d held even longer, a dream which graced him every night for as long as he could remember, was to meet a mermaid. In his sleep, an ethereal voice called out to him with a siren song, whispered his name in his ear so clearly that he awoke thinking she’d be right beside him. He could envision her silvery tail, the eyes as blue as the ocean she lived in, the long flowing hair that floated around her in the water entirely weightless. Despite having never met the woman in his dreams, Sanji was so entirely sure she was real and that she was calling out for him.

He met her in a storm. The Thousand Sunny was conquering waves that seemed impossibly large and navigating through the swells with ease. Sanji stood at the helm, following Nami’s directions until he saw a flash of silver in the water. At first, he thought it was a trick of the light, lightning reflecting oddly off the sea surface. However, Sanji knew at the second glance exactly what it was. So without a second thought, the chef yelled to his crew mates to take the helm and he dove off the side of the ship.

Sanji found her quickly, the silvery tail shimmering even in the murky, tumultuous waters. As he got closer, he heard his name being echoed through his head in a soft lilt, song like in its cadence. Her tail was caught in a net that had likely come undone from a fishing vessel in the storm and she was thrashing, trying to free herself but only becoming more tangled. She saw him approaching and he swore that when her eyes met his, that he knew her already. Her hands reached out to his and he clasped his larger ones around hers and held on as a current pushed against his body. Pulling himself closer to her, he reached for the small knife in his pocket and began to cut the net.

Once freed, her hands found his again. She looked at him, a soft smile on her face as one hand moved to caress his cheek. In his surprise, Sanji released the air from his chest and his lungs began to burn. A frown overtook her features and began to swim with him. A mermaid was the fastest creature in the ocean and within seconds, they were at the surface and approaching the Thousand Sunny.

Sanji gulped in breaths of air but did not let go of her hand as he made sure the woman of his dreams did not escape him. Her hand rested on his neck as she leaned in, first kissing both of his cheeks and then pressing her lips to his. As her lips moved with his, he could hear her voice in his head.

“You found me my love. My Sanji. My pirate. Thank you for saving me as I once saved you. I have to return to the sea but I shall find you again some day. Until then, we will meet in your dreams. I love you.”

Sanji stared at her as their lips parted and a wave crashed over the two of them. She held on so tight to him and his hands hurt from the biting cold of the water and how tightly he was grasping hers. Luffy reached down to him to pluck him from the water and his hands finally slipped from hers. She smiled up at him and blew him a final kiss before disappearing under the surface of the ocean, a swish of her silver tail the last thing he saw.

The crew thought he was hallucinating. They had seen no mermaid, only saw Sanji fall overboard and then surface before Luffy rescued him. It must’ve been a dream they told him. He almost believed them until he went to bed that evening. In his sleep, he heard the empyreal sound of her voice ringing through his head as she said his name before she appeared before him, silvery tail splashing as she made her way to where he sat on the beach.

“Who are you?” he asked the shimmering goddess before him. She smiled and reached out to clasp his hand.

“I am yours, Sanji Vinsmoke,” she retorted with a delicate smile. “I have been since I saved you when we were both children.” He remembered nearly drowning as a child and the months starving on that island with Zeff, but he doesn’t remember getting to that island. Had she saved him then? “Yes, that was me.” His eyes widened when she answered his thoughts and her hand moved to his cheek. “I know your every thought my love. I always will.” She pulled herself closer to him, resting her forehead against his. “Mermaids have only one mate in their lives and know them instantly. You are mine as I am yours.”

Sanji’s eyes widened again. Mates? He thought that was a myth but here was the woman of his dreams telling him it was true. She looked away from him and frowned as the horizon started to glow with the impending sunrise. Turning back to him, she pressed her lips to Sanji’s again and he melted against her, pulling her closer onto his lap. The apples of her cheeks flushed as she pulled away and tucked her face into Sanji’s neck. She nibbled there and he hissed as she bit into the flesh.

“I have to go,” she whispered and a sudden sadness had entered her tone. “I will always be near to you Sanji and if you need me, call out to me. In five years, I’ll be able to walk on land and I will never leave your side again. Wait for me my love.”

Sanji awoke with a start, breathing heavily and sweating in his bed. It was a dream. One that blurred the lines of fiction and reality and he had a difficult time understanding. Wandering to the bathroom to get ready to cook breakfast, Sanji gasped when he looked in the mirror. A small red mark in the shape of a mermaid’s tail had appeared on his neck in the same spot she had bit in his dream. A heavenly voice in his head whispering out, “Mine”, as Sanji realized his dreams might just all come true.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I hear you write for tekken!!! So idk if ur okay with this but: Jin Kazama x fem reader post sex cuddles and sweet nothings XD

This man has a slutty waist, why am I a slut for a man with a slutty waist it’s not fair- anyways this is my first time writing for something like this, so if it comes off shit that’s why. 🦦

‘I wasn’t too rough was I?’ Was the first thing Jin asked whilst holding you firmly against his chest, his strong hands were splayed across your back and his fingers were on the verge of lulling you to sleep with their gently and soothing caresses.

‘Rough? No. Passionate and romantic? Absolutely but I wasn’t exactly complaining now was I.’ You teased with a hoarse voice that was slowly but surly recovering. You had to admit your were a little sore in places but it wasn’t like it was completely unpleasant to the point you’d have to say something about it.

After all you knew how seriously Jin took you and your safety that even if you did mention it, he’d be out of bed before you know it to find something to relieve your soreness whilst treating you like glass in the process; something you have got to help him unlearn because you knew you weren’t going to break under his touch but he didn’t.

Sweet as that might be, sometimes you just want to be held in the well defined arms of your beautiful man and soak in the aftermath together with nothing but the sound of your breathing for company.

