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tonycries · 2 months ago
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She's My Vitals!
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Synopsis. The best part about a séx ban? When they’re broken!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx bans, bondagé, PÚSSYDRUNK BOYS, creampíes, CÚMPLAY, spítting, true form! Sukuna, dp, pússy-slappíng, chokíng Nanami, BRÉEDING, markíng, making him whíne, talking to her, jealous Nanami, fínger-súcking, NÉEDY boys, “just the típ”, heinous things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. LAST LEAK DAY HOW ARE WE FEELING BBYGIRLS??
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♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 week…almost
“Oh god…” he’s rasping out, skimming a thick thumb over where your flimsy panties were the most translucent. Just the sticky sheen of saturated slick makes him salivate, neglected cock throbbing with how much he’s missed you. “Y’really got me begging, huh, naughty girl?”
Now, Toji Fushiguro doesn’t ask for attention - either you come to him with that cute pout of yours, begging him to fuck you full of his long, solid inches or you don’t. Toji Fushiguro doesn’t grovel - he’s never just barely lasted only a measly week since being punished with a sex ban. Banging at your door soon after, strong arms just wrangling his pretty girl to the ground right then and there. 
But here he was. 
“S-so eager.” you’re humming, the hardwood floors of your hallway chafes lightly underneath your arched back. Your nails dig into his muscled shoulders, holding back a giggle at the way he’s already so gone. Eyes droopy, abs flexing, panting. “Affected so much by-”
“-just a week?” Two rough hands knead at your ass, dragging your body forwards to grind his angry cock in a sultry push. “A week of hell, you mean.”
There’s a soft smack! gifted right onto your puffed-up clit, and Toji has the audacity to laugh - laugh, all low and humorless when your needy cunt gushes out in another way of your syrupy sweet juices. 
“Though…” he circles his thick, reddish head over your quivering entrance, gliding over the glistening mess you’ve made. Coating around your puffy teasingly with every ribbon of his thick precum, “-seems like I wasn’t the- hah- only one all desperate n’ shit for you.” That sinful scar positioned on his lips grazes jaggedly against yours in a lazy kiss, “Missed me, woman?”
You’re rolling your eyes, “Real rich coming from-” And Toji can’t do anything but watch when your hand dips down between your two pressed-up bodies to wrap around his fat hilt. He throws his head back, swearing when you just slot his leaky tip between your swollen folds. Sensitive and so swelteringly hot. “-the same man that almost broke down my door at two in the m-morning because he missed me too much, Toji.”
Fuck- fuck, Toji doesn’t think he even heard whatever just came out of your mouth. No, he was way too busy trying not to fucking pass out. Humping you pathetically as if in heat now, gulping at the dripping wet squelches from down below. Shit, his favorite song.
“Say it.” You’re feeling two of his thick palms come up to rest atop your head, lacing those thick fingers of his slowly. “Say my name again.”
It was almost endearing how tough he still tried to sound. Acting like his body wasn’t wracking with a jolting shudder every time you’re grinding your hips up in steady gyrations against his rock-hard cock. 
“Say what now?” you purr, silky sweet. Peppering a lingering kiss against his forehead, his scar, only to have him bite down on your lower lip in warning. “Toji? The same Toji that was so mean to me - ignoring me for some stupid mission? The same big, bad Toji Fushiguro who took less than a week to crack-”
“M’sorry!” And usually you’d love to tease Toji more for the way he was cutting you off so much, but he just sounded like he was in utter wreck. Lips wobbling, a baritone ah! ah! ah! leaving with each sopping glissade of your cunt across his twitchy shaft. “There! I said it. Won’t- won’t miss another one of our hngh! d-dates for a job, m’kay? Fuck this sex ban- I’ll even answer your cute calls in the middle of finishing off a target if I have to just please-”
Ah, there it was.
The heady hallway - fuck, you two hadn’t even made it to the bed, yet - rings out with the soft thwack! of Toji’s heavy, cum-filled balls against your ass. Only increasing in volume with each greedier and greedier little half-thrust into your snug cunt. 
“Ngh! Toji- Toji f-fuck.” you’re keening at the feeling of all the air in your lungs being thoroughly pushed out. “Y-you’re lucky you’re so convincing-”
And he feels so hot, dizzy head being flung back at the heavenly suck of your pussy swallowing him up. Being stretched so gapingly open, it’s like his girth is contorting your velvety walls to his very shape. Stretching you out so much, massaging your sweet spots without even trying, reaching for your very womb-
“Ha-ahh- so tight- fuck- no wonder I almost broke yer damn door down.” he’s breathing out. The words finally registering, “Is it me that’s convincing or is it-” His biceps bulge with effort, rippling as the vice-like restraint above you is pushing you down, down, down to his hold. “-is it this?” 
You can’t even form an answer if you wanted to - because Toji was hunching over his hulking body to bully his fat cock into you in thorough, jagged ruts of his hips. Keeping you stuck in his vice-like hold, fully in the face of all his pressurized thrusts.
“What? Cat got yer- ngh tongue?” Toji smiles, smugly. Obscenely. “I missed your p-pretty voice just as much as this cunt, y’know? Why don’t ya use those words f’me, doll?”
Your entire body just jerks upwards when one of his soft palms plant back down on your clit, giving another simpering smack!
“Yes!” you’re spitting, and there’s such a supple satisfaction in Toji’s movements now. “M-missed this- missed you so much…”
“Tha’s fuckin’ right. Never gonna let ya forget it.” He’s grunting throatily at your answer, the soft, rounded pads of his fingers swirl over your stinging clit, eager to give another playful slap. He stills - and you whine, grinding down pleadingly. Exactly how he wanted it. “So why dontcha fuck back into me n’ show me, you lil’ tease?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 17 days
There’s a slow, syrupy puddle growing on your inner thighs - not between them, no, on top of them. Glossing down your skin in a milky ooze, Nanami’s red, achy cock right in the center of it all. Rubbing and grinding rawly between your thighs, he’s rutting forward like he’s out of control-
“M-my love.” Even those words sound so wrecked, Nanami’s soft baritone cracking, a few octaves higher than usual. “Are you- hah- doing okay?”
Your kiss-bitten pout makes his thick length jolt in interest, surging forwards to kiss them. “I am, Ken. Which is why I r-really want you to break the-”
“No!” he’s gasping, and there’s another harsh glissade of his glisteningly wet cock just across your puffed-up folds. Two firm hands hold your squirming hips still while he fucks your thighs even sloppier. Drowsy, almost. “No no no- we can’t. Don’t wanna overwork my gorgeous wife, sh-she’s already had such a long month at work, no?”
You shake your head stubbornly, pulling on the loosened end of his favorite speckled yellow tie to just drag Nanami even closer. “M’not-”
“But- the project-”
“Told you m’not overworked, okay, Ken?” Within only a few moments, you’ve got your trembly legs hooked around muscled hips, feeling his dick reach every single one of your hidden sweet spots and crannies with just the single inch he’s sinking in. Accidentally - but oh, an accident never felt so good. “Besides…e-even with this annoying new project, the month’s been even hah- longer because of this sex ban. I really, really miss you inside me–”
“Oh…better not have told me that.” He breathes into the crook of your neck, hiding away that rosy blush high on his cheeks. And before you can comfort your dear husband - or maybe make him even more flustered - he’s giving one, solid thrust into the depths of your awaiting cunt. Slowly. “After- after so long. Fuuuck- you shouldn’t have told me that.”
Giving a steady roll of his hips until you were just gasping at the sheer thickness. Nanami’s long girth leaving you spotless, swiveling his fat head easily against your g-spot.
“F-fuck-” he’s still muttering to himself, jaw clenched tight with all the strain of not devouring you whole after so long-
“So do it.” 
Your words make him still in his unforgiving pace, cocking a head in confusion. The sight of him - all disheveled and blushing an innocent red, eyes drooped in pussydrunk pleasure, mouth parted sweetly - has you giggling. “Seriously- aww, Ken, you didn’t even realize you were talking out loud?” Your palms smooth their way over his blue button-up, too impatient to have stripped out of it. “Do it. Dontcha think the best ngh! de-stressor during a long work project would be this-”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence - and you didn’t have to. Because Nanami is doing exactly that. 
“You’re not good f’me-” he draws a greedy thumb over your clit in tight, methodical circles. Pressing sweet peck after peck on your sagging open lips, “You have- no idea- how I- hah- was holdin’ back all this time.”
Each squelching thrust has the pool of cum and your saturated slick expanding ever-wider. Drenching into the once-fresh sheets, your skin, forming a creamy ring around his heft base. It stands out so starkly against the neat patch of blond and his red, red shaft.
“Seein’ you walking around the office in those godforsaken short skirts.” he growls, sharp gaze honing in on the mess of fabric in tatters on the floor. “Havin’ those interns making eyes at you- Meanwhile I couldn’t even fuck my cute wife.” All those frustrations he’s channeling into his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper into the bed, you swear in the morning you’d be able to see the markings of his tight balls against your ass, his v-line against your thighs. “All because of some shitty project I couldn’t give less of a shit about.”
“S’almost- hah-” you’re hiccuping when his thumb strokes even harder, matching his lewd pace. “-s’almost over anyway. And I al-already filed the-”
“My love…” Nanami gently cuts in, just quelling your worried excuses with another jittering ram of his hips. Pressing expertly into where he already knew would make you squeal. “-this cockblocking project is the last thing I wan’ hear about right now-” He’s sucking gently on your lips in a sloppy kiss - his favorite type - “-I’d much prefer to finally hear you cum-”
And this was so unlike your dear husband. 
He was never this rough when throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, not giving you anything but a second to adjust before bending down, down, down to fold you into the meanest mating press possible. Never this hoarse with his words, wrenching out of his shot throat with each bludgeoning push into your cunt. Just ravaging you from the inside out. 
Soon enough, it gets too much.
And Nanami’s pants turn into heaves, his pressurized cadence turn into nothing more than languid, sloppy ruts back and forth back and forth back and-
“K-Ken-” Your fingers find their way to his tie again - pulling so hard that it makes him lightheaded. So tight it cuts a red indent into his golden skin. “M’so close-”
You’d heard about the type of orgasms so sudden that you don’t even realize you’re having them. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that you’re cumming. So hard, so aggressive, even that Nanami has to bite back his own groans. 
Head falling backwards at how almost-difficult it was to drive into your snug cunt now, velvety walls constricting with pleasure. Milking him so fucking good- “Yeah- yeah fuck, choke me. Choke me while you cum, darling.”
In a split-second, the pads of Nanami’s fingers on your clit shove themselves between your lips. The honeyed cum and slick pooled thickly in a candied coat that makes you throb. 
“That s’for not hngh! telling me sooner about the project almost being done. And this-” It’s followed by a gentle peck to your forehead, and an absolutely not gentle twitch of his weepy cock inside you. His fingers tighten inside your mouth, yours tighten around his tie, “-is for all the overtime m’gonna hafta make up for.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 8 days
It’s been too long - way too long. A week- fuck, maybe more? 
Geto doesn’t know, can’t even think right now with the way each and every slow, smooth glissade of your puffed-up pussy down his long shaft have him losing his mind let alone his train of thought. Gritting his teeth, he tugs even tighter around the cool leather restrain pinning him down to the plush bed, “Th-this has already gone on for a week- hngh- don’t you think that’s enough teasing, gorgeous?”
Fuck him and his stubborn streak.
“Over a week of you giving me the cold shoulder, Sugu?” Oh your saccharine sweet hum is enough for the curve of his cock to twitch up. Bumping lewdly against your clit, “I think m’being more than generous.”
Your leader’s dark brows knit even deeper in frustration, the need bleeding into those heaving shudders of his. “Aww, c-come on—” And if you didn’t know any better you’d have said that Geto Suguru was whining - whining. The headboard rattles loudly when he pulls, “Y’know I didn’t mean it- was jus’ a lil’ lesson because y’d-didn’t finish your duties as my second-in-command. I already give you ‘nough pretty privilege, don’t I?”
“Oh yeah?” you’re huffing, leaning forward until he gets the perfect view of your perky tits. Geto can’t help the way his tongue lolls out to suckle gently on your nipples. Handsome cheeks hollowing out with each swirling movement. “And I’m gonna give you a muzzle next if you don’t stop running that mean mouth.”
