#holding onto myself and my passions and my love and my light

[soulmvtes]

sunday nights are for reflecting on your entire life and the fragile state of your present moment and what the future may look like

[bangchansdirty-slut]

My Dopamine

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Paring: Top!Giselle x Member!Bttm! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Giselle wrote "Dopamine" about you and couldn't help but express what the song is really about when you asked her.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I couldn't stop listening to Dopamine by Giselle and Roses by Jaehyun while writing this. I might be obsessed with these songs. Also, should I write fan fiction based on the other members' solo songs?

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Giselle sat on the couch on the stage, the lights dimming around her as the music began to swell. The audience, a sea of waving lightsticks, was entranced by the opening notes of her solo performance. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was the moment she had been waiting for, a chance to showcase her own voice and her own story. As she opened her mouth to let the lyrics flow, she thought about the inspiration behind the song. Her eyes searched the shadows offstage, finding the familiar figure of Y/n, who was watching her intently.

The words of "Dopamine" spilled from Giselle's lips, each syllable a declaration of the intense passion she felt for her secret lover. Her rap was sharp and precise, the bass vibrating through the stadium as she spit verses filled with desire and lust. She knew Y/n would recognize the subtle references to their clandestine encounters, the way she spoke of her body as if it were a sacred text that only the two of them could read. The chorus hit, and Giselle's gaze held steady on Y/n, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she sang about the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she was Giselle's dopamine fix.

Backstage, Y/n felt a rush of heat as the realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened as she watched Giselle perform, her cheeks flushing at the explicit nature of the lyrics. She knew that the other members and the staff wouldn't catch on, but for her, it was as if the song was a love letter played out for the world to see. Her heart raced, her breath shallow, as she listened to the words that painted a vivid picture of their secret moments together. The crowd roared their approval, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and exposure at the same time.

After the concert, the members of Aespa made their way back to their hotel. The energy of the show still pulsed through their veins as they chattered about the performance, but Y/n remained quiet, lost in thought. When they finally reached their hotel room, she turned to Giselle, her eyes searching for any signs of embarrassment or regret. Instead, she found only a smoldering gaze that sent a bolt of desire straight to her core. Giselle's smirk grew wider as she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "You know that song was all about your delicious body, don't you?"

Before Y/n could respond, Giselle closed the distance between them and pushed her onto the bed. With surprising strength, she tugged at Y/n's skirt, revealing the matching set of lacy panties she had picked out earlier. Her eyes gleamed with hunger as she pulled the fabric aside and bent her head to kiss the soft skin of Y/n's inner thighs. "I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore," Giselle murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "You're my muse, my addiction."

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as Giselle's tongue darted out to trace her folds. She had always been sensitive, but with Giselle's expert touch, it felt like every nerve was on fire. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Giselle's mouth moved closer to the spot she craved. Giselle's hands were everywhere, now they're holding her hips in place as she explored her with a hunger that was unmatched.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Y/n felt a surge of power. Despite being the one on her back, she knew she had just as much control in this situation as Giselle did. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Giselle's hair, and pushed her face closer to her wetness. Giselle's eyes sparkled with challenge, but she didn't hesitate. Her tongue delved into Y/n's core, making her gasp and arch off the bed. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that had Y/n's legs shaking and her toes curling.

Giselle's ministrations grew more fervent, her tongue swirling and flicking against Y/n's clit with a precision that spoke of countless hours of practice. Y/n's moans grew louder, echoing through the hotel room like a siren's call. She felt Giselle's hand slip up her tank top, seeking out her hardened nipples. The pinching and twisting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy, and she bucked her hips against Giselle's face. The world outside of their embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of lust and desire.

Y/n's breath hitched as Giselle's teeth grazed her sensitive bud, and she couldn't help but let out a loud cry. The sound seemed to spur Giselle on, her movements becoming more insistent. Y/n felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white with the effort to hold on, her eyes squeezed shut as if to keep the intensity within. But it was too much, and she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Giselle looked up at Y/n, a smug smile playing on her lips, as the latter lay panting and trembling beneath her. "You're mine, Y/n," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you is my dopamine." She began to strip away her own clothes, revealing her toned body and the matching lingerie she had chosen for the evening. Y/n felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as she watched Giselle's confidence grow.

They settled into a 69 position, Y/n eager to return the favor. But Giselle's own arousal was a distraction. Her scent filled the air, and Y/n's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. She tried to focus on Giselle's pussy, but her own need was still so raw and demanding. Giselle's fingertips danced across her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to concentrate.

Giselle's moans grew louder as Y/n's mouth worked on her. Her tongue lapped and swirled, trying to mimic the moves that had brought her to the edge just moments before. But Giselle was relentless, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder, until Y/n's world narrowed to the point between her legs. Her hips began to move, grinding into Giselle's mouth, her moans becoming cries.

Y/n squirted again, the warmth of her release coating Giselle's mouth and chin. Giselle pulled back, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile. "Baby you need to please me too," she whispered,, her voice filled with need. Y/n nodded, feeling the urgency building within her as well. They shifted, and Giselle is now straddling Y/n's face, her pussy hovering just above her mouth. Y/n opened her eyes and took in the sight of her lover, her body begging for more.

Giselle's pussy was a masterpiece, wet and swollen from desire. Y/n eagerly dove in, her tongue darting out to taste her. Giselle's hips began to rock immediately, setting a rhythm that had both of them moaning in pleasure. Giselle's hand found Y/n's hair, guiding her movements, as she worked her own clit with the other hand. Y/n's own arousal grew, her pussy throbbing in response to the sound of Giselle's pleasure.

The taste of Giselle was like nothing she had ever experienced, a heady mix of sweet and salty that made Y/n feel high. She felt Giselle's muscles tighten around her face as she brought her closer to the brink. The scent of their combined desire was intoxicating, filling the room and making it difficult to think about anything but the moment. Giselle's thighs trembled, and Y/n knew she was close.

With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, Giselle came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed next Y/n, panting and smiling. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Y/n looked up at her, eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth still slick with Giselle's juices.

Giselle came closer and kissed Y/n, the taste of their shared pleasure mingling on their tongue. Y/n's body was still humming with the aftershocks of her own climax, but she craved more. Giselle lets go and stands up, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "Let's go shower," she suggests with a wink, her voice husky from the passionate exchange.

Y/n nods, her legs wobbly as she stands. They walk into the bathroom, the tiles cold against their bare feet, the contrast making their skin tingle with excitement. The shower is already steaming up the room, and Giselle steps in, holding out a hand to help Y/n in. The water cascades down their bodies, washing away the sweat and the evidence of their desire. They stand under the spray, kissing deeply, their bodies pressed together as the water runs over their curves.

[billiesgoodgirll]

lunch

warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing

a/n: i genuinely think i’ve forgotten to write smut i’m scared 

readers pov:

"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.

"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.

she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.

finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.

huh how weird.

brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.

she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.

the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.

it's like a cute pop song.

i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.

my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.

she smirks at me, i continue to listen.

i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.

i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.

so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.

oh my god.

the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.

she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.

baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.

i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.

"so what do you think angel?" she asks.

i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.

"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.

"yeah? you like it?" she teases,

"billieee," i whine.

"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.

i nod eagerly,

"words baby,"

"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.

she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.

one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.

she takes this as the opportunity to ask,

 "can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.

"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.

i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.

i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.

"please," i whine into the kiss,

"please what?"

"please touch me,"

she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.

i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.

she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.

her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.

"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.

i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.

she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.

my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.

she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.

i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.

i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.

"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirks 

rubbing and pumping faster.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.

"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.

"good girl," she praises me.

"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.

i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.

she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.

i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.

billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.

knowing she'll win easily.

she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.

"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.

she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.

"yes please," i say quickly.

"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.

"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.

"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.

i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.

"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.

my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.

i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.

"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.

i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.

"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.

"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.

i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.

my favourite strap around her waist.

pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.

"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.

"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.

billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.

"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.

they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.

"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.

"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.

if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.

"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.

“patience mama,” she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until i’m a moaning panting mess.

“that’s it, focus on me,” she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.

my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.

“keep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,” she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.

“good girl,” 

“faster,” i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.

“oh my god,” i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.

“you close pretty girl?” she asks in a low voice, 

“yes yes yes yes yes,” i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.

“im gonna cum,” i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.

“hold it,” she says, i immediately cry out i can’t hold it any longer.

“p…-please..just let me cum,” i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.

“oh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,” 

her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.

“oh baby, you did so so well i’m so proud of you what a good girl!” her words just get my worked up yet again.

i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when she’s cum whilst in me.

“already mama?” she chuckles, “you that needy for me?” she mockingly pouts at me.

“please billie,” i whine, knowing i’ll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.

“shit, okay sweetheart,” she lines up the toy with my entrance, “it’s gonna hurt a bit,” 

i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.

“you’re doing so well my love, just a bit more,” she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.

“y..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,” i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.

“okay angel,” she moves her hips and i cry out.

“sh sh sh, you’re okay,” she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.

billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.

“doing so good for me,” she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.

i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.

“you’re- s…so fuck!- so pretty,” i mange to get out barely.

“oh sweet girl why thank you, you’re absolutely perfect,” she chuckles going even harder.

the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.

“that’s it pretty girl, doing so well,” her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.

her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.

she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.

she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.

she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.

once her lips leave mine i rush out, “i’m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck… right there- don’t stop!” i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.

“cum for me mama,” and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.

it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.

i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.

“i’m gonna pull out now okay angel?” she softly says.

i nod, so incredibly exhausted.

she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling. 

“there we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,” she coos, praising me so much.

“you feel okay baby?” billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.

“i’m okay,” i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.

“let’s get you some water baby, ill be right back,” she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.

i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.

i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.

billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, she’s holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.

“i’ve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?” she’s always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.

billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.

“okay,” i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap there’s strawberries, raspberry’s watermelon and cut up apples.

she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.

“hang on baby, can i change the sheets? i don’t want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,” 

“uh huh,” she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.

she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.

i watch her in silence, it’s only when she’s done i realise i’m still naked.

“billie? can i wear your shirt please?” i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but there’s something so comforting about wearing billies.

“oh of course you can angel,” she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.

coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.

she hands them to me and i get changed, “thank you bil,” i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.

“come on let’s get you fed and rested,” she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.

she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.

“friends?” she doesn’t even need to ask really, she knows that’s what i’ll want to watch.

“of course,” i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.

“eat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,” she tells me.

i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.

“done!” i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.

“well done my love, i’m so so proud of you,” she kisses my forehead.

she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.

i never want to move from her arms.

“goodnight pretty girl,” is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.

[littleprinces]

Day 15: Public Sex

Loosemble Hyunjin x Male Reader

Kinkvember Day 15

Happy Birthday Hyunjin!

Hyunjin, my sister, is a stunningly beautiful woman with a thick, voluptuous body that I can't get enough of. Today, I had the pleasure of running into her at the library. The library was practically empty, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and opportunity.

"Hey, Hyunjin," I said, approaching her with a confident smile. "Fancy running into you here."

She looked up from her book and smiled back. "Hey, Oppa. What brings you here?"

"Just thought I'd check out some books," I replied, trying to play it cool. "What about you?"

"Same," she said, holding up the book she was reading. "I love getting lost in a good story."

We chatted for a few more minutes, making small talk about our favorite books and authors. I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to Hyunjin. Her curves were even more enticing than I remembered, and I couldn't wait to get her alone.

Finally, I decided to take a chance. "Hey, Hyunjin," I said, leaning in closer. "Do you want to go somewhere more private and continue this... conversation?"

She looked at me for a moment, a glint of excitement in her eye. "Sure Oppa," she said, biting her lower lip. "Lead the way."

We found a secluded corner of the library, away from prying eyes. I could feel my heart racing as I pulled Hyunjin close, our bodies pressed together in the dim light.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

"Me too," she replied, her voice husky with desire.

We started kissing, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Our tongues danced together as we explored each other's mouths, our hands roaming over each other's bodies.

I could feel Hyunjin's nipples harden beneath her shirt, and I couldn't wait to taste them. I broke our kiss and started kissing down her neck, making my way to her breasts. I pulled down her top and started sucking on her nipples, my tongue swirling around them as she moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, her hands gripping my hair. "Don't stop."

I continued to tease her nipples, my other hand slipping down to her pants. I started rubbing her clit through her panties, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I murmured, my fingers slipping inside her panties.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against my hand.

I started fingering her, my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as she moaned louder and louder. I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, and I knew she was close.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," I whispered, my fingers moving faster and faster.

She came hard, her juices flowing over my fingers. I pulled them out and started licking them clean, savoring the taste of her pussy.

"Fuck, that was amazing," she breathed, her body still shaking.

"I'm not done with you yet," I said, my voice low and seductive.

I stood up and pulled down my pants, my hard cock springing free. Hyunjin looked up at me, her eyes wide with desire.

"I want you to ride me," I said, my voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. She climbed on top of me, straddling me as she lowered herself onto my cock.

I moaned with pleasure as she started riding me, her hips moving back and forth as she bounced up and down on my cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her small tits bouncing with each thrust.

I reached up and started playing with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them as she rode me harder and harder.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, my hips bucking up to meet hers.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock.

We fucked like animals, our bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance of pleasure. I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I prepared to cum.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped, my hips bucking wildly.

"Cum inside me," Hyunjin moaned, her pussy milking my cock.