‘I’m serious, you need to tell me if I’m ever going too far next time.’ Jin insisted as he looked down at you with a serious expression. ‘I don’t want to ever cause you harm…no matter the circumstance.’ You understood his fear but in that moment you couldn’t get it out of your head of how lucky you were to have someone as ethereal as Jin in your life as you reached a hand out to hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

‘And I’m serious when I say that you could never hurt me Jin. I put my trust in you for a reason and you’ve never gave me a reason to regret that decision.’ You told him softly as you pulled him in close without waiting for him to say anything, just so that you could kiss him on the lips, melting at the sweetness of it as you weaved your lips between one another; savouring it at your own pace and committing it to memory so that you’d never forget the taste of his kiss. Something that you were starting to think was impossible because how could you possibly be made to forget a kiss as unique and enticing as Jin’s?

‘What did ever I do to deserve someone as beautiful, as kind and understanding as you after all I’ve done or will ever do afterwards this moment?’ Jin asked upon pulling away, tucking you even closer against him as though he was fearing that you’d be taken from him in that very moment. You traced shapes into his broad chest before planting a few quick kisses there before making yourself at home within the crook of his neck, nosing the skin there affectionately.

‘Just being you.’ You replied softly, moving a hand to play with his hair, hearing him hum in content. ‘It may not sound like much of a reason but to name just a single thing that I love about you should be illegal when I love you in your entirety.’ You added, feeling the need to let everything you’ve been keeping inside out while given the chance. You didn’t want to regret anything later on nor leave a single thing unsaid between the two of you. ‘Good and the bad because it wouldn’t be nearly as genuine a love if I only focused solely on your good traits. I wouldn’t be loving you authentically if I did.’ You concluded, feeling a weight finally remove itself from your chest.

‘Then I too want to love you as authentically as possible.’ Jin stated as though it was fact. ‘Allow me to love your flaws as I do the rest of you, frivolously and without a second thought, for you have opened me up the idea that love is anything but beautiful, that love is patient, kind and considerate of those who are a little more lenient to let themselves freely fall into it.’

Jin then rested his forehead against the top of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, wanting to engrave this moment to memory in hopes of having something to look back at fondly. ‘You’ve shown me all of that and so much more that I don’t think I could possibly hope to repay you for all you’ve done for me but I can only try.’

You smiled as you began to close your eyes also, finally conceding to your body’s desire to fall fast asleep, though not before saying. ‘You already do Jin, you already do and I couldn’t be even more in love, if that’s even possible.’ You let out a sleepy chuckle and felt Jin gently kiss into your head.

‘I’m glad to hear that because you’ve made me a really, really happy man that I didn’t know I could even be.’ He mutters.

‘You deserve to be happy Jin, more then anyone.’ You sluggishly responded, kissing his neck.

[charlesslut16]

-Snowflake kisses-

summary : you and george walk down the snowy street....

PAIRING : george russell x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : It is very short but as i have corona i'm a bit slacking...

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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It was a beautiful day, snowy and glory. The perfect one for a stroll down the street, hand in hand. A walk to talk and prepare for the upcoming holiday with your family.

As George Russell and his fiancée, you, strolled down the quaint, cobblestone streets of a charming town, the air was filled with a sense of joy and anticipation.

You walked hand in hand, exchanging glances filled with love and shared dreams. You were hanging on his arm, secretly hoping that his warmth would spring onto you.

Suddenly, fluffy snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, transforming the atmosphere into a winter wonderland. George’s fiancée, you, let out a delighted gasp, twirling around with childlike glee as the delicate snow settled on your hair and shoulders.

George couldn't resist the enchantment of the moment. With a tender smile, he pulled his you closer into him, wrapping his arms around her waist, tight enough for you to not slip away.

Your shared laughter echoed through the serene streets as you began to sway to the soft melody of the falling snow. Being in your own bubble, not noticing anyone else than each other.

Caught in the magic of the moment, George looked deeply into his fiancée's eyes. His heartfelt full as he thought about the question he'd asked just two weeks ago. With a smile that mirrored his, you nodded, confirming her love and commitment.

And you knew that whatever would come your way, you would overcome. The love and commitment would never wander or disappear, you and george were made for one another.

As you danced, the snowflakes framed your faces, creating a picturesque scene straight out of a fairy tale. You reached up to gently brush the snow from his hair, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet and genuine expression of their love. The snowflakes continued to fall around you, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the street. I

Like a perfect winter wonderland, just like in a film or a fairy tail. But this was your life, the life you had never imagined living, but were glad that you were, tho.

The perfect moment, your intertwined fingers sparkled in the light, the ring on your finger glistening with the promise of forever. He held your hand with the ring up and gave it a meaningful kiss.

Passersby smiled at the sight of the couple lost in their own world, celebrating their love amidst nature's beautiful display. For George and his fiancée, this unexpected dance in the snow was more than just a moment—it was a memory they would cherish, a snapshot of their journey together, and a testament to the love that bound them.

[uhmprobablynot]

The Playlist: Track Eight

People asked me to post early, so here it is! Smut warning!

Tack Seven > Track Eight > Track Nine

The Death of Piece of Mind

I made another mistake, thought I could change Thought I could make it out Schlatt regretted it the instant the door to your apartment closed behind him.

Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid, his inner voice said to him.

Stupid one, for starting with you in the first place. He should have known feelings would eventually develop.

Stupid two, letting his heart race and just the sight of you laying in his lap, a domestic feeling he couldn’t allow himself to feel.

Stupid three, falling in love with you.

Schlatt told himself he would never fall in love again. The first time was painful enough, and this one wouldn’t be any better. His chest heaves as he panics, and his heart breaks as he thinks of you all alone in your bed. The look you gave him as he walked out reflecting in the black every time he closes his eyes.

Schlatt swore he would never fall in love again. But the thought of him coming home to you every day, the thought of him being able to kiss you in public and hold you against his chest whenever he wants, makes keeping that oath hard.