Shit, Geto blames it on not having you for a while now - fuck this sex ban - because he can already feel his weepy cock gush out in a fresh coat of syrupy precum. Steamy and sticky between your thighs, it was almost fucking embarrassing.
“Yes, ma’am.” he gasps out, sounding as disoriented as you looked right now. There’s a candied string of spit between his glossed-over lips and your tits that snaps around his almost leering smile. “Anything for you.”
If you felt his admission was mocking, then you didn’t say anything. And Geto was so fucking thankful, because just then you’re positioning his achy cock right at your slobbering entrance. Coating down his angry, angry shaft in your sweet juices before sinking down - slowly. So, so torturously slow. 
“Fuck!” Geto’s biting his lip when your silky soft walls give an experimental squeeze, tugging the rest of him even deeper into your tight channel. Throwing his head back, lazily - this was heaven. “I’m so- C-can’t you hurry-”
“Nope.” you grin, popping the “p”. Your gyrating hips falter into stillness, until your filthy cunt’s just barely cockwarming him at this point. Hands ghosting up his flexing abs, the plans of his bulging pecs, up, up, up until they wrap so prettily around Geto’s milky throat. “Why dontcha do it yourself since you want it so bad, hm?”
Ah, he’s in love.
“Anything for you.”
Jaw tensing, his eyes are locked on the way your pussy lips part around him. Straddled and sat so prettily on top of him, he’s planting his feet onto the silken sheets without a second thought. Long fingers intertwining deftly with the chain on those cuffs, leveraging you just right and-
Snap!
Both of you gasp in surprised synchronization when those expensive handcuffs - custom-made, mind you - shred easily. Raising your eyes to look at Geto and- oh, fuck. You were fucked. 
“That wasn’t on the plan but…” his dark eyes glint with such a predatory spark, plump lips curling into an easy smirk. He soothes over the stinging red where he’d been held, greedy gaze locked on you. And only you. “...neither was havin’ my cute lil’ assistant tie me up, hm?” 
In all of two seconds, you’re just being slammed down onto the hard ridges of Geto’s defined hipbones. Bruises sure to blossom up on your skin when his two rough palms grab a ravenous handful of your ass. Reeling your pliant body up, up, up till the very tip of his velvety cock kissed teasingly at your hole, and down. 
“O-oh!” Your hands come down to his sculpted chest, skin heated against his soft puffs of breath. And it’s just about all you can manage to get out, mouth salivating at all of the thick inches of him filling you up, so dreadfully bullying with his thrusts.
“Shit- shit shit shit, fuckin’ missed this. Must’ve had a lotttt of fun hngh! playing around with your leader, huh?” Geto lingers in hot pecks at the corners of your eyes, tasting the salty sting of your tears. “Treatin’ me like I was second-in-command. Did it get you wet, gorgeous?”
He’s leaning back to get a better view of the way your pussy was being split open, glistening and winking up at him. “Yeahhh, it sure did- jus’ look at you. You’ve been hating this petty sex ban as much as I have.”
Just the thought is enough to have whatever blood is left in his body to rush even more feverishly into his painful cock. Bulbous tip blushing a rosy red, his ravaged cock gushes sensitively with hot precum after so long, growing even girthier inside you.
You’re whining at the feeling of your already-contracted walls being stretched even more like elastic around him. “I- I did-” 
He fucks out whatever poor cry is on the tip of your tongue with a harsh thrust, arching into a perfect curve of his body against yours. 
“Awww, I know, pretty girl. I know–” Geto soothes, gliding away your glossy pout with his thumb, before pressing such a tauntingly sweet sweet kiss. “N’ we’ve gotta make up for th-those hah! eight days, right?” At your barely-lucid nod, he only grins wider. Fuck yeah, he missed this. And he’s never letting you out of his sight. “And afterward- we can talk about a little ah- promotion, how about that?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 2 days
“Just the tip.” Choso’s hushing hotly against your ear later into the night, eyes double-checking at his locked door before rutting his hot, hefty erection against the globes of your ass. “Just the- hah- tip, baby please. Feels like m’gonna die if I don’t get just a feel of your cute cunt already.”
It’s only been two days visiting his family, and Choso feels like he’s just about ready to burst. All those soft moments babying his little brother, those stupid lil’ jokes from his uncle about adding another Itadori to the family - they were swirling up inside his hazy mind and flowing straight to his achy cock. Rock-hard and leaking saturated precum all over the back of your soft cotton sleep shorts. 
Choso wanted you - and he wanted you now. 
“Baby…” his drowsy kiss drags along your lips. A calloused hand comes up under your leg to slot his achy cock between them, rubbing and grinding in smooth, slow gyrations. Shuddering, “Don’t care if we’re loud I- hah- r-really just wanna fuck a baby into ya.”
“Shh shhh, go ahead, Cho.” you giggle, whirling over your shoulder to teasingly peck at the tip of his nose. “But jus’ the tip, m’kay?”
Your sweet boyfriend’s nodding before you’re even finishing your sentence, not having the patience to even take your pajamas off. Just hooking a long, pale finger along the side of the fabric, throwing his head back against the pillows to take an even close look at the gloss of slick sticking to your inner thighs. 
“O-oh, baby. My baby–” his deep voice cracks. Biting back guttural groans when the very flushed thick tip of his cock dips so perfectly around the corner of your sopping slit. Frantically, he claps a hand over his loud moans, “Just…just the tip. Right?”
Whether he was asking you or whether he was asking himself you have no idea. Because Choso wasn’t wasting even a millisecond more, he’s rubbing in velvety glides at your swollen folds. So dripping wet that it takes him a few whimpering grinds to bully his fat head at your hole without sliding right across. Slowly. 
“Shit- missed this. J-juuust-” he’s heavily panting, kissing down your spine with each inch after fucking inch massaging inside your gummy walls. Throbbing heavily because shit, it might not have been long - but it’s felt like forever. “-the- the-”
Choso’s blabbering words only slur out even more through the gaps in his fingers, honeyed tone becoming more simpering. And you could count the hitches in his breath, the shake in his thighs when he’s disappearing between your legs. After not having you for a whole two days, he was pussydrunken already.
“Something wrong, baby?” you purr, tugging on his long strands of hair, now damp with sweat. “You look tense.”
“Tense?” Choso gasps, voice pitched up higher than usual with disbelief. “Wh-what are you ah- shit, don’ squeeze me like that- what are you t-talking about, m’not tense.” 
But your smug smirk only tugs wider at the jittery way his free hand locks onto the small of your waist. Pushing and pulling in a sultry pace, massaging your snug channel with the upwards curving divot on the very tip of his cock. Feeling just the very peak of that prominent vein he has down his creamy middle. 
“Are you sure?” you hum, hearing him outwardly gulp. And you know that you should go a little easy on him - your poor boyfriend did just spend the entire weekend being cockblocked by his family, after all. You know you should be mindful of the soft creaking of the bed, the ever-growing groans wrenching from Choso. “I would much rather you just-” Your nails leave ravaged red trails down his milky thighs “-breed me the way you’ve been wanting to these past two days, Cho.”
Oh, Choso could cry, he could moan, he could cum. 
And - tears pricking at his dewy, dark eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment - that’s exactly what he does. You’re letting out a mewl at the feeling of Choso’s sweltering hot tip just gliding across the spongy bottom of your cervix. Glossing over your insides with a thick coat of his cum, dredge after dredge of creamy white that fill you up so much. Seeping down through the corners of your sloppy hole and forming a milky ring around the tufts of black at his hilt. “Fuck- fuck m’blamin’ being cockblocked from this heavenly pussy f’this.”
“Fuck! Wasn’t even that long, Cho. I can ah- feel you all the way-” Your fingers slide up to about halfway at your stomach, pressing down on that familiar nudging divot, “-here.”
That’s all it takes for his weepy cock to just gush more spurts of seed again. Again and again and again- Immediately, his large hand covers your mouth, fully muffling those pretty moans. 
“F-fuck, pretty- m’y dad is j-just hah- the door over.” he’s almost bawling out, hips uncontrolled with the way he’s rutting up in deep, thorough pushed of his slender hips. “So loud.” But Choso makes no move to quieten either of you. Crashing his lips into yours to let your sweetened moans vibrate away into his mouth, heavy balls smacking against your skin in a heady thwack! thwack! thwack! “So messy.” 
You feel so sluggish being stuffed to the very brim like this, limbs aching with how close Choso was pinning you back against his muscled chest. There’s only so much that your cunt can take before it’s spreading out into a messy puddle below you two, adding to the gripping squelches. Shit, you two were definitely facing hell tomorrow - namely, a too-smug Sukuna. 
“Baby…” Choso drags out, in a way you already knew didn’t bode well. Two of his fingers swipe at the mess beading out, “Since m’being so loud…why don’t I busy my mouth with something else?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 5 hours (but he won’t admit it)
That pretty pout of yours was too irresistible, the way you’d kissed him goodbye too sultry - Sukuna knew your game. 
And here - teeth gritted, thighs bouncing in frustration under the table, anger flaring when his court meeting drags onto around the fifth consecutive hour - he also knew he was playing right into it.
Yeah, fuck that.
Which is why there isn’t even a shred of regret in his smirk when he finally reaches his breaking point - a click of his fingers and he’s no longer in the royal meeting room. Instead, nestling up to your side at his chambers, smothered amongst all the expensive silken sheets. 
Not even the tiniest speck of embarrassment in his next words to you, “On all fours, brat.”
“Kuna- you’re back- fuuuck-” your honeyed moans sound out over the way he had one large hand smushing you deeper and deeper into the cushiony pillows. “-you’re back e-early?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t have anything to hngh! do with it, woman.” he spits, and the mattress dips when he’s hiking up a powerful thigh. Using the leverage to pressurize each jarring, determined little half-thrust inside your gaping hole. “Teasing n’ toying with your king. You’re hah- r-real brave for a lil’ human y’know that?”
You’re whining, “A-all it took was f-five hours of a sex ban-”
Another one of his big, beefy arms swipe down your arched spine, dipping down to spread open your puffed-up folds even more. “Silence.”
So what if the king of curses couldn’t last five hours without your pretty pussy? Was that a crime? 
The vice-like grip on your head was forcing your bleary gaze down to where he was feeding your cunt with each of his massive inches. Two absolutely engorged cocks with twin reddish tips, glossing all over your poor entrance with matching gushes of hot precum. Just barely even halfway in - but you could already feel him bulging at your very stomach. “Heh…wouldya look at that. Didn’t even prep her as much as u-usual and she’s already this ready to take me. Are ya always such a slut?”
You can’t stop yourself from bowing even deeper into his hold, the upwards curve of your spine pushing you even closer to his stacked bases. 
“Answer me.” His deep baritone snaps you out of your little haze, and two hands prop you even closer. You could feel every heated gust of his words against the shell of your ear, “Speak, if you don’ wanna displease your king, little human.” 
And oh Sukuna can’t deny that stirring pride in his chest when your jumbled-out words spill out, body trembly, needy - but still so eager to please him. 
“I- I just-” Your breath hitches wetly in your chest when one of his four hulking arms dip downwards, toying with your swollen clit between two thick fingers. It takes a branding smack! to the fat of your ass to remember what you were trying to say again. “-just knew I was gonna miss you at the meeting today, Kuna.”
And if the way he jolted inside you wasn’t an answer - the raw divots of his cocks jostling inside you to crash into your g-spot - Sukuna gasps - gasps. Voice so simperingly silken when he asks, “You missed me?”
You’re nodding - but that isn’t enough for him, fuck it might never be. 
In retaliation, your pussy is being gifted with another few of his long thrusts. Two hands tightening roughly around your waist to keep his pretty girl from escaping.
“Like I said- u-use your hngh- words, doll.” Followed by such a mean bump of both rounded curves of his fat cockheads against your g-spot, making you cry out in your sweetened voice that he loved so much. “Clearly you’ve still got the voice, heh-”
The royal bed is creaking so loudly that Sukuna has half the mind to wonder whether the fools in the meeting room not too far away could hear. Ah, fuck them. Right now he couldn’t care less about anything other than you.
