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hellsslibrary · 3 months ago

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can i request fucking the sass/brattiness out of bllk boys like chigiri, rin and sae? istg brats make me go feral i just want to put them in their place

"To silence the impudent by force does not mean to remove from oneself the insults uttered by the impudent lips."

#a.n. : Personally, I don't think Rin would be his usual self in bed, but who cares? It turned out delicious because it's almost a gathering of my favorite boys.🧎🏻

MASTERLIST is here.

!!Warnings: top!dom!m!reader, brat taming obvi, hair pulling (Chigiri), use of degrading words, they are kinda in the sub-space in the end(?), spanking, there are a things like praise but it is very imperceptible, fingering, anal sex, blowjob (I tried to diversify the parts, yes), a little dacryphilia, bites and hickeys, pet names, shower sex(Sae), kind of semi-public sex(Sae), deep throat(Rin), kind of soft Rinnie (a wolf in love is no longer a predator lol, but he's still a bitch yeah).

Chigiri Hyoma.

You felt your anger leaving your body with each passing second, leaving room for some other feeling. It could be described as something that was absolutely tearing your soul in two from the completely opposite emotions inside you. As if you were ready to tear someone apart just because of the mixture of feelings of satisfaction and dissatisfaction. You felt yourself calming down, but at the same time, you were starting to get even angrier.

Ah, yes, lust. Pure and undisguised lust. Especially for the one who is lying under you right now. Even now, some words manage to fly out of his plump and slightly bitten lips, the meaning of which you do not really understand, but by the shine in his pink ones, like a spinel necklace... You almost wanted to blindfold these eyes, so as not to see this bold shine... But of course, the key word is 'almost'.

"Is that all you can do? After you held me so tightly and whispered so many threats..."

Your ears catch this phrase and you almost unconsciously smirk. And really. Why are you still showing him mercy if he behaved like a complete slut today, thirsting for only two things - you and your boundless attention? Well...

"Should I be firmer with you? Your nature will show itself again anyway," you state the fact, licking your already wet lips, peering onto Chigiri's strong torso, watching how his sculpted muscles tense from your sharp thrusts.

"But th-then what's, fuck, the point of all-all this? You're a-acting like a child, pre-pretending to be smart when they're just repeating the same phrase..."

Your hand on his thigh tightened so much that he even whimpered slightly, and you immediately released your grip. There was no need to give him more sensations than you planned, especially not the unpleasant ones.

A soft "sorry" escapes your lips as your thumb rubs the red mark of your palm on his soft skin, which will most likely turn into a bruise. You lean in and your lips collide, both of you hissing slightly as your teeth click together, and then his arms wrap around your shoulders as your tongues finally intertwine.

But of course, he thought you were apologizing for the earlier action. How stupid, right? His eyes widen as he feels you slip out of him...

And a surprised gasp escapes his lips as you suddenly break the kiss and roll him over onto his stomach. His eyes narrow a bit as you thrust into him again, much more roughly than you had originally. All the air is expelled from his lungs in one thrust, causing him to whimper, almost inaudibly, and grab the sheets beneath him, making them squeak pitifully.

"I don't think you'll show up for practice tomorrow, Hyo."

His eyes widen and he's about to turn around to ask what you're even talking about. But he bites his tongue as he feels your thrusts resume. Your hands on his sides and the way your thumbs press into the small of his back, causing him to arch even further, more than his back would allow for.

"You... A-ah, what do y-you mean?" an almost pathetic cry escapes his lips, his face resting on the pillows, hiding his probably very adorable face from you.

"I don't know... Maybe I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to get out of bed... Or maybe you'll be in such a state that you won't be able to show yourself to others out of shame... Who knows?"

Your voice is almost dripping with sarcasm, even though you were being serious to some extent. Your hand slides higher, tangling in Chigiri's hair, and immediately pulling his head back, causing him to throw his head back with an almost squeak.

"If only you could see yourself... You look even more beautiful than usual, my mistress," you smirk lightly, biting the thin skin behind his ear, causing him to openly groan.

Drool runs down the corner of his lips and down his chin as his ass trembles slightly from your thrusts, as does his entire body. His hips try to move in time with your thrusts, but even he has a hard time doing so.

"I have to keep going, right?" the question escapes your lips, and he nods desperately, trying to get out at least a word, but any word that wasn't a moan or even a cry was stuck in his throat.

Sae Itoshi.

Your eyes almost glisten at the sight before you. The self-proclaimed linebacker's body was barely able to stand, although he held up surprisingly well for his situation. He leaned against the shower wall, trying to muffle his moans as much as possible so that no one would hear his moans or any other sounds from the locker room.

He was just teasing you a little, touching you in a way that was too obvious a couple of times during training, and you were very lucky that no one noticed. Otherwise, you would hardly be able to explain why his fingers slid under your jersey or the elastic of your shorts.

And he? He wouldn't even bother explaining.

"Will you keep quiet? It's no use, dear, it's too late for all this... Do you have any idea how hard it is to train with a boner, and with a view of your figure from behind?" your voice was almost honey-sweet as your fingers disappeared inside him with a slick sound, accompanied only by Sae's quiet, almost inaudible sounds.

Your free hand moved one of his ass cheeks to the side, watching as he squirmed at the sensation and your hand almost automatically slapped his ass cheek. You immediately felt a kick to your leg, obviously because someone might hear the slap.

Although they all saw that you went to the shower together. It wasn't surprising, but Sae usually didn't allow you to do that. So no one was thinking anything too explicit... But they could of course.

"Stop it! We'll get spotted, idiot," Sae whispers, biting his lips hard, trying to muffle any sounds that were trying to escape him, which wasn't too hard since he wasn't particularly loud, but...

It's hard to hold back when you're being fingered like they're trying to punch you in the gut or something. It was hard for him to do that either.

He was barely able to stand, and the slippery floor and his rapid breathing from not only the situation but also the hot shower weren't helping. He wanted to grab onto anything to make sure he wouldn't fall.

And you, being the good boyfriend that you are, were going to make sure of that!

His turquoise eyes widen in surprise as you turn his torso to face you, forcing his legs to wrap around your waist while you hold him up, then sit down on the tiled floor, still holding his fingers in place. You had to adjust the position of your fingers in obvious discomfort, but the look on his face was worth it.

"What the hell are you doing?" the question falls from his bitten lips as Sae almost chokes on the words, grabbing your shoulders, grateful that you are both now sitting up.

You tilt your head to the side slightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. And he jumps when he feels another slap, knowing he won't last like this for much longer.

"I'm not done, Sae... Don't hide your face, I can't hear you, so I don't want to not be able to see you either," you whisper right into his ear, causing his back to arch from your hot breath.

You feel his nails literally digging into your skin, but you'll take care of that later. Right now, you need to see his face up close, while his insides are being rearranged by just three of your fingers.

He reluctantly pulls away, sitting over your lap and resting his kneecaps on the tiled floor. The older Itoshi looked divine... Arched like that just from you and such poor stimulation. Almost on the verge of tears. But he's not so fucked that he's ready to lose his pride.

"This hasn't even started and you're already like this... What will you be like later, baby?"

He just exhales loudly in response, and immediately twitches when he feels a slap on his inner thigh, too dangerously close to his cock. His knees shook and he felt an all too familiar sensation, he clenched around you unconsciously, but then whined pathetically when you deprived him of stimulation.

"No, you won't cum... Let's finish taking a shower and continue in a comfortable place. This is not a good place to fuck your brains out, handsome," Sae didn’t know if he wanted to kill you, he could sit back on your fingers, considering that you pulled them out but didn’t push them away, or he could even take your dick and sit on it...

But he will obey, realizing that much more awaits him ahead, for now.

Rin Itoshi.

Your lips stretch into a smirk, slightly trembling due to your growing pleasure. Your hand didn't even need to hold the brunette's head anymore, kneeling in front of you. He was doing just fine on his own.

Although his burning gaze should have been intimidating or at least stressful, it only served to fuel your arousal. His lips wrapped around your cock, his cheeks hollowed out, adding extra stimulation to your cock, and to be honest, you could definitely cum just from the sight of tears on his eyelashes.

His hands were clinging to your thighs, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers, slightly choking with every deep throat he took, but the younger Itoshi was clearly doing a lot better than he had been doing a few minutes ago.

"So? You don't want to tell me anything?"

He shook his head at your question, as much as he could with your cock in his throat, of course. Of course, he's not ready to give in and surrender to you completely just yet.

But that's easy to fix. Your fingers slide through his hair, squeezing it and pulling his head lower down your shaft, causing his nose to collide with your pubic bone, causing him to pull away and clear his throat.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" you repeat the question, looking at him thoughtfully, wondering if his ego will crumble now or if you'll have to make the crack deeper.

"... I'm sorry," he whispers almost inaudibly and inaudibly, and you wouldn't understand what he said if you weren't waiting for it.

"What should I forgive you for, Rin?"

He looks up at you, still displeased, leaning closer and licking a stripe along your shaft from the base to the head, licking your slit, causing you to moan slightly.

"I'm sorry for being a bad boy... But I'll do it again sooner or later anyway," he shrugs, barely visible, taking a part of your cock into his palm and beginning to suck on your head.

"Oh, I'm sure. I need you to learn your lesson now... And then later."

His turquoise eyes flick up to you, and he deliberately runs his tongue along your slit a couple more times before he starts to swallow your cock again, taking in more and more each time.

He doesn't break eye contact at all, his eyes just squinting slightly as his throat tries to adjust to the intrusion again, but he manages just fine.

Though, once you feel him using his tongue again, you raise an eyebrow, watching as Rin pulls away from you.

"And here I thought you were capable of more than teaching me to behave just for a while," he utters smugly as he licks your cock, as if he knows it gives you indescribable pleasure, especially when he looks at you with those eyes that glitter with anything but submission.

"Naughty boy," he squeezes your thighs completely as you grab the back of his head, starting to impale his mouth on your cock yourself.

His eyes squeeze tightly as he tries to relax his throat as much as possible for you. Itoshii clearly enjoyed this, otherwise he would have given you the signal to stop a long time ago, but he only continued to make moans mixed with the sound of choking.

"You will understand where your place is, don't worry, precious boy."

A tear rolls down his cheek, but he makes some kind of agreeing sound, which also sounds like he is pleased, considering how the corner of his lips twitches into a semblance of a smile. Oh, you will be convinced that he will be good, unbearably good.

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cheonstapes · 11 months ago

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HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

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dixonsbrat · 1 year ago

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could you write some fluff abt swimming with corio in the lake??

𖥔 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𖥔

summary ; you and coriolanus decide to visit the lake.

pairing ; coriolanus snow x fem!reader

notes ; nothing that i can think of, some kissing and a lot of fluff , spoilers for tbosas !

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

with each breath, the worries and burdens of living in the districts seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace that settled deep within your soul. the warm air filled your lungs as you inhaled deeply, both invigorating and calming at the same time. there was nothing quite like the peaceful embrace you felt walking through the woods, offering you solace in its own unique way, letting you feel its energy.

the clearing was bathed in a bright glow, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the high trees that surrounded, while birds chirped their melodious tunes in the background. they were all that could be heard, other than the low trickles of water from the lake, and the crunching of leaves beneath your lover’s feet as he finally met your side.

you turned towards him, your heart filling with anticipation and excitement as he closed the distance between you. the affectionate smile on his face mirrored the feelings coursing through your own veins.