He turns back to face your front door, willing himself to walk back in there, confess everything and kiss you silly, but his arms won’t move. They stayed at his side, trembling as he repeats to himself that he doesn’t love you. Hoping that if he says it enough, it’ll become true, so he turns back around and goes home.

I miss the way you say my name. The way you touch, the way you taste

He missed you. There was no getting out of it. It’s been a month since the last time he saw you, since he walked out on you. It’s been a week since a text message from you lay unanswered on his phone. He knows he should answer. That after everything you two have done together, ghosting you is the least good way to end things. Yet, every time he goes to answer, it feels like he’s going to have a heart attack.

However, when nights get a little too late and a little too cold, Schlatt can’t help but think of you. Memories of him spending hours with his head between your thighs, savouring the way you tasted, the way you felt writhing above him. His hand always strayed under his waistband and he thrusted into his hand, imagining it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy; whatever suited his fantasy of the night. The second it’s over, he’s disgusted with himself.

If you weren’t such a coward, it wouldn’t have to be fantasy anymore. Schlatt thought and degraded himself with.

He misses the little things more, though. Your soft hand against his face, just resting there or moving hair off of his skin. His sweatshirt acting as pajamas as you saunter around the apartment. The way you laughed at his good jokes, the way you rolled your eyes and laughed anyway at his bad. Your hair in the morning. Your scent filling every room you walk into and lingering after you’re gone. The way you held his hand as if it was as easy as breathing, and the way you fit with him like you were made for each other.

It wasn’t hard to realize Love’s the death of peace of mind

Schlatt was going crazy. He knew you were going to be at Ted’s party. Ted told him as much, but he didn’t think it would affect him like this. You’re wearing a dress that he has never seen before. It hugged your body in a way that made you look ethereal in the glow of the dim lights in Ted’s apartment. Schlatt knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way about you. It wasn’t fair, not after the silence he’s given to you. He wants to look away; he wants to avoid you seeing him at all. At the same time, all he wants to do is run to you, land on his knees, and beg his way to some kind of forgiveness. But then, you look at him and you smile. Schlatt knows it’s fake instantly. It doesn’t reach your eyes, and it doesn’t make the room warm like your real one does. The small smile is more than he deserves though. Schlatt knows you should yell and curse at him, making him feel as shitty as he knows he made you feel. But you don’t you only smile.

“Hi,” he says, his feet betraying his brain.

“Hi.” You respond. It’s awkward between you, and it makes Schlatt crumple inside. It was never awkward between you too. Conversation and silence were always comforting.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Schlatt can manage. Even though his brain is racing with a million more things to add.

I’m sorry for being a dick

I’m sorry for leaving you naked in bed

I’m sorry for ignoring you

I’m sorry for loving you

He doesn’t say any of that, and you only nod.

“You look as beautiful as always,” Schlatt says and you warm lightly and mumble a thank you. “I lied to you.” He spills.

“What?”

“When I said I wanted to end it - that i didn’t think we should do,” He takes a breath. “That we shouldn’t do anything that we did.” You stared at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Then why?” You whispered, small and broken.

“I was terrified, am terrified.”

“Of what, Schlatt?” You bit your lip and searched his face, looking for some kind of answer.

“Of breaking a promise to myself.” Schlatt expected you to throw your drink at him, to roll your eyes and say ‘what the fuck kind of explanation is that’. But you don’t. You only smile again. This time it’s your genuine smile, and it blinds him for a moment.

“Do you think you could take me home?”

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Your apartment door closes behind the two of you, and his mouth is on yours instantly. The kiss isn’t fast, needy, or laced with any kind of sexual overtones. It’s slow, purposeful, the promise of something new.

“May I please try to make all of this up to you?” Schlatt whispers between kisses. You nod and he walks you back into your bedroom, a path he still has, and forever will, have memorized. Schlatt pulls the dress from your body slowly. With each new section of skin exposed, Schlatt kisses it with such revrencey, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it.

He walks you backwards until your thighs hit the foot of the bed. He lays you down, kissing you as he does. He stands up over you and pulls his own shirt and pants down.

“God, your beautiful sweetheart.” He runs his hands from your thighs to your chest, then holds your face in his hands. “I missed you,” Schlatt says before engulfing you in a kiss. This kiss is filled with a passion you’ve never seen with him. One that he tries to use to make up for everyone he has missed out on in the past month. He presses a finger into you, beginning to work you open.

The atmosphere is so intamite. Something the two of you have never shared before. Every time you’ve had sex with Schlatt it’s always been fast and burning. This time is just gentle and warm.

As he leans over you and interlocks your hands together as he thrusts into you. With his mouth right next to your ear, he starts whispering soft nothings to you.

You’re beautiful

I missed you

I’m sorry

The knot in your stomach tangles and he could feel his own release approaching too. He speeds up slightly, as do the whispers against your ear. You kissed him as the knot inside you unravels and he follows pulling out and spiling across your stomach.

Schlatt pushes the hair out of your face and presses his forehead against yours.

“I did miss you, and I am sorry, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I do know, and I missed you, too.” You pull him into a kiss, sealing your forgiveness.

[sleepisapriviligethatidonthave]

MegOp Week 2024

Day 1: Memory/Gift

Continuity: Generation One

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,

Idiots in love, Enemies to Lovers, Established relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

Summary: Optimus is being sneaky and Megatron is annoyed.

In the end, both of them get what they wanted

Also posted on: AO3

Check it out on ao3 if you want to see the Notes

Enjoy! ^^

Megatron leaned against the railing of the balcony and sighed.

It had been a rough decacycle, but luckily, it was his off shift tomorrow. If he had to listen to Starscream's screeching one more time, he would need to find himself a new SIC.

He had gotten home just in time to watch the sunset. It painted the horizon in colours that made it look ethereal. The balcony had the prefect view of the newly reconstructed parts of Iacon, which shone beautifully, a stark contrast to their still ruined counterparts. It never failed to make him proud to see the bots on the streets hard at work during the day and socialising during the night.