“I did miss you.” you’re mewling, big fat tears pricking at your eyes each time he’s drilling in. “Missed you so much, Kuna.”
There’s a sudden, sloppy squelch! And before you know it, he’s buried all the way in until the sensitive skin of your ass rubbed rawly against those rough patches of pink at his toned pelvis, Sukuna’s heavy balls kissing snugly against your thighs. 
“Ahh–” he’s heaving out, while you can do nothing but scramble towards the headboard, the sheets, anything. Peaking in the thumb rolling over your clit to take a good, long look at how your stuttering pussy was so obscenely stretched and molded around his cocks, all the way down to those ringed tattoos on his thick bases. Gapingly full. Doubly sucking him up. “Fuck the sex ban- beats that stupid fuckin’ meeting tha’s for sure.”
And you didn’t know whether it was possible to forget how big Sukuna truly was in just five hours. Because his every throb only seems to drive him even deeper against your cervix, thickening so maddeningly to stretch out your insides. 
“Yeah yeah- atta girl. Take it all- fuck, take it all f’me.” He croons through your high, squelching movements only speeding up. There’s an element of such raw, primal need in what he does, like he’s just dragging out every dredge of pleasure out of you. You’re just gulping when a hand makes its way into your black-tinged vision, wrapping snugly around your throat to pull you backwards against his every ram. “Now, let’s see if this pretty pussy can squirt before they come around tryna find me for the meeting.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - 15 minutes
“Sweetheart-” Gojo whines, rosy lips downturning into the most perfect pout you’d ever seen. “Sweetheart please- I know I was-”
“Stupid? Impulsive?” you’re rolling your eyes, despite the vice-like hold he had on you. Sitting you down so prettily on his lap, manspread as far as his office chair would allow him. “An absolute idiot?”
Fuck, at that last insult, Gojo’s cock only hardens impossibly inside your gummy walls. Marking out each and every divot and vein down his furious shaft, he throws his head back with a groan at the taut feeling of your clingy walls being stretched all around him. 
“Seriously?” you’re gasping, to which he only curls his lips up into the most unabashed grin. 
Not even a moment later, he’s bouncing his thighs, jostling you precariously on top of his frame. It makes your hips just squeeze downwards in smooth, swiveling gyrations that massage his throbbing cockhead. “Aw come on- I take back what I said about No Nut November can we just-”
“Yeah? After what-” Your eyes dart over your shoulder towards the clock at the very end of the room, “-fifteen minutes? You dragged me all the way out of a meeting after only that? Come on, Toru, you’ve gotta make to at least twenty-”
“Please.” 
You’re pausing in surprise, and that’s the last thing that Gojo wanted right about now. So with a huffed-out groan, he’s back to placing two greedy palms that smooth over the curve of your hips, up and down up and down. Soothing you over for when he just rams you down recklessly on his achy cock. 
He bites up the column of your neck, all the way up to that sweet spot at your earlobe. “Already said the magic word, didn’t I?” Before using all of his inhuman core strength to bounce you all the way down in another thorough thrust. “What? Wan’ me to say pretty please, my girl?”
The strongest was just begging at your feet, because laced with his tease was a very real, nervous tremor. Voice lilting up higher than normal, drunken eyes darting between your own and the very obvious little grind of his pulsing length.
Buried so brandingly inside you, like he wanted to make you memorize him from the inside out. Body bowed into yours like it hurt to be apart more than just a few millimeters, he was stuck against your side. Only pushing deeper and deeper and-
“I’ll- I’ll make it to twenty minutes next time-” he giggles deliriously, already tinged with such smugness. “Maybe even thirty- please- please just’, fuck- need your cute cunt.”
And you were a strong sorcerer in your own right - but seated like this, Gojo definitely had the advantage. He was still so much taller, so much broader, muscles rippling through the thin fabric of his black t-shirt. Biceps bulging out with each stuttering slam into your hips, it’s like he wanted to be as sloppy as possible. 
To have your cunt drooling down every inch of his angry, red cock glistening a sweet sweet coat of juices with every single squelch. It drips down from where your skirt was bunched up, down onto the wooden floors. Shit, you definitely weren’t going back to the meeting like this. 
“So wet, huh?” He smiles, a snowy brow rising at the sight. And Gojo’s tall frame sags even deeper down his steadfast chair to get an even better long, swallowing deeply. “Damn- you’re makin’ me so thirsty, sweetheart.”
You smack his chest, “S-so filthy, Toru.” But you can’t hide the slight moan in your scolding, the way your clit grows even more heated - and he notices, of course. 
“I got you- I got you, girl.” He rolls an eager thumb right over where you wanted him the most, bringing a kiss over towards the underside of your jaw, your cheeks, your mouth. “N’ of course m’ filthy- what’d you expect?” Gojo’s free hand occupies itself with guiding your cunt down at a maddening pace. Squelching so loud that times like this he was thankful for six eyes, for all the amplified sounds of your huffs and cunt clamping down around his girthy cock. His next words are whispered against your tongue, “M’the fucker that couldn’t last fifteen minutes without your pretty pussy, of course.”
He’s not even waiting to ask at this point - he’s already lost, he’s already broken the sex ban but fuck, did defeat feel so sweet. 
There’s a stuttering squelch, your slick glossing down his entire wrist when Gojo’s fingers sped up on your poor clit. Circling and tugging teasingly, his fingers were so deftly making you writhe. 
It simply makes your toes curl, white-hot pleasure sparking behind your eyes with each unwavering clash into your g–spot. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d be almost embarrassed at how it only takes a few clamoring rummages at your insides, a few steadfast thrusts right into the bullseye of your sweet spots, before you’re cumming and cumming so hard it makes you gasp.
“Fuck-” Your nails dig ferociously into Gojo’s strong wrist, stationed on one side of your waist, fucking downwards to meet his sloppy staccato. “Fuck fuck fuck- m’cumming- m’cumming, Toru–”
“Heh, easy girl.” he jests, dragging his plump lips down the sensitive side of your neck. “Made fun of me f’being so needy but look at you.” Running his pretty mouth a mile a minute, you could tell he’s nearing the end of his sanity, as well. Each sensitive twitch of his long shaft massaging deeper and deeper into your g-spot. “Cum f’me then- fuck- cumming- cum.”
Your velvety walls are just milking each of his gummy thrusts, gripping onto you through each and every wave of pleasure. Bolts of electricity zap through your veins, and Gojo’s flinging his eyes shut, mouth parting to groan out your name with each spurt of his thick, potent cum. Over and over-
“Fuck- fuck, yeah tha’s right.” he slurs, a hand just slamming down on his nearby desk. Like he wanted to break. To ruin. Whispering against your ear, “Now how about we go a few more times to see if I can make twenty minutes without this pretty pussy next time?”
“Thirty.”
“Deal.”
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A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely lovely week <3
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lewisvinga · 7 months ago
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his lucky charm | carlos sainz x fem! reader / daughter
summary; even during the most stressful moments of football, carlos needs his good luck charm, his 6 month old daughter, in his arms.
word count; 630
warnings; ? idk pero hala madrid siempreeee
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03
note; [requests are closed] I HAD TO DO THIS😫 i’m weak for madridista carlos and i saw a video of a guy holding his daughter while watching benzema score a penalty and it reminded me of carlos ! but also, el clásico win tdy w bellingol winner tho🤭🤭🤭
masterlist !
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“Carlos, you know you can set her down in her crib, right?” Y/n asked again for the second time in 10 minutes, looking at the sleeping baby in her husband's arms.
“Ahorita no, mi amor.” [not now, my love] Carlos quickly shushed his wife as he kept his eyes on the screen.
Sometime around the second half, he had picked up little Catalina in hopes it would calm down his nerves over the Real Madrid and Manchester City match. However, when the match went into overtime, his nerves just became worse.
He was so nervous that he couldn’t help but rock back and forth which made his daughter fall into a deep slumber in his arms. It made Y/n laugh to herself. She was a fan of the Madrid-based team but not to the extent of Carlos who lives and breathes Real Madrid.
Her father-in-law even made a joke once that the Sainz’s bleed white, the team's official color. Sure, she was nervous because it was a knockout match for the top competition of club football but not nervous to the extent of her husband.
“Carlos, I really think you should put Catalina down before-“
“She’s my good luck charm!” Carlos exclaimed, holding the 6-month-old close to his chest. She even was wearing the white Real Madrid kit his father gifted them when she was born, making her even more of a ‘good luck charm’
Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at her husband's antics. She gets up to go to the kitchen to grab her phone and a bottle of water. When she walked back to the living room, she saw him biting his fingernails and kneeling on the floor instead of sitting on the couch.
“Carlos, what are you…” Her voice trailed off. She wore a confused expression as he held a now awake Catalina in one hand and the other hand kept running through his hair.
“Penalties, mi amor! Penalties!”
Y/n sat back down on the couch and held her phone up so she could record his reactions. They were down to the last penalty, the 5th one. If Real Madrid made it then that means they would pass.
Even Catalina, who doesn’t even understand what is going on, was focused on the screen as #22 for the Madrid-based team took his spot. Y/n noticed her husband holding his breath as the player swung his leg back and kicked the ball. The ball makes it in causing her husband to let out a cheer.
Carlos immediately stands up to his feet and holds Catalina out. “Mi gatita! Ganamos! Vamos a los semifinales!” [my little cat! we won! we’re going to the semifinals!] He loudly exclaimed to his 6 month old daughter who gurgled in reply. “Te dije, Y/n! [i told you] She’s our lucky charm!”
He holds her close and leaves kisses all over her chubby cheeks. Catalina squeals at the sensation of her father's beard scratching her face. She plants her hands on his face as he continues to kiss her, letting out fits of giggles.
Y/n’s heart melted at the interaction between her husband and their daughter. She knew he’d make the best girl dad the moment she found out she was pregnant. She was right, he is the best girl dad.
She couldn’t help but burst out into laughter when she heard Carlos start to sing the anthem of Real Madrid to Catalina who kept gurgling at her father's antics.
Y/n stood recording and quickly uploaded the video of her husband and daughter to Instagram, captioning it ‘a Madridista and his lucky charm🤍 hala madrid!’. She knew people would immediately fawn over their favorite driver cheering to his daughter, but for now, she was just enjoying the show he was giving with his not-so-perfect singing.
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bumblebeesfromvenus · 9 months ago
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TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡
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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀
~Fi 🐝
《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)
It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3
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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.
I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.
Sneaky bastard.
Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with:
"Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"
He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.
In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.
What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.
"And what's this, doll, hm?"
His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.
You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.
He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.
But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.
The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.
He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;
To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,
I love you.
You hold my heart and you will forever.
May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.
With all my love,
Mrs. Price
And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.
He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;
"John, baby, your back-"
"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."
He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.
Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.
He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.
He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.
He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.
His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.
♥︎
Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.
He's buzzing with excitment.
You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.
Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.
"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.
He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.
Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.
He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.
"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.
But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.
He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.
Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.
"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."
The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.
He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.
He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.
You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?
Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.
And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.
He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.
"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."
Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.
He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.
*(My wife)
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Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.
He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.
He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.
But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.
He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.
Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.
He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.
He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.
There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.
He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.
One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.
"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."
All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.
And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.
Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.
He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.
"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"
"Skilled hands, babe."
He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.
And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.
It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.
He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.
Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.
He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.
Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...
♥︎
Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.
There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.
He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-
he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?
Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.
That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.
He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.
That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.
Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.
But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.
He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.
He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.
Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.
He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.
The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.
His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.
He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.
It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.
Dear Husband,
We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.
Love,
Your wife
"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"
His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.
It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.
And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.
His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.
You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.
And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.
Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'
Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3
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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3
(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)
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mitfloya · 9 months ago
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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
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pairings. Yandere Rafayel x gn!reader
wc. 2k
synopsis. You find yourself lost searching for answers that slip through your grasp. There is a mysterious force that lures you back to the vast depths of the sea, a pull that you can't quite comprehend, a strange connection. It haunts your thoughts, you wanted to find out why does your soul keeps guiding you to ocean.
