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IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS SINCE THEIR FINAL VICTORY. as much as it could have been called a victory. the truth was, it still felt hollowââto him as least. they'd routed the enemy, that much was certain ; but melanthios had been snatched out of the sky, the one who'd been helping themââwhose details were now strangely hazyââvanished. who knows what would have happened if melanthios had stuck around. would they have been able to face him? to defeat him?
thinking back to that night, only a little over a month ago since he'd last stepped foot in these now-crumbled halls, he's hardpressed to say yes. it's beyond irritating, the memory of just how easily garreg mach had fallen. the enemy had been quick, smart, strategic: striking at night, out of nowhere. they'd been completely unprepared. but that wasn't all of it. for all of their training here at the academy, all the classes and lessons and missions, the truth stared them in the face: they were weak. they were weak, and they lacked leadership, unity, and purpose. the majority of the students and staff here weren't even from fĂłdlan. if it came down to it, they couldn't be trusted with the defense of this place or of this continent. they had home, other lands, to go back to ; in contrast, for those who came from here, this was all they had.
whatever they were doing here wasn't enough. but what other options did they have? at least for the moment, all they could do was bide their time. rebuild, and hope the enemy wasn't taking this chance to become even stronger.
the sense of aimlessness, and the vulnerability that dwelt with it, was far more grating than any work. he found himself restless, even when body and bone was weary from hours spent moving, lifting, digging, welding, building, he found it hard to sleep. lying awake with his mind refusing to rest, he'd find himself ekeing in a couple more hours to trainââhis schedule during the day hardly allowed for itââbut even that failed to satisfy. it wasn't skill in battle that'd failed him that night ; it was the reality of their overwhelming disadvantage. and that wasn't something he could overcome alone with his back against a wall.
but among everyone else, who could he trust. who did he even know well enough to turn his back to in a fight? the boarââhah, if he had to. ingridââsure. she was dependable enough.
sylvain?
of the three of them. . .
since returning to the monastery, he'd hardly had a chance to talk with any of them. even though the blue lions had apparently taken privilege with staying at the dorms, it was easy to go whole days, a week without catching a glimpse. he'd caught a flicker of blue and blond here and there, a red head bent over, sawing logs once. they were all busy ; it's hard to even say where they'd been. but he'd thought, at least, that they'd all seen each other. he had, so why shouldn't they?
so when rapidly thudding footsteps come running in his direction and he turns around, greeted not by someone fleeing from some wild beast or away from a sudden building collapse but instead that very half-wit looking like he's just seen the goddess herself, at first he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. which allows the other to come to a breathless stop in front of him, eyes wide and searching, breathingââhis name? why? ". . . yes?" he replies, bewildered and matter-of-fact. and the next thing he's about to say is that they'd best keep it down, or else the last few days he'd spent dodging his father would be for nothing ; the old man was around here someplace, and had a knack for sniffing him out when he wanted it least.
but then sylvain crumples completely, waterworks flowing from his eyes, and then felix is more stunned than ever.
"sylvain??" he half-moves toââhe doesn't know. take his arm? people are starting to look their way, so he scowls. "what's wrong with you?" only then does it suddenly click. felix, is that you? don't tell him.
letting out an aggravated sigh, he presses a heel of one hand to his forehead. "did you just find out i was here?"
i missed you just a little bit | sylvain & felix
closed starter for @wolfhednn | heavy armor +1
#ïč Ë Ë Ă ïč + â± I MISSED YOU JUST A LITTLE BIT .#ïč Ë Ë Ă ïč + â± LAST BASTION OF ANOTHER ANTEBELLUM ⣠sylvain .#crevassier#sorry like half of this is just felix ruminating on the post-event#thanks for starting us off again o/
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."



pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⊠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⊠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⊠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⊠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŠâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
~
You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⊠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⊠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŠâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⊠pleaseâŠâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⊠shhhhhâŠâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŠ
âSuguuu⊠pleaseâŠâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
~
You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŠ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŠâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŠâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŠâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⊠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⊠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⊠they really werenât all that bad.
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âin which your friends help you make something other than solo porn for your onlyfans (with a week full of dick appointments of course).
ânanami, choso, sukuna, toji, gojo n geto
âcw: smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, mommy kink, passing out, bondage, gagging, threesome, choking, pussy eating, degradation, praise, breeding, pussy/clit slapping, double penetration, cervix fucking, belly bulge, mask kink, a lot more.
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Nanami. Monday 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.
Hearing the ring of your doorbell, you smiled. Jogging down the stairs in just a sexy black robe to swing open the door. Nanamiâs cheeks tinted red as he greeted you.
âHi Kento!â you grinned, embracing him into a hug, âthank you so much for agreeing to this.â
Clearing his throat, Nanami half hugged you back with a short nod. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes off of you. âYeah, no problem.â
Pulling away, you grabbed the manâs hand and pulled him into your home. Leading him upstairs into the massive guest bedroom where you filmed.
âOkay,â you started, picking up a pitch black ski mask and handing it to him. âThe camera wonât be picking up your face, but you can put this one if youâd like.â
Nanami shook his head, âNo itâs fine.â
âGreat! Well letâs get started kay?â
Nanami found himself sat on your bed as you climbed onto his lap. His head straight forward to avoid falling into the cameraâs line of sight. Despite you being able to crop him out.
He groaned when you brought yourself down on his cock. Letting out a soft mewl as your pussy took him all the way it. âHmm,â you moaned, beginning to bounce up and down slowly while grinding your hips. âFuck.. daddy,â
Nanamiâs eyes widened, his cock throbbing against your walls as his grip on your hips tightened. Helping you speed up your pace to begin fucking yourself on his cock. The man let out a string of deep grunts, the sight of you whimpering while rutting yourself on his cock was almost enough for him.
âNnghâ so good daddy,â you breathed, âsooo fucking good, ahh.â Your lip between your teeth as you gripped his shoulders. Rocking your hips back and forth at a fast pace, your clit rubbing against his base region with each movement.
Your head fell back with your lips parted, your eyes closing as you clenched down on him. âO-ohââ Nanami noticing the way your movements got sloppy before gripping your ass. Fucking up into you at an almost inhuman pace. âF-fuckkââ you cried out. A silent scream falling past your lips as your eyes rolled back. Allowing Nanami to do the work while you simply moaned and cried, his veiny hand curling around your neck.
âShit- thatâs it doll.â the man cursed, his breathing getting heavy as your wetness coated his cock. Blunt tip bumping into your g spot each time it grazed your walls.
âD-daddy.. feels so good,â you let out a high pitched mewl, ââm so close.â
Nanamiâs cock fucking up into you making your stomach fill with heat, a coil building up as you were engulfed in pleasure. You could feel your head becoming dizzy as you neared your orgasm, your body trembling as your noises increased in volume.
Your toes curled with a chant of daddyâs. Your nails piercing past the muscular manâs skin. Nanami trying to keep his words limited incase someone recognized him, letting out a low husky string of curses while watching his cock disappear within your sopping cunt.
âF-fuck,â you let out your final cry, a shiver raking through your body before you were cumming on his cock. Drenching him in your clear liquid with a choked whimper.
Nanami groaned, his fingers squeezing into your ass and around your neck as he buried himself deep. Pumping ropes of thick cum onto your slippery walls.
You hummed in content, turning your body in his lap when he pulled out. Using your fingers to spread your folds for his cum to spurt out lewdly.
When you were done you ran to turn off all cameras. Grinning at Nanami before pressing a kiss to his lips, âThank you again Kento.â
Choso. Tuesday 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m.
Choso was nervous when you had asked him to be in your video, but agreed nonetheless. Walking up shyly to your door before ringing the bell.
Running his hand through his hair to fluff it right before the door swung open. The man swallowing hard as he saw your robe clad frame. âChoso! you made it.â you smiled. And he only nodded while handing you a mini bouquet of flowers. âY-yeah. And i uh.. i got you these.â
You cooed, pulling him in for a hug making his face burn red. Heâd seen your solo content, so it was very hard for him to look at you without thinking back to all the loads heâd blown to the sight.
You led Choso upstairs after getting a vase for the flowers. Pulling him into your recording room while breaking down what would be happening.
âSo you can put this on to hide your face.â you offered, holding out a black ski mask which Choso took with no protest. Putting it on after peeling his clothes off of him.
You sat him down of a chair instead of your bed. Tying his hands behind him and kneeling in between his legs. The cameras already rolling, âReady?â
Choso nodded, âMhm.â
Choso whimpered as you began stroking his cock slowly. Your touch soft on his skin as you teasingly circled your wrist on his tip. Spreading his precum and using it to fist his cock. Your lip in between your teeth as you smiled to the camera. Chosoâs mewls loud and whiny as his body jerked.
âAww, you like that baby?â you teased, âLike when mommy fist fucks your pretty cock?â
He nodded with a moan, his back arching as you sped up your movements, his cock throbbing when you raked a nail up his distinct vein. âNnghâ l-love ittt, o-oh fuck, love it mommy.â
You hummed, your face seductive as you switched between teasing his aching red tip and stroking down his length. The man tugging at the ropes in an attempt to rut his hips upward into your fist.
âNnghâ more- ahh, please m-more.â
You squeezed down on his base, his head falling back with a needy whimper as his breathing sped.
âYou take what i give you okay baby?â
He let out a cry, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to tease him. âNngh- m-mommy..â Chosoâs back arched when you placed a kiss to his tip. Swirling your tongue around the glistening mushroom head.
Choso let out a string of moans, his hips thrusting up when you took his cock past your lips. Letting out a long shaky breath as you bobbed your head. Taking him all the way into your throat with a tiny gag.
His abs glistened with sweat as you sucked him off. Adorable noises filling the room as you brought him to his release. âF-fuck mommy- âm cumming. Nngh âm cumming mommy.â his voice cracked as it got high pitched.
Choso let out a broken whine when you stepped all movements. âN-no.. why?â you could hear the tears forming in his eyes.
âShh baby, mommyâs gonna give you something even better.â climbing on top of him and sinking down on his cock. âThere we go.. good boy.â His cries of pleasure even louder than before as you fucked him with your tightness.
His mewls and whimpers making you even more wet as you lifted yourself off and back onto his cock. Your ass flush on his lap every time you bottomed down.
Your moans mixed with his. Hands secure on his shoulders as you rocked yourself back and forth, his cock prodding your g spot each time. âFuck, does that feel good baby?â
âUh huh,â Choso choked out, âs-so good, haah.â
You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. Your head falling back and your lips parting in soft mewls. âGonna cum baby? Gonna let it out fâ me.â
Choso nodded, âyeah,â he breathed, ââm there mommy.â
âCum in me okay? Fill my pussy with your cum.â your demanded, grinding your hips quickly as you approached your own orgasm. Drenching Chosoâs cock with a cry before he was doing the same. Pumping you full of his cum with a whimper.
When you were both finished you panted heavily. Momentarily turning to the camera and thrusting two fingers into you for Chosoâs cum to run out.
Eventually untying him and pulling off his mask with a giggle. His face fucked out and flushed as he looked up at you.
âThanks Cho,â pressing a kiss to his lips.
Sukuna. Wednesday 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Sukuna didnât even knock when he got to your house. Waltzing in like he owned the place and making his way straight up to your recording room.
You let out a yelp when you saw the man by the door, a smirk on his face as he took in all the technology. âSo youâre a full time slut huh?â He scoffed jokingly. Opening his arms for you to jump into. Wrapping your arms around his neck with a grin. âHi Kuna.â
âHi princess, i see youâre pretty much all set up.â You nodded with your lips between your teeth, clad in nothing but your black robe as Sukuna hummed. Allowing you to lead him to the bed while explaining everything.
âHandcuffs, ropes, gag..â Sukuna listed with a grin, âI like it.â Peeling off his shirt to reveal a litter of tattoos on his pale skin and a half sleeve full. His muscles prominent as he stretched. âGonna do this pussy real good.â
You found yourself on your bed. Your hands handcuffed to the headboard and your feet tied in their spread out position. You whimpered as Sukuna placed a blindfold on your eyes. Getting ready to gag you next. âK-Kuna? You sure you wanna let your face show?â
âTheyâve gotta know whoâs making you scream somehow, and if you blur out my face iâm spanking that ass red.â
You nodded shakily, Sukuna strapping the ball between your lips before biting your neck softly. Trailing hot kisses down your chest with a groan. âFuck.. wish you had called me for this earlier. Couldâve made a fortune outta this.â he mumbled lowly.
Your breath hitched when you no longer felt Sukuna against you. You shivered when his touch was replaced by a sharp nail raking up your chest. Circling each one of your breasts before tracing the sides of your waists. He was silent, keeping you breathing heavily in anticipation as a smirk graced his features.
Your back arched with a muffled mewl when Sukunaâs hand came down hard on one of your tits. The stinging sensation sending wetness straight to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell as Sukuna continued trailing your chest. Pressing his lips to your stomach before his hand came down on your other one.
Pulling another muffled cry from you with a hum. He twisted your nipples between his fingers as he kissed down to your cunt. Teasingly kissing everywhere else but where you craved to feel him. When he finally reached your pussy he groaned. âSo fucking wet fâme.â Kissing your clit while his finger ran between your folds.
You could only moan behind the gag when he licked a stripe up your slit. Making out with your clit before dragging his tongue back down into your wetness. Your body jerked with a broken whimper when Sukunaâs hand laded directly on your clit. The sensitive bud throbbing at the contact.
You mewled, tugging at your restraints when Sukuna began lapping at your wetness. His tongue darting out to collect your sweetness with his mouth latched onto your pussy.
Another jerk passing through your body with a cry when his hand came down even harder. His tongue still working wonders as it dipped into you, his fingers pinching at your clit before coming down in two more consecutive hits.
Your eyes grew teary under the fabric. The blinking camera picking up the way your breaths became heavier by the time Sukuna had swapped his tongue and fingers. Curling the long digits into your walls while he tongued the rest of you.
Your body was filled with heat when Sukuna gripped your hip. Not being able to see the way he looked darkly at your trembling body. Basking in your incoherent noises as he feasted, feeling his cock grow hard underneath him.
The coil in your stomach grew stronger and. stronger. Unable to voice your release as you clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, pussy gushing onto his hand and chin making him grunt into you. âFuck, thatâs it.â Replacing his fingers with his mouth to swallow down your juices.
Sukunaâs cock was collecting your wetness before you knew it. Roughly thrusting into you with a deep breath. His thick cock stretching you almost painfully as he bottomed out.
You mewled when he began fucking into you. His pace immediately hard and fast as his massive girth rammed into your tightness. You let out a string of loud cries, Sukunaâs hand wrapping around your neck as he glanced to the camera right in front of him. Giving it a grin before focusing his attention back onto you.
âShit, taking me so well. Pretty little slut, fuckk.â he groaned, his tip hammering into your g spot making your back arch. Both your hands and legs pulling at their ties at the immense pleasure.
Drool ran past your lips as your body was rocked back and forth with Sukunaâs harsh thrusts. Tears staining your cheeks as he pierced deep into you. His hips holding no mercy as he moved.
Sukuna reached up to wipe your chin with his thumb. His deep voice sending shivers down your spine when he teased, âSo messy,â using his hand to spread to spit all over your face before landing his palm on your cheek.
A loud cry leaving you at the burning sensation in your face. Only to have your head turned to the side when he landed another one. âSo fucking pretty like this.â Tightening his grip on your neck to allow him to drill into your cunt.