If Optimus was here, he would've let out one of his melancholic sighs as he tried and failed miserably at not being sentimental.

'Heh, always the fool.' Megatron thought to himself, chuckling softly. Where was his conjux anyway? He ought to have come home earlier than him. After all, he had slipped away from the last meeting for the day with some lousy excuse that he wasn't feeling well, and Megatron knew damn well that was a lie. The glitch refused to ever get sick, and it somehow always worked.

He contemplated on comming his mate, but decided against it, he wanted to catch him 'red handed' as those humans said.

Megatron huffed, he never understood Optimus' infatuation with those ugly little fleshings. They brought nothing but helmaches to them all.

It made him smirk, he could almost hear the defensive tone of his Prime as he valiantly defended the pests.

In the end he decided on reaching through their bond, feeling the emotions of his mate, which were...giddiness? What was Optimus up to?

His curiosity got the better of him

::What did you do?::

::Whatever do you mean, love?:: came the innocent sound of his lover's voice through the comm line.

::You know damn well what I mean, now spill it.:: his words held no actual malice aside from his annoyance. He was way too tired for this.

::Don't be a killjoy Megatron. You'll learn soon enough. Also, if you are hungry, don't wait for me.:: Optimus sent waves of reassurance and love through their bond, soothing Megatron's souring mood.

He chose to stop the conversation and instead wait for his mate's return. Slowly he made his way into the kitchen, taking a cube and filling it up almost to the brim, before moving to sprinkle a generous amount of tritium flakes. Hook would have his helm if he found out, but oh well, you only live once, right?

He sat himself on one of the stools around the island behind him and took out one of his personal datapads from his subspace. Might as well do something for himself.

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A joor later he heard the sound of the entrance door open, inviting in a suspiciously happy Optimus Prime with a plastic bag in servo.

"Look who decided to finally show up." teased Megatron, setting down his datapad and stylus.

"I got held up, apologies for that." He made his way to Megatron and kissed his helm crest.

"I see that you listened to me for a change." Remarked Optimus and set the bag on the counter right beside Megatron's empty cube, before making his way to the energon dispenser to make one for himself.

"Do pray tell Prime, what took so much of your time?" Megatron made no move to touch the bag, instead opting for a facade of indifference.

"A few days ago, I had to go to the hospital, remember?" Megatron gave a grunt in acknowledgement, urging him to continue.

"Well, on the way there I saw the most peculiar sight," Optimus made his way back to the counter and opened the bag, pulling out a box with a silver bow tie on it, "a confectionery shop." said the Prime happily.

"When I was heading back, I made detour and went in there. The owner told me that she had set up the place not too long ago and I ended up placing an order for today." He took the lid off of the box and gave it to his mate.

Inside there were quite a few different assortments of sweets, it took all of Megatron's self control not to drool all over them.

"What's the occasion?" asked the ex-warlord suspiciously, ever the cautious one, all the while not tearing his optics away from the candy.

"No occasion, I just remembered your love for everything sweet and decided to treat you to something nice." admitted Optimus and let his field wrap around his stunned mate, letting his unspoken feelings of adoration known. "After working so hard I thought that you deserved a reward."

Megatron looked at his Prime silently, contemplating him as he hesitantly took one of the green jelly-like sweets and popped it into his moth, he almost moaned at the sickeningly sweet taste of what was apparently a magnesium flavored one.

It had been so long since he'd had the chance to indulge with such things that he couldn't help but stuff another one of the candies into his intake, this time, one with a hard outer shell and a gooey inside, that tasted like lithium infused with cobalt.

Optimus settled on the stool right beside Megatron, sipping his energon silently as he admired the sight of his mate's optics, alight up with happiness.

'I ought to do this more often.' thought Optimus to himself.

After half the contents of the box had disappeared into Megatron's tank he finally slowed down. He leaned back on his stool and let out a content sigh while he nibbled on a bismuth covered copper cake.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Optimus as he took one of his Megatron's servos and intertwined it with his, stroking it with his thumb.

"Very much so." Admitted Megatron as he finally swallowed the remains of the treat in his servo. "Though I do wonder why you haven't touched a single one yourself."

"I didn't want to take one that you might enjoy, and besides," Optimus opened his subspace and took out another two boxes, "I brought plenty."

The way that his sparkmate's optics sparked with happiness made him feel like the luckiest mech on Cybertron. He took a few quick snapshots and saved them to a folder named 'Sparkmate: beloved'.

"Oh, how thoughtful of you." muttered Megatron, as he attacked the rest of the sweets with such viciousness, one would think they had done something to offend him.

Optimus let out a low chuckle, catching the attention of his mate whose intake was full of rust sticks. Megatron cocked a brow ridge at him, looking puzzled.

"It's nothing, I'm just reminiscing."

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The first time he got a glimpse of Megatron's love for sweets had been an accident.

It had happened some time after the official end of the war, the leaders and their entourage were wrapping up a trading deal with another species on their home planet.

Prowl had advised him against going and leaving Cybertron without its leaders, but he had persisted.

The aliens themselves had been very respectful, welcoming even. They had given them accommodations that were their size and had even supplied them with decent energon.

One late night he and Megatron had stayed up, arguing over some clause of the agreement, entirely inconsequential, but Megatron had persisted that it was important.

After joors of arguing, they finally came to something resembling an agreeable compromise. While Optimus was clearing out the carelessly discarded datapads, from the corner of his optic he saw Megatron reach for one of the sweets which the aliens had so kindly gifted them with.

He stared silently at his soon to be mate as he bit into the sweet.

If he had been a less observant mech he would've missed the way his frame had relaxed a fraction and his optics hooded. It had been a surprising sight, bit not an unwelcome one.