I came hard, my juices filling her pussy as she moaned with pleasure. We collapsed onto the floor, our bodies spent and sated.

"That was amazing," Hyunjin breathed, her head resting on my chest.

"Yes, it was," I agreed, my hand gently stroking her hair.

We lay there for a few more minutes, our bodies still tangled together. I knew we would have to get dressed and leave soon, but for now, I was content to enjoy the moment.

As we got dressed and left the library, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment. I had finally fulfilled my fantasy of fucking my little sister, and it had been even better than I had imagined.

[idkyetxoxo]

Aegon Targaryen - Poisoned Love

Summary - In a match born of duty, Aegon swore he'd never love—but fate had other plans. Passion ignites, turning to a love so fierce it defies their world, only to be shattered by a cruel betrayal that tests the very soul.

Pairing - Aegon Targaryen x reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2711 

Masterlist for Aegon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

Love was never part of the plan. 

From the very first moment, Aegon had railed against the idea of the match his parents arranged—a calculated alliance, devoid of romance and brimming with obligation. He had sworn not to be a pawn in their schemes. 

But fate, with its penchant for irony, was relentless. 

Against the tide of his own resistance, Aegon found himself falling—slowly at first, then all at once—into a love so profound that it threatened to consume him entirely.

Hopelessly. Tragically. Unstoppably in love.

"So, my love, why exactly must we attend this feast when I have you in such a serene position?" His voice was a rich, teasing purr, the words sending sparks of heat skittering across my skin. 

The flickering light of the candles cast shadows on the walls, softening the sharp angles of his face, yet it couldn't dim the intensity of his gaze. 

His fingertips traced idle circles along my hips, their warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. With a gentle tug, he pulled me closer, his breath mingling with mine.

I tilted my head back to look at him, a playful smirk on my lips. 

"Serene, is it?" I countered, raising a brow. "I didn't realize being at your mercy was so... calming." My words were light, but my pulse quickened as his eyes darkened with desire.

"Oh, it is," he whispered, a smile curving his lips as if I had unknowingly handed him a victory. 

"Serene, because it gives me the perfect vantage to appreciate you." He leaned down, his mouth brushing the hollow of my throat, lingering long enough to draw out a soft gasp. His lips moved lower, each kiss deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. 

"And," he continued, voice huskier now, "it allows me to do this." His hands slid slowly, reverently, beneath my skirts, fingertips grazing bare skin. 

The anticipation alone sent a shiver coursing down my spine.

For a moment, I tried to hold on to a shred of propriety. "Aegon, we have to—" The rest of my sentence disintegrated into a breathless sigh as he pressed his body against mine. 

The world beyond these four walls faded, leaving only the heat between us. His name became a prayer on my lips, a whisper that carried all the longing and need I had been trying to suppress.

"We have time," he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine. "Just enough to make this moment ours." His words, laced with promise, made my resolve crumble. 

He kissed me slowly, with an intensity that made my toes curl. Time stretched out as I melted into him, savouring each caress, each breath, each shared heartbeat.

When he drew back, it was only to study my face—his eyes tracing every curve as though trying to commit it to memory. 

He brushed a thumb over my cheek, then lower, tracing my jaw and down the column of my neck. His touch was light, reverent. 

He leaned in once more, this time catching my lips in a kiss that was deep and unhurried as if he had all the time in the world to taste and explore.

He lifted me gently, laying me back onto the softness of the bed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

Our movements were slow, languid as if savouring every second. 

His hands roamed, mapping familiar territory but treating it like uncharted ground, and I arched into his touch, needing more of him, more of this.

He smiled against my lips, sensing my impatience. 

"Patience, my love," he teased, trailing kisses down my collarbone, taking his time. 

Each touch, each press of his lips and whisper of his breath against my skin left me trembling. I ran my fingers through his hair, desperate to ground myself as desire built within me.

At last, he met my gaze again, and the look in his eyes made me feel as if nothing else in the world mattered. 

"You are everything," he said softly, a confession that left me breathless. He moved then, slowly, achingly so, guiding our bodies together. 

The sensation was overwhelming; a slow burn that built intensified with every motion.

"Aegon," I breathed, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both torturously slow and deeply satisfying. 

He shifted slightly, finding that perfect angle, and I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry. 

Every thrust sent pleasure radiating through me, a tide that rose higher with every touch, every whispered endearment.

"Let me hear you," he urged, his voice low and rough. His thumb traced the edge of my bottom lip, a gentle pressure that sent sparks skittering down my spine. 

I gave in, letting him hear every sigh, every soft moan that escaped. The intimacy of it—the closeness, the vulnerability—was almost too much to bear.

He held me as we moved together, his touch firm but tender. 

My senses were overwhelmed: the press of his body, the weight of his gaze, the way his breath hitched when I responded to his touch. 

I felt myself spiralling higher, pulled inexorably toward release.

When it finally came, it was like shattering into a thousand pieces. I clung to him, calling out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. 

His own climax followed, and he held me tighter, as if afraid to let go. For a moment, we were both suspended in that perfect, breathless stillness.

Slowly, he withdrew, his touch still gentle, almost reverent. 

"My pretty wife," he murmured, the words a soft caress against my skin. He reached for a cloth to clean us, his movements tender and unhurried. 

He rearranged my skirts, his fingers lingering as he smoothed the fabric.

"I cannot wait for the day you carry my child," he whispered, a hopeful smile curving his lips. The thought made my heart ache with both joy and trepidation.

I felt my cheeks warm, the secret I held threatening to spill forth. But instead, I met his gaze and smiled. 

"Soon," I said softly, kissing his cheek. 

With a deep breath, I slipped from the bed and took his hand, leading him toward the feast in the great hall, the promise of our future shimmering between us.

We moved together through the grand feast, weaving our way past the gathered lords and ladies, exchanging greetings and nods. 

The hall buzzed with life—laughter mingling with clinking goblets and the melodies of minstrels perched on the dais. Black and crimson banners hung from the high stone walls, flickering in the torchlight, casting shifting patterns over the revelry. 

Yet, despite the opulence around me, I felt a growing heaviness in my limbs.

My feet throbbed with each step, a dull ache creeping up my calves. The hours dragged on, and an unsettling churn took root in my stomach, as though the venison I had forced down earlier was a beast clawing to escape. 

I pressed a hand to my midsection, hoping to calm the storm.

"Aegon, I don't feel well," I murmured, barely able to keep my voice steady. Within moments, he was at my side, guiding me away from the throng with a gentleness that belied his imposing presence. 

He led me to a cushioned chair, his touch firm but tender.

"What troubles you?" he asked, his voice low and laced with concern. He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his fingers lingering at my temple. 

His gaze pierced mine, searching for answers I was not ready to give.

I swallowed hard, struggling to mask the truth that threatened to spill from me. 

How could I tell him? How could I reveal that every ache in my body, every wave of nausea, was more than fatigue from the night? 

That I carried a secret, nestled deep within, stirring with every heartbeat?

Before I could summon an answer, a shadow fell over us. I turned, and Aegon shifted, his hand instinctively resting on my arm. 

A man stood before us, his presence both familiar and foreboding.

"Lord Darry," I said, my voice tighter than I intended. He regarded me with a smile that never touched his eyes—a smile I remembered all too well. 

It was the same expression he had worn in my father's halls, where harsh words and sharper glances had been exchanged between our houses. 

The rivalry between House Darry and my kin was a bitter one, more entrenched than even the long-standing feud of Blackwood and Bracken. 

Marrying into the Targaryen family had done little to soften those wounds.

"My lady," Lord Darry intoned, his words slow and deliberate as if testing their weight. "Or should I address you as 'Princess' now?" 

His laugh was light, a mocking echo that resonated beneath the surface pleasantries.

I clenched my jaw, forcing a polite smile. "Whatever pleases you, my lord," I replied evenly, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. 

Aegon's posture stiffened beside me, his protective instincts flaring. I placed a hand on his arm, a silent plea for restraint. This was not the time or place for old grievances to be rekindled.

"Is there something you require, Lord Darry?" I asked, keeping my voice calm. 

Beneath the mask of civility, I could feel the pulse of history—a history filled with blood and betrayal—stretching taut between us. 

Lord Darry's smile widened, his eyes narrowing as he took a small step closer. 

"No," he said softly, the false warmth in his voice barely concealing something darker. "I merely wished to ensure you are well. You appear... pale."

His smile, a blade hidden beneath velvet, never reached his eyes. "Pale, indeed," he murmured, as though tasting the words. "The Targaryen court must be... exhausting."

I forced myself to hold his gaze, my stomach twisting tighter. "I am just a little unwell," I replied, striving for a lightness I did not feel. 

My words came out brittle, a thin veneer of composure over the turmoil within.

"Ah," Lord Darry said, his expression one of exaggerated concern. 

He reached for a nearby goblet and filled it from a nearby pitcher. The water gleamed in the torchlight, a deceptive mirror to the innocence he feigned. 

"Please, take this. It will help," he insisted, pressing the cool metal into my trembling hands.

I hesitated. There was something in his gaze that set my nerves alight, some unspoken malice that I couldn't shake. 

But the eyes of those around us were upon me, and refusing his offer would be seen as a slight—a provocation. 

Reluctantly, I raised the goblet to my lips and drank. The water was cold, the taste clean, but an icy dread settled deep within my chest.

"Thank you, my lord," I managed, my voice thin. Lord Darry bowed with a flourish, his smile never wavering. 

"Rest well, Princess," he murmured, before disappearing into the crowd, leaving only the faintest scent of his oils and the weight of a promise unspoken.

Moments stretched into a cruel eternity. Aegon's voice reached me through a haze, his words distorted, as if carried from some distant shore. 

His hands were warm against my shoulders, anchoring me to the here and now, but the world had begun to tilt, a spinning blur of noise and light.

I tried to focus, to hold on to something solid, but my breath caught in my throat, and an overwhelming wave of dizziness sent me reeling. 

I clung to him, desperate, as the edges of my vision darkened, shadows closing in.

"Something's wrong," I gasped, my fingers digging into his arms as though he could pull me back from the abyss. 

Panic flared in his eyes—an intensity I had rarely seen, raw and unguarded. My mouth flooded with warmth, metallic and bitter. I tasted blood before I saw it, crimson spilling down my chin.

"Poison," I whispered, barely audible. The word hung in the air like a death knell.

"No," Aegon breathed, a plea more than a denial. He gripped me tighter as if he could hold back the inevitable by sheer will. 

"Stay with me," he begged, voice cracking, his desperation slicing through the haze. He guided me down, his movements careful, his touch reverent, lowering me onto the cold stone floor as chaos erupted around us.

The sounds of the feast faded—distant shouts, the pounding of footsteps—but all that mattered was him. 

I saw his face above mine, his features carved in anguish, his eyes searching mine for answers, for hope.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, blurring his face. I had so little time. My heart thundered in my chest, every beat a cruel reminder of what was slipping away. 

I needed him to know—I needed him to understand.

"Aegon," I managed, each breath a struggle. "There's something... I have to tell you." Pain rippled through me, but I forced the words out. "I'm... I'm with child."

The realization struck him like a blow. His breath caught, his face crumpling with grief that cut deeper than any blade. 

He drew me closer, his eyes wide with shock, disbelief, and a helpless sorrow that broke my heart all over again. For a moment, he was silent, his lips moving soundlessly as if struggling to comprehend. 

When he spoke, his voice was low, trembling. "You'll be alright," he insisted as if saying it would make it true. "You have to be."

I felt the sting of tears on my cheeks, mingling with blood. "I don't... want to die," I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of fear. "I'm scared, Aegon. I'm so scared."

He pressed his forehead to mine, his tears falling onto my skin. 

"I'm here," he swore, his words fierce, desperate. "I won't leave you. I love you." The confession hung between us, raw and unvarnished.

His grip tightened, his hand trembling around mine as if he could hold me here by force alone. I felt the warmth of his touch begin to fade, and with it, my strength. 

The pain surged, twisting in my chest, a reminder of every breath I was losing. Around us, the world blurred, but I focused on his face—the desperate lines of his jaw, the tears streaking down his cheeks. 

The sight of his anguish was a dagger to my heart.

"I'm with child," I repeated, my voice weaker now, barely a breath. The words, once a promise of life, became a cruel taunt—a cruel joke played by fate. 

I watched the hope that flickered in his eyes shatter, leaving behind nothing but raw, unbridled grief.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head as if he could deny reality itself. "You can't—" His voice cracked, a jagged sound that tore through me. "You can't leave me. Not now. Not like this."

"I don't want to," I managed, my chest tightening with every word. I tried to reach for him, but my strength was gone. "I wanted... I wanted to see them. Our child. I wanted—" 

The rest was swallowed by a sob, my body trembling in his arms.

"Please," he begged, the mighty prince reduced to nothing more than a man pleading with the gods. "Don't go. Fight. For me. For us."

The pain sharpened, and I knew there was no fighting this. Death had its claws in me, dragging me down.

His forehead pressed against mine, his tears mixing with my blood. "I love you," he said, his voice fierce but laced with despair. "I love you. I should have told you every day. I should have—"

His hands cupped my face, his touch both a comfort and a cruel reminder of everything slipping away. "No," he said, his voice a broken echo. "We still have time."

But time was a lie, slipping like sand through his fingers. I drew in one last ragged breath, each heartbeat a hammering drum of finality. 