“it’s so beautiful out here,” you hum, taking in another deep breath and letting your senses fill with that of the earth.

coriolanus wraps his arm around your shoulder, a sense of warmth and comfort. his closeness brings a small smile to your face, and you rest your head against his side as he breathes a soft “yeah.”

your heart flutters as his gaze locks with yours, drawing you in like a magnet. as the sunlight illuminates his features, casting a heavenly glow upon his face, you find yourself captivated by his radiant presence. his eyes, like vibrant gems, sparkle with a warmth that touches your very soul.

you could get lost in them – in him – forever.

scrunching your nose up at him, you give a playful push and head towards the start of the dock, dropping your bag packed with necessities for the day as you do. he follows in your footsteps, kicking off his boots and removing his socks swiftly, all while keeping his eyes fully trained on you.

there was a boyish grin on his face, something you didn’t see often, but when you did, it filled you with the most unruly butterflies. it made you wish you could see it more, while breaking your heart a little bit at the same time that you didn’t.

you waste no time in removing your own items of clothing and letting them fall to the ground in a messy pile, leaving coriolanus as you wait in the middle of the wooden path for him to meet your side once more.

standing there, you can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for these stolen moments of bliss. in a world that often felt overwhelming and suffocating, being able to share these memories with him feels like a precious gift.

you remember the countless secret rendezvous, the stolen glances while he was on duty, and the hidden touches that were filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. your love, forbidden by the laws of the capitol, had never felt so important. the mountains in the distance stand tall and proud, reminding you that there is so much more to this world than just constraints and limitations. the open field beyond the water stretches out endlessly, just like the endless possibilities that awaited. it was humbling to remember just how small you really were in the world.

yet, at the same time, as coriolanus meets you again, his arms reaching to wrap around your chest, you can’t help but feel like you were right where you were meant to be.

with that thought in mind, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together, and let him take the lead the rest of the way, until your toes hang over the edge of the dock. he looks down at you, that same boyish grin still present, and gives you a wink before the two of you jump off the ledge.

as you hit the cool water, you feel exhilarated, a wave of freedom washing over you. the splashes and ripples create a symphony of sound that echoes in your ears, and as you resurface, you’re immediately greeted by coriolanus’ beaming smile.

in the midst of the shimmering waves, you catch each other’s gaze and laughter bubbles up from within you both as you playfully splash water at one another. there’s a shared child-like joy that comes out of the friendly competition, but ultimately coryo is the one to give in, raising his arms up to surrender.

your laughter fades away with the wind, leaving you both in a comfortable silence. a silence that doesn’t need to be filled, nor do you want it to be. the two of you meet in the middle, your legs guiding you to wrap about his waist, as his hand meets the side of your face.

you lean into the touch, and despite the cool water, you can still feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. his fingers gently stroke your cheek, tracing invisible patterns, and his touch lingers for a moment, filled with tenderness. you close your eyes, wanting to savour the intimacy of it. “you know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and what you could only pinpoint to be mischief, “i never expected to find someone like you in my life.”

you open your eyes to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. “i feel the same way,” you admit. “i never could have imagined that i’d fall for someone like you, and yet here we are.”

coriolanus' gaze grows tender as his eyes bore into you now. “we may be different, but that’s what makes us so perfect for each other.”

a surge of emotions courses through you like a tidal wave and your lips finally meet. the sensations that had built up inside now overflow, causing you to release all inhibitions. the kiss becomes a catalyst for the intense feelings you were harbouring for the boy before you.

his hand gently grazes the back of your neck and shivers rolls down your spine. the kiss deepens, filled with desire, longing, a reassuring promise that no one could ever break you apart.

reluctantly, you have to pull away, the need for oxygen playing an undeniable factor. you don’t move far, your foreheads lingering together as your chests heave, and you catch your breaths. you smile, your heart racing, as you reach out to brush your fingers against his cheek now. you both stay in the water for a while longer, enjoying each other’s company and the tranquillity of the lake.

there was an enigmatic force that kept pulling you together, and you may not know what the future held or where life in panem would take you both, but one thing you knew for sure was that coriolanus was yours, and you were his.

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hells-wasabii · 10 months ago

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Haii can i get general fluff of Valentino being soft with his wife s/o.

A/N: absolutely! i'm a sucker for domestic stuff! I kinda defaulted to a headcanon format, but i think you'll still enjoy it anon! if you'd like a drabble tho, don't hesitate to ask!

Part 1 | Part 2

Character: Valentino

Type: Headcanons (Val x wife! s/o, Fluff)

Valentino is a demon who's in tune with his emotions, too much so depending on who you ask. This of course translates into his marriage with you. He's definitely not afraid to let you know how deeply his affection for you runs.

You'd best believe this man has nicknames for you: some in English, some in Spanish, all with love. I can also guarantee you he's called you wifey, too. He most definitely considers himself to be the king of the porn industry, which makes you his queen. And you'd best believe he lets you know it too.

Being in a position of power like his, it requires him to be hardened with all those he associates with, employees and fellow overlords alike. So many souls looking to take advantage of any sign of weakness. The fact that he can go home to you and the afterlife that you've built together, to be able to just decompress and be soft with you means more to him than he'll likely admit. This in turn means that he'll also be pouty and put on a woe-is-me act, especially if you're busy when he gets home.

On especially bad days when he's on a rampage/tirade after letting his emotions get the better of him, don't be surprised to get a call from Vox or Velvette, or both. It's quite amazing how easily you're able to calm him down, so much so that I'd dare to say it actually frightens the other Vee's to a degree.

When it comes to cuddling he prefers to be big spoon, mostly due to his wings. You even touching his wings is something that would take years to build up to. Moths can't have their wings tampered with otherwise they might not be able to use them anymore. This takes a LOT of trust from Val. On extra special occasions when you cuddle he loves to wrap his arms around you and just hold you close, cocooning the both of you in his wings.

On the topic of physical affection, when he's with you there's a solid 83% chance that he's touching you in some form or fashion. A hand grazing you as he reaches past you, honestly even just hovering. He's very touchy-feely. It only got worse after you two tied the knot.

He also flaunts the fact that you're married. Not a whole lot of Sinner Demons can say that, can they? He doesn't think so at least, but then again he doesn't really care enough to check. He's so proud to have you and why wouldn't he be? He'll go out of his way to introduce you/talk about you to others. "Oh, by the way. have you met my WIFE? Fabulous, isn't she?" Vox and Velvette who take the brunt of the flauntings are just looking at him like: yes Val, this is the second time we've gone through this today.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino #request

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runnning-outof-time · 7 months ago

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A Special Woman | Tommy Shelby x Reader (featuring a very special guest)

Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s The Grandma Series

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader & a very special guest

Summary: (Y/N)’s big day is made extra special by one of the most important people in her life.

Warnings: none

A/N: ok so there’s a lot of dancing happening here…I didn’t quite mean for it to be such a focal point, but I guess that’s what happens when you write fragments at a time. I hope it’s not overkill for y’all! I also wrote this envisioning it being set in modern times, but it could definitely be read in the PB period as well. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: I’m sorry it took me sooo long to write this, Mar but I knew that I wanted to participate in this lovely celebration of yours. I hope you like it!!

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“Darling you look wonderful,” the older woman said to her granddaughter. It was probably the fourth time she’d assured her of it. “Stop fussing with your dress,” she then swatted the younger woman’s hands down.

“But what if it’s…”

“But nothing,” (Y/N) was brushed off yet again, “you’re dress is perfect. You’re perfect,” the older woman said as she moved to stand behind her. “Let me fix the back now.”

(Y/N) conceded, allowing her grandmother to work on getting the back of her dress tightened. She stood still as the buttons and ties were done up, her smile widening with each second that passed. This was really happening…soon enough she’d be married.

Her eyebrows furrowed together at the feeling of something cool being draped around her neck. She looked down and noticed that a small, light blue locket was now resting against her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as she realized exactly which locket this was.

This locket had been in her family since the day that her grandfather draped it around her grandmother’s neck. Inside of it was still a picture of the couple in their younger days. The love that was present between them in that photo still remained all of these years later. (Y/N) hoped that she’d have a love like that with the man she would soon vow to spend the rest of her life with.

“Gram…” she trailed off, getting choked up as she turned to look at the older woman.

“It’ll be your something blue,” her grandmother smiled back at her, “you wear it beautifully.”

“Thank you for allowing me to wear it,” (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around the other woman then. “You know it’s always been one of my favorite pieces of yours,” she added once they pulled away from each other.

“Maybe I’ll get you one of your own then,” the older woman thought aloud, “you can add a photo of you and Thomas into it.”

The saying of her fiancé’s name was enough to set off butterflies in the bride-to-be’s stomach. She couldn’t help the little giddy dance she did before her grandmother took hold of her arms and squeezed them gently.

“Everything is ready for you now, (Y/N),” the event coordinator announced as she entered the dressing room.

(Y/N) acknowledged the statement before she turned back to her grandmother. The older woman instantly noticed the fact that nerves were seeping into her granddaughter’s features. She wouldn’t let them take over. “Let’s get you married,” she announced, sqeezing the younger woman’s arms once more before she led her out of the dressing room.

(Y/N) met with her mother and father in the lobby, accepting both of their arms so that they could help walk her down the aisle. She sent one last beaming smile to her grandmother, who waved at her before she entered the main area of the chapel to take her seat.

Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves on the dance floor directly after the wedding party introductions were made. They both knew that they’d share their first dance as a way to kick the reception off into full swing. A little bit of a calm before the storm, (Y/N) was calling it.

She enjoyed being held close by her husband. Even though all of their guests’ eyes were on them, she truly felt like she and Tommy were the only two people in the room.

“I’m happy all of that’s over,” Tommy mumbled into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers as they slowly swayed.

(Y/N) just had to pull her face away to see him clearly, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our wedding ceremony, Thomas Shelby?” she asked, feigning shock.

Tommy’s lips tugged up into a smirk upon seeing her expression. “Oh I enjoyed it, love,” he assured her, tilting his head to the side and grimacing slightly before he finished his statement, “the attention of our families, not so much.”

A breath of a laugh left (Y/N)’s lips as she ran her hand down the lapel of his suit jacket. “For a man who thrives off of power and attention I must say that I’m quite surprised to hear that.”

“I would’ve been happy with it being just you and I, eloping and then telling our families after the fact.”

“I don’t think our families would have appreciated that,” she commented with a smile.

“Even better,” he grinned, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

“Cake time!” (Y/N)’s mother exclaimed, prompting everyone to turn their attention to the newlyweds where they stood by their wedding cake. It was quite simple, a three-tiered cake that had silver and gold accents throughout its floral decorations.

Tommy and (Y/N) took hold of the cutting knife and together cut a piece of the cake from its bottom tier. Tommy held the plate between the two of them after making sure that (Y/N) had a fork.

“Clean or messy?” he asked, his words quiet enough so that only (Y/N) heard them.

“Clean…” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows and sending him a look that he immediately took as something along the lines of ‘messy later’.

“Cheeky,” he commented, winking at her before they both got a forkful of the cake.

“Whenever you’re ready!” her mom called, making the two remember that their party guests were still crowded around them. If there was one thing that (Y/N) and Tommy had down, it was that they were able to make each other feel as though they were the only people in the room.

The room broke out in applause as they cleanly placed the forkful of cake into each others mouth, and (Y/N) was easily able to distinguish Arthur’s wolf whistle amongst the cheers when Tommy leaned in and kissed her.

It was a bit later in the evening when (Y/N) saw that her grandmother was finally free. She’d been playing the role of social butterfly all night, meshing with Tommy’s family naturally. This may be the only time she was alone, so (Y/N) wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. “I’m going to go have a dance with gram, if that’s alright,” she told Tommy, making to leave the small group conversation they’d been pulled into.

“Go ‘head,” Tommy answered, sending her off with a soft smile.

“Shall we dance?” (Y/N) asked her grandmother as she approached her from the side.

“Oh!” the older woman exclaimed, surprised by the sudden voice. Her surprised expression quickly fizzled into a smile when she noticed who was beside her. “Of course, darling,” she hastily agreed, allowing her granddaughter to take her of her hand and lead her onto the dance floor.

“I see that you’re getting along with Tommy’s family fine,” (Y/N) made conversation as they swayed to the soft song.

“Swimmingly,” her grandmother smiled, glancing off to find Tommy, who was now talking with one of his brothers. “He’s good for you, (Y/N),” she added, looking back to her granddaughter.

“He is,” the younger woman agreed, smiling as she also snuck a glance over where her husband was. Her smile widened as she looked at her grandmother once more. “Thank you for all that you’ve done to help me today, gram,” she said.

“I want only the best for my granddaughter,” the older woman responded, her smile matching (Y/N)’s.

The sound of a throat being cleared made them both look to the side. Tommy was standing there, wearing a smile that made butterflies erupt in (Y/N)’s stomach. “May I steal her for a dance?” he asked, not addressing either of the ladies in particular.

“Of course,” (Y/N)’s grandmother immediately answered, stepping to the side so that he be able to take his bride’s hand.

“No, you,” he clarified, holding his hand out to the older woman.

“Really?” surprise was evident in her voice, “what a gentleman he is,” she then said to her granddaughter.

Tommy winked at his bride before he led her grandmother out onto the dance floor.

(Y/N) had to take a moment as she watched them begin to dance slowly. She quickly realized how grateful she was for those two people swaying out on the floor. She was grateful for Tommy; a man who she could love deeply and be loved deeply by. Those outside of their circle may not think that Tommy Shelby was capable of a love like that, but that was the Tommy Shelby that (Y/N) has the pleasure of knowing.

She was also grateful for her grandmother; a woman who was truly the cornerstone of her family. A woman who taught (Y/N) how to be the woman she is take. Her grandmother was truly special, and (Y/N) knew that without her, she wouldn’t know where she’d be.

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Postnote: it ended rather abruptly there…I didn’t mean for that, but I’ve been hanging onto it for a looong time and wanted it to finally be out in the world. It’s also only loosely edited because…well I wanted to just get it posted already.

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ervotica · 1 year ago

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Dunno if you're still taking requests regarding the slytherin boys, but I'll try my luck soo I was thinking like maybe something about spending time with Enzo in one of the dorms while all the other slytherins are out in hogsmeade or whatever and just cuddling and all that sappy stuff??

In case you do write it, thank you so much <3

pairing; lorenzo berkshire x fem!slytherin!reader

tags; established relationship, disgusting sappy toothache inducing fluff, very much calm!boyfriend x dramatic!girlfriend trope, shitty writing (sorry!)