Only to find the truth that you wish to never uncover.
warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.
a/n. Hiii, I'm back from the dead, I hope it's good (be gentle with me this is my first fic I've created) or evoke some kind of emotions, whatever it may be. I may have gone a little overboard with everything. This will be a small series, maybe there will be 3 parts or up to 5 parts, depends on my mood. Also, this is my thank you gift for the celebration of hitting another milestone on my c.ai acc ♡
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The waves, like gentle giants, rolled towards the shore, their white foamy crests crashing against the rocks with a resounding roar. The sound echoed in your ears. With each surge, the water created intricate patterns, as if painting an ever-changing masterpiece upon the canvas of the beach.
Some crashed against the rocks with a powerful force, while others gently caressed the sand, their touch as gentle as a lover's whisper. 
Standing there, your feet were gently lapped by the waves near the shore, your eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the sea, you felt an inexplicable pull, as if there was a profound bond between you and the ocean.
Yet, you couldn't quite comprehend why.
Lost in contemplation, you imagined how the cool waters of the sea would embrace you, enveloping you in their refreshing embrace. It was in these moments that you found solace and tranquility in the presence of nature.
The ebb and flow of the waves became a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away any worries or troubles that burdened your mind.
Yet, amidst the serenity, there was a sense of familiarity, as if there were fragments of a forgotten memory lurking within your subconscious. Every time you found yourself by the sea or on a sandy beach, a whisper of a memory danced at the edge of your thoughts, just out of reach.
Lost in your thoughts, distant calls of your name went unheard as you drifted into a daze, completely captivated by the sea, you didn't noticed the water has gone up to your knees level. It was only when a familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back from the water, that you snapped out of your daze.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" His voice rang out, a mix of concern and annoyance. "You were about to walk straight into the deep sea! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?" he exclaimed, gently pulling you back to the safety of the shore.
Startled, your gaze locked with his eyes, a blend of deep purple with delicate speckles of pink. In that moment, you found yourself drowning in the vastness of his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.
His eyes held a mix of emotions, like a tumultuous sea that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't help but wonder if your encounter was more than just a coincidence, if there was a greater significance to the intertwining of your paths. The depths of his gaze seemed to hold the answers, yet they also posed more questions, leaving you both intrigued and captivated.
There was something undeniable about the connection you shared, a magnetic pull that transcended mere concern. In that moment, you realized that his eyes held more than just worry for your safety—they held a glimpse of a deeper connection, an unspoken understanding that seemed to bind you together.
The depth of his concern in the eyes are as clear as day, it momentarily puts you lost at words.
The situation slowly sank in, you realized that you had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you had unconsciously ventured into dangerous waters. The level of danger had escalated beyond what you initially thought, as the water had gradually risen without your awareness.
You blinked, your voice betraying a tinge of guilt as you stammered out. "I… I didn't even realize," you admitted, your words laden with a sense of remorse,. "The ocean… it just pulls me in. I can't explain it." Your eyes darted around, avoiding contact with Rafayel.
He sees the way you looked at the sea, sensing that you were searching for something, perhaps a connection or understanding.
In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope momentarily danced across Rafayel's face, as if he believed you had finally recollected something significant to him.
…But as he searched your eyes, that tiny glimmer faded, replaced by a mix of disappointment and frustration.
A deep sigh escaped Rafayel's lips, his eyes rolling with visible exasperation. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if the ocean has some deep, personal connection to you," he muttered dismissively.
The atmosphere grew heavy with an unspoken tension, as Rafayel's words hung in the air. It was clear that he felt let down, hoping for a shared understanding that seemed to elude him once again.
Rafayel's frustration grew evident as he let out an exasperated huff, pushing away his bangs with an irritated sweep of his hand. "Look, we've got enough problems trying to win this damn classroom competition. We don't need you drowning yourself in the process." His head shook slightly, a clear expression of annoyance etched upon his face.
You felt a pang of regret wash over you, seeing the frustration etched on Rafayel's face. "Thanks for being worried, I guess," you mumbled, your tone tinged with a touch of bitterness. He could've said it nicely at the very least, you thought.
Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for nearly getting yourself drowned, you quickly shifted your gaze to the expanse of the ocean stretched out before you.
The colors of the sea danced before your eyes, shifting seamlessly from the vibrant hues of turquoise to the deeper shades of indigo, as if an artist's brush had painted a masterpiece on the water's surface.
You couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden world beneath the surface. Little did you know, you had been conversing with one of those hidden beings all along.
You noticed Rafayel's hands waving in front of your face, interrupting your oceanic reverie.
"I've heard the locals said that there is a mythical creature who roamed around this water, can you guess what it is?" His voice took on an eerie cadence. His head tilted slightly, as if he was assessing your reaction.
"Legend has it that those who make a pact with this sea creature are granted a special favor," he weave the tale as his gaze were penetrating your skin. "However," he paused, his words dripping with anticipation. "If one were to forget or break their oath, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic."
Drawing near, he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. "They would face a fate far more harrowing than their most dreadful nightmares could ever conjure." His breath made your skin crawl, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
The tale he spoke of leave you with an eerie sense that there was more to this tale than met the eye. It was as if the threads of the story resonated with a deeper part of your being, stirring emotions and images that had long been dormant.
Yet, you shook off the discomfort, determined not to let Rafayel's words unravel your sense of reality, even as they lingered in your mind, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.
With a light-hearted push, you nudge him away with your elbow, mustering a witty retort to maintain the casual banter. "Nice try, but I'm not one to fall victim to the legends of mermaids."
Unfazed, Rafayel continues to weave his tale, his voice dripping with a seductive charm. "How so? Don't their enchanting melodies and mysterious allure at least pique your curiosity?"
The weight of his words settled upon you, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. Yet, you maintain your composure, "Well, Rafayel," you taunt, "if mermaids are truly as captivating as you claim, perhaps I should take my chances. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to befriend a mermaid."
Oh, you already did and it was more than that.
Your soul remembers him, resonating with a familiarity that defies logic, while your conscious mind grapples with the mystery of who he truly is and where your paths have crossed before.
It's like your souls hold a hidden story, a shared history that teases the edges of your awareness, just beyond your grasp. The unspoken bond that lingers between you cannot be denied, as if your paths are intricately woven together, waiting to be unraveled.
In his presence, you find yourself both anchored and adrift, caught between the intangible and the tangible. The ties that bind you are not of this physical realm, but of a deeper dimension where emotions and memories intertwine like the ebb and flow of the tide.
There is a profound bond between you that goes beyond mere attraction, as if you have shared lifetimes together before.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water, you and Rafayel became entranced by the moment, surrendering to the breathtaking beauty of the sea.
The scenery sparked a creative fire within you, the gentle dance of the waves mirrored the rhythm of your thoughts, as if the ocean had bestowed upon you the ideal theme for the upcoming classroom decoration competition. It was as if the universe had handed you a vibrant palette, ready to bring your ideas to life.
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as an idea began to take shape in your mind. "Hey, what if we choose the ocean as our theme? We could create an underwater wonderland, wouldn't that be cool?" you suggested, your voice filled with enthusiasm.
Rafayel eyes widened with surprise, he took a moment to consider the suggestion. "That's actually not bad," he shrugged, his tone casual yet intrigued. "We could use blue and turquoise hues to mimic the ocean's colors, and hang paper jellyfish and other sea creatures from the ceiling. It'll be like stepping into an enchanting underwater realm."
The two of you continued to brainstorm all the way home, ideas flowing like a current, as you imagined transforming your classroom into a captivating oceanic paradise.
As the sounds of crashing waves slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your footsteps, a familiar banter and laughter filled the air. The easy camaraderie between you and Rafayel created a warm and comfortable atmosphere, where the worries of the day seemed to melt away.
Minutes passed by, as if time had lost its grip on the endless conversations and moments of solace shared with Rafayel. He was like a soothing balm for your weary soul, a safe haven where your restless mind could find peace. His presence was like a sanctuary, where the weight of your worries seemed to dissipate into thin air.
Regrettably, the front gate of your house loomed before you, signaling the end of this cherished connection. With a warm smile, you waved goodbye to Rafayel, a bittersweet farewell that left an ache in your heart. "We'll talk more later, see you at school tomorrow!" you called out, hoping to preserve the thread of conversation that had woven its way into your shared journey.
He reciprocated with a smile and a wave, his eyes following you until you disappeared behind the closed door. As the facade he wore crumbled, a torrent of emotions flooded Rafayel's mind the moment you were safely inside. Frustration tightened its grip, as he struggled to understand how something so vital between the two of you could slip from your memory.
However, a twisted sense of satisfaction settled within him, as he relished in the knowledge of your home, a piece of your personal life that he now possessed, fueling a dangerous determination to claim you as his own.
This was never your home, and it would never be, for he had vowed to create a sanctuary where only he could offer you peace and happiness you deserved.
He knew that he had to do more, to make you realize the depth of his feelings. With unwavering resolve, Rafayel promised himself that he would build a world for you, free from any disturbances or distractions.
No one else would have access to this sacred space; it would be an intimate domain that existed solely for him and you.
"Wait for me, my love. I'll show you how much I adore you."
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saleeba · 2 years ago
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thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤
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summary ♡ i mean, literally what it says on the tin.
pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader
content ♡ 18+ (mdni), smut, established relationship, thigh riding ofccc, softdom!jude (?), dirty talk, reader is a whiny mess, tiny bit of cunnilingus at the start, lots of making out bc jude bellingham having the most perfect lips and me not putting them to work would be an injustice, teeny bit of tit play, 0 plot 100% porn
a/n ♡ (yet another repost since tumblr hates me & decided to delete the last one 🫠) anon hiiii tysm for the request and for the lovely compliment 🥺💘 i hope this is what ur looking for <33 pls lmk if u have any feedback/requests my luvs :3
“oh, oh my god,” you purr, legs akimbo on the soft couch where you’re engaging in all things sinful with your boyfriend who’s kneeling on the stone-cold floor, your back arching off the material which causes jude to moan from the way your pussy pushes further onto his face.
the room is cool but your bodies are lit with the fuel of arousal. you’re completely naked by the way, jude’s one remaining item of clothing being the tight black briefs that put a strain on his rock solid cock. to say you can only see the outline of it would be an understatement. you could have sworn you’ve seen it twitch at least three times.
he’s been at it for the best part of twenty minutes now, tongue dipping in and out of your wet hole, but most of his mouth’s focus is on your growingly sensitive clit, every muscle working hard to suck, tease and kiss the bundle of nerves.
you haven’t been given the gift of even one orgasm in those twenty minutes however, the requests coming from your boyfriend’s swollen and pussy juice-coated lips insisting on you not cumming just yet and if you can hold on now, i promise i’ll make it worth the wait, darling.
jude’s tongue laps increasingly faster as the seconds pass, your eyes almost getting wetter than your soaked cunt over how unfair he’s being right now. your hands restlessly pull at his dark ringlets of hair, the moans leaving your mouth starting to become even more frenzied.
“oh fuck, jude, please,” you elongate the last syllable of that plea to show how desperate you are to finish all over his plump lips and skilled tongue, spine curving even more in an attempt to make him change his mind; change whatever he’s been planning and to just let you coat his mouth and chin with your cum.
his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together, and you’re unable to comprehend how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily. a whine of exasperation subconsciously exits your throat.
jude bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle, standing up and sitting in the space on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor.
“i promised that i would make all the teasing worth your while, right, baby?” he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it when he finds you laying your palms on his chest and kissing back with all the misplaced fervour you’d lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body. you whine against the softness of his mouth, your own lips slightly parting to leave breathy moans. jude partially gapes his mouth too, taking in all the sounds and sighs imparting from your throat before he takes your mouth in his again, the two of you now passionately making out on the couch. before you both get carried away in the embrace of each other’s wandering hands, jude pulls away, leaving a conclusive smooch over the pout on your sweet face.
“come sit here then, darling.”
he spreads his legs and pats his left thigh, the one closest to you, and you almost haphazardly roll over in sheer desperation, the thought of your wetness on his bare skin creating a deliciously anticipating feeling in the bottom of your stomach.
as you hover over his thigh, jude can feel the heat of your cunt from inches away, gulping at the way your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his toned muscle with a satisfied groan.
