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kuroppiii · 3 months ago

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looking out for you ᵕ̈ husband!timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : " tired " means nothing ⋮⋮ when ushijima virtually worships the ⋮⋮ very ground you walk on

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💬 kuroppiii─ “ not on shuffle bc it ’ s not relevant at all but i still love the song — i guess i should stoppp lookin out for youuu like i always doooo :) ”

the padding of your shoes reverberate throughout the hallway leading to your apartment door. your jacket ruffles as each trudge of your legs feels like an eternity. work today was hell.

by the time you’re stood in front of the apartment door, you let out a heavy sigh and drag a hand across your face before you go to dig for your keys in your jacket pocket.

the jingling sound they emit as you go to unlock the door rings in your ears unpleasantly. you physically cringe a little at the invasive sensation as it crashes through your brain that’s already surging with an annoying headache.

you need to lay the fuck down. now.

after you crack open the door and slip your way into the apartment—too lazy to even open the door all the way—you notice the light at the entrance that also doubles as your apartment’s small kitchen’s light was already on. the rest of the lights are off, though.

in the dim lighting, first you see a familiar pair of sneakers already neatly placed in their spot on the shoe rack.

second, however, you also notice a duffel uncharacteristically left haphazardly on the hardwood floor.

third, you glance up and see ushijima’s back. his arm reaches up as he rubs the back of his neck tiredly. the lighting highlights how his back muscles flex as he tries to rub away the soreness. you can see in the way his tall frame sinks down a bit and how his head hangs low that today’s practice must’ve taken something out of him.

he turns around at the sound of your arrival. when he looks up at you, for a moment you both look at each other, and in your eyes you exchange the same expression in an unspoken language: exhaustion.

“welcome home, darling,” his worn-out voice mumbles out just barely enough to reach your ears.

“hey toshi… you just got back, too?”

“mhm.”

and he starts making his way over to you. once he’s in front of you, he casts a shadow over you from his sheer height blocking out the kitchen light. most would find the image threatening—scary, even. it was probably the sight many volleyball players saw as your husband went to block their points up at the net during countless games.

but even in the dark, you can find his eyes. and whenever they’re gazing at you, they’re nothing but soft.

the light quickly reappears as he kneels down. at your feet, he starts to help you out of your shoes. you briefly feel the cold metal of his wedding band nudge against the skin of your ankle as he does so and your hand finds its way to gently card through the hair on the top of his head, a mix between a sigh of relief and a scoff in disbelief escaping your lips.

he stands back up and your hand is forced to retreat to sliding down to cup the side of his face as he returns to his full height. he reaches around you to help take your work bag, and you brush your thumb over his cheekbone,

“aren’t you tired too?”

his actions pause for a moment—just as he’s about to help you shrug off your heavy coat—as he replies back with a curt,

“yes.”

that wasn’t going to stop him, though—your toshi. you knew this. he never failed to remind you of his love for you: a love that even trounced his love for volleyball.

he reminded you through his constant doting over you.

or late night confessions admitted in a hush by your ear.

“you’re the best thing that’s happened to my life, i love you.”

or like right now. always the gentleman, he resumes gathering your jacket in his arm. but before he can step away from you to hang up your stuff, both your hands bring his face closer to ensnare his lips with yours.

as you kiss—one mixed with a sickening sweetness and a very late-night laziness—you feel the pressure of his big hand on the small of your back. he’s still holding your bag, and it slightly sways and bumps the back of your legs, making you smile into your kiss.

when you pull away, your husband looks adorably dazed as he was caught off by your sudden gesture. he looked the same way on your wedding day after you sealed your vows with a kiss, as well. some things never change.

you’ll never get tired of this. you’ll never get tired of how ushijima always looks out for you. you’ll never get tired of rewarding him with all the love you can muster to throw right back at him.

you feel compelled to give him another quick peck, and for a short second after you do, you admire how his eyes flutter and a tiny smile tugs at his lips.

“takeout tonight?” you suggest with a fond smile.

“takeout tonight,” he dumbly nods, subtly hugging you closer to him.

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ohdeerfully · 9 months ago

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hi! I have a request, I've never really done this before but I'll give it a shot. so my request is that Charlie is tasked by heaven to watch over a very special human soul via a device that is like a full 360 VR kind of setup and this soul just so happens to be Alastor's immortal wife (he didn't know she was) whom he thought had died with him during a bad event and wound up in heaven but she didn't and She stayed the same since the 1930s like her looks stayed the same and her love for Alastor stayed too she never once tried to move on even when her new friends in this time tried to get her a guy but she just refused still wearing the wedding ring her gave her

I hope it's not too much to ask it can be changed to whatever you see if you have full creative control over it!

thank you for your brain anon

theres a couple awkward POV shifts in the story and im super duper sorry about that D: im not good at those

An Eternity

alastor x reader (angst) TW: reader is female, reader gets a lil drunk and drives but shes fine(i do not condone this pls dont drink and drive im so serious), yearning goes ouchie ):

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Alastor rarely, if ever, talked about his time alive. He saw it pointless; a waste of time and energy. How could it benefit him if somebody else knew his history? If anything, it would only open up weak points. And, being an Overlord, he couldn’t afford that.

The only hint of his past was a band on his finger that he never took off. Even after decades in Hell, nobody saw him without it.