The dorm is blissfully quiet; your rowdy bunch of friends have taken a day trip to Hogsmeade and Enzo has essentially glued himself to you, coaxing you to the common room to spend the day together.

And, well, you’re not going to complain. An entire uninterrupted day with your favourite boy in the world? How could you possibly object to that?

You sigh exaggeratedly and roll on the bed where you're sprawled next to him, pushing your lips out into a pout and blinking owlishly in that wide-eyed way you tend to when you want something; Enzo has always been particularly fond of your flair for the dramatic. His smile is soft in comparison, half-moon dimples pushing out of his perfect cheeks as he mimics your movements and comes to a stop mere inches from your face.

"What is it, my lover," he drawls in an awful attempt at some sort of Southern cowboy accent, a crooked finger tickling underneath your chin as though you're a cat. You seem to approve regardless.

"It's just not acceptable, Enzo!" you whine, throwing yourself onto your back in a mess of limbs and hair. He tilts his head, eyebrows raised and awaiting the continuation of your theatrical outburst. "We are not nearly close enough together. Look how much room there is between us!" You gesture wildly to the two inch gap separating you and him and feign distress, a hand clutched to your chest in faux shock.

"Come here then, sweet girl," he coos, hands reaching out to tug you up and into his arms. You settle between his thighs, chin propped against his chest as he gazes at you, tucking flyaways behind your ears when you wrap your arms around him. You scrunch your nose as he grazes it with the tip of his thumb devotedly and laughs.

"I love you." His fingers trail the expanse of your face; every crease and crevice, each bump and ridge and slope. He leaves nowhere without his gentle touch, his reverent worship.

You soften and rest your cheek against his warm shoulder, arms coming up to hook around his neck. You never feel like you're quite close enough with him, always wanting more, wanting to burrow inside of his very soul; everywhere you go, you always hunger after his touch- fingers interlinked, knees brushing chastely, a modest peck before you ever part from his company.

"I love you more," you murmur, promptly serious at his declaration. Your face gravitates towards him almost unconsciously and you're slotting your lips between his for a kiss. Once, twice, and then a long, lingering one before you rest your forehead against his, noses brushing.

"Don't ever leave me," you say suddenly. "I've never loved anyone like this."

This time he's the one to break the tension, squeezing you so tight you wheeze and pressing open mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he can reach. They're half-moon shaped, just like his dimples.

"Never," he mumbles into your skin, pulling the duvet over you as you snuggle further into his warmth. Your eyes are heavy.

By the time the rest of the group return from their outing, you're both sound asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Enzo snores quietly and you're completely still, calm and content. It's the quietest your friends have ever seen you.

Enzo's your person. And your person calms the racing thoughts that spin in your mind. He allows you to relax in the cocoon of safety he's formed around you.

Pansy forces them all out of the dorm to let the pair of you sleep, and for that you are grateful.

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celestelunia · 4 months ago

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Just a small story that I did in between requests to celebrate being over 100 followers 🫶

Azul x reader have an established relationship.

You and Azul were walking through the town on a date, the snow crunching under both of your shoes. Both of you had spent the afternoon on a date, and as the sun was starting to set, Azul led you up to the very spot where you both had your first date. It was a nice secluded area that had a breathtaking view of the ocean. "It's amazing how much a season can make a place look so different."

"I rather like it." You said with a smile as you took in the cold salty air with a deep breath. "This is turning into one of my favorite places. I rather like how it looks with all the snow."

"I couldn't imagine being here with anyone else," the house warden chuckled.

You smiled as you wrapped yourself around your boyfriend's arm and glanced up at him. "Good. I might not look like it, but I can get rather jealous, you know?" You added with a soft giggle.

Azul looked down at you and smirked, asking, "Even though you know that you have my heart and soul?"

"Doooo I?" You hummed softly before you laugh. "I do. I do know that." You said before you gently pulled on his arm a bit, and once Azul was close enough, you stole a kiss from him. "I do love you with all my heart and soul." You whispered.

Azul kissed you back deeply before he turned you around so your back was resting against his chest, arms snaked around your waist holding you close as you both watched the ocean together.

After a few moments, he covered your eyes with his hands so you wouldn't see him blushing heavily. "You know... you were a wild card for me at first, but now I don't think I can live without you."

Feeling Azul cover your eyes, you blinked before you held back a laugh. You noticed he tended to try to hide your gaze from him when he got embarrassed, and you thought it was such an adorable side to him. "I still remember the day you asked me out." You said as you decided to leave his hands over your eyes for now. "I almost passed out in the hallway." You said recalling how nervous you were that day. "But I'm so happy you did." You replied as you reached out and gently placed your hand against his arm.

Azul pressed a kiss to the top of your head before moving his hand away your eyes but still kept them at you eyelevel before a chain fell from his hand with a beautiful pearl ring dangling from the necklace. "Then would you like to make a deal with me...?"

When you felt Azul move his hands from your eyes, you opened them, and as you did, you saw a chain hanging from his hand. As he spoke, your gaze moved to the pearl ring hanging from the chain as you felt like her whole world came to a sudden stop. It was beautiful. "...I would." You whispered before you leaned your head back up against his chest to look up at him as your whole face flushed red. Your heart felt like it was exploding from your chest right now!

"You know you would be signing away your life, right?" The housewarden asked, grinning as he dangled the chain with the ring in front of you. He dived deeper than he had ever dived last weekend to find this rare pearl. Not that he wouldn't tell you that he almost died for it...

At his very "Azul" like questions, you just laugh as you spun around, so you were chest to chest now. "If it's to you, I have no issues with signing my life over to you." You said before you suddenly placed your head on his chest to hide as if to hide. "I really love you, Azul...." You muttered against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his wrist. There were no words that could describe how much you loved this man before you, and now you felt embarrassed as your overwhelming feelings were getting the better of you.

Azul hugged you tight to his chest as he kissed you deeply before whispering, "I love you so much..."

"Mm." You hummed softly as you took in his warmth. "This pearl is beautiful...where did you get it?" You asked as you tried to calm down, but you could still feel the blush hot against your cheeks.

"Oh, I have my ways," he chuckled out as he took it off the chain and gently slid it onto your finger. "Think you can be patient until we graduate?"

Deciding to drop the question on it for now, you glanced down at the ring on your finger before you gently touched the pearl with your free hand. "When it comes to you, I can be patient." You said with a smile. "This is more than enough right now...." you whispered as you felt your blush deepen even more as you brought your hands up to cover your face. Now you understood why Azul always wanted to hide when he got embarrassed.

Azul smiled softly as he reached out and gently removed your hands from your face. He just loves seeing you flustered like this. "I love you, Y/N..."

"And I love you, Azul Ashengrotto." You whispered before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. The snow fell around them as they continued to kiss and bask in each others presence.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst #twst x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #celeste lunia writing

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zeedist · 7 days ago

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OOPS, LAB ACCIDENT.ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

oopsie﹕a lab accident and a worried boyfriend. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, short + sweet. word count: 0.6k proofread: nope.

Ever since that fateful day you bumped into Alhaitham as he exited his Botany class, knocking all of his carefully sorted leaf samples to the ground and spending a solid six hours together sorting them out per species, because you felt so awfully bad at the kicked puppy look sinking in his face that you simply couldn’t just apologize and walk away without helping him—

Anyways. Since that day and with all the time spent together, you have come to be able to recognize the different little actions every of his emotions displayed in his body language. How his nose scrunches when he gets stuck in a Physics problem, or how his fingers dance silently on the table with a tapping motion when he grows impatient with the Biology teacher’s classically slow lessons that drained both of your souls. Even how his handwriting grows messier the more passionate he is about an essay, and how his eyes twinkle when finding a new topic interesting.

You know your boyfriend so well, you could take pride in it even.

It’s truly a shame that you can’t put this little acquired skill of yours to practice today because it doesn’t take a genius to guess his mood.

Alhaitham storms in the laboratory without knocking on the door and instead, very out of his character, shoving it open so hard it nearly smashed against the wall. Brows deep in a frown and coat hanging hazardously on his shoulders. Chest heaving and dusty-gray strands of hair sticking to his forehead. It only took him fifteen minutes to get there from the other side of the main building and ten of them had been because he was in the middle of a presentation. He tended to his phone after finishing and promptly ran the entire way there even when you insisted it only was a minor accident and not life-threatening in the slightest.

You weren’t even in grave risk to begin with. Out of pure bad luck, as you tried to pry open a clam for examination, the blade slipped and had cut through the glove. Fellow classmates, mostly Tighnari, had been right beside you and helped you clean up the wound and patch it up. The wound wasn’t deep even, though the experience might have been unnerving. In the end, in a day or two’s time, it wouldn’t even bother you anymore.

Yet your boyfriend rushes to your side, hands immediately cupping your face carefully. You feel his fingers shaking, eyes darting all over your face and then through your body until noticing the gauze wrapped around your left hand. His voice drips with concern as he asks, soft-spoken with you even when stressed out of his mind, “Are you okay, my dear? What happened? I thought you said you were only examining today, how did you get cut?”

You explain what happened, watching how a semblance of calm relaxes his face but his shoulders remain tense. Logically, he understands you are safe and although not even a life-threatening wound, the sight of your bandaged hand makes his heart constrict. Alhaitham shifts, getting down on one knee to have a closer view. Hands seeking yours and soon, carefully examining the improvised first aid and when deeming it good enough, a deep sigh lets out his stress. His dropped eyes find yours, rounded and pleading, “Please be more careful my dear, you scared me.”

He brings your healthy hand to his cheek, you feel the warmth of them. He leans his face into your hold with a vulnerability creeping into his gaze, “You me, remember? I worry about you, it hurts me to see you hurt like this. Try not to ever scare me like that again, my dear. Please.”

#alhaitham x female reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #other students in the room be like what?#i am going to sleep #🌱﹕academia days

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Diavolo + A

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• After a passionate night together, Diavolo and MC lie together in their bed, exhausted but utterly thrilled and content. Diavolo cuddles and caresses MC, nuzzling their neck and whispering sweet words of love and adoration in their ears. they both look each other in the eye and smile gently. Diavolo cups MC's face in his hands and leans in for one last tender kiss, then they both drift peacefully off to sleep together, comfortable and fulfilled.

• Diavolo would likely be quite concerned with making sure the MC isn't in pain or discomfort and would be willing to do whatever he can to make them feel better. Overall, Diavolo would be a very attentive and loving partner after sex.

• Diavolo would hold MC tightly in his arms, gently stroking their hair and holding them close. He would whisper words of affection and praise into their ear, telling them how much he cares about them and how they are perfect just the way they are.

• He would also probably nuzzle MC's neck and give them kisses all over, showing them his love and affection while soothing their nerves and calming any anxiety they may have after a particularly intimate moment.

• Diavolo would remain patient and gentle with MC, making sure they feel safe and taken care of even after intimacy. {"My darling, you have once again been completely and utterly wonderful. I cannot put into words how happy you and our time together makes me. You are everything to me, and I will always cherish every single beautiful moment spent with you. I love you with all my heart."}

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Diavolo likes to touch your hair and face, he grabbed your head with his large hand and brought his face closer to yours as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You both were panting, breathing hard, as you were drowning in his bright eyes. Those golden eyes which were so shiny in that dark room. "Huuuh...Aaah... dia..." you moaned.

Diavolo surely had a soft spot for touching your cheeks in particular. He would also likely like to touch you all over, and would probably be very interested in exploring and discovering all the ways your body can react and feel, from your sensitive and vulnerable areas to your most ticklish or even erotic spots.

"You're so good for me, dear." He gave you a little chuckle as he was scanning your body and soul with his golden eyes... yes, he could see you in that dark room.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, eliminating the distance between your lips and his. the Prince welcomed your desire to kiss; exploring your mouth with his loyal tongue. While he was holding your waist with his other hand and helping you to ride him.

Diavolo would probably also have a soft spot for touching and caressing your hips and thighs, as well as your neck, collarbone, and any other areas of your body that might be exposed or easily accessible.

Your moans got louder when he finally let go of your hair and gripped your thighs with both his hands. You couldn't close your mouth at all as he pounds himself into you and your whole body was trembling, shaking and going up and down.

"...Dia...Dia! I'm... I'm...mmm–!" He was no longer the gentle soft giant you knew, but somehow rough, with his big tongue inside your mouth, and your saliva mixed, making mess.

Diavolo could feel the full weight and warmth of your body on top of him. It was also a nice view for him. Yes, you were not that heavy for him, particularly his hands were focusing on your hips and thighs, which he was enjoying touching and caressing them hardly.

"Shhh... be patient, just a little more..." He whispered on your ear, making you to ride him faster by pushing you up and down.

"Aaaaa...Ah! I can't take it anymore!—" you cry out as you were digging your nails on his shoulders. He wrapped his large arms around your waist and held you firmly in place, cuming inside you as he pressed his lips to your delicate shoulder.

You called his name for the last time as you came at the same time. And you stayed in that position for some minutes. No no, he wasn't going to waste a drop of it, you had to take it all in and keep there, even though his seed was too much for you so eventually some of it flowed out, dripping from his own hips.