“good girl,” he praises as you slip both hands onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, his own hands coming to grip you at the hips and hold you in place. “is my baby gonna ride me now, hm? ride my thigh until she gets what she deserves for being so good for me?” his wanton words make you clench down on the surface of his warm skin. you haven’t done this before but you’re determined to put on a show for jude and to finally enjoy the rewards of a well awaited orgasm.
you give him a hurried nod, shifting all your weight onto your hands and therefore his shoulders as you raise your body up slightly before coming back crashing onto him, a shameless moan leaving your lips when your cunt comes into contact with his thigh.
“ah, jude,” you whine out, hips rocking to run your slippery core up and down him. his spit from earlier and your own arousal helps to lubricate your gyrating movements, the ease of it all only making you move harder and faster on your lover’s thigh.
“you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck,” jude comments as he guides you on him, the slickness of your pussy turning him on beyond reason. “making a mess though, aren’t ya?” he looks down at the skin of his left thigh, now glistening with your juices.
you don’t move your eyes from his face but only whine some more, panting into the parting of his lips. “o-oh my god, jude, you feel so good.”
he grips onto your hips harder, surely leaving a bruise in the making, but you don’t care, the feeling of his muscular thigh so glorious under your drenched folds.
“you close, baby? let me help you out,” jude’s now grinding you against him himself, almost lunging your entire body into him. again you don’t mind because the sensation is so fucking good, your brain dizzy with the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows. your clit throbs at the spectacle in front of and below you.
“want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh,” he’s the one getting whiny now, voice reaching an ever so slightly higher frequency. “you deserve it, baby girl, let go for me, angel, cum all over me.” he slips the very tip of his thumb over your clit, making you nearly scream with the contrast of friction over the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him.
“jude, fuck, i’m so close, please,” you beg, not sure what you’re really asking for because jude is giving you his all, head ducked down and lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue, the stimulation feeding the journey to your orgasm. “shit, fuck, fuck.”
your mewling and moaning get louder, the sounds of your sopping cunt and the quiet groans coming from your lover heating up the air around you. jude pulls his mouth off your tit with a pop before his face comes into line with yours.
“cum for me, darling,” he coos, hands now at your waist to get a more centred control of your rapidly moving body. “my baby girl deserves to cum, been working so hard and so good for me, haven’t ya, sweetheart?” he flexes his thigh suddenly, the muscle seeming like it could almost penetrate you.
and with that, the cord in your lower stomach snaps. the explosive feeling travels right through to your weeping pussy where you make an unholy amount of mess on jude’s thigh, your cum gushing onto his brown skin.
you let out an almost anguished belter of a scream before jude catches it with his mouth, tongue slipping in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller, dissipating past his lips. pussy now clenching on him, he intensifies the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the sofa as he balances on top of you, hands still clasped on the contour of your waist, yours now hooked around his neck. your aching legs wrap around him instinctively and his mouth is hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet method.
it feels like hours before you both pull away for the sake of air, neither of you wanting to do so. jude leaves a romantically deep kiss on your lips before pulling his face up to look into your eyes.
“did so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, moving down to leave kisses on your neck as you take this opportunity to finally pant out the effects of your orgasm and catch your breath. “always so good for me.”
you experience the hardness of his cock twitch again, this time feeling it on your inner thigh. you’re not totally spent, right?
you lay a kiss on the tip of his nose before smiling oh so sweetly.
“let me repay you now, jude. please?”
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jakeyzzz · 1 year ago
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birthday boy
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( a/n : happy birthday jake! I love you SO much and i'm so proud of you ♡ sending so so so much love ! <3 )
this is obviously a birthday special ! 🤭
masterlist ✿⁠ 
( fluff !!!! ) jake x f!reader headcanon
warnings ! - (waking up with jake, mentions of nudity, kissing, happy tears, this is way too cute y'all)
!!! If i missed anything please let me know
!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice
🤍 1k words 🤍
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Jake's eyes immediately met your sleepy ones as soon as he opened them. He gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his mouth curved into a soft smile, making you giggle quietly. ,,Good morning, birthday boy'' You whispered, kissing his forehead softly. Jake groaned sleepily before quickly pulling you into his arms. ,,Good morning my love...''
Jake had a huge grin on his face. Having you in his arms, feeling your warm skin right against his already made him the happiest man alive. He didn't need anything else. He didn't need a stupid birthday present. He only needed you. 
Jake suddenly attacked you with kisses all over your face, which made you squeal. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your lips gently. 
You immediately melted into the kiss. No matter how many times Jake kissed you, he made every single kiss feel special. He kissed you so beautifully. The way he caressed the skin of your waist when he smiled into the kiss made a million butterflies explode in your stomach. 
In fact, he knew exactly what he was doing.
,,So .. what do you wanna do today ?'' You asked. Jake smiled softly, gently putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 
,,I wanna stay in bed with you all day.'' 
You raised your eyebrow at him, making him giggle. 
His answer didn't surprise you at all. But you still decided to act like it did. 
,, Are you sure ?''
,,More than sure. ''
You smiled at Jake before quickly kissing the tip of his nose. ,,I've got something for you...'' You confessed. Jake sighed. ,,I don't want you to spend any money on me, princess'' 
You smiled cheekily. ,,Don't worry ... I didn't...''
You carefully got up, wrapping your blanket around your naked body before walking to the other side of your shared bedroom. 
,,Nothing I haven't seen before !'' 
You chuckled, rolling your eyes at Jake's comment before quickly grabbing the little gift you prepared for him. You hid it behind your back as you carefully got into your bed again. 
,,Close your eyes, Jakey'' You commanded. Jake grinned as he slowly closed his eyes. 
You gently grabbed his Hand, before placing the gift on the palm of it. Jake slightly flinched, making you giggle. You gently kissed his fingertips as an apology for scaring him before telling him to open his eyes. 
He stared at the small gift for a few seconds before looking at you. 
,,I love it'' He stated. 
,,You haven't even completely seen it yet ! '' You laughed loudly, resting your head against your boyfriend's shoulder. 
,,Yes I know, but it's a lego heart ! Are you kidding me ? I love this !!'' 
You quickly kissed his lips, still giggling.
  ,,You're the most adorable person I've ever met do you know that ? Open the letter, baby ''
Jake carefully put the lego heart aside before taking the colorful envelope into his hand. Again, he stared at it for a few seconds before finally opening it, taking your self written letter out. He smiled widely seeing your handwriting, finding it incredibly cute. 
,,Hi, Hubby. As I'm writing this letter, you're fully asleep on my tummy. It's kinda hard to write a letter and caress your hair at the same time, but it's alright. 
I think can do it.
 I'm writing this letter because I want you to know how much I love and appreciate you. Every single second i get to spend with you means the world to me. Do you remember when you called me in the middle of the night and asked me if I wanted to go on a late night walk with you ? I stumbled over this big rock and you caught me right before I hit the ground. We laughed for ten minutes straight only because the way I fell looked silly. It was ridiculous. After that you took me to a 24h convenience store. We got a bunch of snacks and sat down in the middle of the store to eat them. 
Jake giggled at the memory.
We joked around, making each other laugh until we couldn't breathe till' the annoyed cashier eventually told us to leave. That was the night I fell in love with you, Jake. You made me feel so alive. With you I felt safe. You made me forget about all my problems. And I'm so thankful for everything you've done for me. Whenever I look at you, I know exactly who I wanna spend my whole future with. I wanna marry you one day. For sure. I wanna write you letters like this every single year until we're grey and old. I wanna wake up in your arms every single morning, and kiss you goodnight every single time before we go to sleep. I wanna see you become a father one day (only If you want to of course). You're everything I've ever wanted. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm so so so so in love with you ! And that will NEVER change. I love you, Jakey. Happy Birthday ! 
- y/n ''
Jake took a deep breath before looking at you. You watched a tear rolling down his face, before he quickly pulled you into his arms. He held you so tight, it was almost suffocating. He placed a long kiss on your temple, before directly looking into your eyes. Jake has never been afraid to show his feelings, which made you happy. He didn't mind you seeing him cry. He trusted you. 
,,No words could ever describe how much I love you, Y/N.'' 
You smiled shyly, looking down. His words sounded so genuine. Jake kissed the top of your head, making you look at him with a smile once again. The look in his eyes made you melt. 
,,Y/N ?''
Jake had a soft smile on his face. He looked precious. 
,,Yes ?''
He carefully pulled you onto his lap, before kissing your lips gently. You softly smiled against his lips.
,,Will you marry me ?''
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k-n0-x · 10 months ago
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Student President’s Secret
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Well, This is more of a spicier nsfw fic of Wriothesley x fem reader, of a quick hook up with Wriothesley and y/n as a belated Valentine’s Day gift from me. Sorry for the lateness, we’re about to have exams, but please take this as some food from me 😍😍😍
Note: Art not made by me! Credits: @_jqwe on twt
Enjoy~ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊
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As student body president, with excellent grades and smart demeanour, if anyone found out you were hooking up with school delinquent Wriothesley, your reputation would be tarnished. Though, as tough and troublemaking Wriothesley is, he is such a sweetheart to you. It’s pitch dark out, and you’re doing your homework in your dorm when there’s a soft knock on your door. You go and open it.
“Hey!” He stands in the door way.
“Hi,” you look out into the hallway and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.
When you see that there is no imminent danger of getting caught, you close the door and sigh.
“You know you should be very careful! At least let me know when you’re gonna drop around! You’re so reckless sometimes” Y/n looks up at Wriothesley with a scowl.
Though you were slightly taller than the average female, you were like a troll compared to Wriothesley’s staggering frame.
“So what? Anyway, they took away my phone during class today” His voice is slightly deep and husky, which you would have payed attention to if you’d didn’t see something sticking out of his back pocket…
“YOU LIAR-” you take the phone out of his pocket. “If you’re gonna lie, atleast be slick about it,”
“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about,” He gives you a kiss and takes the phone gently from your hand. He turns to your desk, which has a lowly dimmed lamp, and your studying notes scattered on the desk.
“Whatcha studying”
“Human anatomy” You sigh. “It’s kinda boring though”
“Hm. Interesting…” Wriothesley stares you up and down, something in his trouble making mind brews. He is feeling a bit playful and sees you clearly need one way to destress. He nuzzles into your shoulder.
“Well, how about you relax for a moment?” His big rough hands gently move downwards to your cunt, moving his digits in a circular motion, tracing around it, causing you to wetten already
It was either you were sensitive in that way, or he just had this sexually heated power over you.
“Only of course,” He moves the placement of his hand in a more appropriate place,
“If you want,”
Despite the school delinquent, he really knows how to treat a lady well. You nod. You’ve been looking forward to having your legs broken because of Wriothesley for a while now.
He turns you around to face him and he pushes you up against the wall and messily kisses you. He hoists you up in his arms like a sack a feathers and your bodies melt together, following each other movements so synchronised, it could have been a performance at a theatre.
Which, in a way, it was.
The room gets steamy and the two of you were lost in each other, in a drunken high of euphoria. It wasn’t long until Wriothesley’s shaft starts to perk up and harden rock solid.
He tosses you on the bed and starts to grind his hard cock against your wet cunt seeping through your sweatpants, which causes you to moan, arching your back.
Wriothesley then proceeds to pull down your pants and his and he gently starts to tease your clit, rubbing his tip around the entrance, which entices you to let out little whimpers, practically begging for him to go deeper and rougher.
Which, he happily does.
Though, slowly he moves in and out of you at first, his speed progresses and he begins to slam his cock into your weeping hole, which causes you to moan in ecstasy, leaning your head back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Each slam causes your cunt to wrap itself around his dick even tighter, your hands in his black hair while you pull him close and kiss him.
Your bodies are intertwined in an intimate way, rocking back and forth in motion.
This stimulating act of love induces you to reach your climax
“Wrio, I’m about to-,”
The Delinquent shushes you. “It’s okay, let it all out~”
He still relentlessly abuses your pussy, which has already been leaking.
He pulls out, and for good measure teases your cunt with his fingers, drenching your bed with your own orgasm. You shiver with pleasure, with the all too familiar feeling pain in your legs.
It was sore, but it felt so good.
