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THE WORLD NEVER ENDED | JACK HUGHES
pairing. jack hughes x fem!reader (ft. platonic quinn & luke hughes x fem!reader + male!oc x fem!reader)
genre. childhood best friends to lovers, ANGST, fluff, hurt to comfort, reader & jack are both 18-19 in this!
synopsis: Y/N and Jack Hughes have been inseparable since childhood, spending every summer at his familyâs lake houseâuntil his hockey career takes off and leaves her behind. As Jackâs life moves forward and Y/N tries to do the same, the distance between them grows in ways neither of them expected. But when their paths cross again at a breaking point, theyâre forced to confront everything they never said and the feelings that never really went away.
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The lake house never changes. It still smells like pine and sunscreen, the same old dock creaking under your feet, the same late summer breeze curling through the trees. But this time, youâre the only one here.
You let the beer bottle dangle from your fingers, the glass sweating against your palm as you stare at the still water. Itâs late. Too late to be out here alone, and your mom would probably kill you if she found out you were underage drinking, but youâve been doing this since you were kidsâsneaking down to the dock past midnight, toes dipping into the water, whispering about everything and nothing at all.
Except this time, Jack isnât here. Not really. Not anymore.
The last time you saw him was months ago, after another whirlwind season, after Team USA, after everything. Heâd come back, same easy smile, same stupidly messy hair, same Jack. And yet, he wasnât.
He moved too fast, talked too much about things you werenât a part of, laughed at jokes from teammates you didnât know. He had an entire life outside of this town, this lake, this dock. A life that didnât include you.
It wasnât his fault though, you couldnât blame Jack for being excited about this whole new chapter in his life, not when heâs worked his ass off so he could secure a spot in the NHL in the future.
You took a shaky breath, watching as the wind blew the waters back and forth, your thought raced with Jack, Jack, Jack. It wasnât anything new; you had been in love with him since you had learned what the word love even was, when Ellen and your mom teased you two endlessly after your eighth birthday, declaring that youâd two get married when you were older.
And then he left, at age fourteen to go train at some hockey camp over the summer and you started seeing him less and less. Then he left again for USA Hockey, and all that was left of him was the little times heâd pop up on your screen for a FaceTime, or a quick selfie.
You never told him that it felt like the world had ended whenever he left.
âĽ
The first time you met Jack Hughes, he was seven years old, standing knee-deep in the lake, grinning like he had owned the world.
âYou scared to jump in?â he teases, squinting up at you from where heâs splashing around.
You cross your arms, standing barefoot on the dock, the sun burning hot against your skin. âI just donât wanna get my hair wet.â
Jack laughs like you just said the funniest thing in the world, and before you can react, he launches a handful of water in your direction. It splashes against your legs, cool and shocking, and you gasp.
âYou jerk!â you shriek, but Jackâs already laughing, already diving into the water, swimming just far enough out of reach that you canât get him back.
You donât know it then, but thatâs how it starts.
The Hughes familyâs lake house becomes your second home. Your parents are close friends with Ellen and Jim, and summers are spent tangled in sunburns, mosquito bites, and the smell of bonfires. Jack, being just a few months older, quickly becomes your shadowâor maybe you become his.
You race bikes down dirt paths, climb trees until your hands are covered in splinters, and stay up late whispering under blanket forts in the Hughesâ living room, trying not to wake Luke and Quinn.
âYou think weâll still be best friends when weâre older?â you ask one night, voice sleepy, cheek smushed against your arm.
Jack frowns at you, like you just said something ridiculous. âDuh. Who else am I supposed to hang out with? My brothers?â
You grin brightly, shoving him. âYou promise?â
He holds out his pinky. âPromise.â
And thatâs that.
As you both get older, things donât really change. Not at first.
Winters are spent at the Hughesâ house in Michigan, watching Jack skate for hours at the rink, your fingers numb from gripping a hot chocolate too tight. Summers are still for the lake house, where the days blur together in a haze of sun, water, and laughter.
Jack is your best friend. The one who sneaks you extra sâmores when the adults say no. The one who ties your skates when your fingers are too cold. The one who always picks you first for street hockey, even when Luke complains about it. The one who knows everything about you.
And you know everything about him, too.
That he gets grumpy when heâs hungry. That he has to listen to music before every game, or else he feels off. That heâs already dreaming about the NHL, about Team USA, about everything that seems so far away but somehow already feels like itâs coming too fast.
You donât realize when things do start changing.
Maybe itâs when Jack turns fourteen and starts spending more time away at tournaments. Maybe itâs when you turn fourteen and realize your heart speeds up whenever he looks at you a certain way.
Maybe itâs the summer you turn fifteen and see him talking to a girl from town, and something ugly coils in your stomach. You donât say anything, though. You canât.
Jack is your best friend. Thatâs all. Even if you wish it wasnât.
When Jack is sixteen, everything does change.
Itâs the Fourth of July. The lake house is packed, fireworks already popping in the distance. You and Jack sneak away from the party like you always do, climbing onto the dock and lying side by side, watching the sky.
âYou excited for the USA team?â you ask, your voice light, like the thought of him leaving doesnât make your chest ache.
Jack turns his head to look at you. âYeah,â he says. âKinda nervous, though.â
You smile a little, the same smile that had reassured Jack every time he saw it. âYouâll be fine.â
He shifts closer, his arm brushing yours. âYou think so?â
âOf course,â you whisper. âYouâre Jack Hughes.â
He laughs, but itâs softer this time, almost hesitant. The air between you feels different, thicker, heavier. His fingers twitch on the dock beside yours, and for a second, you swear heâs about to reach for your hand.
But then he exhales sharply, sits up. âWe should get back.â
And just like that, the moment is gone.
You stare at the fireworks exploding in the sky, feeling like something inside you is breaking.
Jack leaves for Team USA at the end of the summer.
And you donât know it yet, but nothing will ever be the same again.
âĽ
At first, you still talk all the time. He calls after practices, FaceTimes you from hotel rooms, sends you stupid selfies from road trips. And for a while, it almost feels normal. Almost.
But then the calls get shorter. The messages come slower.
You see his name on headlines, hear people at school talking about him like heâs some distant star instead of the boy you grew up with. And suddenly, he feels⌠far away.
Not just in distance. In everything.
And then one day, you realize you donât remember the last time he called.
You donât text him, either. You figured he was too busy anywaysâtoo busy with hockey, with interviews, too busy for you.
His absence leaves a hollow space inside you, one you donât know how to fill. So you try.
Thatâs how you end up with him.
Aiden West. Star quarterback. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy smile and dimples that should make your heart flutter.
You meet at a partyâone you only went to because your friends dragged you out of your house, tired of you spending your nights holed up in your room, pretending you werenât waiting for a text that never came.
Aidanâs nice. Heâs funny. He buys you drinks and calls you baby and kisses you like he means it.
You tell yourself this is good. That this is what you need.
But when he holds your hand, it doesnât feel the same. When he kisses you, you donât melt the way you think you should. And when you close your eyes, itâs not Aidan you see.
Itâs Jack. Always Jack.
Quinn comes home in December.
Youâre not expecting to see him, not really. Ever since he was drafted, he spent all his time in Vancouver, busy with his own life, his own team. But one night, you walk into the Hughesâ house, and there he is, sprawled on the couch like he never left.
âQuinn?â you blink.
He smirks, sitting up. âHey, kid.â
You roll your eyes but smile anyway. âYouâre, like, a few years older than me. Iâm not a kid.â
âYouâll always be a kid to me,â he teases, but then his expression softens. âHowâve you been?â
You shrug. âGood.â
He gives you a look, like he can see right through you. Because of course he can.
Quinn has always been quieter than Jack, more observant. He was the one who bandaged your scraped knees when you and Jack were too reckless, the one who ruffled your hair when you had a bad day, the one who watched you grow up and somehow always knew what you were feeling before you even said it.
And right now, you can tell he knows youâre lying.
âYou still talk to Jack?â he asks casually.
You stiffen. âNot really.â
Quinn nods, like thatâs what he expected. âHeâs been busy.â
âI know,â you say quickly, too quickly. âItâs fine.â
He studies you for a moment. Then, his eyebrows furrow. âYou dating that football guy?â
You hesitate. âYeah. Kinda.â
Quinn tilts his head, his expression unreadable. âYou like him?â
You swallow. âHeâs⌠nice.â
Quinn leans back, crossing his arms. âYou know, Iâve seen you happy before.â
You furrow your brows. âAnd?â
âAnd thatâs not what you look like right now.â
The words hit deeper than you want them to. You look away, staring at your hands.
Quinn sighs, running a hand through his hair. âLook, Iâm not trying to tell you what to do. If you like the guy, great. But donât force something that isnât real just becauseââ He pauses.
You glance up. âJust because what?â
Quinn meets your eyes, and for the first time, his voice is gentle. âJust because Jack hurt you.â
Your throat tightens.
You donât say anything. You donât know what to say.
Because heâs right. And maybe thatâs the worst part of all.
âĽ
Aidan is kind when he breaks up with you.
That almost makes it worse.
You can tell heâs been thinking about it for a while. The way he exhales before he starts speaking, the way his hands stay tucked into the pocket of his hoodie like heâs afraid if he moves too much, youâll see how much this is bothering him.
âYouâre not really here, Y/N,â he says, voice steady but laced with something bitter, something tired.
You donât argue, because you know heâs right.
He sighs, shaking his head. âI like you. I really do. But I deserve someone who looks at me like Iâm the only one theyâre thinking about.â
Your stomach twists.
âAidanââ
âItâs fine,â he cuts in, forcing a small smile. âI knew. I think I always did.â He swallows, glancing away before meeting your eyes again. âIt was never gonna be me, was it?â
You want to tell him you tried. That you wanted to feel something more, something real. But the truth is, no matter how hard you tried, he was never Jack.
And that was never fair to him.
So instead, you whisper, âIâm sorry.â
He nods, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. âYeah. Me too.â
A few days pass, and you still feel hollow, like youâre floating through life without really being in it.
You donât know why you still go to the Hughesâ house. Maybe itâs habit. Maybe itâs because it still feels like home, even when things donât feel the same anymore.
Maybe itâs because, deep down, you just need someone who knows you.
Luke opens the door, and before you can even say anything, his face twists in concern.
âOkay, whatâs wrong?â
You pause. âWhat?â
Luke steps aside to let you in, closing the door behind you. âYou have your sad face on.â
You frown. âLuke Hughes, I do not have aââ
âYou totally do,â he interrupts, flopping onto the couch. He gestures for you to sit next to him, and after a moment, you do.
Thereâs a beat of silence before he says, âQuinn told me everything.â
You freeze. âEverything?â
Luke gives you a knowing look. âYeah. And Iâm not an idiot, Y/N. Iâve seen the way youâve looked at Jack since we were kids.â
You open your mouth, but no words come out.
Luke sighs, leaning back against the couch. âLook, I know he messed up. Jack is kind of known for that. And I know youâre hurt. ButâŚâ He hesitates. âYou still love him, donât you?â
You squeeze your eyes shut. âLukeââ
âJust be honest,â he says gently.
Your throat tightens. âYeah,â you whisper. âI do.â
Luke nods like he already knew that was coming. Then he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out to you.
You frown. âWhatâs this?â
âTickets,â he says simply.
You blink. âTickets?â
âTo Jackâs game against Finland.â His voice is casual, but thereâs something behind itâsomething careful, like he knows heâs walking a fine line. âI was gonna go, but I think you should instead.â
Your heart stops.
âLukeâŚâ
âDonât overthink it,â he says quickly. âJust go. See him. Talk to him.â
You stare at the tickets in his hand, your pulse pounding in your ears.
This is a choice. A chance.
And to be completely honest, you arenât sure if youâre ready.
âĽ
You end up deciding not to go until the last minute.
The plane ticket burns in your hands, Lukeâs voice echoing in your head: Just go. See him. Talk to him.
So you do. You land in Finland, stomach in knots, trying not to think about what youâll even say to him. If heâll even want to see you.
But then the game happens. And Jack loses.
