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lev1hei1chou · 2 months

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Gojo As Your Boyfriend

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 1.2K Synopsis: Oddly specific Boyfriend headcanons Masterlist

Boyfriend!Gojo who trusts your ablities and strengths but would still be incredibly protective. Your safety and well being is his priority, and he'd do anything to keep you safe.

Boyfriend!Gojo who'd end up laughing with you at the most serious moments, be it while facing curses like Jogo or while getting reprimanded by principal Yaga and Gakuganji

Boyfriend!Gojo who thrives on excitement and challenges. He'd be up for any adventure you suggest: whether it's trying out new cuisines, going on spontaneous trips, or exploring hidden gems in the city.

Boyfriend!Gojo who would be incredibly supportive of your goals and dreams, encouraging you to pursue your passions wholeheartedly. You like to cook? He's purchasing new cookbooks. You like to train? He's coming with you. You like to dance? Don't worry, he's at the front seat screaming and cheering.

Boyfriend!Gojo who has no filter. Maybe it isn't a great thing in some aspects, but it's almost always helpful to get rid of barriers in the relationship.

Boyfriend!Gojo who would enjoy surprising you with thoughtful gestures and gifts, showing his affection in unexpected ways. Spontaneous dates? A random heartfelt letter? He's already done it.

Boyfriend!Gojo who'd have a romantic side to him, despite the confident and aloof exterior. From candlelit dinners to stargazing nights to rocking the streets in matching outfits, he'd enjoy creating memories.

Boyfriend!Gojo who is unpredictable but would also provide a sense of stability and reassurance. You can find comfort in knowing that no matter what challenges come your way, you can always rely on him to be your rock.

Boyfriend!Gojo who loves engaging in playful banter with you, gracing your conversations with witty remarks and teasing comments. He adores teasing you, whether it's about your hair, your clothes, or your habits. But it's all in good fun.

Boyfriend!Gojo who'd known to surprise you with random acts of affection, like pulling you into a spontaneous hug or planting surprise kisses on your cheek or ruffling your hair.

Boyfriend!Gojo who enjoys finding common interests to bond over with you, whether it's binge-watching your favorite TV shows together or geeking out over shared hobbies.

Boyfriend!Gojo who isn't afraid to let loose and be silly with with you, indulging in goofy antics and inside jokes that only both of you understand.

Boyfriend!Gojo who finds joy in cooking together with you, even if you end up making a mess in the kitchen. It doesn't matter if you're good at cooking or bad at it.

Boyfriend!Gojo who isn't shy about using cute pet names for you, whether it's "darling," "sweetheart," or any other endearing term that makes your heart flutter. Sometimes its downright weird but there's no use in complaining.

Boyfriend!Gojo who's affectionate side shines through when you need it. He'd wrap you in a warm embrace, gently stroking your hair and whispering soothing words until you feel better.

Boyfriend!Gojo who absolutely loves stargazing with you, lying side by side under a blanket of stars as you share your stories, dreams and aspirations.

Boyfriend!Gojo who enjoys planning surprise picnics for you, whisking you away to scenic spots where you can enjoy delicious food and each other's company in the great outdoors.

Boyfriend!Gojo who is a big fan of cuddling with you, relishing in the closeness and warmth of their embrace as you unwind together after a long day.

Boyfriend!Gojo who is known to leave sweet and encouraging notes for you to find, whether it's tucked into your bag before you head off to work or hidden under your pillow as a pleasant surprise.

Boyfriend!Gojo who spontaneously turns your living room into a dance floor, pulling you into impromptu dance parties where you sway and twirl to your favorite tunes, lost in the moment together.

Boyfriend!Gojo who has a secret soft spot for romantic comedies. He may pretend to scoff at them in public, but behind closed doors, he's secretly binging on the latest rom-com releases with you, occasionally shedding a tear during the most touching scenes.

Boyfriend!Gojo who has a quirky obsession with funky socks and has an extensive collection of colorful and patterned pairs. He loves showing them off to you, eagerly awaiting your reaction to his latest sock choice each day.

Boyfriend!Gojo who has an inexplicable talent for plant whispering. You often catch him talking to your houseplants, offering words of encouragement and praise, much to your amusement. He's terrible at gardening though.

Boyfriend!Gojo who is an undisputed expert when it comes to building pillow forts. He spends hours meticulously constructing elaborate forts with you, complete with secret tunnels, cozy nooks, and twinkling fairy lights for added ambiance.

Boyfriend!Gojo who has a fascination with whales and loves taking you on spontaneous whale watching excursions whenever the opportunity arises. He's memorized facts about different whale species and eagerly points out their distinctive behaviors during your ocean adventures.

Boyfriend!Gojo who surprises you by penning heartfelt poetry dedicated to you. His poems may range from whimsical and playful to deeply profound, reflecting the depth of his emotions for his beloved.

Boyfriend!Gojo who embarks on midnight snack adventures with you, raiding the kitchen in search of tasty treats to satisfy your cravings. You indulge in elaborate snack concoctions and share laughter-filled conversations in the dim glow of the refrigerator light.

Boyfriend!Gojo who is a master of stealthy tickling and loves catching you off guard with unexpected tickle attacks. You can never guess when he's about to strike.

Boyfriend!Gojo whose skill is unmatched when it comes toplanning spontaneous dates. One day, he might whisk you away to a museum, and the next, he could surprise you with tickets to a concert you've been dying to see.

Boyfriend!Gojo prides himself on his pancake-making skills and often surprises you with elaborate pancake breakfasts on lazy weekend mornings. He might not be the best cook but pancakes are an exception. He's mastered the art of pancake art and loves creating whimsical designs like heart shapes or your initials.

You wake up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling warm and content in your bed. You patted Gojo's side of the bed just to realise that this presence is missing.

Blinking sleepily, you notice a piece of paper with cute patterns on the bedside table. Picking it up, you see Gojo's familiar handwriting, a simple yet sweet "Good morning sunshine!" greeting accompanied by an invitation to join him downstairs.

Curious, you follow the note's instructions and make your way downstairs. As you enter the kitchen, the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafts through the air, and you can't help but smile at the sight before you.

There stands Gojo, wearing an apron that's probably more for show than functionality. He beams at you, holding a plate piled high with pancakes of various shapes and sizes.

Suppressing a laugh, you take a seat at the table as Gojo proudly explains each pancake's shape, from a lopsided heart to what is supposed to resemble your face (though it's more abstract than accurate).

Despite their unconventional appearances, the pancakes taste delicious, and you find yourself laughing and enjoying the moment with Gojo.

Between bites, he steals kisses from you, his affectionate gestures adding to the warmth of the morning. As you finish eating, you realize how lucky you are to have someone as playful and loving as Gojo in your life. With a full stomach and a heart full of love, you lean in to return his kisses.

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sp00derm4n · 4 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐖𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫

Clarisse la Rue x fem!demigod!reader

summary: your fighting lessons with clarisse are getting put to the test in a game of capture the flag. you just wished you didn't have to fight her

a/n: there's gonna be a prequel of their lessons together and maybe more parts after. this is my first work, i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: slight enemies to lovers, NICKNAMES!! (princess), clarisse falling for the reader HARD at the end

wc: 1.1k

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"I can't do this," you exclaimed, looking between Annabeth and Luke. They shared a sympathetic glance at your revelation. You were close friends with Luke and Annabeth and, you trusted them with all your heart. But at this moment, you were starting to regret agreeing to participate in Annabeth's so-called master plan.

Annabeth let out a sigh. "Don't worry, just follow the plan."

You gave an exasperated look. "You mean the plan where I distract the Clarisse? The most feared prettiest person at this camp?" you emphasized.

"Is someone talking about me?" Speak of the devil, you thought. You rolled your eyes, turning around to face the one and only Clarrise la Rue. Her mouth lifted into a smirk, and her eyes crinkled in satisfaction at your displeased expression. "Didn't know you were such a fan princess," she chuckled.

"Still not a fan of that nickname la Rue," you snapped back.

Her eyes were trained on yours, not even sparring a glance at Luke and Annabeth behind you. "I'll see you on the battlefield, princess."

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You had wandered the forest, wishing this game would be over. Your eyes darted across your surroundings at any sudden noise you had heard. You were hoping for an uneventful Capture the Flag, not wanting to get hurt. However, luck wasn't on your side today as you didn’t expect to end up with Clarisse La Rue pointing a spear at you.

“Where’s your little friend?” She sneered, referring to Percy Jackson, the newest camper at Camp Half-Blood. Since his arrival, she had taken a distaste for him.

Your eyes narrowed in response. "Why do you care?" you questioned, reaching for your sword.

Clarisse's grip on her spear tightened. "I just want to have a simple chat with him." She growled, stalking closer like a predator and their prey. "Where is he," she pressed.

You scoffed at her tempered response. "There's no way in hell, I'm telling you, Clarisse." For a moment, her eyes softened as her name left your lips.

She raised her spear, "Then you leave me no choice," she snarled. Taking a step towards you, "Get out of my way, princess," she warned. The nickname made the butterflies in your stomach flutter for a moment. Not now, you thought in your head, you have a job to do.

You raised your sword in response, praying she wouldn't be able to hear the falter in your voice. "Bring it."

The spear twirled in her grip in a practiced motion, and she lunged suddenly. Her blade shot forward with a blinding speed, aiming for your head.

Your eyes widened at her ruthlessness, "Are you trying to kill me?"

She smirked, "Don't take it personally, princess." Her eyes searched your face, "I just have a job to do."

You stepped back, dodging her quick attacks as if it was instinct. Your sword clashed with her spear, startling both parties.

Clarisse was knocked back slightly, and she grunted as her spear jarred in her hand. "Good," She breathed, her face tight with cold focus as she readied another attack, "At least you're not completely useless." The spear came forward once more, aiming for a blow to your stomach.

"Well, I had a decent teacher," you playfully grinned, referring to your lessons together.

Your lessons together... Clarisse thought, and a smile crept onto her face, her spear missing you by only inches as you managed to dodge out of the way.

"I taught you well," the daughter of Ares replied, her tone smug. She launched the weapon again with a forward thrust aimed at your chest.

"Yeah," you replied. "Thought I'd put those skills to good use."

"Good use?" Clarisse smirked before she attacked once more.

Clarisse was confident, cocky even. She was an experienced warrior. She knew she could defeat everyone, especially you, who had only just received a few lessons from her.

She came at you with another strike of the spear, hoping to end the fight quickly, secretly not wanting you to get injured.

"You're not gonna win this battle princess. Remember, I'm the one who taught you everything you know."

You rolled your eyes at her, "We'll see about that." The comment pushed you to take the offensive, swinging your sword in an attempt to disarm her.

Clarisse tsked as she was able to deflect the strike with the edge of her spear, though it left a small dent in the metal tip.

She chuckled and then countered with a series of stabs towards your heart, all of which you deflected as well.

"Pretty good," She said, her smile widening. As arrogant as she was, she was proud of your skills in battle, too. She had spent some much-needed time teaching you her methods, and there had been immense improvements in your skills on the battlefield.

You couldn't stop the blush that appeared on your cheeks at the compliment. I can't get distracted at a time like this you thought.

Clarisse noted the pink that crept on your cheeks for a moment before her attention was focused on the spear in her hand.

She was enjoying herself in this fight, a lot more than she thought she would. There was no rush, no feeling that she needed to finish this fight quickly. She was having fun, the same kind of fun that she had the last time you guys were in combat together.

"You've gotten better, you know," She muttered as she continued attacking you again, not letting you have the chance to catch your breath.

"Thanks," you reply hastily. Your mind drifts to what Annabeth told you before the game started. Distract Clarisse.

Clarisse's pride grew as you continued to attack her while also defending yourself. She was enjoying herself.

She moved forward even more, pressing herself against you more and more, forcing you to stay on your toes.