Megatron froze in place, seemingly remembering that he was not alone in the room. Optimus made the split nanoklik decision to play dumb, "Are you ready to go? We spent way too much time on this, and I wish to retire for the night.”

Megatron gave a grunt in response, grabbed his datapads and made his way to the door, not waiting for Prime.

When he knew that he was out of audialshot Optimus couldn't help but let out a chuckle. That had been an interesting reaction. He debated silently with himself whether he should try and replicate that again, this time on purpose.

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Optimus let his EM field envelop Megatron again, assuring him of the truthfulness of the statement. He only got a huff in return before the mech turned his attention back to the now almost empty box of sweets.

'Yes,' thought Optimus to himself, 'I really should do this more often.'

[southerngothicchic]

I'm obsessed with the idea of Prince Steve, so naturally, I had to write something for him 👑

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

18+

You supposed you should've been more upset by the proposal of an arranged marriage. Had it been anyone else, you would've been. When your parents brought up the potential of uniting kingdoms by betrothing you to the prince of the neighboring one, you strangely didn't protest. They expected you to be absolutely furious at the thought, but you calmly agreed with their plans, stunning them.

Unbeknownst to them, you had been harboring a crush on your soon to be husband, Prince Harrington. When you would see each other at the annual Grand Ball, he would always ask you to dance, while showering you with compliments. One year, he even stole a kiss, which made you fall even more hopelessly in love with him.

He earned his nickname as the 'Gentleman Prince,' by capturing the hearts of everyone in the kingdom, especially all the young maidens. He was the most eligible man in all the surrounding kingdoms, with different nobles offering their daughters to him when he became of age.

He politely refused all attempts at matchmaking, as he enjoyed the freedom of being with as many different women, as he could.

That was, until his parents brought up the idea of him marrying you, as a means of uniting two kingdoms and ushering in a new era of peace.

He didn't hate the idea, in fact, he was in favor of it. He had a crush of his own, on you, and by having you as his new bride, he would get to fulfill all the fantasies he's had swirling around in his head for years.

The wedding was soon planned and was a lavish affair. Your new husband looked so exceptionally dashing, it made you blush. He also thought you looked beautiful, so ethereal, like his own personal angel.

The ceremony felt like an out of body experience for you, as you were in disbelief you were actually marrying the gorgeous man in front of you.

That feeling lingered until you were being escorted to your new bed chambers, by your new husband.

He paused outside the closed door, before opening it. He then swept you into his arms and carried you over the threshold. You giggled as he set you back on your feet. His hands rested on your waist while he gazed at you.

Your hands gripped his sleeves, hesitant to touch him. He smiled, faintly, before reaching down and placing your arms around his neck.

"You don't need to be so nervous, Princess, it's not like we're strangers," he assured.

"I know, it's just, this is the first time I've been alone with you, and it's...intimidating," you admitted, timidly.

"It shouldn't be," he quietly began, his hand moving to stroke your cheek. "Like I said, we've known each other for years. We've even shared a kiss before."

He leaned in close, brushing your lips with his. You held your breath when he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"How can I calm your nerves, dearest?" He then asked. "Would kissing you help?"

You only whimpered in response before he pulled you tightly against him, and kissed you deeply. Your hands finally moved as he wanted them to, settling in his hair.

"I think I know something else that would help," he breathed, into a kiss. "Getting you out of this beautiful, yet heavy gown, what do you think?"

You nodded. "Yes, my Prince."

He softly laughed. "We're married now, you don't have to refer to me like that anymore. You can just call me by my first name."

"Right, my apologies, Steve," you replied, as he turned you around, so he could unlace the back of your wedding gown.

Once he finished unlacing the fitted bodice, he pushed its puffy sleeves from your arms, letting it pool at your feet. You now stood before him only in your dainty slip dress. You felt his large hands glide up your arms and his lips against your back. You sighed as he pressed wet kisses across your skin, up to the nape of your neck.

"I've dreamed of kissing you like this," he breathily revealed.

His hands then moved to your breasts.

"And touching you like this..."

You felt faint as he kept kissing you.

"I...think I need to lie down," you finally blurted out.

"Alright, dearest," he said, while guiding you to the bed.

He made sure you were nice and comfortable before he began undressing. You watched as he stripped down to his white, billowy undershirt and trousers. He then joined you, on the bed, laying next to you.

"I haven't overwhelmed you with my affections, have I?" He asked, his hand cradling your face.

"Just slightly," you answered, as your cheeks turned a shade of crimson.

"I'm sorry, I've just wanted this for so long...I didn't mean to..." he apologized, grimacing.

"Its alright," you assured, with a smile. "I've also dreamed of being with you...like this."

His face then lit up. "You have?"

You nodded. "Ever since you first kissed me, I yearned for it to happen again."

He excitedly sighed your name before pulling you into a kiss. A low moan escaped you as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. Your fingers once again tangled in his hair you indulged in one another.

Panting, he trailed kisses to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck. You gasped when you felt him leaving little marks on your skin, as not so subtle reminders of who you now belonged to.

Your body involuntarily writhed underneath him, as he kissed his way to your collarbone.

"What else did you dream of me doing to you, dearest?" He inquired, glancing up at you, his warm eyes now consumed with lust.

"You touching me, where no other man has," you confessed, taking his hand and placing it under your slip, on your thigh.

He breathily cursed then quickly kissed you again. His hand squeezed your thigh, before moving up a little higher. You gasped against his lips when you felt his fingers brush against you.

He lowly moaned as your arousal coated his fingertips. He ran his fingers over you before finally sinking one of them inside you.

"Is this what you wanted, for me to touch you like this?"

"Y-Yes..." you gasped, your back already arching off the bed.

He grinned as he slowly pumped it in and out of you.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he breathed, before adding another finger.

His lips muffled your moans as he kissed you, hungrily.

"S-Steve..." you gasped, against his cheek.