The scoreboard tells you everythingâ3-2, Finland. A brutal, heartbreaking end.
Jack stays on the ice, shoulders hunched, wiping his face as the Finnish players celebrate around him. You can see the way heâs blinking rapidly, how hard heâs trying to hold it together.
It doesnât work.
By the time heâs in the tunnel for postgame interviews, itâs like the weight of everything finally crashes over him. The cameras capture everything; his red-rimmed eyes, the way his lips tremble when he speaks, the way his voice wavers when he says, âI feel like I let everyone down.â
Your heart cracks wide open. You donât think. You just go.
You push through the lingering crowd, through the halls of the arena, heart racing. And thenâthere he is.
Jack is leaning against the wall, head bowed, gripping a water bottle so tightly his knuckles are white. His shoulders shake slightly, like heâs trying to get a grip, but heâs losing the battle.
You inhale sharply, willing yourself forward.
âJack.â
His head snaps up, eyes widening. And for a second, he just stares.
Like he doesnât believe youâre real.
âY/N?â His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.
You nod, stepping closer. But before you can say anything else, Jack clears his throat and quickly swipes at his face, straightening up like heâs trying to compose himself.
Then he blurts out, âHowâs Aidan?â
You freeze.
Jack lets out a broken laugh, looking down. âQuinn told me you had a boyfriend,â he mutters, forcing a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. âIâuh, Iâm happy for you. You deserve that.â
You swallow hard, your chest tightening. âJackââ
âI mean it,â he interrupts, still not looking at you. âI always wanted you to be happy.â
He sniffles, pressing his thumb and forefinger against his eyes. He looks exhausted. Worn down in a way youâve never seen before.
And suddenly, itâs too much.
The space between you. The months of silence. The fact that he still doesnât know the truth.
You move before you can stop yourself, closing the gap and wrapping your arms around him.
Jack stiffens, sucking in a sharp breath.
But thenâslowly, so slowlyâitâs like something inside him gives in.
His hands grip your back, his face pressing into your shoulder, and he melts.
You feel his shaky exhale against your neck. The way his fingers curl into the jersey youâre wearing with his name on the back, like heâs afraid if he lets go, youâll disappear.
And for the first time in a long time, you feel whole again.
âI donâtââ Jackâs voice cracks. âI donât know how to fix this.â
Your throat tightens. âThen donât. Just just let me be here.â
Jack exhales shakily, nodding against you. âOkay.â
Despite your reassurance, he still feels like heâs falling.
The weight of the loss, the pressure, the expectations, itâs all crashing over him, relentless and suffocating. But in the middle of it all, thereâs you.
And when you pull back slightly, just enough to look at him, he realizes youâre the only thing keeping him grounded.
Your hands stay on his face, thumbs brushing against his damp skin, and thereâs something in your expression, something soft and certain that makes his chest ache.
Then you move closer, tilting your head, and suddenly, suddenlyâyour lips press against his.
Jack stills.
Then, all at once, he melts into you.
His hands slide to your waist, gripping onto you like youâre the only thing keeping him standing. Your lips are soft, warm, familiar, but new at the same time, like something that was always supposed to happen but never did.
It feels like breathing again. Like finally getting it right.
But then, Jack realizes and he blinks, something clicking in his mind as he pulls back abruptly, still holding onto you but panting slightly.
âWait,â he says, voice hoarse. âAidan.â
You shake your head quickly. âWe broke up.â
His brows furrow. âWhat?â
You exhale, your hands sliding from his face to his wrists, squeezing lightly. âJack, I tried to move on. I tried so hard.â Your voice wavers. âBut it was never him. It was always you.â
Jackâs lips part slightly, his breath hitching.
Then, suddenly, he laughsâa broken, disbelieving sound before his face crumples, his eyes shining again.
And just like that, heâs crying.
He presses his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut as his grip on your waist tightens.
âYou have no idea how bad I wanted you to say that,â he whispers, his voice shaking.
You smile softly, brushing his hair back. âI think I do.â
Jack lets out a shaky exhale, his hands fisting the fabric of your jersey, like heâs terrified youâll disappear if he lets go. But you donât.
Because after everythingâafter the distance, the silence, the missed chancesâyouâre still here.
He sniffles, pulling you into another tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder.
âĽ
Later, when the chaos dies down and the arena empties, you end up in Jackâs car.
The heater hums softly, filling the silence, the city lights casting faint shadows across the dashboard.
Jack sits in the driverâs seat, head tilted against the headrest, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Youâre next to him, legs curled up on the seat, leaning against his shoulder.
Itâs quiet.
Not awkward. Not heavy. Just comfortable.
Jack sighs, nudging his cheek against your hair. âI still canât believe youâre here.â
You smile faintly, reaching for his hand. âMe neither.â
He squeezes your fingers, his grip warm and sure. âI thought I lost you.â
You shake your head, squeezing back. âYou never did.â
Jack exhales, his body relaxing against yours, and for the first time in a long time, hfeels whole again.
âĽ
The lake house feels the same the next summer.
The scent of pine and sunscreen still lingers in the air, the dock still creaks under your feet, and the water still glistens under the late afternoon sun. But this time, Jack is here. And this time, heâs yours.
He had turned freshly nineteen last month, but still was the same annoying boy you had known since you were seven.
You sit on the old wooden dock, legs stretched out, the warm breeze tangling your hair. Jack is lying beside you, one arm draped lazily over his forehead, his other hand resting on your knee, tracing absentminded patterns over your skin.
Itâs quiet, just the sound of the water lapping against the shore and the occasional laughter from inside the house, where Quinn and Luke are probably chirping each other over something stupid.
Jack sighs, turning his head to look at you. âI missed this.â
You smile, threading your fingers through his. âMe too.â
He studies you for a moment, his eyes soft, warm, completely yours. Then, without a word, he tugs you down so youâre lying next to him, your head resting on his chest.
âYou know,â he muses, fingers trailing up and down your back, âlast summer, I thought Iâd never get this back.â
You inhale slowly, letting his heartbeat ground you. âMe too.â
Jack tilts his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âBut we made it.â
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. âYeah,â you whisper, smiling. âWe did.â
He grins, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat, then flips you onto your back, hovering over you with that lookâthe one that reminds you heâs still the same Jack, the same boy who used to splash you in the lake, who used to steal your sâmores when you werenât looking, who used to be your best friend before he was everything.
âHey, lovebirds!â Lukeâs voice echoes from the house, and you both groan.
Jack turns his head, scowling. âLuke, I swearââ
Quinnâs voice cuts in. âLet them be, Luke. They suffered enough.â
You laugh as Jack rolls his eyes. âI hate that heâs right.â
You shake your head, pulling Jack back down. âJust kiss me already.â
He smirks. âGladly.â
And as his lips meet yours, the sun dips below the horizon and the lake glistens around you, making you realize everything is exactly the way itâs meant to be.
It isnât until Luke pretends to fake barf that Jack removes himself away from you, opting to chase down his little brother.
âBoys, am I right?â Quinn says, giving you a grin.
You wrap your arms around him, never feeling as whole as you did now.
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Hii! Could you please make Kirk Hammett getting mad with the reader because she's teasing him so much, and ended up fucking her until she crying of pleasure. Adding maybe hairpulling, spanking or rough oral, something like that. Thxxđđ
Warnings: smut, teasing, oral (m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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Kirk sat beside you at the table, across was James with his woman, all having pleasant conversation while Kirk desperately tried to ignore your hand moving up his thigh.
Youâve told him countless times that you werenât big on fancy dinners, the dressing up and the acting proper, it was all just annoying and too much. For the most part Kirk listened and understood, he liked treating you but if thatâs not treating you he wouldnât do it.
James didnât care because he didnât have to, and it wasnât a suggestion to Kirk so much as he called him earlier that morning and said âI got reservations, meet us thereâ and he hung up.
One fancy dinner wouldnât kill you, right?
No, of course not, but it might just kill him.
Your hand moved higher and higher until you were palming him through his dress pants and he was gripping his fork so tight his knuckles went white and he had to bite his lip so hard it bled a little.
Kirk did everything to keep quiet and the dinner normal, but the couple across from you knew what was happening. James was having his fun watching but his partner was more than happy to not say anything and just talk with Kirk and you, occasionally kicking James in the shin to silence his giggling.
Kirk was quiet the whole ride home, not even glancing in your direction. He didnât even open the door for you when you went to get in his car.
You stared out the window, arms crossed over your chest as you thought about the punishment youâd get for your little stunt when you got home.
He pushed your face into the pillow, arms having already given out from under you. With the way he was snapping his hips into yours your back was forced to arch, ass held in the air by his calloused hands, stinging and red.
âCouldnât just sit pretty for one fucking dinner? Not one?â He demanded, emphasizing his words with his thrusts. âFucking bitch.â He spat, smacking your ass again.
âMâsorry, mâso sorry.â You babbled between moans, clutching the sheets beneath you in a tight grip.
Kirk grabbed your hair in his fist and yanked you back. âYouâre not sorry, not even a little, are you?â You smiled at him and shook your head, tears streaming down your face and you snuggled softly.
He felt a little bad for treating you like this, but you loved it, he knew you did, so he let go and continued to ram into you.
Your moans were muffled by the pillow, Kirkâs cock was angled to perfectly hit inside you over and over. Your body was heating up, clenching around Kirk. He groaned lowly, hips losing their rhythm as he neared his own high.
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, kissing up your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there while a hand went to rub your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on him, his own cum spilling into you with a few guttural groans from him.
He let go of you and you face planted into the pillows, giggling softly while Kirk rolled onto his back. He pushed and poked at you until you looked at him. âYouâre not done.â He said, voice breathy.
You looked down and saw he was getting hard again. You smiled at him and shimmied down the bed to be level with his dick, wrapping your hand around the base and gingerly kissing the tip before bringing it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over his slit.
You wanted to tease him some more but that didnât pass with him this time. He grabbed you by your hair and forced you down on him, choking you and making you gag. He used your head as a fleshlight, groans filling the room and mixing with your strangled noises.
âYouâre so good to me, love, so fucking good.â He mused, arm under his head. Your jaw ached and drool slipped out the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. His eyes closed and a low groan left him as he came down your throat.
You pulled away and wiped your mouth, coughing while tears rolled down your cheeks.
Kirk sat up, cupping your face in his hands and thumbing away your tears. âOpen up.â He said, you stared at him blankly for a moment. âOpen your pretty mouth.
Your eyes widened, realizing what he was really requesting. You opened your mouth and let him see the cum still mixing with your saliva, never mind the mess you wiped on your arm.
He tsked, shaking his head. âNaughty girl, couldnât even do one simple thing?â
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Summary: Despite his general attitude, Jonathan does prove himself a good little pet where it counts.
Link to AO3 â Fic Masterlist â Ko-Fi
With your legs spread wide, the space between your knees was filled with Jonathan's glazed expression - the collar cinched around his throat pairing with the thick plug which filled his ass to send him deep into the submissive space which he so painfully craved when he decided to engage in one of your games.
The leather of the leash in your palm has long since been warmed between your fingers and you tug on the material with enough force to pull Jonathan's head forward an inch, snatching his attention back to your face as you click your tongue at him with disapproval.
"C'mon pup, don't get distracted now. If what I'm giving you isn't enough then I'll snatch that plug out and replace it with something twice as big."
The threat makes him visibly wince, the wide expanse of the plug currently stretching him out already having pushed him to his limits as you slowly fucked it in and out of him - pulling it free to its widest point as he moaned in discomfort before slamming it back to bury it as deeply as possible. A feat only made possible by the slick provided by his mouth as you forced him to lube it up with his own saliva prior to inserting it in his ass. As much as he bitched and whined, he loved it rough and you had to move carefully enough to ensure no real damage.
"No, sir." Jonathan grits out, his almost bratty refusal to willfully acknowledge his own submission making the words quiet and difficult to hear.
"Do you want something to keep you busy?" Clicking your tongue once more as you drink in the high flush of his cheeks, you tug him closer and give your command. "Eat."