Your weapons clashed together, making your faces only inches apart.

"You know you can't win, right?" She whispered, her grip on her spear never faltering.

"Lose the battle, win the war," you whispered back, looking into her eyes.

Clarisse froze, her eyes locking on yours. Her mouth opened as she heard the sound of Chiron's horn in the distance, signifying the end of the games. She felt your breath on her neck, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized how close the two of you were.

She let out a curse, her smirk growing on her face. "You did good princess." A proud look adorned her features as she continued studying your face. Although she lost, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of your battle.

"Fuck."

#clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #pjo #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #clarrise pjo #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #pjo x reader #pjo x you #clarisse la rue x you #dior goodjohn

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whalesforhands · 2 months

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in which you have to be the peacemaker in this relationship.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, NSFW DESCRIPTIONS, stsg x reader are in an established relationship, slightly mean geto suguru

“You know, Suguru…” Your lips trail his skin, slowly kissing up the happy trail that peeked out of his boxers, softness with every lingering kiss you leave up his tightening abs, the twitch of his skin beneath your heated fingertips. Your kisses continue on their path, gently making their way past his torso, a tender kiss to one of his pecs, one to his adam’s apple, just under his chin… It feels so addictive, being able to feel his soft skin with your own. Your eyes start shifting to be staring up at him, his once pristine button-up starting to drape off of you as cigarette smoke starts to deprive you of his scent.

“You promised our kids you would stop smoking.” You’re staring up at him, bruised up and bitten, his teeth marks decorating your body as you laid on top of him, the blanket over the both of you as you twirled a strand of his hair mindlessly inbetween your fingers.

“Mmm… Did I?” He seems to grow embarrassed, the high starting to leave him as he closes his eyes, content with the feel of your body perched atop his, laying comfortably against his chest.

Silence.

“…would it change anything if I was the one who asked, then?” Your voice is whispered, soft. As if you didn’t want to break the steady silence of the room and whirling of the air conditioner as you continue to kiss his body, your soft way of coaxing him to be… Gentler, softer and more willing to forgive.

And it works.

“I thought you found it attractive when I did it.”

“Not when the Nanako and Mimiko have been asking you to quit for so long.”

You sit back up, noticing his pleased hums and blissful twinkle in his eye, steeling yourself with a deep breath in and a tuck of his hair back as you begin to make amends between your two husbands.

“And, um… About Sator— Mmm…!” Your words are swallowed when your lips are gently crashed against a pair that pulls you into a dizzy, addicting dance, your palms splayed out for balance only to feel the hard contours of his abs that feel like fire against your skin.

It wasn’t long before he pulls away, purple gems eyeing the trail of saliva left behind from your shared love, smirk on his face as he watches you swallow nervously, your face growing hot and your eyes blanking out into the distance, a mere show of his ability to kiss you until you couldn’t think straight.

You can’t forget why you’re here, you can’t forget why you’re here you can’t forget why you’re here you can’t forget—

A heady odour that dulls your mind, your barely clothed form being made to settle down, hips finding themselves home on straddling his thick thigh and a hand finding purchase on one of his pecs for balance as you feel his own hand on your waist squeeze just a little tighter at your misdemeanor.

As if daring you to go further.

“What about him?” He’s teasing, being obvious in his bullying of you as he watches you narrow your eyes, opting to instead give a light smack against his propped up arm, a lowly attempt to make him drop the cigarette held inbetween his two fingers as he chuckles, black hair swishing with each tremor of his body.

He thinks for a moment, lets the slow tension build as he exhales gently to the side, wispy grey smoke fluttering out from his lips and into the atmosphere of this misty room. Though, he makes it a point to avoid your face and move the cigarette further away, large hand reaching up to gently cup your chin towards him once again.

Your cheeks squished between his thumb and index, fingers lazily stroking your skin as you’re met with salacious purple that sent shivers down your spine and tingles in your stomach as you let out a moan.

“Plus,” His hot breath is fanning over your lips, just inches apart from each other as you let him bring you closer, tempt you with his very being. “It isn’t like you to be so daring, sweetness.” His thumb traces the corners of your lips as you lean forward to gently kiss him again, your tongue slow and decided, tangling carefully with his as you simply take what you want.

You pull away after much too short a time, his lips chasing after yours only for you to gently take ahold of his cheek, his face lightening into a smile just as soft as you were when you lean in again to place your forehead against his, tenderly brushing away long strands of his bangs and sighing.

“I just—“ You take a moment for yourself, swallowing your lust momentarily as you catch a glance of him putting his cigarette out in the ashtray by the nightstand. “Need you to forgive Satoru…”

“Oh? Doing favors for him now, I see?” He lifts his forehead away, opting to take this time to feel the contours of your body, spidering his touch across your exposed form before him as he lets you say your piece.

“You know I don’t like it when you both—“ You shiver as his gaze turns sharp, his touches growing just that bit rougher as his focus on you was akin to a predator to prey. It makes your spine shiver in anticipation, a heat building in your core as your eyes and a clenching of your thighs when you meet the smirk on his lips. “Fight…”

He hums, continuing to play with your body, rolling your nipple inbetween his fingers as you tremble and bite back a moan, your thighs starting to shake from the building pleasure and sweat starting to build upon your skin.

“And look how that will turn out for you.” His eyes start to trail down your bare chest, a finger slowly tracing up your body to tap against your skin.

“All pretty, pent up,” His fingers trace a line down the column of your throat, tapping against your cleavage before it continues to sensually drag its way down to your belly button. “And all for me.”

“Though,” He continues his little speech, loving the way your skin shivered with his every touch, a kiss pressed to your collarbone as you feel him drag you impossibly closer towards him, his hands growing restless in their groping of your body as you whine, your positions soon switched around as you feel his larger body press you against the soft sheets of your shared bed, one of your legs thrown up over his shoulder as a hand grips your inner thigh, spreading you open for him.

“I’ll let you defend him a little since you came all this way.”

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“H-He’s just— Ngh…!” A pressure between your legs, his tongue licking the tears off your cheeks as two fingers plunge deeper into you, stuffing his cum back inside as you yelp and twitch around him.

“Mmhm, I’m listening. Go on…” He whispers oh so sweetly, cooing so gently into your ear as you cry and whimper around his fingers, his still hard cock poking up from between your thighs and weeping against your belly.

“Satoru didn’t mean it—!” You’re hiccuping your words out, twitching and shaking as your chest is to his back, his black hair falling over your shoulders when you try to push against his strength, trying to breakout of his ironclad grip when the pleasure just becomes too much—!

“Mmngh…! A— S-Sugur— Please…!” You tighten considerably when you feel his hot cum already starting to seep out despite his ‘help’, begging for him to let you talk properly despite this heaving pleasure.

A dismissive chuckle and a kiss to your cheek.

“Try a little harder, sweetheart.” He bites the tip of your ear as you let out a helpless squeal, your vision starting to blur into a blinding haze as you feel him burrow his long fingers deeper inside you, holding your hips in place when you buck up to escape his torturing pleasure.

“And maybe I’ll consider forgiving him.”

Is this punishment for you, or for Satoru…?

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KOFI mission... success?

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pelova4president · 2 months

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Lovey Dovey

Jill Roord x Doctor!Reader

summary~ Jill just had her ACL surgery and is still high on the anesthesia.

Jill wasn’t a fan of surgery’s, how could anyone be. She was nervous about this whole procedure. Tearing her ACL in her prime had done a number on her, not only physically but mentally too. But the surgery had to be done and she knew that.

You’ve been dating Jill for about a year now. You met through your mutual friend, Vivianne Miedema. The first few months were long distance, with you working in England and Jill in Germany. You hadn’t really seen eachother throughout the World Cup but kept in touch, texting her good morning and goodnight and recording voice notes. And sometimes you took in into yourself to make her a vlog about your day, she liked those most.

Driving was Jill’s thing, she enjoyed it and you loved that she loved it. You had certain tasks without really agreeing on them, they had just become your unassigned jobs in your relationship. Your girlfriend was a little sceptical, letting you drive in her still quite new car.

Jill had hidden the keys to her car and you were not having it. “Jill tell me where the fucking keys are.” you sighed, having searched for it everywhere by now. She simply shook her head with a childlike frown.

You simply had no other choice than to threaten her. “Jill you better tell me where they are or i won’t kiss you until you can play full football games again.”, now that got her attention. “That’s just mean, you can’t do that to me baby” the woman groaned sinking even further into the couch.

“Watch me.” you said, arms folded under eachother. “Fine, under the blue vase in the kitchen.” she finally admitted. You leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead to thank her.

Finding the keys you sigh, “Let’s go baby.”.

The drive to the hospital was rather chaotic, well it was for you. You had to watch the road in front of you and listen to your stubborn girlfriend telling you how to drive and how she thought this was just a horrible idea, she should’ve never ‘given’ you the keys.

It was a wonder Jill was still alive after that trip, she could’ve sworn she had atleast two heart attacks and went into multiple cardiac arrests. But luckily for her a docter was driving, well lucky to some extent.

You wheeled her into the big building, you knew her anxiety was spiking but you’ve talked her through the procedure multiple times. “Jilly, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll be with you, when you go to sleep and i’ll be there when you wake up.” you said, squeezing her shoulder to reassure her.

The Dutch Lioness had to change and got ready for her surgery. With a peck to the lips she let go. “I love you” she told you. “Love you too, you’re very brave Jilly.” you kissed before she fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up from the surgery you expected her to be a bit dazed out but she was more than that.

Stroking patterns on her arms you soothed her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a groggy groan caught your attention. “Hey, you’re with us again. I bet you’ve had some pretty weird dreams hmm?” you said getting her to look at you.

“Why’s the light so lightly?” her raspy voice sounded. Laughing at her sleepy state you answered, “Hospital lights are supposed to be like that baby.”

Jill was taken aback by that. “Why are you calling me baby? I’ve already got a liefje.” Jill frowned. You had to hold your laugh in at that.

“Jill look at me, i’m your liefje.” she finally fully opened her eyes and took a good look at you. Satisfied she hummed, “I’ve done really good. You’re very pretty and nice and pretty.” your girlfriend slurred, dragging the ‘really’ out. “Can you do a spin for me liefje? Pretty please.” she asked you sweetly.

Standing up you did a ballerina like twirl. “Good enough for you baby?” you asked her, hand on your hip. She approved your twirl and demanded a kiss. “I want a kiss now.” you walked towards her to give in but apparently you didn’t move fast enough and she started getting out of the hospital bed.

“Jill! Stay there, you’re not supposed to be on your feet already!” you yelled a bit annoyed. She probably couldn’t stand on her leg yet and definitely not now that she was still so dazy.

Quickly she let loose of the bed railing and laid back again. “Okay okay, but i need a kiss to make it better!” she was gonna be the death of you.

You got into bed with her and almost immediately she wrapped herself around you, kissing every bit of your face. “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “so so so so” kiss “much” she snuggled into you. “Jilly, i love you too” you giggled into the crook of her neck.

The two of you got to go home after a few hours but Jill was still a bit out of it. You tried to get her to sit in the passenger seat but she wouldn’t let go of you. “Jilly, you need to let go, i can’t drive us home like this.” you told her.

And even in het dazed state she caught on to the fact you were driving her car. “You don’t need to drive us home schatje. Uber and i’ll drive it home another day.” she negotiated with you.

“Oh shut up. You’re not gonna die, you baby.” you rolled your eyes at her. Jill placed her hand over her heart and acted like she just got stabbed in it. “Big baby.” you laughed.

Arriving home she still wouldn’t let you go. You had to carry her out of the car and placed her on the couch. “I’m gonna die if you won’t stay with me. You’re a doctor, don’t let me die, you signed to safe all the life’s you possibly can!” she yelled when you got up to make the two of you some tea.