Short screams matching his brutal thrusts as his cock fucked past your cervix entrance. Grazing your gummy walls perfectly on its way in and out.
You clenched down on him hard, letting out a series of muffled noises as you came. Soaking the sheets while you creamed Sukunaâs cock. The man letting out a deep groan with sped up breaths, âFuck, can i cum in you?â Cursing out when you nodded, his head falling back as he stilled. Spilling ropes if his warm sticky cum deep into you.
âShit..â he breathed, panting as he pulled out. The camera behind him picking up the way the liquid seeped out of you.
Sukuna untied you before removing the gag and blindfold. Watching as you sleepily blinked up at him through wet lashes. He helped you up, chucking at your messy face before kissing your nose. âLemme help you get cleaned up yeah? Youâll worry about the cameras afterwards.â Knowing that you had tons of editing to do anyways, meaning that you could just cut the last part out.
Toji. Thursday 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you opened the door for Toji, he smirked widely. His hands on your waist forcing you to the tips of your toes to kiss you. âYou look so fucking hot in that robe. Just wanna rip it off you already.â
You giggled, doing a little spin for him and listening to the way he groaned. Pulling you into him for a hug. His nose buried in your neck while he groped your ass in hiss large hand. âFuck.. we havenât even started and iâm hard.â
When you bring him up to your room, you explain how things would be going. Toji barely paying attention as he scanned the room. âCan i wear my own mask?â he cut you off, finally turning his attention to you as pulled a ghost face mask out of his pocket.
âItâs a bit late for halloween Toji.â
âBut itâs never too late to make a pretty little slut like you squirm.â His deep voice spoke lowly, stalking towards you with the mask on his face. His head tilted as you were backed into your bed. Falling into a sitting position with Toji standing over you, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him. âHmm, thatâs exactly what iâm talking about,â running his thumb over your bottom lip after seeing the way your thighs clenched.
âF-fine.. you can wear the mask,â you grumbled.
âWas gonna wear it either way but thanks sweetheart.â he chuckled shortly, his demeanor going serious when he sighed, âNow, when do i get to ruin that tight cunt of yours?â His eyes darkening with lust as he watched your breathing speed up.
âY-yeah.. uh l-let me just set up the c-cameras and weâre good to go.â you stuttered, wetness pooling between your legs as you went to set up.
Toji began fucking into you like a mad man. First fingering you to stretch you out before he was full on hammering into your pussy. The blinking camera capturing the way his muscular body flexed with each slam of his hips.
Your eyes were teary as you moaned and cried out. Your body rocking back and forth with every bruising thrust. Toji grunted on top of you, his hand holding tightly onto your neck as he bullied his fat cock even deeper.
Your noises increasing in volume as you turned to look at the camera to let them see how good you were getting fucked. Your tits bouncing wildly as Tojiâs force shook the entire bed.
âFucking look at me.â he growled out, and you whimpered as he tightened his grip on you. âThese fucks get to see your dumbed out face all the time, itâs my turn.â Letting out a groan before his hips took an inhuman pace.
You could not see his face, only the image of ghostface looking down at you making you moan loudly. Your back arching as you clenched down on Toji. âNnghâ o-oh f-uckk.. so good- ahhâ so g-good.â you cried. Feeling yourself grow closer to orgasm.
âA-ahh, fuckâ To- nngh,â you caught your almost slip up, eyes rolling back in a string of shaky mewls when Tojiâs other hand pinned your wrists above your head. Masked face coming down to your ear in a deep husk, âYa like that you little slut? Being fucked in front of a camera for hundreds to see. Such a dirty fucking girl.â
Tojiâs smirk widened under his mask, âLetâs give these idiots a show.â
After you came once, he roughly twisted and turned your body into his desired position. Your face in the sheets and your ass in the air. His hand on the back of your neck forcing you to stay down while he bounced himself off your ass.
A dragged out cry leaving your mouth each time his cock rammed deep into you. Threatening to push past your cervix when he sped up his movements.
Your toes curled, drool soaking the sheets as Toji fucked you dumb. Your puffy clit throbbing from the harsh hits of Tojiâs heavy balls. âNnhâ âs so deep.â you mewled, getting nothing in return but a hard slap to your ass. âYeah? Better fucking take it.â Toji grunted, his tip kissing your g spot meanly before poking against the skin of your stomach. Creating a visible bulge for everyone to see.
Tojiâs head fell back with a groan, his other hand on your hip pulling you onto his cock to match his thrusting pace.
Your brain was foggy. Dizzy even. Your vision clouding as you approached yet another orgasm. Tojiâs hand on your neck forcing your head up to face the main camera. âThatâs it, show them how good this dick is fucking you. Wanna hear you say it.â
You let out a scream like moan, your stomach burning with heat as your back arched. âF-fuckkâ feels so good. Your cock is fucking me soooo good.â you mewled.
âGood girl. Now make a fucking mess.â
You came with a cry, squirting messily onto Tojiâs cock and the bed below. Your body trembling and your eyes closing as you were fucked through your high.
In the next few hours Toji had fucked you in all kinds of positions. Your bottom half on the bed while your hands support med your frame on the floor. Toji at the end of the bed lowering his hips onto your sopping cunt. Your cries whiny at the overstimulation.
âLook at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ, bet those men must be wishing to get a feel of that pussy while jerking off.â
âNnghâ youâre not supposed to say that.â you let out a broken whine. Tojiâs cock fucking down hard into you as gravity forced your wetness to run down your torso.
âShit- itâs true. Pussy feels like fucking heaven, iâd want a feel if i was in their place.â He rasped, his breathing getting heavy as his cock twitched. Bringing you to another orgasm before manhandling you some more.
Fucking you in full nelson as you sobbed from all the pleasure. âI canâtâ nngh, i canât.. âs too much.â Sweat covering his body as he breathed into your ear. âYou can take it. Fuck- just give me two more yeah?â
Holding you directly in the cameraâs sight when your pussy gushed. Streams of the clear liquid spraying messily into the air. Toji whistling lowly at the distance it reached.
Then he was bouncing you on his cock, your body falling limp into his chest as he moved your hips. Incoherent babbles falling past your lips as you drenched his thighs. An accidental daddy slipping past your lips as you began to rock back and forth weakly.
âShit, call me that again.â
âNnghâ d-daddy,â you mewled loudly, your noises high pitched as your clit bumped against his pelvic region.
Toji groaned, âFuck- youâre driving me crazy. Whoâs your daddy baby? Whoâs fucking this slutty pussy so good?â
Your legs quivered, clenching down hard as your head fell onto his shoulders. âY-you. Haah.. you are.â Letting out a short choked scream as your orgasm washed over you painfully. Creaming his cock with a shaky string of whimpers.
Toji letting out a deep chant of curses as he finally allowed himself to release. âShit- can i cum in ya sweetheart?â Only to look down to find you gone. Passed out against him as your chest rose and fell softly. âFucking hell.â His voice cracking ever so slightly as he pumped endless amounts of cum into you. Stuffing your cunt to the brim in the thick white substance.
Lifting you off his cock for the camera to see your pussy flutter, his cum running lewdly out of your in spurts.
âShit.. really fucked ya hard didnât i,â Toji bit his lip from under his mask. Pulling it off his face to wink at the camera with a short wave and a smirk. âHey there.â Laying you down onto the bed and placing a kiss to your lips with a sigh. âLetâs see if i can find anything in this big ass place.â
Walking away to find a warm rag or something to clean you up. Leaving the camera running not only because he didnât know how to use it. But to at least show these people what even the slightest aftercare looked like.
If you decided to keep that part in, that was.
Gojo n Geto. Friday 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you asked Gojo and Geto, the two insisted that they tag teamed you. And you were more than willing to try.
You greeted the two at the door with a smile, being embraced on both sides by the towering men. Gojo smirked, âhi baby,â while Geto placed a kiss to your neck, âhello princess.â
âHey guys.â
Gojo whistled, âYou look so fucking hot in that robe baby, canât wait to take it off ya.â You giggled, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to the room. âSo this is what fucking yourself for some horny men gets you..â Geto laughed.
âSo you guys have two options, i can crop and blur out your faces or you can wear these.â Holding up two masks for which both men shook their heads. Geto grinned, âFuck.. iâm hard just thinking about what weâre going to do to you.â
You found yourself on your hands and knees, Geto fucking roughly into while Gojo fucked your face. Your moans and cries muffled as you were rocked back and forth.
âShit,â Geto grunted, kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before landing a hard smack, âpussyâs so fucking tight.â You mewled onto Gojoâs cock, gagging and sputtering slightly at his length as he mercilessly slammed into your throat. Heavy balls slapping your chin with each movement.
Your eyes became teary, the feeling of Getoâs cock hammering your g spot making your head feel fuzzy as you whimpered. Your back arching with a string of cries and your breathing speeding up.
The two men watched as your body trembled, your tits shaking lewdly as squelching noises filled the air. Gojo groaned, his hand on your head forcing you to bob up and down his cock even faster as tears stained your cheeks.
The angled camera picking up the way you were destroyed on both ends. Your pussy clenching on Getoâs cock as a thick creamy ring formed at his base. You let out a short moan each time Getoâs cock bullied its way deeper.
Your words incoherent as you shakily announced that you were close. Your hand reaching down to rub at your clit with a high pitched cry.
âThatâs it pretty girl. Fucking cum for us.â Gojo groaned, his head falling back as he approached his own release. Your eyes rolled back as you came messily, squirting uncontrollably onto the bed and Getoâs thighs. The black haired man only grunting deeply at the force. âGood fucking girl.. making a mess just like a little slut.â
âThink you can take both of us at once?â Gojo questioned, and you swallowed hard when he pulled out of your mouth. His cock dripping sloppily with your spit. His fingers reached under your chin, lifting your head to look up at him. âWhat do you say baby?â
You whimpered, âO-okay.â Making both males grin.
Gojo grabbed the black mask, hurriedly putting it over his head before throwing one to Geto, the other man putting his on as well before getting themselves in place.
Geto sat at the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips on your ear as he whispered, âIf it hurts too much at any point i will stop okay?â You nodded in agreement, shivering as Geto used your wetness as lube.
His cock prodding at your ass before lowering you down slowly. Youâd used toys for anal before, so it wasnât bad apart from the small sting from his girth.
You moaned softly, your back on Getoâs chest with your front facing the main camera. The side camera picking up the way Gojo came up in front of you, Geto holding your legs up for his best friend to line up with your tightness.
You mewled loudly when Gojo thrusted into you. Your chest rising and falling rapidly at the fullness. You could feel both their cocks pushing against each other as they went deeper. Feeling them all the way in your stomach as you allowed yourself to get used to it.
You gave a nod signaling you were ready, your head resting on Getoâs shoulder while your nails dug into his biceps. Moaning loudly when they wasted no time in simultaneously fucking into you.
Matching each otherâs rhythm until you were crying out shakily, small tears staining your cheek as you clenched down in both ends. The two men grunting as they relentlessly drilled both your holes. Geto pulling out when Gojo thrusted in and Gojo pulling out when Geto thrusted in.
The two worked to find a pace that drove you over the edge, your mouth hung open in non stop cries as a coil built in your stomach. âNnghâ âm close.. feels so good.â You moaned, your vision blurring as your toes curled.
Gojoâs thumb swiped across your bottom lip, âYeah? Is our little baby gonna cum for us again?â He cooed, pushing his thumb past your lips for you to swirl your tongue around. A hum sounding in his throat before his palm connected with your cheek. A small yelp leaving you before your mouth was stuffed by his fingers again.
âLook at you taking both of us so well. Little fucking slut.â Geto gritted before groaning deeply, âIf ya keep squeezing me like that sweetheart, iâm gonna cum.â
You barely processed his words, your own high washing over you as you came. Your body shaking as you slobbered all over Gojoâs hand. Moaning out loudly while creaming his cock.
âShitâ there we go.â Geto breathed. Both he and Gojo husking out a curse as they both stilled. Pumping you full of cum from both ends. You swore you could feel your stomach swell when they finished.
You whimpered when Gojo slipped out of you first, his cum seeping out your pussy in spurts before Geto followed suit. Pulling out of your ass and allowing his cum to run out of the small gape.
Lifting you up and bending your folded body back. Revealing your leaking cunt and ass to the camera while you batted your lashes.
When you were done, both men fixed their hair from the mask. Gojo smirking widely as he panted, âFuck baby, shouldâve let us fuck you like this way sooner.â
Geto nodding in agreement, âYeah, if i knew you could take cock so well iâd be dicking you down more often.â
Your cheeks heated, the two chuckling as you led them into your master bathroom for a group shower.. and more.
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let me help yaâ relax.
thanos / player 230 x reader (squid game)
warnings â noncon, public (voyeurism), tears, kissing, use of the word bitch, use of the word rape, pussy kissing, choking, slight / barely but manhandling,
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âhey beautiful.â
âthe hell?â
standing right in front of you, or rather over you, player 230. it was night and everyone was asleep or sitting in a corner somewhere. you didnât know this guy besides seeing him the first two games and seeing him act like a fucking lunatic. you sit up and gather yourself.
âwhat do you want?â
âoh you know, just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.â
he does a cheeky smile. you stare. what do you even say to that. thank you i guess�
âuhââ
âno need to thank me, itâs what i do. just such a great fucking guy right?â
he picks at the cross on his neck before pulling a pill out and holds it out to you.
âyou use?â
âwhat?â
âdrugs. do you do drugs? or have you done them before?â
how the fuck did he manage to bring his shit in here for one, and for two; why the hell is he more worried about doing drugs rather than living. thatâd be the last thing youâd be thinking about.
âno. i dont do them and i dont have any interest in that.â
he does a fake pouty face.
âcome on babe, loosen up yaâknow? donât wanna stress your pretty little face out.â
he pops the pill in his own mouth. where was this guy going with this? he clearly wants to stay here, hence the big blue âOâ on his jacket. so if heâs bored he should go talk to the people on his side. how the hell could you relax watching people youâve gotten close to or even have just spoke to once die? meanwhile this dudes been jumping around having the time of his life while heâs been here. if this game ended tomorrow, heâd join it again a million times over. or maybe he wouldnât but the drugs in his system sure as hell would.
âyeah, no⊠i appreciate your kindness but i donât even know you and i think iâm just gonna lay back down.â
he grabs your hand and starts shaking it aggressively.
âmy names thanos, itâs great to meet you! now you know who i am.â
he smiles again. you just stare. thatâs not how it works at all. you could tell he was waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just brush it off and tell him again youâre going to lay back down. before you go to turn over and lay though, he grabs your face with both of his hands and presses your lips together into a deep kiss. he holds you there for a good while, and it felt like you were suffocating.
âwhat the fucks wrong with you?â
âbaby, you could be my new drug! change that âXâ into an âOâ, weâd be absolutely unstoppable!â
âthis is real life you idiot, not some fucking video game!â
you slap his hand away from you and try telling him to get lost, but he just grabs your wrist and pushes you back onto your bed. you yell at him to get the fuck off of you but he just presses a finger up to your mouth hushing you.
âsex is a great way to relieve stress. just let me make you feel good. donât be too loud though, unless you want the others to see us. but by all means, do it. itâs only going to make me harder.â
he laughed and winked at you. you suck the air through your teeth and he still holds onto your left wrist with one of his hands while letting the other one push at his chest. youâre more cautious with your voice level now and in a whisper you try again to get him to go.
âi donât want to have sex with you, can you just go? go jack off in the corner or mess with literally any other girl here!â
he ignores you for the time being and goes to push your pants down, but with your free hand you grab his hand to stop him.