People often asked, of course, because how in the Hell did the Radio Demon get hitched? Even in life, he was probably just as unusual and off putting. These questions were always met with a dismissive wave and a laugh, but anybody who knew him—which wasn’t many, truly—would recognize the strain in his voice as he brushed them off. Whatever the story was seemed to only grow more painful with time.

He was deep in thought, humming absently as he trailed through the hotel. He ended up meandering by Charlie’s room, which was cracked open. He took this as an invitation to let himself in, cheerfully grinning as he saw the girl sitting on the edge of her bed looking extremely confused.

“Hello, dear!” He announced himself, standing up straight and fixing his bowtie with one hand. “What does this afternoon have in store for the Princess of Hell?”

“Heyy, Al,” Charlie responded, still frowning at the contraption in her hand. It was a rather bulky thing; an unappealing piece of new technology, Alastor decided. Still, he loomed from behind Charlie with a curious bend in his neck. Her shoulders were stiff, and he couldn’t tell if it was from frustration with the thing in her hand or discomfort at him watching her.

“What is that peculiar thing?” He finally asked, since Charlie made no attempt at explanation. She seemed too focused to really pay him any mind.

“Something Heaven gave me to watch some curious soul they can’t control,” She murmured, fiddling with a couple buttons and knobs. “They’ve got me doing some ridiculous things. I mean, some human soul shouldn’t even concern me. But, they promise these favors will help with my hotel.”

Alastor hummed in response. He of all demons would recognize a manipulation tactic when he saw one—convincing a powerful demon princess to do your chores and promising to help her desperate project in return seemed like something the angels would do. He didn’t care one way or another, as long as Charlie’s naivete didn’t get in the way of his own goals.

He took a few steps back when Charlie stood, seemingly finished with setting up the box. He grinned, amused, when she pulled it over her head. It wasn’t the most flattering thing, and pretty bulky on her face. She looked ridiculous, honestly.

“Modern technology,” He sighed dramatically, leaning down onto his cane as he continued to observe her. “Only getting uglier.”

Charlie didn’t respond to his comment, looking around at what Alastor saw as nothing. She played around with the settings again, and adjusted the straps on her head again, before looking around again. She let out a successful sounding “hell yes” before pulling a remote of sorts from her pocket. She pushed on a joystick.

“What are you doing?” Alastor asked plainly, the building curiosity finally becoming too much. “Why do you have a box on your head?”

“It’s like…” She began to explain, trying to think of how to make sense of it to him. “Like… imagine you were looking through the eyes of somebody else, but still standing in the same spot..?” Her voice tilted at the end, unsure of her explanation.

Yeah, no, Alastor had no clue. But he dismissed it as unnecessary, as he often did with any technology he couldn’t understand.

“I’m seeing… Earth, I guess,” Charlie explained more. “Following around this girl.”

Alastor was only partially listening, humming quietly to himself as he just observed. He wondered if he should just leave—nothing interesting was happening. He was curious to see what antics Heaven was pushing on the Princess of Hell, though.

“Wanna try?” Charlie offered, lifting the headset up away from her eyes. Alastor immediately scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes.

“And look as ridiculous as you? Hah! No thank you,” He sat down on a chair near the wall, leaning against the back of it. He threw one leg up over the other. Charlie shrugged in response, and pulled the contraption back down.

Alastor sat for a while, absently thinking about what he wanted to do later as he waited for something to happen.

“Oh! Hold on,” Charlie suddenly said, causing Alastor’s ears to straighten to attention as she reached up and pressed a button. A holographic projection appeared out of nowhere, manifesting through some strange magic. “Forgot I could do that. This is what I’m seeing in here.”

Alastor stood and walked closer, leaning forward on his cane as he studied the projection. It seemed like some kind of bar. He mused at how different modern bars looked from the speakeasies he would frequent during his own life.

“What heavenly task are you doing in a bar?” He joked, trying to find something interesting in the projection. It just seemed like generic bar business. Loud, flirtatious women and boisterous, over confident men. That, at least, was the same from his day.

“Like I said earlier,” Charlie explained, looking around the room. The projection seemed to follow her movement, and Alastor recognized that he was basically seeing through her eyes. How curious. “There’s some… soul they lost control of. And they want me to report to them about her.”

Alastor was very curious to see what kind of soul broke from control of literal heaven. He watched rather intently, leaned forward against his cane to watch the projection.

Charlie turned another knob, and the sound of tacky pop music and loud chatter began to emanate from the bar scene. Alastor wasn’t a fan of newer music, but he was often forced to listen anyway in the hotel lobby.

“Is it possible to turn down that dreadful noise?” He complained to her, announcing his dissatisfaction.

“No. I need to be able to hear what the woman is saying,” Charlie answered stubbornly. Alastor’s microphone of a cane began to obnoxiously play a song of his choice for a moment in retaliation, but died down after a few moments. After all, Charlie ignored his attempt at aggravation, so there was no point in keeping it up.

Charlie looked around the bar, searching. Finally, her gaze settled on a fancier booth with half drawn curtains. From her angle, she could only see a woman. She looked frustrated.

“---get out of your shell! It’s about time you start talking to some guys for once,” Charlie caught the tail end of the woman’s statement. She was gesturing wildly around, exasperation evident in the jagged movements. “I’m sick of watching you pine for somebody who’s been gone for ages.”

★

“Ten years isn’t ages, Mechiele,” You drew your finger against the table, making shapes with the rim of water that the condensation from your glass left. Nearly a hundred years, more like, You commented to yourself. You never told anybody that you were an immortal being. Nobody believed you when you did, anyway.