“Stop saying that! You’re not gonna die.” you yelled from the kitchen. “You don’t know that until you find me dead on the couch in a few seconds.” you heard her mumble when you walked into the living room with two cups of hot tea in hand.

It was a hard day for her and you knew that so you kept her close. If you were all she needed you would be there. And after what must’ve been a tiring day for her she fell asleep next to you, holding your hand as tight as she could in her sleep.

y/n_y/l/n posted on their story

A/N i just realised that the anon might’ve meant that Jill and R met at the hospital but well.. too late now sorry

#jill roord x reader #jill roord #nedwnt #oranjeleeuwinnen #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #engwnt #man city women #leah williamson #arsenal wfc

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churipu · 3 months

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omg hi! can i request jjk men with a girlfriend who loves acting! she goes to a drama club and all that (๑>◡<๑)

thanks I love all your posts (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

JJK MEN AND A GIRLFRIEND WHO LOVES ACTING 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro x fem! reader

warning. gojo being dramatic

note. hi nonnieee :< sorry for the late update on this, and i appreciate you saying that, it means so much to me <33 i hope you like this one! and believe it or not, i'm like — sick again??? i don't get it, i swear i was just fine an hour before and now i'm sneezing like five times after every ten minutes. pls save me. okay and ngl, this gave me ideas of musical actor! gojo and reader.

GOJO SATORU. he will absolutely be thrilled, and he is your number one fan. he gets very giddy when you tell him that you'll have a performance — but gets upset when he realizes that your character has a love interest (who isn't him).

but gojo doesn't try to ask you to switch or quit, because he knows this is just acting. as much as he hates to see other people touch you intimately, even for an act; the male knows how much acting means to you. it's your dream to perform for people for gosh sake.

gojo will make sure he gets the front row seats to be able to see you act. and the male drops by your practice to see how you were holding up, and sometimes, he helps you by going over the script together. the male finds your acting very very delightful, there's this flutter in him whenever he sees his girlfriend performing on stage.

proud, euphoria, love. everything all at once. he cheers the loudest when the performance ends, giving a loud clap and telling people beside him that you're his girlfriend. as soon, as people starts leaving the theatre, he finds you and tells you how proud he is of you.

as the rowdy theatre soon turns empty, gojo and you would spend some time performing the same act. where this time, he's your love interest — performing rather perfectly since he knew the script from going over it with you before.

"this 's the part where you jump into my arms and i twirl you, right, princess?" he asks, taking off his suit, tossing it aside so he could move better.

you nodded, "ready, 'toru?"

"'m always ready for you, baby," he opened his arms towards you and you laugh freely, throwing yourself onto him.

the male wrapped his strong arms around your waist and twirled you around on the stage inside the empty theatre, both of your laughs echoing in the large room. it's always a routine to end the day like that after every performance of yours.

"maybe i should consider acting, hm? so i could be your love interest instead of some . . . guy." he murmurs into your neck as he puts you down onto the ground gently.

"you could try, baby. i'd be glad to act with you."

gojo tries out, and he miraculously landed an act after his first audition (and he gets to be your love interest).

NANAMI KENTO. doesn't like crowds. but when it comes to your performances — he'd push that aside, because it isn't about him, it's about you. he promises to watch you, and he kept his words.

the first time he finds out about your passion for acting was when he sees you go over a script on your third date with him. of course he wanted to know what you were doing, and when he finds out that you were going to be performing for an act, he was astonished. he just needed to be there to see you.

believe it or not. nanami even went out of his way to cancel a meeting to go watch your show, and the first time he saw you live on act. he just gets so entranced by the way you move and act on stage — how you stayed on character despite the constant eye contacts he had with you during the play.

and after that, he always comes to see your performances; it never stopped even after you both started dating. he's always there, a flower bouquet sitting on his lap as he intently watches you perform with such elegance and professionalism. sometimes nanami wondered why you haven't tried out to be an actor on tv yet.

"kento, how did i do?" you'd ask him after every performance, sweat dribbling down the side of your head and the male wipes it with his bare fingers.

"amazing. as always. i'm proud of you," he slipped the bouquet into your arms and pressed a brief kiss onto your forehead, "you look beautiful."

nanami makes sure to pamper you after your performance, helping you clean the make up off — spoiling you with the best food, snacks, and anything you want. and when you tell him that it's too much to spend on you, he insisted on it. nanami won't even regret spending much on you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. the first time he met you was from a cliche fiction type of bump, drop things, apologize and picking up. right outside a theatre where you were practicing a few days before the big performance, toji picked up your script and he asked you if you act — and you said yes.

an odd thing to say, but he admitted that he'd be watching and he's interested on it since it would be his first time watching an act (he didn't have a ticket, he just said that so he could actually come see you act).

and when you told him you'd be happy to see him on the big day — toji was internally telling himself that he screwed up big time since he didn't have a ticket. that day, the both of you exchanged numbers and got to know each other through exchanges of messages.

toji tries hard to find an available ticket, and was so happy when he got one (even if he didn't, i swear he'd force himself inside the theatre to see you). and front row too nonetheless. he tells you about where he was going to be sitting and that he has high hopes from you as a joke.

and when you finished the performance, honestly, he didn't know what to say. frankly, he finds acting a bit boring — but with you on stage, his eyes were intent. every single time you popped onto stage, he finds himself stupidly smiling.

even after you both started dating, he'd always come to your performances. even if he didn't get a ticket, he lies to you and tells you that he's coming — which he did, by letting out some meaningless threats to the security guarding outside.

"hah, knew y'were gonna be great, doll." he approaches you as you were wiping off the eyeshadow gently, and you chuckled, "y'look hot in that dress."

"oh, hush. how did you get in here? this is an actors and actresses only zone," you tell him, not even bothering to kick him out because he'll probably find himself back in anyways.

"i have ways," he stood behind you, watching the mirror, specifically at your reflection. the way your lips parted slightly at every brush of the dirty cotton onto your skin.

he's proud of you. but wouldn't tell you with words, but he will give you a kiss or two to tell you that he is indeed proud of you.

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iwaasfairy · 5 months

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congratulations on your 15k milestone fairy!!!! i’m such a fan of every single one of ur fics, I’ve been here ever since u started publishing mirror and indelible and it’s been such an amazing ride!!! ur the best fairy, hope u reach 150k now ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

for the event maybe could u make megumi + stepcest? make it as dark as u wish haha <3~

:<<< I have a very sad kitty image that I wanna put in here but I can’t buT iMMMM Big emOtional yOUre so swEEETTTT

tw (step)cest, jealousy, manipulation

Megumi knows he has you wrapped around his finger. It’s not particularly hard to see in the first place, watching you ‘hmm’ and gawk each time you do as he asks. He doesn’t think that you’re stupid, but you are naive, and just like the lot of them - you didn’t get enough attention from daddy. Ever since Tsumiki moved out, you’ve become even more clingy, sticky and pushy with your affection.

“You know that’s not going to stop me, right?” He asks, and watches how your big eyes flutter up at him like you’re trying to take a shutter the sight and print it into your brain. It takes a few seconds for your pout to appear, and heat to start prickling on the tip of your nose and ears.

“‘M not trying to stop you,” the hands you had wrapped around your tits to protect your modesty drop, as you glance down and step out of your panties too. “It’s cold in here, niichan~”

Megumi clicks his tongue, before putting the toothbrush back into the glass. He can do that later. “Then get into the bath already, shitty sister. I don’t know why you’re twirling around here in the first place.” He can’t help the snappy tone when it comes to you, truly, he does try. But the meaner he is, the softer you become. And how’s a man supposed to ignore your glittering puppy-dog eyes? He truly can’t.

“Are you getting in too?” you patiently ask, sliding into the hot water with slightly wobbly legs, like you’re a baby fawn taking its first steps. Megumi never really felt called to be a protector… but you are something else entirely.

His answer comes before the thought. “Of course I am. Move over.” You do, and he strips down and gets in like he says - but instead of any of this calming his hard-on, he’s only getting harder when your skin slides up against his and you sway the water when you get comfortable against his chest, dropping your head back onto his shoulder. “Gotta clean you up. Move your arms.” And his hands follow, kneading the soft skin of your tits with slightly rough touches.

“Nii nii?” He responds with only a hum, and runs his hands down your body a few times to slide your legs apart so he can fit a hand in between and trail his fingers over your pussy, putting more pressure on your covered clit until you start to melt against him a little. After a few soft gasps, you turn your face to hide against his throat. “Did you use to take baths with Tsumiki neechan too?” Your voice is too soft to make out any true undertone, but he still feels a slight smile tug at his mouth corners.

“Hah?” Of course he didn’t. While he appreciates both your older sister, he’s pretty sure she would have killed him if he had tried. She might still kill him if she finds out what dirty thoughts he’s put into your head now, too. Only you could be doe-eyed and obedient enough to let your big brother trick you into playing with your tits and pussy after hours. He pinches your clit between thumb and pointer until you squeak, and it sends you slipping down and out of his touch with a frown.

“‘Gumi niichan~ That hurts!” Your bottom lip wobbles as you stare at him, and more heat starts collecting on your cheeks until you look all flushed and drowsy and a little bit too distracted.

“That’s what you get for asking stupid questions.” He keeps your eyes for a second, before you finally look away in embarrassment and run a hand over your eyes. But when you try to get up, he pulls you back down into him and sloshing the water around more. “Hey, what- are you jealous?”

“No, ‘m not jealous!” You’re convincing exactly no one. And his grip on your wrist stays even though you try to wrong loose, before you eventually give up and you blink away tears. “God, let go, niichan. I don’t like you.” He takes hold of your head and pulls you closer until you’re nose to nose and he’s unable to keep the slight smile from showing up on his face.

“Gimme one kiss, c’mon.” You give him the saddest, most pitiful peck - before he leans in more and squeezes your face. “A proper kiss.” Those long lashes almost brush his when you look up at him and suck your bottom lip. But be it wanting to be done quicker, or actual want, you go back in and let him capture your mouth with his until he can push his tongue between your lips and force them open. Until you’re relaxing against his hold on you and your tits get pressed to his chest - slumped against the naked body of your own big brother.

After a bit of letting you kiss him back, he taps your cheek. “Get onto your knees, we gotta clean me too. You do it so well with that pretty mouth, right?’