âgee babe, how sweet of you to wanna hold my hand! but uh, i kinda need it to get to the fun part.â
he ignores your hand continuing to grab at his, not proving to be much use at all besides annoying him. he pushes your pants down, and then your panties to your ankles; acting as sort of some form of restraint. it would prove to be somewhat more difficult to kick at him now as your footing would get caught in the pant legs. he sits up off of your chest finally and starts to pull his pants and boxers off. you wanted to scream at him so badly to get off of you, to scream for some help, but you knew nobody would and all theyâd do was watch. it wasnât anybodyâs problem and they werenât going to make it theirs.
he cups your sex and starts rubbing circles at your tiny little hole to get you all soaked and ready for him. he leans down and he kisses it. he was literally about to start making out with your fucking pussy.
you squeezed your eyes shut and a couple tears come sliding down. god, first youâre in this game that seems normal, then people around you start getting shot, nobody wants to go home, and now youâre getting rapped by some crazy ass drug addict that calls himself fucking thanos. thanos! youâre pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his thumb on your face and him wiping your tears. you slightly open your eyes and he kisses you again. this time with your free hand you push as hard as you can at his face. he moves back and he makes an âowâ face and rubs his forehead. he grabs your used to be free wrist and just pushes it to your side and holds it there.
âitâs always the prettiest bitches that play fucking hard to get.â
he lines up his cock with your somewhat wet hole. he maybe wouldâve spent a little more time prepping you but you just ticked him off and he wasnât going to help you anymore than he already has.
âitâs alright, iâll have screaming my name and this whole place will know it by the time weâre done baby!â
oh god you were gonna be sick. you feel the sudden intrusion and you immediately tense. biting your lip back from screaming and shaking your head, tears flying left and right. you try to bend and claw your fingers at his hands that are holding yours down but it proves to be futile. you yell at him, while still keeping your voice down to stop and that heâs gotten enough and that he should go.
âaghâpleaseââ
âplease? youâfuckââyou want me to please keep going? well you donât have to tell me that, i was already going to!â
he keeps a fast pace going, and the bed might as well of slid off of the shitty bars it was being held up on. everybody sleeping above you could definitely feel the whole thing moving. you try to fish your legs out of your pants legs to at least have some sort of way of pushing him away but it proves to be slightly harder than you thought.
âfuck babeâyou feel soâfuck- so fucking good.â
he sucks the air through his teeth breathing heavy, while youâre doing the opposite and holding your breath.
âgod youâre so tight, and youâre so â mâ- so hot. i wish i could feel every inch of your â agh - youâre body but youâre too much of a fucking bitch, so i gotta keep yaâ still.â
he stops at an in thrust and moves his face down to yours, causing his cock to go deeper in you and causing you to bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. he presses his forehead to yours, your sweat causing them to almost stick together. he whispers to you while keeping perfect eye contact.
âbut youâre my fucking bitch right? youâll be my dumbed out little whore, baby. should get a tattoo on yaâ that says thanosâs bitch.â
he laughs, now moving down to your neck, starting to kiss all over it. leaving sweet marks all over as he starts thrusting into you again. you just feel his heavy hot breath against your neck and you just stare up at the bars above you and hold in the choked up sob threatening to come out. you feel his cock tense in you, threatening to shoot his load out and your eyes widen. he starts thrusting harder. he lets go of both your wrists and before you can even breathe out, relieved from the slightest bit of less pressure, he wraps both his hands around your throat and looks you in the eyes the whole entire time.
âcome on bab â fuckkâ- babe. look at me pleas- come on, watch how good you â you make me feel.â
you start to scratch at his his hands and his arms. heâd most definitely be marked up all over by the morning. finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe. you finally decide to look him in the eyes, sending him a pleading look to stop and to quit choking you, your face slowly starting to turn a shade of blue. upon your eyes looking at him, seeing those teary orbs and pleading face, it sends him over the edge. he sends a curse your way before he surprisingly pulls out, his load going all over the bed. he lets go of your neck and pulls up his boxers, falling on top of you. his weight making it hard for you to completely catch your breath. you start to choke and hiccup on your own tears before he looks up at you and strokes his hand across your face, catching a few tears in his hand.
âi told you it wouldnât be bad at all. donât you feel a little more at ease now? are you prepared for the games tomorrow?â
not at all. was he fucking delusional? he lays his head back on your chest, looking up at you like a child, and rubs his hands up your sides.
âtomorrow when we vote, you better change to an âOâ. wouldnât want my pretty girl to betray me after all.â
he does a fake pout at the end of that. you go to sit up to pull your pants back up but he stops you.
âuhm, allow me. wouldnât want you to do any hard labor! iâll take care of it all for ya.ââ
he pulls your panties and your pants up and sits up off of you, getting his own pants situated. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, looking at you in your eyes with a smile, your eyes still watering. and you send a glare his way.
âouch babe! you hurt me here.â
he smacks his chest a couple times where his heart was.
âiâd stay here and sleep with you, but my friends will want a piece of you too if they find out thatâs what i did tonight.â
you shudder at the thought of that.
âbut dont worry. iâll see you tomorrow. iâll see ya at breakfast, yeah?â
he pulls you in for one long kiss and you push him away and he almost falls into the next bed over. he grabs at his heart again dramatically.
âugh, i donât wanna leave you. weâll talk tomorrow though, kay? maybe have some more fun too.â
he winks at you again before turning over his shoulder and literally skipping away, running with his arms in the air and his hands in fists. you just hug your knees, crying into them, and now more than ever you wanted to go home. god this was so fucked. you just wanted to go to the bathroom and wash all over yourself but you knew they wouldnât let you in. you just keep a tight grip around your knees, trying to find some sort of solace while youâre stuck here.
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S/O That Wears Glasses- The Love And DeepSpace Men
pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader requested: by anonnie `ââ©âÂŽ -⧠genre/tags: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi lovelies ! âž(ïœĄË á” Ë )âžâĄ we're nawt gonna talk abt how long ago this request was ( ;ÂŽ - `;) this is a lil short but i should have other posts uploaded soon ! enjoy reading! (â©ËoËâ©)⥠thank yew @ilovemitsuya and @deusfoundry for helping MWAH âĄ(ËÍ ËÍ ) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
he adores you with or without them
The type to remove your glasses as soon as you both settle in for bed, believing you should feel comfortable and relaxed without them.
Sometimes he playfully tests how bad your vision is by leaning his face close, causing your face to flush
Whenever your glasses break during a mission, he immediately works to fix them on the spot so you can see clearly again.
Goes "boop" whenever he sees your glasses slipping off your nose while gently pushing them back up for you
Zayne:
He knows your exact prescription so he makes sure to always have an extra pair on him whenever you forget, lose, or accidentally break them
When he comes home late at night and finds you asleep with your glasses on, he gently takes them off for you, carefully placing them on the nightstand or back in their case
He would carry a small cloth on him whenever your glasses get smudged
One time he accidentally grabbed your glasses when rushing back to the hospital, not realizing how much smaller they felt
Gets you matching sunglasses that he wears often in the cafe so you can wear them when the sun is too bright
Rafayel:
The type to act cute whenever he tries to put on your glasses for you but ends up poking your eye. Heâll end up rambling many apologies right after
Attempt two. Covers your eyes- unless your vision is already bad, to surprise kiss you. Sometimes he covers your eyes and heâll say âguess whoooo cutie?â
Attempt three. When you were looking for your glasses, he'd place them on top of his head. When you finally spot them and reach up to grab it, he'd lean down to your level and press a sweet kiss on your lips before handing them over
He'd make you a personal and special goggles so you can dive into the sea together. He'd also make a cute case for your glasses that's designed perfectly for you
Sylus:
When your current glasses feel too uncomfortable, heâll go shopping with you to find a pair thatâs more comfortable and suited to your style. Heâll even engrave something special for you on the temples. The same goes for when your glasses break after you accidentally leave them on the bed or couch, making his fifty pounds of voluptuous ass accidentally sit on them. He would have to remind you to be careful where you place them.
Heâll offer to read things out for you if youâre reading a book, using a tablet, or trying to read a menu way to close to your face
Brushes your hair out of the way when your glasses start to slip down your nose or get out place
Whenever he leans in to kiss you, he gently lifts your glasses off to make sure nothing comes between the two of you

Caleb:
If you lost your glasses somewhere at the house, detective Caleb is on it. Heâll reassure you that heâll look for it himself because he doesnât want you to bump into anything or hurt yourself- depending on how bad your vision is
Heâs playfully taken your glasses before just to see how theyâd look on him but then he realized that they were too small for him. But really he just wanted to know how your vision is just in case he could be even more helpful for you.
Anytime you go out with him, heâll help adjust your glasses for you whenever he sees them slipping off.
Finds it cute whenever your glasses get fogged up whenever you eat something steamy or cook something steamy with him. Heâll offer to feed it to you or heâll let you cook with different ingredients instead
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Geto would beg to put it inâŠ
hahahhehehehoohooho yes he would
geto needs to zip tie his mouth shut because itâs so FILTHY
MDNI
He would rub the tip up and down your folds, smearing his cock all over your pussy lips, looking down at you with a weak smile.
"Please baby, wanna put it in now, please." He begged. Your hand was gripped firmly against his scalp, his soft hair between your fingers. "Mmm, but it feel so good when you rub your tip on my clit like that."
He repeated the action again, hoping him obeying you would let him get his cock inside you sooner. "They're kissing, how cute." you whined.
Geto looked down between the two of you and saw your little clit catch perfectly in the slit of his dick when he used it to rub circles against the nub. When he looked back up at your flushed face, pretty eyes staring up at him through your lashes, he had to try not to blow his load prematurely.
He gripped the base of his cock firmly, aiding him in staving off his orgasm. "Yeah yeah so cute,â he rushed, âCan I please put it in now? Gonna cum all over your clit if I dont stop rubbin it like this." need laced in his voice when he spoke.
He had started to slide his cock back down to your entrance, getting stopped in his ministrations when you yanked his head back, making him whine, "Fuck!" he groaned, tip leaking out more precum at the delicious pain on his scalp.
"Maybe I wont let you put it in at all, since youre being so impatient," you huffed breathily, trying to sound dominate but the need ultimately sneaking its way into your voice.
"Come onnnnn," Geto dragged out the syllables, "I know you need it too.." Leaning his big frame down over yours, pressing his mouth to your ear as his deep voice vibrated in your ears, "Please let me fuck you baby, need to cum so deep inside your little pussy, need it so bad." He teasingly groaned when your hold that was still on his head made itself known again, pulling the strands at his dirty words.
"You like that idea?" he kept pushing, knowing he was winning you over, "want me to stuff you full of my cum, huh?" he moaned into your ear, pressing the tip against the tight ring of your cunt before retracting the pressure, repeating that action a couple times, successfully making you needy for him.
"S-supposed to be you begging m-me, not the other way around suguru." you wined, feeling yourself lose the hold you had over him, geting lost in the pleasure and promise of what was to come.
"Your so right baby," he cooed, sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth and stimulating it with his tongue before he spoke again, "Please let me put it in, pretty please." He asked, concecending tilt in the undertones of his pleasding voice, âM about to cum jusâ thinking about itâŠâ
"O-ok, you can put it i-" Sentence getting cut off with a moan when he thrusted the entire length of his cock inside you all at once.
Geto buried his face into the crook of your neck, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw when he was fully inside, "F-fuckkk, haha," he groaned, balls already twitching, and stomach coiling with the need to cum. "So- fucking- tight-" He growled, fucking his words into you.
Lifting his head to get a better view of your face, he caressed the side of your teary cheek when he spoke, "Thank you for letting me fuck you baby, so fucking good to me." Groans and moans filled the air as he thoroughly fucked you into the mattress for the rest of the night in appreciation.
yeaahhhh, geto would def beg to put it in :p
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BATBOYS WITH A STYLISH READER ââ .âŠ
a/n: so I tried to base this off of me because I like genuinely LOVE fashion and creativity (my closet is seriously so full rn but I keep buying and buying but soon Iâm gonna donate some pieces I never wore/ wonât wear again when iâm like moving in 5/6 months (in April) but anyways yeahh this is requested by the wonderful @luvly_writer (I GENUINELY DONT KNOW WHY MY MENITONS ARENT WORKING TODAY!?!?
tags: (batboys x stylish reader á„«áĄ)
DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŠ
Dickâs always had a decent sense of fashion, but after meeting you, he realized his wardrobe could use some spicing up.
âOkay, I need help,â he says, holding up his closet of endless leather jackets and dark jeans. âItâs starting to feel like Iâm a character in a some main character show..â (this tiktok HELPP here)
You pull together a sleek but casual look for him, fitted trousers, a patterned button-up, and a blazer. When he sees himself in the mirror, he whistles.
âAre you sure Iâm not about to walk the runway?â
He loves when you add your flair to his outfits, often saying, âThis is why Iâm with you.â
Eventually, Dick starts mimicking your style in small waysâaccessories, boots, and bolder colors. Heâll even joke, âYouâre rubbing off on me in more ways than one.â
JASON TODD ââ .âŠ
Jason scoffs at the idea at first. âI donât need to be styled. My leather jacket and boots are timeless, I donât need like bags and purses like you.â
But then he starts noticing the way you turn heads wherever you go and how people always stop you to ask where you got your hat or etc from, and he gets curious.
One day, he half-jokingly says, âAlright, fashionista. Make me look less like I just rolled out of a biker gang.â
You have so much fun dressing him in a sharp, dark button-up, fitted jeans, and Chelsea boots. When you suggest a leather trench coat instead of his usual jacket, he raises an eyebrow but ends up loving it.
âI look like a villain trying blow up something in broad daylight,â he says, smirking. âBut, like, a hot one.â
Jason doesnât fully change his wardrobe, but he starts incorporating your suggestionsâbetter fits, fewer holes in his shirts, and maybe a sweater or two. He always claims itâs to âshut you up,â but deep down, he loves how confident it makes him feel when his s/o chooses stuff for him.
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŠ
Timâs wardrobe is functional. Itâs not bad because thereâs a DIFFERENCE, Timothy drake wayne dresses in suits and is high end and chic but regular tim well⊠tim Is tim but he DOES care about what he wears just not like that serious about it, but itâs very much âguy who spends more time in front of a computer than a mirror.â
One day, he asks, âDo you think I should update my wardrobe? You know, to look⊠presentable?â
You practically light up, dragging him out for a shopping spree.
Heâs a little overwhelmed by how excited you are, but he secretly loves the attention.
You pick out layered outfitsâhoodies with tailored jackets, clean sneakers, and pants that actually fit. When he tries them on, heâs surprised at how good he looks.
âSo this is what it feels like to be stylish,â he muses.
Over time, Tim starts borrowing pieces of your style. Heâll wear scarves, experiment with glasses frames, and even tuck his shirts in occasionally. You catch him researching minimalist fashion on Pinterest once, and he sheepishly admits, âYouâre a bad influence.â
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŠ
Damian has a sharp sense of style already (thanks, Talia and Bruce), but he finds himself intrigued by your unique flair.
âYou have a good eye for aesthetics,â he says one day, almost shyly. âPerhaps you could lend me some⊠insight.â
Styling Damian is like working with a blank canvasâheâs open to trying new things as long as it doesnât compromise his dignified image.
You help him experiment with layered textures, sleek boots, and subtle patterns. He refuses anything too colorful but surprises you by agreeing to a deep emerald green blazer.
âI look⊠distinguished,â he admits, staring at his reflection.