You sat your cheek against the palm of your hand and lifted your gaze to your friend, who looked at you with a sharp frown. You shot her a weak smile.

“Can you just drop it?” You asked, nearly pleading. You didn’t want to cry tonight, being a little tipsy—you were an emotional drunk. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself blabbering about a dead husband.

“Come on,” Mechiele said impatiently, pushing your pleas aside. “There’s so many hot guys in here, I bet one would just love to take a piece of work like you home and-”

“Mechiele.” You hoped your tone was enough to shut her up.

You should’ve known better, honestly. Mechiele was already abrasive when she was sober, but with the amount of drinks she’s had tonight…

“No, no, no! You bum! Get your ass up right now and get out there! And take that ring off while you’re at it!”

Mechiele quickly lunged at you, a much too playful look in her eye considering how pissed you were right now. You yanked your arm away from her grasp, cupping your hand protectively with the other, shielding the golden band on your finger from her.

“Fucking drop it!” You snapped at her, standing from your seat. “I’m going home. You’re too drunk. I’ll drive.”

“You’re so fucking lame,” Mechiele droned, falling back into her seat. She wouldn’t budge when you urged her to stand and come with you. “He’s fuckin’ dead! Get a new man, already! Alastor’s not-”

Mechiele stopped abruptly when you smacked her. It wasn’t an incredibly hard smack or anything, barely enough to leave a red bloom on her cheek, but it was enough. She looked at you through narrowed eyes. You returned the same expression.

You left the booth and stormed off, cursing under your breath about it all. About Mechiele, about this stupid bar, about the tipsy feeling in your head, about Alastor—

You folded your arms together as you briskly walked to your car, yelling in frustration at your heels and ripping them off your feet. The ground was a little wet and cold, but you didn’t care. After making it to your car, you threw yourself in an switched it on.

You thought for a few moments. You were lightheaded after a few drinks, but you really didn’t want to wait for a taxi. You’d probably be fine, yeah? Sure. Against your better judgment, you began to drive.

It was a long drive, but it gave you some time to think.

You missed him. You pined for him. Nearly every night was agony, missing the presence of the only man you’ve ever fallen in love with.

You cursed whatever higher power there was for making you this way—immortal. How cruel it was, to make you live forever to suffer this longing. You didn’t even notice when you ended up in your room, but you let yourself fall face first onto your bed, curling up into a ball.

Even more, you cursed yourself for ever falling in love. You should’ve known it would only lead to an endless torture of heartbreak. You would never love anybody the same; although, you don’t think you’d want to, even if you could.

You were born to suffer. To spend an eternity in life without him.

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Charlie continued to watch in shock for a few moments, her mouth dropped at the mention of the Radio Demon’s name. The previously hidden woman stepped from the bar, a furious look in her eyes as she stormed away. Mechiele was left with stubbornly folded arms and an empty glass of alcohol.

“Heyyy, uh, Al, how common is your name..? Do you know…” Charlie asked a bit awkwardly. She got no response. She lifted the headset, and realized he was gone. Even still, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of intense static, and the air somehow felt a bit heavier than before.

★

This had to be some cruel, sick joke, right? Heaven had to be toying with him, finally finding a way to torture his soul. His wife—she was dead. It had been nearly a hundred years since he died, and even if she had lived till she was old—

Alastor was pacing his room, ears pinned and eyes wide in frantic thought. Oh, how he yearned for her. He had managed for so long to push the memory of her away, to lock up his loss in a tight cage as he climbed the ranks of hell; it had all come rushing, barreling, torrenting back when he had seen her—or, no, somebody that looked like her—step out of those curtains. It was only a coincidence that that woman looked like his wife, and only a coincidence that she had a dead husband that shared his name.

His wife was in heaven, no doubt; which was where she belonged, of course, but Alastor had spent the last decade pining for somebody who he could never see again. If given the choice, Alastor wasn’t so sure himself if he was kind enough as to not tear her soul from Heaven and down to Hell by his side. Alternatively, even if Charlie’s idea of redemption were to work, Alastor was truly irredeemable. It was all wistful thinking, anyway.

Alastor’s claws dug into the curtains of his window, staring out into the streets of Hell in an attempt to concentrate on one steady stream of thought.

When billions of people touch the Earth, it’s only natural that coincidences like this rise. Right? He tried desperately to convince himself of different possibilities. It just made no sense.

A knocking at his door made Alastor’s grin curl in deadly malice. He really wasn’t in the mood.

He paced to his door, opened it just enough to fit his body in the frame, and glared down at Charlie. She was wringing her hands together nervously, and only seemed to grow more timid as the heavy, almost palpable ambience of his radio static filled the hallway she stood in.

“I’m busy,” Alastor said bluntly. His lips were curled in a sneer.

“I can tell,” Charlie responded. "I know you don't like talking about yourself-" She began to ramble on about him talking to her about his feelings and whatnot, but Alastor didn’t listen as he shut the door again.

Though, the interruption did give his mind a chance to slow. He sat on a chair in the corner of his room, and opted to fiddle with the radio on the drawer next to him. He tuned it—or, more just magically infused it—to play some jazz to try to keep his head level.

It would take some time to rebuild the dam that held back the memories of his wife. Even just the mere thought of her made him feel weak, and he hated it. The only soul he was capable of falling in love with—gone, forever.