With a sharp movement, he drops his head to your hole and immediately falls into his task with an enthusiasm that steals the breath from your lungs. Your knees widen until the muscles begin to protest, growing taut under the strain, so you angle your legs to allow your heels to dig into Jonathan's lower back - pushing and encouraging him as he eats you out like a starved man.
He laps at your hole like his mouth was built for it, his tongue alternating between licking slow lines along your slit and delving deep between your folds. You clit is engorged, hard as could be as practically begging for his attention as he spitefully neglects it, only slightly bumping it with the long bridge of his nose as he focuses elsewhere.
Time and direction have made him fantastic in his role and you reap the rewards of those lessons with a slew of open groans and muttered praises.
"Such a good pup." You croon between pants, free hand dropping to ruffle his hair and show your appreciation for his efforts. "Now, show me how good you are at sucking my cock."
He complies in an instant and electricity bolts up your spine as his chapped lips wrap around your engorged clit, sucking at the hardened bundle of nerves with a firm pulsing rhythm. It's too much and yet not enough at the same time and his mouth vibrates on your skin as he grunts in discomfort, a natural response to how harshly you were tugging at the wild strands of his russet hair.
But the discomfort only seems to drive him, forcing his mouth to work faster. To pull you closer and closer to the sweet oblivion that you could feel tightening across your gut and making your thighs tremble as his stubble sparked a heated friction against your hole.
Oh yes.
He really was such a good pup.
#ur honor i love him#transmasc reader btw#jonathan crane#scarecrow#jonathan crane x reader#scarecrow x reader#jonathan crane x you#scarecrow x you#jonathan crane smut#scarecrow smut
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Song Love Confession with GALE
I love this and I love you, I love this and I love you, I love this and I love you-
I'm not gonna lie. That poem took me ages. đ
Gale x f!Bard Reader
Time was not on his side. He knew this, and yet he couldn't quell the ache that bloomed when he thought of her. It was a flurry of excitement, ardor, and hope; hope so powerful it hurt. The words had come easily, like water cascading over his body in waves of release. But the melody was harder.
The song could not be joyful. He would not be around much longer to partake in its jubilance, and if she loved him - gods, if she loved him - he could not bear to part from her with some illusion of happiness cloaked in a veil of loss. The song could not be entirely somber, either, however. She had given him peace, contentment, belonging; after so long chasing them straight into oblivion. She gave freely. He was happier than he had been since he was a carefree child, grasping his very first threads of Weave.
He settled on quiet and gentle; fragile, just as he was. He had enough grand gestures planned for one evening. This one would be a simple song sheet displaying the music of his heart. He desperately hoped she would know its theme already and harmonize with him.
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Gale was nervous as he walked to the clearing. He knew his plan, he knew his intention, and he knew his heart. But there was no way to plan your response; there was no way of predicting you. It was part of what he loved about you. You were free of chains and unbound from rigidity. You, like your music, flowed from emotion to emotion; thought to thought. But on a night like tonight, it made his tension worsen. He had good reason to believe you felt the same way he did, but what if he were to be wrong? Would his first, last, only song go unheard by its very inspiration?
He had no more time to think as you approached, a soft smile on your lips and trepidation in your eyes. His heart raced. You looked so beautiful in the light of the aurora - as if you didn't always. He patted the space beside himself on the blanket and you obliged him, sitting down close enough so that he could feel your heat. It gave him courage. Gathering the Weave between his fingertips, he played the tune he had written as his voice carried gently into the night.
Isolation gripped an icy hand,
Across my now forsaken shoulder;
And creeping closer then, it spanned.
For each night, my flesh turned colder.
Lost amidst my grief and greatest shame,
I awaited the hour of my fate;
Succumbing to this darkest flame,
A ghost of me in this foul state.
But blinding light wielding care and hope
Streaked across the expanse of my sky.
It rested here within my scope,
And forbade me, therein, to die.
My chains, though still bound, no longer creak,
And my heart does not hide but speaks true.
Whilst my soul to yours is now weak,
You must know of my love for you.
As the music faded, his voice with it, he braved a glance in your direction and gasped softly. Tears streaked your face, and you sniffled into your hand. Panic rose in his chest; he had not meant to upset you. In fact, it was very the last thing he wanted. But before he had the chance to backtrack, you closed the distance between you and launched yourself into his arms.
He caught you, his thoughts screeching to a halt as he pulled you closer. "I love you too, Gale," you whispered into his neck, and his heart stuttered. His palm found the back of your head, and he tangled his fingers in your hair.
"Thank the gods."
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Tagging, Darlings: @knightofmight01 @micropoe10 @fanon-and-canon @just-a-refrigerator @senualothbrok @worfs-glorious-hair @nerissa-dekarios
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale bg3#bg3 gale#gale x reader#gale x tav#gale x f!reader#gale x f!tav#gale x you#Happy Valentine's Day
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Watch and listen to Kr trailer for the best Smilk voice experience. >>
Let's start with an easy question.
What do you think lies are?
So what do you think is the truth?
A world where lies become truth and truth becomes lies.
It's going to be confusing and beautiful.
Because it's your future
you choose yourself
What are you hesitant for? Are you afraid?
It's like running around like that and then breaking down,
feel helplessly afraid and frustrated.
Isn't that much more fun than sitting around?
No matter how much you run away, you are in the palm of my hand.
This is my torso.
You are all in my stomach.
Scream, scream, sream, scream in despair!!!!!!
> Another vers: Scream and suffer and despair to the fullest!!!!!!
In the end you will thank me!
I believe that you thought and chose for yourself.
>Another vers: Believing you thought, chose, fought for yourself...
I'm talkig about every moment of yours!!!!!!
Accept the truth you love so much
You follow my lead
I'm living the same way I've always lived.
So you'll end up being me.
Come into my world.
This work will be my greatest masterpiece.
You can look forward to it.
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Hehe. I'm sneaking an analysis in here too wait a minute please.
Analysis/Comparison with the En trailer.
How Smilk asks the questions really sets up for the next lines he's gonna say which is "lies become truth and truth becomes lies," because he's causing more confusion to the audience by asking more questions.
Ugh. They really removed "What are you hesitant for?" in favor of "Why the long face?" because it juts makes it more sillier than how they intend for Kr Smilk to sound more scarier.
Smilk describing his body parts is đŻđŻđŻ. It makes him feel in control that you are contained in his domain because you are basically surrounded by everything that's hinself.
The next lines after that is just him narrating how much he's gonna project unto PV.
"I've lived the same way I've always lived." Obvious lie. That's him coping with the fact that he wasn't the same back then when he was a Virtue, and pretending bad things never happened to him.
"Greatest masterpiece." is certainly more better than "Finest creation." because he's directing a play. He is bowing on a stage. How does the En make this shit so fucking stupid.
And I always love the Ep titles in Korean making sense, and not just "Spire of Deceit" or "Beacon of Truth." "Tower where shadows whisper" and "Path the light points to" are much more descriptive in of itself. Shadows is to lies, Light is to truth. Get lost in the darkness, or follow the path of the light in that darkness.
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hey y'all!! little story brought to you by @outsiders-gift-exchanges that I had an absolutely DELIGHTFUL time bein' a part of!! My giftee was @kaiskornerart 'n the prompt I went with was the Curtis brothers!! Hope y'all enjoy!! This was SO much fun!! fic under the cut!!
Darry wakes up with an ache in his chest. The kind he crawled into bed with every night with 'n woke up in the company of every mornin'. The kind he spent his days too busy to think about though it was always there. Just out of view. Which is to say, nothin' new.
The sun ain't up yet, street lamp light crawlin' under the curtains too short in the windows like Pony's jeans even uncuffed 'n low on his hips 'n God when did they stop growin'? If someone would send him a memo with the time 'n date he'd wait to go buy new clothes til then. Even Soda's hand-me-downs ended high around his ankles. 'N Pony was nothin' if not vain in that way kids always were 'n in firm denial of. It wasn't tuff for your jeans to not be long enough. 'N he wants to roll his eyes but he remembers bein' fourteen. It wasn't so long ago.
Darry sighs, rolls over to touch the picture of their parents on the end table, brushin' calloused fingers over their mama's cheek 'n across the strong plains of their father's face like he does every mornin'. He squeezes his eyes shut. Remembers the sound of their daddy's laugh, their mama hummin' to herself absently as she helps Soda pick out a new recipe, their-
A pan crashes to the counter 'n Darry's eyes snap back open. A pair of hushed giggles, smothered behind hands. Darry sighs, runs a finger along their parents' joined hands.
Glory, how did y'all do it?
He should get up 'n see what those boys were up to. He should. But no one cries 'n nothin' shatters so he gives himself just enough grace to pull his knees up to his chest, drop his forehead down.
He's got a naggin' feelin' he's forgettin' somethin'. A friday. Pony's got a track meetin' 'n Darry had ironed his uniform last night. Soda's got off tonight but only 'cause he's got a double tomorrow. Dallas' got a race tomorrow 'n he's down at the stables tonight. Steve 'n Johnny workin'. Two's at his mama's.
There's more rustlin' around in the kitchen 'n Darry sighs, twists to put his feet on the cold floor. His bedroom door whisper swishes open, big eyes blinkin' around the corner 'n Darry has to press his palms into his eyes 'n rub the sleep from 'em 'cause he swears for a second Pony is seven again, hair stickin' up in every direction 'n grin missin' his two front teeth. "Dar, you awake?"
"Yeah, kiddo. I'm up." When he sticks his head in 'n finds Darry already lookin' back, hair fallin' in his eyes 'n a plaintive raised brow he drops the charade of sneakin' 'n instead ducks in, pressin' back on Darry's shoulders to get him back in bed.
"No, you're not." Darry catches him by the wrists 'n Pony giggles. He stops, studies his kid brother. God, he couldn't remember the last time Pony giggled.
"Fine, I'm not." Darry easily grabs Pony around the waist 'n manhandles him up onto the bed. "But you aren't either." Pony shrieks, wiggles fruitlessly for another moment before Darry jabs him in the ribs 'n he hollers 'n presses against Darry's chest.
"Asshole." He huffs, but his voice is all slow 'n quiet 'n tired 'n Darry glances to the end table at the clock. Glory, it wasn't even six am yet.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, kid." Pony scoffs but curls up closer. His sweats, too big, trailin' down over his feet, were once Darry's, 'n his shirt one stolen from a supply closest at the DX, a tee that used to be part of the uniform. He makes a low noise, presses his ear to Darry's chest 'n Darry knows his listenin' for his heartbeat.
God, it felt like a hundred years ago their mama had taught Soda that. When he was real little. If you could listen to the steady bump bump bump then that meant everythin' was just fine. You didn't need to worry. Everyone was ok.
She'd taught it to Pony too. When he was younger 'n used to get those nightmares no one knew what to do with. You could always tell who he'd been dreamin' about by who woke up with Pony tangled against them, his head smashed to their chest.
Darry's forgettin' somethin'. Right down there next to the ache.
He turns, looks back over at their mama. She's smilin' a real smile in that picture. Her eyes bright 'n shinin', the dimple she would give both Pony 'n Soda etched into her cheeks. Their daddy's laughin'. Wide 'n sincere 'cause their Daddy was real 'n true 'n honest all the way down to his soul.
Pony shifts 'n Darry subconcously brings his arms up tighter around his kid brother. But he's not tryin' to wriggle away. Instead he just turns to see what Darry was lookin' at. He sighs when he sees the picture 'n for a moment, neither of them say anythin'.
"Hey, Dar?" Darry runs a hand absently over the scar on Pony's shoulder he got when he was nine, jumpin' off the swings 'cause he 'n Soda had convinced him he could fly.
"Hmm, Pone?"
"Do you know... when they took that picture?" Darry picks it up, brushes his fingers against the frame, hands it to Pony.
"Had to be sometime after they were married. But not long." The way they're holdin' each other 'n grinnin' they looked like newlyweds. But they never stopped lookin' at each other like that. They had the realest kinda love any of them had ever seen. The kind that made you hope you could one day find someone like that. That looked at you like you hung the stars.