He starts taking inspiration from your wardrobe, incorporating more modern and creative touches into his outfits. Every now and then, heâll ask, âWhat do you think of this?â before leaving for an event.
Damian also becomes oddly protective of your style. If someone tries to copy you, heâll say something like, âFlattery may be the sincerest form of imitation, but itâs wasted when done poorly.â
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŠ
Bruce is already a style icon, but when he starts noticing the effortless way you put together outfits, he gets curious.
âWhat would you do with this suit?â he asks, gesturing to one of his many black ensembles.
You tease him for being so predictable but suggest a few changesâadding a pocket square, switching up his tie, and choosing a dark navy instead of black.
When he steps out in the new look, even Alfred raises an approving eyebrow.
âNow Iâll have to think about my outfits.â
He begins to take subtle cues from your style, occasionally asking for your opinion before galas. You catch him sneaking glances at your Pinterest boards once, and he pretends itâs for âbusiness purposesâ (you had to private your pin board after because he keeps buying 10 of each of what you put on your Pinterest board.)
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âA BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?â
â gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:
satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.
truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.
he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than youâre. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.
thatâs why youâre not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, âwifey, I am home!â
you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, âwhat did you get this time?â
âI thought you would never ask,â he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.
youâre sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, âfirst off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dadâs instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,â he grins.
you nod absentmindedly as he continues, âsecond, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?â he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, âeh, I donât care, but itâs pretty so who cares?â
he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, âright, baby?â he coos, âdaddyâs going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!â
youâre about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but youâre quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.
your husbandâs gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, âcan you do that again for me, pretty?â
his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, âsomehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?â
âright, âtoru,â you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.
NANAMI KENTO:
whenever someone asks you about kento, you canât find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.
yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.
you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.
in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.
ây/n, would you like anything else?â
a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.
he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, âno, thank you, kento.â
he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, âwe should start preparing the babyâs room,â he murmurs softly.
you nod, head resting on his shoulder, âyouâre right. we need to welcome our little princess well.â
he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, âI assembled the crib already so thatâs something to be proud of.â
nanamiâs arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, âmy strong, independent, and reliable husband,â you sigh happily, âwhatever will I do without you?â
he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, âflattery is getting you nowhere.â
âbut it does!â you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, âwhat do you think, baby? is mommy right?â
to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, âkento, did you feel that?!â
ââŠyeah,â his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami canât help but press a kiss to your stomach, âlooks like she is a strong, healthy baby.â
 âjust like her dad,â you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.
nanamiâs gaze quickly snaps to you, âwhatâs wrong?â
âif she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.â
GETO SUGURU:
geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.
in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that youâre accompanied by someone.
today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.
no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, âgeto-sama! you have to see what just happened!â
with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, âis y/n okay? did something happen?â
the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, âshe is okay! but something important really did happen!â
somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?
after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.
you giggle, ââcalm down, suguru,â you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, âcan you feel it?â
âfeel it? what do you meanââ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.
you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.
he rests his head against your stomach, âhow are you, little buddy?â
geto chuckles softly, âbetter not cause trouble for your pretty mom,â his eyes lock with yours, âI hate to see her in pain or discomfort.â
you roll your eyes before patting your husbandâs head, âyouâre quite the charmer, arenât you?â
âI would rather only charm you, yâknow,â he chuckles.
the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.
nanako snickers a little before teasing, âthat line was a bit cheesy, no?â
he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
itâs safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.
he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the âbratâ in you was his âbratâ as well.
he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.
he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.
that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, youâre carrying his child.
after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.
he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.
he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.
he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.
he sighs, âjust what the hell am I going to do with you?â
he feels a light kick against his palm.
his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, âwhat? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?â
as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, âsukuna, donât be mean to the babyâŠâ
âI am not trying to, woman,â he grumbles, âthat kid is just short-tempered.â
sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesnât stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, âoh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.â
you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, âhe got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.â
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my brain has two modes of language:
the one I'm using
the one I'm not
like if im speaking French and I need a german word my brain is gonna pick from all other languages I know. you MIGHT get a German word. you might get an english one. you WONT get a French one.
today I tried to say "oh look an owl" in german but idk the German word for look so my brain just seamlessly filled it in with the Japanese word, of course.
#i understand english and french#because ive know them since birth#my japanese is tourist level. i had an elderly japanese neighbor when i was 12 n ive been learning on and off since she started teaching me#my german is. complicated. my mom conceived me in germany and lived there for years before i was born#so theres always been bits of german shes just incorporated into english that i never questioned#like do i know the words to o christmas tree? no. do i know the words to o Tannenbaum?...yes.#danke was used more often than thank you#i didnt realized most people dont immediately go to Gesundheit as opposed to bless you if theyre not religious#also ive been learning german on and off again proper since i was 15#prism.exe#cass.exe
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miguel oâhara stars in⊠âTHE SWEETER THE JUICEâ o(^-^)o

ăïŸïœ„*:.ïœĄ..ïœĄ. miguel oâhara x reader .ïœĄ. .ïœĄ.:*ăïŸïœ„
SMUT
now heâs finally got you pregnant, heâs gonna do what heâs been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.
same universe as this miguel.
cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, theyâre finally married!
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@cheonstapes : sheâs back! again!
if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, itâd definitely be your tits.
if you think he was obsessed before â you donât wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest â not that he was complaining.
âfor fucks-sake, again?â
he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when heâs bending you over the bed and fucking you raw â luckily for him.
âhere, honey. lift your arms for me.â
as you do, he pulls the shirt up â the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. âah, shit â thanks, baby. but fuck, am iâm so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!â you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.
âmaybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love â you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.â miguelâs voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck â kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.
âmigs, how many times are you gonna say that?â
âas many as it takes for you to finally listen.â
the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut â he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much â especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.
it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. âdios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamĂĄ mĂĄs guapa, Âżverdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.â miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband â but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.
the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over â pushing your back against the edge of the counter. âshitâŠbeen waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.â
mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip â craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you â his tip catching against your engorged clit. âmâmigs, baby, fuckâŠâ the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.
the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body â dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard â his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. âgonna paint my girls in my cum, love â sĂ© una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mĂ.â
ââcourse, baby.â you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry â head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. âgod, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamĂ?â his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter â kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.
âmmph â yâknow, i heard cumâs good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits â i think we should do this more often, love.â
âmigs, if you werenât, like â a whole scientist, i mightâve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.â
ââŠi mean, you said it â not me.â
all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

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â ïœĄâĄ ENHYPEN REACTION TO THEIR S/O KISSING THEIR FACE AND CALLING IT SKINCARE
(NOTES) bf!enha x gn!r && reaction, requested đ° dani notes: oh my gosh.. this was the cutest request i got ever !!
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you lean in, pressing soft kisses all over heeseungâs face, starting with his forehead and working your way down to his cheeks. âwhat are you doing, baby?â he asks, a smile tugging at his lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity. you giggle, placing another kiss on his nose. âitâs your new skincare routine, handsome,â you reply teasingly, â100% effective.â heeseung chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. âoh, really? thatâs a pretty sweet method. i think i need some more, just to be sure,â he smirks, leaning in for another kiss. you happily oblige, leaving more playful kisses on his face. âmy skinâs gonna be glowing after this,â he jokes. âgood, youâll look even more perfect, love.â he blushes slightly, holding you even tighter. "i guess i canât argue with results like these.â
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you gently cup jayâs face, pressing soft kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. âwhatâs all this, angel?â he asks with a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling in amusement. you grin, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. âitâs skincare,â you say playfully, âthe best kind, guaranteed to make you even more handsome.â jay chuckles, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he pulls you closer. âoh, so thatâs your secret?â he teases, eyes sparkling. âguess iâll need this routine every day, huh?â you nod, planting another kiss on his jaw. âexactly, consider it your daily treatment.â he lets out a soft hum, his smile growing wider as he holds your hand. âwell, in that case, iâm not complaining. feels like magic already, baby.â
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you canât help but lean in again, leaving another string of kisses on jakeâs cheeks. he scrunches up his nose playfully, giggling, âhey, you missed a spot right here,â he points to his lips with a cheeky grin. you laugh, rolling your eyes but still giving him a quick kiss on the lips. âthere, happy now?â you tease, and he beams, pulling you into a hug. âyep, skincare and a little bonus,â he says, his voice muffled against your shoulder. âiâm gonna have the softest skin in the world thanks to you, baby.â you smile into his hair, holding him close. âi should start charging for these treatments,â you joke, and he laughs, the sound warm and bright. ânah, youâll never get rid of me, love. iâm signing up for the lifetime membership.â
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you press soft kisses across sunghoonâs forehead and cheeks, and he blinks, clearly confused. âuh... what are you doing?â he asks, his brows furrowing slightly as you giggle and continue your little routine. âitâs skincare, hoon,â you say matter-of-factly, planting another kiss on his nose. he stares at you, processing for a moment, before finally breaking into a soft smile. âskincare⊠with kisses?â he repeats, still trying to wrap his head around it. âyup, 100% effective,â you tease, leaving another kiss on his jaw. he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. âyouâre so weird,â he mutters under his breath, but thereâs a hint of affection in his voice as he pulls you closer. âbut if this is skincare, i guess i could get used to it, babe.â he leans in slightly, a shy grin on his lips. âi mean, for the sake of healthy skin, right?â
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sunoo chuckles softly as you press yet another kiss on his cheek. âbaby, thatâs enough⊠ack!â he squeaks as you quickly kiss the tip of his nose, then his forehead, calling it "skincare." he playfully swats at your hands but doesn't move away, his cheeks reddening. "seriously, you're gonna bite off my cheek or something," he laughs, his eyes crinkling as you smother his face with more gentle kisses. âi donât think this counts as skincare, you know.â despite his protests, he leans into your touch, clearly enjoying it. âokay, okay, last one,â he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as you land a kiss on his lips. then, with a mischievous glint, he pulls you in for a soft, lingering kiss of his own. "my turn for 'skincare,'" he whispers, giggling.
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jungwon scrunches his nose as you plant a kiss on his cheek, then another on his forehead. âwhat are you doing?â he asks, amused but confused. âitâs skincare,â you say with a grin, placing yet another kiss on his jawline. he laughs softly, shaking his head. âbaby, i donât think thatâs how it worksâŠâ but before he can protest further, youâre covering his face with more kisses. âokay, okayâenough!â he giggles, cheeks flushed, but heâs not really pulling away. âyouâre so cute, but this isn't skincare.â still, when you stop, he leans in, capturing your lips with his. âlet me show you how itâs done,â he murmurs between kisses, pulling you closer. "this is much better," he whispers, smiling against your lips.
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riki raises an eyebrow as you kiss his cheek, then his forehead. âwhatâs this all about?â he asks, a smirk forming on his lips. âitâs skincare,â you say, all serious, planting another kiss on his jaw. he snickers, leaning back. âoh, skincare, huh? well, maybe you should go into business.â he teases, poking your side as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. âbut i think you're just using that as an excuse to kiss me,â he adds, grinning wide. ânot that iâm complaining,â he says, winking playfully. you roll your eyes and kiss his nose, which makes him burst into a fit of giggles. âokay, okay, baby, thatâs enough,â he laughs, but then leans in, his forehead against yours. âactually... i could use a little more 'skincare,'â he says before stealing a quick kiss from you, flashing you that smile.
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*Feral noises*
I need more Price and sidechick!! (Also, it was amazing) -đ»âš
IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT ANON đ»âš>O<
THIS TOOK A WHILE IM SORRY, but here you go..!
part 1 of Sugardaddy!Price where you're just his sidechick.. đ
or are you? *vsauce theme playing*
thanks to auntie @ahobaka-trash for beta <3
Pairing : Price x Gaz x f!Reader, implied poly141 x f!reader tw : oral sex (m receiving), foot job, dubcon, infidelity (or is it?), workplace harassment, praise kink, daddy kink word count : 6731 rated : E AO3
Between Him and Him
The night was full of passion, where pleasure was shared with every touch. Fingers intertwined on the sheet, squeezing with every collision of his hips against yours. His beard rubbed against your skin as his lips left a trail of marks down your neck. Rough fingers oh so skillfully working their magic, placed between your thighs to dance on your clit, rubbing, circling, pinching-
You shook your head and sighed shakily, scolding yourself in your head. This was no time and place to remember that. Your hands tapped your cheeks which felt warm to the touch, before looking around, hoping there were no mind-readers present.
You almost jolted when perfectly manicured nails tapped against your desk, sharp and deliberate. You looked up to find your bossâs wife staring down at you, her expression taut with barely contained anger. Swallowing hard, you quickly stoodâwhile instinctively making yourself seem smaller in her presence. Stammering out an apology, you braced yourself as she launched into a scathing lecture on workplace etiquette.
Used to it by now, you only looked down at your heels and listened. From the very first day you started working as her husbandâs secretary, she had always been hostile towards you. You never understood why until one day you overheard her accusing your boss of cheating on her with you.
You almost laughed at the time. As if you'd do something like that.
But now, an image of John Price flashed in your head. His smile, his touches.
The ring on his finger.
"Are you even listening!?" You snapped out of your thoughts at the sharp tone.Â
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.." You murmured, fingers twitching as you held back from fidgeting with your skirt.
After enduring another round of berating, you sighed in relief when you saw your boss finally emerge from his office and beckoning his wife over.
You watched as she made a public claim of her husband, kissing his cheek before clinging to his arm as they both disappeared behind the door. You saw a glimpse of her smug smirk before the door was fully closed.
You snorted.
A pause.
Then your shoulders sagged.
As you sank back into your seat, your mind raced with the thought of a similar scenarioâbut this time, it was John's wife who stood in her place.
Just then, your phone buzzed. As if he was summoned by your thoughts, his name appeared on the screen.
Despite getting an earful about work ethics previously, you answered the call and cradled your phone between your shoulder and ear. "Hello?"
"Hi darling, I hope I'm not bothering you" His deep voice rumbled, sending a shiver down your spine which made you feel ashamed for having such a reaction just from his voice alone.
"No sir" You responded, acting like you were taking a work-related call as your eyes focused on the documents you needed to proofread.
You heard Johnâs low chuckle and instinctively squeezed your thighs under the desk. "You're off work at 6 like usual?" He asked, to which you responded with a nod.
It took you a second to remember that he couldn't see you. Wow, even without him being physically present, he was still able to make you dumb.
"Yes, sir, 6.00 pm" You finally answered.
"Good" He purred. "I'll pick you up later, yeah?" He added.
"Um- ok-" you didn't manage to finish your sentence before he started speaking again. "From work, not your place"
At his words, you found yourself frowning. âUm- what do you mean?â You asked.
He never picked you up from work, you prefer that he come to your house anyway. So youâd have time to retouch your makeup and change into a more suitable outfit for the date. You didnât like being to go out unprepared, he knew that.
âIâm taking you to my houseâ You heard him say.
..What?
He never took you to his place before, and you assumed it was because of the missus.
..Is this like one of those porno where he fantasized about fucking his mistress in the space he shared with his partner?
You should feel disgusted, really.. you should stop interacting with him, block him, ghost him, avoid him at all costs.
But your body betrayed that thought as you felt the heat simmering below your belly. Your face heated up in embarrassment. Ashamed.
Well, at least you were still capable of feeling shame.
âI want you to meet someoneâ John continued like he could read your mind.
Oh.
He probably wanted to introduce you to his wife so she could see for herselfâthat you were just a friend, or something, nothing more. A way to earn her trust, to ease her worries about suspicion of infidelity. You wondered if she had grown suspicious, which made him come up with such an idea.