"Feels good, doesn't it, darling?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, yes..."

"I always want to make you feel good...I'm going to spend this night showing you just how good I can make you feel," he breathed, causing your eyes to widen.

You sighed his name once more, as he pressed wet kisses to your cheek.

You then whimpered at the loss of his fingers, and thought you might actually faint when you watched him place them between his lips. His eyes rolled back when he tasted you.

"You taste divine, Princess," he panted. "I need more."

Steve then eagerly repositioned himself between your legs. He pushed up your slip, exposing yourself to him.

You felt a familiar heat rising throughout your body, as he rested his head on your thigh.

"So pretty, truly angelic, laying before me like this," he lamented, gazing up at you so lovingly.

You then reached for him, placing your palm against his cheek. He smiled, leaning into your touch, before moving your hand to his hair. His hands then gently pushed your legs open, a little wider.

His nose nudged against you, already making you writhe. His tongue then licked and lapped at you. Your fingers entwined in his honeyed locks, while repeatedly sighing his name.

He groaned into you, as he devoured you. Your back again arched off the bed and your thighs enclosed around his head. You breathily apologized, practically smothering him, but he assured you it was fine. He loved how you squeezed him against you, so enraptured by pleasure.

You pulled his hair harder as your eyes closed, feeling yourself inching closer to the edge. With one final kiss, Steve pulled away from you, grinning, his lips and chin glistening.

Your eyes met, each of you panting. He then crawled up your body and hovered his face over yours.

"Was that good, Princess?" He asked, rhetorically, while you nodded.

His smile widened before he pressed his lips to yours. He licked his way into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You moaned into his sinful kiss, pulling him closer to you.

"I want to make love to you, dearest," he softly said, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I want that, too..." you sheepishly replied.

"Get undressed for me," he instructed, equally as soft.

He then sat up, so you could shed your slip. Now, you were completely bare and his eyes traveled your perfect body. He bit his lip as he gestured for you to lay back down.

He sprang from the bed and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. His hands then pushed his tight trousers down his legs, revealing him to you.

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips as you saw how he was throbbing for you.

He eagerly climbed on top of you, you each gasping at feeling of skin against skin.

"My literal blushing bride," he smiled, as you tried to turn away.

"No, no, look at me," he said, using his finger to direct your eyes back to his. "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

"I'll try," you breathed.

He kissed you sweetly, before easing himself inside you. You gasped as you felt every inch of him. You winced, digging your nails into his arms, as the pain turned pleasurable.

"Are you alright?" He asked, against your lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No...please don't stop," you breathily pleaded, before pulling him into a kiss.

He moaned into it, as he thrusted his hips a little faster. He was still careful not to hurt you, knowing this was your first time experiencing pleasure like this.

"You feel heavenly, darling," he panted, pressing his forehead to yours. "Better than any fantasy could ever be."

"Oh, S-Steve..." you sighed, your eyes closing from the growing euphoria building within you.

"Open your eyes, darling. I want to look into them as I make you mine...you want to be mine, don't you?"

"Oh, yes... more than anything," you panted.

He smiled, leaning up slightly to take your hands in his and pin them to the bed, next to your head. His hips then snapped against yours, illiciting cries of his name, as he brought you both closer to release. He buried his face in your neck, as he felt you come undone around him.

He soon lost himself in you, moaning your name, as his hips kept moving, until he had given you all he had.

Your heavy breathing filled the chamber as he pressed kisses all over your face.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" He asked, after regaining himself.

"No, you were wonderful," you smiled.

He let go of your hands and they immediately went to push his tousled hair, out of his face.

"You can do that to me as much as you like," you continued, now making him blush.

He smiled, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

"I love you, Princess," he then breathed, against your lips.

"And I love you, my Prince."

[ouch-thats-harsh]

Cupid -> bakugou x reader

Warning: is kinda angsty, nothing other than that also sorry if the reader seems heartless somewhere

Can Bakugou Katsuki fall in love?

Can cupid fall in love?

Cupid's arrow, some liked it, gave them butterflies and heart eyes

Some didn't, their hearts ached uncontrollablely

That's why, some resented you and some awaited your arrival

But can cupid's heart ache?

You simply wanted to shoot your arrow at this boy, he always resisted, always focused on his ambition

You couldn't help but grow curious, stick around trying to make him fall

You thought you did it when he "fell" for mirko

He shook it off so easily, were you growing weak?

You shot him so many times with your heart shaped arrows, you stuck around more,thought of him more, to the point it felt like he could see you

He could

Atleast little glimpses of this ethereal being, shinning skin, beautiful eyes, the way your hand gently held the bow, its arch looked like your upperlip

Everytime he got a glimpse, he would try to find something new in you even if it was subconsciously

You occupied his thoughts, made him yearn for your arrival, it didn't even take an arrow for this to happen

He resented you, he resisted you, he was angry and lost all his control being furious at you but then he gave in

Now his heart ached, heartbroken eyes and he had no clue of a cure

You knew what you had accidentally done

This had no possible remedy

Was he to aimlessly search for the cure, your lips?

Was it even possible?

Your hands felt heavy, your heart felt heavy, was it guilt ?

You knew he could feel your presence, he followed you like a fool, broken by your spell

Then You revealed yourself

Two years

He ached for a year and you stuck around for two thinking he could shake it off this time too

He fell on his knees on the roof of his house

"Why?" He sounded so tired

"I can't, katsuki" you sounded tired too

The way his name came from your lips, the same lips he wished he could kiss, brought the dull ache back, now it stung

How could you be so cruel?