#monkey fun.event #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw.manipulation #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.megumi

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matchadobo · 7 months

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KIDD; doing his shaving for him

warning/s: all fluff!, gn!reader, kidd being cheeky

of course, kidd refuses to have facial hair

so when a stubble grows out or the roots start budding, he'd opt to start shaving

you were curious when you two first got together, why his beard never grows out

so you one day peeked inside the bathroom to see him shave

you see him so focused, eyes directed at the mirror where he meticulously cleaned off the remaining soap with a razor blade

yes he uses a razor blade, not a razor

he's so skillful about it tho it's hot

seeing him so focused makes you twirl your hair and bite your lip, smiling like an idiot because why is he so attractive?

his brows furrowed as he attempts to symmetrically clean off the foam

"what're you peekin' for, munchkin face?" he'd raise a brow, side eyeing you but is still steadily cleaning off half of the soap on his jaw

you'd reply, "anyone ever told you you're soooo handsome?" swooning like a princess

he'd break out a grin, his smile making him stop his routine to get a hold of himself

"fuck outta here, you flirt." he'd say that through gritted teeth but he's definitely smiling

but of course, that was code for keep going

and so you did keep on making side comments about how attractive he is until he finished

so the next time he does shave, he'd let you do it

he hands you the blade and says, "cmon, since you love seein me all dolled up."

you'd be scared at first, since it's a blade and you might end up hurting or scaring him

but he replied, "scar me? go ahead, bet it'd make me look sexier, aye?"

you'd sigh in defeat but deep inside, you really wanna do try it

so you sat yourself up on the sink, opened up your legs and arms and gestured for him to go in between

he'd put his arms on your side, at the sink's surface to get closer to you

this time, you were in the same height as him

he'd smile cheekily when your faces get close and it'd end up as an exchange of fits of laughter

you first grab the foamy soap, applying some on your hands and spreading it on his lower cheeks to his jaw and chin

you'd revel on how cute he looks with all the soap fluffing up his face

you'd rub his cheeks with your thumbs, making funny figures and laughing at how goofy he looks

"ready? don't go bleedin' my face off." he'd taunt you as you raise up the blade

you'd ignore him and went right on, carefully sliding the blade across his snowy skin

you'd be sooo focused, brows furrowing, lips pressing together cuz you don't want to go too deep and scar him!

but he on the other hand was downright eating you up with those damn eyes

amber orbs admiring every pore and detail of your face as a smile seemingly makes it way to his lips and you proceed to nag him to keep still: how your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how your irises move in a gradual up and down motion each time you move on to another portion, how your tongue peeks out from time to time when you get too into it, how your nose sometimes scrunch when you feel like you're gonna fuck up, how you tilt your head a bit when he moves a bit too much and the touch of your fingers sends his heart in a chase

you're gonna feel it and start growing red

you'd take a minute but he still admires how you blush over it

you'd fan yourself and he ends up laughing

but when you get back on track, boy does he not stop staring you down

he'd hit you back with the, "anyone ever told you you're so damn attractive?" gazing down as you hide your face

the entire time, you'd continue on your task while trying to regulate your heart and cheeks

once you finish and let him wash up, he'd playfully inspect your craft but praise you afterward

"pretty decent for a blushin' mess like you."

ever since then, he'd call on you to shave for him, insisting you have to be the one to do it for him

aaaaah idk why but a man shaving looks so attractive 🥺

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flowerxbunnie · 6 months

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hi bestie bae😘

can you do something like matt fucking you in front of a mirror and makes you watch as he takes you. and you have a hard time focusing, like closing your eyes and shit, and he has to grab you by your hair or jaw so you can see him wrecking you? idk something like that i would die

Study

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT

Do not read if you are not okay with smut or are a minor!

You’re sitting at your desk finishing up the paper your professor decided to assign last minute when you hear your door creak open. It’s your best friend/roommate Matt, looking fine as ever. Of course you thought he was, I mean look at him. But you’d absolutely never act on it and ruin your friendship.

“Hey, Y/n, just working?” he shuts the door behind him as he walks to stand behind your office chair.

“Yeah, Mr. Johnson gave us a deadline of tonight at midnight so I’m super fucking stressed.”

You look up at him through the mirror you have hanging in front of your desk and watch as his hands come down to massage your shoulders, your body erupting in goosebumps.

“I’m sorry sweet girl. I’ll sit with you and keep you company if you want?”

You give him a grateful smile and get back to writing notes, editing and adding paragraph after paragraph. He pulls up a chair beside you, scrolling through his phone and rubbing your back mindlessly every now and again as you work.

What you don’t notice, though, is the glances he keeps stealing through the mirror. He watches as you twirl your hair through your fingers while skimming over your words. The way you bite your lip when you’re confused, letting go and watching the pink skin snapping back into place. The way you stick the end of your pencil in your mouth in deep concentration.

He adjusts himself as he feels his pants getting tighter, but doesn’t say a word.

“You good Matty? You don’t have to sit here with me all night, I know it’s boring,” you turn to Matt, taking your claw clip out to redo your hair that had become disheveled from all the work.

“No no I’m good, promise.” he smiles and scoots his chair closer, opening up a twitch stream on his phone to try to distract himself from the sight of you.

You stretch your arms over your head, desperate for relief in your back when your tank top lifts ever so slightly to reveal the soft fleshy skin of your abdomen. Matt looks up with his eyes, keeping his head down. His breath hitches when he notices your nipples through the thin fabric, taut and perky from the fan on your desk blowing cold air toward you.

He can’t help but to reach out and graze his fingertips along your waist, taking in the way your soft skin feels against the roughness of his own.

You smile and keep typing. Physical touch is so consistent in your friendship.

When his hand starts squeezing your hip though, you feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t think about it, y/n” you repeat over and over in your mind, knowing it would never happen.

You look up, met with droopy, needy eyes in the mirror.

“Fuck, Y/n, you look so pretty when you’re working.”

“W-what?” Your heart flutters, your body tensing under his touch as he slides his hand across your lower back to your other hip, pulling you closer to him.

“Such a pretty girl, I can’t help myself,”

You’re sure you’re dreaming at this point, but you feel yourself beginning to get wetter and wetter as his eyes rake over your body.

“Matty what are you doing?” You ask softly, not trying to deter him but you can’t seem to believe this is happening.

“I’m doing what I wish I had done a long time ago,” you see his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to meet yours, almost as if asking for permission without words.

You give him a soft nod of approval and his hand immediately meets your throat, not applying any pressure, but the feeling of his hot skin on yours making you sigh.

Your lips connect with need, matching the others’ rhythm as your tongues explore what they’ve been aching for all these years. His hands find their way underneath your shirt, running slowly up your sides as your tongues continue to fight for dominance.

You feel both hands cup your breasts, whimpering into his mouth.

“Such a slutty little girl, didn’t even bother to put on a bra?”

He toys with your nipples before lifting up your shirt, your chest completely exposed to him.

Out of instinct your arms move to cover yourself, but his hands quickly catch them.

“No baby, they’re so perfect.”

He brings your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around, earning a soft moan from you in response.

Before you knew it, your skin grew cold, his warmth disconnecting from you as he sat back in his chair.

“On your knees.” He unbuttons his jeans, then palms himself through them, aching for any sort of relief.

“O-okay,” you immediately comply, dropping down in front of his chair, your hands on his thighs.

“I wanna watch my pretty girl suck me off.” He nods his head in the direction of the mirror behind you.

You hook your fingers into his waistband, maintaining eye contact as you slip his pants and boxers down. You gasp as his dick springs free, leaking precum already.

“Look what you do to me, Princess.” He grabs your face with one hand, stroking your hair with the other, “now fix it.”

He grabs his shaft, running the tip along your lips before you open your mouth, desperate to have him fill it up. He sighs as you take him into your mouth, your warm saliva coating him. He grips the roots of your hair, bobbing your head up and down in need of movement.

You gag when he hits the back of your throat, saliva dripping down your chin and mascara running down your cheeks.

“God Matty, it’s so big,” you say, fluttering your doe eyes up at him.

“I know, baby,” he says smugly, watching in the mirror as you sit on your knees for him, taking every inch you can into your mouth.

Soon after, he pulls you off harshly, pulling your head back and connecting his lips your neck. He bites and licks his way up until he’s panting in your ear, “I need you bent over the desk, now.”

He helps you off your knees and removes your shirt and pajama shorts, leaving you in a lacy thong, which only gets him going even more. You turn around, facing the mirror and bend over, arching up to reveal your dripping pussy to him. He bites his lip and grabs his dick, pumping himself to relieve the ache.

“Is this good Matty?”

“So perfect, baby.”

He runs the head of his dick along your dripping core before sliding his tip slowly into you.

“Matt go slow please, I don’t know if I can take all of you,” you whine turning to look at him, concerned at the size of him.

“Oh you’re gonna take it all, pretty girl, and you’re gonna watch yourself do it.” He locks his fingers into your hair, turning you back around to make eye contact in the mirror as he bottoms out into you, a string of curses coming out of his mouth.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me. Look at you,” he coos, starting to pump in and out of you roughly. You feel yourself throbbing around his cock, your mouth involuntarily hung open in pleasure as you watch his movements in the mirror. Your head falls down and he roughly brings it back up, forcing you to maintain eye contact.

“Mm is my slut enjoying herself? Drooling everywhere for me.”

His hand comes down to slap your ass, the sting relieved by the same hand that caused it as he rubs over it afterwards.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted this.” he pleads.

“M-matty, I’ve wanted your cock for so long. Feels so good,” you moan, barely able to form sentences as your body coarses with pleasure.

He grips your hair even tighter now, pulling your head back as far as he can, bringing two fingers to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them before he leans down to connect them with your sensitive clit, tracing fast circles over it. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure, so desperate to come undone around him.

“Fuck Matt, I’m so close. C-can I please cum?”

“Such a good girl asking for my permission. Go ahead baby, let go,” he pounds into you harder knowing it would intensify everything.

You see white as your stomach tightens, waves of ecstasy rushing through you as you clench around him, reaching your high. He continues pumping into you, making sure he gives you every second of your orgasm you can get, before pulling out and jerking himself, releasing his warm load onto your back.

You both take a second to catch your breath, sweat dripping from the both of you.

“Holy fuck, y/n, I’ve been waiting for that for so long.”

“Me too Matt, I didn’t know you felt the same or I would have been pouncing all over you,” you blush, standing up and heading to grab your clothes.

“No, no.. let me do it Princess. You go pee and I’ll get us a shower started.”

He picks your clothes up off of the ground, standing up to meet your lips in a sweet kiss, more passionate than before.

Guess you need company while you work more often.

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you

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ilovepedro · 8 months

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Yellow | joel miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel take a well-deserved vacation to the secluded countryside of Texas. Unbeknownst to you, Joel has a special surprise up his sleeve.

Word count: ~3.7k (oopsies)

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: no outbreak AU (Sarah is alive and well, but she isn’t in this), established relationship, smut like lots of it, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), overstimulation, soft!joel (idc if he’s OOC, i love that big ol’ softie), so much fluff, hella petnames (baby, darlin, babydoll, honey), reader is female, but has no physical description. NO USE OF Y/N

A/N: this is my first time writing any sort of fanfiction with a developed brain lol. i’ve had this idea for a while since Joel’s been rotting my brain for the past year-ish. i'm also a big fan of Pablo Neruda and i was reading some of his poems while listening to my love song playlist so i was feeling sappy lol. this is based on one of my favorite love songs, Yellow by Coldplay. feel free to listen while you read! shoutout to @gracieheartsspedro for your kind words and for giving me the confidence boost to post 🩷 and thank you to all of y’all for being so sweet to me and welcoming me here with open arms <3

star banner by @benkeibear 🌟

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

“Dance with me, honey.” The strumming guitar intro to Yellow by Coldplay flutters through the speaker and invades the cool evening breeze as the sun sets. The moon and stars begin to peek through the cotton candy skies. Joel holds his hand out to you as the two of you unwind in the field behind the remote Texas lake house you two are staying at for the week. A long overdue vacation for the both of you, you’ve spent your last full day basking in the refreshing water of the lake, seeking relief from the brutal Texas summer sun.

You gladly take his hand, flashing him a saccharine smile as you intertwine your fingers with his. “Joel Miller, ever the charmer,” you say as he wraps an arm around your waist. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, bashful like a schoolboy. Your stomach flutters as he still manages to give you butterflies after 3 years of being with him. He quietly rasps the lyrics in your ear.

I came along

I wrote a song for you

He lifts his head up to meet your gaze, matching the saccharine look that adorns your face. His heart is so full, so overwhelmed with how much he loves you. You’ve turned him into a sap, but he wouldn’t change a thing. “You’re so damn beautiful, baby. ‘M almost the luckiest man in the world.” You quirk your brow, a curious smirk lacing your features. “Almost?”

And all the things you do

And it was called Yellow

He twirls you with a smile, eliciting a giggle from you. His chest blooms with warmth - a mixture of bliss and nerves. He twirls you one more time, your head thrown back as you let out a hearty laugh. Suddenly, he’s down on one knee holding the most beautiful ring before he loses his confidence to ask you the most important question of your lives. You turn back to him, a gasp escaping your lungs as tears well in your eyes.