Alastor never took the whole “eternity of damnation” thing seriously, considering the power he held and how comfortable he really was in Hell. However, when he remembered her—

Hell truly was torture. And he was cursed to spend his eternity in death without her.

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infi8ity · 2 months ago

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nsfw. | MDI.

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NANAMI KENTO WOULD LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR YOU. a truth that crystallized with an intoxicating certainty after a week of nights spent watching your set at the gentleman’s club.

always front and center, whiskey in hand, suit undone, he lounged with his arms draped over the plush velvet red sofa he paid a hefty sum for each night—just to throw you quadruple that on to the stage. if it weren’t for his old lady at home, he would empty his wallet at your feet without a second thought.

after late nights at the office on a business trip miles from home, he could never forget how he had stumbled across club and caught a glimpse of the flashing marquee: “dirty diana.” your name alone sent a thrill throughout him, pulling him in like a moth to a flame.

one glimpse turned into a nightly ritual, each visit an escape from the job slowly eating him alive and failing marriage quickly driving him to insanity. each moment with you a tantalizing promise he couldn't resist. each gaze shared, full of lust and curiosity— intensified his temptation of infidelity.

he could do nothing as he was sucked deeper into a world where all he could think about was you.

you moved under the dim LED lights with a sultry confidence that captivated him completely, each sway of your body around the steel iron pole a siren’s call that lured him further away from his faithfulness. as you danced, every movement seemed to whisper promises he longed to fulfill. a sea of men came to watch your performance every night, but your gaze only found him.

and with that— he knew nothing about you, only that he needed you.

he needed you so badly that the moment you approached him after your fifth set of the week to thank him for his generosity and support, all of his morals shattered in an instant.

he needed you so badly that it took every ounce of restraint not to cum in his pants the moment he heard you speak for the first time—your voice a sultry melody that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. he needed you so badly that within an hour of meeting and sharing a few drinks with you, he was driving you back with him to the penthouse suite of his hotel down the road. he needed you so badly, that he didn't dare feel an ounce of shame when binding your hands together above your head with the tie that your wife gifted you last christmas.

he needed you so badly, that he didn't even have the decency to remove the silver wedding band on his left index finger as he palmed your beautiful tits in between his fingers or as you sucked your own juices clean from his digits.

how could he feel like a horrible person for cheating when your pussy felt as if it were made for him? when your sighs were delicate and pretty, and the way you looked at him beneath your lashes made him forget every worry and trouble he’d ever faced.

with his dick buried deep inside of you, he was lost in a world where guilt didn’t exist.

his wife never fucked him like this. her arch wasn’t as deep as yours… she never drained his cock dry, nor has she ever deep throated his length with such soft lips…

as you clenched tightly around his dick, your cunt slick with a mix of your climaxes, nanami decided that if he were to die in this very moment, he would die the happiest man on earth.

you knew he was married. you had seen the ring. the way he discarded his phone without a care in the world every time her name flashed across his screen. but you didn’t care. you had never done this before and you should have felt shitty but with every thrust into you, his chants of leaving his wife for you had your orgasm soon crashing over you. voices filling the room, a symphony of praises for each other. he whispers sweet promises of giving you the world.

you’d never have to dance again. at that revelation, you put your all in to satisfying him and he could not get enough of you.

nanami wanted to fuck you for the rest of his life. he wanted to gaze in to those beautiful eyes for all of eternity. as dawn broke over the penthouse after countless rounds, whilst bending you over against the kitchen island and pounding into your sore pussy relentlessly; it was you he let you break the need his wife. in response to her ten missed calls and 17 unanswered messages— under his instruction, you texted her four simple words.

"I want a divorce."

for hours following, he continued to have his way with you, his only regard for you as the new mrs.kento.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Okay. It’s me again luv. And as a chubby woman…HOW WOULD SIMON GHOST FUCKING RILEY REACT TO HAVING A CHUBBY WIFE? LIKE I MEAN ONE DAY READER JUST WEARS A MINISKIRT WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH (IM TALKIN NO SHORTS OR PANTIES) AND WEARS A SHORT ASS CROP TOP (just to see how it fits and stuff Yk? Like playing dress up) AND SIMON COMES HOME FROM A MISSION AND HE JUST ABSOLUTELY LOSES IT. 😾🙏 I know Simon would appreciate a bit of cushion. (Maybe.)

Home Is Wherever I'm With You (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut (18+) Warnings: Oral Sex (M!/F!Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Clit Play, Soft Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampies, Semi-Mating Press/Missionary, Slight Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Pet Names (love/lovie, honey/hun, daddy, babe, baby, sweetheart) Word Count: 3.4k+

A/N: Hello! It's so good to hear from you again! Thank you so much for your spicy/sweet request. And honey...I just know Simon would absolutely adore a woman with cushion. 🫶 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you shut the front door behind you. To say it was a long week...no...a long month would be an understatement. Work's been a nightmare and you haven't had the pleasure of coming home to your husband's loving arms. Those long days and lonely nights all lead to you snatching your purse and walking out the door for some retail therapy. The plastic bag swayed in your grip as you padded to your bedroom, eager to try on your new outfit. You tossed it onto the bed before pulling out a very short, black mini-skirt and a cute crop top to match.

You hummed as you pulled off your dress...and then a thought suddenly crossed your mind. You blushed as your eyes flicked up to your reflection. Your nostrils flared as you tugged your bra and panties off before taking the skirt into your hands. You slid the soft, black mini-skirt over your thick thighs, the fabric pleasantly soft against your skin. You smiled as it perfectly glided over your curves, accentuating your round bum as you turned to look at yourself in the full-length mirror.