"I can't love you, I'm not supposed too" you reasoned

"But you do, right? Why are you lying to yourself?" His anger started seeping through, it was him heart broken. You knew what he said was true, you knew that

"That's why i have to stop it, love" you said kneeling in front of him

You reached out and tried to hold him, he didn't resist

He held onto you

Your skin had the warmth of the sun, it was blinding how beautiful you were, gods thought he wouldn't fall for anyone and now they pitied him

You held his face, "I'm sorry"

Your eyes, now he could see them clearly, they looked like the ocean, so vast and clear, his own reflection felt divine in them

You inched closer, "forgive me"

His lips moved to yours in a welcome, finally feeling content

His body felt light after so long

Flutters in the pit of his stomach

No more aching

You seperated from him tears rolling from your eyes, "forgive me, katsuki"

He simply smiled

"I have nothing to forgive you for anymore" he said with a small defeated smile and his eyes closed with exhaustion

He won't remember you anymore and you won't let him

You left him alone on that roof, never to return

He woke up the next day and day after that, not a single memory of you

You were aching now

How could you be so cruel?

A/n : well hello, i wanted to post for so long, anyways this is heavily inspired by cupid, jack stauber

Reblogs are very much appreciated, stay safe and well cupids<33

[milliesfishes]

Ok I love ur writing can u write smth abt camping with Billy!!🥰

(thank you <3) (little billy blurb to end the day) 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

He'd decided to take you away for a night. Away from the leering gazes of the townspeople who had no business of disapproving but did anyways. You told your parents you were going to stay with your sister for a bit, and then you were free. Your sister herself knew about you and Billy, and she generously covered for you.

It was bliss, being away from everything, and finding your place in the secluded forest. You rode your horses side by side, surveying the surroundings with a smile. It was so peaceful, something you weren't used to.

Billy led you to a little meadow tucked into the trees, wildflowers sprouting all over the place. You let your horses graze while you spread out the bedroll and he found firewood. The sight of him carrying all that wood back to the camp made you weak at the knees, and you captured that picture in your mind, saving it for later.

He smirked, noticing you staring at him as he deposited the wood nearby. "See somethin' ya like?"

You kept your eyes on him, shrugging. "You're pretty."

Laughing and shaking his head, Billy knelt and grabbed you around the waist, rolling over so you were on top of his chest. Endlessly fascinated with your hair, he slid his hand into it, holding it back from the side of your face.

"I'm pretty...got the prettiest thing in the world on m' chest," he mumbled, nudging his nose against yours. "I'd die a happy man with you on top've me."

You found this romantic and rewarded him with a kiss on his nose, tugging at one of his suspenders. "Sweet talker."

He narrowed his eyes playfully. "You love it."

"Wasn't complaining," you sang, and he laughed, rolling you over so you were under him now, pinned against the soft grass and wildflowers. He thought the setting made you look ethereal.

"'S like you were made to sleep with the flowers," he shook his head in disbelief, sitting up a little to look at you. "Think ya might be a flower come to life."

You only smiled, settling back against the soft earth. Billy, recovering from his disbelief, leaned back over you and pressed his mouth softly to yours. You reached up, snatching his hat off his head so it wouldn't poke your forehead. Still holding it in your hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. His body's weight against you...pressing you into the ground...it was heaven.

Billy indulged you in everything you wanted to do. He let you rest your head in his lap while you wove picked flowers into a chain. When you were walking around, he crouched and held his arms out for you from behind so he could carry you on his back. You liked being carried that way, your arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek from behind. Soon, it grew dark, and he started a fire, giving you his jacket as the night air became cooler.

You came over to him where he sat on the bedroll and he spread his legs, holding out a hand for you to sit. Happily, you settled against his chest, and his arms wrapped protectively around you as you both looked at the stars.

"North star," he breathed, pointing at it. You followed his finger, and he smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "'N over there, that's Orion's belt, see? The three lil' stars all close together?"

Nodding, you studied the sky, trying to see it through his eyes. "You know the name of every star, don't you?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not every star darlin'. Just a few of the ones everyone knows."

"Will you show me another one?" you settled against his chest, knowing he liked talking about them. He beamed, and looked up, searching for another constellation.

You stayed like that for a while, just leaning into the safety of his arms. He noticed when you grew sleepy, smiling softly and shifting so you were lying against him, on his chest, your body still cradled between his legs.

Protesting lightly, you mumbled, "Not tired."

He smiled, adjusting his jacket around you. "'Course not. But lie down with me anyways, m'kay?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and fully relaxing against him. Billy's hand found its way to the back of your head, just holding you there. The weight of his big, warm palm soothed you right into sleep.

He kissed your forehead, watching the last embers of the fire die out. And for the first time in awhile he truly felt content. You were between his arms, and that was all that mattered.

come talk about billy here!

[sm8th0p]

a/n: its 2 am and someone on tiktok said this song looks like him and i literally cried my eyes out. i miss him so much and i want him to come back so bad

desc: chilling with satoru in a random flower field

tw: (sobs into mic)

“sleepy, are we?” you hover over satoru’s body, hands planted on each side as you look down at him, blocking the sun from his face. you can never get enough of this view- him surrounded by the flowers around you, laying peacefully together in a flower field.

he let out a soft chuckle before reaching out to gently graze his fingers across your jaw. “can’t help it. your presence relaxes me so much to the point i feel sleepy.”

you sat down comfortably beside his figure, to which he quickly adjusted so that he was resting his head in your lap. oh how you loved this side of satoru, all winded down after a lengthy mission and the number one thing he craved was simply your affection.

“so cheesy, toru. i think you’re just tired from your mission.” you spoke as you played with his hair, picking and plucking a few of the flowers in your reach before tucking them neatly in his soft hair. you found yourself staring at him, completely lost at how beautiful a human being could be, and that person is here, in your arms, all yours to admire.

he pouted and took your wrist in his hand before bringing them to his lips to give a soft peck. “nope, it’s definitely you, princess. i missed you.” his eyes crinkled as he cheekily grinned. how charming, you thought as heat rushed to your cheeks at his gesture.

“i missed you too.”

satoru burried his face into your torso, arms sneaking around your back. you felt his breathing becoming steadier by the second.