Wriothesley gives you a peck on the cheek.
“Now that I’ve been quite the bad boy, let me take care of you. What tea would you like?”
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bbyquokka · 1 year ago
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2:53 pm (scb)
genre: mafia au, timestamp, smut — 18+ is strongly advised!
warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, mafia boss ! changbin, unprotected sex, creampie, biting–lmk if i missed any!
words: 0.9k ~ (927)
a/n: it's mine and changbin's birthday today so here is a little something to celebrate with it also being a small self indulgent gift to myself :)
♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3
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dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
“fuck you feel so good around me. you're sucking me in so well. so warm.. gosh i love it so much.” the man above you grunts and groans as he thrusts his hips into you with such power and strength, your body shifts and rocks in time with the motion.
you grip onto his biceps to stable yourself, the muscles flexing underneath your fingers. your back against the hardwood of the desk. the desk supplies and pieces of paper scattered on the floor indicating that neither of you could wait. 
his dress pants around his ankles along with his underwear. his white button shirt opened showing his soft tummy, happy trail and a neck tattoo. sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his heavily tattooed arms–the design of a dragon being the most prominent. his slicked back hair tousled from you tugging and pulling at the strands.
“jesus changbin!” you groan “missed me much?”
“being away from you is painful. having to surround myself with unintelligent beings for weeks has been insufferable! all because they can't control their anger and when i say no, it apparently means yes to them.” his pace and power increasing as he rambles on about how incompetent his subordinates are.
how they fail to follow his instructions and wreak havoc in the city. being head boss of a very well known mafia gang is hard work for him so it's not unusual for him to take his aggression out on you–rather that than him killing someone in pure rage.
at first glance, changbin seems scary. his overpowering dominant aura is enough to send the world's strongest man shrinking and cowering into a corner. however, looks can be deceiving. changbin has a big heart and even though he is head boss of the gang (the title of boss being passed down to him once his father passed) and isn't afraid to kill,  he does unexpected kind and caring things that no one expects from a mafia boss.
some people have even named him the modern robin hood. 
your muscles scream and body twists as you squeeze his tattooed arms. changbin grips onto your hips, his fingers sinking into your skin that leave behind purple marks. he stops for a brief second, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up and over his shoulders.
the new position allows him to touch untouched territory. to stroke your insides and rearrange them with his thick cock. your eyes close slowly, mouth agape as empty moans roll from your tongue.
changbin sinks his teeth into the flesh of your calf. it's enough pressure to leave behind faint marks but not enough to pierce the skin. he holds your legs close to his body as he drives his penis in and out. sweaty skin slapping against one another, changbin panting and moaning as he kicks his head back and exposes his tattooed neck.
“so good.. fuck! i love how you make me feel. how warm you are around my cock. i love watching you squirm and tears roll down those pretty cheeks due to you being so overwhelmed.” he babbles as he stares at you.
you swallow and whimper as shivers shoot up your spine. changbin's hungry gaze pierces straight through you, making you feel weak and incapable of doing basic human things.
changbin lets go of your legs before pulling out. he gently turns you around, your hands planted on the wooden desk and legs spread. 
changbin licks his lips as he pumps himself, gazing and admiring you from behind. the back of your legs and ass cheeks red raw from the constant slapping, skin slick with sweat. love bites on your neck and hair dishevelled. he gives his cock a few more pumps before laughing as you sway your hips side to side and whine impatiently.
“yes yes.” he chuckles. his hot palm pressing flat on your lower back above your ass as he pushes himself back inside. he groans loudly, a groan that's from deep within his chest as his shaft becomes encapsulated by that warmth he loves and is addicted to.
he resumes his powerful and fast thrusts from earlier, eyes glancing at the way your ass cheeks ripple. with both hands, he grips onto your shoulders as he pounds into you. 
“fuck.. feels good!” you manage to say between your laboured breaths and moans. “you feel so good, binnie. more! want more!”
changbin grunts as a response. he wraps his strong arms around your chest and stomach, gently pulling you up enough so it's back to chest. you tilt your head to the side, lips meeting his in a sloppy and saliva filled kiss.
from the sheer force and overwhelming amount of pleasure you both feel, you both reach climax around the same time. changbin grunting and squeezing his eyes shut as he releases inside of you. his muscles shaking and dick twitching with each release. he holds you close, squeezing you tight to the point of air leaving your lungs.
his hot cum coating your insides causes you to climax with him. body shaking, mind fuzzy and legs buckling and giving up. you fall to the floor slowly with changbin still inside you, head hanging low as you both pant and come down from your highs.
you look up at changbin as he looks at you which causes you both to laugh softly. he kisses your sweaty forehead gently, deciding to kiss every inch of your face before finally kissing your lips.
“love you yn. you make me feel alive.”
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tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng ; @oshimee ; @fairylouist
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random-thoughts4u · 2 years ago
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hi? Could you write some dating headcanons for Nico from Nanbaka with a male s/o who also really likes video games? hope you have a nice day either way
Oh, I adore Nico! 💗 I hope I'm able to portray him well enough for you! 🐰
♡DATING A CRIMINAL?!?♡
NicoXMALE!!SO
Who's the biggest gaming fan?!
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💊Once Nico found out you enjoyed games just as much as him, he couldn't help but show you every game in his collection. His eyes would sparkle and shine as he cradled you in his arms, rubbing his face against yours like an excited puppy.
💊Somedays, you'd find yourself placing bets for Mario party with Uno, Jyugo, Rock, and Nico. He'd sit against your chest as you let him take his usual seat on your lap. Your fingers playfully graze against his as you let his fingers work the controls. You were a bit of a bigger guy than Nico, so you'd quickly grown into the habit of being the big spoon.
💊Being the first boyfriend he had, you were held at the same expectations his friends had left on him with their gaming skills. That was until you cleared a game with an almost perfect score against him. He felt a proud fire burn inside of his chest. You were an odd guy, but you were his.
💊Expect to find him on your farm at times in Stardew Valley (if you play it❤️). He's gathering as much as he can for you to help you ask out the character you want. With both of your skills, it takes only a few days to become that characters boyfriend in the game.
💊"Ohhhh~ (Y/N) is getting maaaad! It's kind of cute watching you get so flustered." He would chuckle out after noticing you clenching your controller, thumbs mashing the combos as fast as you could. It didn't take him long to find out what games he'd defeat you in. But that went both ways as well.
💊You both found yourselves snuggling one another as you taught each other the controls and stories of the games you were passionate about.
💊One time, Nico broke the left control stick of his extra controller. The one you'd use. Tears rolled from the brim of his eyes as he started down at the now usless button. After that, he found himself handing you his controller thirty minutes into each game he played. It wasn't the same as playing with you, but next to you.
💊He would start giving you small gifts if he was able, involving things found in your favorite games. He'd give you homemade sweet rolls and order you merchandise and cosplay parts from the games you'd play.
💊If he beat you at Mario party, you'd have to wear a Mario mustache for a week, while if he lost, he had to wear a Waluigi mustache. Jyugo always got last place, though, saving you both the embarrassment. You'd both even managed to wrestle the sore loser into a Luigi outfit, all while laughing.
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pellucid-constellations · 3 years ago
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A Correspondence of Obligation - One
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Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)
Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.
Word count: 5k
Warnings: None!
a/n: This is clarified in a later chapter, but just to make sure no one is thrown out of their reading of this fic—Steve is the readers “cousin”, but they hold basically no blood relation. He is considered a duke of Hyland, but their relation is very far removed. I only did this to make him a royal in her court :) Enjoy reading and let me know what you think!! ♡♡
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist
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Riding in a carriage always gave you a terrible headache. The wooden slats on the walls groaned each time rickety wheels mounted the rocks and the roots of the forest. Trees flew by in blurs, but just slow enough to catch your gaze and leave you dizzy. And with each huff of the horses you felt yourself growing more and more agitated.
How could you not? You were roused out of bed this morning before the sun had even greeted the sky. They shoved you into a corset before the birds began their song outside your window. 
All for a man—as was everything in your life. 
“You could at least attempt to look excited,” Natasha sighed, an arched brow raised at you from across the carriage. 
You blinked at her, pulling the book in your lap up to your chest, unable to read it with the jostling in the cab. You knew bringing it would be pointless, but ever since Steve had gifted you with The History of Brookshire for your twenty-first birthday a while back, the pages rarely left your grip. “And are you excited, Lady Natasha?” 
“Are we truly resorting to titles, Your Highness? Are you that upset with me?” 
You thumbed at the corner of the novel, pressing the pad of your finger into the worn paper. You were never really upset with Natasha. Disappointed, yes, but you knew your request last night was a far fetched notion; just the whims of a silly girl, desperate to break away from her own fate. 
“Perhaps I am upset,” you admitted. “But you know better than anyone that it is no fault of your own.” 
Your lady in waiting reached across the bench, grabbing your hand in a soft grip. “I do not think it will be all that bad. Prince James is said to be a most benevolent man. There are no stories of him that would warrant us running away in the night.” 
You bit your lip and turned to the window, embarrassed. You wondered how long she would hold that over your head. Once your tears had subsided, the two of you had quite the laugh in your quarters the night before; the thought of you trying to survive in the woods was truly comical. Natasha was resourceful, but not enough to keep a princess alive for very long. 
“Well I hope those stories ring true.” You kept your gaze fixed on the castle slowly coming into view—stories of cobblestone high, glittering waters at its base, rolling hills of juniper grass in the forefront. Maybe you would paint it if the dread in your stomach wasn’t all-consuming. “Because if they do not, this life will be more bleak than it already is.” 
“You know I would let no harm come to you, princess.”
“It is not harm I am afraid of, Natasha. I can handle harm.” 
There were trumpets in the distance—close enough to make out their melody but far enough away that the horses’ hooves still took precedence in the space. Your announcer must have made it to the castle already. Maybe the prince was standing outside, awaiting your carriage with his hands firmly behind his back, a smile made for the monarchy permanently impressed upon his face.
Maybe he wasn’t. 
“I am simply afraid that I have let myself down in hoping for the impossible.” 
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The people of your kingdom had never greeted you this way. Flowers were flung at the ground below the horses, the trumpets you detected earlier were loud from behind the glass windows of your carriage; children danced and women held their hands over their hearts as you drove past. 
It was jarring how much the people of Brookshire seemed to love their future queen when they had yet to even meet her. It was as if the mere sight of you sent them into a frenzy, as if you were a rare gift bestowed upon them. 
It was nothing like the half-hearted glances you received back home, your loyal subjects treating you like an ornament that was displayed on holidays and placed on a shelf for the rest of the year. But you had grown accustomed to those looks; you learned to look to the ground when entering rooms with your father, to not stray too far from the castle unless completely necessary. 
You fiddled with the tulle lining your dress, knocking your heels against the bench as the carriage wheels rolled over cobblestone instead of forest shrubbery. Perhaps you should be smiling and waving to those on the street overrun with joy at the mere sight of you. But if you were being honest—and in a completely unladylike turn of phrase—you felt like you were going to vomit. 
“Natasha, perhaps you could pretend to be me. I will act as your lady and you can marry Prince James,” you rambled, plucking up the courage to spare a glance outside. “Yes, I think that would be a wonderful idea. No one knows what I look like. Here, I’ll give you my crown and if they ask about the dress we can just say—” 
“Princess,” Natasha interrupted, a smirk covering her tinge of worry. “I hate to inform you of this, but your cousin tells me that Prince James knows exactly what you look like.” 
You reared back, eyes wide. “And how would he know that?” 
“Do you remember the portrait Steven had done for the drawing room? Have you ever gone to look at it?” 
“I do not go in the drawing room.” 
“I know.” 
“Forgive me,” you gaped. “But am I to believe that Steve just gave Prince James a portrait of me without him asking for it? That is so embarrassing, I feel as if I am actually going to be sick.” 
Natasha scoffed, leaning back into her shaking seat. “All this time and you still do not believe that that man is half in love with you already,” she mumbled. “No, Prince James asked for one. He had it commissioned actually—said he did not want something too many others had seen.” 
“Oh, I’m sure those were his exact words.” 