My vision dimmed, the world receding, and in those last moments, I saw him—just him. 

Grief-stricken, helpless. And I hated it. I hated that he had to bear this weight. That he would have to live with this cruelty, to carry our love as a scar.

Darkness took me, cold and unrelenting, and the last thing I heard was his scream—raw, animalistic, echoing in a world that no longer had room for the life we had dreamed of. 

The gods had been cruel. Fate had been cruel. And love... love was the cruellest of all.

A/n - I feel cruel xx

[noirsfantasy]

𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 1

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Michael B Jordan as Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛3.4k

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛A chance encounter between you and Adonis at a label party turns into a passionate and intense romantic night.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛Guys, guys, GUYSSSSSS!!! Y'all are gonna love this one, I'M TELLING YOU! You won't be disappointed.

Next Part

My heels click loudly as I make my way into a large bustling event. I had been invited by my best friend, Bianca to attend the label party she set up for one of her artists. As I walk in, my heart races with excitement as the buzz of the crowd fills my ears. I had been to a few of these exclusive events before and I knew how to dress the part. I'm dressed to impress, my black dress hugging my curvy frame and accentuating my hips. My hair, curled to perfection, falls gently onto my shoulders, and my red purse adds a touch of sophistication to my look.

I feel a buzz from my phone and smile, seeing a text pop up.

"Someone's looking sexy," It reads and I see that it's from Bianca. I scan around the room, looking for her as she's already spotted me. When we make eye contact, I smile and make my way over. She smiles at me and gives me a big hug, which I return.

"I'm so glad you made it!" She tells me as we part.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, B. Besides I'm always down to support my bestie." I reply with a wink, causing Bianca to chuckle.

"You sure you not just tryna steal the show?" She questions playfully as she raises an eyebrow. I giggle and shake my head.

"No way, girl. I just threw something on that I thought would match the theme." I assure her but she purses her lips.

"Really? Cus from what I'm seeing all that ass is getting more attention than my artist." She says, gesturing to my outfit and the way it complements my body. I nudge her shoulder.

"Girl, whatever! That is not true." We share a laugh and I shake my head.

"Anyways, make yourself at home. There's an open bar and, you know, just enjoy yourself. I gotta go talk to these producers real quick." Bianca takes my hand and gives it a squeeze before letting go and walking over to do some networking. I sigh a bit, rubbing my glossy lips together as I look around for anyone familiar.

I'd always been a bit shy, but there's something about being in a room full of celebrities that makes me feel like I'm living a dream. I smooth out my skirt as I weave between people, smiling politely at acquaintances. That's when I see him - Adonis Creed, a famous boxer. I've been a fan of his for a while and, I must say, he's even more breathtaking in person. His brown skin gleams under the warm lights, his goatee and large stud earrings giving him a rugged yet sophisticated edge. And those dimples? Those lips? They can make anyone weak at the knees.

I realize I've been staring when our eyes meet and he holds my gaze for a moment. A smile tugs at his lips and I have to look away quickly to hide the blush that is forming.

As the evening progresses, I find myself crossing paths with him a few times. He'd always give me a charming smile and I'd smile politely back, before going back to what I was doing. Each encounter only serves to leave me feeling more intrigued and attracted to him.

I decide to get a drink from the bar and as I order from the bartender, someone appears next to me.

"I'll have what she's having." He says and I look up to see Adonis. I clear my throat nervously and I smile politely at him as I shift in my seat. He smiles back, taking in the way I cross my legs, my movements effortless and sexy. The heat starts to rise in my cheeks as I feel his eyes on me. "I gotta say," He starts, leaning against the bar. "You killing with that outfit." I meet his eyes once more and smile at the flattery.

"Thank you, glad to know my efforts haven't gone unnoticed," I reply as the bartender hands me my drink. I thank him and then look back at Adonis.

"Yeah, you caught my eye from across the room. But I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. What's your name?" He inquires, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel a blush creeping onto my face as I take a sip from my drink for courage.

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you." I introduce myself, holding my hand out. He takes my hand in his, giving it a gentle shake before lifting it to his lips and landing a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"The pleasure's all mine, Y/N. I'm Donnie." He replies, his grip on my hand lingering for a bit before letting go. The action sends butterflies through my body. "You a friend of Bianca's?" He asks.

"Yeah, her best friend, actually," I say with a chuckle, taking another sip of my drink and feeling the warmth rise through my chest. Adonis raises an eyebrow in pleasant surprise.

"I thought your name sounded familiar," He says with a smile, his eyes studying my face. "She mentioned you a few times. Said you were important to her." His gaze roams over me, enjoying how the alcohol visibly loosens me up.

"Really? That's sweet. I never knew she talked about me to other people." I hide a bashful smile, appreciating my friendship with the producer.

"Although, I've gotta admit, her descriptions of you don't do you justice at all." The compliment rolls off of his tongue easily, but it's clear he means every word. I find myself blushing again and laughing softly as I look away. There's an undeniable spark between us and, as we speak, my shy nature seems to dissipate. We find ourselves engaging in witty banter, my lips curling into a smile as I match his flirty tone.

"So, you a fan of boxing, gorgeous?" Donnie asks, leaning a little closer, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes seem to see right through me and I get the sense that he's just as interested in me as I am in him.

"Maybe," I reply with a playful grin, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. "It depends on the boxer," I say with a shrug.

"Ah," Donnie shoots back with a wry smile, leaning in even closer. "You've got a type, I see. Let me guess, you're probably into those pretty-boy fighters, the ones who don't get their hands dirty. Guys like Ryan Garcia, maybe?" I tilt my head as if I'm thinking.

"Hmm, no not really. I'm more into the dangerous ones." I say, my eyes locking on his. A wolfish grin spreads across Donnie's lips as I share my preference.

"Ah, so you're after someone who can bring the heat, huh? Someone who gives you that flutter in your chest just by being near them." A pause as Donnie lifts his drink to his lips. "You're not afraid to mix it up and get your hands dirty?" I raise an eyebrow, biting my lip slightly.

"I think getting dirty is part of the fun," I tell him with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, I can promise you, it always is," Donnie replies, his voice low and husky. Our eyes lock, the air between us feeling charged with a heat that wasn't there before. "But be careful, gorgeous," he adds. "Some games can end in a brutal knockout."

"Really? Well, good thing I'm always up for a challenge." A mischievous glint appears in Donnie's eyes as he leans even closer.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Donnie muses, his gaze flickering with a predatory flash. We talk for a bit longer, flirting back and forth until the party eventually draws to a close. I find myself unable to resist the pull between us. With a boldness that surprises even me, I approach him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"So, Donnie," I begin, my voice having a suggestive edge, "are you going to ask for my number, or do I have to make the first move?" A flash of desire crosses his face, and he steps closer, his body radiating heat.

"I think we can skip the whole dating game charade," he murmurs, his lips inches from my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why don't you come back to my place? I'll show you why they call me Big D." My breath quickens as I slowly nod, unable to speak past the lump of desire in my throat. Taking his hand, I let him lead me out of the event and into the night, a delicious anticipation building inside me.

The ride to his place is a blur of streetlights and adrenaline, my body tingling with eagerness. As soon as the door to his home shuts behind me, Donnie presses me up against it, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. I melt into him, my hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling the definition of his powerful body.

His hands find my curves effortlessly, his touch a perfect balance of firmness and gentleness. My body presses against his as my hands caress his jaw and neck, the stubble on his face tickling my skin.

"Damn," Donnie curses under his breath as he pulls away briefly, his lips moving to explore the expanse of my neck. Each kiss leaves fire in its wake and I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

Breaking the kiss, he looks deeply into my eyes, running his thumb along my bottom lip. Our lips crash together sloppily as I tug at his shirt impatiently.

"Eager, are we now?" Donnie teases, his breath warm against my neck. He gently pushes my hands away and lifts his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and a defined chest. I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingertips, feeling every contour, every line. I feel like I'm dreaming, but the heat of his body and the taste of his lust on my tongue are all too real.

He lifts me into his arms and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I feel small in his embrace, but also protected. The way he easily carries my weight and holds me, all while showering my neck with kisses, sends tingles through me. I moan softly, tilting my head to give him better access as my hand rests on the back of his head, my acrylics grazing his scalp. Donnie brings my lips to his once more, sucking on my bottom lip slightly. He carries me into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss, and lays me down on the edge of the bed.

Donnie's hands slide down my body, tracing the curves of my thighs and legs as he gently slips my heels off. His hands travel up my back his fingers finding the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down.

I lift my hips to help him undress me, a playful thrill coursing through me as I expose myself to his hungry gaze. He strips away my clothing until the only thing left are my lacy panties. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every curve, roll, and stretch mark, before returning to my face, the fire in his eyes searing me to my core. He leans down, cupping my breasts and taking my sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as I whimper from the pleasure. He kisses the soft skin tenderly, before trailing his finger along my jaw, ghosting over my lower lip as I look up at him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, kneeling before me and guiding my legs over his shoulders. His fingers run along my outer thighs as he presses a kiss to the damp fabric between my legs, his touch leaving goosebumps in their path. I bite my lip, watching him gaze upon me in a mix of awe and lust. "I've been dying to taste you all night."

A ripple of excitement runs through me as his eyes burn with desire. He pulls my panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. Without another word, he lowers his head, his tongue lapping at my core, flicking my clit and driving me wild.

A strangled moan escapes my lips as his mouth sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His talented tongue works me over relentlessly, every lick and suck driving me wild with want. My hips buck against his face as I lose myself in the sensations, my hands on the back of his head, pressing him closer.

"Donnie~" I pant breathlessly, aching for more. A low growl rumbles in Adonis's throat as he hears his name fall from my lips.

"That's right, mama," He breaths against my slick folds, sending tingles through my core. His grip on my thighs tightens as he resumes his devouring assault, his tongue lapping and swirling with unyielding hunger. I can feel the vibrations of his moans against my sensitive skin, causing my back to arch off the bed slightly.

A wicked grin spreads across Donnie's face as he feels my body react to his stimulation. He sucks and swirls his tongue around my clit, intent on driving me wild with pleasure. My hands grip the sheets, fueling his desire as he moans against my core. Donnie's strong hands firmly hold me in place as I squirm beneath his grasp.

"Oh god, I'm so close~" I moan as I throw my head back, rolling my hips. Sensing my impending release, Adonis doubles down, his tongue working my swollen bundle of nerves with ruthless precision as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs tremble against his grip as I feel my climax rising to the surface. With one final flick of his tongue, he sends me hurtling over the peak into a crashing wave of ecstasy.

My body tenses as my thighs grip his head, holding him in place as I come undone. Adonis laps up every last drop of my sweet nectar, groaning with unbridled satisfaction. When my tremors finally subside, he slowly pulls back, his lips glistening as he lightly kisses my inner thigh.

"You taste so good, babygirl," he purrs, his voice dripping with lust. I pant heavily as I start to calm down, my racing heart beginning to slow. I whimper softly as he moves up my body, pressing his hardness against my thigh.

Adonis's eyes darken with desire as he hears my whimpers and he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over my lips.

"Don't worry, gorgeous. I'm just getting started." His fingers trail up my outer thigh, his touch feather-light but electrifying. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers before capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss.

My arms wrap around Donnie's neck as I whine into the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue and aching to feel him inside me. He teases me, grinding his clothed cock against my entrance, soaking the fabric. A groan emits from his throat as the delicious friction drives him wild with need. He pulls back just enough to swiftly rid himself of his remaining clothes.

Donnie's cock springs free, thick and throbbing as he positions himself at my entrance. "You feel that, baby?" He rasps, rubbing the tip teasingly against my slick folds.

"Yes-" I gasp as he prods my hole, just barely pushing in before pulling back again. I roll my hips to try and press you deeper, but you don't budge.

"Someone's impatient." He taunts, eliciting a whine from me.

"Please~" I beg, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how desperate I sound. A chuckle escapes him as he continues to tease me with his cock.

"Say it again," he demands, drawing his lower plump lip between his teeth while pressing into my heat, only allowing the tip to enter. I grunt with frustration.

"Please, Donnie," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "I need you. Now." Without warning, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt with a moan of ecstasy. I let out a yelp as I stretch around him, feeling his dick pressing against my cervix. Adonis's eyes widen as he feels me tighten around his hard length.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, establishing a deep and steady rhythm as he fills me over and over.

"Oh my god- So big~" I manage to say between moans. I meet his thrusts, my legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper. My long nails dig into his back, threatening to break, but I don't care. I groan as he fills me up completely, stretching me just barely past my limit.

Adonis's eyes flash with lust as I cry out, relishing the feel of every inch of him buried inside me. He groans throatily, driven wild by the sensations of my silky walls clenching around his throbbing length.

"That's right, take it all," he rasps, his hips rolling in a steady, punishing rhythm. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him as his lips claim mine again. My tongue swirls around his as I pull him impossibly closer, my body melting against his. The kiss becomes more possessive Donni's large hands roam my body.

He tears his mouth from mine only to latch onto my neck as he starts rolling his hips against mine, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He uses one hand to turn my neck, exposing more of my skin, and the other to capture my nipple in his fingers, rolling the sensitive peak between his digits. His hips increase to a relentless pace, driving his thick shaft in and out repeatedly. The obscene sounds of our joined bodies fill the air, only rivaled by my mewls of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna wreck you." He whispers against my skin, his voice hoarse as the force of his thrust urges another moan out of me.