And in that dark room, no sound could be heard except for your pantings...

You were out of energy, surely if he hadn't wrapped his arms around your waist you would have fallen and passed out right there. Your hands slid to your sides and you slumped back limply as you tried to breathe deeper.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder and then hugged your body tighter and rested his head on your shoulder. With your head tilted back, you looked up at the black and dark ceiling... you could hardly even see the movement of the black curtains around his king sized bed.

"Thank you MC, you are perfect." He gently laid your limp body on the bed and brought his face close to yours as he was on top of you. He tried his best not to put his weight on you.

You caressed his hair and cheek lazily. His eyes were shining brighter than ever.

"Dia... I love you." and now that the clouds had finally moved away from the moon, you could see his face in the moonlight lightening the room. He smiled happily, and kissed your forehead.

He placed his hand on your stomach gently and caressed it, then, slowly pulled himself out of you. "Love you too, my dear."

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ciggrx · 3 months ago

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Threads of the fate

Pairing-: Sukuna x F!reader

Summary-: you are childhood friends with the village's chief's son while being a poor maiden. How will it go for you? Is it a happy ending?

"what...what do you mean..? The hc-nette asked, nervously as she studied sukuna. He looked...mad. furious even.

"Didn't you hear me?" He seethed catching her off guard.

"I-leave? For how long..?" Hc-nette asked in a small voice as her throat tightened as if she couldn't get the words out.

He didn't reply as he packed up her stuff tying them up in a cloth..a very fancy one at that. He must have bought it at one of the shops..

"Sukuna-" she tried to talk as he cut her off.

"Forever." His voice was cold and distant as he refused to look at her. A tense silence took over the place. The air was thick as her breath got stuck in her throat..

...

"Forever?" Her voice barely above a whisper, he stayed quiet- a silent conformation -as he took out a pouch from the sleeve of his kimono..

"These are some Wadōkaichin imported from the Tang Dynasty. Keep them. You'll require their need." He said in the same monotone voice as he tucked the pouch within her clothes.

"Sukuna you're coming along right-" she spoke and was cut off again as he sighed.

"I won't be accompanying you. You'll be on your own from here." He said, not sparing her a glance as she felt overwhelmed.

The hc-nette let out a shaky breath "whoever found it must have seen you too right?"

"I'll handle it." He says, calmly even though he was panicking. He knew. He knows if he runs away with her they will eventually find them both and he can't risk that. He can't risk putting her in danger.

He takes a deep breath, continuing. "I have an estate arranged for you. Far away from here. You'll be accompanied by one of my trusted accomplices." He takes a gulp as he finally turns to face her still not meeting her eyes. Not wanting to see the hurt etched into her face.

The hc-nette, looked at him desperately. Hoping he'd look at her. Once. Just once. She didn't want this to end like this. She wanted to tell him how she felt. She wanted to stay with him. She wanted to grow old with him as no matter the time they had spent together was enough for either of them. They carved more. They wanted more. But with where they're standing where fate has brought them it seemed impossible...and that hurt, hurt them more than either of them could've imagined.

"Sukuna..i-i can't" she choked her words out.

His eyes shot down to hers. His eyes were piercing into her soul, the look he gave her made her go quiet. "You can't what?" He asked in a fuming tone.

"I can't leave like this!" The hc-nette snapped, yelling even though she didn't intend to.

"Why? Why not?" He roared back. His eyebrows pulled together in anger and frustration his eyes moist as he tried not to cry. His expression softened as he saw the pain etched into her face.

"Because.. because I wanna be here..with you." She admitted with tears threatening to fall out.

Sukuna's face softens before hardening again. He can't be weak. No.

"You-" he tried to interrupt.

"No! You Listen to me." She interrupted him, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, to gather the strength to speak without crying as her throat tightened as if someone had wrapped up a sharp thread around her throat and it was slowly cutting through.

"Please..i..just listen to me. I don't want to leave. I don't wanna be alone. I-i wanna be with you." Tears flow down her face as she takes a breath.

"I..I like you okay? More..more than a friend more than I have liked anyone else ever. Hell..I love you. I love you okay?" She lets put a pained sob as sukuna stared at her.

There wasn't an expression on his face as if he had been shut down.

"It's..not like anything I had felt before..it feels like those books you read and explain to me. I can't put it in words..i love you so much it hurts.. please..I can't go alone..i cannot. Please. Come with me we can be happy together.." She pleaded.

Tears streaming down her face as she looks at him with love and hurt in her eyes. With a quite plead for him to come along with her. A plead to stay with her like he always had.

She tried to calm down her breathing as as stared at him.. waiting for a reply. For hopefully a reciprocation of her feelings..

..for him to suddenly laugh cruelly at her face.

"You? Love? Don't be stupid." He says harshly. Even though he was tearing apart at his own words wanting nothing but to hold her in his arm and never let go.

"Listen her woman. Who do you think you are, huh?" He asked with a scoff, slightly giving her a nudge. His fingers ghosting on her skin as he wanted to grab her and pull her close.

"Just because I have spent time with a poor girl like you. You think you're special?" He lets out a laugh.

"I pity you. I pity that you think your little confession will have a reciprocation."

She stayed quiet, not being able to process the words..the cruel way he's crushing her heart, as the tears only flow down more.

"Listen to me. You're pathetic. Be glad I'm sending you away not and letting you die. What? Come with you and be happy together? Please." He laughs again as he runs a hands through his hair. His head screaming at him to apologise. To pull her close and run away together as they both want, away from all this.

He sighs, with a smirk on his face as he wipes away a tear from the corner of his eye and flicks it away laughing. Pretending it was tears from laughing..at her when in reality he knew he was crying. He was crying because he didn't want her gone. Crying because he can't be with her. Crying because the fate is cruel.

"Look i don't love you. Tonight at 2 my accomplice will show up. Leave with him. Don't even come back. I don't wish to see you again...goodbye." He says as he turns around and leaves, his heart heavy, as he steps into the rainfall, he lets the tears flow down his face. Tears being covered up by the rain as he walks away. Regret filling him up as he keeps his face stoic. Walking away to keep her safe.

The hc-nette stands in her place, stunned. Hurt, confused. As she lets put a pained sob. Her knees feeling weak as she falls to the ground clutching the fabric over her heart. It hurt. As she let out cries. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as he left, she couldn't breathe properly. Her hands trembling as sobbed harder and harder, screamed until she couldn't anymore. Cried until tears refused to flow down. Cried until she felt numb and helpless. Her eyes flutter close. She was tired. A nap would do her good.

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Taglist: @thulhu , @sukioyakio , @skunabby , @shadowywizardarcade , @verviox , @kariatenoh, @mazzd4 @itsjustnikkixoxo

Hey guys! This chapter was just a lot of angst. I hope you like it. It's not proofread so ignore the mistakes please. The series will soon come to an end. Love you!!

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna

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yourmomsawh0r3 · 5 months ago

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Riley Green X S!nger fem reader

Riley had always loved the road. The hum of the bus wheels, the blur of landscapes passing by, and the energy of performing live for his fans were all parts of the life he adored. But this tour was different. It had a new, exciting edge to it, and the reason was Y/N L/N.

Y/N was an up-and-coming artist with a voice that was both raw and enchanting. Her music had a soulful depth that resonated with audiences, and her lyrics were poignant and heartfelt. Riley had noticed her talent early on and invited her to open for his tour, knowing she would captivate the crowd just as much as he did. What he hadn’t anticipated was how captivated he would become by her.

Rumors had started to spread like wildfire. Fans and industry insiders alike speculated about Riley and Y/N’s relationship. The two of them seemed inseparable, often seen laughing and talking backstage, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Then came the whispers about a duet a song they had supposedly written together. Fans were buzzing with excitement, and the anticipation was building up to a fever pitch.

Riley and Y/N had been trying to keep things under wraps. They cherished the moments they had in private, away from the prying eyes of the world. They spent late nights writing music, sharing stories, and slowly falling in love. Their song, “You Look Like You Love Me,” was the culmination of their shared experiences and emotions, a melody that told their story.

As the tour progressed, the day of their big reveal grew closer. Tonight, they would perform their song together for the first time, and Riley had something special planned. They had kept their relationship a secret for long enough, and he was ready to share his feelings with the world.

Backstage, just before the show, Riley found Y/N in her dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, her guitar resting on her lap, looking more nervous than he had ever seen her. Riley walked in, his presence immediately calming her.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down beside her. “You ready for this?”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. “I think so. Are you?”

Riley took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “We’ve got this. The fans are going to love the song, and they’re going to love us together. I promise.”

They spent a few more minutes together, going over the song one last time before it was time to take the stage. The venue was packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Y/N performed her set flawlessly, her voice captivating everyone in the room. Then it was Riley’s turn. He took the stage with his usual charisma, performing his hits and thrilling the audience.

Finally, the moment arrived. Riley paused his set and addressed the crowd. “I’ve got a special treat for y’all tonight,” he announced, his voice echoing through the arena. “There’s a new artist I want to introduce to you, someone incredibly talented and very special to me. Please welcome Y/N L/N!”

The crowd erupted in applause as Y/N walked back on stage, her guitar slung over her shoulder. Riley joined her, his guitar in hand, and they began to play “You Look Like You Love Me.” Their voices blended perfectly, the chemistry between them palpable. The audience was mesmerized, completely drawn into the intimate performance.

As they reached the chorus, Riley stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. The lyrics spoke of a love that couldn’t be hidden, a connection that was undeniable. And then, as the final notes of the song echoed through the venue, Riley made his move.

He gently set his guitar down and walked over to Y/N, pulling her close. The crowd held its breath, sensing something monumental was about to happen. Riley looked deep into Y/N’s eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her.

The arena erupted into cheers and applause, the fans going wild. Flashbulbs popped, capturing the moment for eternity. Riley and Y/N stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. In that instant, everything felt right.

As they pulled away, Riley took the microphone once more. “I guess the rumors are true,” he said with a grin, looking at Y/N with pure adoration. “We wrote that song together, and it means a lot to both of us. And yes, we’re together. She’s not just an incredible artist; she’s the love of my life.”

The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing through the night. Y/N, blushing and beaming, took the microphone from Riley. “Thank you all so much,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “This tour has been an amazing journey, and sharing this moment with you all is something we’ll never forget.”

The rest of the concert was a blur of energy and excitement. Riley and Y/N performed with a newfound intensity, their love fueling their music. As the night came to a close, they stood together on stage, hand in hand, basking in the adoration of their fans.

Backstage, as the adrenaline began to fade, Riley and Y/N found a quiet moment alone. “We did it,” Riley said, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we did. And it was perfect.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, they knew that this was just the beginning. Their love and music would continue to grow, and together, they would face whatever came their way. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would travel it together, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined. The concert was over, and the crowd had slowly trickled out of the venue, leaving behind an empty but still electrified space. Riley and Y/N had basked in the afterglow of their performance, enjoying the lingering cheers and applause that had filled the arena. But now, as the night deepened and the lights dimmed, it was just the two of them again.

The tour bus was parked out back, away from the commotion of the fans and crew. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the prying eyes of the world. As they climbed aboard, the hum of the engine and the gentle swaying motion provided a comforting backdrop.

Riley closed the door behind them, the click of the latch signaling the start of their private time. The interior of the bus was cozy, with plush seating and warm lighting that cast a soft glow over everything. Y/N was still buzzing from the performance, her heart racing from the adrenaline and the kiss they had shared on stage.

Riley turned to her, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection. "You were amazing tonight," he said, his voice low and husky.

Y/N smiled, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement. "So were you," she replied, stepping closer to him. The air between them was charged with an electric tension, a palpable heat that seemed to grow with each passing second.

Riley reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned into him, craving more of his closeness his lips inches from hers.

Before she could respond, Riley closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was as if all the pent-up emotions of the evening were pouring out, a fiery mix of love and desire that consumed them both. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Riley's hands roamed over her back, exploring the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. The intensity of his touch sent waves of heat through her, and she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed against him.

They moved together, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, until they reached the back of the bus. Riley guided her to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He hovered over her for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of pure adoration and desire.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I've never been more sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

With a deep, rumbling groan, Riley captured her lips again, his hands beginning to explore her body with more urgency. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing more of her soft skin. He kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.

Y/N's hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards until he pulled back just long enough to strip it off. She marveled at the sight of him, his toned muscles illuminated by the soft light. She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her touch.

Riley's hands found the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down until the fabric pooled around her waist. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, looking up at her with a smoldering gaze.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N blushed under his intense gaze, her body aching for more of his touch. "Riley, please," she murmured, her voice breathless with need.

He didn't need any further encouragement. With a swift, fluid motion, he removed the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her underwear. His hands roamed over her exposed skin, eliciting a moan from her as he kissed and caressed every inch of her.

Y/N's fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, her urgency mirroring his. Riley helped her, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until they were both bare, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. The sensation of skin against skin was almost overwhelming, the intensity of their connection taking her breath away.

Riley's hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving her wild with need. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance of passion. When he finally moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, Y/N could barely contain her desire.