You grinned as you reached over and grabbed the crop top lying on your bed. The fabric also felt perfectly soft as you pushed your arms through. You grunted as you adjusted the top, your breasts bouncing within the confines of the dark fabric as you turned back around. You adjusted your clothes before striking a pose in the mirror.

“Why, hello there,” you giggled as you waved at your reflection, imagining you were speaking to your husband. You glanced down at your outfit. “Oh, this little get up?” you asked as you smoothed your hands down your sides. “Well, I bought it just for you, you know,” you winked before biting your lip.

“Really? Just for me?” you heard a gruff, familiar voice ask from the doorway. You gasped and spun around, your cheeks burning as Simon stood on the threshold of your bedroom.

“Simon!” you cried as you ran over. He instantly dropped his duffel bag, your heart lighting up as he stretched his arms out. You nearly tackled him to the ground as you embraced him, pushing your face into his broad chest as you squeezed him tightly. He stroked his thick fingers through your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re here, you’re really here,” you sniffed. Simon gave an warm yet exhausted grin as he leaned back and cupped your plush cheek.

“I missed you so much, love,” he whispered as he rubbed his thumb across the side of your face.

"I missed you, too," you smiled widely. Both of you gazed deeply into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity before you slowly raised yourself up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. You sighed, eyes closing as you kept your arms wrapped around his taut back.

Simon groaned into your mouth as he cupped your face with both hands, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against your cheek. Warmth spread from the top of your head to the tips of your toes as he held you close, the smell of gun oil and cologne flooding your senses.

“Were you expecting me to get home early?” he mused as he slowly bunched up the fabric of your mini-skirt. You shivered when the cold air instantly hit your slick slit, your walls fluttering as he slid his thumb over your throbbing clit.

“I-I was just trying on some new clothes,” you swallowed. Your husband quirked a brow.

“Mhm,” he hummed before sliding his other hand down the curve of your ass. You squeaked as he laid a soft slap against your bum, your spine arching as the mild sting sank into your skin. “Trying them on with no panties or bra?” he piqued before starting to circle your bundle of nerves with his thick thumb. You released a quiet moan as he massaged your nub.

“Didn’t know I had such a naughty wife to come home to,” Simon murmured with a wry grin. You squealed as he pulled your top up, your ripe tits bouncing down. Simon grunted as he watched your breasts jiggle.

“Fuck, I've missed being able to touch you,” Simon licked his lips right against your ear. You moaned softly as you felt something hard press against the inner plush of your thigh.

“Please,” you sighed, letting your warm breath fall against his clavicle. “Please, touch me, Simon,” you panted as he swiped over your clit.

“Fuckin' hell,” he breathed. You whined as you felt the pads of his digits tease your puffy folds, your slick coating his tips as you rocked your hips back and forth against his calloused palm. You looked up into his dark, chocolate brown eyes as your face flushed with heat.

“Simon,” you moaned a little louder than you intended. Simon's eyes widened slightly before he suddenly yanked your skirt down your thighs. You gasped as a blanket of goosebumps crossed over your skin.

“I'll never grow tired of this gorgeous sight,” your husband grunted as he hungrily eyed your exposed sex. You gave him a dreamy, half-lidded look as you wiggled out of your skirt. His sharp eyes were trained on you like a hawk as you slipped the crop top past your shoulders, your hairs standing on end as you swayed your hips a little.

"This is even better," he smirked as his hands fell to your waist. You slowly blinked as you snaked your fingers around two of his belt loops. He chuckled as you lead him towards the bed. You mewled as you sank down onto the mattress, his hands resting on your shoulders.

"You sure you want this? Got quite a bit of...tension that's been building up over the past month," Simon husked as his eyes raked over your naked form. You nodded, causing him to chuckle as he tugged his dark gray shirt above his head.

Your eyes trailed down the front of his chiseled body before pausing on the prominent bulge growing beneath his slacks. Simon gasped quietly as you traced your hands over every dip and curve of his scarred abdomen before grabbing his zipper. Your love looked at you fondly as your hands made quick work of undoing his pants. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you pulled his slacks and briefs down in one fluid motion.

Your eyes immediately locked onto his hard, twitching cock as it jumped from its confines and slapped against his lower belly. You licked your lips before looking up at him, his expression completely overwhelmed with pure desire.

“Si, is it okay if I actually spoil you a little first?” you asked as you gazed up at him with a pleading look, your hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Simon sighed as he gently placed his hand on the back of your head.

“Babe, you don’t have to,” he replied as he stroked his fingers through your locks. You shook your head and bit your lip.

“But I want to, Simon,” you said. “You’ve been gone for so long, and I just…I want to,” you finished as you gave him your best doe-eyed look. Simon’s eyes lit up as he gave you a gentle smile.

“You're too good to me, hun," he sighed before kissing the crown of your head. "Let me just-” he slipped away before climbing onto the bed. He grunted as he settled against the pillows, letting his muscular legs spread a little as you crawled over to him. You smiled before pecking his lips, your hand falling back down to curl around his thick cock. Simon sighed when you squeezed the base of his length with your warm palm.

He released a shaky breath as you pulled his foreskin back, revealing the flush, leaking tip of his swollen cock. You gave him a seductive smirk as you adjusted yourself on the bed. You braced your hand on his other thigh as you laid on your stomach, your breasts pushing together as you squeezed his cock in your fist.