Just like every time you had this conversation, Natasha dropped into a softer tone. “Not every man is like those in Hyland.” A long sigh, deep within her chest. “I wish you had had more experience before this. Met more people maybe—men like Steven.” 
The carriage jolted just as you opened your mouth to quip back, and that argument was lost on your lips instantly; you couldn’t even recall the words as they drowned in the anxiety that now bubbled in your throat. You had to steady yourself on the window when the door swung open. 
The air here was warm and inviting, wisps of citrus on your lips as the breeze filtered through the door and hit the back windows. Honeyed rays lit up your knuckles, glinting in the gems on your fingers and uncovering the layers of your gown that were seemingly unnecessary here. And at the base of the carriage was a hand—a single, gloved hand that you knew belonged to a squire waiting to help you down and begin your new life. 
You took a dubious glance at Natasha, who simply gave you a reassuring nod and one of her famous smirks before gathering the train of your dress for your exit. She always had too much faith in you. With one last, harrowing breath, you collected your wits and slid your hand into the squire’s. 
It was instantaneous—the relief. 
Your home of Hyland had two, very distinct, places in your mind. There was the place with iced over streams and lilac skies. A breeze that froze your cheeks, but in a comforting way; like being kissed by frosted lips and caressed by silk that had stayed out in the snow overnight. Owls that came out when they weren’t supposed to and hail that crunched under soles even when the ground was marble instead of grass. There was the place your mother raised you, a haven where you and Steve knocked over logs and slid on frozen lakes. 
But then there was the place that took up a larger portion of your memory. Dark corners and whispers you were meant to hear. A fur coat casting a shadow over your frame, always reminding you that you weren’t needed yet, that you wouldn’t be needed until you were gone. Lessons that hurt your hands and heels that hurt your feet. Doors with too many locks on them and voices—so many voices—telling you that you weren’t to touch them, that the locks were there to keep you safe. 
And maybe Brookshire would afford you much of the same. Maybe the beauty of this kingdom would become second to the treatment you received. But for this moment, however fleeting it was, you decided to pretend that there would only be one place in your brain for Brookshire—the place with glittering gravel and temperate skies. 
“Princess, you must move forward if you would like your dress to follow you,” Natasha all but snickered. 
You quickly shuffled forward on the steps of the carriage, leaning heavily on the squires hand in an attempt to stabilize yourself. “Sorry, I’m terribly sorry,” you mumbled, glancing up at the boy with apologetic eyes. 
“Oh, uh, that’s okay—Your Highness, I mean. That’s okay, Your Highness,” he blushed, shifting eyes not quite meeting yours. “I’m Peter—sorry, I’m not supposed to talk to you. Ignore me, I’m just supposed to help you down.” 
“You can talk to me. I am not going to get you in trouble.” 
“Oh! Oh, okay well, uh, hello.”
“Hello, Peter,” you giggled. None of the squires back home were interested in talking to you. Peter’s slight blush and awkward stammering was a nice change of pace. “It was nice to meet you.”
He bowed with clumsy arms and clinking armor; a proper bow, unlike the head nods you were used to. Natasha was guiding you away before you could allow yourself to tear up and you were thankful. Crying within the first five minutes in your new kingdom was probably bad for image purposes. 
“He was certainly excited,” Natasha teased. 
You sent her a look, but that was all you were capable of as you rounded the carriage and met the crowd. It was time to be ‘on’ as your father would say; time to create an image of a strong front within the crown. You were to smile, but not too much. Nod politely at those who looked the most excited and accept flowers from the children even though those flowers were instantly passed to your father. 
Just what you’d been doing since your mother fell ill. 
And you did it without fail, but you couldn’t help the fleeting glances you kept making toward the castle steps. You counted four people there—the king, the queen, Steve, and a knight. Unless Prince James was playing dress up, he wasn’t there. 
You knew it shouldn’t hurt this much. If anything, you should be excited that you were finally right and Natasha was wrong. That never happened. But the small blinks you took up at the empty spot on the stairs were each a painful jab to the gut, and suddenly, it didn’t feel very good to be right. 
“He said he was going to be here,” Natasha muttered. “Something must have come up. He would not miss this.” 
You let out a sigh. It was covered with a smile. “I am not upset.” 
“You are. And that is going to drive him insane.” 
You bit the inside of your cheek and tried to focus on Steve’s bright smile just a few feet away from you. You could pretend this was just a visit with Steve in some strange court he was residing in. Yes, that made this entrance a lot easier. 
You took your time to greet and bow to the king and queen—George and Winnie they told you to call them. A surprising introduction to be sure. Even your father made you call him by his title, especially in public. George and Winnie had smiles that were much more welcoming than anything your father could even attempt to pull off, so maybe there was a difference there. Perhaps the apple just fell far from the tree in this family. 
A quick bow to Steve and a parting wave to the crowd and you were being ushered inside, welcomed by more formal talk in the entryway. Steve promised to show you around the castle and the king and queen apologized profusely for their son’s absence before leaving themselves. It wasn’t until you could no longer hear their heels clicking against marble that you let your posture shift. 
“Well, shall we go and see the dining room? Princess, I know that you enjoy beautiful views and the window there—oof.” 
You slammed your body into Steve’s before he could continue his speech. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his laugh reverberated in your chest, and then he was picking you up in your formal dress, hugging you in the same way he’d done since you were children. 
“I’ve missed you,” you whispered into his shoulder. “Hyland felt so empty while you were gone.” 
Steve released you, setting you down but keeping you at arm’s length with a pitiful expression. “I’m sorry, y/n, you know I hate leaving you there. But as a duke you know I have to respond to invitations to court.” 
“Well, yes, I understand that. But is there a reason you were gone for so long? Court proceedings only take a few weeks.” 
“Things went a little differently here,” Steve smiled. A genuine smile, one he didn’t usually display when he talked about his title. “Buck—Prince James’ court feels more like a family. They kept asking me to stay and the prince had so many questions about you and time sort of got away from me.” 
You furrowed your brows. “Are you telling me that you’ve been enjoying your time in court, Steve?” 
He gave your chin a fond tap. “I dare say I have. And I know you will as well.” 
“Of course,” you agreed, because you had already had this discourse with Natasha; there was no need to hash it out with your cousin as well. 
And so, Steve showed you around the castle. A spring castle, he called it, with sprawling hallways and wide-open windows to let the sunlight in. The dining room had the beautiful view he hinted at before, a glittering ocean laid out for one to enjoy while they ate at the table with deep tawny tones. A library with shelves that needed a ladder and a polished ballroom with art from every age. 
Natasha commented on the fields just outside the stables, and Steve gave her a knowing look. The training grounds, he called them, and she could visit once you were more settled in. Steve was one of the only people in Hyland that knew Natasha could fight, other than your father and his closest guards. A woman fighting was frowned upon there, but your father had made an exception if it meant keeping you safe. So he could marry you off of course. 
“Will she be safe to train here?” you asked, lip between your teeth in a way that would get you an extra fifteen lines in etiquette lessons.
“More than safe,” Steve assured. “Many women here make up the king’s guard.” 
You took a step back at his words, Natasha’s hands coming out to steady you when you ran directly into her. “They are allowed to do that? Prince James does not find it offensive?” 
His smile was sad. “Y/n, the way you were treated in Hyland—it wasn’t…typical. Your father had an unusual way of dealing with his grief.” 
“I do not understand.” 
“I know you don’t, but James will help you to see. He talks about you so often, y/n—about all the things he wants to do with you. You should see the room he has set up for you. There is a door that leads to the—“
“Please don’t do this,” you interrupted. “Please don’t act like this is something it’s not.” 
You watched as his face fell, the realization that you weren’t going to budge set deep in the worry lines on his forehead. He couldn’t help the way his shoulders slumped as you fidgeted with your fingers at your waist—a nervous habit, one Miss Austeen hadn’t been able to make you stop. He recognized it easily; the action was a near constant fixture back in Hyland. 
Natasha decided to cut in. “Perhaps this is a discussion for later. After y/n has had more time to get acquainted with the prince. Right now all she has is an idea of him and all of the words we keep throwing at her.” 
Steve sighed, but you had had enough of the awkwardness in the hall. With a frustration you usually reserved for the passageways between the walls of your home castle, you quipped, “Or, perhaps, this is not a discussion to be had at all. I know how royals operate. If Prince James was truly the man you say he is, then he would have made the time in his ever-busy schedule to at least say hello to me upon my arrival. A prince has the ability to move around meetings. He is only everything I expected and I do not appreciate the two of you—“ 
“Did I miss her? Steve, help me put this jacket on, quickly. I can’t miss her arriving.” The new voice in the hall echoed behind a quickened pace, and you spun to find it attached to a man, struggling to fit his arms into a military jacket. 
He hadn’t seen you yet; his long, wavy hair fell into his eyes as the material finally shrugged over his shoulders, but he still kept his face down, straightening out his belt and boots. 
And then he looked up. 
Every portrait you’d seen of Prince James hardly did him justice. His eyes were the blue you’d seen through acrylic many times before, but no artist had ever been able to capture that comfort in those cobalt hues, the easiness that settled into the irises and trailed out, encapsulating him as a whole. His hair was long and luscious as the stories went, but with a hint of boyishness to it as wrapped behind his ear and bloomed around the frame of his face. And he was tall—a lean kind of tallness, a strength hidden behind coats and formal wear. 
Your lips parted when he spotted you. Your eyes widened when he gaped. A whole lifetime of hearing his name, of seeing his picture in the halls of the gallery, and now here he was. Maybe you should have said something, been proper, but with words evading you, that seemed to be impossible. 
“My god,” Bucky whispered. His grip around the handle of his sword tightened. 
A beat of silence followed. Steve shifted off of the wall he was leaning against and Natasha came to stand closer to your side. You still said nothing, and thought that maybe you would never be able to say a single thing again. How could a man so beautiful ever be the things you thought him to be? 
Bucky cleared his throat and removed his gloves with a slight tremor, tucking them into his pocket. “I apologize,” he stressed. “I was caught up with the children in the village by the time I heard the music. I never would have missed your entrance willingly, My Princess.” 
You blinked. The first thing this man—a prince—had said to you, and it was an apology. You couldn’t recall the last time anyone of power had apologized to you. Another pause, and Bucky took a cautious step forward, his posture fidgety. 
“I understand if you are upset with me. Your first impression and I am already making mistakes.” 
“I am not upset,” you quickly assured. A practiced response, because it wouldn’t really matter if you were upset anyway. “Steven was just showing me through the castle. I was not expecting you until tomorrow. For the walk.” 
A clear lie that burned your lips as it left them. You were very much expecting him to be the one to guide you around his home; after all the letters you assumed he was going to be tracking your every move, enraptured by your presence. But you didn’t tell anyone that. Because Bucky, above all else, was a ruling monarch—not a boy in love with you. 
It was silly to let your mind wander to impossibilities. 
He reared back anyway, concern evident in the way his jaw flexed. “For the walk—princess, forgive me, but do you only plan on seeing me when we are meant to court? Because I can assure you, I will not be able to survive that.” Another half-step to you, this time taking your knuckles into his grip. He ran a thumb over the skin. “I have much more planned than simple walks around the garden. And I have no intention of solely seeing you in front of an audience.” 
“You want to see me… without an audience?” You voiced your confusion aloud, throwing Natasha a bewildered look. Even Steve had to request an audience to visit you back home. The audience was mainly Natasha, but the formality was still there. 
“I want to see you in every capacity I am able. If you are comfortable, of course,” Bucky smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your hand. 
You blinked at him, lashes fluttering in the most obvious way. The tug in your chest was back, the one that only seemed to leave you breathless after one of the princes’ many letters. He still held your hand in his, but even that small point of contact was sending you reeling and you needed to gain some footing if you were going to pull yourself together; if you were to protect yourself as you’d done for years, you had to maintain your front. 
“I have had a very long journey,” you began, straightening out your back. 
Natasha caught on instantly. “The princess will need a bath and a long rest before there is courting of any kind.” A steady, familiar hand on your shoulder. “If you do not mind, we will be seeing you in the morning, Your Highness.” 
“Of course,” Bucky affirmed, but his eyes never left your face as he spoke.