Their Mama was bundled up, that big fur jacket their Daddy had bought for her as a weddin' gift that still hung in the closet. Their Daddy wrapped around her like if she was warm it was enough for the both of them.
"They were married in January, remember?" Pony frowns for a moment, touches the picture in a way that gives Darry deja vu, nods.
That forgettin' nags at him. Presses right up beside him.
"So I figure it was around the same time. Maybe a month or two later." He gently eases the frame from Pony's hands, pops the back off with tender, slow movements.
Their Daddy's handwritin' is scrawled on the back 'n it twists in Darry's chest.
Feb 14, 1948 Valentine's xxx
Oh God. Friday, February, the fourteenth. Jesus. He'd forgotten.
The door to the bedroom bangs open 'n Soda tetters wildly back 'n forth, tryin' vainly to balance a makeshift tray. The smell of pancakes wafts in, a bowl flipped over 'n coverin' them, three glasses of orange juice slide from one end to the other, a fork breaks free 'n bounces to the ground.
Pony dives off the bed, grabs Soda by the elbow 'n quickly begins unloadin' food 'n silverware 'n cups. "Glory, Soda! Good thing you were never a waiter!"
Pony rolls his eyes, elbows Soda for room 'n crowds up beside him. "Stick to the entertainment staff, Soda."
Soda grins, drops the tray down to the bed 'n clambors up. "Pony, you wound me! I would have done damn good in a restaurant."
'N then they're both wrestlin', fallin' to the floor 'n howlin', a mess of elbows, 'n too big t-shirts, 'n flour stained hands.
'N Darry wants to grin. He wants to laugh 'n holler at them that is was too early to be actin' a fool 'n not mean it at all but he can't. 'Cause he forgot.
He forgot that they would always get up early with their Daddy on Valentine's Day to make their mama breakfast in bed 'n he would help hold the bowl steady with Pony so he could make the pancakes into lil' hearts. He forgot to help Soda find the food colorin' so they could make them blue 'cause that was their mama's favorite. He forgot to pick a flower from the garden 'n to hush shush them all so they could sneak down to their parent's room where their mama would always be pretendin' to still be asleep like they hadn't made enough racket to wake the dead.
He'd forgot.
"Dar?"
But Soda 'n Pony hadn't.
"Darry? What is it?" They're both on their knees, chins restin' on hands at the edge of the bed 'n God they look two feet tall. When had they gotten so big? When had they all grown up so much?
The hot press of tears is against the back of Darry's throat 'n Soda 'n Pony exchange a wide-eyed glance.
"C'mon, Dar. Tell us." Soda climbs up, slots himself against Darry's side, drops his mess of blonde waves down to Darry's shoulder. Pony's right behind him, blinkin' at Darry with those wide, storm-green eyes he hates so much.
He scrubs his palms over his eyes, drops a hand to each of his kid brother's shoulders 'n pulls them against his chest. Over Soda's shoulder, he can see the tray still sittin' hodge-podge on the tangled-up covers. The bowls' been knocked off the pile of pancakes 'n Darry chuckles, low 'n keenin'.
They're heart-shaped. 'N blue. His favorite. 'N his mama's. 'N the picture rests near his knee. His Daddy grinnin' up at him.
"Nothin's wrong, hon. I just love you both is all." More than you'll ever know.
#AGH#man i sure love these boys#more than anythin man#its not often i write for them outside of the rest of the gang#but MAN#brothers of all time#no kiddin#they make me ILL#AGH!!#i hope my giftee likes it!!#hope yall do too!!#a little bit of darry angst to get you through the holiday#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#the curtis brothers#the outsiders 1983#my writing#writers on tumblr#the outsiders 2025 valentines day exchange
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Big fan of the idea that the cuffs that Silver wears are inhibitors/regulators similar to Shadow's. Amy too.
Theyre acting like devices that help tame the chaos energy/redirect it in a way that ensures that the wearer isn't going to tear themselves to shreds. Like little batteries/reserves that keep the wearer from using all that energy all at once!
#sonic disability headcanons#limiters/inhibitors controlling chaos energy in the same way as the master emerald does. albeit in a much smaller way#the way silvers cuffs expand/light up when hes using his powers could be them taking on excess energy! acting as a tiny reserve#so that hes not directing too much to his palms#amys being a bit more like shadows where they are inhibiting or soaking up chaos energy like a sponge. shed tear up her muscles otherwise#itd be cool if rings acted like chaos energy batteries! it would explain why theyd help u not eat shit when you take a hit#and why they disappear after dropping. you used that charge/opened it up and the chaos energy is leaking till theres nothing there#it would also fit a bit with how Sonic X uses them too!#text#silver#amy#shadow#knuckles gets help from the master emerald so he doesnt need them#rambles
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Tag drop: Aventurine.
#[ aventurine. ] mr. cavalier gambler: uptight. overcautious. inferiority complex. you've won so much but you're still so afraid of losing.#[ aventurine: ic. ] they see only the straight flush. they don't know the other hand below the table clutching your chips for dear life.#[ aventurine: inquiries. ] time to make a move my friend. say goodbye before you shuffle off. it's⌠best to die without regrets.#[ aventurine: countenance. ] now go. and pick the clothes that you like. then choose your desired identity and use them well.#[ aventurine: introspection. ] âsleep is the rehearsal of deathâ? why does life slumber? because we are not ready for the final rest.#[ aventurine: meta. ] the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. but you've never gone in any other direction.#[ aventurine: etc. ] the chance⌠no matter how small: the potential is what you hang onto. that is what justifies the gamble.#[ aventurine: ipc. ] ⌠i'll give you that and much more than that. the ipc will give you whatever you want. even what you don't want.#[ aventurine: trio. ] three cornerstones who for a measly penacony... offered their everything. you're more united than the family.#[ aventurine: astral express. ] friends: the game has commenced and you cannot choose to decline⌠nor do you have grounds to.#[ aventurine: fate. ] if the dice of fate are always weighted then that is our destiny. why then... do we struggle against it?#[ aventurine: past. ] our paths will cross again beneath kakava's shimmering auroras. farewell: kakavasha.#[ aventurine: luck. ] he's only drunk on the moment that makes his very life quiver. hell is only one decision away from heaven.#[ aventurine: topaz. ] since i survived i realized: wherever you go that's where i'll follow; nobody's promised tomorrow. [ immobiliter. ]#[ aventurine: topaz. ] i never expected the beautiful and kind-hearted director topaz to resort to distorting concepts like that.#[ aventurine: jade. ] it's often used as a counterfeit for jade. but it looks like jade⌠can be substituted for aventurine too.#[ aventurine: veritas ratio. ] unfortunately for him; i make for a more competent conversationalist than the other dimwits around here.#[ aventurine: black swan. ] nothing remains hidden from you⌠does it? i will find my place in the web of your schemes; memokeeper.#[ aventurine: sunday. ] is this what the harmony represents? is it built upon constraint and coercion?#[ aventurine: acheron. ] only by casting aside reason does one truly gamble. âemanatorâ â I know you'll match my wager.#[ aventurine: v. youth. ] but the sun could not kill me and the quicksand sent me back to the embrace of the guild and the ipc.#[ aventurine: v. penacony. ] i seem that way because i am nervous. maybe you can help. what do you say; put our palms together a last time?#[ aventurine: v. future. ] the once falling die has at last landed on its earthly rest. quietly⌠peacefully: it at last landed.#tag drop#[ aventurine: robin. ] you see people. / i see you. [ avaere. ]
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đđ B- BIRTHING HIPS ?!
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â sum. no one expects the pretty sweet wife ( you ) to have such good birthing hips! not even him. gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, geto.
wc. 5.9k
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationships, ex-husband! toji, semi-public (nanami), brÄeding, riding him âtill he breaks, cowgirl + reverse, cÄrvix kissing, reader with the STAMINAAA, (1x) usage of "mistress", squÄŤrting, ass worship, spÄŤt, shotgunning (toji), size kinks.
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SATORU â
GOJO.
âh- hah, ooh sweets,â satoru would swallow thickly, every sticky digit on his fingerprints tightly gripping into the bare soft flesh of your fidgeting ass.
you swerved in seductive circles, maintaining direct eye contact while heâs stuffed inch after fat inch inside of you.
as hurried, shallow pants leave his glossed lips, satoru gives your ass a playful little spank, encouraging your tempo to accelerate with quicker hits against his lap.
âwhen you said you.. had a birthday present for me i-â and his voice sheepishly lowers, feeling an incoming moan travel its way up his parched throat at you suddenly surprising his face with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses. âi didnât think yâmeant your ah- hips..â
âyou complaining, âtoru?â youâd cheekily hum, combing a few fingers through his perfect hair. your ears instinctively perked at the cute, small sound of satoruâs mewl just from you running a few digits down his overly tender scalp.
your cunt was just sooo unfair-
it swallowed each inch, feeling your gripping walls wring him tight like a vice every single time..
you even spot sparkly tears glossing on his glittery lashes from the immense, raw pleasure.
ân- no! no, âm never complaining, promise,â heâd speak in a rush, melting right as your lips sneak a wet kiss against his mouth. a string of saliva cowardly runs away from both pairs of shimmery lips before you feel him shiver underneath you.
you were perfect- and satoru was the one who thought he had the most stamina. in reality, though, it was you. the two of you ended up losing track of timeâand itâs probably been hours upon hours of you riding your husband into straight blissful oblivion.
youâre so up close that you had a clear view of him, drinking up his pretty, vocal moans as you attack his lips once again with a three-second kiss. âa- ah, i justââ he stammers, pawing sweaty palms at your ass.
you were just so ruthless- your rear, your hips, your fuckinâ knees⌠you just knew no bounds..
you rolled your waist in a way where it gave him a plethora of shivers. you moan, feeling the prints of his sticky fingertips dig into your skin as his tip thrashes its way around your cunt. âi.. i forgot- forgot- what i was gonna,â heâd whine, whitish brows curling into an arch. âmy god-â he hiccups.
just as your hips dip inward, proudly taking in every fat inch inside of you deeply, he knew that this was it.
satoru was seeing whiteânot only seeing white, but he was shooting it too.
creamy gooey wads that drizzled inside of your cunt, filling you to the very brim with his lustrous knot. his cum pours inside of you oh-so sloppily and you gasp as your jittery legs forcibly cling onto his thighs like paste.
sharp pounds of skin were rough - barbarically slamming against each other at full speed even while he was still cumming.
with the sole help of your hips, youâd turn the strongest into the whiniest..
heâs whining once he continues to spray such thin ribbons inside of you, filling your cunt to capacity with seed as his right thigh grows limp.
satoruâs flushed- and his jaw was cutely dropped with his eyes bulging wide out of their sockets. it was as if your ass moved in slow motionâyou were still riding him but the temp was much, much slower..
his long limbs slowly spread themselves apart as you straddled over him, staring intently into his eyes with an impish smile. satoruâs panting just as much as you. you peer at how his snowy-white hairâs all ruffled - nearly matted as he awkwardly runs a hand through.
âaw,â youâd press another kiss against his twitching mouth, feeling his naturally glossed lips tremor beneath yours. it was so, so much- and your cunt stored every velvety drop. satoru felt your ass greedily rounding itself back onto his leaking cock as you planted your palms on his chest.
his heart-
itâs racing, and he could barely even look you in the eye. satoru was embarrassed, but he didnât want you to stop. not now - not ever.
you knew that for a fact because a small pout started to crease against his thin pink lips once, he felt your hips coming to a devastatingly slow. âwhyâs the pout, birthday boy? still not satisfied?â
âh.. how can i not be with those unfair hips,â satoru moans, taking pauses for each gulping breath as if was going to be his last.
strong, brawny arms wrap around your waist before he pulls you close, feeling a bubbly white ring coat its way around his thick base. satoru grunts at your hips coming to their final concluding stop, and he smacks a hand against your ass.
he looks down between the white mess that paints between thighs, moaning at the sight of your stuffed cunt before sighing deeply. âmhm- so perfect. h- happy fuckinâ birthday to me.â
as you writhe around his cock thatâs still languidly emitting out such thick ropes from the gummed inside, you pepper his face with kisses. satoru moans at your touch as his hands reel your hips back into him.