“toru love, you can’t sleep here, you slept the whole morning and afternoon already.”

he whined before you felt him smiling through your clothes, and immediately going for your sides, tickling them.

you jolt upright and grabbed on his arms all while your body shook with laughter.

“satoru!-,” you heaved, “that tickles!” the way the tone of your voice got higher and overlapped with laughter had him laughing too, sitting up and continuing his attack on you, tickling your sides as well as peppering your face and neck with kisses.

you tickled him back and he flinched as he felt your surprise attack. you took this opportunity to pounce on him and you hear him mutter a quiet “oof” before laughing and hugging you close to his chest.

the both of you laid quietly, and you listened to his heart beating rapidly then slowing down as he took deep breaths. you rested your hands on his chest, relishing in the present, the fact that he’s here, and he’s alive.

you sat up on your knees and looked around, the sky starting to turn into an orange hue. holding out your hand for satoru to join you and the both of you stand up, hand in hand.

“run with me, satoru.” you said as you gripped his hand tightly.

he nodded with a soft smile, before replacing it with a smirk. “okay, but don’t blame me if you can’t keep up.” even with that cocky smirk, he looked so handsome that its unbelievable.

you playfully rolled your eyes before taking a deep breath, and you started to run, with satoru’s hand in yours. he was laughing at how your other free hand held onto your hat to refrain it from flying away. and you laughed with him too.

you looked back to see his big smile with his ocean eyes crinkled. they were beautiful- ethereal, you thought. you imagined even the moon could be jealoused by those eyes of his.

his smile widened and his laughter grew louder as he felt the flowers you put earlier flew away in the wind, his eyes following them as they gracefully danced in the air before falling to the ground. you could never get tired of that smile, no matter what he’s smiling about. his smile beams like the sun itself.

he momentarily stopped and gently pulled you closer to him before his hands made home at your waist, before effortlessly picking you and twirled you around in the air.

you never want this moment to end.

oh how in love you were- are, with gojo satoru.

-

the flowers surround your legs as you make yourself comfortable on the ground. you reach out to them, combing your fingers through each flower, each petal. you pick several and hold them in your palm, but this time, no soft white hair to decorate them with.

no one to lay his head in your lap,

no handsome face to block the sun from.

“i miss him,” you spoke as you blankly stare at the flowers in your hand.

droplets slowly stain the petals, turning them into a deeper shade.

a quiet sob involuntarily escaped your lips.

“i miss you, satoru.”

[rosze-v]

your lips, my lips

pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

synopsis: Slow dancing with your husband, surrounded by the nature and everything that is love

tags: Fluff, Marriage, Just Bokuto being the sweetest husband, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 0.6k

a/n: Hello! this is for the collab from Champagne Kisses by @tahdashi I'm so sorry for posting, literally at the end of the deadline but life was so busy this past few months, but a deadline is a deadline! I hope y’all enjoy this :)

The dress starts to feel heavy on your skin, and the excitement you felt from the moment you said I do are slowly subsiding, sizzling into a sense of calmness. You could feel the warmth of your lovely husband’s strong, bulky arms as you listen to him laughing away with the last of the guests who’s saying their farewells and congratulations. A smile etched itself on your face as the couple wave goodbye and bowed to the both of you, which you and Koutarou exchanges.

You could feel Kou releasing a heavy sigh of relief as he turns around to you. “I thought weddings would be a piece of cake babe!”. He confessed while leading your locked arms to the centre of the dance floor. “Turns out this is more tiring than my daily volleyball drills”. You chuckled at him as he unlatches the locked arms, standing in front of you with his beaming smile.

You looked up, staring into his huge eyes and the wide smile, the love you feel for this man overflows. Koutarou truly looks the most handsome he ever been tonight; his grey tuxedo with his slicked back hair, and that beautiful, beautiful smile of his that you had always love. What you didn’t know is how Koutarou is also cherishing your looks, and exclaiming to the stars on how ethereal you are.

He could remember the moment you walked down the aisle and how for the first time in his life, he felt like time slows down, and his focus is completely at you. Your white wedding dress, the veil covering your face slightly though it didn’t cover your sweet smile. It was instant, the tears brimming in his eyes because it felt very real at that point. He’s marrying you, the love of his life, the one who he seeks in the crowds during his games, and the very person who held him up through so, so much. His chest swelled with joy and complete love for you, as Akaashi hands him a handkerchief to wipe his tears away.

You and Koutarou could hear the music plays, a slowed instrumental of Apocalypse by Cigarattes After Sex. Gently, and slowly, Koutarou held onto your waist, bringing you closer to him as the butterflies’ flutter in your stomach. Your hands glide itself to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind it as you give him a shy smile. Then after a few seconds, you could feel your body being swayed gently by your husband, his wide smile stays on his face while looking down at you.

You’re so glad that you decided to have an outdoor wedding because gosh, Koutarou in a tuxedo, with the stars twinkling above him felt like a dream. The smell of the grass and his cologne mixes so well, it feels intoxicating to be so close to him, yet you don’t mind. If anything, you wish to be engulfed and swallowed by his scents, his warmth, his love, him, him, him. Koutarou swears that his heart is probably broken. It kept on beating so hard that he could hear it in his eardrums, at times, he wonders if you could actually hear and feel it too.

The dim, glowing light of the venue and your humming to the music is overwhelming his every sense, yet his eyes could only see you. The beauty showing so much love for him in every action of yours. Your smile, your eyes, your hands that have reached his face, your thumb stroking his cheeks so gently as if Koutarou is made of glass and everything fragile.

Koutarou subconsciously leaned down, his lips searching for yours when you whispered.

“Your lips, my lips”.

“Apocalypse”.

The both of you smile as lips clashes and again, today the world felt like heaven, and in his presence, you’ve realized that you’re kissing an angel on earth.