If so, agreeing to this made you more of a bad person than you already were.
â..Okayâ You responded against your better judgment.
Before he could speak again, you remembered something and spoke up again. âAnd oh- John..â You purred softly with the tone you used whenever you wanted something. He seemed to understand it immediately with how he let out an amused chuckle.
âGot it darling, checking out everything in your cart right away.â He uttered firmly, like a soldier following an order.
You felt giddy for being able to get a man like him wrapped around your finger.
Talked too soon.
âIâm expecting the payment first, love.. talk to you later,â He murmured seductively before hanging up.
You could only sigh and smile, and if anyone was looking at you right now, they could see red flushing your cheeks.
Looking around, you made sure no one was actually looking at you before you lifted your phone for a selfie to send him as the payment, snapping multiple pictures with the same pose and slightly different angles. You made sure the camera caught your cleavage that peeked out from your blouse, knowing how he often showed favoritism to your tits even though he worshipped every curve of your body.
You always noticed the way his pupils dilated whenever you wrapped your hands around his arm and made it rest between your breasts, the way he would casually cop a feel of your boob during cuddles, playing with them in a way that made you think you could cum from him fondling your breasts alone, the scratch of his beard as his groans were muffled when he buried his nose between the mounds, big hands squeezing them together like he wanted to suffocate himself with them, how he always need to have them in his hands whenever he pounded into you-
You let out an embarrassing yelp when you feel someone tap your shoulder.
A familiar chuckle was heard which made you look up, feeling a tad bit disappointed to see your boss instead of a certain someone who had been living in your head rent-free.
âAre you okay? Called your name a few times there.â He said with a head tilt and that signature smirk.
âYes sir, Iâm sorry.. I was just thinking..â You stuttered, looking down in remorse. You felt your cheeks warming up, hoping that he didnât notice the look on your face when you were previously lost in such thoughts.
You felt his hand linger on your shoulder before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The office light caught the glint of his wedding ring as he pulled his hand away.
He seemed to notice you glancing at it from how his lips curled in a crooked smirk. âShe already left, donât worry.â He said, amused that you didnât seem to notice that either.
Suddenly, you understood why his wife was wary of you.
âUm, what do you need me for, sir?â You asked, trying to keep professional despite the disgust you feel. Something you never felt when you were with John, even though the older man held the same relationship status.
âThe meeting,â His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing in something close to amusement. "You were supposed to remind me, I was waiting for you."
Your stomach dropped.
Heart racing, you clicked open his schedule, scanning the time. Five minutes.
Shit.
You cursed John in your head for leaving you unable to focus properly on your job.
You stood up so quickly your chair scraped against the floor. "Iâm so sorry, sir. I lost track of timeâ"
"I noticed."
You could feel the heat creeping up your neck. He didnât look upsetâif anything, he seemed entirely too entertained by your flustered reaction.
"It wonât happen again," you promised, already gathering your tablet and notes.
His gaze flickered over youâcalm, assessing, just a little too lingering. Then, "Relax." A faint smirk. "I figured you were busy. Thatâs why I came looking for you."
Part of you wondered if he had waited in his office for something else to happen if you had come to him.
"Letâs go," he said, stepping aside for you to walk first.
As you did, you swore you could feel his gaze on you, feel the weight of his gaze on your ass. You held back from tugging your skirt down.
Seriously, whatâs with you and married men recently..
The day went on in a drag. Usually, you had no problem zoning out as your body moved on itâs own, slipping into the routine of your job. When time slipped away from you, swallowed by emails, reports, and an endless to-do list.
But today was different. Ever since you noticed how your boss sees you in a way that he shouldnât, you became more aware of everything. The way he purposefully brushed his hand with yours when you handed him something, how he placed his hand at the small of your back, how he not so subtly peeked down the collar of your blouse.
How come you never noticed it before?
It made you uncomfortable, overshadowing your previous anxiety at the thought of John taking you to his house.
His house, the place he lived in, with his spouse.
Come to think of it, both situations were practically the same.
Even so, youâd rather be with John than anyone else.
You resisted letting out a sigh of relief as the clock finally hit 6 PM. Heels clacked against the pristine floor as you fast-walked back to your desk, swiftly tidying everything up.
âNeed a ride?â You froze when you turned around, almost bumping into your boss looking down at you.
âUm- no sir, thank youâ You responded quickly before sidestepping to walk past him.
His hand caught your arm, pulling you back towards him before smoothly slipping around your shoulders. âCome on, itâs almost getting dark out, not safe for someone like you to be out aloneâ He said before dragging you away to the exit.
Your stomach twisted. Refusing him outright felt impossibleâhe was your boss, after all. Powerful. Untouchable. And if he took offense⊠your job wasnât exactly secure.
âSir, please.. i already-â You tried to plead but then a familiar voice called out your name.
The deep, gravely voice cut through the thick tension like a knife.
As you turned your head to look, and you relaxed as the familiar figure stepped closer. John. He was dressed casuallyâjeans and a fitted jacketâbut his stance was firm, his expression calm but unwavering.
You bit your bottom lip, God heâs so-
Your bossâs jaw tensed. âAnd you are?â
John barely spared him a glance. âHer boyfriend,â he said smoothly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His tone was casual, but there was an edge to itâsubtle, dangerous.Â
Blue eyes shifted to you, like he was expecting you to move to his side. So you did.
A strong arm slid around your waist.
Your heart hammered, but you nodded quickly. âRight. Heâs, uh, here to pick me up.â
Your boss smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. He then looked between the two of you, assessing. Eyes lingered at the ring on Johnâs finger, the corner of his lips twitched knowingly before he exhaled a low chuckle. âI see. Well, drive safe.â
John didnât wait until your boss left, couldnât care less for the retreating footsteps as he focused on you. His fingers gently held your chin, guiding your gaze away from your boss and onto him.
âYou alright, luv?â he asked quietly.
You were still shaken, hands trembling as you felt your heart thumping up to your throat. You were not alright, but you nodded anyway.
He glanced down at you, giving you a once-over like he didnât buy your response. He always had a way of reading you, picking up on what you felt without you ever needing to say a word. So he knew better than to push. With a small tilt of his head, he simply murmured. âLet's go thenâ
The ride to his house was quiet, safe for the soft hum of whatever was playing on the radio. Outside, the night sky loomed dark, concealing the clouds that had silently gathered. Eventually, raindrops tapped gently against the car window, their rhythmic pitter-patter lulling you into a fragile sense of ease. For a while, the silence felt almost comfortingâuntil he finally spoke.
âHow long has that been going on?â His voice was low, gentle, yet beneath it lingered an unmistakable edge. His protectiveness slipped through the cracks.
It took you a while to process his words, couldnât think with his musk penetrating your nostrils, the warmth of his hand which rested on your thigh at the hem of your skirt, his thumb drawing small circles on your soft skin.
âI-i think.. itâs been a whileâ You stuttered meekly.
He scoffed. âYou think?â he tutted, scolding in a playful manner. His grip on your thigh tightened briefly before easing, his thumb resuming its slow, deliberate caress.
âI-i never really paid attention..â You responded quietly, cursing your own stupidity in your head. Come to think of it, you shouldâve noticed since the beginning. From the way your boss looked at you, to how his wife took a dislike in you. Yet, youâve always brushed it off, and now you were left to face the consequences with how bold heâd become.Â
âQuit your job,â He said. A demand uttered in a calm tone that was edged with steel. It carried the weight of authority, leaving no room for argument.
âW-what? i canât just-â You cut yourself short when his blue eyes shifted to you, pinning you on the spot.
âI've told you already, you donât need to work when you have me, sweetheart,â He said in a softer tone, the words uttered were soothing. His hand slipped higher beneath your skirt, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
Well⊠he wasnât wrong. He was your sugar daddy, after all. Whatever you wanted or needed, heâd provideâwhether you asked for it or not. As he had been nothing less than that ever since you met him. And would continue to provide as long as you kept being his good girl. You could trust everything with him, right?
The moonlight caught the gleam of his ring, a fleeting glint in the corner of your eye.
No.
You were smart enough to not put any hope to a married man. Didnât want to face the reality of him choosing between you and his spouse one day. You could endure everything for now, content with receiving his attention and money even though you knew it was wrong. You couldnât help it, when somewhere along the way, youâd unintentionally started to have feelings for him.
Looking away with a pout, you responded âIâve only worked there for three months.. it would be bad for my CV-â Your words faltered, lost in a sharp inhale as his finger went further up to trace along the edge of your panties beneath your skirt.
âDonât test me, dollâ The rumble in his tone sent a shiver down your spine.
You exhale shakily, cheeks flushed red, ashamed of your own reaction.
âA-alright, iâll think about it..â You responded, with a voice that was too high and more shaky than you wouldâve liked.
He hummed, fingertips moving to the front before squeezing your clothed clit gently between two digits. âTry again, babyâ.
A whimper slipped from your lips as your thighs instinctively squeezed shut, only to draw a breathy moan when the movement only made the sensation worsen for the better.
âY-yes, daddy..â You breathed out pathetically.
âGood girlâ he responded, his eyes were now focused on the road. Though, his hand stayed between your legs.
You didnât know what to expect when the front door opened. Maybe a sweet lady who would make you feel guilty for being a homewrecker. Or a weary, hollow-eyed woman who had long since stopped loving her husband. Perhaps even a striking, glamorous beautyâsomeone who only married him for the money.
Well, you certainly didn't expect to see the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. He looked like he just walked out of a Vogue magazine cover.
Broad shoulders, a solid chest, and arms that looked like they could hold the weight of the world without breaking a sweat. Defined muscles, sculpted but not exaggerated, hint at power without intimidation. His skin was a warm, rich brown, smooth and sun-kissed, complementing the deep chocolate of his eyes. But it was his smileâsoft, warm, teasingâthat made him truly ethereal.
His gaze rested at you tenderly while you stood there, gaping like an idiot.
âYou must be..â He uttered, followed by your name, his voice smooth as silk, wrapping around each syllable like a slow, deliberate caress
Damn, even his voice was sinful.
Why the fuck did John cheat on him.
âYes, um.. that's me, yeah.â You responded dumbly, blushing even harder when you heard him and John chuckle.
What should you introduce yourself as? John didn't rehearse anything with you-
âJohn told me a lot about you,â He said before you could break down and tell him everything about how you had been sleeping with his husband.
âIâm Kyle, by the wayâ he added, extending his hand for you to shake.
You shook his hand and hoped that your palm wasn't as sweaty as you thought it was.
He didn't let go until you did. And when he did, his touch lingered.
Or perhaps it was just in your head.
The light above caught a glint of the ring on his finger. A ring similar to Johnâs.
You shifted your gaze away from it.
âCome in, then,â Kyle said as he stepped aside.
As you walked through the door, you saw John kissed him tenderly out of the corner of your eyes. You chose to focus on admiring the interior of the house, looking anywhere but at them.
The atmosphere inside was calm, steady, a quiet sanctuary from the rest of the world. It wasnât extravagant or overly decorated, but it still felt homey.
Made you feel like an intruder.
âJohn said you like pasta,â You sensed Kyleâs presence beside you which took you by surprise. His hand was placed at the small of your back as he escorted you to the kitchen.
The touch felt more intimate than it should. But you were too confused by everything to think much of it.
The dining table was set with effortless charm, set with care but without unnecessary formality. Multiple plates of steaming truffle pasta were arranged neatly; the rich, earthy aroma wafting through the air.
You were still trying to figure out what was happening. For what reason did John invite you here, what kind of stuff had he told his husband about you.
From what you were seeing, you could assume that this was a casual dinner. It also seemed that John had been talking about you to Kyle a lot, but why? Wouldn't it make Kyle suspicious? Maybe that was why John invited you over, to get Kyle to lower his guard by knowing you, your previous theory might be correct. But the way Kyle acted towards you was odd, there was no hint of jealousy in his eyes. If anything, he greeted you way too nicely than he should-
Everything was too confusing, you should just stop thinking.
âOh- sorry, i didn't bring anything-â You replied as you looked up at Kyle with wide eyes.
Kyle exhaled an amused chuckle as he pulled out a chair for you to sit. âWhy do you need to bring anything?â He responded with a teasing tone.
âWell.. um.. to be polite..?â You said after you sat, voice becoming quieter at the end of your sentence. Two pairs of eyes locked onto you, making you fidget in your seat.
âCute.â Kyle simply said with a smile.
John smiled and reached out to caress your legs beneath the table as a gesture to calm you down.
A simple touch that sent heat rushing through you, the impropriety of doing it discreetly in front of his husband only making it more titillating.
You chose to shift your focus to the plate in front of you as you tried to keep calm, playing the role of a âfriendâ or whatever John had told Kyle about you.
The dinner went better than you thought it would. At least on the surface, with how the two men seemed to be treating you kindly, even if on the inside, you felt like a sinner at the church.
You expected Kyle to ask more about you, but that didn't happen. It was like he knew about you already, asking you about your job and things that had been going on in your life like he was catching up with some old friend instead of talking with his husbandâs mistress, even though he probably didn't know about that.Â
But even with how welcoming Kyle was, and how John was kind to you like he usually was, you still felt like an outsider. You couldn't help but notice how John always reached out to touch Kyle, whether to pass something or just a gesture he did when he talked. While Kyle looked at John like he hung the moon, smiling with each word uttered by the older man.
They made sure to include you in the conversation, but you couldn't help but be reminded of your position.
They were married, bound together by vows, the promise of forever, witnessed by the weight of rings on each other's fingers.Â
While you were..
A temporary pleasure, a pretty thing to warm Johnâs bed. A secret folded between late-night pleasure and stolen hours, never meant to see the light of day. He whispered sweet nothings, traced promises on your skin with the same lips that uttered his wedding vows.
You knew it, deep down. You were excited, the rush of something forbidden, the fire that burned bright but was never meant to last.
Then, your mind reeled back to the questions you had in your head ever since John said he wanted to invite you over. You still weren't sure of the reason, as you could only assume.
What was his reason? Was it really to convince Kyle that you were nothing to worry about? Or was it to show you that you were truly nothing to him.
Kyle laughed at a particularly awful dad joke John made, while you sat there in silence, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts crowding your mind.
Thoughts that gave you a headache.
And heartache.
You werenât possessive of John like he was with you. But you were jealousânot of Kyle, but of what they had. Pushing aside Johnâs infidelity, you longed for what you were seeing right now.
Your eyes drifted to the rings on their fingers, and felt the lack of weight on your own.
You were a nobody.
âSorry, i need to use the bathroom,â You stood up a bit too quickly, causing the chair to scrape against the floor with a sharp noise.
You winced. Both at the sound, and the way your heart clenched. No, don't cry. Not right now. Not in front of them.
âCome, iâll show you where it is,â Kyle replied with a kind smile that sent a pang to your heart.
âIâll clean these up,â John said as he stood and collected the dishes. He then walked around to give Kyle a peck on his lips before he headed to the kitchen.
With barely a glance towards you.
It was for the better, you thought. So his husband wouldn't suspect a thing, so you wouldn't get your hopes up.
âThis way,â You heard Kyle say, standing nearby as he gestured to the hallway.
You could only smile and nod in response before you headed your way.
Lost in your thoughts, about what would happen after, what should happen after.Â
Should you put an end to this? Stop wrecking the happiness you just witnessed from the sidelines. The rational part of you said, yeah. But your heart was already attached to John.
Thought after thought occupied your mind as you walked down the hall and into the bathroom before heading for the sink to clear your mind.