"Mhm, yes please f-" My breath hitches, unable to finish my sentence as he picks up speed. He shifts his weight to his knees, leaning his head back as his cock slams deliciously into my core. Donnie's powerful hips snap forward with relentless abandon, the bed creaking under our combined weight.

I press my hands to the headboard behind me for support as the force of his thrusts move me further up the bed. I look up at Adonis, but his eyes are screwed shut, his brows knitted together and jaw clenched as every muscle in his sculpted body strains with the effort. My whimpers and moans mutate into screams of pleasure as he chases his own release, his thrusts growing more erratic.

"Don- nie-" My words are stuttered as my brain turns to mush from his movements, his hands grip my hips bruisingly tight as he pounds into me, desperate to find his edge.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my dick." He urges, his voice hoarse. His words send me over the edge, my body clenching around him as I climax, my back arching off the bed as a flood rushes from between my legs. I let out a whine as he continues to thrust, splashing my fluids back onto me as the feeling of me tightening around him sends him over the edge as well.

A strangled cry of pleasure tears from his throat as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he is enveloped in the throes of his own climax. He collapses forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck as his body shudders with the intensity of his release. Waves of blissful ecstasy washes over us, every nerve ending alight with sensation. When the tremors finally cease, he rolls to the side, pulling me flush against his sweat-slicked body.

"Damn, baby..." he breaths, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.

"That was... fuck, I don't even have the words." I reply softly as my cheek rests against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing. Adonis chuckles breathlessly, his strong arms wrapped securely around me.

"Tell me about it. That was..." He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief. I smile to myself as we lie there in bed, basking in the bliss of our pleasure. At this moment, nothing else matters. It's just me and Adonis. Just two strangers, yet it feels like he knows every part of me. I sigh contently, feeling the lull of sleep falling over me.

[livelaughloveluffy]

yearning - black leg sanji

a/n: my heart is full with nothing but love for this man. i'd give anything to be with him 😭😭😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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you couldn't help but be drawn to the curly-browed cook. tip-toeing into the kitchen just before dawn for a glass of water, when your eyes happened to fall upon the blonde, already up and alert, prepping ingredients for breakfast and testing new recipes, occasionally pausing his stirring to take notes on the taste of his concoction.

his passion and attention to detail was truly admirable. it was abundantly clear the amount of thought and love the cook put into his meals. his ocean blue eyes remained focused on the sauce he was making, glimmering with excitement as his lips wrapped around a small spoon to taste his mixture, clearly perfecting the flavor he was going for.

a giggle escapes your lips before your brain can catch up and hold yourself back, his eyes dart up, wide and on you, with rose-colored cheeks you gently ask "finally perfected the recipe?"

sanji beams and with a wide smile he excitedly replies, "yeah, i really think i may have outdone myself with this one! would you like a taste, mon cheri?"

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you couldn't help but notice the way that sanji carefully plates everyone's food. his deft hands working with such delicate care on the presentation of the meal. his long bangs falling into his face, as he leans down to inspect his work. how he serves everyone else before himself, with his plate put together with not even half the amount of precision as the rest of the crews.

throughout the meal, you watch as his eyes repeatedly scan the table, mentally taking note of the member's facial expressions as they eat, gauging their palates, and remembering their favorites, as he haphazardly eats his own food.

his expression of love for the crew can often be overlooked, but when his eyes glance over to you, only to find yours already locked onto him, sanji's cheeks flushed.

how could you not fall for him?

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after stepping out of the girl's dorm for some fresh air and some stargazing, your eyes were drawn to the familiar blonde, who had just stepped outside the kitchen to light a new cigarette. his long slender fingers raw from all the excessive hand/dish washing, and some occasional small cuts.

you cleared your throat, to make your presence known. as the cook turned to face you, you couldn't help but tell him "dinner was truly amazing, sanji. you outdid yourself yet again."

the smile that you were met with was so intoxicatingly sweet, filled with pure pride and satisfaction, as he replied with a soft "thank you, mon amour." made your heart swoon for the curly-browed cook even more.

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a/n: finishing this fic is my treat for finishing all my tests and school stuff, since i did a good job with all of it 😌

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[fa1ry03]

could you do a joe fic where the reader is a ballerina?? i’m one myself so i just thought it’d be cute :,)

Dancing Into Love

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting this piece! I absolutely loved writing it, especially since I used to do ballet myself and even danced on pointe for a while. Your idea brought back so many wonderful memories, and it was a joy to weave that experience into the story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! 😊

Word Count - 729

Joe wasn’t one to frequent theaters, much less ballet performances, but his best friend had practically dragged him along, insisting he needed a "cultural experience." Sitting stiffly in the velvet seat, he’d expected to be bored out of his mind. That was until you stepped onto the stage.

From the moment you appeared, Joe couldn’t look away. Your movements were captivating, each twirl and leap filled with such precision and emotion that he found himself leaning forward in his seat. You seemed untouchable, almost otherworldly, and Joe couldn’t help but wonder who you were beyond the shimmering costume and pointed shoes.

After the performance, his friend convinced him to stick around for the meet-and-greet with the performers. Joe stood awkwardly at the back of the line, clutching the program he’d been handed at the door. When it was finally his turn, he felt a jolt of nervous energy as you looked up at him, your stage makeup still intact but softened under the lobby lights.

"Hi," you greeted warmly, your smile as graceful as your performance.

"Hi," he replied, suddenly forgetting every word in the English language. He handed you the program for an autograph, but before you could sign, he blurted, "You were incredible out there."

You looked up, a hint of surprise in your eyes. "Thank you. That means a lot."

And just like that, Joe’s fumbling attempts at conversation turned into a fifteen-minute chat about your passion for dance and his awkward but earnest appreciation for the arts. By the end, he’d mustered the courage to ask if you’d like to grab coffee sometime. To his astonishment, you said yes.

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Dating a ballerina turned out to be a unique experience, one that Joe cherished more than he ever thought he would. Your schedules were hectic—his with work and yours with rehearsals and performances—but you both made it work.

Joe quickly became your biggest supporter, attending every performance he could and cheering the loudest at the curtain call. He even started to learn the names of different ballet positions and techniques, surprising you one day when he correctly identified an arabesque.

"Someone’s been doing their homework," you teased, stretching your legs after a particularly grueling rehearsal.

"What can I say? I’m dating a pro," he said, handing you a water bottle with a grin.

Joe also loved watching you practice, though he was careful not to distract you. He’d sit quietly in the corner of the studio, mesmerized by the way you moved, as if your body spoke a language all its own. Occasionally, he’d offer his unique brand of encouragement.

"You’re amazing, babe, but maybe add a little... Joe flair to it," he’d joke, waving his arms in an exaggerated imitation of your elegant movements.

"Joe flair, huh?" you’d reply with a laugh, pulling him onto the studio floor to teach him a basic plié.

"This is harder than it looks!" he’d protest, wobbling as he tried to hold the position.

"Welcome to my world," you’d say, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder.

Joe was also incredibly supportive during the tougher moments. On nights when you came home exhausted and doubting yourself, he’d sit beside you, rubbing your feet and reminding you just how talented you were.

"You’re not just good; you’re breathtaking," he’d say, his voice full of sincerity. "Don’t let one bad day make you forget that."

His encouragement always lifted your spirits, and you often told him how much you appreciated having someone who believed in you so completely.

One evening, after a particularly stunning performance, Joe surprised you with a bouquet of flowers and a small, wrapped box. As you opened it, your eyes widened to see a delicate necklace shaped like a pair of ballet slippers.

"For my favorite ballerina," he said, his cheeks turning pink.

You threw your arms around him, whispering a soft, "Thank you, Joe. I love it."

Joe’s life with you might not have been what he’d imagined, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Being with you taught him to appreciate the beauty of dedication, the art of storytelling through movement, and the joy of sharing his life with someone so passionate and full of grace.

And as he watched you twirl across the stage night after night, Joe knew he was the luckiest guy in the world to call you his.

Thank You so much for this request! <3 Send in more please!

[worldlxvlys]

I need a fan fuck of those texts girly desperately

show me

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttttt, p in v, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), very fluffyyyy

a/n: here’s your soft smut 🤗

based off of these

once chris and i got to my house, we made ourselves comfortable on my couch. when we finished our food, i turned to face chris.

“do you wanna talk about it?” i asked him softly.

“not really, can you just” he paused before continuing, “can you hold me?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

my heart broke for him, hearing the pain in his voice. without another word, i opened my arms for him, and he accepted my embrace.

his arms wrapped around my waist as he laid his head on my stomach.

i ran my fingers through his hair, gently twirling the ends around my finger.

“she makes me feel so worthless sometimes” he whispered against me, toying with the hem of my shirt.

“you are not worthless, chris. you mean so much to me, i don’t know what i’d do without you” i spoke softly. my top was slightly cropped, and chris’s face was pressed against my bare skin.

“you’ve poured your heart into this relationship and you’ve received nothing but disrespect and insults in response. you don’t deserve that shit. you deserve to be loved and cared for too” i said as i looked down at him.

“i am loved and cared for” he began “by you”he spoke as he looked up at me.

my brows furrowed slightly at his words.

“you’re always there for me” he whispered into my skin before leaving a light kiss on my stomach.

“chris” i whispered as my heart began to race, my breathing becoming rapid.

“you always make sure that i feel loved” he breathed out against my stomach, the touch of his lips igniting a fire under my skin.

he gave me another kiss, this one slightly higher up as he held eye contact with me.

i swallowed harshly, mind running wild with possibilities of what could happen.

“i want you to feel loved too” he grabbed my waist, lightly rubbing circles into the skin.

“chris, you have a girlfriend. we ca—” “she dumped me” he cut me off.

my eyes widened at that, “chris, you’re obviously upset, i can’t take advantage of you like that. and i’m definitely not gonna be a rebound”

he pulled my hands from his hair and laced them with his.

“ you don’t get it. i’m not upset about her. i mean, i was, at first. but now, i’m realizing that her treating me like shit was what i needed to appreciate the way you treat me. and it shouldn’t have taken all of that for me to realize it. and you’re definitely not a rebound. you have no clue how long i’ve been waiting for this moment. i’m sorry, let me make it up to you”

he brought his face to my jaw, but stopped himself.

his breath tickled my face as the tip of his nose lightly brushed my jaw.

“tell me you want this. tell me this is ok” he whispered to me.

i was so overwhelmed, i could barely concentrate.

i spent years pushing my feelings for chris aside, thinking he would never feel the same way about me.

i had convinced myself that i was being selfish and i forced myself to be happy for him.

i spent so long telling myself that i was fine and that i didn’t like him, that i genuinely believed it.

but if that was the case, then why did this feel so right ?

why was his touch alone driving me crazy ?

why was it taking all of my self control not to push my lips onto his ?

i couldn’t think straight when his lips were just centimeters away from mine.

“please, let me show you how much i love you. it’s the least i could do. i need you to know how much you mean to me”

my eyes closed as i took in the intimacy of the moment. i nodded my head at him, unable to speak the words.

he gently placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him.

“look me in the eyes and say it. i need to hear the words”

i slowly opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “show me, chris. i want you to show me how much you love me”

without another word, his lips crashed against mine in a passionate kiss.

his lips were soft and they moved against mine perfectly.

this kiss was unlike anything i’d ever experienced before.

he kissed me like he was scared i would disappear in front of his eyes, like he didn’t believe it was real.

i pulled away for a second, to gauge his reaction.

his lips chased mine desperately, as though he wouldn’t survive without another kiss.

he pulled me back in for another without hesitation. this one being just as good, if not better, than the first.

he broke away from the kiss for a second. “is it ok if i take this off?” he asked gently tugging on my top.

“only if i get to take off yours” i whispered back.

“go ahead” he spoke. with that, i gently pulled his shirt off and threw it on the ground.

he then pulled mine off, eyes widening when he realized i didn’t have a bra on.

“oh my god” he mumbled to himself, “just when i thought you couldn’t get more beautiful”

his words made me flustered as i hid my face in his neck.

“don’t hide from me, ma. wanna see that pretty face”

he left kisses on my collar bones, trailing down the valley of my breasts. his kisses went down my abdomen and stopped right above my waistline.

“please chris” i moaned out, feeling the ache between my legs grow in anticipation.

he hooked his fingers around the fabric and tugged it down slowly.

i felt goosebumps rise on my legs as the cold air came in contact with the newly exposed skin.

chris left a kiss on my covered clit, making me let out a whine.

he gave me a long kitten lick through the fabric.

“please, chris. no teasing” i didn’t want to wait any longer than i already had.

“wanna take my time with you, baby. didn’t wait this long to rush it” he spoke against me, the vibrations shooting straight to my core.

“all you gotta do is relax, mama. let me take care of you” he spoke as he slid a finger into my panties, collecting the wetness that pooled there.

he took the finger that was covered in my arousal and slid it into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

“hmm, gotta taste more” he spoke as he pulled my underwear down.

as soon as his tongue touched my heat, i was a moaning mess under him.

“love hearing those sounds” he groaned against me, making my hips buck up into his mouth.

he swiped his tongue through my folds slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with me.

he watched the way my face contorted with pleasure, flicking his tongue in different ways to see my reaction.

he brought me closer and closer to my orgasm with just his tongue, before stopping.

before i could complain, he was pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.