A small grin crossed your face as you placed a long, loving kiss on his slick cockhead. Your husband’s thighs clenched beneath your hand as you began to slowly pump your other fist around his length. His cock twitched as you peppered his tip with quick, gentle kisses. You parted your lips and began to suckle on his bulbous head, the salty taste of sweat and precum flooding your tastebuds as you moaned.

Simon grunted as he watched you smother the head of his dick with your glistening spit. He gasped as you flicked your tongue over his slit before wrapping your lips around his mushroom-like tip. Your husband groaned loudly as you swirled your wet muscle around his burning tip. You moaned as you continued to grip and pump your hand at the base of his shaft while massaging the head with your tongue.

“Love, please. I-I need to feel your perfect mouth around my cock,” he choked. You grinned before quickly enveloping your plump lips around his dick. He released a feral snarl as you began to sink down on his length, hollowing your cheeks with every inch. Simon sputtered, the rough pads of his fingers gripping the back of your head as you eased his cock in and out of your warm mouth.

He gently bucked his hips forward as you slobbered all over his meaty shaft. Simon panted as you lovingly sucked his dick, his cock fitting inside your tight throat perfectly. You gazed up at him with tears in your lashes as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing him to gasp and shudder.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he praised as he fucked your face in time with the bobbing of your head. You breathed through your nose as you felt his heavy balls slap against your chin as he pistoned his cock down your throat. He stiffened as you let your tongue glide across the thick vein on the bottom of his shaft before you swirled it around his tip again, repeating the process each time your head came up.

“(Y-Y/N),” Simon grunted, his muscular thighs twitching as you began to bob your head at a faster pace. You closed your eyes as you felt his cock throb inside your mouth, more precum leaking down your throat as you keened around his girth. You could feel arousal drip from your slit as you felt his balls twitch against your face. You sputtered when he suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you off of his length. You coughed before gazing up at him with a puzzled expression, your scalp stinging slightly as his hand slipped away.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. Simon’s chest heaved as he rubbed his hand through his matted, dirty blond hair. He licked his lips before leaned forward. You squealed as he pressed his front against yours, your back crashing against the mattress as he hovered above you.

“Sorry for bein' rough with your hair, but I really want to cum inside you, sweetheart,” Simon confessed with a sharp exhale. Your eyes widened as his hands glided across your breasts, his eyes deep and yearning for the comfort of your soft body. Your heart pounded against your sternum as he slid a pillow beneath your lower back.

“But first, I want to return the favor and eat this sweet, juicy pussy of yours,” he purred as he spread your plush legs open, his mouth soon hovering above your slick pussy lips. You shuddered when he pulled your legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes now set on yours.

“Please,” you nearly choked on your own spit as your walls clenched around nothing. It was all Simon needed to press his eager mouth against your mound. A bolt of electricity shot down your spine as his tongue rolled out and gently lapped at your folds. Simon’s eyes closed as he hummed against your wet slit, his hands rubbing your muffin top as the balls of your feet squeezed his upper back.

“S-Simon!” you mewled as your hands gripped his dirty blonde hair. Your head tilted back as your husband shoved his entire face into your pussy, his crooked nose brushing up against your swollen clit as he painted bold, sloppy stripes up and down your slit. Your legs shook around his head as you felt the tip of his wet muscle swirl around your entrance. A sharp cry left you as he slowly shoved his thick tongue inside your gushing, tight hole.

“Oh my God,” you whined as he began to pump his tongue inside your pussy, your gummy walls molding perfectly to the shape of his muscle. You sputtered as he pressed his thumb against your clit, circling it slowly while he plunged his tongue deep inside your aching core. Everything burned inside and out; your body and mind consumed with bliss as he devoured your cunt like it was his last meal. You whined as you felt his tongue slip out, only to moan when he slid two of his thick digits inside your sopping cunt.

“So fuckin' tight-gonna have to stretch you out after bein' gone for so long," Simon groaned before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. Your back arched off of the pillow as your thighs jiggled in his grasp, his fingers dipping and curling within your plush walls as your husband moaned against your sex. Your fingers dug into his scalp as he suckled on your bundle of nerves, his fingers caressing every inch of your cunt.

“S-Simon,” you whined as he swirled his tongue around your button, his spit dribbling down your already soaked slit. Stars began to sprinkle your vision as he slid a third digit inside your squelching pussy. Your walls spasmed as he licked up and down from where he stuffed your cunt with his digits all the way up to your quivering clit. You let out a few shaky breaths before your hips snapped forward, your walls pulsating around his digits as you screamed his name.

You sobbed as you were hit with wave after wave of blissful contractions, your belly puffing out as you heard your husband greedily slurp your nectar into his mouth. You babbled his name like a broken record as your hips rubbed against his face, completely soaking his chin with your arousal. Your entire body trembled as you floated back down from your high, hot tears pouring down your flushed cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision blurred as Simon gently pumped his fingers inside of your hole a few more times.

“You taste just as good as when I left,” he lapped at the corner of his mouth. "So. Fuckin'. Sweet," he purred as he licked the tips of his fingers, sending ripples of arousal across your trembling form. He kept his eyes on your blissful face as he let your legs fall back onto the bed. Simon smiled as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times as he positioned his hips. “Is it alright if we keep goin', hun?” he murmured. You nodded your head and rested your hands on his upper back. Simon chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Good...‘cause I’ve been waiting a whole month to cum inside this perfect pussy of yours,” he groaned. Your face grew hot as he guided the now cherry red tip of his cock to your entrance, his other hand bracing the side of your face. Simon grunted as he rubbed the head of his dick against your soaked folds before gently sliding it past the rim of your entrance. Both of you moaned as the fat tip of his cock began to spread your sensitive hole open. You dug small crescents into his shoulder blades, making him release a deep grunt.