Too lost in your head to notice footsteps following you from behind.
A presence followed you in, locking the door behind.
At the sound of the click, you looked up, only to catch Kyle's reflection in the mirror as he approached from behind.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder with his cheek pressing against yours.Â
And you froze, couldn't speak, stopped thinking.
âWhatâs with the pout?â He cooed with a disarming smile that made his eyes squint. His hand reached up to tug on your lower lip with his thumb.
âW-what?â You managed to break out of your shock with an embarrassing squeak.
His chest rumbled against your back as he chuckled in response.
âI was hoping to see this cute smile in person,â He continued as he pulled out a phone from his pants, showing you the pictures you took this morning, an innocent selfieâsafe for the cleavage peeking out the collar of your blouse. The one you sent John.
That phone.. Johnâs phone.
You felt your heart drop, colors drained from your face.
â..You knewâ you stammered.
And before he could say anything, you started to blabber. âI-iâm sorry.. sorry iâm- i know i shouldn't- i know itâs wrongâ.
Your eyes teared up as the grip around your waist tightened. And you were reminded that the person behind you was a strong man who could snap you in half if he wanted to.
âHey.. ssh..â his voice was soothing you as he turned you around, one hand rested on the sink beside you as the other went up to wipe your tears.
No hint of anger in his tone, just a tinge of amusement.
A thumb pressed against your lips to stop you from apologizing. âYou're sorry..?â He asked with a tilt of his head, smirk on his lips.
You nodded shakily, holding back a whimper when he leaned closer.
Firm lips pressing against your trembling one, his hand cupped your cheek to keep you still. Not that it was needed with the way you froze.
Eyes wide as you could only stand there and let him savor your lips.
It was gentle, soft, almost.. sweet. Yet, you were left breathless when he broke the kiss.
He didn't back off all the way, pressing his nose against yours. His warm gaze locked onto you as he slowly licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of you.
And your eyes couldn't help but follow the movement of his tongue.
Whatever thoughts that bothered you before were now thrown out of the window.
âHmm.. prove it then,â he purred, warm breath caressed your lips as the timbre of his voice went straight to your core.
Your cheeks felt too warm for your liking. â..What?â.
His hand went down, but your eyes stayed locked to his. Even when you heard the familiar smooth whirr of metal teeth separating, accompanied by a faint rasp of fabric shifting.
âI said prove it, baby,â he murmured as he pulled back only to push you down on your knees by your shoulder.
One hand caressed your cheek, while the other held the base of his hardening cock in front of you, tapping the tip against your lips.
You jolted instinctively. Wet lashes fluttered as your doe eyes widened, looking up to meet his. That same charming smile from when he first greeted you lingered on his lipsâbut now, it carried a different weight. His pupils, blown wide with something else, sent a message that made you hold your breath.
âIâd call John over, but I'd rather have you to myself right now,â he purred as he pressed the tip of his cock between your lips, rubbing but not pushing any further.
..What is going on?
John would definitely notice both of your prolonged absences, he would eventually search for you- for Kyle-
This is wrong on so many levels, being in this position with your.. sugar-daddyâs husband, someone who should have despised you when he found out about your status as the mistress.
Push him away. Your conscience whispered.
But..Â
You had already become a willing participant in something scandalous from the moment you met John. Did you even have the right to weigh morality now, when the lines between right and wrong had long since blurred?
And who were you to refuse a command from such a fine man standing before you?
Your doe-like eyes trailed up his figure, taking in the lean muscles wrapped in a tight shirt, the faint happy trail leading downward, the sharp cut of his jaw, and that devilish smile playing at his lips.
Saliva pooled in your mouth, a drop slipped out the side and dripped down your chin as you parted your lips to suckle on the tip of his cock shyly.
âI know you could do better than that..â he murmured. Fingers pressed against your jaw, thumb and forefinger applying just enough pressure to part your lips. A slow, deliberate motionâprying them open with ease.
A soft moan escaped your lips as he eased in, inch by inch, stretching the warmth of your mouth.
He was gentle, pushing but not forcing. Giving you an illusion of control when you both knew who was truly in charge. Contrasting with John, who always made it clear from the start that he would break you apart, but also familiar in a way that they both intended to make a mess out of you.
Oh god.. John.
He was outside this bathroom, probably somewhere nearby. It should scared you, the fact that he might come knocking at the door only to find his side chick sucking on his husband's dick.
But..
You were too occupied to worry about that right now.
âThatâs it.. good girl..â He cooed when you were an inch away from taking all of him. The praise sent a slow, simmering heat, curling deep in your core, you could feel yourself being embarrassingly wet just from having his cock in your mouth.
His fingers caressed your cheek down to your jaw, a small gesture of commendation that made you long for more. Wanted him to tell you how good you were for him, to have those long fingers caress your scalp as you pleasure him.
So you loosened your jaw further, letting your throat relax before pushing forward until your nose was nestled against the neatly trimmed curls at the base.
You preened when you heard him groan.
âAttagirl baby..â he rasped as he patted your head, an innocent gesture that made you shiver.
You wanted more of that, wanted him to praise you more, to be a good girl for him so he would reward you.Â
His hand rested atop your headânot gripping, pulling, or pushing. A silent command lingered in the touch, a wordless expectation for you to do your job while he watched.
And you obeyed.
Slurping up the precum and saliva that slicked his length, your tongue glided along each pulsing vein, tracing every ridge as you slowly pulled back. When you withdrew, you extended your tongue further, the pointed tip teasing over his frenulum with deliberate precision. Wide, doe-like eyes gazed up at him, making you look so utterly docileâobedient and eager to please, silently pleading for more praise.
And it was so nice of him to give it to you.
âLook at you, so pretty taking my cock like that.. youâre enjoying this, arenât you? donât worry baby, iâll give you more.. just keep going.. oh.. thatâs it..â He kept uttering praises that made you moan softly around his cock.
Leaning back in, your eyes fluttered to a shut as you focused entirely on his pleasureâwilling to give your all if it meant earning more of those sweet praises.
But then, he gripped your hair and tugged you away, making you let go of him with a lewd pop as you whined.
âNone of that, baby. Keep those pretty eyes open,â He scolded. His tone was gentle, yet the commanding words made you instinctively straighten your spine, nodding in quiet obedience.
He smiled before loosening his grip and let you continue.
With his words in mind, you kept your gaze locked onto his, never looking away as you worked to please him with your mouth.
Slurping, sucking, licking, swallow. Memorizing each twitch and breath, making mental note of any precise movements that pulled those deep, satisfied groans from his lips.
Relishing every praise uttered between the sound of pleasure.
Soon enough, you quickened your pace, bobbing your head fast the moment you felt him twitch. Desperate to coax him over the edge and feel him shooting his load down your throat.
With every nudge of his cock against the back of your throat, your pussy clenched. And you shifted on your knees, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to quell the heat simmering between them.
And how kind of him to noticeâeven more so when he lifted his leg, tilting his ankle just enough to press the arch of his foot firmly against your aching heat.
An embarrassing whine muffled by his cock as he moved his foot side to side, rubbing your sensitive clit. Your eyes rolled back when he pressed his foot further up to press against your cunt before dragging it back and forth. Giving you a slow, torturous sensation that got you dripping.
Hands gripped his pants as your hips rolled against the slope of his foot to chase the pleasure.
It was embarrassing, to get yourself off of someoneâs foot. But you were desperate, squeezing your legs together to trap him there as you continued to grind. Pathetic whines and moans slipped from your lips every time your clit caught on your underwear, or when you ground your hips down just right.
But then, he pulled his foot away and you almost sobbed at the sudden loss.
âAh ah, donât get distracted..â He tutted, hand reaching up to push your hair out of your face before trailing down to your lips which were still wrapped around his cock.
You bat your eyelashes at him, a pitiful muffled whimper slipped past your lips in a feeble attempt at an apology. Feeling sorry for getting temporarily lost in chasing your own pleasure that you forgot about his.
His smile widened in response as he trailed his fingers down to your jaw, a gesture that commanded you to continue the previous ministration.
As you started moving your head again, he put his foot back between your legs to rub against your clothed cunt.
With your hips grinding down at the same pace as your head, you tried your best to split your focus. But it was getting harder and harder with how he moved his foot like so- rubbing and pressing your clit as the slope dragged itself back and forth against your throbbing pussy, teasing between your folds.
You worked your mouth on him as you kept trying to build up the heat that intensified in your core. Doing both simultaneously as you were afraid he might rip the sensation away if you didn't satisfy him enough, just like before.
âYou close yet, baby?â His voice purred as he moved his foot against you some more.
A squeak escaped your lips as a thrill shot up your spine. Your nails dug into his hips as you ground your pussy against him, hard.
And then you felt him moving his foot to the side, tugging the edge of your panties to push it aside before grinding directly against your bare cunt. Then, you felt the tip of his toes pressing against the entrance which became the final push that sent you over the edge.
You moaned wantonly around his cock as your legs buckled. Gasping through your nose as you struggled to breathe with him deep in your throat. Unable to keep up with the waves of pleasure that hit you.
A distant echo of Kyleâs voice was heard behind the blood rushing through your ears.
âThat's it..â He praised.
You slurped around his cock as you kept moving your head.
âMaking a mess of yourself..â he continued in a seductive whisper.
You swallowed with him deep in your throat, making him twitch as he groaned.
âGood fucking girl..â He grunted as he put one hand against your throat, cradling in a way like you were nothing more than submissive.
Spit inevitably coated the underside of your chin, lining the ridges of your throat.
Then, his head hung back, relishing the sensation as he teetered over the edge. His cock throbbed with the intense release, shooting thick ropes of white down your throat.
Tears welled at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as they clung to your lashes. But you couldn't pull away with his hand keeping your head still, making you take every drop of his cum.
âTake it all, doll.. but don't swallow,â he commanded with that smooth voice of his, which was way more soothing than it should be.
And you obeyed.
Pliant when he finally pulled your head back until his softening cock slipped out your lips with a wet, obscene pop.
You let him tilt your head up before prying your mouth open. Your gaze, glazed and unfocused as he drank in your wrecked state.
On your knees, basking in the afterglow after getting off on a manâs foot, saliva and cum trailing down your chin.
Then, he spit into your mouth.
âSwallowâ.
And just like before, you obeyed.
If you didn't feel dirty being his husband's mistress, you sure did now.
Again, what's with you and married men recently.
The door clicked shut, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
Kyle couldn't help but chuckle at the fresh memory of your face in his mind. And while he wanted nothing more than to be by your side, you wouldn't let him.
And since he was in a good mood (thanks to you), he decided to indulge, letting you be when he noticed how flustered you wereâtoo overwhelmed to bear another second in his presence.
So when you pushed him out, he left and let you clean yourself alone in the bathroom, letting you gather your thoughts.
âHow was it?â He heard John speak from where the older man sat on the couch.
âBetter than it should, if i say so myself,â Kyle approached and gave him a quick peck before taking a seat beside him. âI was just going to talk to her, but.. i couldn't hold myself back.â
Before John could respond, a continuous buzz was heard.
Kyle pulled out his phone and accepted the call before putting it on speaker mode.
âFuck ye, shouldâve said somethinâ about the lass cominâ oâer.â Thick scottish accent came through the speaker.
John chuckled at the complaints. âDon't want to overwhelm her yet, Mactavish."
âYa fuckin' dobber- Come on, Simon! Hit the fucking gas. Weâre headinâ back home whether they like it or not,â His yelling rang loudly through the line, even if it was directed at someone from his side.
Looks like the other two were ending their date early.
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â pairing: rin itoshi x afab reader
â warnings: aged up characters, thigh riding, somnophilia, reader is so fucking horny for rin in soccer mode. relatable. a (late) contribution to the @ficsforgaza kinktober intiative!! read the other works here !
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Attending Rinâs games was akin to watching a live sex demonstration playing out right in front of tens of thousands of eyes, including yours. The rippling of toned muscles as the men sprint down the fields, the displays of dexterity and precision as they expertly dribble and kick the ball away from their opponents, the grunts and groans of anger, desperation, success. All of it was straight out a fucking porno.Â
Rin was no exception to this. The man was known for his intensity and dedication to his craft, immersing himself into the game until nothing else in the world existed in that moment outside of the ball and the other men on the field. His passion for his craft was magnetic, drew everyoneâs eyes to him even if the spotlight wasnât on him. Rin Itoshi was the shining star of Paris X Gen.
And you were unbearably turned on.
With every minute that passed, your chest pounded and pussy throbbed until you could barely think straight.Â
The problem though, resided in the fact that games, especially those of extra high intensity, had somewhat of an opposite effect on Rin. Whereas you bounced through the door of your shared apartment, desperate to pounce on your boyfriend, Rin was fighting to keep his limbs moving and eyes open. Following him to the couch where he collapsed, head falling back, you excitedly settled on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âYou looked so fucking hot out there baby,â you purred, diving in to start kissing up his musky neck. He had taken a locker room shower, but they were brief, just enough to get the top layer of sweat off, so he - luckily - still had a lingering scent to him.
âMmm, thank you, sweetheart,â he mumbled, eyes halfway closed as he rested a limp hand on your waist.Â
âCouldnât fucking wait to get my hands on you afterwards, so fuckinâ hot I could barely see straight.â Deft, impatient hands rubbed up and down his chest while you continued to mouth at Rinâs throat.Â
âMhm.â
The complete lack of reaction from your boyfriend had you frowning, leaning back to assess him. Eyes closed, he was already even snoring a bit.Â
âSorry honey, a little too-â a deep yawn interrupted his words. â-tired tonight.â His entire body seemed to have gone limp, his eyes fluttering shut all the way.
Fuck. With the throbbing ache between your legs clouding your judgment, there was no hope for just waiting for the lust to fade, and touching yourself wouldnât even come close to satisfying you. But there was also no hope in trying to keep Rin awake.
Surely he wouldnât mind if you used him just a little bit, right? Nothing too invasiveâŠ
The one part of Rin you couldnât keep your eyes off the whole match, the part of his body that drove you so crazy it kept you awake at night, was what you knew could at least satisfy you enough - his thighs. And given that he was in shorts, that would be easy.
Shimmying off your own pants and underwear, you settled back into a snoring Rinâs lap, but this time you braced your legs against only one of his. With just a quick tug of his shorts leg closer to his crotch, you could rest your bare pussy against the skin of his toned thigh.
A whimper left your mouth even just at the skin-to-skin contact, your puffy clit that had been aching for hours desperate for relief. No noises or movements you had made though had woken the man up. Rin had already fallen into a deep sleep, evidence of how badly that game had worn him out.Â
Once again wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself, you slowly started rocking your hips to generate friction. The slick that had already been oozing out of your pussy for hours clung to the hairs on his thigh and allowed for smooth, fluid movements as you humped his thigh.
And fuck, it felt good. The taught skin of his toned, muscly thigh provided the perfect warm yet firm surface to rub your pussy against. Despite attempting to keep it slow so as not to disturb the exhausted man, getting a taste of such pleasure threw those pleasantries out of the window.Â
Using two fingers, you spread open your lips wider so your clit could get full contact against Rin, gasping at the increased pressure. Increasing your speed, your mouth fell open as you humped Rinâs thigh, dragging your pussy back and forth against him.
âRin, fuck,â you whined, tightening the grip you had on him for leverage. No response came from your boyfriend, other than a quiet snore.