“want you to finish with me inside of you” he spoke as he grabbed my hand.

he guided my hand toward his dick, looking at me with lust-blown pupils as i pumped him a few times.

“is this okay? are you good?” he asked.

“yes, please chris. need you so bad” i moaned.

he lined himself up and slowly pushed his hips into mine.

his face scrunched up as he tried to control himself, wanting to go slow.

he let out a slight whimper, making me clench around him at the sound.

“f-fuck, not gonna last if you do that again” he spoke as he willed himself to stay still.

“you can move” i spoke once i adjusted to his size.

he slowly began to move, letting out a shaky breath as my walls hugged him tightly, relentlessly squeezing him.

“holy shit, you’re so tight. don’t think i’m gonna last ma” he groaned out as his hands clung onto my waist like his life depended on it.

“chris, chris, oh my goddd. feels so good” i moaned out underneath him.

he dropped his forehead to rest against mine, cradling my jaw in his hand.

“you’re so” he cut himself off with deep groan “you mean so fucking much to me”

“love having you this close to me” i moaned out.

he began to thrust deeper inside of me, making me moan with every thrust.

i wrapped my legs around him, pushing him even closer to me.

“don’t know what i did to deserve you” he started, “but i’m never letting you go”

i squeezed his biceps as his dick twitched inside of me, signaling that he was close.

“i’m so close, chris” i cried out, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.

“ i’m gonna wait, wanna cum with you” he spoke.

he brought one hand to my nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers.

“chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled out as my muscles began to tense.

“fuck, me too” he groaned out.

we both released together as our pleasure mixed together inside of me.

“oh my god” he breathed out, burying his face into my neck.

“you ok?” i asked as i drew little shapes into his skin.

“never better” he spoke as he moved his head back to look at me, smiling down.

“what about you? are you ok? did i hurt you?” he asked, looking my body up and down.

“no” i smiled lightly at him.

we both stared at each other for a while, silently processing what just happened.

after a little bit, i broke the silence.

“do you regret it?” i asked, not being able to get a good read on what he was feeling for once.

“of course not. i meant every word i said, i’d never lie to you. do you ?”

“no, baby. i’m pretty sure i’ve been in love with you for years, if it wasn’t obvious. i’ve wanted this for as long as i can remember” i said.

his face broke out into a grin at that.

“well that’s a relief” he spoke. “here, lemme help you to the bathroom”

he scooped me up from my spot on the couch, bringing me to the bathroom.

“you pee, i’ll run the water” he said, moving towards the tub.

once i did my business, he helped me into the tub and washed me off.

he helped me apply my favorite lotion and get into my robe.

after i was clean and dressed, he helped me to my room, and we got comfortable under the blankets.

the sound of his heartbeat and his deep breaths quickly lulled me to sleep.

“from now on, you’re the only person i’ll ever chose” was the last thing i heard before i fell into a deep slumber.

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[syoounn]

•A little scenario saying they are handsome (part 2)

•Characters: Fyodor, Nikolai, Poe

(Part 1)

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Fyodor

You were quietly staring and admiring Fyodor's appearance as he made eye contact with you as it surprise you.

"Is something the matter?" He lifts an eyebrow, taking off his coat and putting it onto the coat peg. "You're gazing at me quite odd."

"Nothing.." you said shyly.

As usual, Fyodor sees through you rather easily. He approaches you with light, silent steps and cups your face in his hands, scrutinizing you intently with those violet eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm.. you're just handsome.."

He huffs out a sound that's a near to a laugh, a rare sight. His eyes, however, remain calm and serious as ever, and they seem to be inspecting you as if you were a book. Slowly, Fyodor leans forward until the tips of your noses are nearly touching, and his voice is a mere whisper when he speaks again. "What are you up to, my dear?"

"Im not up to anything..." you said.

His eyes glint with amusement, and he allows himself a mischievous smirk. Fyodor's thumb gently caresses your cheekbone, and he speaks in a low voice. "I know you better than you know yourself, my dear. That's not very convincing, is it?"

As if wanting to test his own theory, Fyodor's left hand now sneaks around your neck until his fingertips skim over your skin. A shiver makes its way down your spine at the gesture, the faintest of touches, yet full of intention. He chuckles. "Ah. See? I know you are far better. Your body betrays you, my love."

"And now you blush." His eyes gleam in triumph. Fyodor's thumb brushes over your cheek again before he brings his face close to your ear, and his breath is hot on your skin. "You know I always see through you, no matter how elaborate your schemes. After all, you are mine."

It's so endearing how you are trying to hold on to your secret. Without warning, he suddenly pushes you against the nearest wall, the hand around you neck keeping you caged in place as he presses his body against yours, and his eyes glint with a mixture of teasing and hunger.

You'll have to pray for yourself tonight...

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Nikolai

“Guess what I did today~?” He exclaims excitedly.

"Dangerous stuff..?" you said.

“Of course not, my love!”

He pouts, and you can hear him being sarcastic about this as he hugs you. He rests his head on top of yours. He gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head, and he rests his chin on your head.

“I was just doing simple work for Dostoevsky…”

“A boring mission at that - I just had to disguise myself as another man’s secretary! They were so fooled, too… they thought I was this boring person, and not the great Nikolai!” He says proudly before giving you a kiss on the cheek. He spins you around to kiss your lips properly.

"Mhm... The great Nikolai is handsome after all.."

He grins as he kisses you and lifts you up in his arms. He is quite strong, so doing this isn’t a problem for him, even if you are quite tall as well. He holds you up in his arms with a gleeful look on his face.

“You think so, dove?”

He hums, He’s always been overly affectionate. He’s like a puppy if a puppy was a psychotic mass murderer.

“But, if you really think I’m handsome…”

He gently rests you against the counter, standing between your legs, holding your waist as he smiles down at you.

“How about I show you just how handsome I am~?”

He rests his hands on your hips, his hands slowly tracing circles on your body.

“A little performance, perhaps?”

He leans in and whispers into your ear, his mouth so close to your skin that you can see a sly, mischievous grin on his face.

"Performance..?" you said, confused.

“Tada! As my dove, you get a very, very special performance! One that no one has ever seen before…”

He lifts up your chin and captures your lips in a kiss. He kisses you with a feverish passion, one that makes you not question how someone as strange as him had been able to pull you.

He is always very gentle with you, even if he can be very… cruel when it comes to his other activities. But you just hope you'll enjoy his performance tonight.

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Poe

Poe was currently working on the noble as you looked at him with curiosity while Karl was laid down on your lap sleeping soundly.

"Could you come closer..?" you said.

Upon being asked to come closer, Poe set down his pen and got up from the desk, walking over to you and stopping beside you, looking down at your sitting form.

“Is there anything you need, darling?” he asked a small smile across his face, his attention on you now and not on his work.

You lift up his bangs as you smile

"You're very handsome,"

He flushed a little upon hearing these words and smiles, and you called him handsome. Soon, a small embarrassed giggle left past his lips as his bangs were held up by you, revealing more of his face.

“Thank you- you’re very pretty too..” *he muttered out, leaning down a bit as to not pull your hand away as you held his bangs up with your other hand free hand to do as you pleased with it, his face was flushing a little.

Poe blushed a bit upon having his bangs lifted by you. You can see his flustered face.. it was cute.

“You are beyond beautiful. Perhaps you should model for me sometime?”

"Model?.." you said, confused.

Poe nodded, a warm smile on his face.

“Yes! To model, maybe for a book cover, for example, or to help me with some art references, I’m sure you would look amazing in whatever you did.”

Poe took a seat next to you and gently held your cheek in his hand. His gaze was filled with an immense amount of love as he smiled, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Would you like to model for me, my love?”

That took you off guard, making you blush as you nodded shyly.

Poe practically grinned at your agreement, gently pulling your face closer as he kissed your forehead before speaking again, his tone softer.

“Do you perhaps have something in mind you would like to model? Like a dress, or something else?”

Both of you spent time discussing it..as it was the nicest and sweetest day you've had.

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[titan-senpai]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do Valentino x reader, where someone is getting a little bit too close to Valentino for readers liking so when he's busy doing something else reader deals with that demon. Have a good day

[Hello! Thank you for requesting! i loved your idea. I hope you have a good day too anon!]

[Warning: Alchohol, Blood, Smoking, Toxic relationship]

A night out with your mans goes horribly wrong as your seeing red.

Stepping out the car Valentino holding the door open, " You look marvelous my dear." He smiled as cameras flashed around us.

I stood up wearing a skin tight black dress with white leather straps around my chest, a fur coat that matches Valentino's white coat with hearts, black christian Louboutin heels. "Thank you dear" I smiled as my lips now covered in a dark red shade curled upwards, as Valentino led us inside his Club.

Walking to our reserved seats as he sat down I put my coat down as I sat next to him crossing my legs smiling as he lit a cigarette to smoke. "Welcome Valentino, Anything i can start you guys with?" A bartender wearing a uniform asked us. "We'll do the usual '' He exhaled putting his hands around my waist.

I decided to stand up " Where are you going doll?" He asked as i looked at him. "Nowhere" i smiled as i sat on his lap " Thats what i thought" He inhaled another puff as he forced my lips onto his exhaling his smoke into me passionately making out right there.

FInally i caught my breath smiling as I kissed his cheek leaving a dark red kiss mark. " You're mine." I smiled at the mark on his cheek. "And you're mine." He puts his hands on my thighs.

" Here are your drinks" The bartender came back, placing 2 pink drinks with a passion fruit on the glass. " I'm going to the bathroom" I said , kissing his cheek again, standing up fixing my dress as I blew a kiss and walked to the bathroom.

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Before I walked out the bathroom I sprayed his favorite perfume pushing the door open to see a girl sitting next to him with her hands on my man. I stood there waiting to see how it would end. She took a look at my drink and drank it with her pink lipstick now on it. My eyes were seeing red. I stormed there smiling politely " Hi, can i speak to you for a second ma'am " I smiled so innocently "of course dear." the blonde woman stood up drunk from one drink. " I'll be right back dear." I waved to Valentino as I led her to the backroom of the club.

closing the door shut. "What did you wa-" before she could finish her sentence I slapped her with my purse " You desperate piece of shit" I gave her a fist to her face smudging her pink lipstick " You are really a desperate cock whore aren't you. "I grabbed her by her neck pushing her against the brick wall. '' Do you even know who I even am." My pupils turn red and my hair flies up, the blonde bimbo starts choking.

As I came to my senses I didn't want to kill her. I wanted to make her suffer. "Do you know who i am" I asked again letting go of her throat throwing her to the floor. "I don't know- I'm sorry" she cried as she tried to crawl away.

" I am Y/N His motherfucking Girlfriend if you come near him ever again." I walked towards her, my heels clanking on the stone floor. i Bent down, lighting a cigarette exhaling in her face. " You won't see another day." I looked at her with a toothy grin, scaring her away. as i stood up kicking her in the face one more time. Breaking her nose.

" You better run bitch" I turned around to the door again walking inside not wanting to deal with this mess, fixing myself as I walked to Valentino " welcome back doll..." He smiled as he patted the seat next to him, I sat on his lap instead looking for comfort. " You wont leave me right?" I leaned into his neck inhaling his cologne as he held me tight " No doll, I won't leave you" He smiled as he saw the blood on my heels.

grabbing a tissue as he wiped the blood off my heels "You made a mess didn't you?" He asked as he kept cleaning them. I nodded in his neck as I couldn't face him. " That's my girl" He held me closer to him as I whispered into his ears. " You know.. all this got me horny tonight." I smiled running my hand across his chest and to his stomach. "Let's go shall we." he said holding me in his arms as he walked outside.

"Let's go home, my doll..." 

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[gloryofroses19]

So It Goes...

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x mate!reader (Reader is apart of the Dawn and Night Court), former lover x reader

T/W: Sexual themes and allusions to sex

Walking out onto the balcony, [y/n] was met with an expectant sight. Tall, handsome but not dark. 

“I didn’t need your protection from that mongrel brute.”

Mother save her from the ego of males, she silently prayed as her eyes rolled.  “Why don’t you admit that you like me?” 

Her traitorous heart skipped a beat as she realized she fell into his trap. His proud challenging gaze and devilish smirk were evidence enough. “You first, Firefly.” 

She supposed she could but was this the time? Leaning on the balcony’s balustrade, she took in the night before her. The balcony held an autumn warmth despite the chill that had set across Day’s desert terrain. 

However, her words of gratitude died on her lips as a touch grazed her upper arm. His heat spread across the lines of her bandages, the only evidence left of the failed assassination attempt. “Why was this not properly healed? Was Thesan too cock drunk to help his childhood friend turned Court emissary?” 

“Do not talk about Thesan that way!” Ripping her arm from his hold, she glared at him. But the outburst was more out of anger for herself than Eris. Anger towards herself for failing to be there for her childhood friend when he had only ever been there for her. Even when she was a traitor to her Court while she helped her family in the Night Court. “The blade was covered in Aspidistra.” She sighed, “He did all he could, but sometimes things need to heal naturally.” 

“And the bodyguard?” The edge to Eris’ voice was not lost on her. She felt the same way when Thesan suggested it. Despite her protests, she knew her friend would only let her attend this meeting if she brought Jax. Beautiful, blonde broad Jax whose smile rivaled the sun. Who only ever wished to shine that light onto her. 

“As a general myself, I didn’t know suffocating you counted as his job.” Eris snidely commented. He knew that this was dangerous, that she was dangerous to both himself and his plans. And yet, he couldn’t stop. Damn the Mother and this female. 