So then I took my turn

Oh what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

“Almost, darlin’, ‘cause you’ll make me the luckiest man in the world after this. You know me better than anyone, darlin’, so ya know ‘m no good at this type of stuff, but I hope you know that I’ll do anything for you, baby. I didn’t expect to find my other half that day we met. Was just tryna get my coffee and go ‘cause I didn’t wanna be late. But, god, you looked so damn cute in that pretty blue sweater. Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So beautiful you distracted me and I spilled my coffee all over ya. ‘M glad I did though, ‘r else I wouldn’t’ve taken ya out to dinner to make it up to you. Ended up bein’ late anyway, but I’d be late everyday if it meant seein’ your pretty lil’ smile. You make me wanna be a better man ‘n I hope ‘m everything you could ever want ‘cause ‘s what you are to me. You're the best partner, best woman, best momma. You’re the best momma to Sarah, honey. Can’t thank ya enough for lovin’ her as your own. You make her, us, me, so goddamn happy, baby. I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t put a ring on your pretty little finger, honey. Shit, ‘m one for not doing this sooner. Thank you for lovin’ me and bein’ so patient with my stubborn ass. I know I ain’t easy to deal with. My knees are killin’ me though, baby, so I got a real important question for you: will you marry me, darlin’?”

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

You’re smiling so hard your face hurts. Tears cascading down your face, which you don’t realize until you taste the salty water on your lips. “Yes, Joel,” you unintentionally whisper, Joel having knocked the air from your lungs. His smile grows wider. He gently slips the ring on your left ring finger. You lean down to kiss him, but he meets you halfway as he goes to stand. He cups your cheeks in his large, warm hands with your hands encompassing his. Pressing a deep kiss to one another’s lips, a kiss full of warmth, life, love - a promise of forever.

“Joel, baby,” you say as you pull away, hands still resting atop his while he delicately holds you. Your voice is wobbly as you’re still silently crying. You’re rendered speechless for the first time in your life. Your heart has never felt this full. You’ve never felt so alive, so complete. “I love you so much. I can’t even put it into words. You’re everything to me and more. I’d be honored to be your wife.” He smiles, tears gleam in his eyes. Joel Miller, the serious, gruff man, is in tears - because of you; a side only reserved for you.

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh, what a thing to do

‘Cause you were all yellow

“I meant every word, baby. Every word in that song ‘s true too. ‘S why it’s our song. The stars shine for you, but I think you’re prettier ‘an all the stars in the sky.” He pulls you in for another kiss, just as saccharine as the previous one. You’re both smiling into it. You hum as you pull away. “Baby, what’re you talking about you’re ‘no good at this type of stuff,’ Joel Miller, you’re a poet,” you laugh as you playfully question him. He throws his head back, a belly laugh escaping him. He smiles even bigger as he spots a twinkle in your eye. “Only for you, darlin’.” He moves his hands to your waist again, holding one of your hands in his as he leads you into a dance again. The big, cheesy smiles never leave your faces. Placing your free hand on his shoulder, the two of you sway to the music.

I drew a line, I drew a line for you

Oh, what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

“Forever,” you whisper as you press your nose against his while he sways you both side to side. “Forever,” he repeats. Another kiss is pressed to your lips, a hungrier one, a combination of love and lust. He releases your hand to cup the back of your head while he pulls you in by waist, bringing you closer. You throw your arms around his sturdy middle - the kiss deepens. He licks into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. “Take me to bed, Joel,” you huskily whisper. “Anything for my wife.” You beam at his words. “Not your wife, honey.” “Yet, darlin’. Yet.”

The moon peeks through the window, casting a cool glow on the entire room. The crisp late night breeze ripples the curtains hanging on the window the two of you mindlessly left open as you devoured one another earlier in the evening.

You stir, groggy as you’re awoken by the familiar dull ache in between your legs. Feeling a heavy, but comforting weight on your torso, you turn gently so as to not wake him. Now facing him,Joel’s arm still holds you flushed against his chest.

It’s the middle of the night, the bedside clock flashes 3:30 in small fluorescent blue lights. Both of you spent, as the events of the day having wiped you two out. He slowly, but deliciously wrecked your cunt twice, once with his mouth and once with his cock, before you both drifted off to sleep. He’s still sleeping. He is so beautiful. I’m so lucky.

His plush lips slightly parted as he softly snores. His full lashes lightly kiss his cheeks. Brows pulled into his infamous furrow. You carefully brush the curve of his strong nose, which you rode into the midnight hour, with your left hand. The moonlight catches a glimpse of the ring he gave you just hours ago. A delicate gold band adorning a diamond, 2 smaller stones surrounding it.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, for you, I’d bleed myself dry

For you, I’d bleed myself dry

Tears well in your eyes as you recall his proposal from the evening. Your heart overflows with content as you admire the man in front of you. You get to fall asleep and wake up like this for the rest of your lives. He is my forever. You softly caress his face, careful not to wake him. Alas, your attempt fails.

Joel begins to stir while you continue to caress his patchy beard as you internally dwell on the thought of being his for eternity. Stretching his taut tan muscles, groaning as he does so. “Ya watchin’ me sleep, babydoll? How long ya been awake?” A sleepy smile creeps onto his face.

“I’m just admiring my gorgeous fiancé’s face. And not very long, only about 5 minutes,” you sigh. His sleepy smile morphs into a toothy grin. “Oh really? I’m sure he can’t be nearly as gorgeous as mine. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Your fiancé is a lucky man, honey.” He leans in to press a sleepy kiss to your lips, the two of you smiling into it. It’s soft and sweet, lingering like honey sticking to your lips.

It’s true

Look how they shine for you

He moves his hand from your torso to the back of your head, grasping your hair, deepening the kiss. He pulls you closer, completely flushed against his bare chest. The dull ache in between your legs blooms with desire, transforming into a throbbing need. You moan as his hardening length presses against your exposed cunt. Neither of you bothered to dress before falling asleep.

The kiss grows sloppy as he licks into your mouth, teeth clashing together. You break apart gasping for air. “Joel,” you breathlessly moan as he kisses down your neck and shuffles the two of you so you’re pinned under him. He sucks onto that sensitive spot on your neck near your ear. The spot which he knows drives you crazy.

“Joel,” you moan louder this time. It comes out more desperate than you intended. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.” He’s so fucking smug, he drives you insane. “Need you, baby. N-need you so bad, Joel,” you gasp as he makes his way down to your breasts.

He hums, sucking a nipple into your mouth as he gropes your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his calloused fingers. “F-fuck, baby. Feels, ah, s-so good,” you say as you arch your back, granting him even more access to your breasts. He moans at your praise, the vibration of it sending shockwaves down your spine to your weeping cunt. Kissing his way down your tummy and finally making his way to where you need him most. Your exposed cunt aches for him to do something - anything.

He hooks both your legs over his shoulders as he kneels off the edge of the bed. He presses soft kisses and nips to your thighs, actively avoiding your throbbing clit. His scruffy beard scratches your thighs, causing more arousal to pool at your sex. Every teasing kiss causes your clit to twitch. He sees it, you know he can, but he continues to act oblivious. You writhe under his touch, growing frustrated as your body yearns for some sort of relief.

“Joel, please, n-no more teas - hmph - teasing” you whine, clearly exasperated. He chuckles at your neediness. “So needy, babydoll. Already fucked your cunt twice last night ‘n you still want more?” “Yes, Joel,” you beg, desperate tears begin to pool in your eyes. “Always want more. Always want you,” you cry out. You quickly see something soften in his eyes, but it disappears just as fast. “Always want you too, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of ya. Always do, don’t I?”

Before you could answer, he licks a stripe up your folds, his nose nudging at your clit. Gasping at the relief of finally feeling something, you involuntarily buck your hips up into his face. He places one of his large hands and pushes you back down, the pressure on your stomach causing a new pool of desire to drip from your pussy. You can’t control the moans leaving your lips as he flicks his tongue against your twitching clit. “Joel, f-fuck oh my god, Joel,” you cry out, tugging on his hair.

Your hair tugging elicits a moan from him, the rumble of it causing you to shiver. He eats you out like a starved man, as if he wasn’t doing this just barely 4 hours ago. “Joel, n-need more. P-please, baby.” Obliging your request, he inserts one finger deep inside your pussy, drawing out a high pitched moan from you. He could always reach places you never could, his fingers much larger and thicker than yours.

“Sweetest fuckin’ pussy in the world, baby. My favorite meal,” he says as he inserts another finger into you. Another mewl escapes your lips. He returns his tongue to your clit, relentlessly flicking it. He feels your walls begin to flutter around his fingers as he curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot.

“Right there, Joel! Oh, f-fuck yes, baby.” It sounds obscene as he slurps up your slick while pumping his thick fingers deep into your squelching pussy. You feel light as a feather as your orgasm approaches. “‘s it, baby. Cum for me. Can feel ya squeezing my fingers. Come on, babydoll. Make a mess on my fingers.” He sucks your clit into his mouth causing your orgasm to crash into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you seize up under his hold, endless moans streaming from your lips.

Lapping at your pussy, he drinks up all of your cum, letting no drop go to waste. He pulls away, giving you a brief moment of relief. The pale moonlight shines onto him, as if he were some sort of deity from above. He is - he is your saving grace.

He pulls himself up and slots his hips between yours. He teases your wet folds by rubbing his hard, pulsating cock up and down against them, slathering himself in the fresh new wave of slick that runs down your weeping cunt. Pre-cum dribbles from his angry, red tip, smearing over your folds. Without warning, he shoves his cock deep into your pussy in one thrust, buried to the hilt.

“Oh fuck Joel! S-so fucking big, so, shit, so deep.” “You can take it, baby. Ya always do.” His pace is brutal, his thick cock brutally kissing your cervix with each thrust. He hikes your legs up, placing your ankles on his shoulders, practically bending you in half. You scream at the new position. You’re so loud, you’re thankful there are no neighbors around here. He’s always so deliciously deep, you’ll never get used to it.

He picks up the pace, your thighs begin to burn and your cunt still aches from being stuffed repeatedly. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, but you feel so damn good. Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you clamp down on him. The pornographic sounds of moans, pants, and your squelching cunt fill the room. You’re already so close as you had no time to come down from your first orgasm.

“Fuck, darlin’. Ya hear that? Hear how fuckin’ wet ya are for me? Feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t believe I get to have this tight little pussy for the rest of my life. ‘S mine. All mine. Can’t wait til, ah, til you’re my pretty little wife.” He groans, as you clench around him. His words spurring you on. “‘S yours, Joel. ‘M yours, all yours, baby,” you manage to slur out. He’s close, you can tell as his thrusts get sloppier. “Come on, baby, gimme another. Need to feel you soak my cock.”

He licks the pad of his thumb and swirls it on your clit. You tumble over the cliff and plummet into your second orgasm. His cock, his fingers, his words, him. It’s all too much. You feel him everywhere. Your vision flashes hot white. The burning coil in your belly snaps as you come undone. A guttural moan escapes from deep within your chest. “Oh fuck, Joel! I’m gonna, ah, ‘m cumming,” you squeal from under him with your eyes rolling back again. You’re cumming again, hard, soaking his cock just like he asked. “Atta girl, baby. Good girl,” he rasps as he fucks you through the waves of your second orgasm. You’re squeezing him so tight you nearly push him out.

His pace is still relentless, not giving you time to come down from your second high. Suddenly, you’re being flipped around as Joel rolls you over him. He lays on his back with you now on top. The new angle has him even deeper than before, if that’s even possible. His cock immediately hits your g-spot again. A choked cry falls from your lips while you try to brace yourself on his broad, sturdy chest.