âyâknow, for the strongest, you really gotta work on your stamina,â you tease, watching that same pout gloss against his lips. satoruâs groaned silently as he pumped you full of chalky amounts that forevermore continued to ooze down the sides of your legs. you hovered over him, brushing a soft thumb over his cheek before leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear. âhow âbout we do every round for every year you turned, including today?â
âheh- sweets,â satoru tilts his head, doing the quick math in his head for about a millisecond before he pulls you into his beefy chest. a scarred hand guides a warm path down your arched back as he inhales your scentâhuskily grunting into your neck before chuckling. âthen weâd be goinâ for like.. thirty-four rounds.â
âexactly,â you coo, and satoru ogles as you remove his blindfold that lazily hung just above his eyes. bawling it into your first - you put it into his mouth and he lets off a muffled groan. satoru falls back against the satin-covered pillows of the bed with the flesh of your bare ass still in his hand before he blinks thrice.
oh.. you looked so pretty..
towering over him like this when itâs usually the other way around.
satoru leans into your touch once you tenderly cup his face, winding up your bucking hips by introducing that beloved teeth-shattering thrust that never failed to drive him crazy.
ângh- lie back,â and satoru starts to moan continuously with his blindfold clogging his throat before you start to ferociously slam your hips onto his lap. âletâs s.. start from the beginning though, round one, birthday boy.â
TOJI â
FUSHIGURO.
bleary-eyed and hazed, toji groans, staring at how perfectly your ass effortlessly tossed itself back against him..
in the background of the dimly lit room with a few exceptions of lit candles, some old western movie played in the ambience. he couldnât keep his attention on the vintage film anyway, not when you were riding him so so good.
âfuckinâ shit, babygirl,â heâd lean back, hooking a beefy arm around your waist. as you lean in close, your soft right cheek tickles against his prickly growing stubble. a stubby rolled blunt sticks out between his teeth as grassy eyes his continued to droop from his erotic high.
your hips were insane - and every gruesome swerve of your ass gives him whiplash. âremember when youâŚhah- used âta ride me like this on our honeymoon? heh, donât tell me yâer still in love.â
âmmng- shut up, toji,â youâd moan, clawing a hand at his dingy white tank. toji feels your eyes lingering on him and you can visibly see that haughty smirk wickedly trying to carve its way against his crooked lips.
oh, how you loathed him.
you told yourself it was supposed to be the last time, but the last time always turns into one more, then two more, then three..
but that of course never happened.
the abnormally thick tension between you both forever grew. as you leaned against his hairy chest that was protected with the thin fabric of his tank top, you took the blunt from his lips before faintly inhaling the pungent smell.
âjust shut up,â youâd whisper against the shell of his ear. toji grunts once the ruddy crown of his cock sloppily rams its way deeper further. your hands meet his chest and toji drops back, staring at you with a raised brow as you pin his beefy arms over his head. your hips continued to be robust, creating such vigorous thrusts that it made him clench his teeth in longing desire. ânâ let me ride you.â
âyâŚyes, maâam,â toji breathes, his voice shifting more raspy from each direct hit of your deliciously springy hips. your cunt was just so precise, and his swollen tip repeatedly mashed its way thoroughly into your pulsating g-spot. it uses that pretty spotâimagining itâs a target and he hits it perfectly, bullseye every time.
the lightning-shaped veins ran through his bare arms as you held them over his head, dragging your bouncy ass back ân forth until he groans.
it was just something about your body that hypnotized him. your hips practically rolled into toji, moaning against his lips until hot smoke poured between the pried open cracks of his lips.
it lands against your tongueâand itâs flavorless, but you playfully lick the corner of his lip, feeling him shiver underneath you. âgoddd- those fuckinâ hips. work âem, girl, fuuuck . . me.â
the way your pussy was just so sloppy too. the mere definition of wet. your slick clings against tojiâs hefty sack like there was no tomorrow.
you had a watery grip that always made toji loll his eyes in lewd elation. the bed was almost louder than the combined moans of you both, and it even seemed like its constant groans and yelps were trying to compete.
ânot so cocky now when youâre close, hm?â youâd airily whisper, feeling tojiâs arm trying to flop itself back down. you grab his wrist, hearing the cute stubborn smack of his lips at your abrupt hold. âahhh- touch, but no looking, baby.â
âbratty girl,â toji cocks his head, the lump in his throat nearly having him gasp for air. your hips were simply not fair - and pretty soon, he was coming close. your cuntâs wetly swallowing the entirety of his stout cock, twirling around his lap before viciously slamming down on his cock repeatedly.
your sweet, harmonic-like moans were pitchy and loud, but between your legsâyou were far far louder. you swerved in erratic arcs, and each squelch that left from your pussy sounded wetter every time. you watched how tojiâs defined abs bleed through his tank. âfine then. make me fuckinâ cum - câmooon,â and he sharply brings a hand toward your ass. âmake yâer lovinâ doting husband proud, yea?â
âand you call me the brat,â youâd grumble, leaning back in to swap the rest of the puffed smoke that lingered in his mouth. toji snickers, feeling your ass than its way in each ân every direction. your rhythm was just⌠perfect!
youâre moving in circles, youâre moving forward, hell, you even toss your ass backward just to watch his leafy eyes roll to the backs of their sockets. your cuntâs just profusely dripping wet, and he could feel you soaking from the inside at each sloppy bounce of your berserk hips.
tojiâs trying to keep up his cocky façade, but with your unpredictable movementsâhe was screwed. âheh- atta girl, thatâs my girl. âm all yours ân yâknow know it,â he grunts, bruising your cervix repeatedly with smooch after smooch with the help of his plump tip. tojiâs got your hips firmly by the palms, bouncing you harder on his hardened cock to make you babble out his name like it was its own sort of chant.
âtoji toji toji!â was all you could whine out with your head empty and dumbed down from putting your hips to work.
âmhm- even if divorced, this pretty pussy always knows who it belongs tâ fuck!â
mid-sentence, toji ends up cumming at that beautiful sharp smack of your ass that makes him nearly choke on a hoarse grunt. his grip against the fat of your ass loosens and his cockâs growing weak and soft, trying to retreat itself out of your pussy. itâs thin, slimy ropes that end up tangling with your treacly juices create a lewd cobweb that glues against both fleshy mounds. âmhm, soo fuckinâ good, toji,â youâd moan, slowing the rocking of your unsteady hips as he finally succumbs to his high.
the movie still quietly plays in the background, and you lean inâsnatching the blunt out of his lips before kissing him. the taste of earthy, spiced smoke lands on your tongue once he returns the sloppy gesture, groaning into your mouth as heâs dumping load after hot load into you. âmmph-,â toji shivers, feeling your arms run down his beefy biceps, feeling all over his ripped body.
you couldnât lie- you kind of missed him. kind of..
your hips still buckled and the friction makes him hiss against your teeth. âgoddamn, i canât.. feel my legs, baby girl,â he grumbles, tilting his head back slightly once your hips dip forward. âcanât stop . . cumminâ fuck-â
âseems like we gotta work on that stamina, old man,â youâd sneer, wriggling your ass once the last final spurts of cum fill inside of you. tojiâs eyes then suddenly narrow at you, and you grin before he sits up. âwhat?â
âold man?â he repeats.
âyeah, old m-â
and itâs almost comical how you were literally straddling his lapâand now, youâre laid flat on your back with your knees rudely shoved up to the top of your chest. thereâs a carnal look in tojiâs eyes, and you gulp once you glance down at his feverishly hot cockhead thatâs weeping with pearly droplets of dried cum.
âyeah, okay,â he grouses, earning a sweet moan from you once his tip harshly smacks against your tender opening.
toji spits on his palm before spanking your pussy, feeling you writhe in anticipation before he pulls your legs further back. his body hovers over you before he sticks his slick-covered fingers in his mouth for just a second to get a tasteâaligning his fat tip before snickering at how eager you were to open up for him again already.
âletâs see just how quickly this âold manâ can break his pretty wifeâs pussy then, hmm? just like old times, baby.â
NANAMI â
KENTO.
if it was anything nanami kento despised more than constantly working day ân night at the office on constant repeat, drowning in piles of paperwork and getting his ear talked off by calls was leaving his pretty horny wife unsatisfied.
âsweetheart-â nanami timidly groans, slouching back against his rickety office chair. you were just nasty with your hips, slapping your ass against his cock thatâs repeatedly reaching deep deep deep angles with little to zero effort.
it makes nanami pull on his checkered tie thatâs a tad bit loose, tapping his heel against the wooden-cold floor. â âm stillâŚon the job,â and his voice pitches huskier from each languid stroke. your gaping cunt was hungrily sucking him in, flawlessly bruising your cervix with a multitude of french kisses. âbut actually, this is . . better than staring at a computer screen all day.â
âyeaah?â you whisper, sneaking your spit-glossed lips near his chin. your body was straight-up sensual. nanami couldnât keep up with the constant bouncy reel of your hips and the way you grind so lovingly against him.
the buckles of nanamiâs belt clang as you rut against his lap, rubbing against the slim fabric of his pulled-down slacks.
as the office chair turned and swiveled, so did your hips. every few seconds, nanami would peek through blurred peripherals and hope no one would walk by his secluded cubicle.
âso paranoid, baby. hey, look at me, hey-â and as your hands crawl their way toward nanamiâs chiseled cheeks, fawn eyes lock against yours within an instant. heâs sweating bullets, and you moan at the feeling of his cold watch band ghosting down your skin. âmhm, good. eyes up here, all on me. eyes on your poor wife who hasnât been touched alllll day.â
âhah- more like.. you touch yourself by video calling me while showinâ off the toys i buy you,â nanami sighs, preventing himself from eye-rolling at the cunning grin thatâs trying to compress against your lips. he was right though, whenever nanami was at work and you were at homeâyouâd call him, sometimes video call.
sliding your hands down your body⌠touching yourself while wearing his work clothes⌠purposely making a bit of a mess on his side of the bed too.
âcanât help it when my husband looks like you,â you whisper, leaning further forward so that your tummyâs pressed up against his tailored button-up. his cologne was always loud, he was wearing one of your favorites too.
it always smelled like a mixture of dirty cinnamon and rich, seductive chocolate. nanami quietly grunts, low eyes peering at his bright computer screen that had dozens of tabs open.
so overworked..
but he couldnât lieâyour hips always knew how to relieve his stress, make him forget all about his important tasks and documents he had to go over. your cuntâs just so greedy though.
every pump of his cock hastily drives through you at high speed, hips steadily forming such rough collisions with each crashing thrust. with the way you were riding him, he started to have thoughts of getting you pregnant. âf- fuuck.â heâd groan, sexily tilting his head to the left once your lips made their way onto his skin. youâre soft- creating a trail of invisible kisses as you rode him so good that he didnât even notice his phone was suddenly ringing.
brrrriiiiiiinnng!
itâs the office phoneâand itâs the same, high-pitched ringtone like always that was merely akin to nails on a chalkboard. âmmh- important phone call, âken. must be important,â youâd teasingly moan, bringing your rocky hips to a brief pause. nanami groans in annoyance at the interruption, stretching his split knuckles one by one. with a lively hum, you playfully pout. â âs okay, i can alwaysâŚwait-â
âno- no,â nanami grumbles, soft brown eyes nearly rolling back due to the thick gaping stretch of his cock mending your insides with such ease. he pulls you into him, giving your ass a needy squeeze. lowly whispering into your ear, nanami sighs before answering the phone. âbe a . . good girl ân keep those hips movinâ sweetheart. iâll be quick.â
âyes, sir.â youâd play along, feeling his dick twitch between your saturated foldsâand oh, you knew that made him hard. secretly, you knew nanami always did have a sir kink.
your ass slammed into nanamiâs lap violently, and heâs feeling himself grow weaker and weaker the more your weight presses on top of him. ânanami, speaking,â heâd gruffly answer, trying to conceal his pantingly deep breaths.
you couldnât really hear much except gibberish, but you started to get louder the more his mushroomy tip vertically drags its way down your sopping cunt. âmmph!â after âmmph!â would come out of youâand you were so vocal that he had to put a palm over your mouth.
nanami deadpans, clearly knowing what you were up to. âuh.. uh huh, i see,â he continues, groaning once his cock slides its way near your clit, tapping near your slick entrance before sloppily âpopping!â itself back out.
you bring a hand toward his veiny cock, slipping it back in before you then realizeâyouâre drooling all over his palm. ânasty.. girl,â he whispers under his breath, forgetting that he had someone on the other line.
the colleague on the other line said something along the lines of âwhat theâŚâ and nanami quickly backtracked. âahem- i mean, yes. that sounds good. i should be free⌠monday.â
with the conversation coming to a close after a few overly prolonged seconds, nanami ends up cumming mid-conversation. the phone ends up dropping against his desk, and nanami groans, wrapping his arms around you while spewing out hot masses of cum.