"Riley," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as his lips found the sensitive spot between her thighs. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her body arching towards him.

Riley took his time, savoring every moment, every sound she made. When he finally moved back up, positioning himself above her.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice shaking with the intensity of her feelings.

With a gentle, yet insistent motion, Riley entered her, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both urgent and tender. Each thrust, each touch, each kiss brought them closer to the edge, their connection deepening with every moment.

The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and love. As the intensity built, their movements became more frantic, driven by an overwhelming need to be as close as possible.

When they finally reached the peak, it was a wave of pure ecstasy that crashed over them, leaving them breathless and spent. Riley collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they lay there, their bodies still entwined.

For what felt like ages, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the steady beat of Riley’s heart a comforting rhythm against her cheek. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of them, lost in each others eyes.

#riley green #riley green x reader #riley green smut #riley green fanfiction #riley green imagine #riley green x female reader #Spotify

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 3 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Lucifer x Morticia!Reader?

Reader becomes a mother figure towards Charlie as she believes in her dream for redemption, she also finds Hell to be a very beautiful place and is the Gardener in Charlie’s Hotel

She’s also very protective over the residents who live at the Hotel, as she wouldn’t hesitate defending Angel Dust from Valentino with threats to pluck out his eyes, rip off his wings and feed him to her carnivorous plants

Reader does think Charlie being colorful is a bit strange but supports her dream none the less

-Soft humming filled the greenhouse that you had claimed as your domain in Charlie’s hotel.

-You were intrigued with her determination, willing to prove that souls could be redeemed, she was such a bright individual, someone you weren’t used to, but you couldn’t help but like her.

-That’s why you came to her hotel, offering your services with your babies, dangerous but beautiful plants, ones that could easily eat others if they were to get too close- but they didn’t need to know that, and your babies needed to eat.

-Charlie loved having you, as she believed you were a fighter for her cause- while that was only partly true, as you were curious to see if her dream would be realized- but you couldn’t help but like her.

-All the members of the Hazbin Hotel became like a family to you; they all had their quirks, and you had your own and each member fit into the weird puzzle that made up the hotel together.

-Charlie thought you were very elegant, always walking like you floating, carrying rose stems in your arms, the petals removed of course, to decorate the lobby, and speaking with such a soft, soothing voice- and she grew close to you, looking up to you.

-Lucifer was amazed by his daughter’s ambition, seeing how hard she was working to make her dream a reality, and seeing the other members of the hotel staff working alongside her, most of them helping her, in their own ways.

-When Lucifer saw you walking by the first time, holding a potted Venus Fly Trap that was growling and baring its unnaturally large teeth at everyone and everything, he was intrigued by you, approaching to introduce himself.

-Your baby snarled and snapped at him, making him lean back and you smiled down at him, “Careful- he bites- and so do I~” he was surprised by your forward nature, giving you a grin before Charlie came over, greeting you warmly, “Hi Y/N~ are you feeding your baby?”

-Your smile looked so soft as you spoke with her, telling her that you were heading to the kitchen, but Lucifer couldn’t hear anything you were saying as he was mesmerized by the vison of you smiling- you looked so beautiful but also so dangerous.

-Once your baby was fed and fast asleep, snoring loudly and back in his spot in your greenhouse, you picked up your pruning sheers when you heard loud yelling coming from the lobby.

-You rushed there, not even bothering to put your sheers down, and you found Valentino threatening Angel, ignoring the fact that Charlie and Lucifer were in front of him, protecting him.

-You instantly saw red, and you immediately came forward, black thorny vines coming from the bottom of your dress, wrapping around Valentino instantly- making him squeak like a squeaky toy, pulling him to you so you were looking down at him, holding your sheers up, “Oh my- it seems that a weed has appeared in our garden~ and you know what happens to weeds, don’t you?” Valentino looked up at you with fear in his eyes, making you smile, but he was also very turned on, thinking your anger was sexy.

-Charlie quickly hugged you from behind, to make you stop attacking Valentino, despite him deserving it and when you turned to her, you instantly calmed, your vines disappearing, dropping Valentino with a thud before he was quick to scramble away, saying he would be back for both Angel and you.

-Lucifer was quite impressed with your power, you were much stronger than you looked, something Allister commented on with a wide grin, but you weren’t bothered- you knew what you were capable of.

-Angel was a little quiet with you when he came to your greenhouse, doing his own way of thanking you, watering some of your less dangerous babies. He was grateful that you didn’t say anything about the situation, as he didn’t want to talk about it, but he was also happy that you defended him.

-Lucifer sought you out a few hours later, after dealing with a few weeds of his own that needed to be dealt with, to thank you for how quickly you handled the altercation.

-Lucifer was quite charming as the two of you walked around together in the gardens surrounding the hotel, you with an umbrella over you as you didn’t want to get too much moonlight as it would ruin your pale complexion.

-Lucifer took your hand at the end of your walk, pecking the back of it, “Thank you for being here for Charlie.” You smiled softly, leaning over to peck his cheek softly, but you said nothing as you turned, heading back inside.

-You were a mysterious but beautiful mystery, one that he wanted to unravel- he wanted to know more about you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer

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zorosbeau33 · 10 months ago

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Courting Gifts~ One Piece Omegaverse Headcanon Part 2!

Starring: Zoro and Law! x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, sfw AU: Omegaverse, Omega Reader Wc: 1480 TW: Mentions of battle All Characters here are legal age or older in my au~ Masterlist~ Part 1~

He gives laid-back alpha vibes. He kinda has to be in order to keep up with Luffy and stand up beside him as right hand.

He was super subtle, SUPER Subtle! He didn’t want anything to change, but at the same time he wanted you to know he’s there and he cares.

It's small things because he’s fine loving you without the return. Just stay healthy and safe for him thats all he wants…and to see your smile sometimes aimed his way

It started at first with small things, handing you a cold drink when it's a scorching day outside.

Gently tying your hair up for you with a hair tye thats the color of his haramaki/or slipping a beanie over your head in that color if your hair is short to take care of you in cold weather

Offering you to try his precious Sake, yes you alone have that privilege

You want sword fighting lessons? He offers them quietly one night while the others are busy. He is barely suppressing the purrs as he gets to hold you, adjust your grip and teach you the motions by holding you within his very muscled arms.

Quality time is huge for him, that's his way of spoiling you

He gets you a cute dangly earring in his shades of green, maybe a tassel, maybe a teardrop on a thin chain, maybe a carved jade flower whatever it is. He spent weeks searching for it as he wanted to ensure it’d be something you’d like

There are the other things though. A pair of his gloves on a winter island end up in your possession.

You have so many of his shirts when did this start? You don’t know but he always has a tiny smirky smile when he sees you wear one.

If he happens upon a snack he think you’d like he buys it while lost. Gives it to you like its nothing but his ears are red. “Here for you.” And then tries to walk away. He doesn’t want or need you to say thank you, he actually gets a bit (very) flustered and tries to leave quickly if you do try to thank him and gets defensive and pouty if you try to tease him about it

The bookmark you had looked at in the store when you were getting him unlost? Suddenly appears in your book on a bench in the Thousand Sunny with his scent lingering all around

Zoro isn’t into extravagant things, especially not presents. He just doesn’t see the point (unless you want a sword that he is gungho for). He does buy you any nesting things if you say you need them.

Personally however he would prefer to be your nest. He loves taking naps so to have you biscuit his chest and the blanket he’d scented for you, while you both take a well deserved rest? He is all for this, both before and after you get together. Warning though you will always have at least one of his arms wrapped around you. Even in his sleep he’s watchful when it comes to you, ready to draw a sword and protect you

He has a small book that he has sketched some drawings of your face with painstaking detail.

Once he’s over you knowing about his top secret hobby, he would be honored and flustered to design you a tattoo if you wanted. It's in his traditional style very Japanese traditional painting style but he’d work so hard on it for you.

Is a sucker for anything with your scent. He doesn’t mind wether you smell of him too much. But he is always secretly longing to have your touch, your taste, your scent burned into his soul. It makes him miss you less, and it keeps him calm.

Would be the crew member to bring home a little kitten for you if you were ever down (he had to beg Nami for permission, and promised to clean up after it). Just one, only ever the one kitten. But he makes sure its taken care of best he can to his knowledge including getting Chopper to check its health over before he gifts the sweet and goofy thing to you.

The kitten like him has a scar and recalling how gentle you were with him he decides out of all the lucious cats, this scrappy little kitten would be the perfect first child for you both to raise.

Not super attached to it at first. Honestly he often gets frustrated while ship breaking the kitten but over time and with your help to learn how to understand its actions. He is almost as protective over that fluff ball as he is you.

Heres a secret follow the cat and you’ll find Zoro, any island any time follow the cat. It knows how to find him everytime

Zoro courting gifts may not be numerous but each of them had meaning and its clear to anyone just how much thought he puts into each one

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE-He’s an alpha, a broody secretly unsure alpha

Absolutely finds the concept of courting gifts to be blown out of proportion. Why are they spending thousands (or in Do Flamingos case Billions) of Berry’s on gifts that have little practical use.

He’s to methodical and detached sometimes for his own good. So his first few gifts to you may have actually been from Bepo/Schachi/Penguin…And boy was he mad.

After they explained they couldnt stand watching him pine without acting on it, and that he was disrespecting you as an alpha and as a Super Nova by not taking care of your courting needs at least. Law relents

His gifts are never tacky, or wasteful though he is drawing a firm line from the start, the submarine is not a hoarding zone and he’s going to keep it that way and take care of you at the same time.

The first few gifts that are actually from him he hands to you himself “You need these for your nest ya?”

Law put hours, upon hours of research into the best pillows to use for an omega nest. He wanted to ensure they’d support you properly and not cause any muscle or bone strain. Silly but endearing

The blankets are thick fluffy and super soft, yes they have the Jolly Roger on it, or are the same pattern as his hat, but it is because he internally wants to lay a little bit of his claim on you even in a place he feels he can’t go (until you invite him, he respects your nest as sacred and has protected it from others even before this. No Penguin pranks allowed to your nest)

He is not hug on giving you his clothes, mainly because he feels he is working hard to supply you with nice clothes to wear and he can scent those (and you in the process) so why do you need his things?

This does not apply and goes right out the window when he’s feeling possessive.

He’s jealous by nature and hugely distrustful. Someone’s flirting with you? Suddenly his jacket is wrapped around your shoulder and he is GLARING. Or during soft cuddle times with him and Bepo he puts his jacket/blanket/hat on you and holds you close to his heart. Yes he likes to pretend you moved into him, but he does pull you in

Other “practical gifts” are any book he thinks you’d enjoy. Literature (even to his own chagrin fantasy) is never a waste…not of Berries and not of space on the ship.

He makes space on his bookshelf for you to have your own row, even if you are not a big reader it's just one of the ways he makes space for you in his life to show you he’s ready for you to be in it even more

If he wants to be a brat (of course it's to piss off Cap’n Kidd) he would then buy you flashy presents. Not too many just enough to tell the other Supernova to fuck off and that he knows you better because while they are baubles they still have practical use! And they are things you instantly love! He’s so smug about your happiness and just the biggest broody tsundere alpha mate.

If you ever did want something not practical but didn’t ask him because you know his rule, he might relent on his decision if he is there at the time you see it. The look of longing on your face and how you are respecting his wishes and self-set guidelines…he might just buy it to surprise you.

Leaving it on the pillow beside you when he gets up in the morning to go to work. He can't help it, he loves you

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year ago

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You Sunshine, You Temptress

word count: 6.1k!!!

warnings: smut, like this is so dirty. Handjobs, blowjobs, oral (both male and female receiving) mentions of Jimmy’s sex work, fingering, sex, porn with some plot

description: you’d recognize that brown haired man anywhere. Years after you and Jimmy Darling lost touch, you find him in the most unexpected place and he makes it all up to you

People grow up and grow apart. It’s just a standard part of life. Everyone goes through it, but nothing compares to the ache and loss of losing your very first love. The first person you showed your heart to. The first person who made you feel alive. Sure you get over it eventually, but nothing and no one compares to that first glance, first touch of a first love. Nothing has and ever will come close.

It’s an inevitable heartbreak. A cycle that haunts you the rest of your life. People move on, people change. Maybe over time it gets easier. Maybe it doesn’t. It is always a unique and personal experience that cannot be truly described or understood by another.

But missing Jimmy was like nothing you’d ever known. You had given him a piece of your heart, and you hadn’t yet gotten it back.

You two fell in love in the summer of 1947 at the age of 19. Sweet sweet summer love. Everything to be dreamed of. You two had all of it. Sneaking out late at night to meet up under the stars, sharing ice cream and going on dates to the diner in town. It was like something out of a romance novel. Jimmy was the kindest soul you’d laid eyes on and he absolutely adored you. Told his ma’ that one day he was gonna marry you, even.