“‘M close, baby. Fuck, ya feel so fuckin’ good. Cum for me one more time, baby.” His breath is ragged now. You’re a babbling mess as he continues to fuck up into you. “I got you, baby. Just gimme one more. Come on, be a good girl and gimme one last one, babydoll.” He’s fucking up into you hard and fast, his thrusts growing sloppier than ever as he nears his orgasm.

“Baby, I-I can’t,” you hiccup. “Yes, ya can, darlin’. You’re so close, can feel ya clenching ‘round me again. Let go, baby. I got you.” He sits up and pulls you closer, you’re completely flushed against his strong chest now. He wipes your stray tears, his tenderness sends you crashing into your third and final orgasm - one more orgasm than last night. He’s so rough, but so gentle with you at the same time.

A drawn out high-pitched moan escapes you once again, eyes squeezed shut while mewling his name as you clench around him. “Fuck, Joel!” Your soul disappears from your body, floating around somewhere along with your brain. Joel, Joel, Joel being the only thought in your head as his name repeatedly streams from your lips - like a prayer.

He grunts and fucks up into you with three more thrusts before he comes undone. A loud, guttural moan escapes from his lips. He’s babbling as he’s shooting his load into you. “Fuck! ‘S it, honey! Take it, baby, take it! Good girl, shit, fuck, Jesus Christ!” You feel his cum coat your walls as he fills you up. There’s so much cum, it’s dripping from your swollen, wrecked cunt. Joel buries his face in the crook of your neck as you both pant, grappling with reality as you both come down from your highs.

He places tender kisses on your shoulder. Both of you are sticky with salty sweat, the periwinkle moonlight beaming into the room now. You feel a soft kiss brush against your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Hi,” he huskily whispers with a gentle smile. “Hi,” you say with a bashful grin, biting your bottom lip while you return back down to Earth. Staring at each other with the same hazy, fucked out gaze, he crashes his lips to yours, lazily kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue as he languidly slips it into your mouth.

He sighs as you part to lift yourself off him, both of you hissing at the loss of one another. Worry laces his features as you settle on the bed beside him, laying down on his chest. His rapid heartbeat slowly returning to a steady thrum, grounding you back in the present. “You feel okay, baby? Didn’t hurt you, did I?” How on Earth you got so lucky, you’ll never know.

Your gaze softens once more, reaching out to caress his cheek. “I feel absolutely amazing, Joel. You could never hurt me, baby.” He gingerly kisses your palm. Steady breathing and comfortable silence fill the air - postcoital bliss settling amongst you two.

He toys with the ring on your finger as his strong arm rests on your torso, engrossing you in his embrace. “You’re gonna be my wife,” he says as he smiles at you, disbelief and contentment lacing his voice. Love filling his eyes to the brim, just like his heart. Tears well in your eyes once more as you fully drink him in. You’re so full of love and happiness, there is nowhere else for your emotions to go except flowing down your cheeks. Something that happens often as you feel things deeply within your heart. It’s one of the things he loves most about you. “Jus’ means you got lots ‘a love to give in that big ol’ heart ‘a yours, baby,” he once told you.

“I am. There’s nothing more I want in this world than to be your wife.” And that’s the real honest truth. Joel Miller loves hard - particularly you. His tenderness is only reserved for you and Sarah - his girls. You never expected to fall just as hard for him. You only ever heard of this type of love in romance novels; only dreamt of it. Somehow, he managed to tumble his way into your heart that day, literally, when he spilled his coffee on you that fateful morning. Before him, you never fathomed the thought of experiencing a love like this.

He has served you the world and more on a silver platter. His love is the warm sunshine that envelopes you on a beautiful spring day. It is the forest fire that roars higher when you fan the flames, engulfing you in his heart. Joel Miller is the color yellow, his love burning brighter than the stars in the sky. As you love him hard, he loves you harder. To be loved by him for eternity is the greatest gift anyone could ever receive. As long as you live, his love will never die, for you carry it in your heart, everywhere you go.

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do

some moot tags: @nostalxgic @undrthelights @darkroastjoel @pedrospartner @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @modernperplexity @mrsquill @breakfastatjoels @tinygarbage @sin-djarin @jenispunk 🩵

this was so fun to write! got a little sappy at the end, i told y’all i was in my feelings when i wrote this 🤣 i truly do love writing, i just get very in my head about everything. may or may not already be working on a meet-cute prequel for these two 🫣 hope y’all enjoyed this and thank y’all for reading! <3

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callme-darling · 2 months

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thinking about how Vincent’s lawyer title translates to Master…what if you started calling him that…

GIRLLLLLL

i had to stop and calm down for a bit while writing this before i took it too far😭

word count: ~500

i get the feeling that vincent isn’t huge on titles during intimate moments. sure, you calling him sir or addressing him as mr. renzi always gets a smile to crack his lips as he guides you to the bedroom. but! there’s definitely something lurking under the surface when a new title slips from your lips, your familiar lilt sounding almost new to him in this scenario.

he was working on a few papers in his office at your shared home when you slipped into the room. the sun was setting through the window behind him, casting a warm light across the expanse of his shoulders, still wearing his white button-up shirt. his hair was slightly unruly, evidence of his hand raking through the silver strands.

you slip behind the desk and he wordlessly shifts so you can sit on his thigh, a quiet habit he developed just for you. the muscle of his thigh flexes subtly as you sit, your arm wrapping around the back of his neck and shoulders. you rest your head on his shoulder. your eyes scanned over the document he was currently reading. then, you caught sight of a line towards the top of the form.

“maître vincent renzi..” you murmur in french, tone hesitant. you give vincent a side glance. “maître, what does that mean?”

vincent lets out a breath as he thinks for a moment, “i guess the closest translation would be ‘master’ in english.”

you seem to ponder over the word in your mind, mulling over the connotations while your fingers absentmindedly twirl a strand of his hair. your mouth is close to his neck, your warm breath fanning across the skin not obstructed by his collared shirt. “so they call you master vincent.. i think it suits you,”and then the two syllables roll off your tongue, nothing short of a seduction, “maître.”

he chuckles to himself. a hand rubs over his mouth as if he’s contemplating a verbalizing a thought. his voice is sweet and tone low as he mumbles. “careful with that.”

your own grin matches his as you twist slightly on his lap, his hand instinctively falling to your waist. his thumb brushes over your side and it takes everything in you not to twitch at the touch. instead you lean close to the side of his face, eyes fluttering from his lips to his eyes, back to his lips. your breath tickles his ear as you whisper, “maître vincent…”

he shakes his head again, licking his lips as the hand on your waist squeezes just a fraction. he knew what game you were playing. his fingers tap against the small of your back. “let’s get dinner started.”

and without missing a beat. “yes, maître vincent.” teasingly seductive smirk and all.

christ, you’d be the death of him.

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox .#❀₊˚✧ thots .#swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall vincent

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magicxc · 3 months

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Rain Down On Me

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black!Reader - Where They Like To Cum

Word Count: 4407

Warnings: Just a whole lotta cum lol

A/N: Phew chile, not me dipping my toes in the anime water. It’s gonna be SO much fun! I can’t wait to explore different scenarios and play around with my favorite characters. That being said, expect a wide range of topics from the mundane to the sexy. And for my first piece I had to come out the gate SWINGING lol. So without further ado, enjoy:

Eren - inside. He only committed mass genocide to preserve his race. Might as well see if all his efforts proved futile.

Lets face it, Eren is a rough lover. The only thing gentle about him are his deep green eyes, and even they can be intimidating. But it’s his sheer tenacity that makes him so intense; his need to get something right the first time, everytime, almost concerning. So it should really come as no surprise that he needs to get you pregnant.

Fierce thrusts against your pelvis has you mewling into the evening sky. Both hands locked in a vice grip atop your head, Eren uses his other arm to hook onto the back of your left thigh, wrapping it snugly around his waist.

His key chain dangles above your face, swinging swiftly along to his movements. You’re captivated by the way it twirls in front of you, unaware that you could feel even more turned on than you already do; loud sloshing noises a clear sign of your growing arousal.

“You think you can cum again for me honey? Hmm, just once more to increase our chances.”

Beads of sweat line his forehead while Eren’s face twist in concentration.

Apparently conception works best when the woman is able to orgasm. But according to Eren’s logic, double the orgasms mean double the chances - his thumb mercilessly rubbing against your clit in hopes that she’ll rain down on him once more.

Small drops of sweat pool into your neckline, your body convulsing in sensitivity. But all that does is egg him on with Eren’s fingers circling quicker and his hips driving deeper. Your nails desperately scrape against his knuckles, thighs shaking around his body as you thrash through your release. Head thrown back, you howl into the night, breathlessly panting as tears stream down your face. His lips swallow your sweet sounds, spilling into you as he heavily groans into the kiss.

“Almost honey, I promise. But we can’t be sure if that one will take, so go ahead and turn over for me.”

Levi - inside your mouth; and you better swallow. Did we really expect anything less from mister clean his blade during battle? He hates mess and that applies to the bedroom as well, though he is willing to make exceptions from time to time. So if Levi can’t have your mouth, he will paint your body as a last resort.

Face smushed against his pelvis, his agarwood scented soap engulfs your nostrils, the fragrance deliciously spicy. Levi’s fingers are tangled deep into your locks, his hands guiding you on the exact pace he prefers. It’s nothing too hurried, his thrusting motions almost slothful.

On the field, he’s humanity's strongest soldier. His swift moves and sharp senses are life saving but here, behind closed doors, Levi prefers to take his time with you. He wants to revel in every sensation, his cat-like instincts not missing a beat, from the way your hands grab onto his thighs for stability to the way that your eyelids flutter close when you really get into the moment.

“Mhmm,” he groans. “Open wider for me angel.”

Even now he’s not much of a talker, but he won’t hesitate to tell you exactly how he wants to be pleasured. Obliging to his request, you open your jaws as wide as they’ll go, savoring the taste of Levi as he continues to cram himself to the very back of your mouth.

He’s a stark contrast from the stoic demeanor you’re used to seeing, watching as he falls apart from your expert tongue. You’ve never seen him so desperate, so starved as he loudly pants through his gratification, warm breath fanning past your face as his eyes never leave yours. Levi’s intense gaze fills you with a deep hunger to satisfy him, your pussy sopping at the idea of seeing him finish.

Damp hair sticking to his face, they bounce against his forehead with each jerking motion, his gruff temperament crumbling with every lick, twirl, and suction to his dick. Hands nestled on your jaw, you relish in the way his thumbs softly brush against your cheeks, watching as his thighs quiver and his lips tremble, tongue darting past his teeth to swipe over them.

His languid thrusting picks up in speed, fingers lightly squeezing your skin as you feel his warm release coat the walls of your mouth, your pace unfaltering as you make sure to swallow every drop. Dick slowly sliding past your lips, you watch in awe as the shiny coat glistens before you, thinking how soon enough there’ll be another coat to add to the sticky mess.

“You always do so well for me angel,” he coos, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing the soft skin of your face.

Erwin - on your tits. Though his steel blue eyes are one of his most striking features, they’re good for spotting more than just titans. He’s very much so a breast man at heart and finds them to be a woman's most prominent feature. With the pressures of the government and the stress of being a Commander, he needs something soft to lie on at night - for tranquil purposes of course.

Erwin is one of the most composed people; it's a necessity. It’s how he’s able to assess a situation and get his team to safety - allowing him to effectively delegate to his squad and ensure that the odds are in their favor during missions. But boy does he let loose around you. When the day is finished and his body is aching, he finds solace in you and your breasts.

“Bbbrrrrrrr,” is the rumbling that sounds from your chest, Erwins face buried deep between your breasts as he rapidly shakes his head through the plump globes.

“Are you done Commander?”

Trailing his head up to your neck his mouth lands to your sweet spot, sucking a hickey onto the skin. Moaning, you unclip the bra letting the girls fall freely.