“Am I interrupting something?”  An unapologetic voice spoke, breaking the tension.“Please tell me no because I surely want to join. I would love nothing more than to be between your twin flames.” 

“Lord Helion.” Returning Helion’s smile, [y/n] exhaled the breath she was holding.

“I had to fight your soldier to get in here [y/n].” Joining the pair on the balcony, Helion curiously eyed the fireling heir. “How did you get in here Eris?” 

Eris took a moment to consider. Or rather pretend to consider, his cryptic smile offering no truth. “As lord of this court, you should know of the many doors in this hall.” 

“Yes,” Helion began matching Eris’ smile before glancing at [y/n].  “Especially the ones left purposefully open.” 

As if tired of Eris games, Helion turned his attention fully to [y/n]. Bridging the gap between them, Helion took her hand in his.  “A little flower told me you’ve left your soldier quite unsatisfied in recent months.” 

“My Lilli telling you sordid stories amidst the throes of passion?”  She asked, her tone amused. How it related to her best friend’s fun with Helion she didn’t dare or care to guess. But she didn’t mind that her best friend spoke of her and Jax. She and Jax were a thing of the past and Lord Helion the diary of fae pleasures. 

“Well if you joined us, you could have done it yourself.” As he kissed the back of her hand, [y/n] realized she was wrong. Helion hadn’t been tired of Eris’ smoke and mirrors but rather was toying with Eris. Toying with the intention to figure them out. She wondered if Eris knew. 

With a clearing of his throat, Eris decided he was tired of this farce. He knew it would show weakness but the choice was between a throat clear or ripping Helion’s throat out. 

At the sound of the interruption, Helion’s eyes swept across Eris’ figure. A knowing smile spread across Helion’s face as if the Lord of this Court wouldn’t know what was brewing between them.  

Dropping [y/n]’s hand and stepping back, Helion put his hand over his heart in mock deference. “Forgive me, I’ll leave this healing salve on the table for you [y/n].”  But turning once more back to them, Helion offered a final smile, “Though selfishly,  I did very much enjoy the scent of your arousals.” 

Once Helion was gone, Eris allowed himself the moment to roll his eyes. With his gaze on [y/n], on the soft planes of her face and beautiful eyes, he knew Helion was right. If this was a taste of the smell, he would never survive this. He knew he would never survive them. 

“What?” She demanded, rueing his gaze. “What, Eris?” 

“Nothing,” Moving in closer, Eris traps her between his body and the balustrade, a pregnant space between them. “I just find it curious that he has been left unsatisfied since after the Mountain.”  With a step forward, their bodies almost touch. “Is it because of me?” 

Eris was shameless for her truths. Shameless in knowing that the bond, an ancient and primal thing, demanded nothing but clear devotion from them both. No matter how hard they fought it. 

Looking into his amber eyes, the gold flecks within them seemed to shimmer. The breath she took, didn’t steady her heart as she hoped. Instead, it made her realize how she was a hostage to her feelings in his gold cage. “A lot of things happened after the Mountain.” 

Watching her, Eris realized denial never looked so good on anyone as it did on her. 

“Mmhm,” The sound was a deep pleasant hum, and his lips tilted up teasingly. “And yet your gaze tells me differently.” 

“And what of yours?” She threw it back at him, “You are not above it all Eris. I saw your envy in Jax’s hand on my back, in Cassian’s hug, in Rhysland’s hand kiss, in Helion’s -“ 

His gaze hardened with each mention of a name until the words burst out of his mouth. “I do not need you to remind me of the casual touches you so willingly allow those males.” 

“Why? Say it.” The conflict in his eyes did not dissuade her from pressing further. “The choice is yours, Eris.” All the hardness in her voice softened, “I am yours to keep or I am yours to lose.”

“Vulnerability from the indomitable [full name]?” Eris’ deep voice fell into a conspiring whisper as he softly gazed at [y/n].  

Holding his gaze, [y/n] kept her voice steady. “Sensitivity from the unconscionable Eris Vanserra?” As his name left her mouth, his warm hand cupped her cheek. With each gentle caress, she found herself momentarily obnoxiously frozen beneath his touch.  

Neither of them knew who leaned in first. All they knew was that there was a space between them and then it was dwindling. Knew that they were gazing at each other and then suddenly their eyes were closed as their noses brushed against each other. Knew that they had had their own breaths and then suddenly they were sharing one as their lips brushed against each other’s. 

“We can’t do this.” [y/n] murmured breathlessly, as her fingers brushed the visible skin by his collar. The smooth warm expanse of skin was the only temptation she would give herself as all her strength went to not crushing her lips against his. 

“I know.” Eris wantonly replied, tilting her head to the side allowing him the reprieve of getting closer to her. Of allowing him to nuzzle his nose against hers as he tested his self control of her lips being a fraction of a space away. 

“We must be careful. If anyone were to find out, it would be disastrous.” He forced himself to not think of how sweet she felt in his hands. 

“Yes.” She forced herself to not think of how fast his heart was beating against her hand. 

Neither of them moved from their shared proximity despite those evident truths. With their foreheads leaning against each other, she supposed it would paint quite a pretty picture. She could see it now, Freye would call it ‘The Mating Bond: A Choice’. 

As if the Mother knew neither of them had the strength to separate, the door to her suite opened and closed. While the intrusion was not welcome, it was necessary. 

“Lord Eris.” Like a sunbeam breaking through a cloud, Jax watched out onto the balcony.  “I wasn’t aware sneaking into places was your thing.” 

[y/n] never quite understood when people spoke of a ‘sexy smoldering look’, how can burning slowly be sexy? But a flash, a flash spoke of uninhibited and unconscious things, of involuntary sparks that fan a fire. 

Like the flash of frustration across Eris’ face and the clench of his jaw from this interruption further sparking the flame of arousal burning inside of  her. 

She knew she could rationalize it all away. Maybe it was their placement in the Day Court. A court known for its prioritization of love and pleasure that had kept her in a constant state of arousal since her arrival. Having nothing to do with her brush with death a day ago nor arriving and seeing Eris. Eris who swaggered in looking like a man with nothing but free time to tease her. Or maybe, it was her close proximity to her former lover who once brought her immense pleasure and would do it again, if she only asked.

Or maybe, it was more primitive than that. Maybe having two handsome generals fighting over her and their constant snips for possession of her were going to drive her to insanity. Death by lust, she wondered how many beings died this way. 

“I think it speaks more about your skills than  mine when you left such a wide window of space.” Eris’ derisive tone was a stark contrast to his polite smile. 

Laughing mirthless, Jax clapped his hands behind his back. “Or maybe I let you ‘sneak in’.” 

“Did you?” 

Sensing this would only end badly, [y/n] stepped in between them. “I think it’s time to retire.”

Agreeing with the sentiment, Jax extended his right arm toward the door. “You heard the lady, goodnight lordling.” 

Stepping closer to [y/n] once more, Eris held Jax’s gaze as he leaned in to whisper in [y/n]’s ear.  “You should know by now that I always play to keep. Never to lose, Firefly.” 

And like a flame extinguished, Eris Vanserra winnowed away. Leaving [y/n] cold and short of breath by the implication. When the bond snapped, he called it a game but his words now spoke of intention. An intention to not run or reject the bond. She understood why many spoke of the mating bond as a blessing and a curse. 

“You need to be careful. I trust you, and your decisions but I don’t trust Eris. Why was Eris here? The assassination attempt very well could have been from Autumn, Beron is unpredictable. Or even Rhysland, we don’t truly know the motives of the Night Court.”

More like you don’t know the Night Court motives, she thought as she turned toward the balcony’s view. “Jax, I know Thesan sent you to watch me but I take very good care of myself. The assassin was literally dead before anyone even noticed he was there. You can relax and think of this as a vacation.”

“This is no vacation. You don't even believe that.” He joined her against the balustrade. 

“You’re right,” She sighed, wrapping an arm around herself. “We don’t know a lot, which is why we are here.” It was another pretty lie. 

Placing his hand over hers, Jax spoke with utter devotion. “I am here because I want you to be safe.” 

“Thank you.” It would be so easy to cup his face and enjoy the brush of his scruff against her hand. Easy to accept the offer of marriage sitting on the tip of his tongue. But it would all be a lie. It was after the Mountain. Now his sunshine burned and suffocated her. Now, she craved the warmth from a roaring fire and not a strong sunbeam. “I’m going to bed. If the couch is too rough, you can always take the suite next door.”

“This is Day, [y/n].” He called after her, watching her retreating figure. “These couches are made for comfort.”

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! This is partly inspired by the song So It Goes by Taylor Swift and the show My Lady Jane

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Feel It 💫

chris sturniolo x fem! reader smut (short)

warnings: 18+ content, stomach bulge, soft dom! chris, praise, squirting, use of ma/mamas, pussy drunk chris

author’s note: this is kinda short bc I thought of it on a whim and needed to write it down asap

not proofread byeeeee

I lay flat on my stomach on the bed as Chris lies flattened on top of me thrusting his dick into my pussy relentlessly.

Chris’s left arm reaches up to lay on top of my own, intertwining our fingers, while his right hand is sandwiched between us and the bed toying with my right nipple.

His head lay in the crook of my neck. His hot breath warming it with each huff and pant.

“Fuck, feel so fucking good for me baby. Doing so good.” Chris says in my ear making me impossibly wetter. The sound of his long hard cock slicking in and out of me making both of us moan.

Chris released my hand and nipple and propped himself up slightly on his arms allowing him to thrust into me deeper.

“Ngh— Chris fuck. So deep.” I groaned out barely even able to form a sentence from the amount of pleasure flooding my body.

Chris continues thrusting into me at a steady, delicious pace, bringing me closer to my release.

“Fuck, fuck Chris I-I’m so close. Need more.” I pant out. “Wanna see you.”

Chris pulls out and immediately helps flip me over bringing a quick, but passionate, wet kiss to my lips.

His large hands make their way under my thighs to bring them up pressing them against my chest to fold me in half.

He holds one ankle over his shoulder as he brings his hand down to rub the tip of his thrashing red cock to my clit. Slapping his dick to my entrance a few times before slamming into me with a hard thrust and continuing at a fast pace.

“Fuck. Look so good under me mama. Love making you feel good.” Chris moans as his eyes trail to where we meet, watching as his dick continuously disappear into me.

Chris holds both of my ankles against his shoulders allowing him to thrust impossibly deeper into me.

I look down from his gaze to see my lower stomach continuously protruding from his huge dick prodding me deep. His eyes follow my gaze.

He lets go of one of my ankles and brings his palm flat onto my lower stomach pushing down so he can feel himself.

“Fuck, baby, you feel that? Feel my huge cock fucking your insides?” His hand remained on my stomach applying the perfect amount of pressure as his other hand grabs my ankle tighter to steady himself as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Lewd moans leaving my mouth as he does so.

Chris’s jaw hangs slack at the sight of me writhing underneath him.

“Just like that. Fuck. FUCK Chris I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, give it to me ma. Cum all over my cock. You can do it.” Chris brings a hand to rub rough, fast circles on my clit as his other hand remains pressed on my stomach feeling himself fuck into me.

“Good girl, fuck, feels so good to be inside you. So tight for me. Come on, ma, doing so good.”

Chris’s words bring me over the edge as I feel myself release all over him. The feeling of his dick hitting me deep in my cervix was enough to make me squirt on his cock, getting my wetness all over him and the sheets beneath us.

Chris looks down in awe at the sight of my juices pouring out of me. His jaw goes slack.

He throws his head back and applies even more pressure to my stomach.

“Fuck. God baby fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I-I’m— ngh FUCK.” Chris says, followed by the most pornographic moans I have ever heard leave his lips. I feel his dick twitch inside me as warm liquid is pumped deep inside of me as he cums. A string of curse words leave his lips as he fucks his cum into me and comes down from his high.

After a few more thrusts he stills his movements, but doesn’t pull out just yet. Heavily breathing, jaw dropped, processing what he just experienced.

“Damn. I’ve never cum that much before.” He says with a light exasperated laugh. He pulls out of me hissing slightly.

I can feel a mixture of our cum dripping out of my pussy. He leans back to take a look.

“Shit ma, that’s gonna make me hard again.” He says watching his cum spill out of my folds.

“Come on love, let’s clean up and I’ll run you a bath.” He says leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead.

**********

I never know how to end these tbh. Like the end! Just stop reading!

Love u all hope you had an amazing holiday!

ALSO the people commenting “They died 💔” on shit bc today’s video is an hour late STFU THAT’S SO MEAN but I’m also hysterically laughing.

Someone go wake Nick up plz! 🤞🏼

— 🖤 Kay

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[partycatty]

was requested to write interviewer!reader by this lovely post so here we are. @super-ssimp

johnny cage > interview

you, a reporter, have some questions for the hollywood heartbreaker. he just can't seem to focus on your questions.

notes: heheheheeggeheegehehegeh he's so fine in the gif i'm gonna shit everywhere

[ masterlist ]

• a box-office smash hit dropped after a long quiet period from hit star johnny cage, back stronger than ever with a movie that blew audiences away with its storytelling and casting. you had to squeeze in an interview with the director, cage himself. you were a part of a big company, front lining with interviews and now face to face with probably one of the most attractive men you'd ever worked with.