You remember his gentle caress, the feeling of his soft lips on your own, his body pressed against yours. You found yourself dreaming of him years after he left. Dreaming of your first night together, reliving it over and over until you couldn’t help but have memorized every little detail…

Jimmy had been patient with you. Never pushed you to be intimate. You hadn’t been ready and he respected that. He’d wait forever for you. But when you finally had told him you were ready, Jimmy Darling could barely contain himself.

You two had planned it out perfectly. Your parents were away and you had the house completely to yourselves. Jimmy calmed your nerves and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his conjoined fingers sliding down your body.

As memories flooded back, you found your hand coming to the button on your shorts, popping them open before slipping a hand under the lace of the underwear you wore. Even the memory of him was enough to get you dripping.

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“You’re sure you want this, doll?” Jimmy asked, both of you still fully clothed as you lay back on your bed, Jimmy’s strong arms wrapped around you, hand playing with the frill of the dress you wore. Black and white polka dots. His favorite dress of yours. You had worn it just for this night, just for him.

You could feel his cock, hard and heavy behind you as he spooned you, trying his best to remain a gentleman despite how badly he wanted you. You were finally ready, and you told him just that. So with a look of excitement and lust on his face, he pulled you into what had to be your hundredth kiss of the night, but this time something felt different. The kiss was hotter, heavier, and it made your heart flutter… along with something between your thighs.

You ached for Jimmy, ached to have his long fingers inside of you, thrusting just right, maybe even curling up just a bit to hit your sweet spot.

A blush had risen to your cheeks at your own dirty thoughts that you had let wander freely in your head. You were brought back to reality as soon as Jimmy’s warm lips left yours to travel down to your neck, his hot breath fanning across your delicate skin.

At first, gentle kisses were placed to your neck, before inevitably getting a bit harsher as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive skin, drawing delicious moans from your lips that had him throbbing in the confines of his pants. The thought of getting to have you so intimately making his head spiral.

His hands explored your body freely, squeezing across your breasts before down to your thighs, taking purchase and gripping tightly, but not hard enough to cause pain. “Such a pretty girl, gonna make you feel real good. I’m the luckiest guy around.” He whispered as his hot breath dared to go even lower, hands raking up your dress, bare legs revealed as his long, thick fingers slid lower, lower, lower, until they were under your dress, exploring the soft, plump skin of your thighs. What a body, He thought.

You had never judged him for his hands. Never saw him any differently because of them, but in that moment all you could think of was how badly you wanted those hands inside. His conjoined fingers thick, tight but oh so good inside you. You knew you wouldn’t have to wait much longer when he curled his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling it into his palm before he expertly dragged it down your legs before they came off your body entirely. They were a deep red color and Jimmy bit his lip as he saw the arousal nearly dripping off of them.

“You want me this bad baby? All you had to do was ask darlin’ don’t want my poor baby all needy.”

His voice had dropped at least an octave and your mind wondered how that had even happened, but you really didn’t have the time to even begin to try and understand because not only had Jimmy’s hands gone back under your skirt, but his head as well. You felt his soft brown curls brush up against your thighs as you subconsciously tried to close them, a bit nervous.

“Don’t hide from me, want to see that pretty little pussy glisten. All for me.” He whispered, and you could quite literally feel his breath against your core. Shyly, and with a bit of resistance, you let your legs open, and dear god Jimmy darling wasted absolutely no time.

He was on you in seconds, tongue collecting all of your arousal as if he was on a race against the clock before he slowed a bit. He needed to be patient, and he wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to make you scream his name.

His hands held your thighs apart as he licked a thick stripe up your core, tongue flattening against your clit as he moaned at your taste. His cock twitched heavily in his pants, the deeper his tongue explored, the more impatient his little friend seemed to become.

He was an expert at this and you wanted to know how many times he’d done it before. Surely quite a bit to be this much of a pro at it.

Your hips were arching up into his mouth, his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit as he tongue fucked you, one of his hands coming down to palm his raging erection, trying to ease it a bit.

In no time at all you felt your release building up inside you, much faster and heavier than usual. His tongue felt so good and just as you were about to open your mouth to tell him so, he did something that just made it feel so much better. He took a set of fingers and carefully slipped them inside of you, your natural slick helping lube them up and slip right in. He thrust them gently in and out as he continued to lick and suck.

Your moans were surely filling the whole house and you couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that your family was out of town.

Before you knew it, your first orgasm of the night ripped through you like a hurricane, a tidal wave of pleasure quite literally flooding your senses, leaving you a blabbering, shaking mess as you tried to recover.

Jimmy eased you through your release before removing his fingers and mouth from your sensitive core. His head finally popped back out from underneath your dress and you saw his chin soaked in your cum. He looked at you with the most shit eating grin, obviously proud of himself for how well he had made you feel.

And of course, you had to return the favor, right? Once you caught your breath your hand carefully reached out to the very obvious bulge in his pants, just resting it there for a moment. Jimmy swallowed hard, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth as he watched you. Soon enough, you had both hands on him, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans before looking at him for help. He quickly shrugged them off, leaving him in just his underwear which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Come on doll, touch me. I won’t bite.” He chuckled, though his breathing seemed just the slightest bit labored. He really was so desperate for your touch.

Your hand reached out once more and this time squeezed him gently through his underwear, a wet patch beginning to form where no doubt the tip of his cock resided.

You couldn’t wait anymore and carefully slipped his underwear down just enough for his cock to be free, red and dripping. His breath was shaky as you took him in your hand and you both knew he wouldn’t last long. You wanted to taste him but he had shook his head. “Another time.” He had said “I want you now, babydoll I won’t last long.” He sounded a bit desperate as he reached for the condom that had been set on your bedside drawer, ripping it open before handing it to you. The moment between you two had gone from heated to very loving. Memorable.

Your hands carefully placed the condom onto the tip of his cock before sliding it down, bringing a shaky breath from his lips. Usually he had quite good stamina, but not today. Not with you.

The rest of your clothes were shed and you laid back on the bed with Jimmy crawling over you. He was the one to look a bit nervous now, but you weren’t sure why.

“Jimmy, are you alright?” You asked with a gentle, concerned voice.

His eyes snapped up to look at you as he nodded shyly “just worried I won’t last long enough for ya is all…” he mumbled.

You took one of his hands in your own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, shaking your head

“You’ve already made me feel so good Jimmy. Better than I’ve ever felt before. I want to be able to make you feel good too, you don’t have to last for me. In fact, don’t. I just want you to feel good.” You said, gently brushing the hair from his forehead.

With newfound comfort in your words, he carefully guided his cock to your folds before looking back up at you. You knew it would hurt. At least a little.. That’s what all the other girls had said, so you were prepared. And besides, pleasing Jimmy was your biggest goal right now. You wanted this to be special for the both of you.

He carefully thrust into you in one go, figuring it’d be better that way. Rip the bandaid off. The pain, surprisingly, wasn't… really all that painful. Yeah it wasn’t exactly great, but it was more of a dull ache if anything. His fingers having stretched you out just a few moments before.

His breath was shaky as he swallowed hard, hands coming to hold your thighs as he let himself still inside of you for several moments. For both of your sakes. Slowly but surely he pulled out to the tip before plunging back into you. He felt weak in the knees. He had barely done anything and was about ready to explode. If he was with anyone else he’d be embarrassed. But you had told him it was okay.

“I’m- I’m sorry-“ he managed to choke out, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, eyes shining with what seemed to be desperation as he looked at you.

“Jimmy, please.” You whispered, cupping his cheek “I want it. Let go for me.”

Jimmy came that night with his head on your chest, a cry leaving his lips as with a few more thrusts, he released heavily into the condom, breathing labored.

“I’ll be better next time… promise..” he had mumbled, drunk off the pleasure.

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And he was. Each time with Jimmy seemed to be better than the next. You two grew so close to each other, before his mother eventually had to move. The ‘freakshow’ was moving towns, the summer season coming to an end. It was your first heartbreak. You two promised to keep in touch, but knew it was all but useless. You two tried, you really did, but over time you fell apart. It was the worst pain you’d ever endured, and it didn’t just end when his love letters inevitably did. It continued for months after. Years. You looked for him in every man you met, but none of them could fill that same emptiness Jimmy Darling had left in your poor little heart.

Eventually, little by little your broken heart began to mend itself. You couldn’t spend your whole life mourning over what could have been. You needed to live in the moment. So that’s exactly what you did. You got a good paying job, despite how difficult it was for a woman those days, and you supported yourself. You went on plenty of dates but none of the men lasted longer than a one night stand. You didn’t feel that spark that you once did.

Maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe you were destined to live alone. You were alone but you weren’t lonely. There was a difference.

After you had saved up enough money, you moved to a quaint little town. Jupiter, Florida. You had rented a small house on the edge of town as you tried your best to fit in with the housewives and the mothers. You were an obvious sore thumb, but they treated you kindly enough. The first week after you moved in, you were invited to a Tupperware party. To be quite honest, it didn’t sound appealing to you, but you needed to become familiar with the people in your neighborhood and this was as good a way as any.

So, you got all dressed up, lips covered in a deep red as you made yourself as presentable as possible. It seemed like the custom around here.

Once you arrived, a blonde haired woman answered the door, ushering you inside quickly. What was the rush? Why did she seem so eager to get started? You sat on a plush stool, legs crossed as you waited for the others to arrive. It was a small group, only about six women including yourself, but that was perfectly fine with you.

There were whispers about a special ‘surprise’ and you were left to guess as to what. You were new here, and they obviously wanted you to see for yourself. All of the women flipped through magazines mindlessly for a while before the blonde woman spoke up.

“Now y/n, since you’re new we’re letting you go first! Down the hall to your right. I do hope you enjoy our treat.” You just blinked in confusion at the woman’s words. What? Go first? What exactly was going on here? And why did the other women seem so jealous that you got to go first?

“Our entertainment. A little treat to all of us women. Go ahead, see for yourself.” And with her urging you on, practically pushing you towards the hallway, you complied. Was this all one big plan to get you in a room and murder you or something just as awful? What was with all the secrets? You took a heavy breath as you eyed the door at the end of the hall, heels clicking as you slowly made your way to it.

With a hand on the doorknob, you closed your eyes and took a breath through your nose before turning the knob and opening the door.

You were met with warm light and a large, comfortable looking bed. And on that bed lay a man. He was leaned propped up against the pillows, a grin set onto his face as he glanced at you.

“C’mon doll it’s okay. I don’t bite. Unless you ask of course.” He chuckled at his joke, but you just blinked in confusion. What in hell was going on here?

Jimmy, sensing your confusion, sat up a bit. He’d never had someone who seemed so clueless before, and of course he was a gentleman, so he wanted to ease you.

He sat up, hands on his lap and you noticed in the dim light of the room, they looked oddly shaped. Unnatural. Nevermind that, that was the least of your concerns at this moment.

You eyed him cautiously. He was a man, and you were alone in a dimly lit room with him, so of course you had every right to be nervous.

“They didn’t tell you? Geesh alright…” he chuckled softly before his expression softened “I’m here to please you ladies.” With his words he lifted his hands up and you finally got a good look at them. They were fused together in an odd way that made them look similar to a crab or lobster claw.

“I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m sure as hell not gonna do something you don’t want to. You can come sit, we can just talk if ya prefer.” He said, his voice so alluring, so comforting that you actually did end up coming and sitting down, the plush bed dipping from your added weight.

“These parties are all just an excuse for me to come and please all you ladies. I was under the impression you knew, my apologies.” He said gently, fiddling with his fingers.

“No it’s fine-“ you started, studying him carefully. There was something so familiar about him. His Carmel locks and his dark eyes seemed to draw you in. “Just… had no idea is all.” You wondered how he had ended up here.

After talking for a good while, you got up to leave when his clawed hand gently grabbed you by the arm

“Wait- I- I mean if you’d let me, I can still make ya feel good. It is what I get paid for after all.” He said, seeming a bit nervous. You thought it over for a second, seriously considering it before you nodded. Sure. Why the hell not? You needed a release and it’s not like men were lining up to sleep with you.

The man coaxed you into lying back on the bed, smiling as he pulled your dress up to your knees, glancing back up at you. His cheeks were a rosy red color and the grin set on his lips told you that this was something he definitely liked to do.

His hands traced your thighs before pulling down your underwear which by now was covered in your arousal.

“What a pretty girl.” He cooed “just relax, gonna make you feel real good.” He spoke as he brushed his thumb over your clit, collecting some of your slick as he bit his bottom lip.

You swallowed hard, tinges of pleasure spiking through you from the small touch.

He leaned closer over you and that’s when it hit. The way his curl fell into his face, the way he looked at you. You knew this man.

You sat up quickly, much to Jimmy’s surprise, and stared him down.

“What’s your name…” you said. Not a question. More of a statement.

“Jimmy. Jimmy darling.” He said, still looking as confused as ever. Why did his name matter?

Jimmy. The same Jimmy from all those summers ago? The same Jimmy who took your virginity all those nights ago? Who bought you flowers and took you on midnight walks under the stars? The same Jimmy who packed up and left and couldn’t even bother to send letters? To let you know he was okay?