“Baby, it’s Commander out there and daddy in here. You’re not gonna make me repeat myself right?” he cautioned.

You want to. You want to push his buttons and tip him over the edge oh so badly, but his day has been rough enough and you save your bratty behavior for another more lighthearted occasion.

“No sir,” you promised.

“Good,” he says, hands fondling your nipples. “Go ahead and throw the rest of your bras out baby cause I have all the support that you need.”

His head dives to your chest before you have the chance to respond, licking and nibbling against the surface. He gladly leaves bruised spots in their wake, deading the idea for you to wear any deep cut shirts in the days to come.

“On your knees.”

Not that you need to be told twice, your limbs are hitting the ground before he can finish the sentence.

Standing tall above you, his icy stare bores deep into your brown orbs, pride heavy on his face at how well trained you are for him. Unzipping his pants, Erwin lets them fall, your hands reaching to his underwear to free his thick member.

“You gonna keep me waiting baby?”

You wouldn't dream of it.

Sliding his dick inside your mouth, he only intends for you to get it wet, your tongue lapping over his veiny shaft until enough spit has gathered. As inviting as your mouth is, Erwin considers it more as an appetizer, something light to hold him over until the main course.

“That’s enough, now hold up the girls for me.”

Breasts held together in your arms, you push them up and watch as Erwin slides his tip through the middle, a haughty groan slipping past his lips as he does so. He drives his dick upward, slowly at first and then sloppy soon after. Your spit combined with the lush feeling of your perky boobs is his perfect sensational cocktail, one that leaves him drunk on ecstasy and quick to bust.

“You look so fucking sexy right now,” Erwin whimpered. “Stick your tongue out for me, real wide just how I like it.

Tongue hanging out your mouth, it occurs to you that you’d bark if he asked you to; without hesitation. Drool gathers at the tip of your tongue, gradually sliding down to your chest and adding to the slobbery mess down below. Erwin can move with ease and at this angle each time he drives his dick forward, it touches the warm tip of your tongue. Your position won’t allow for much more than that and so you stay put, allowing Erwin to destress through your body, listening intently as his light whines crescendo; his explosive finish splattering against your chest and chin.

Connie - Anywhere! Mans is just happy to finish. Connie is far from preferential, so long as both he and his partner find pleasure. And while he’ll cum wherever you tell him, you two have found it more entertaining to see just where his sperm will land. The more ridiculous the better actually.

A few weeks ago during sex, you had forgotten to take your birth control and in the knick of time Connie pulled out, spraying his seed directly into the sheets next to you. It was a close call, but who could blame him when you felt that good? You found yourselves in a similar situation yesterday and when he pulled out, his load shot across the room, painting the walls. Though it was pretty close in distance, it did pique his interest enough to see just how far his can spunk can land without something to hinder it - and that's how you found yourself in your current predicament, ankles propped next to your head.

While Connie is a bit of a goofball, sex was where he seemed to shine the best; folding your body in ways you didn’t know it could bend. And you were grateful for the generous lover that he was, making sure that you always got yours.

Hips meeting yours, Connie finds his face nestled between the junction of your neck, his soft grunting loud inside your ear.

With Connie pinning your legs to the bed, he rests his full weight on your body, any chance for a break long gone as you cry out for a moment's relief; one Connie won’t give you unless you soak him completely. Arms as limp as your legs, all you can manage is to sink your nails into his chest, taking every forceful thrust he sends your way, the pressure too much to handle. Your poor pussy is puffy and swollen, yet furiously leaking at how good he works your body over. His uneven breathing harsh against your face, Connie litters it in butterfly kisses, proud of the peak you managed to reach.

“Nice one buttercup,” he compliments, rolling off of you to lie flat on his back; jerking himself to the finish line.

You both watch in amusement as Connie shoots his load directly into the air, his hands continuing its ministrations until the task is complete.

“That’s gotta be at least three feet.”

“Maybe, let's get a tape measurer and find out.”

“I need to practice my aim, whaddya say next time you hold your lips nice and wide for me and see if I can make a hole in one?

“You wanna try aiming inside my mouth?”

“Not those lips buttercup.”

Jean - Face. He’s a cocky one, no pun intended. No matter what position he finds himself in during sex, he doesn’t miss the chance to pull out and paint your face; jokingly referring to himself as the next Hokusai on occasion. Jean loves knowing he’s the one doing this to you, a strong sense of power coursing through his veins at the sight of you dripping in his essence.

As dirty as Jean likes to get you, he’s equally as excited to help clean you up; like a one stop shop sorta thing. And so showers have become a common place for you both to do the deed. Most times you find yourselves clean only to get dirty again and while it started off as a way to save the water bill, you’re sure all you’ve done is jack up the price.

Hands pressed against the shower glass, it threatens to slip at your wobbly footing. The only real sense of security is Jeans hands wrapped securely around your waist. The steady rocking of his hips into your ass has your forehead planted against the glass, heavy breathing fogging it almost as much as the steam.

Every so often, he’ll bear down his palm into your back to keep your arch as deep as he likes it. And while it isn't the most comfortable, his lengthy dick keeps you distracted, the delicious burn of the way he repeatedly rams his member into your dripping pussy.

The steam obscures your view, but there's nothing you need to see anyway. The only thing your fucked out mind can manage to focus on is feeling and you do just that; relishing in the way Jeans calloused fingers tug on your damp skin again and again and again.

You can’t help the wails that spill from your lips, crying aloud as your screams echo against the tiled walls. Jean never really gives you a break either, his ego on full display each time the force of hips pulls an even louder noise from your sweet lips.

How your feet haven't given out on you is miraculous, but it’s probably Jean holding you up until your body can milk him dry, his stamina coming to a relieving close. Pussy throbbing against him for the nth time that night, it’s become his personal little shower; your creamy finish dripping down his thick length.

Pulling out of you, Jean spins you around, knees slapping against the wet floors, on autopilot, for his oncoming release. A few pumps of his hands and he shoots his load on your face, careful not to waste a drop.

You don’t mind and lap up whatever drips down to your mouth for added effect, his legs quaking at the sight.

“Keep that up and we’ll never make it out this shower, my love” he cautioned.

But the real intimacy is him helping you wash it off, every time. You aren’t allowed to touch your face and he’ll gladly sit there and towel wash it until you’re fresh and clean - peppering your cheeks in kisses with promises to paint it again.

Onyankopon - An ass man, so he enjoys seeing your silky skin sparkling with him. Ony loves a woman on the thicker side of the spectrum, shit he’s got enough juice to pour. Thighs work just as great and he finds them equally as sexy so it’s anyone's guess where his cum will land next.

The handprints left behind leave a red tint on your ass which makes it a touch more swollen, adding to the already thick asset he’s come to adore. Your thighs quake each time his heavy palm connects to your plush thighs and though your eyes brim over with unshed tears, so does your pussy brim over with never ending slick.

Ony’s calloused digit drags itself inside your warm walls and you repeatedly clench around him in hopes that he’ll drag them in a little further.

“Didn’t I tell you to use your words pretty? Tell me what you want and watch me make it happen,” he assures.

“I want y-you,” you stammered.

Even though Ony is easygoing and super chill, you always found yourself flustered when it came to him. And the bedroom was no exception. Oftentimes you got nervous and stuttered at the simplest command.

Thankfully he doesn’t withhold from you much longer and sinks himself to the hilt with delicious ease. You both pause for a minute, the sensation too much and not enough all at once. His dick jumps at your moist walls as your pussy throbs in an attempt to adjust to his sheer size.

Driving himself inside you, Ony builds a nice rhythm, his hips slapping against yours as he moves to the ripple of your skin. He can’t help himself and his palm rains down on your ass for the seventh time; the thunderous crack loudly echoing throughout the quiet morning.

You whine as the unshed tears spill over into the sheets. Fingernails tightly clutching the fabric, your mouth hangs open and the wails get an octave higher.

Hands delving into your skin, he uses it for support and plunges into you repeatedly; hoping that his body can get you to tell him what his words can’t.

“Right there Ony, ohhhh my, right there please.”

And right there he’d stay, grounding his foot into the mattress for better support to make sure that you found satisfaction and that it’d envelop your heated body in all the ways his busy hands couldn’t.

He won't last long like this. He rarely does when you crawl out of your shell and get so vocal with him. That, coupled with the way your pretty body reacts to his sends Onyankapon over the edge each time.

He feels your body squeeze him tighter, hear your moans grow louder, and watch the sheets get wetter. Knowing that you’ve climaxed allows him to follow suit, pulling out of your warm walls to spray your ass cheeks with his seed. Through gritted teeth and breathy moans, Ony jerks himself to completion, watching with hooded eyes as they trickle down to your thick thighs.

Reiner - On your back, mostly because he LOVES doggy style. He absolutely refuses to cum in you, terrified of the fact that he could become a father. It’s almost like the Pavlov effect, his race to the finish line incomplete if he can’t finish on your back.

Reiner is a beefy guy and while he has no problem displaying his strength in the bedroom, your safety and comfort trumps all. In fact it’s you who has to initiate rough sex with him, agreeing upon a safe word that lets him know when he’s taken things too far. But it’s something about doggy style that lets him get as feral as he wants, all without hurting you in the process. Also, it gives him the perfect view: he can see your breasts slap against the bed with each thrust.

“Squeeze em for me darling and twist each nipple until it gets too much.”

Renier didn’t come second in his overall scout training just because he was good at slicing titans. After all it was his strategic ability, amongst other things, to evaluate a situation for the long run all the while remaining collected. And it's safe to say, those qualities carried over into your sex life with Reiner expertly instructing you to touch and twist your body in the ways he know you love; which no doubt always led to your fireworks moment.

Also, it gives him the perfect view: excitedly watching your pussy swallow him whole. Reiner was never one to explore kinks but he’s definitely discovered a few through you and size just so happens to be at the top of the list. Bodies pressed together, he’s entranced at the junction where you both meet, slowing down ever so slightly to take it all in. Eyes glossed over, he admires the way his dick is covered in your creamy goodness, your pussy molded to accept his impressive size as he pushes past your lips repeatedly - amazed each time he manages to fit the entirety of himself inside of you.

While you relish the sweet sting at the way he pounds away at your cervix, you know crossing your legs in the days to come will become the ultimate challenge.

“Ahhh fuck, you're in this for the long run, you know that right?” he pants. “You ain't going nowhere right? RIGHT?”

R-right Reiner, righ-”

Also, it gives him the perfect view: Reiner swells with pride when your tight asshole gladly accepts his thumb.

The first time he decided to jam his thumb down there wasn’t the most pleasant experience for you. But with lots of prep and planning, it’s come to be another erogenous zone, damn near a spot you can’t come without him using.

Thumb sitting to the hilt, he fiercely thrusts at both ends, his sausage-like fingers providing just enough size to topple you over. Teeth sinking into his lips until they bleed, it’s your release that sets off a chain reaction for Reiner with him pulling out of you to cover your back completely.

Once everything calms down, he usually comes back with a warm towel to clean you up, thanking you with each drag of the cloth for sharing your body with him.

Armin - on your tummy. He’s another one that's deathly afraid of knocking you up, but for completely different reasons; therefore he tends to be the responsible one in regard to protective sex.

Legs intertwined with one another, you both lay on your sides as Armin gently rocks his hips into yours. Hands wrapped tightly around your waist, your fingers dig into his shoulders for support.

Eyes trained on your face, he’s come to know what each contortion means and exactly where he should place his attention next, angling his hips upward to kiss your g-spot just right. Eyebrows drawn together, it’s the crinkling of your nose that lets him know that he’s found it. His glare never leaves you, watching attentively to what your features tell him you’ll need next.

“My flower - that's what you are to me. Something that adds beauty to this gloomy world of ours,” he admits in between thrusts.