âfuck- fuck sweetheart, oh, m- my,â heâd stammer, blond brows twisting together at the feelings of elation. itâs fiery hot - seeping deeply into your core so much that it even dribbles down your thigh. your cuntâs all puffy â prettily glistening with remnants of bubbly cum tearing from your folds before you kiss him. nanami moans against your wet, quivering lips as clashing teeth battle with each other.
as your grinding hips earn out a soft moan from him, he swallows your whines, tucking you underneath a sleeved arm before spanking your ass. âgod, m- might have to propose to you again. âm still cumminâ.â
and as youâre still straddling him with both sweaty bodies smushed against each other, your ear twitches at the quiet mumbling sounds of the phone that were never hung up.
âmr. nanami, what⌠on earth⌠did i just listen to.â
SUKUNA â
RYĹMEN.
sukuna gravelly groans, huffing out low âfuckâ âs and âughâ âs after each spongy bounce of your ass.
the wholly cruel stretch of his cock buries itself deep within you making him click his tongue. sukuna was always a perfect fit â sometimes it took a bit of stretching, but he always knew he was around and inside. his cock knew each and every route, studying every slippery orifice and corner of your gummy, squeezing walls.
sinister, red eyes trail down your bouncing frame before he snickers at the cute taunting thrusts of your hips. âsome . . nerve, woman,â he huffs, his lungs failing to keep up with your barbaric stamina. a sleazy grin tries to tug against both corners of his lips as he firmly grips your ass, spanking you again to encourage you to go faster. ângh, ridinâ me while wearinâ my kimono? must hah- have some kinda death wish.â
the fabric wears your entire body loosely, and sukuna canât help but gawk as you jerk your hips at such a sloppy tempo.
your pussyâs overwhelmed with all the fat inches of sukunaâs cock that mercilessly bullies its way into you. like always - he knew the exact layout of your pussy, and you moan once he presses a hand on your tummy.
âactuallyyy, they look better on me,â you quietly mumble, licking a stripe up his neck. sukuna inhales a sharp breath, scarlet eyes knocking further to the very back of his tilted skull. he was always a fool for your touch. âdonât you agree?â
âsuch a smart mouth,â sukuna grabs your entire chin, steadying your hips with another. out of the many enemies heâs facedâyour hips were the far brutalist heâs ever been up against.
you didnât know when to quit.
you moan at the soft pricks of his honed claws nipping at your skin, hearing the loud, pitchy sounds of both sharp rutting hips clashing in sync.
sukuna canât help but stareâstare at you, at your body, and especially at the way you continuously threw your ass in circles, circles galore.
âthink my wifeâs gettinâ a âlil too spoiled,â he growly murmurs, tracing the claw of his thumb over your lip. your cuntâs never felt so full - his tip was just as mean as he was. it drags its way through a lewd pattern, caressing through every part of your gummy walls before seeing your eyes bulge to the size of saucers. âaw, look at that face. âs too big for you again, like always, hm?â
âs- shut up, âkuna.â you moan, pushing him back against the wobbly throne that sounded like it was about to snap into two within seconds. with a stubborn âhmmph!â he lands on his back, eyeing you with a quirked pink brow.
with your knees bent to a certain degree, you started to guide your hipsby rocking it back against his lap. you knew how to swerve and grind. making the curse groan continuously from each slap of your hips, he spanks your ass while scoffing angrily under his breath.
sukuna didnât have a weakness - besides you.
you had a type of arch that was killer.
all sukuna did was lie back while he watched you work. your ass bounced and bounced as skin against skin relentlessly ricochets onto each other. he didnât even realize how his jaw was tightening. your grip was enticingâyour cunt was slick as ever, drowning the entire shaft of his thick cock with your dripping sap. âg- goddamn, woman,â sukuna groans, his voice softening a bit.
who knew something as such as hips was enough to put the sukuna ryomen in check?
the penetration ended up turning sloppy within each ân every round that progressed, and sukunaâs tip was practically making love with your sensitive g-spot.
the stimulation had you moaning into his neck before you gasped, feeling him grab your hips. sukuna glances at you, feeling your sturdy hips nearly slowing down before he tauntingly tsks his tongue at you. âhah- donât slow down now. you wanted âta fuck me, so fuck me with those pathetic- hah, hips, girl.â
heâs just so big - you couldnât help but whine out repeated inaudible whimpers. his custom made kimono loosely flows over your body as you continue to move with the constant creaks of his throne groaning from each bounce of weight. âf- fuck, âkuna,â a gargled moan bubbles out of your throat as you press a sloppy kiss against his lips.
sukunaâs jaw easily goes slack, and the rough slams of your ass left him spacing out in no time. your cuntâs so powerful that he gets transformed into another dimension for a split second. milliseconds pass and the demon sees nothing but pure white, and thatâs when he cums.
sukuna lets out a gruff battle-crying groan once he releasesâpouring such a gluey batch of cum into your cunt. itâs hot - messily oozing its way into you, a few spurts dribbling down his fat base thatâs a blushing pink. a gravelly grunt leaves from sukuna as he grips your ass, making your hips circle their way slower against his pelvis.
âugh- the audacity of this w- worthless pussy,â he stutters, shakily chewing on every word from the elated pleasure that comes from his finish. sukunaâs crimson eyes roll, and he bares his fangs deep into your neck as his creamy knot deepens inside of you. âfuck.â
âoh, donât tell me youâre gettinâ tired already, mâlord,â youâd tease, saying that title, knowing how heâd always get hard whenever you addressed him in formal manners. sukunaâs faintly trembling underneath you, and he hisses at the sticky sight of his own cum that starts to paste against the undersides of your nearly numb thighs. eagerly, you buck your hips into him again, watching his eyes carnally widen. âone more round, âkunaâyeah?â
with a quirked pink brow and lowly hooded eyes, heâs panting heavily. sukunaâs cock twitched inside of you, practically creating a bulge just from how ridiculously thick he was before he sighs.
ây- yeah, one more.â
âone more what?â
sukuna shoots you a glare but it soon falters once your ruthless rocking starts up again.
youâre rough, burying your knees into his thighs as your ass smacks against his cock - making him groan out a needy whine.
âfuck- one more round.. mistress.â
CHOSO â
KAMO.
every time you rode choso, he canât help but fall in love with you - again.
it was just something about your hips. something about the way you moved, the way you stared deeply into his eyes, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. your voice alone was enough to make him finish, pumping you full of viscid wads that swam their way right into your warm, welcoming womb.
âs- so fuckinâ hot,â heâd whine out, studying each hop of your hips with bleary half-open eyes. if you squinted just enough, youâd spot how his pupils were gradually turning heart-shaped. you sensuously rolled your hips in a way where choso was at a loss for words.
âmmh- baby,â heâd groan, feeling your thighs lift before slamming straight back down. your cunt sloppily clamped down on his cock tightly, wringing choso dry and milking him for all that he was worth. âdonât- donât stop, please- donât stop, fuuuuck.â
flimsily, you threw your arms around over his shoulders that were so tense-slacked.
as youâre right next to his face, chosoâs frantically pantingâpuffs of air leaving from his parted lips with greasy black strands sticking to his forehead. chosoâs just glossed with sweat, and his hands start to slowly creep their way to the bottoms of your plush thighs. âtouch me more, âcho,â youâd moan, grinding yourself against him in circular motions.
chosoâs cock was hard - so so hard. you felt it, and itâs as if time stood still when it happened.
the blushing crown of his shaft securely squeezes its way through your pinching walls, introducing itself to your convulsing g-spot.
âchosooo, chosâoh!â youâd shriek, your thighs immediately collapsing against his. the stimulation of his crowned head smearing around the spongy texture makes you short-circuit for a moment.
you probably looked cartoonish. nothing but white painted the insides of your rolled eyes with your jaw goofily dangling open, furrowing brows curling up in such bawdy pleasure..
âa.. are you okay? does it hurt?â choso stammers, awkwardly cupping your face with big, roughly textured palms. your cheek falls into his hand as you smile, bringing a kiss toward the tip of his nose while leaning into his gentle touch.
âbaby, âm fine,â you reassure him, watching chosoâs shoulders sag. chosoâs hands snag at your ass as his head falls back. the adamâs apple that bobs in his throat never stops bobbing, and he throatily groans once he starts to feel your wobbly hips pick up again.
âo..ooh! keep hittinâ there- yeah, right there,â and choso sucks his teeth as he not only hears but feels your pussy slickly slide on his cock. ravened eyes of his eventually flicker down at your neglected, bouncing chest and choso cutely sighs.
humming, you hold his chin while rubbing the pad of your thumb over his sheeny pouted lips. âgo ahead, choso. feel âem.â
heâs touched you probably dozens of times. the two of you were married, and yet he was always hesitant, waiting for your approval. right when you gave it though, choso couldnât contain himself anymore.
you gasped once choso quickly sank his face in between your chest, cupping his mouth around one of your bare nipples. âmmp-â heâd let off a muffled moan against your skin, the muscles in his face relaxing as he felt you patting his head.
you were still riding him, strenuously smacking your hips on top of him - each squelch from your cunt never failing to pitch higher and higher.
the arch of your back stretches further, and you feel his hand swat against your ass. chosoâs tongue sloppily swirls around your tender nub before it turns into wet suckles. âf- fuck, jusâ like that, choso,â youâd whine, hearing each loud âpop!â sound away from his lips once your tit occasionally slides out his mouth.
chosoâs weakly rutting into you too, but one of his arms wraps around your hips - pulling you closer. youâre rocking back and forth, hearing him moan against your skin before he starts nipping. â âm gonna c.. cum,â his eyes widen, digging slender fingertips into the right cheek of your ass.
and his voice shook at each pounce of your hips. youâre riding him until he breaks - literally.
the split of chosoâs tip rummages its way through your tight, clenching walls, steadily jackhammering its head toward the hood of your clit. your thighs nearly snap together shut at the long-awaited pressure, and you wrap your arms around his slim torso.
âfuck, oh f- fuck âm gonna cum too, choso,â youâd whimper in his ear, feeling his body underneath you cutely shudder. your hips were just delicious.
heâs nearly forgetting to breathe with how damn good you rode him - with how you rotated your ass, rocking your waist, barreling all of his inches. chosoâs heart thumped straight out of his chest, and one glance of you was all it took for him to realize he was falling in love with you again.