Your head was spinning and Jimmy took this time to get a good look at you. It took him a little longer than you, but it finally hit as to just who exactly you were. And when he realized he jumped up, pulling you into a hug.

“Holy… shit.” He whispered, arms wrapped tightly around you “holy shit is it really you?”

His actions startled you a bit before you hugged back, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as you nodded, trying your best to hold back tears “yeah… yeah it’s me.”

Jimmy kissed your forehead, closing his eyes as he sighed softly “I knew you’d come back to me. I told my ma so. It was only a matter of time. And here you are.” He smiled, dimples popping as he looked you over. “Insane.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and sighed. In an instant you two were just like you used to be. It just felt right.

Jimmy went to open his mouth once more when that same blonde haired woman from earlier barged in, looking a bit impatient

“If you are done, I suggest you get on to your next customer. We pay you for each girl, not by the hour Mr. Darling.” She clicked her tongue and stared at the two of you with a puzzled look before turning and leaving right back from where she came.

A nervous look overcame Jimmy’s smooth features and you frowned, cupping his cheek “it’s okay.” You whispered. Your thumb rubbed across his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a shaky sigh before nodding.

“Meet me later? Edge of the fairgrounds? I’d love to talk more with you.” He said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, standing up and glancing at the door.

You sensed his urgency to continue his job and stood up, heading towards the door. You took one last glance back at the man sitting on the bed before heading back out to where all the ladies were now impatiently waiting. You gave a shy smile as you collected your purse and excused yourself from the house altogether, too much going on to even try to stay and talk with any of them. They didn’t seem all that friendly anyways.

Your mind never strayed from the brown haired man as you went back to your home, awaiting sunset to meet him at the edge of the fairgrounds. Just like he’d said. Your heart leapt a bit as you wondered why he wanted to talk more, or what he wanted to talk about. Did he just want to catch up after all these years? Did he want more? You certainly did. A fire seemed to have started inside of you. One that only Jimmy Darling could extinguish.

You showered and dressed once more, this time in a black dress, the skirt portion covered in white polka dots. Oddly similar to Jimmy’s favorite dress you wore all those years ago. It was almost symbolic.

You made your way through the neighborhood and headed to the fairgrounds. It was quite a long walk and by the time you trudged down the dirt path towards the circus, your feet hurt and you were sweating a bit. The sun was just falling behind the tree line as you saw a familiar figure in the distance. With renewed energy, you ran to the man, smiling as you all but jumped into his arms. This all seemed like a dream. Too good to be true. As if you were in a real life romance novel with that happy ending.

“Was worried you wouldn’t come.” Jimmy admitted as he glanced down at you, eyes soft and full of so much. Pain as well as just years lived. His looks hadn’t changed much, but his eyes told a different story. One that you wanted to know, if he’d let you.

“I just… this still…” you shook your head, at a complete loss for words. But Jimmy seemed to understand all the same, for he didn’t have the words to describe it either.

“I get it. I do. I just-“ he shut himself up and for the first time, after all these years of longing for it, he kissed you. The kiss was everything you ever wanted it to be, and your lips seemed as if they were molded just for each other. His strong hands gripped your waist as he pulled you to his chest, eyes fluttering closed as he intensified the kiss. Your heart was beating wildly and you were almost sure he could hear it for himself with your close proximity.

He took your hand and led you to his caravan, opening the door and stepping inside without a word. He turned back to look at you, but you had already slammed the door shut and you were back on him, lips devouring his own in a desperate, hungry, longing kiss.

So many thoughts flashed through your mind but the only one that stuck was the fact that this man was right in front of you. Just yours for the taking. He mewled quietly against your lips which took you a bit by surprise. He had always had such a way about him. A dominance, but right now in this moment it all seemed to wash away.

“My Jimmy.” You cooed, voice heavy with lust as you pulled away just a bit to glance at him. His cheeks were covered in a pink blush and his pupils were heavily dilated.

“Did you get off to them?” You asked, expression turning a bit sour. The thought of him with those women back at that party made your stomach turn. The way that they just… used him for his hands.

He shook his head, a desperation in his eyes that no man should be able to get away with.

You glanced down to see the outline of his erection in his pants and you clicked your tongue, a finger delicately reaching out to trace across it. Jimmy’s reaction was instantaneous. His breath hitched as a quiet groan left his throat.

“Doll, please. I’m so hard for you. All for you it’s always been you please-“ he rambled, head foggy as all he focused on was you. He pulled you into another kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he rutted against you, his groin brushing your inner thighs. He whined softly at this and continued his actions, letting his clothed cock rub up against you. You felt yourself becoming slick from it. From how desperate he was. It made you want to explore just how submissive he could become for you.

You led him to his bed, hands coming to tug at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off. He did just that, nearly ripping it in the process of trying to get it up and over his head before he threw it somewhere onto the floor.

You let your dress slip off your shoulders as it pooled around your waist, your bra and bare stomach now out in the open.

Jimmy’s fingers reached for your bra, eyes glazed over with lust as he chuckled softly “all mine. All mine.”

You carefully let your hands come down to the button of his pants. “Can I?”

“Babydoll, you can do whatever you want to me.” Was all he managed to choke out before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs with his help before he kicked them the rest of the way off. He was now dressed in only his underwear and you saw the way his cock moved under the thin fabric.

You carefully squeezed the length in your palm, humming at the seeming unnatural warmth that came from it. Jimmy darling always seemed to run a temperature with the way his body heated itself, but for him, it just seemed to be normal. He let his head fall back as he sighed, hands resting at his sides as he let you do what you pleased.

You squeezed him once more before you let your fingers claw under the fabric, feeling the bare skin of his thighs as you pulled the elastic slowly slowly slowly down his legs. Teasing him.

Once they were far enough down, his cock sprung free. You were never one to call a dick beautiful, but if you did, it’d be Jimmy’s. It was about average length but he made up for that in girth. He was thick, his fat mushroom shaped cockhead dripping with his sweet, salty pre-cum. You let your thumb slide across the tip, watching as it became coated in the sticky liquid. His cock twitched heavily, a thick vein on the side of it pulsing, desperate for more.

You looked back up to see Jimmy a disheveled mess and you’d barely even touched him yet. His hair was damp with sweat and his forehead beaded with the little droplets as he stared at you, pleading with you to do something. Anything.

Your palm wrapped firmly around him, squeezing ever so slightly, reveling in just how warm he was in your palm. How heavy and hard. Your hand slid across his length, watching the skin move with each slide up and down. Jimmy threw his head back, groaning as his hips arched up ever so slightly into the touch. His balls were full and heavy as you cupped them gently in your other hand, pulling even more noises from him.

“Oh god sugar. Your hand feels so fucking good you’ve got no idea- shit-“ He groaned, eyes closed tightly as his chest rose and fell with each of his heavy breaths.

You continued your movements, getting used to the feeling of him once more. Your mouth watered at the sight of more pre-cum bubbling from the tip and you couldn’t help as your tongue leaned down to lick it up, tonguing ever so slightly at the slit with a hum. Jimmy’s hips bucked and he choked out a moan that bordered on a whine. Oh how sensitive he was.

Once you had a taste for Jimmy, you needed more. You didn’t want just a sample, you wanted a full portion. Your puffy lips gently wrapped around his cock head. You suckled at it, coaxing more of his fluids into your throat with a devilish smirk.

Jimmy’s hips twitched as he tried desperately to keep them down and under control.

Soon enough you took more of him into your mouth. He opened his eyes and nearly busted right then and there as he saw his length disappearing into your mouth. His bottom lip trembled from the pleasure as he clenched his eyes shut, body shivering.

He was close. You could tell. The way his cock twitched and the louder he became. You continued for

Just a moment before pulling off of him, causing a dissatisfied groan to fall from his lips as his eyes shot open in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked, swallowing hard as he sat up on his elbows. You didn’t answer, instead you slipped fully out of your dress, taking off your bra and underwear with it and revealing yourself fully to him. Normally you’d feel a bit shy, but not at this moment. Not with him.

You crawled over him, letting your dripping pussy just over his aching cock. Driving him absolutely wild.

“Please put it inside- please I want to feel you so bad babygirl.” His begging made you grin as you lowered your pussy over his dick, sliding across it with a hum. He was searing hot and it felt so good against your clit. You continued to grind against his cock, getting lost in your own pleasure for a second, listening to Jimmy’s whines and whimpers.

“This is torture…” Jimmy huffed out impatiently, bucking his hips and causing the tip of his cock to slip inside of you, causing you both to gasp.

“Please-“ Jimmy whined, eyes wide as his hips ever so slightly bucked up once more, slipping deeper inside your tight, warm walls.

“C'mon you’re gonna be the death of me, doll. Just sit on my cock please.”

As much as you wanted to torture him a bit more, your core ached to be filled by his girth. So, carefully and ever so slowly you began to sit on his length. You winced at the pain that came along with it, but it was soon gone. You sat fully on him, laying your head on his chest as you breathed heavily, trying to adjust.

Jimmy wasn’t so patient. He bucked his hips up and you yelped, hands coming to hold down his shoulders as you shot him a glare.

“Be patient.” You snapped, which caused him to whine. He wanted to be good, he really did, but he was dying for you to move. Literally felt like he could quite literally pass away if you didn’t start doing something in the next five seconds.

“I’m sorry sugar- sorry I’m trying my best. You just feel so fuckin’ good I can’t handle it.”

You chuckled softly as you glanced down at him, shaking your head. He was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous but you loved it.

Slowly you began to rise off his cock before sinking back down, testing the waters. Your stomach flipped at the feeling. He was so thick. It still stung a bit, but the pleasure that came with it overcame any discomfort.

Jimmy threw his head back and laughed, a full heavy chuckle “god- feels so fucking good babydoll. Just like that.”

You placed your palms on his chest for better leverage as you began to grind down on his cock, relishing in the whines it brought from his pretty pink parted lips.

Once you finally seemed to fully adjust to his size, your movements sped up, legs already aching from the effort as you bounced up and down his cock, slick with your arousal.

Jimmy groaned, mouth falling open as he panted, eyes squeezed shut tightly “oh fuck baby girl- please- please I want to cum- I’m so fucking close.”

“You can cum Jimmy.” Was all you said. You had a devilish plan and as he arched up into you, emptying his hot seed inside you, you didn’t stop. You continued your movements on top of him until his moans of ecstasy turned a bit frantic as he tried to pull you off of his spent cock.

“Babydoll- it’s too much! Y/n! Oh g-god please-“ he begged, writhing away from your touch as your plush walls overstimulated his cock. You ignored his pleas for a few more moments, relishing in the way he cried out, tears welling in his beautiful brown eyes.

Eventually, you were kind enough to stop, pulling yourself off of his cock which was covered in a mix of your slick and his cum. Still, unsatisfied you looked back up at Jimmy, who panted, trying to catch his breath. You grimaced a bit as you felt his cum dripping from you and in a spur of dominance, demanded one last thing from him.

“Come clean your mess up, baby boy.”

He peeked his eyes open at you and nodded obediently, crawling over you as he carefully pushed you back on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. He carefully placed his tongue at your entrance, quickly lapping at your folds as he whined softly, the combination of his own release and your taste making him blush. He felt so dirty.

You reached down and gently carded your fingers through his soft curls, gently rolling your hips up into the feeling of his tongue as he moaned softly.

“There we go baby boy, make me cum. You can do it, so close just a little more.” You encouraged, your words making him whine against your cunt.

He doubled down on his efforts, eager to see you come. With a few more flicks of his tongue expertly against your clit, you fell over the edge. No clue how close you were until it was too late to go back.

You cried out in pleasure as Jimmy eased you through your release, smiling proudly to himself before collapsing next to you on the bed, absolutely spent.

“Tired.” He mumbled, burying his face in your shoulder. You rubbed his back gently and held him close as he drifted in and out of sleep, perfectly content.

You weren’t sure where you were headed with Jimmy Darling, but you sure were excited to see how things turned out now that you two had found your way back to each other. ———————————————————————

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Smut? Yes smut, hey, hello bby 🤭

Adam and reader just taking a stroll on Earth, simply to walk around and spend time together somewhere that isn't all light and overly brightly colourful Heaven (They got a permission from Sera, surprisingly lol, they promised to behave which is even more of a miracle and a phenomenon). Since they couldn't look like they normally do, halos, wings and etc. (Plus Adam's height, this bitch is a giant, I think he's like 10ft tall standing next to everyone and especially Alastor who's 7ft tall 💀) or even the eyes, even if they could pass as contact lenses, they just took their human forms like during the mission they got some time ago (Is this a continuation of the previous prompt? You bet your cute ass it is). They stumble upon the bar they were in during said mission and decided to go in, this time without the intention of getting hammered since they got reprimanded hard af by Sera for that, so they got like three, four lighter drinks before some tries to cozy themselves up to reader, clearly not caring about Adam literally having his arm around his husband's waist, shamelessly flirting and trying to get him to follow them to "have some fun". Adam being Adam, completely anxious and insecure about shit like this since it happened before immediately stands between the person and reader, telling them to fuck off before storming out of the bar with reader, quickly getting back to Heaven to fuck his brains out not to only calm down his insecurities and rage but to also make sure that his husband remembers who his heart (and ass) belongs to (Not as if we'd ever forget, btich we loyal in this house).