Those eyes followed you down the hall as well, burning a hole in the back of your head and lighting a fire beneath your skin that you wished would dwindle the farther you got from him. But it seemed with just the introduction, the whisper of his lips across your hand, your heart was making decisions that did not line up with your brain. 
Before the door to the hall clicked shut, a few words fell through the cracks of the wood. “I told you to take it easy with her. Is that what you call easy, Prince ‘every capacity I am able’?” 
“Well, excuse me, but I had no idea that she was going to look like that. Your portrait artist is terrible, Steve. Really, truly terrible.” 
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Silk sheets on your legs, a window that looked right out to the ocean, moonlight pooling at the base of your curtains; you couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts bouncing around in your head, so you took in your room instead. 
Steve had said that the prince picked it out especially for you. You weren’t sure where the small details were, other than the door that led right into Natasha’s quarters, but you found your accommodations to be far from lacking. They never were when you were titled. 
Natasha had made quick work of getting you to bed earlier, brushing your hair and ripping the corset from your body in record time. You knew she could sense your discomfort, your need to lay down for a while and process the events of the evening. That didn’t stop her few, sporadic comments about the prince—how he was achingly sweet and so romantic for requesting to see you outside of courting hours. 
So, you reminded her, like any normal couple that wasn’t joining two kingdoms with their arranged union. 
She gave up after that, but you knew she would simply carry on tomorrow. 
With a huff, you slapped your palms against the comforter. It was much lighter than any you had at home, certainly appropriate for the weather here in Brookshire. Perhaps you could learn to knit the way they did here, with the stitches farther apart to allow the breeze to touch skin. Or maybe Natasha could learn if they wouldn’t let you. She would surely pass the information on to you if you asked her to. 
A knock pulled you out of your mundane train of thought, sparking anxiety as you laid on a new bed in an unfamiliar castle. It wasn’t a harsh knock, but you only knew a handful of people here. You had a guard, didn’t you? Even in a place like Hyland, a guard was always standing at your door. 
Another knock, this one even more timid than the first. You swung your legs off of the side of your bed and shook your head to collect yourself. The stone floor nipped at your bare feet, a reminder, maybe, that this could all go terribly wrong if you didn’t make the smart choice and wake Natasha next door. 
But then a voice spoke from behind the heavy wood, and your heart dropped into your stomach.
“Princess? Are you awake?” 
You hadn’t meant for the words to leave you, but in your surprise, you quickly asked, “Prince James?” 
“Yes. I’m sorry to bother you, but I was just—do you mind opening the door?” 
By some instinct, you reached for the handle almost instantly. Your hand froze on the metal. “I shouldn’t,” you replied, the words meeting strong wooden doors. “It is past appropriate hours and I am not even wearing a robe.” 
A small laugh from the hall, a brush at the door. “What if I turn around? I promise I will not look anywhere but the wall.” 
“Why even open the door at that point?” 
“To hear you better.” 
“Are you struggling terribly now?” 
“Well—no,” he paused. Part of you feared you had taken this conversation too far, until he chuckled again, breathily. “But I cannot fit what I have for you through the crack under the door.” 
With furrowed brows, you trained your eyes down to the light that snuck through the gap above the floor. There wasn’t much room there, only enough for a piece of paper or a small book. 
“And what is it that you have?” 
“Steve tells me that you enjoy surprises. Was he wrong?” 
You snorted, unable to help yourself. “Steven’s idea of a surprise is a frog snuck onto my plate at breakfast.” 
Bucky’s laugh was full this time; the sound left a tightness in your chest. You hadn’t let go of the handle just yet, and your heart was once again making terrible decisions, urging you to take a small peak outside. 
“I promise I do not have a frog,” Bucky continued. You heard him take a few steps in the hall. “I’m not even facing you anymore. I’ll hold it out and you can grab it and it will be like I was never here.” 
“And you will not surprise me by turning around?” 
“I would never trick you, princess.”
You glanced up at the ceiling with a prickle of agitation. Natasha had made it clear that you needed time to rest before the courting period began, but here the prince was, knocking at your door as if he knew you were having trouble sleeping. He was making it very hard to separate your outlandish hopes from your realistic ideations, to settle your racing heart for long enough to remember the entire reason you were here. 
You weren’t in this court chasing love; women in your position never had that luxury, especially women from Hyland. But maybe the prince thought differently. Maybe he had been the one writing you letters and asking for your portraits. 
You turned the handle. The door echoed in the hall. 
Prince James stood a few paces away, his back turned and his tunic slightly askew, holding a mug in his right hand. He had no formal wear in sight, his hair was slightly mused, and you had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps he had just gotten out of bed as well. 
“This is hot chocolate,” Bucky explained, after a few silent moments. “I did some research on Hyland and many sources claimed that it is a popular drink there. I figured you might want something from home—on your first night here.” 
The marble in the hall was even colder on your feet than the stone in your room, but you braved it anyway; the heat of the mug was enough compensation in itself. Your fingers brushed the back of Bucky’s hand when you pulled away. His arm fell to his side with a slight flex. 
“Thank you,” you whispered, once you were back in the safety of your doorway. “You did not have to do that.” 
Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets. “I wanted to. Please, if you ever want for anything while you are here, you just need to tell me.” 
You thought about asking him to turn around. 
That was definitely something you wanted. 
“Goodnight, Prince James,” you replied instead, but his posture didn’t slump at the missing words. 
“Goodnight, My Princess.” 
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Kingo | The Things I'd Do
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*•.¸♡Request : none
*•.¸♡Prompt : none
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Smut!!!,P in V sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willie),Pet names (love, baby etc.), Slight begging, Very slight teasing Minors DNI
*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!Eternal Reader
Reader has magnetism manipulation
*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You had been flirting with Kingo and he finally made a move
*•.¸♡Words : 1300+
You pushed Kingo to the side as a Deviant rushed through. "I had 'em!" Kingo complained throwing his hands up a small pout on his lips. With the gold covering your hand, you rolled your eyes throwing your hand out and any surrounding metal followed your order burring itself into the Deviant killing it on the spot. Your head turned to the side seeing another Deviant rush at you but the familiar gold power ball shot into its side knocking it over to Gilgamesh who finished it off. Kingo chuckled walking to stand in front of you.
"Let me guess, you had em," Kingo mocked flicking your nose. You flicked your fingers out in front of you using the metal lining of Kingo's collar to bring his face closer to yours. You brushed your lips just centimeters from his, and even as your eyes were trained on his lips you could see the blush run across his cheeks.
"I wasn't worried, I knew you had em," You teased eyes flickering to his before letting him go. Kingo stumbled back watching you as you saunter over to Thena.
"What was that?" Sprite asked letting herself be seen standing next to Kingo. Kingo cursed jumping as he noticed her. "So? What's with you and Y/N?"
"Uhhh," Kingo tried to think of an excuse other than wanting to fuck you so hard, so perfectly, so good that you're screaming and crying. "It's called flirting." Kingo managed to speak out followed after you. The blush on his cheeks didn't leave as the dirty thoughts didn't leave his mind. The thoughts of pinning you against the wall, clamping a hand on your moth as you shoved his cock deep inside, over and over and-
"Jesus Kingo," Druig called in surprise watching him pass through the walls of Babylon. "Your thoughts are very loud my friend." Druig laughed watching Kingo turn nearly as red as Makkari's amour. "So our daring Y/N is who you have your eyes set on... along with other things-"
"Okay Druig, I get it," Kingo nearly yelled in defense. "Don't say anything." Kingo pointed a finger at Druig in a threat.
"Alright, alright," Druig chuckled holding his hands up in defense. "But, and you didn't hear this from me, she takes a swim after the battle, down at the lake a mile or two from the crop fields." Druig laughed as Kingo looked stunned at the information already seeing the cogs in his head turn. "Go on then-lover boy." Kingo nodded rushing off past the walls of the town.
You stuck your head under the water trying to rid it of the dirt and the sticky blood from the Deviants. As you breached the water, it covering the top of your chest, you heard the rustling of the trees and mumbling of a very familiar person. "Hello Kingo," You called your back facing him.
"Y/N/N, you heard me coming?" Kango asked stopping at the edge of the water.
"I know your footsteps," You admitted squeezing the water from your hair. "Are you joining me?" You finally turned to face him. "You can leave your amour with mine." You nodded to a rock where your dark red and white amour was rested against. Kingo sighed, this was his only shot. Kingo unclipped the top of his amour revealing his bare chest, and suddenly all your cocky confidence was gone. Kingo didn't only act like a god, but he was also sculpted like one.
"No snarky comment?" Kingo asked in a teasing tone, stripping off his pants, not right now. You swore if Kingo wasn't wearing any underwear you would've cum right then and there. "Star truck?" Kingo stood by the edge just to tease you longer. You sighed using your abilities to pull on the bracelet you gifted him. He stumbled into the water and once it was up to hit waist you dunked him under finally letting him go. You laughed as you watched Kingo come back up whipping his hair around trying to get the water out of his eyes, once he manages that he used both his hands to slick his hair back.
"You all good?" You joked watching as Kingo was sending you a death stare. Your eyes flicked down and you instantly regretted your choice as you watched water roll down his neck, off his shoulders and down his sculpted chest before finally meeting the water again. You didn't even realize Kingo reached out until he took a soft hold of your jaw.
"Distracted love?" Kingo teased his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You copied his movement, and without even thinking you wrapped your arms around his neck pressing your lips hard against his. Kingo kissed back almost immediately, keeping one hand on your jaw the other taking your waist and pulling you closer. He sucked in a harsh breath and a cocky smirk broke onto his face. He felt your bare chest pressing against his. He brought his hand up to squeeze one in his hand and you broke the kiss to let out a whine that Kingo chuckled at. You let your head hang back as he sucked on the skin of your neck, switching between biting and sucking and letting his tongue run over his marks to contrast the rough nips.
"Kingo, please- please do something," You begged, tugging at the waistband of his underwear. Kingo nipped one last time at your collar bone before taking you into another heated kiss. His hand moved from your breast to your thighs meaning to take off your underwear but gripped them hard when he didn't feel them. "I knew you were coming, I don't want to wait any longer."
You're explanation made Kingo chuckle lightly and caress your cheek in adoration. "So thoughtful and sweet, aren't you love?" Kingo praised finally losing his underwear and tossing them onto a nearby rock. You nodded trying to pull Kingo impossibly closer, "There's no need to rush princess."
"I have been waiting for this since the moment I saw you," You confessed looking at Kingo with complete affection "But you were too goddamn thick to realize." Your laugh at the end of the sentence reassured Kingo that you were merely teasing him. Kingo hooked his hands under your thighs bringing you up to straddle his waist.
"Well, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long," Kingo 'apologized', pressing you to one of the smoother rocks nearby. "Let's not keep this from you any longer." Kingo lined his cock at your entrance pressing himself deep inside you. You both let out small sighs as you finally felt full and Kingo finally felt your walls grip him. "Fuck, your tight." Kingo let himself fall forward slightly catching himself on his right hand which pressed against the rock. Your head hung back and your hands tightened on Kingo's shoulders and he attached his lips to your collar bone again. Kingo started his slow deep thrust, rocking you against the rock.
"Holy shit, Kingo," Your moans your quieter than he expected but they were so much pretty this way, he wasn't here now to make you beg and scream, this was about you and him as one. "So good."
Kingo slipped his hand to your waist pulling you close and moving his lips back onto yours. Kingo watched your eyes screw shut as he sped up slightly, "Look at me please," Kingo pleaded, moving his hand off the rock to hold your cheek. You opened your eyes watching Kingo.
"Please, I'm close," You wined tugging on Kingo hair. Kingo groaned pulling you into a kiss his hand dropping down to rub circles on your clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kingo." Kingo bit on your lip as you moaned in his mouth.
"I'm close baby," Kingo moaned pressing harder against your clit. You let out a loud moan tossing your head back as clenched on his cock as you came. Kingo fell forward burying his head in your neck letting out a breathy moan shooting his cum inside you.
"Holy gods Kingo," You sighed as he pulled out setting your legs in the water. Kingo kissed you one last time before pulling you into the water. Kingo used sign language, to say I love you. You pulled up both back up, "I love you too."
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