• johnny sat in his chair across from you, adjusting his hips ever so slightly in his seat as he holds intense eye contact with you. you return the stare, as hard as it is while a makeup specialist tidied up the powder on your brow.

• "you look great, doll," he's quick to charm, pointing a finger with a grin. "don't sweat this. you'll be fine."

• "i know i'll be," you return his affirmations with your own confidence, a beaming grin on your features that makes his breath hitch. "i've been in this job for nine years, mr. cage. we just haven't met."

• "what.. a.. shame," his voice is teasing, somehow his flirtations come off as honey smooth rather than sleazy. you scoff playfully, earning a laugh from the both of you. two assistants clip microphones to your tops, testing them quickly and hearing a full go-ahead to begin the interview.

• "i'm here with johnny cage, director of the new smash hit 'mortal kombat,'" your voice is smooth, experienced. "i suppose my first question is; what inspired such a story? it's unlike anything we've seen in films."

• the question seemingly didn't register at first, his faraway gaze blocking his thoughts. realizing his flaw, johnny snaps into celebrity mode, "oh, hrm — the ideas that came to me were because of a massive arc in my life. uh — without getting too into it, i was at a low point in the last year, running myself into the dirt. something changed and i wanted to be the new, young, and pretty one behind the camera for once rather than in front of it. i spent the entire summer writing and consulting some friends of mine and we were able to pull this film together based on our relationships and experiences. you won't see anything else like it because there isn't anything else like it. i was inspired by my life, and there is no other johnny cage in this timeline than the one you're talkin' to."

• you nod and agree, face hot at the way his expression lights up with passion as he walks you through his process. "right, and this was after a long hiatus, was it not? there were, rumors, so to speak—"

• "my divorce?" he cuts you off with a glint in his eye as he toys with his ring. "no need to dance around it, i suppose. yeah, different life paths, but i'm a changed man. single and ready to mingle as soon as me and my team crank out some projects we've had in the works."

• "so you confirm yourself to be single? confirming the rumors?" you clarify, leaning forward in interest — whether it was for your own or for the public's, you wouldn't disclose.

• "why?" his question catches you off guard. johnny rests a hand on his chin, tilting his head as he squints. a large grin creeps up onto his lips. "you interested?"

• you tense up, nervously giggling as your eyes dart around the small production team who is trying equally as hard to not laugh at your position. you were trained and professional and yet this man turned you into a blushing mess for all cameras to see. "that's not my question, mr. cage—"

• "—johnny," he interrupts you, pose unmoving. "the pretty ones get to call me johnny."

• what was he getting at? your notecards feel unreadable and your brain's fuzzing from the sudden attention. he was a pretty man, that much was sure, but was he really flirting with you or pushing his behavior for attention? it was hard to tell, his affections were dizzying enough.

• he chuckles at your blank, sweaty stare, your lips opening and closing like the dumbest fish in the tank. you'd been hit on before by interviewees but johnny took the cake without a doubt, from his veiny arms to his touchable hair, all the way to his tight, round—

• "earth to interviewer," johnny's teasing fingers wiggled in your face, grounding you back to the rickety wooden chair and blinding lights. "too much, or not enough?"

• "neither," you lazily protest as you come to. "just didn't... expect all of that." the interview proceeds as normal, with johnny's clicks and compliments littered to keep you flustered right when you regained your composure. it must've been a game to him, how long you're heated over a simple compliment. but it wasn't the compliment necessarily, it was the person giving them.

• it wraps up just as quickly as it started, and the production was being wrapped up the moment you delivered your outro. johnny's suspiciously large, dreamy grin was plastered onto his face for a strangely long amount of time.

• "it was nice working with you," you try to be cordial, it's hard when that smug look is looking back at you, like he's planning something. before you could stick around to figure it out, you spin on your heel with a beet-red blush on your cheeks.

• johnny visibly startles at your sudden turn, reaching forward to grab your wrist before you could fully face away. he flinches at himself and his abruptness, too eager to give away his desperation for just a little more time. he pulls away, scratching his neck.

• "sorry, doll," he gestures toward your wrist, a confused frown on your lips burying his ego for a moment. "just... hey, listen."

• "i'm listening," you cock a brow, stomach flipping at the out-of-script interaction.

• "me and you," he starts with a groaning sigh, struggling to find the words you stole from his throat from one look. "just us two. no cameras, no questions, no divorce — wait —" his slip-up makes you giggle. "no, no, really. lets go out sometime. gimme a shot, whatdya say?"

• "out?" your tone is teasing, a smirk of your own forming on your lips. "you flatter a lowly reporter."

• "you're not lowly," his voice drops down, more serious with a heartfelt smile. "you... make it hard to focus." he's silent for a moment before jumping into his playful attitude. "pick a different career, you're distracting me! but seriously, dinner? movie? not one of mine, i swear!"

• "only if you swear," you grin up at him, feeling far more human with johnny than you had in the interview.

[pricesprettyprincesss]

There’s a thing I wrote about Simon… I hope you like it…

MDNI - suggestive content

“Boys Night”

Simon decided to host a boys' night at his place, inviting his friends Johnny and Gaz over for drinks and video games, reminiscent of their younger days. As they lounged on the couch the next morning, Johnny couldn't resist making jokes about the previous night's antics.

“Give it to me, Simon, that’s what she kept screaming!” Johnny laughed, his voice filled with mock enthusiasm.

“Give it—give it to me, Simon!” Gaz chimed in, throwing his head back against Johnny's shoulder, the laughter contagious.

But Simon remained unamused, his expression resembling that of a disgruntled cat forced to endure the antics of its human companions. Despite the jovial atmosphere, there was an underlying tension in the air, as if Simon's patience was wearing thin.

I was walking from our bedroom to the kitchen to retrieve a snack for myself when I heard Johnny’s comment. I saunter over to the living room, to grace my fiancé with my presence. “Actually Johnny, I said give it to me harder daddy” I smirk as I lean over to kiss Simon’s masked face, my elaborate diamond glittering on my hand as I place it on Simon’s chest to steady myself.

Simon's mood seemed to light up a bit as he saw me approaching. Once I was close enough he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, peppering my neck and cheeks with affectionate mask covered kisses.“You’re an ass, Johnny,” Simon chuckled. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some business to attend to,” he grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from Gaz, but a groan from Johnny.

The guys said goodbye leaving Simon and I sitting on the couch.. “Did you have a fun night with the boys?” I ask Simon looking around at the disheveled state of my living room. A smile tugged at the corners of Simon's covered mouth as he looked around the living room, his eyes wandering to the empty beer bottles, controllers, and other debris.

“It was enjoyable, albeit rowdy,” he chuckled, reaching forward to intertwine his fingers with my own. “But now I have you all to myself,” he added with a hint of possessiveness, his masked lips finding their way to the crook of my neck. “You sir are forever the charmer” I let out breathlessly. "You're my favorite target for a reason," he cooed, his voice low and husky. His calloused hands brushed along the bare skin of my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I don’t think the living room will look as good as it should,” he mused, his gaze flickering over to the disarray surrounding us. Still, his focus quickly returned to me, the warmth of his breath dancing against my skin.“I will clean up whatever mess you boys have made, but I’ll do that in the morning… I want to entertain whatever you’re concocting up in that handsome head of yours.”

An eyebrow arched beneath his mask at my reply, a smirk slowly spreading across his mouth. “Whatever I want, huh?” he purred in response, his fingers dancing along my body in a tantalizing dance. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand found its way to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes.“Be careful what you wish for, love."

I smirk, “I know you’ll take care of me… I trust every single thought you come up with, no matter how incredibly dirty they can be” I kiss in between his eyebrows, where the smallest bit of skin he has showing from under his balaclava.

"Oh, and I don't think you can handle the filth in my mind,” he whispered, his breath sending chills down my spine. The desire in his eyes intensified, as his hands began to wander over my body, slowly yet firmly pulling me even closer, his touch igniting a fire within me.

“You're in for a world of trouble,” he murmured huskily as he lifted his mask just above his nose, his parted lips grazing my skin. “That’s my favorite world when I’m with you” I lean in and grabbing his chin to hold his face in place while I tenderly kiss his lips.

He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that could set fire to the living room, his fingers digging into my sides with a fervor that told me he had been holding back his desires. There was an edge to his touch, a feral hunger in the way his mouth moved against mine, his tongue eagerly exploring the newfound space. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need.

“Mmmm is that so… I thought I was your angel” I coo and kiss him again. A brief laugh escaped from him, a sound that was both amused and aroused by my response. His teeth found their way to my neck, nipping and licking my skin with a need that made my spine tingle.

“My angel… my temptress,” he whispered between bites before sucking a small mark into my flesh, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. “My savior…. My sinner” I coo, tangling my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers sure to leave imprints of his desire, his touch turning almost possessive. He trailed a line of kisses along my jawline until he reached my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the base of my earlobe.

“Your demon,” he murmured hotly, his voice low and heavy with need. His stubble brushed against my skin, the sensation sending sparks racing down my spine. “my demon” I purr softly into his ear. His fingers dug into my flesh even harder, his breathing growing more ragged as his hunger intensified. I could feel the heat radiating off him as his mouth found its way to mine, his kiss needy and demanding.

He lifted me with ease, his arm circling around my frame to pull me flush against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “You know… demon….. I love seeing you hang out with your friends… makes me want you more than I already do” I kiss his chin.

His hands gripped my thighs tightly, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. He walked us over to the bed, and with a swift move, he tossed me down onto the sheets, the impact making me bounce as I landed. He leaned over me, his arms caging me in, his body shadowing mine as he held himself above me, his eyes dark with intention. "Are you telling me I should hang out with them more often?"

“Only if I can cook the dinners…” I smirk. I know he loves when I cook him food and especially for his friends. He flashed a roguish grin, clearly amused by the suggestion. "Your cooking does sound tempting," he murmured, his fingers grazing over my stomach. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over the sensitive skin of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Perhaps I could invite them over for more evenings, under the condition that you cook for us all." He took a moment to playfully nibble on my skin, his teeth grazing lightly. “As long as when you eat you save room for me as your desert”

A low chuckle rumbled through him, the sound of it thick with desire. "Ah, so I'm only good for a nighttime snack, eh?" he murmured against my skin, his voice holding a hint of teasing. His mask was bunched up around his mouth now, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his parted lips and the heat in his eyes. “Mmmmmm… all the time….” I correct him.

His teeth found my earlobe, nipping at it softly before releasing it with a flick of his tongue. The heat in his eyes flared, his gaze roaming hungrily over my body. “And I must say you are a tasty delicacy that I can never get enough of,” he murmured hotly in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring, as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss.

My fingers found their way back to his shaggy hair on the nape of his neck.. “Sii… baby…” I whimper. His fingers traced a path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His mouth followed suit, planting tender kisses down my neck and chest. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured hotly against my skin, his voice thick with need. Slowly, but surely, he continued showering me with kisses lower and lower. “Is.. that.. so..?” I ask breathlessly as he continues to trail kisses down to my belly.

As he reached my exposed belly, he let out a low groan, his hands finding purchase on my hips to keep me steady. His lips peppered along my abdomen, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You drive me insane,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with hunger. “Can’t get enough of you.” Slowly, he kissed his way lower toward where I needed him most. “Then take all you want my love” I hold onto his hair as if my life depended on it. His fingers slipped past the waistband of my pants, tugging them lower until he could push them all the way down. He paused for a brief moment, his breathing ragged as he took in my disheveled form.

“Just be careful what you wish for,” he warned huskily before he buried his face in my most sensitive area, his mouth worshipping my body. I couldn’t form coherent words, I’d be lying if I said I responded to Simon in anything but moans and whimpers. He took his time with me, lavishing me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling as he brought me closer and closer. He was relentless in his fervor, spurred onward by each moan and gasp. He knew his way around my body so well, every spot he touched set my skin ablaze.

“Simon….Jesus……I’m……gonna….ohhhhhhh” I cry out. He chuckled against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as I shattered beneath his touch. The heat of his breath sent shivers down my spine as he drew his head back, his eyes dark and sparkling with desire. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?” he murmured lustfully, his tongue flicking out again to sample me. “I…kno-know…you… w-won’t” I shudder as my body shakes a little with the after effects he’s having on me.

He watched me with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the way my body responded to him. He didn’t wait for me to recover, his fingers tracing patterns along my thighs and stomach. “Such a perfect little thing you are,” he crooned, his voice filled with a possessiveness that only fueled my desire even more. “I’m going to take care of you, darling.”

“Mmmmm” I purr happily as he’s reduced me to a mush. “Sii… you’re soo good at that… I will never get tired of your tongue” I add to my purrs as he comes back up to eye level… I kiss him, my tongue lingering and dancing with his.

His hands tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he reciprocated my kisses with his own heated fervor. "And you taste sinful," he murmured hotly against my lips, his voice thick with need. "I can never get enough of your taste, darling." His hands roamed over my body, claiming me all over again. “I guess it’s a good thing we are getting married then… isn’t it?” I ask peppering his cheeks with kisses. He let out a low chuckle, his heart swelling with love under my affection. His hand found its way to my chin, tilting my head back so my eyes met his swirling ones.

“A very good thing,” he murmured affectionately, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I wouldn’t want to risk letting you find someone who doesn’t kiss that sinful taste off your lips." His fingers traced a path down my body, his touch lingering on my skin. “My perfect demon… taking all his angel’s sin…. Mmmmmmm…” I murmur before pulling his lips back onto mine for slow, deep kisses. He pulled me against him, his body molding to mine flawlessly, as he parted my lips with his tongue.