âugh- fuck me, babyâuse me, oh f- fuck,â heâd start rambling, the sweaty prints of his thumbs swirling circles around the occasional dents in your back. he found it so attractive how each time you moved or rocked against him, your muscles would cutely tense at the excessively wide stretch of his cock. âneed you. iâŚhah- needâŚyou,â heâd murmur between pauses of sharp breaths, and chosoâs entire body slumps back within seconds.
one final thrust and heâs cumming - hard.
you end up finishing too â gushing straight out, poor trembly thighs collapsing right over his meaty thighs that were the mere definition of ânumbâ.
youâre whimpering as heâs filling you up with satiny ropes that tangle with your syrupy slick that soaks the head of his cock. âfuck, âcho, thatâs it. r- relax,â youâd swerve your hips around, watching chosoâs abs clench underneath you. youâre riding him so good that he thought he was gonna get pregnant.
youâre drenched - bringing two fingers toward your cunt, coolly spreading your pretty entrance apart. your clitâs pulsing, and youâre moaning once you see small masses of cum spilling down your clit. âyouâre always so messy.â
âhah- for⌠you,â choso sighs, a sleazy grin forming across his lips. his hand still remains glued to your ass and he grunts, sneaking a hand between the crack of your thighs. âmmh- i think.. i want you to do that again, baby.â
âwhat?â you bring a chaste kiss toward his lips, swallowing the incoming whine that leaves from chosoâs lips. heâs never tasted sweeter - and you could feel his body quiver at the feeling of your hands sliding down his chest.
choso moans against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. âs.. squirt,â he purrs hoarsely, and you gasp once he lifts you, making you lie back this time. darkened eyes fall toward between your sprawled-out legs and he nearly drools â taking in the pure sight of his cum wetly streaming down your pearled nub. choso whines against your cunt, taking one long lap of his tongue, relishing at the messy taste of both mixtures of arousal - yours and his.
with a pout, choso starts to clean you up, smearing the bridge of his nose against your twitching cunt before meeting your gaze. âsquirt again, pretty girl. i.. i wanna taste it this time,â and he gives your swollen heat a wet kiss.
âpretty please?â
SUGURU â
GETO.
geto could practically feel his mouth watering once he saw that sweet, perfect arch of yours.
heâs used to seeing you in front, up close ân personal but no.. you wanted to try riding him in reverse. not only that, but you decided to ride him in reverse while he was still very much sensitive.
âooh, p- princess,â heâd grunt hoarsely, tasting the treacly sweet stream of saliva pooling into his mouth. the buds that live on his tongue ached at the hot, comforting squeeze of your cunt. getoâs still getting over his recent orgasmâglobs of cum still sticking against his cock and glossing wetly between your quivering legs. âugh- youâre killinâ me here with that pretty fuckinâ arch of yours, yâknow that?â
âmhm, good,â youâd reply in a hurried tone, feeling his lust-like gaze lock against your ass. you werenât even going fast and yet, your hips already had him on a leash.
geto couldnât stop staring - nor could he keep his strong, callused hands to himself.
you moaned, planting your hands against the crumpled-up sheets before gasping. geto makes you arch more, getting a pretty fogged-eyed view of the way your backside curves over his lap right before his eyes. âhah- suguru, donât stop touchinâ me.â
âdidnât . . plan on it, pretty,â he rasps, trailing his eyes down at the rocking curvature of your waist. youâre fuckinâ moving, and with your hands gripping onto his kneesâyou threw your ass back against him time and time again. geto groans, feeling his reddened tip that was still leaking swab its way around your clit like a q-tip. your ass had a grip that made him nearly choke on the treacly saliva that sticks near the back of his tongue. âgod- so perfect, look at you, girl. so hah- damn gorgeous when youâre on top, fuck.â
âmhm,â youâd bite back a moan, the sensual rolling of your hips turning more intimate by the second. his dick coarsely stretches through your slavering insides, sloppily pumping you full with each âpop!â squelching out from between your thighs. geto keeps his gaze locked on your ass the entire time, and thatâs when you start to bend your knees.
you arch lower, zealously wriggling your ass before bouncing on his cock and thatâs when you hear him starting to whine. âfuck- so big,â youâd gasp, taking control of the tempo by steadily veering your hips like a boat. âhold my hips, sugu. hold âem while i fuck you.â
geto lets off a guttural groan, swatting a clammy palm against your backside before both hands attach near your rotating waist thatâs raining with sweat from all angles. youâre merely glowing and itâs just so pretty.
âtch- youâre gettinâ cocky, princess,â heâd mumble, his voice turning shakier as your ass frantically ruts into him at full force. his sweltering hot tipâs on the verge of splitting you open and you moan each time you feel its overly vast curve delve straight inside your pussy, nastily dragging its way down your sopping valley. tossing his head back, getoâs abs instinctively clench through his shirt before he whines again. â âm only lettinâ you take charge âcause iââ
and geto pauses abruptly, violently clenching his teeth at the slick pasty feeling of your pussy trapping the entirety of his thick length. breath snatches out of his chest before he groans loudly, spanking your ass with the corners of his lips twitching into a pout.
âo- oh fuck, âm gonna fuckinâ cum again,â and the words whine out from his lips oh-so prettily, grunting each time you slam your ass back down against his cock. his bulbous tip deepens its angle inside of you, rolling his eyes from the sudden pressure arising.
heâs never felt hotter â and geto nearly blacks out completely once you start to purposely slow down, sneaking a hand back to smack your ass right in front of his face while craning your neck. âyeah, give it tâme then, baby. donât miss a fuckinâ drop.â
âsuch a s.. slut,â geto groans, nearly getting hypnotized by how good youâre dragging your hips in figure eights. they gradually shift into circlesâand heâs buried deep deep deep, pounding into your cunt rawly until he ends up shooting blanks again. you end up finishing too, and it feels like a deep sigh you are finally letting go. shockwaves and electricity pierce through every nerve and vein through your body, and your mouth drops openâfeeling your teeth chatter once your hips back their way up against him in reverse.
getoâs body underneath you immediately shudders and oh- heâs whimpering, feeling the weight of your rickety hips steady.
as his mouth grows dryly arid, geto lets off a weary âphewâ as the core muscles in his abs tighten.
viciously thin ropes of cum shoot into you. globs of it seep deep inside of you, watching as your cunt sloppily spits remnants of it on its tipâcoating the shriveled-up base of his cock thatâs been perfectly milked. âb.. baby,â he hoarsely groans, hands still stuck to each side of your hips.
it was such a pretty sight â your cunt remained stuffed full with buttery ribbons of cum that ran down your thighs before he spanks your ass.
âjusâ . . gimme a minute. think your pussy really hah- broke me,â and geto gives the right of your ass cheek its final needy squeeze before sighing in defeat. âf- fuuuuck, girl.â
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nanami reassuring his yapper wife :c
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for the past 30 minutes youâve been ranting to him about practically everything going on in your chaotic life. nanami is mindlessly flipping through the pages of his new magazine he had just received in the mail, listening to you ramble on about how much you didnât like the way people perceive your favorite character! ugh how could they say that ? â
heâs humming to your responses, periodically letting out âohhâ s and ârighttâ s. you stop yourself from continuing your babbles, âah.. nevermind iâm talking too much again.â your body shifts, facing away from him before you grab your phone off of your nightstand.
he whips his head in your direction, âkeep going..? i wanna hear the rest.â he responds in confusion. âitâs okay ken, donât wanna annoy you too much hah..â you giggle softly before you feel his tight grip onto your palm. his thumb is caressing the soft back of your hand before twiddling with your wedding ring. âlove hearing you talk though, married you for a reason didnât i. what kind of man doesnât want to hear his pretty wifeâs voice hmm?â a small smile is plastered on his face, heâs looking at you so lovingly.
you press your lips against his, âyouâre so good to me, whatever shall i do when you finally get tired of me.â you smile, a big laugh leaving your mouth. ânot happening.â he replies smugly, peppering another dozen of kisses onto your lips.
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part one here.
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thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?
but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.
âmmh⌠you actually didnât decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. âshitâ you don't know how much i've missed seeinâ that pretty face of yours, baby.â
âyouâre so shameless, satoru.â you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.
âyeah,â he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. âbut⌠ahâ so are you, otherwise you wouldâve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.â
âw-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?â you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.
ânah, donât give me that bullshit,â satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. âif youâre not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands arenât in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.â
shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily â he is your ex, after all. but no... you canât let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.
âhah. nice try, baby,â he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and itâs deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. â...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.â
and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him â trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.
so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"
and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.
"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.
and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.
and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.
and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheekyâŚ
âhey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.â
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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities
word count: 1.8k.
warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe
a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 𼚠this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.
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Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topperâs girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.
Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face.Â
You didnât even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.
âLook what you did! Is this okay?â Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you werenât able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. âThere was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!â Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself.Â
âOh my God.â You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes.Â
âDonât look, baby.â Rafeâs deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it.Â
âAll right, but it was only one.â Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head.Â
âIâm so sorry, KieâŚâ You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/N.â She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. âThereâs something wrong with you, people.â Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face.Â
âIâm leaving, Rafe.â Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. âIâm sorry again for them, Kie.â
âNo, wait, Y/N.â He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. âThis is notââ
âI donât want to be here. I didnât sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?â You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. âI donât even know why weâre here, why you are here, when you clearly donât enjoy it anymore.âÂ
âListen, this is not so easy, okay?â He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help.Â
âYou are not like them, they are not your friends, donât you understand it?â The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head.Â
He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit.Â
âThis dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So Iâm leaving. Alone or with you.â You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe.Â
âWhat did you just call me?â Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you.Â
âI called you a dumb fucking bitch, didnât you hear me?â You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. âOr are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?âÂ
âThatâs rich, coming for a pogue. Itâs just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, itâs not my problem.âÂ
âA cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.â Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.
âI want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I donât care. Iâm done with them, Rafe.â Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.
âHey, no, Iâm not staying, okay?â Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them.Â
The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms.Â
âAw, look at you.â You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. âGo back to your side of the island, youâre not one of us. Donât even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when youâre just another dirty toy toââ
Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. âWanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.â
âYouâre not seriously protecting the pogue. Sheâs not on our side.â Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back.Â
âCâmon, RafeâŚâ He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more.Â
You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.
âItâs okay, Ray.â You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep.Â
âYouâre lucky that I donât hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. âControl, your crazy bitch, Top.âÂ
As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him.Â
His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up.Â
âYouâre right.â He said simply. âIâm not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didnât like what happened today.â You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. âIfâif I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? Youâre the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. Youâre the only one who I can trust, baby.â
His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips.Â
âThis is the right decision. Youâve overgrown them, youâre a better man now. And iâll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess itâs just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.
âJust us, baby.â
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The way Nanami subtly doms you
Tags: dom!Nanami x fem!Reader, sub!Reader, dom/sub relationship, NO age regression, sub space.
An: yeah idk i feel like nanamiâs very subtle with his domming style, but i see shiu kong as full on dom.
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⢠Nanami isnât the type to flex his dominance over you. He doesnât have to be rude or degrading to drive the point home. You know exactly when he gives you that look, it means to behave. His hazel eyes cut in your direction, and his eyebrow raises ever so slightly, like heâs amused by your disobedience. However, he doesnât smile â doesnât reward bad behavior.
⢠âWant to say that again?â, âLanguage.â, âDidnât I tell you no pouting?â when youâre being a brat and mouthing off. bonus points if heâs pulling his tie away from his neck and slowly wrapping it around his palm.
⢠Itâs simple, but he gives you his hoodies or coats to wear when youâre out and about. He likes seeing his clothes encompassed your body, and he enjoys that everyone will immediately be able to tell just whose you are.
⢠Speaking of clothes, Nanamiâs not the type to tell you when you can and canât wear something. Heâs confident in his abilities to keep you safe, but that doesnât mean he wonât make suggestions. âAre you sure about the skirt, sweetheart? I donât want your legs getting cold.â
⢠He takes great care of you in an inconspicuous manner. Heâll adjust your clothes on you, buttoning up your top or gently fixing your unruly hair. Heâll throw your towel and pajamas (that he picked out for you) in the dryer when youâre in the shower, so they are all warm and cozy for you when you get out.
⢠Nanami is also the type to set a pretty firm bedtime for you. He knows how much you like to stay up and how ill you get in the mornings if you hadnât had a minimum of 8 hours of rest. So, he sets you on a pretty strict bedtime schedule and routine. Donât worry. Heâs there every night to cuddle you to sleep.
⢠Insistent that you hold his hand while you two are out. He knows how distractible you are, and it eases his mind when your palm rests in his.