Muah 🤭😘

My skilled fingers casted some magic and I present to you: Adam fucking your brains out. He does it quite well too (didn't expect any less from the Dickmaster himself)

Got Me Obsessed

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, consensual sex, unprotected sex, blood

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was refreshing to escape heaven's bright colors and shiny lights for a night, while yes heaven was drop dead gorgeous and you were very grateful that you were allowed to spend eternity up there with Adam, it was nice to see earth again.

Your last visit had been nice too, yet it had ended with Adam and you all wet and drunk and though it had been fun, it wasn't something you planned on repeating all too soon because the headache that had held you in a chokehold the day after had been many things and pleasant wasn't one of them.

So when you two walked past the supermarket that you had stolen a shopping cart from the last time you had been here, you couldn't help but look at each other with the stupidest grin ever. Having Adam on eye level without his shiny halo and the golden wings framing his absurdly tall body was something you enjoyed more than you would admit. It was nice to just look sideways and be able to look him in the eyes, no tilting your head upwards, no him having to bend down. The golden eyes you missed though, they were the portal to the soul after all and while Adam's brown eyes suit him, they simply weren't the same.

And then the bar you had crashed on your last visit on earth came into view and you couldn't help but to grab Adam's wrist and pull him inside, “Not getting wasted today but we should drink to the fact that Sera gave us permission to visit earth again.” Adam hummed in agreement, he saw no point in denying the both of you one or two weaker drinks. So you both maneuvered your way through the bar, it was less crowded than it had been last time, there were only a few tables that were actually used. But you two didn't mind, you weren't there for people after all, you were there to have a drink. Or three.

Both of you sat down on the bar stools at the counter and while you ordered a sex on the beach, Adam went for a vodka tonic. The first man had his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand was lazily grabbing your side and your head was resting on his shoulder as a stranger approached you. He was a little smaller than Adam, had black, curly hair and green eyes that roamed over your body curiously. The brunette was quick to notice the other male approaching you and growled at the stranger, almost like a dog. You patted his thigh softly which caused his attention to shift from the man - who had decided to sit down next to you - to you. “Adam, it's fine,” you assured him with a small smile as you slightly tilted your head to look up to him, your head still on his shoulder.

“Heya, sweetcheeks,” the stranger started a conversation, his lips stretched into a sharp, hungry grin that you decided to ignore as you gave him a quick nod in return. “So what's a cutie like you doin’ ‘round here?” the stranger seemed to purposely ignore Adam because the hand that had been grabbing your side lazily only moments ago tightened. You lifted your head and pulled slightly away from Adam in order to have a proper conversation with the stranger. While for Adam it was obvious what the man's intentions were, you seemed oblivious. “Y’know, having a drink, enjoying the night, getting away from the struggles of life for a couple of hours,” you explained lazily as you took another sip from your drink. The man had the fucking nerve to put his hand on your thigh, “Bet I could help ya enjoy the night n forget about your daily life in no time, shawty.”

And that was when Adam got up and shoved himself between you and the stranger, his body knocking the man's hand away violently. “What the fuck dude, I was having a convo with that pretty babe here,” the black haired exclaimed in anger as Adam pulled you into his arm and lifted you up bridal style. Fuck that bar and fuck that dude too. He had seen enough. He had lost two wives because of some bastard that had flirted with them, had offered them things Adam could never. He wasn't going to let that happen to you too, he wouldn't let this fucking cunt touch you, let alone have you in every way possible.

“That fucking ‘pretty babe’ is my husband you fucking cunt, so go look for some cheap street whore if you want sex but don't you fucking dare and touch my man,” the bartender looked at Adam, then at the other guy, with a simply shrug he went back to work though. The stranger was about to respond but the first man had enough of it. If he would've had his wings he would've knocked the other guy off his chair with them as he stormed out of the bar, carrying you with him.

Your soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks and while he was still furious about what just had happened, he leaned into the loving touch within a heartbeat. “We’re going back to heaven,” Adam stated and with a snap of his fingers he opened a portal and stepped through it. “Already?” you whined. The alcohol you had been drinking seemed to have more of an effect on you than it had on Adam but you really didn't mind feeling a little dizzy. “That guy wanted to fuck you so badly it made him look absolutely fucking stupid,” Adam ignored your question and instead explained why you were heading back. With a quiet noise the portal closed behind the brunette and you found yourself in your bedroom. You grinned up at him as your eyes met the golden ones you loved so dearly. His wings were folded, pressed to the sides of his body and his halo was back where it belonged, on Adam's gorgeous head. He was also the fucking giant again but you really couldn't complain, not when he carried you over to the bed with such ease to drop you onto the soft mattress, your head landed on a pile of pillows and you sighed dreamingly as Adam crawled on top of you.

“That bastard wanted to fuck you and you fucking talked to him like it wasn't the most obvious thing,” the brunette made quick work of his own clothes before he stopped for a moment. His eyes asked for consent in a nonverbal way and you gave him a small happy nod to assure him he was good to continue. So his hands were onto the hem of your robe, “Seems like I have to remind you who your ass belongs to, and spoiler babes, it's not some horny bastard that craves drunken sex.” You let out a small giggle at the irony of it all because right now, Adam seemed to fit his own description quite well.

Your robes were hitting the floor sooner than you had expected them too, your underwear was quick to follow. Adam harshly grabbed one of the pillows that your head was resting on, yet he was careful not to hurt you. The pillow he had just grabbed was precisely placed under your hips to lift them up a little.

It seemed as if his body was on autopilot, he acted on instinct and nothing else. The urge to mark you up, claim you as his once more was too big to resist. He wanted the world to see who you belong to, he wanted those horny bastards to know better not to touch his babes. ”Mh, eager, are we?” you commented and your hands reached out for his hips, pulling them flush against your own and letting out a choked moan. Dear God, you would never get enough of that sensation, never. There was no way you would ever grow tired of how your body reacted to Adam's, or how Adam's body reacted to yours. Having sex with the first man always felt like the first time, it was never the same, always resulting in a post orgasm high for the both of you.

“Listen babes,” he made you snap out of your haze for a moment as your already fogged up brain processed his words, “I’m gonna fuck you, mark you up like the bitch you are for me and give you a fucking reminder that this,” he wrapped one hand loosely around your already hard dick, giving your erection a firm stroke down to the base. The moan you let out was the most beautiful sound he would ever be able to hear. You always sounded so magnificent when you got vocal for him and he adored it, always drowned in your pleas for more, more, more, for him to take you harder. His other hand slipped between the mattress and your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there in a teasing way, “And this belongs to me and fucking me only.” Your breath quickened and you whispered breathlessly, “Yes, yours.”

But as quickly as he had given you the blessing of friction, he took it from you. His hands roamed over your body, nails leaving angry red scratches all over your chest, scratches that would stay at least a week, if not longer. Oh you wanted them to last longer than a week. The feeling of Adam acting all possessive made your body shudder from overwhelming pleasure and your hands moved from his body to the sheets, grabbing the fabric tightly. You tried to ground yourself, tried your hardest to not back down so easily. But then Adam's lips crashed against your neck and your body reacted to that immediately. Your back arched for him in a delicious way only you could, your head was tilted upwards to extend the amount of room he had for hickeys and bite marks. Your brain felt as if it was wrapped up in cotton, the sounds of pleasure your body made for him to hear sounded dull, far away, but his voice was louder, deeper and dominanter than ever.

“Say it again,” he ordered, lust had not only clouded his glorious looking eyes but also his voice. You were able to hear how badly he wanted you without him having to say it and it was moments like these that you thought existing couldn't get any better. His hands held your hips down firmly, nails dug so deep into your skin that they broke the soft flesh, golden blood coated Adam's fingertips but neither of you cared, if anything it only added to the pleasure you both were feeling. Your hands that had been gripping the sheets tightly moved to his neck instead, your hands buried themselves in his soft, soft hair, giving it a light tug which earned you a small groan.

“I’m fuckin’ yours, Adam,” you moaned as he sunk his teeth into your skin. A bite mark formed right underneath your jaw, everyone would be able to see until it would eventually fade. You didn't want it to fade, you wanted him to mark you up permanently, so without giving your words a second thought you hummed, “Make it scar, please, make it permanent.” He seemed to actually think of denying you for a moment, concern had appeared in his eyes and you were not having it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, if he'd pin yours down, you'd drag him down with you you thought as you tighten your legs around him and your hips collided.

As if that had been the command he had been waiting for he brought his lips down onto the bite mark yet again, his soft lips parted and therefore exposed his teeth. He bit down again, harder than he had before until he tasted the sweetness of your blood on his tongue. Soon his entire mouth was coated in the delicious liquid that kept spilling from your body. When the brunette pulled slightly back to lick the blood from his lips you pulled into a kiss, to taste your own blood on his lips felt absolutely overwhelming.

Your hips kept rutting against his in steady motions, he was meeting your thrusts halfway through.

The golden liquid dropped onto the sheets and Adam was quick to lick it from your neck, there was simply no way he'd waste any more of it, he wanted it all, wanted all that your body had to offer. “Such a needy fucking bitch, aren't you?” You whined at that, your hips stuttered against his and all you could do to answer was nod. Yes you were his needy bitch, his good boy, his fucktoy. You were whatever he wanted you to be.

Your legs started to give out due to the pleasure your body was feeling and he used that to his advantage and lifted his hips again, yours were still pressed against the pillow underneath. “No,” you cried out at the lack of friction and desperately rutted up against nothing.

You needed him.

One hand left your hip and you saw him snap his fingers. The feeling you were expecting once that hand was back onto your hip, back to pressing it against the pillow was absolutely overwhelming yet not enough. You felt your insides stretch, Adam had decided to use his angelic powers for preparation this time. He rarely did that, usually enjoyed scissoring you open and eating you out, he only ever used his powers during sex when he knew he wouldn't be able to prepare you properly, when the lust had taken over and was fogging up his brain entirely. In order not to hurt you, he had used his powers. You secretly thanked the Lord for giving Adam these powers in the first place.

The snap of his fingers had also coated his dick in lube, that you were able to feel when he pressed the tip of his erection against your ass, slowly entering you. Your muscle stretched around him with ease and he slipped inside almost effortlessly. It really didn't take the brunette to bottom out inside of you and he started even sooner to move his hips. “Fuck,” you muttered, your nails scratched his scalp and he let out a quiet moan as he harshly moved his hips back and forth. The angle always changed as the self claimed dickmaster was trying to aim for your sweet spot.

A loud moan erupted from your body and your ass chased his dick once he had found it. “Adam,” you moaned his name, you wanted more of that feeling, more of him. You wanted his hand on your dick, maybe even your mouth, you wanted him to keep fucking you like a wild animal, “Adam, please.” His head moved closer to your ear, hot breath was hitting your already warm skin and his voice made you shudder violently, “Yes, babes?”

Your body responded by moaning his name yet again, asking for more without actually saying it, begging him to touch you without actively asking for it. The dried blood on your neck felt weird when his breath ghosted over it and the thought of a scar on your neck, visible for all eternity was driving you insane in the most glorious way possible. “Please, more,” you asked of him, as you tried to use his belly for friction - but to no avail.

The constant penetration of your prostate made you clench around his dick and Adam gasped at the sudden tightness that was surrounding him. “Close, so close,” you informed him and that made a sickly sweet idea bloom inside his head, “Good. Because you're gonna cum untouched for me.”

The pure thought of it made your dick throb and it only took a few more seconds for you to actually come undone. The sticky white liquid splashed onto his stomach, covering both of your soft skin in a warm coat of cum. The heat around Adam's dick tightened once again and he kept fucking into you at a brutal pace.

One thrust, two thrusts and then he filled you up all nicely. The energy he had only moments before was gone and he stilled inside of you as his cum painted your insides white. His wings were puffed out, the golden feathers spread, making him look holy. You couldn't help but smash your lips against his, catching him in yet another bruising kiss that drew a moan from him.

He slowly moved his hips back in order to pull out, a small whimper fell from your lips but was quickly kissed away by him. He slid down your body until his face was right next to your dick and you were about to ask what the fuck he was doing but your train of thoughts was interrupted when his mouth opened up and his lips wrapped around the head of your dick, sucking it clean from the cum. He didn't stop there though, he slowly worked himself towards the base, then released your now soft dick to lick the messy white from your stomach. While he did so, his eyes were focused on your face, on the emotions that were on display and, oh dear Lord, you were looking fucking fantastic.

Once the white had been removed by his tongue, he snapped his fingers yet again in order to clean both of you properly. Adam came back up to lay down next to you, his arms were open, inviting you for cuddles and you were quick to roll over and cuddle up against his chest. “I love you,” he hummed against your hair and kissed your head softly. “Love you too, big guy,” you gave his chest a light pat and placed a small kiss on it too.

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