“So fuckin’ warm,” Simon choked as his thick, veiny cock sank further inside your chubby cunt. Your pussy ached as you felt every curve and vein of his cock stroke your juicy walls. “Feelin’ alright, lovie?” he asked. You nodded as you felt the fullness inside your cunt swell with every inch he fed into you. Simon stuttered a bit when he finally bottomed out inside of you, his balls bouncing against the plush of your asscheeks.

“F-Feels so full,” you whined as your walls pulsated around his heavy cock. Simon kissed your forehead.

"I know, love. I'll start real slow, yeah?" he said lowly. You nodded, your eyes still glistening from your previous orgasm. Simon took a deep breath before slowly pulling his hips back, letting his cock ease in and out of you at a steady pace. You sighed as you felt the rock of his hips, his plush balls slapping against your wet folds as your round ass jiggled with every tender thrust.

“Y-You're stretching me so good, Si,” you moaned. Simon grunted, a sheen of sweat coating his body as he furrowed his brows. Your husband's hands moved to grip your muffin top as his cock twitched inside you.

“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he snapped his hips forward. Your eyes nearly crossed as your walls clenched around his shaft.

“Oh God, daddy,” you whined as he picked up the pace. Simon chuckled as you gasped, the tips of your ears burning as you sheepishly looked away.

“Daddy, hm?” your husband mused before suddenly curving his hips up. You cried out as the thick head of his cock perfectly rubbed against your soft g-spot. “Never heard that one before, lovie,” he teased. You laid there, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“Does that mean you want me to make you a mommy?” he suddenly husked. Your chest felt like it was about to burst as your bottom lip trembled.

“Y-Yes,” you admitted with a loud gasp. Simon groaned before suddenly hooking his arms beneath your plump legs. You yelped as he leaned his body forward, his hips slotting against your inner thighs as he pistoned his cock inside your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he moaned, his cheek brushing against yours as he kept the bend of your knees slotting behind his burly arms. Your cheeks began to clap as he thrusted faster and faster, the momentum quickly bringing you to the sharp edge of your second orgasm.

“O-Oh Simon!,” you moaned as your head rolled back. Simon cooed as you wailed, your walls hugging his throbbing shaft while he continued pistoning his shaft deep inside you.

“(Y/N), I’m-ah-I’m gettin’ close,” he grunted. Simon rested his forehead against yours as the back of your thighs began to burn, your tummy rubbing against his as he panted.

“Gonna be such a good mum-so patient and caring,” Simon murmured, his hot breath falling over your cheek as you whined. You arched your spine as his cock twitched inside you, his tip kissing your swollen cervix as he crashed his lips against yours. Your cheeks filled with heat as you felt his thrusts grow more sloppy and erratic, his breath stuttering as he snapped his hips forward one last time.

Both of you moaned as he pressed his cock all the way against your cervix. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt him spill his seed into your stretched out pussy, rope after rope of his thick cum painting your gummy walls. Simon panted as he gently rolled his hips, his cock squirting out the last of his spend as the two of you shivered with pure bliss. The two of you caught your breath as he slowly opened his eyes, his lips parted just above yours.

You sighed through your nose as he leaned down and instantly caught your mouth in another heated kiss, his lips tenderly caressing yours. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from your face as he let his softening cock rest inside your snug pussy.

“You did so, so well, sweetheart,” Simon grinned before pecking your lips again. Your face felt flushed as he leaned back, letting your legs fall back onto the mattress before he laid himself on top of you. You sighed as he gently kissed your cheek.

“I love you,” you murmured sweetly. Simon’s dark eyes softened as he pecked your lips.

“Love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered.

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“the preacher may never marry us and my mother never know you, but i can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if that isnt marriage, im not sure what else god is looking for.” simons low voice greeted you as he slide a ring over your finger; just you and him sitting alone in the common room.

it was a simple silver ring brand with a small ‘s.r’ engraved on top of it. simon brought the ring plain and decided to engrave it himself, you could tell from how scratchy the letters were, but for you, it meant everything for you.

“its lovely, simon.” smiling up at simon, you wiped the small amount of tears that welled up in your eyes. a gruff chuckle left simon as he brought up a hand to wipe away your stray tears.

then he grabbed your ringed hand with his to reveal his silver band on his hand. you grabbed his hand to look at his ring; his large calloused hand was being held in your smaller ones as simons whiskey eyes lovely gazed over you.

simon also had an engraving on the inside of his wedding band; it just your full name he scratched into the band. since meeting and dating you for the past three years. for simon, it only made sense for him to have the name of the one and only person to have captured his heart and soul in the way you did.

you dont need a big ceremony, you dont need the dream wedding attire that you always dreamed of or a five tier weeding cake in both of your favorite flavors or dance in a beautifully decorated hall and surrounded by family and friends. it felt perfect for the both of you to have your vows, ceremony and reception in the base common room where it just the two of you.

“you are my forever, simon riley.” your voice softly broke the music simon put on as you both softly swayed with one another. his eyes softly crinkled, giving a gentle squeeze on your waist where one hand rested.