⢠The way he talks can throw you straight into a more submissive headspace, and he knows it too. He doesnât do it often, but when he notices you getting too stressed or burnt out, heâll immediately start with the dom talk, âMy baby needs a break, doesnât she?â Heâll coo and pull you into his lap, and when you inevitably lean into his touch, âThere she is. Did my baby miss me?â
⢠Nanami sees it as a gentlemanly thing, but it could also be seen as another form of domming. He doesnât let you touch a single door handle if heâs with you, and you best believe heâs walking on the outside. Youâre tucked beside him on the inside of the sidewalk. Heâll also never let you hold a shopping bag. No, he does not care that heâs holding a bunch of Victoriaâs Secret and Ulta bags. He pays for everything. If your car needs gas, Nanami fills it up.
⢠On the off chance that you two are out, and heâs not right beside you, all he has to do is curl his finger and point at the ground in front of him to let you know that he wants you to come to him, and you better do as youâre told.
⢠The king of giving simple stern instructions. âLook at me.â âSpeak up, baby.â, âCome here, now.â, âGive me a kiss.â, âAsk nicely.â
⢠Nanami will sit on the couch, spread his legs, and pat his knee when he wants you to sit on his lap. He doesnât even have to give simple instructions for that.
⢠Even while he does all this, he respects your independence, autonomy, and intelligence. Letâs bffr rn heâs your biggest supporter in everything you do. Heâs so in love with you because he knows how smart and hard working you are. Heâs so damn lucky that he gets to be the man to pamper you and ease your weary mind. He loves being that safe space for you, so you can just relax, lean on him, and just be you.
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Monster bfs and their reaction to you getting hurt by little inconsequential things that you react to in pain at first but then they wildly overexaggerate.
Werewolf bf would hear you whimper and come running to find you. He sees you have a splinter and heâs whining and whimpering at the irritated skin on your finger. With his claws he carefully gets it out of you before licking it and nuzzling into your palm. Before you can even argue heâs saying youâre too hurt to do anything else today and brings you into the bed for cuddles.
Vampire bf smells you before he hears you cry out in pain. In a flash heâs by your side, eyes wild as he looks over you. When he sees the small cut on your leg his heart lurches, even when you say it looks worse than it is. He falls to his knees before you, his mind a cloud of worry and hunger. He laps at your cut, slowly licking the wound to reveal it in its entirety. Despite the way his veins hum with the taste of your blood his love for you is more pressing and so he runs to grab your frequently used roll of gauze and patches you up.
Dragon bf has loved having you in his cave and among his hoard. Youâre his most treasured possession after all so there is no where else that you belong except by his side. But when you stumble and slide down a mountain of gold, hitting your head on an old crown, your bf cares no longer for any of his treasures besides you. Despite your protests he moves all of his treasure to the back of the cave before filling the rest of it with the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets. Making sure that if you ever fall again it will only be met with comfort.
Orc bf who always displayed his weapon collection with pride. But he comes rushing over as soon as he hears you yelp, only to discover you ended up pricking yourself on the sharp spikes of one of his clubs. You try to assure him that youâre fine and it just surprised you. But when you come home the next day you see them nowhere to be found. Ready to give your bf a firm talking to, he directs your gaze upwards where heâs displayed his weapons much higher up now to not risk you getting hurt. He stubbornly refuses to move them back down when you talk to him and thereâs no way you can reach or even carry them to put them back. Your orc bf explains that itâs worth them being harder to see so long as youâre safe.
God, there are so many more I could do but I didnât want to make this too long.
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College student!Sukuna
1:03am: first kiss
sukuna in the modern world, as a college student, would be such a fuckboy. that is a fact. he would have been messing around with anyone and everyone because he never held people in high regards, viewed them as pawns for his entertainment and pleasure. in and out of girlsâ beds, never letting them stay in his, no cuddles, no kisses, no dates, no promises of tomorrow. he didnât believe in love, never envied his pussy-whipped friends, never entertained the notion of being devoted to one girl.
until you.
his first real girlfriend.Â
you would have been friends for a while before dating, fighting the pull between you, that sizzling tension hidden behind snarky comments and playful insults. all your friends had bets going on, agreements on who would hold out longer (you, just about), who would cave first (sukuna much to his annoyance).Â
he saw some guy chatting you up at a party, hand on your waist and a sleazy smile directed at you. oh, he did not like that. not at all. the pink-haired man shoved him off with far too much strength and dragged you away, ignoring the amused stares of your friends and your confused complaints.Â
there, in the blanket of the night, pinned to the side of the frat house, you banged your fist against his chest, pouting in that adorable way he had grown so fond of. perhaps that was why he always pushed your buttons so often, incessantly, and continued to do so well into your relationship. couldnât get enough of your whining and the way youâd drag his name out like a petulant child.
"sukunaaaaaa, what the hell is wrong with you!â
he kissed you.Â
the man tasted like cheap beer and nicotine, of late-night drives, basketball matches, pizza parties with the gang, of drawn-out teasing, inside jokes, prodding of sore spots and flicking of foreheads. he felt strong and sturdy under your hands as he pressed himself closer, it reminded you of the shoulder heâd begrudgingly lend you to cry on, of rough calluses of his palms as he pulled you to him in thick crowds, and that one night you never spoke about, when you had woken up in his bed after pulling an all-nighter for an exam, your face buried in his chest and his hand cradling your head.Â
âyou drive me crazy, yâknow that?â he whispered against your lips with a frustration you never knew he felt.Â
it turned out, as sukuna would reluctantly confess after hours of badgering from you, he had wanted you since the first day he met you and had loved you far longer than he ever wanted to let on.Â
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Drew losing his wedding ring 𤍠but he left it behind at home and y/n finds it inside his laundry basket she goes shit crazy looking for it and since y/n know she plays dumb wanting to teach him a lesson and sheâs like baby Iâm getting our rings cleaned l tomorrow can you leave your ring on the counter and heâs just rambling and coming up with excuses Intill he finds his ring will Drew continue to lie or confess
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pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader
summary: drew, your husband who accidentally leaves his wedding ring in his laundry basket, prompting you, his wife to find it while doing laundry. instead of confronting him immediately, you decides to teach him a lesson by pretending not to notice while teasing him about getting plan taking your rings to cleaned.
warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, humor, and playful teasing, slight secondhand embarrassment, wholesome, domestic vibes.
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It had been a long but pleasant evening, and as you glanced at the overflowing laundry basket in the corner of your bedroom, you figured it was time to tackle it. Drew was lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels, blissfully unaware of the mischief you were about to stir up.
Laundry had become a bit of a ritual for you both; a chore that came with its own rhythm and quirks. Drew was the âdump-it-all-in-and-hope-for-the-bestâ type, while you meticulously checked pockets and separated clothes by color. And it was during one of these pocket inspections that you felt something hard and metallic inside the pocket of his jeans.
You pulled it out and froze.
His wedding ring.
Your brows knitted together as you stared at the small band in your palm. Drew was practically married to his ring he wore it everywhere, even in places he didnât need to, like the gym or while swimming. It had been a running joke between you that he might as well glue it to his finger. So, finding it stuffed in his laundry was unusual, to say the least.
You chewed on your lip, debating whether to call him out immediately or let him stew a little. Then, with a devilish grin across your face. You slipped the ring into the pocket of your pajama pants, decided not to mention it, and returned to the living room. Youâd let him sweat it out.
When you entered, Drew was crouched by the couch, pulling cushions off and muttering to himself.
âBabe, what are you looking for?â you asked, keeping your tone as neutral as possible.
Drew froze mid-search, then quickly straightened up.
âOh, uh⌠nothing. Just⌠the remote.â He gestured vaguely to the couch, his voice a little too high-pitched to be believable.
You raised an eyebrow.
âThe remote? The one sitting on the coffee table?â
You pointed at the remote, lying in plain sight directly in front of him.
âOh.â He let out a nervous laugh, grabbing it. âRight. That one.â
You fought to keep a straight face as you handed it to him.
âHere. Anything else youâre looking for?â
âNope! All good.â
He said it too quickly, his voice strained, as if he was trying to convince himself.
âMm-hmm,â you murmured, heading back to the bedroom.
Once you were out of sight, you retrieved the ring from your pocket and tucked it into your jewelry box for safekeeping. If Drew was going to lie, youâd at least make it entertaining.
The next morning, you were up a bit late and padded into the kitchen to find Drew already there, nursing his coffee. His hair was adorably messy, sticking up in all directions, and he was wearing your favorite flannel pajama pants the ones you swore made him look cozier than ever. He grinned when he saw you.
âMorning, babe. Coffee?â he offered, gesturing to the pot.
âYes, please.â
You slid onto the stool at the counter, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him pour. Thatâs when your eyes zeroed in on his left hand still missing the ring. You couldnât resist any longer.
âDrew,â you began casually as he placed the cup in front of you, âuhâŚwhereâs your ring?â
He froze, fingers tightening slightly on his mug.
âOh, uh⌠my ringâ
He cleared his throat and quickly recovered, spreading his hands in front of him as if to inspect them.
âRight. My ring. I, uh, mustâve taken it off when I was⌠washing my hands last night. You know how slippery soap gets.â
You nodded slowly, playing along.
âSlippery soap. Got it.â
He relaxed slightly, clearly thinking he was off the hook, and took a long sip of his coffee. But you werenât done yet.
âYou know,â you said, feigning nonchalance,
âI was thinking we should take our rings in for a cleaning. Theyâve been looking a little dull lately. How about I drop them off at the jeweler tomorrow?â
Drew nearly choked on his coffee. âUh⌠cleaning?â he repeated, his voice cracking slightly.
âYeah,â you said sweetly. âYou can just leave your ring on the counter before work, and Iâll take care of it.â
For a split second, you thought he might actually combust.
âOh, uh, sure! Totally,â he said, his voice pitched high with panic.
âI mean, itâs probably⌠in the bathroom. Or⌠maybe on the nightstand? Or, uhââ He stopped himself, clearly spiraling.
You tilted your head, giving him your most innocent look.
âAre you sure you know where it is? You seem a little⌠distracted.â
âI know exactly where it is,â he insisted, though the way his eyes darted toward the ceiling betrayed him.
âDonât worry about it.â
âOh, Iâm not worried.â
You sipped your coffee, pretending to be absorbed in your phone.
âI mean, itâs not like itâs that important, right? Itâs just a ring.â
Drewâs head snapped up, his expression stricken.
âIt is important!â he blurted out, a little louder than necessary. âI didnât lose it, okay? IâuhâŚI just⌠misplaced it. Temporarily.â
âOf course,â you said, nodding sympathetically.
âThat makes total sense.â
He let out a shaky breath, clearly not realizing you were toying with him. Over the next few hours, Drew became increasingly frantic, sneaking off to various rooms to search for the ring. You caught him rifling through the bathroom drawers, peering under the bed, and even checking the fridge at one point.
By evening, he was sitting on the couch, head in his hands. His usual confident demeanor had crumbled, and guilt was written all over his face. You decided it was time to put him out of his misery.
âDrew,â you said softly, sitting beside him, âis there something you want to tell me?â
He looked up at you, his blue eyes filled with regret.
âOkay, fine,â he admitted, throwing his hands in the air.
âI lost my ring. I donât know how, I donât know where, and Iâve been freaking out about it all day. I didnât want to tell you because I thought youâd be mad, andâ
You reached into your pajama pocket and pulled out the ring, holding it between your fingers.
âLooking for this?â you asked, unable to hide your grin.
Drew stared at the ring, his jaw dropping.
âAre you kidding me?â he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and relief.
âI found it in your laundry last night,â you explained, laughing.
âI wanted to see how long it would take for you to confess.â
He groaned, leaning back against the couch.
âYouâre evil, you know that?â
âMaybe a little,â you admitted, sliding the ring back onto his finger. âBut you deserved it for lying to me.â
Drew pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.
âIâm never taking this off again,â he promised, kissing your temple.
âOh you better not,â you teased. âOr next time, I might just pawn it.â
He laughed, shaking his head.
âRemind me never to underestimate you.â
âSmart man,â you said, leaning against him with a satisfied smile.
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