It felt like your hips were moving independent from your body, stuttering and thrusting seemingly on their own as they desperately chased the pleasure and relief Rinâs body was providing. Slick trickled down his thigh as it dripped out of your pussy, evidence of your lust only growing.Â
How Rin stayed soundly asleep despite your frantic humping, jostling his body as you used him like a toy, you didnât know, but it became of almost no concern as your orgasm approached.Â
With your mounting lust came images swirling in your mind of Rin on the soccer field, how gracefully yet forcefully he moved, dominating the game and the players around him like he owned the damn place. The very same thigh you were humping now was the one that powered the kick that catapulted P.X.G. into yet another win, thanks to the unstoppable Rin Itoshi.Â
The high that had him falling to his knees on the grass and roaring like a wild animal, how hot it was when he let his pride and excitement really show instead of maintaining his constant stoicism, was what pushed you into your own high. Yowling like a cat, your hips stuttered frantically as your orgasm was within reach, head falling back as it finally washed over you in powerful waves.
Collapsing against him as you panted, you couldnât help but laugh a little. Here you were, whining and moaning and coming hard while your boyfriend was fast asleep underneath you.
âSorry about that, baby,â you whispered, kissing his cheek. âI owe ya one.â
#rin itoshi smut#rin smut#bllk smut#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x you#bllk fic
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something good and true - part 1

part two / part three / part four
pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x reader
warnings (for all parts in whole): 18+ only. domestic violence. retelling of abuse and battery. minor character death mentioned. angst. sweet and protective bucky. fluff. not sure if this qualifies as a slow burn or not đ smut. thereâs a happy ending! (as per usual)
words: 4.5k
notes: this fic was supposed to be posted last year for suzâs blind date writing challenge but clearly that is not what happened. a year later and some thousands+ words over the maximum allowed (in total), i was finally able to wrap this thing up. iâm posting in parts bc itâs just so long and ahhh iâm sorry i didnât follow your rules suz @targaryenvampireslayer đ and honest to god there is absolutely no expectation for you to read or even acknowledge this! i just want to give credit where credit is due and so this, my first mob boss!fic, is all thanks to the mob boss au prompt you had given to me! so thank you - and sorry again đ«ą dialogue used: âDoes it make you nervous when I stare?â. thank you in advance for reading, iâd be happy to hear your thoughts! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated. đ©”
Heâs staring again. You can feel it. The heat creeps up your spine as your heart begins to beat a little faster. The feeling has become quite familiar. Itâs been two months of this. You had a feeling heâd be back, but really you hoped heâd have just let it go by now. Itâs not like you thought any of this through, though⊠Of course thereâd be consequences; and none worse, youâre sure, than the ones he could dish out.
Itâs not your fault, you try to remind yourself. Itâs not. You finish wiping off the table of the newly vacated booth, tucking the cash tip left for you in your pocket, before you turn around.
You steel yourself, taking a strong breath before you start to walk toward his private booth. Youâre not stupid, you know the only reason he comes here is for you, he told you as much himself. And everyone else knows that too as the place has become nearly empty since his arrival. Even your coworkers arenât bustling about. You donât know if you prefer having the audience or not. You donât blame anyone for their fleeing, though. After all the stories youâd heard about the man, you always made yourself scarce in his presence, too.
Until the faithful night he requested you at his table by name⊠You sigh, it seems you no longer have the luxury of avoidance.
You remember that night well. The first time you formally met the infamous mob boss, James âBuckyâ Barnes.
You remember how it felt like your blood turned to ice in your very veins when Molly uttered your name with worried eyes, âMr. Barnes is asking for you specifically,â she had whispered as she peaked into the kitchen where youâd fled when you heard he was being sat at his rarely used, always reserved table.
You felt sick. Like a lead weight was dropped in your stomach. You wrung your hands until it hurt before you finally nodded. You were sure she could see the fear in your eyes when you looked at her. âO-okay. Iâll be right there,â youâd nodded. You had to swallow down the bile threatening to creep up your throat. He knows, youâd thought. He has to know. Thatâs why heâs here. Thatâs why heâs looking for you. You were breathing hard and heavy and you could feel the tears welling in your still sensitive eyes. You were caked in makeup, had been all week, to hide the bruises that marred all over your face. It wasnât anything unusual. But there was an eerie comfort you felt in knowing once they were finally gone this time, you wouldnât have to see yourself like that again.
You were in a long sleeve so you knew he wouldnât be able to see the marks along your arms, and unless he had X-ray vision he wouldnât be able to see the contusions littered all over your body either. You had a brace on your wrist but it wasnât too noticeable under the sleeve⊠Okay, you breathed. You can do this. Deny, deny, deny. You donât even truly know what heâs here for. You shouldnât freak yourself out before youâve even seen him.
You exhaled a shaky breath before you reached for the kitchen door.
It was dead silent as you entered the dining hall and it only added to the compounding fear and anxiety growing inside you.
You approached his table cautiously, too nervous to make direct eye contact as you held your pen and pad in hand.
âGood evening, sir, - uhm, Mr. Barnes,â you corrected yourself, âcan I get you started with something to-â
âIâm not here for drinks or the mediocre food, doll,â he stopped you easily, unnervingly calm.
You chanced a glance at him and his deep blue gaze had you swallowing hard.
You didnât know how to respond, so you stayed quiet as he stared at you. Like he knew something. Like he knew you knew something.
âHm,â he considered you for a moment longer before nodding, âya know, I think you know why Iâm here.â
âI-â, you shook your head almost imperceptibly, âI donât,â was all you could muster as your eyes were now glued to him. You couldnât will yourself to look away. You were too terrified.
He licked his lip seemingly out of habit before he spoke again.
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â He asked, sounding exasperated, bored of the interaction already as he tilted his head at you.
You stiffened at the question, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.
âI donât-â
âYou do.â He stopped you again, the certainty in his voice leaving no room to deny his accusation. His eyes cutting into you as you stood before him, defenseless. You felt like you couldnât breathe but you couldnât just stand there looking terrified. You had to work up your voice and it came out quiet, but Bucky was listening, and watching you, intently.
âI donât know where Freddy is,â you said, voice low, trying to keep the tremor from it as you finally felt your eyes sting, the fear and pain catching up to you as you blinked the would be tears away before a single one fell. âAnd heâs not my boyfriend,â you swallowed, âanymore.â
âNo?â
âNo. We broke upâŠabout a month ago.â
âThatâs interestingâŠâ he hummed. âWhy did someone see his car at your place the other week, then, huh?â
You winced at the images that ran through your mind as you thought back to that day, the one you knew he was referring to.
âHe came over, to talk,â you forced out, no longer looking at the man before you. âBut nothing came from it,â you added quickly, âand he left. I havenât seen him since. Havenât heard from him, I donât know where he is.â
You didnât look at him but by the weight of his gaze you knew he wasnât buying what you were selling.
âWhat happened here?â he asked, reaching for your hand.
You were quite literally frozen to your spot as he grabbed your hand in his. His touch was the most gentle youâd experienced in a long while and it sent an unexpected hum through you. You watched your hand in his as he pulled you just the tiniest bit closer to him and the table. He inched up your sleeve to see more of the brace on your wrist and when he moved to raise your sleeve further up your arm, your body finally moved into action. You yanked your hand back, as if his touch had burned you, keeping him from seeing anything more than the brace.
âFell,â you answered shortly. âIâm sorry, Mr. Barnes, but I donât know what else to tell you. I donât know where he is. And to be perfectly honest, I donât really care.â
You met his eye once more, feeling a little safer as the words came easily. It wasnât a complete lie. You really didnât know where he was. And you certainly didnât care. Despite the scrutiny of the mob bossâ gaze, you didnât feel nearly as scared as you had before he touched your hand. Something about the softness there⊠You wouldnât dwell on it.
âIf thereâs nothing else,â you added, though it was definitely more of an unspoken question than anything. You werenât as scared but you werenât stupid either. You wouldnât be going anywhere until he dismissed you.
He smirked, huffing a laugh as he watched you.
âYou hear from him, Iâd be grateful to know,â he slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out a business card, placing it on the table as he flicked his sharp eyes up to you once more, moving to pull out his wallet next. You watched as he slipped out two bills and blanched as he put them down on the table, moving the card so it sat on the money.
Your breath caught in your throat as he stood from his seat, standing right in front of you as you took in his build and stature. Everything about him screamed success, power, and authority and the two hundreds he left on the table were nothing more than chump change to him, you were sure.
âJust so you know, doll,â he spoke lowly, âI will find him, one way or another,â he took a step closer to you, âand if you think youâre protecting him by not telling me the truth, I promise youâre not.â He held your gaze and you were terrified he could see straight into your soul with how intent it was, âWhatâs even worse, is he knows we know all about you. He doesnât care if heâs putting you in harmâs way or not⊠Forgive me for saying, but nice girl like you, you deserve a hell of a lot better than that. So, if you think of anything you might wanna tell me, my numberâs right there,â he said looking back over to the card and money on the table. âThatâs your tip. You enjoy your night, sweetheart. Iâll be seeing you.â
His words werenât a threat, but a promise.
He would be seeing you. Didnât always call you to his table, sometimes just observed you while you worked, but every week without fail from that day on, he would be at the restaurant.
You never called him, you didnât have anything to say. You wouldnât tell him the truth, no, you couldnât tell him the truth. He was half right, you were protecting someone. But it wasnât Freddy.
You breathe another strong sigh as you get closer to him and once youâre at the table, you donât say a word, only meeting his brilliant and pointed gaze.
Thereâs something different about him tonight, something unnerving in his stare that you take notice of right away. You work to keep your calm but youâre not sure how convincing your faux headstrong demeanor is tonight.
He lets the silence between you grow for a moment longer before finally, he speaks.
âDoes it make you nervous when I stare?â
His voice is like honey, smooth and rich with that familiar lilt as his lips quirk up just at the corner of his mouth. It warms you while he holds your eye. Thereâs unspoken tension between you two as you stand so close yet so far, itâs been brewing since your first meeting and has only grown with each interaction since. Youâve never named it, but you couldnât deny it if youâd wanted to. You havenât felt your tummy flutter like this sinceâŠyou canât remember when.
Surely he knows what his gaze does to anyone, youâre no exception. But the nerves you feel under the weight of his stare are twofold - not all due to fear, but to flustering.
You havenât responded, but youâve held his eye in the silence. He smirks at you before gesturing to the open space across from him.
âWhy donât you take a seat, sweetheart.â
It sounds like an invitation, but you know itâs more than that.
Itâs an instruction.
You look around briefly, as if someone might stop you or get you in trouble - but thatâs laughable when youâre standing next to, arguably, the most feared and respected man this city has ever seen. Standing. Why is he standing? You realize suddenly heâs still waiting for you to move.
You do as he said and gingerly sit down across from him. He retakes his own seat as you settle. How chivalrous.
âIâll get right to it,â he starts, his deep blue eyes never leaving you, âFreddy-â
God, that name. You canât hold your tongue. You know itâs why heâs here but you donât want to talk about this. You just want this to be over!
âLike I told you the last time, and the time before, and the time before, and every other time youâve asked, I havenât seen him.â You cut him off without thinking. But you really canât have the same conversation again. You canât keep having to think about him. About that night. You're at your wits end - you donât want to have to so much as hear his name again. You donât catch yourself in the moment but it hits you when youâre done talking that you just spoke to Bucky in such a familiar wayâŠsomeone walking past might wonder who exactly you are to him. Clearly youâve forgotten your place, gotten a little too comfortable around him.
You look up from where you watch yourself wring your hand and shamefully meet his eye again. You inhale and start to apologize but he doesnât give you the chance.
His hand is on yours before you realize heâs even moving and you flinch a second late, his gentle touch already on you, stilling your nervous habit.
His eyes soften as he makes you meet his gaze, his thumb gently rubbing your fidgety hand.
You swallow hard and watch as he blinks away the previous softness in his gaze, his familiar confident twinkle back as he speaks,
âI know,â he nods, his hand still on yours. Heâs closer as he leans across the table. âI found him.â
Your breath catches and your face falls. Fuck fuck fuck.
What does that mean? What does he know? Youâre on the verge of having a complete freak out and god he can probably see it written all over your face. You feel a squeeze of your hand and are brought back into your body, into this very moment.
âDonât look so sick, sweetheart,â he says, a half smile on his lips. âYou donât have anything to worry about, you or your old man.â
Your heart drops at the mention of your father and Bucky must see it because he leans closer still, now holding your hand in his. Itâs strangely comforting, but more so is the look in his eyes. The sincerity there, and the hard edge of protection.
You want to believe him but youâve been gullible before.
âI just wanna know the whole story. I know pretty much what went down, some things I think can safely be assumed, but I wanna hear your narrative, just to get the full picture and get this whole mess squared away, yeah?â
The way heâs looking deeply into your shining eyes, the intimate gaze and soft touch as it seems like heâs trying to keep you calm, you canât speak much but you give him a quiet, âyeah.â
He nods and you feel a single tear slip down your cheek. He slowly raises his hand, and your eyes are glued to him as he makes sure you watch his movements. Like heâs trying to reach out to a scared little puppy, he reaches to gently touch your cheek. You donât flinch but as his hand makes contact with your skin, your eyes shut as you try and suppress a shudder.
âNo tears, sweetheart,â he tells you in a soothing timbre as he wipes it from your cheek. âYouâre too pretty to cry over a loser like that,â he adds with a soft smile.
You shake your head, âHeâs not why Iâm-â
âI know,â he cuts you off. âLook at me,â he orders gently.
You do as he says and slowly meet his eye. âYou donât have anything to worry about, ya hear me? Not the police, not my men, and certainly not me. Got it?â
You know youâre staring at him like heâs crazy, but you do understand what heâs saying. It takes you a second but you force yourself to nod.
âGood.â
His touch is still on you as his eyes trail all over your face before he lets his hand slip away.
âAlright, you wanna do this tonight or tomorrow night?â
Youâre momentarily stunned. You definitely donât want to do this tonight. You just need to get through the last two hours here and then youâre headed home to unravel in your own space. But tomorrowâŠ
âTomorrowâs Valentineâs Day,â you point out, sounding unsure.
âWhat,â he sniffs, looking at you once again, âyou got plans?â
âI, I have work,â you answer dumbly after a second.
âNot anymore you donât,â he says, moving to stand. âSo tomorrow it is.â He walks closer to you and extends his hand for you to take, helping you out of the booth. âAnd youâve got the rest of the night off.â
âOh, I carpooled today so, I have to wait anyway,â you explain, though the idea of leaving early sounds like heaven.
âIâll drive you. Get your things, Iâll have the car pulled around,â he supplies easily. He leaves to the front of the restaurant and you stand in your stupor for only a moment longer before you move to get your things from the back. You have a silly thought worrying about giving him your address, then remember heâs had it this entire time. And he told you you had nothing to worry about.
Youâre not a typically trusting person, even more so after Fred, but there's something about Bucky. Something trustworthy, something that feels safe.
You grab your bag and let Molly know youâre leaving early and you got a ride before you head to the front to find Bucky.
Heâs waiting patiently and his eyes seem to light up just a bit when he sees you coming.
Your manager is smiling tightly behind the stand as she watches you go. You feel slightly bad for just cutting out like this, but once Bucky came in, the place cleared out some, so itâs not like theyâre in the midst of a rush.
You let your work worries slip away as the brisk night air hits you, Bucky holds the door for you as you exit and then opens the passenger of his sleek, blacked out Jaguar for you to get in.
You always assumed someone like him, in his position, would have a driver, but maybe thatâs just not his style.
Bucky gets in and as you buckle, begins to drive off. You donât need to supply him with your address as he heads in the right direction without a word.