“then, you are my eternity, ___ riley.” pressing your lips together, simon pulled you closer to him with the music humming in the background. sock clad feet stepped with one another, you moved to rest your head on simons chest where you got hear his beating heart for you.

just two souls intertwined with one another to the point that it feels likes they always existed with one another, the thought of being apart unthinkable for them.

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Rayllum Month 2024 July 1st: Thinking Of You Under Every Full Moon

Rayla stood on the balcony of their home, the cool night air whispering against her skin. The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over everything it touched. It was a beautiful sight, one she had admired many times before, but tonight it felt bittersweet.

Callum was away on one of his monthly meetings with the council of primal mages, a group of both elves and humans working together to strengthen the bonds between their peoples. It was important work, and Rayla was proud of him, but that didn’t make his absence any easier to bear.

She leaned against the railing, her gaze fixed on the moon. It had become a ritual of sorts, standing here under its light, thinking of him, hoping for his safe return. She sighed softly, her fingers instinctively finding her rings. She twisted the bands around her finger, a nervous habit she had developed whenever Callum was away.

Her engagement ring sparkled in the moonlight, a delicate reminder of the day he had proposed, his voice trembling with emotion as he asked her to spend the rest of her life with him. The wedding ring beside it was a simple, elegant band, symbolizing the vows they had exchanged on their wedding day. Together, they were a testament to their love, their commitment, their journey.

Rayla closed her eyes, letting the memories wash over her. She could almost feel Callum’s arms around her, hear his voice whispering in her ear. It was a comforting thought, one that eased the ache in her heart, if only a little.

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Callum stood on the balcony of the palace in Lux Aurea, the golden city bathed in the silvery light of the full moon. The meeting with the council of primal mages had gone well, but his mind was elsewhere. As he leaned against the ornate railing, his thoughts wandered back to Rayla.

The moonlight reflected off the grand structures around him, but all he could think of was the balcony at home, where Rayla was probably standing right now, looking up at the same moon. The distance between them seemed vast, but the moonlight connected them.

Callum sighed, running a hand through his hair. He missed her terribly. Each day apart felt like an eternity, and though he knew their separation was temporary, it didn’t make the longing any easier. He pulled his tunic tighter around himself, as if trying to ward off the chill of loneliness.

His fingers brushed against the ring on his hand, the same one Rayla had slid onto his finger on their wedding day. He remembered the way her eyes had shone with love, the way her voice had trembled with emotion as she had said her vows. He smiled softly at the memory, his heart aching with the need to be with her.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the footsteps approaching until his friend and fellow mage, Thandor, appeared beside him. Thandor leaned casually against the railing, following Callum’s gaze to the moonlit horizon.

“Thinking about her, huh?” Thandor said, a knowing smile on his face. Callum turned to him, surprised but not entirely caught off guard. Thandor had a way of reading people, especially those he cared about.

“Yeah,” Callum admitted, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. “It’s hard being away from her, even if it’s just for a little while.”

Thandor nodded, his eyes reflecting understanding. “I get it. Every time I have to leave Arla, it feels like a part of me is missing. But it also makes coming home that much sweeter.”

Callum smiled, appreciating the sentiment. “I know. It’s just... sometimes I worry. We’ve been through so much, and I don’t want to take any moment for granted.”

Thandor placed a reassuring hand on Callum’s shoulder. “You’re doing good work here, Callum. Important work. But don’t forget, it’s okay to miss her. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. It just means you love her deeply.”

Callum nodded, feeling a bit of the weight lift from his shoulders. “Thanks, Thandor. I needed to hear that.”

They stood in companionable silence for a few moments, both lost in their thoughts. Then Thandor grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Besides, think of how much more you’ll appreciate the welcome home kiss.”

Callum laughed, the sound echoing softly in the night. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

As the two friends turned to head back inside, Callum took one last look at the moon, sending a silent message to Rayla. I’m thinking of you, always. He hoped she could feel it, wherever she was.

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Callum rode home on Orion, his loyal Shadowpaw, the familiar landscape of Katolis stretching out before him. He felt a rush of excitement as their house came into view, nestled comfortably in the forest outside Katolis Castle. The journey from Lux Aurea had been long, and he was eager to be back in Rayla’s arms.

As soon as he was close enough, Callum dismounted, barely taking a moment to steady himself before he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. He looked up just in time to see Rayla running towards him, her face lit up with joy.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Callum dropped Orion’s reins and opened his arms, catching Rayla as she launched herself at him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss—hers just as sweet as he remembered, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He grabbed her by the waist, twirling her around as the world seemed to spin with them.

Even once he’d spun her, he still held her up for a few moments. Rayla’s hands fell to his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair as she deepened the kiss. Eventually, he gently set her down, their lips parting but their foreheads resting against each other.

Callum kissed her forehead, his arms still securely around her waist. “I missed you too,” he murmured softly. Then, he began to pepper her face with kisses. Some landed on her cheek, others on her nose, her jaw, the curved markings under her eyes, and her forehead once more, and occasionally, he brushed his lips against hers. Over and over, he continued.

Rayla barely suppressed a giggle, squirming slightly under the onslaught of affection. “Callum—” she tried to protest, but he made no indication that he’d heard her, too absorbed in his joyous reunion.

Finally, he paused, looking into her eyes with all the love he felt for her. “I love you,”

Rayla’s heart swelled, her smile growing wider. “I love you too, Callum. So much.”

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