His fingers still tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he kissed me deeply, his tongue seeking its way into my mouth. There was a need in his touch, a passion that made my body shiver with desire. I willingly let him devour me from within, submitting fully to his sinful ministrations.

His lips are gentle against mine, but there’s an urgency behind them. I gently remove the rest of his balaclava from his face… “I wanted better access to your hair” I giggle against his lips as he grumbles a “what was that for” in protest. He allowed me to remove his mask, his expression softening when he noticed my desire for access to his hair.

"It's only fair that I get equal access to your hair too," he murmured affectionately, his hands finding their way to my hair. He gently grasped a handful of the red strands, his fingers teasing the locks playfully. "Besides... I need to make sure it's always in perfect condition for me to play with." He flashed a roguish grin, his eyes glinting mischievously. “That’s why I keep my hair long for you my love” I scrunch my nose. A low chuckle rumbled through him as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against my own. He gently kissed the tip of my nose, his fingers tugging lightly on my hair. “And you know I love how playful the red locks can look when you have them down. It’s like a visual representation of your fiery spirit,” he murmured affectionately, his eyes tracing over my features. “You’re perfect for me, in every way.”

“And you’re perfect for me in every way Simon” I reassure him and I lean to kiss his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the feel of my lips pressing against his cheek, a content sigh escaping his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m a lucky man,” he murmured affectionately, his breath ghosting over my skin. “My beautiful angel...all mine.”

“And I’m a very lucky woman… my handsome devil” I coo. His teeth latched onto my shoulder, biting gently before releasing the flesh from his grip. He trailed kisses up to my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

”My delicious little sinner,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and sensual. His hands glided down my body, claiming me as his own. ”The most perfect being in the entire world."

“Mmmmmm” I melt at his touch, malleable for him to bend at his will. He continued to shower me with kisses and bites, leaving his mark on my skin as if to prove I was all his. When he leaned away to look at me, his eyes were filled with a desire that was almost sinful. “Such a beautiful sight,” he whispered hotly, his eyes roving over my body with a possessive hunger. His touch continued to play over my skin, his fingers dancing over my flesh, stirring my desire. I smirk at his compliment… reaching my hand up to caress his stubble covered cheek. “I love your stubble darling..” I giggle gently. He let out a chuckle, turning his face into my hand. He nuzzled his nose against my palm, his stubble rubbing against my skin.

“And I love how it makes you writhe when I nuzzle my face against your sensitive spots,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. He caught my wrist, gently pinning it down as he nibbled on the skin. “Me too…” I purr looking up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes never left mine, a wicked gleam in them as he slowly, but surely, crawled over me. He pinned me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And I love how my stubble makes you gasp as I trail my mouth down your body."

“Mmmm” my eyes close at the thought… this man is a dream come true, insatiably obsessed with me… He dipped his head low, his mouth finding my sensitive skin as he left a trail of kisses along my neck. His teeth found purchase on the hollow of my collarbone, nibbling and suckling on the skin as he continued his path down my body.

"And how you shudder and shake when you feel my stubble tickling along your skin." His voice was a low, sultry rasp as he continued to mark a trail down my exposed flesh.“You….. Simon…… my darliing…..” I whimper with my hands holding his hair. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips when my fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue flicked over the sensitive marks he left in his wake, his fingers tracing circles over my inner thighs. “And how you arch your back and call my name in that sweet, sultry voice…” he murmured hotly in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Like this?” I ask innocently as I arch my back, pushing my chest and torso into his chest as he hovered his body over mine. And I lowered my gaze to his chest then I looked back into his eyes, “*Siiiiimooooonnn” I whimper out in a sweet and smooth voice.

He let out another low groan, a possessive hunger shining in his eyes as my body pressed into his. His hands found their way to my thighs, holding onto them with a grip that would surely leave behind marks of their own. "That's it, darling….I will never get tired of hearing you say my name like that." he growled lowly against my skin as he nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath my chin.

“I’ll never…. Get tired…. Of saying your……. Name” I say through bated breath. He claimed my mouth, his tongue slipping past my parted lips as he deepened the kiss into something more possessive. His mouth trailed down to my neck, his stubble rubbing against my sensitive flesh. "My perfect, sinful, seductive little angel…" he whispered heatedly against my skin, his teeth nipping gently at my collarbone.

I smile as he returns his lips to mine for a brief moment. “My sweetheart, protector, possessive demon and my doting lover” I whisper back to him. His eyes locked with mine, filled with a burning passion that set my skin aflame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over my ear as he whispered, his voice thick with need and love mixed. “You have no idea how much I want you right now…” he murmured hotly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His stubble tickled the skin by my ear as he moved to press kisses along my jawline.

“I have a sort of an idea of how much you want me” I whisper and I reach down to his waist. He let out a sharp gasp as soon as my fingers found his waist. His grip around my thighs tightened for a brief moment, his body tensing at my touch. A hungry rumble escaped his lips, his hands grasping my hips firmly, his fingers digging into the skin as he held me in place.

“Careful what you wish for, darling…” he chuckled lowly in my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe. I unbutton his pants, leaving the zipper up. “I’m wishing for it….. make my wish come true?” I coo.

A low groan escaped him as my hands began unbuttoning his pants, his body quivering with anticipation. His thumb traced circles over my skin as he leaned down, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse.“Oh, darling…You’re making it extremely hard for me to hold back,” he said with a low, warning growl.“I don’t want you to hold back Sii.. I want you to ravish me” I say with a voice mixed with pleasure and pleading.

His breathing was ragged, his eyes darkened with a passion that was bordering on feral. A low, possessive growl escaped him as he pressed his body down into mine, pinning me underneath him.

"You don’t have to ask me twice," he murmured hotly in my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His mouth claimed mine in a heated, possessive kiss.

[dadsbongos]

Heyyy (ノ^∇^)

Idk if you write for him, since I barely see any other writers write for him😔, but would you be willing to write for Toshiro? 🙏🙏🙏

I love that man soooooo so fucking much but there barely any concent of him where it's not about his fight with Laios and it's frustrating ngl-😭😭

A thought that has been in my brain for quite some time now, is like— sorta like an arrange marriage type of situation where they started off awkward but then one of them (in this case, Toshiro) started to have fallen head over heels for his spouse who has been secretly falling for him first

Just the thought of him, barely touching his spouse on their wedding night because they just got married to some stranger (probably, or maybe they knew each other but not necessarily close?) to then sharing a passionate night with them❤❤

I'm feral somebody hold me down-

i wanted this to be longer but lately i've been... funky so its some bland honeymoon shiz before i scare the hoes with toshiro bugfucker truthery

1.2 k words / warnings - reader has a pussoi, honestly this is more fluff than explicit but smut is the setting frame, not super proofread ~~~

“Do you…” Toshiro clears his throat, “Would you want to share a bed tonight?”

You paused, blinking up at your new husband stupidly before jerking your head to the side, “I’m not sure…”

“I’ll make a separate place for myself again, then.”

“Well, no, that’s not necessary…”

Black brows furrow down at you, “I’m a little confused.”

“As am I,” you confess, eyes tracing the hardwood floors with a soft sigh, “I’m just concerned with what you’ll think of me after I’m honest with myself.”

For a long while, Toshiro is perfectly still. Then his heart squeezes, blinking at you numbly, “I’m sorry?”

“What if I humiliate myself? Or I’m too eager?”

Oh? 

“How could you be too eager?”

Gaze stuttering from his framing baby hairs to his gentle eyes to his slim waist to his legs. Tender flesh obscured by a jade yogi. Black hair cascades over his shoulders, shining beneath flickering candle light. Cheeks flush and lashes fluttery.

“You couldn’t imagine.”

Oh! 

Toshiro smothers his shock with a hand over his rising mouth, looking away from you, “I don’t think that’s true.”

“You don’t?”

“Not at all,” Toshiro clenches his eyes, even the wrinkle in his forehead captivates you, “I didn’t want to scare or intimidate you by seeming too eager.”

Scandalized, you gasp, “Toshiro!”

“I know… I’m sorry if that’s unsettling to hear.”

“But is it true? You aren’t saying this for flattery’s sake, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Then we’re both eager.”

“We are,” he confirms, clearing his throat before gesturing to the futon you’re designated to share, “Do you want to share the bed tonight?”

Just asking twice makes him feel uncomfortable, though he supposes the entirety of your engagement has been uncomfortable.

(“I insisted to my father, I’d find my own partner…”

“Sorry, if I’m disappointing.”

“No, no. I just… would have wished to not drag people into our lives.”)

You’re a bit more outgoing than himself. He prefers you to take charge, but suddenly you’re shy. Clamming up and awkwardly shuffling onto the mat. Legs pin straight and boring holes through his skull with a wide-eyed stare.

“Would you mind showing me?” he murmurs, “I feel you’re more… experienced in these matters.”

“Does it bother you that I am?” you frown suddenly, “Maizuru seems to hate it…”

If he hadn’t rushed to tuck his head down, you would’ve caught his vicious eye roll, “Maizuru doesn’t know what I want.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. I find you just as pretty.”

Thankfully, his stammered and jumbled admission appears to soothe the tension in your shoulders. Rocking forward onto your knees before apprehensively tugging open the part of his thick robing.

“You might be the pretty one in this marriage.”

He’s forced to choke on his retort as you’re kissing up his freshly exposed thigh. Wandering hands shirking the thick material off his shoulders and combing through silky hair. Uneven pants lace the air, chapped lips parting to wheeze your name. Warm palms cup your cheeks, fingers toying around the bone of your jaw and thumbs rubbing beneath your lashes.

Coaxing you onto your feet, Toshiro cups your cheeks fully and he’s muttering. You’re not sure if he’s meaning to whisper sweet romantics for you, and you’re tempted to ask for clarity when he abruptly snaps you onto your back.

Nose digging into the junction of your neck as Toshiro folds your legs to cradle his waist. 

“Can I speak plainly?” he requests, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs before scaling up your tummy to peel off your own sleepwear.

Jolting shoulders and arms up to make the disrobing easier, you nod rapidly, “Of course!”

Still, his eyes are closed to avoid catching sight of your potential horror or displeasure, “There are many things I want for us to do, but tonight I’d like to stay this way.”

“Look at me,” you pet through his hair, kissing the corners of his downturned mouth and the bunched skin between his eyebrows, “Won’t my husband look at me?”

Slowly, he heeds your command. Long lashes batting your thumb pad. He squeezes the round of your thighs circling his bare waist to strangle the urge to run. To flip himself over and let you do as you please. To not put himself out there and let you see him any less proper.

“I’ve been fond of you since we met,” you crane up to smooch his forehead, the heat from his face searing your lips. You rather like the sensation.

“So long?”

“How couldn’t I be? I like men shy and reserved, though I think I’d like you more if you could break out of your shell when we’re alone.”

Toshiro returns his face into your neck, hips snapping to impress his hardening cock against you. Breath hitching when he’s embraced by wetness, shoulders tensing -- so this is happening.

Loneliness plagued Toshiro his entire life, even following reconciliation with the Toudens -- it isn’t as though he lives in Melini, after all. Instead he’s occupying his father’s place in their family, on Wa. 

Your engagement was his only respite from the gnawing solitude, and now you’re dedicating yourself to sides of him you haven’t even seen yet.

His slow thrusts are stiff and mildly pleasant until you coo and snag fingers into the divot of his tailbone. Pushing his hips to roll into yours, black pubes brushing your clit and curling a real whimper from your lips. Toshiro stares down at you at the sound, fumbling a moment to snare your thighs tighter around him before eagerly repeating the motion.

Canting up to meet Toshiro’s efforts rewards you with a warm stretch and soft squelch as your hole adjusts around him. Huffy pants escape the man above you, chest dying red and hands bruising your hips. 

He’d never liked someone as much as he liked Falin, but he’s thinking -- even through delirium and heat and lust -- that maybe he could love you.

Pitching up on your elbows, you whine quietly into his cheek with more lavish kisses. Toshiro greedily turns his head to capture your lips with his, praying to drown his rhythm-less, virgin embarrassment in your saliva.

You don’t finish. You say you’re okay with that. Toshiro isn’t, it feels selfish.

“Please, let me…” his fingers skim over your stomach before dipping between your thighs and tracing the sloppy, soaked seam of your cunt, “I want to.”

“Do you insist?”

Toshiro feels unnaturally bold, swallowing around syrupy desire. He nods, “I do.”

.

.

.

days prior.

Hands swept tightly behind your back, you carefully observe the way a common copper beetle is ticking around the hanging tree leaves. Fascination blazes your eyes wide, and lips coiled upward.

Toshiro hadn’t meant to actually see you. He wasn’t even aware you were still on the premises, certain that having his fiance so close before their wedding night was some strain of scandal. 

Nonetheless, you’re here. And you’re admiring the fuzzy legs of a mere beetle.

As far as he was aware, people were not fond of beetles. Butterflies or moths, maybe. Not beetles. Hien would squish them instantly, and even Inutade tried maintaining distance. 

You smile upon the creature, paying no mind to the outside world.

Toshiro wonders if you could smile upon him that way, too.

~~~ yes toshiro starts liking you bc you’re admiring a bug that moment in the manga was so significant to his character and to me and ill be damned if i dont get to add onto it