Itâs quiet but not unbearably so. Itâs not until youâre just a couple minutes away from your place that he breaks the silence.
âIâll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. I figure itâs a delicate conversation weâll be having, so somewhere private would be better. Are you okay with going to my place? We can have dinner.â
Itâs a genuine question, and the earnestness of it eases your nerves even further. Heâs truly asking, genuinely concerned with your comfortability.
âMhm,â you nod with a quiet hum. âYeah.â
He pulls up in front of your house, the porch light on and shining because you knew you wouldnât be off until late.
The car cuts off and you turn to face Bucky only to find him opening his door and getting out himself.
You grab your bag and follow him with your eyes as he rounds the car to get to your side. He gallantly pulls open the door for you and helps you out with care. You stand and he closes the car door before you start up the path to the front door. Itâs a short walk and as you reach the door you turn to look at him as he stays beside you.
âThank you, for the ride, andâŠâ you trail off not knowing how to articulate what it is you want to say. Thankfully he doesnât make you continue. He smiles softly at you.
âItâs my pleasure, sweetheart.â
You blink at him. You donât know what else to say. You finally look away and turn to the door to unlock it.
âWhen you said I donât have anything to worry about,â
âI meant you donât have anything to worry about,â he answers you before you finish your question. âIâm gonna make this all go away, I just need to know if thereâs any loose ends we need to tie up to be done with it, thatâs all.â
Your eyes sting again. He makes it sound so easy, so simple.
âI-â your voice threatens to break.
âHey, we donât needa talk about it right now, doll. You just go inside, relax, eat, get some rest. You donât gotta stress a thing anymore, alright? Iâve got you, thereâs nothin for you to worry about.â
âïżœïżœWhy are you being so nice to me?â you look at him with bleary eyes as you crack the front door open and ask the question youâve been wondering for the past two months.
He takes a small step closer to you and gently turns your face to look at him. âWhy do you expect cruelty?â
You stutter a breath as you look at him and feel the memories of the year you spent caught up with Freddy stab at you. You know why, and youâre sure he does, too. But thereâs no sense of judgment coming from him, and you donât feel embarrassed; not like the way you do in front of your mom. Sheâs the only other person who knows what happened, what your dad did. For you.
She never said it, you donât expect she ever will, but you can sense the thoughts, the subtle judgement from her, especially when this all first happened. She doesnât know the truth but you donât have the care to tell her. Because even if what she assumed was true, it doesnât change anything. No one deserves that.
But the truth is, you didnât stay. The first time he put his hands on you, you were gone. He just wouldnât leave you alone. You were together for six months at that point and they were nice, nothing overly romantic like you see in the movies, but nice. You werenât expecting anything long lasting, marriage wasnât even a thought. You knew he wasnât the one, but dating was⊠fun. And then, one day, a switch flipped.
He wasnât the kind, but nonchalant guy you thought he was. He was angry, like it was your fault the relationship wasnât what he wanted, that it wasnât more. He wanted it to work so badly, but he knew it never would. That only kept his ire burning. And so during the other six months you were âtogetherâ you were really nothing close. You avoided him every chance you got and when heâd find his way in heâd always be sure to leave his mark. He kept up appearances of course, to everyone it seemed. You didnât want to look crazy, so what were you going to say? âI broke up with him months ago and I donât know why he wonât accept that. He uses me like a punching bag when he gets me alone - when he breaks into my car, my home, any way he can weasel into my life.â He was in with the mob and everyone knew it, so even if they believed you, what the hell would anyone be able to do? At a certain point you just kind of accepted that this must be it. Heâd always just be around somehow. Stories of your on and off again relationship floating around thanks to him - he wanted everyone to know that even if you werenât together, you were together. Making it harder and harder for you in every way possible.
And then, one day, everything changed.
Now youâre here, and he isnât.
Now youâre here, and so is James Barnes.
His warm hand is still holding your face and his thumb gently rubs your soft cheek, almost mindlessly, while he peers at you - intent as ever. That softness you saw before is back and you have to remind yourself to breathe when you notice his gaze flit to your lips. Itâs brief, fleeting as his hand drops and he meets your eyes once more. He takes back his step and you watch him take a deep breath himself, the first time youâve ever seen him be anything close to unsteady, if thatâs what you can call it.
You break eye contact first, looking down to the small space between you while you push your door open a bit more, holding onto the handle with one hand.
âHave a good night,â he says, voice low and quiet as he watches you step closer yet to the door.
You look at him again then, âYou too,â you bid softly, finally stepping inside.
He nods and waits for you to close the door behind yourself. As you push it shut, you catch a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and then that fluttering in your belly returns again.
You turn the lock and then press yourself up against the wood, exhaling heavily.
You feel relieved and yet ten times more terrified in the very same breath.
The most pressing feeling in this very moment though is a weird kind of guilt.
You feel more for a man youâve only known for two months than you ever did for Freddy in the entire time youâd known him. Bucky is intimidating, obviously, and you know what he does, what heâs known for; heâs a man anyone would tell you to avoid at all costs. But when heâs around, thereâs this feeling you get that you just canât shake. You feel safe around him.
Heâs known for being a man of his word, and his words to you have never been anything but thoughtful andâŠcaring. He may prod, but heâs never threatened you. Truth be told, you think maybe heâs known this entire time what really happened. Or at least that you were involved somehow. And still, he wasnât harsh with you even once. He was doing his own investigation this entire time, of course, and if heâd wanted to get the truth from you, surely he could have- he couldâve saved a lot of time too. Couldâve even gone after your dad.
But he didnât do any of those things. No, heâs been patient, waiting until he had enough proof without having to pry anything out of you. At the very least you were grateful for that.
Not to mention the fact that he had called you pretty. It seems silly given the circumstances, but it did warm you when the compliment hit. Itâs crazy but itâs clear that youâre feeling feelings for one James Bucky Barnes. God help you.
Alongside the unexpected romantic stirrings youâre coming to terms with, the anxiety and stress of the truth youâve been trying, and apparently failing, to keep about what happened to Freddy has been weighing heavily on you, but with Buckyâs veiled acknowledgment of it, you feel more free already.
Itâd be a lie to say you arenât nervous for tomorrow night, but itâd also be a lie to say a part of you isnât looking forward to it, too. If for no reason other than what Bucky said; to finally just be done with this whole mess.
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Snowflake Day Tree + Activities
I actually started to make this two years ago and forgot about it but then I got the idea to do it again and remembered that I had already written most of the code. It was sort of like finding money in your pocket you'd forgotten about. đ
Much like in real life, I prefer to spend my holidays in-game with family instead of randoms and I just want to open presents without having to throw a Gift Giving party. So I made a Christmas Snowflake Day tree to do that where you can decorate and add gifts to open on Snowflake Day.
I also added some holiday activities for kids and toddlers if you have the More Activities Activity Table. It's an add-on so you need that mod (and whatever requirements go with it) if you don't already.
Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
More info after the cut and Updates here
Decorate the Tree (this is meant as a joinable group activity so you can invite others to join; up to 4 Sims (child+) can decorate)Â
Add Tree Topper (if you have any)
Hang Ornaments (if you have any)
Turn On/Off Lights (if decorated)
Admire Ornaments (sims may get a nice holiday moodlet - Holiday Memories buff)
Add Gift forâŠ
Look at Presents (get information on how many gifts are under the tree and to whom)
Steal Presents (only for Klepto, rebellious, Evil, Mean-spirited; you will get in trouble if someone sees)
Sneak a Peek at Presents - to check out any of your gifts
Invite Everyone to Open Presents - for Snowflake Day, brings everyone on the lot to open gifts under the tree; if someone doesnât have gifts, they will watch others open presents and if they are in the household they will get a sad buff. Gifts improve relationship score if Sims like it; does nothing if they donât but if they get too many gifts they donât like, they can complain about it.
Open Gifts - self explanatory. If you donât want to gather everyone together, you can open gifts at any time on Snowflake Day. Depending on how many gifts you like/don't like, you will get a special moonlet (Feeling Grateful/Bummer Holiday)
Take Down Decorations
Put Away Tree
Sims can also:
Ask for holiday presentsâŠToy | Book | Vehicle | Computer | Electronics | Jewelry | Decor | Hobby Object | Sports Object
This is a one-time interaction that Sims can use on any family or household member. If a sim gets what they asked for, they will get a special buff (Just What I Wanted)
Thank for Presents (if they had a particularly good Snowflake Day)
Complain about Presents (if they had a bad one)
With the MAAT add-on, children and toddlers can also:
Make handmade ornaments and hang them on the tree. The ornaments can be stored in the decorations box.
Make handmade Snowflake Day cards for friends and family (kids only). You can give them directly to Sims or put them under the tree as a gift.
Notes and Recommendations:
To be able to utilize all the tree features, make sure there is enough space around the entire tree for Sims to gather and interact with the tree
Your Sims need to have a giftable object in their personal or household inventory to add a present to the tree
When a Sim has asked for a gift, the game checks whether any of the gifts they receive are in the same buy subcategory or object type as what they asked for so if, as example, a kid asks for a toy and you get them a cc toy that is categorized as a plant or deco object in the game, itâs not going to count.Â
To gift jewelry, you need the TS3 Store Jewelry Machine or any custom wearable jewelry objects that is the same object type as the Store Jewelry box object
If you don't have my activities table mod and don't want it, then don't download the two MAAT files.
Requires Generations, Showtime (actually I don't think you need Showtime. I think I wanted to use something from it but then didn't but I'm sure one of you will confirm for me đ) and Seasons
Details and Instructions:
The tree and box can be purchased in the Entertainment/Hobbies Section (300 and 200, respectively), the tree topper in the Misc Deco (90) or they can all be found in the custom Snowflake Day collection file.
To decorate the tree, your Sim needs both the tree object and the decorations box. Custom ornaments and tree toppers go into the decorations box.
The tree comes with a default decoration but you can create and add your own tree decorations. The file has an XML (HolidayTreeDecorations) where you can add the Resource Key, Group ID for the OBJD of the decoration, whatever name you want to call it, whether you want it to light up or not, and the image (if you donât want a custom image, just use the default one in my first entry).
Credits: Meshes by EA, tree deco is from Coral Island (I hope Stairway Games doesn't come for me!!) and the ornaments are by me and Freepik. Images are EA and Flaticons. Animations by EA and me.
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bunnies and penguins
genre: fluff fluff fluff warnings: just satoru being good dad idk :o pairing: dad!gojo x mom!reader
As soon as you closed the door behind you, Satoru looked down at his son and cooed, "Looks like it's just the two of us, buddy," he pinched his plump cheek. "Haru, Mama went to have fun with Auntie Shoko. What are your plans for today, buddy?" Your three-month-old baby looked up at his father and blinked a couple of times.
Summer was in full swing. The July heat was intense. Satoru trudged towards the refrigerator. After stocking up on some cold soda and snacks, they headed to the living room. Sitting comfortably on the large sofa, he placed Haru on his left thigh and wrapped his arm around the little boy.
While he sipped his grape soda and flipped through the channels in search of something interesting, he paused for a moment when a bright advertisement appeared on the screen. Small animals, the characters from Sanrio, bounced up and down on the beach. Haruo squealed with delight.
Satoru noticed that his son's attention was focused on the screen, and he yelled again when the white characterâCinnamorollâappeared on the TV. "You like him, Haru?â he kissed his chubby cheek. âHuh oh right, he looks like your favorite plushie."
Since day one, Haru has always slept with that one plushie. When you were still pregnant, Gojo won you it at a festival. As soon as you held it in your hands, you decided that this bunny was meant for your son. Since then, it has always accompanied him during his daytime naps and nighttime dreams.
Satoru stroked his sonâs chubby belly and glanced at the time. "Snack time, baby." He put down the empty soda can and stood up with Haru, heading towards the refrigerator. With his left arm he held his son close while his right hand reached for the milk.
Satoru warmed the milk and checked its temperature by dropping a couple of drops on his wrist. After ensuring that it was fine, he returned to the living room. Turning off the TV, he cradled the baby in the crook of his arm and brought the bottle to his small lips. Haru immediately grabbed the bottle with both hands and began to take big sips. Satoru chuckled "Take your time, buddy. I know mommyâs milk is very yummy but we donât want you to have a tummy ache" he said, stroking the baby's plump cheek with his thumb. The gentle sounds of feeding filled the silence of the living room
Satoru looked down at the fluttering white eyelashes and the thin eyebrows. His heart was filled with a such an overwhelming wave of tenderness. This is his baby. Yours and his. Although several months had passed since his birth, Satoru sometimes looked at the tiny bundle and couldnât believe that he was really here.
The fruit of your love, the symbiosis of you and him, was here. Now, he gazed at his son and thanked the universe and God for such a precious gift. He gently took his son's tiny hand and began to examine his small fingers. "One, two, three, four, five." Five little fingers. He brought his tiny hand to his face and kissed it gently.
Then he softly ran his fingers over the babyâs plump leg, tickling his tiny foot. The little one smiled without looking up from the bottle. "One, two, three, four, five." He counted his tiny toes. This habit of his had started since Haruo was born. When they brought himâtiny, red, and screamingâto Gojo, he couldn't believe his son was here. Later, he lay in bed with you, and together you gazed at your baby. Satoru was struck by how tiny his fingers were.
Haru moved, pulling Satoru from the depths of his memories. He looked at his son and saw that the bottle had already been emptied. He set it down and carefully picked up the child, placing him on the shoulder. He began to stroke his back gently until he heard a distinctive grunt. "Good job, buddy"
beep-beep
He turned his head and saw that his phone was behind the pillow. He stretched out and took the phone in his right hand. A message from you appeared on the screen.
my goddess đđ«
hi toru. shoko and I already met up. we're heading out for coffee.
You send a selfie with Shoko. Satoru opened it and smiled. "Baby, look! Itâs mommy and auntie Sho!". He pointed the screen at the babyâs face, and the little one cooed.
what are u guys up to? đ
Satoru opened the camera on his phone and called to his son, "Hey, baby, look here! We'll send this photo to Mom." Gojo grinned and made a peace sign while baby looked up at the camera.
we got bored so we decided to watch some tv
He send the picture and u replied,
aww my cute babiesđ
A bit later, Gojo reheated the yakisoba you made, while baby lay in his rocking chair, making soft gurgling sounds. After finishing his meal, Satoru picked up the Haru and carried him to the nursery. "Time for a nap, baby," he said, kissing babyâs soft cheek.
After changing the diaper, he opened a drawer with onesies. Every time he looked at the tiny clothes, Satoru's heart fluttered with cuteness. "Haru, should we choose this one or this one?" In his left hand, he held a tiny white onesie with small yellow ducks, and in his right, a grey onesie with a penguin on it. The baby cooed. Satoru raised his eyebrows. "With a penguin? A wonderful choice, baby."
After that, he sat down in a rocking chair and began to rock gently, stroking his son's small back. The baby in his arms started to yawn.
Satoru ran his lips through his sonâs thin hair sniffing his sweet baby smell. He softly touched his forehead with his lips, along with his tiny nose and plump cheeks. Satoru couldn't get enough of his adorable son.
A few minutes later, the baby's eyes began to close, and his breathing became steady.
Satoru continued to admire his sleeping son for a bit. As much as he loved holding him, he knew he needed to make a work call. For a few minutes, he remained seated, savoring these moments of closeness with his son. He carefully stood up and placed the sleeping baby in the crib. Gently, he ran his finger along the child's cheek and adjusted the bunny plush. After ensuring the baby monitor was set correctly, he quietly closed the door behind him.


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