Head dipping low, he takes a nipple into his mouth, grazing it ever so gently across his teeth. Moans tumble past your mouth, gibberish not too far behind on just how perceptive Armin is with your body. He raises your thigh higher to get deeper, your hips greedily meeting his as you chase your second high of the night.

“Much like the thorn that protects the rose, harming only those who wish to steal its beauty, I’ll protect you from the sins of the world before I dare let it taint you sweetheart.”

Pulling out, Armin’s fist flies to his lengthy member, squeezing and tugging until your tummy is drenched in the aftermath of how good you made him feel.

So sweet, he’d make your tooth rot. Armin is much the same behind closed doors as he is on the field - his heart on full display of his sleeve. He always makes sure to tell you just how much you mean to him and you eat that shit up every time. His soft voice coupled with the gentle way he handles your body has heat rising to the surface of your skin, unable to meet his eyes.

But that’s okay. He has time and stamina, but most of all patience. And he’ll gladly make love to you until you build up the courage to talk him through his release or beg for a moment's relief; whichever comes first.

Floch - in the ass. It's the place you save for someone really special, no? What better way to show your love to him than to let him fill your ass to the brim. After all it's the sacred hole you entrust to your partner and why are y’all even together if he can’t have you entirely? Prove your loyalty to him and see how he’ll worship your body in return.

Face planted into the pillows and ass hiked high in the air, this position has become a salute of sorts. Much like the pledge Shinzou Wo Sasageyo, so do you promise to devote yourself to Floch.

“It’s a mystical place that only the worthy should be allowed to enter,” he’d tell you. “Allow me the honor of experiencing you whole and see how I reward you in return,” he’d promise.

You weren’t opposed to anal, but it did throw you for a loop the first time Floch suggested it. And while the thought did pique your interest on occasion, it’s Floch who’d convince you to go all in; and your body has been grateful ever since.

Fingers vigorously rubbing against your clit, it helps add to the heated sensation deep in the pit of your belly. Your other hand gently pushes against Flochs stomach but all he does is lock your arm against your lower back as his dick drives into you with rigor.

“What you running for? The next time I find your hands anywhere but knuckle deep in that pussy, it’s gonna be a problem.”

One hand on your arm and the other curled tightly around your hair, Floch hones in on his point with harsh thrusts between each word, his pelvis knocking you off your knees and into the mattress.

Even with his body pressed against yours, you don't make the mistake of stopping your ministrations, fingers intensely rubbing against your swollen nub. The feeling is otherworldly, but it doesn’t stop the pressure from being too much to handle as the build up rises almost uncomfortably.

Your thighs twitch and your eyes water; but it's all a boost to Flochs ego and so he thrusts deeper along your rigid walls, hoping to reach the spot that makes you go dizzy. Him knowing that he could get you to this level of pleasure only encourages him to continue on and that he does; instructing you to do the same.

Your brain eventually goes fuzzy, screaming as you squirt for what feels like a lifetime; drenching Floch and the sheets as soon as your body reaches its peak. Your climax sets Floch off on his own and he loudly groans as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into your ass.

Once done, it’s like a veil is lifted and he softens up almost instantly, delicately rubbing on your soft skin and cooing at how well you did for him. After removing himself, he goes into heavy aftercare - cleaning your body down, ice cold water on standby, and if you’re up for it, a few snacks before the eventual nap. He figured it’s the very least he could do after he’d wring out endless pleasure from your taut body.

“You did so good for daddy, sugar. Sleep tight so this gorgeous body can get the rest she needs.”

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navaldiver · 6 months

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The Life of a Successful Fan

TW: Sexual Slavery, Piss drinking, Slight Scat, Slight Feet worship, Femdom.

A/N: OMG life took a real toll on me and my mental health was in the dumpster for quite a while. Finally got back to writing and got this out for you guys. I'm so sorry that I've been MIA as of late, but will try to post more.

Barely edited, and proceed with caution!! Read the tags before reading!!

It's six a.m. and the alarm on your phone rang. You stirred from the cot on your floor, rubbing your eyes and silently stretching until you hit a state of nirvana from that one particular pulled muscle. You were never a morning person, but for Chaewon, well you will be whatever she asks from you. And one of Chaewon's first requests after you decided to devote your life to her was to be her human alarm clock. Finally awake enough, you climbed out of the mattress and headed toward your master's room.

Opening the ornate wooden door, you were met with a sight that you could never get tired of despite seeing it every day. Kim Chaewon in all her naked glory, lay sprawled on the bed, the contour of her ass could be visibly seen even under the thick sheets. You gulped, knowing full well your Master's needs come first before your own. You are her slave after all. With another firm gulp, you suppressed your urges and crawled your way underneath the sheets to wake up your Master the only way you were supposed to.

"Good morning Master." You whispered, as you stroke the soft yet firm skin of her ass with your fingers, gently pulling the cheeks apart as you snuggle up against the tender skin right by the rectum, already fluttering in excitement as to what comes next. It is tempting to swipe your tongue against it, but you know better than to do something you are not supposed to. And besides, there'll be ample time for that later. You shift your face that much closer, pressing your own cheeks against her cheeks like you're in love with her ass. Which you probably are to be honest.

And just the way you knew she would, Chaewon shifted a little, pressing her ass into your face slightly as she reached over to pet your hair. You reciprocated as you shifted that infinitesimal distance closer to her ass in your own display of affection. With a murmur and a tug to your hair, she lets you know that it is time to move on to the next part of your morning routine. You retreat back under the covers, allowing her room to flip onto her back and spread her legs, propping her feet on either side of the bed and giving you a clear view of her pussy in front of you. You used to muse at the fact that the Kim Chaewon's pussy was so accessible to you, yet so desired and mysterious to those so desperate for her. But now, her glorious folds stared back at you, giving you a verbal command that it demands tribute. You heed its call as you wriggled on your belly, hands placed on the outside of her thighs and you pressed your mouth to her pussy, meticulously forming a seal with your lips as you flatten your tongue. You waited patiently for your first drink of the day, as Chaewon played with your hair, twirling and plucking at it as she waited for her own body to respond to her mental order.

With a strong hand, Chaewon grabs a fistful of your hair and lets out a sigh of relief and starts pissing, straight into your mouth. The flow is intense but the taste is familiar and nostalgic as you gulp it down without missing a beat. It did take you a while to reach this level of sucking down Chaewon's piss. Initially, you struggled to even cope with the taste of her piss but after a few stern beatings, you gargled down her piss like a pro.

As the stream finally stopped, you detached your mouth and licked your lips, before struggling out from under the covers and sinking onto the floor, greeting your master on your knees.

"Good morning Master."

"Good morning slave." Chaewon sat upright on the bed as you propped up a pillow for her. As a small reward, she leaned over and gave you some of her morning spit. You gratefully opened your mouth and accepted the gift, which earned a chuckle from your master. Chaewon giggled at the thought that now your belly is mixed with her urine and now her spit. She yawned and stretched, before she finally got off the bed and headed off to the bathroom. You followed behind her, on your hands and knees.

Chaewon picked up the toothbrush you had already prepared for her, while you peppered kisses all over her feet. She loves it, the feeling of being adored and pampered to the most extreme, and you love showering your master with all the devotion and attention you can spare. From the corner of your eye, you could see Chaewon was done brushing her teeth. You quickly crawled over to the next station of the morning, the toilet bowl. You see, when you signed that contract to be Chaewon's personal 'assistant', it included that you take care of anything that would bother her. And this includes her personal business.

"You better clean me up good, I have a long schedule ahead of me today and I don't want my ass to bother me." Chaewon growled as she sat on the toilet backwards, her ass facing you as you kneel in front of it. You nuzzle into her ass cheek and press a kiss to it, your own way of acknowledging what was to come.

A cute grunt and a whoosh of gas later, you see her asshole start to dilate and you start kneading the flesh around her ass, acting as some encouragement as she strains against the cistern. Soon, you could see a greasy brown log appearing from her asshole. You shifted your hands from her ass to her inner thighs, palming and massaging the flesh as you patiently waited for Chaewon.

"Mmmm, such a good slave for me." Chaewon mutters as your massage was hitting the right spots, as the log stuck in her ass finally breaks off and falls into the toilet. Chaewon makes more soft, guttural noises as she pushes more logs out, as you stay kneeling in front of her ass, massaging her until she's done. She leans forward a little more, her asshole gaping and inviting you toward the next step of your morning routine. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, pressing your tongue and dragging it all over her brown-smudged asshole. The taste is as bad as one could imagine, but you obviously weren't doing it for the taste. You were doing it because of Chaewon, because this is what she needs and what she demands. So, you carefully and diligently lap her clean, listening to her praises and swelling with pride. Your favourite compliment was that you were the 'best toilet paper' she's ever used. You chuckled a little at that one, as she got off the toilet bowl and headed back into the room.

"Come slave, help me get dressed." Chaewon pulled out a long-sleeved crop top, a miniskirt and a pair of thigh-high leather boots from her dresser and tossed them at your face as she sat down back on the bed. You mused for a moment at the colour choice. It was all pink, her favourite colour. You slid the miniskirt onto Chaewon, tightening it at the hips, before helping her tie her boots as she wore the top herself.

"I have to go now. But as a reward for your good performance today, you get to kiss my boots." She said as she pressed the soles of her boots against your face. You happily lapped up at the soles like the dog you are, before she finally kicks your face away and heads out.

"I'll be back after midnight slave, use this to keep yourself entertained while I'm gone." Chaewon threw a used sock at your feet as she slammed the door behind her. You heard the familiar beep of the electronic door lock, meaning that she has already left the house. You stared at the sock in front of you, picking it up like it was your most prized possession.

"Thank you Master." You bowed even if Chaewon had been long gone. You heard your phone ring in your room. You rushed over to see if Chaewon had left something behind, but it was just that your brother had called you once again for the umpteenth time. You immediately cancelled it, and looked at the sock lovingly in your arms. This is your new life now, and you are loving every moment of it.

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azrielsdove · 4 months

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Idk how you write such amazing work. Perhaps i could bother you for a request? Eris x reader x azriel.

Reader is Eris fiance and soon to be high lady. At a ball Azriels shadows swarm her curling around her neck and wrist. When they curl her exposed leg up to her thigh due to her dress she lets out the most bright contagious laugh (shes ticklish) and the bond snaps for azriel but not her. Im a sucker for a jealous azzy and some angst. ❤️❤️

Okay, I got a littleeee carried away with this one. Please let me know what you think!

Playing With Fire

Warnings: Lil angst, lil smut, 18+

***

You looked up into the eyes of your fiancé, spinning gracefully throughout the room. The Autumn Court High Lord was a fan of balls, and the announcement of his engagement was certainly reason enough to throw one. Eris looked down at you, a cunning smile on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, eyes roaming over your body. You laughed, used to his sensuality.

“As always, dearest.” You responded, voice sultry. He held you tighter, eyes holding a promise for later.

You smiled at him as the song came to a close, pulling away to go grab a drink. You pressed a kiss to Eris’ cheek and headed to the edge of the room. A glass of wine now in your hands, you observed the party going on around you. The golden ring on your finger was heavy, a ruby situated in the middle of it. There was a certain power coming from it, an aura that commanded respect and attention.

Very similar to the male that gave it to you.

You felt something cold wrap around your ankle, looking down to see… a shadow? The little thing twirled around your leg, excited by your attention. You felt the same cool on your arms and neck, a small laugh coming from you. What were they doing? They didn’t feel malicious, just curious. You looked around the room, trying to determine who they belonged to.

A large winged male appeared next to you, face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, they aren’t listening to me.” He made a frustrated movement with his hands at them, but the shadows continued to swirl over you. One began to travel up the exposed skin of your thigh, a laugh breaking out from you.

You notice the male next to you stiffen and the shadows are suddenly pulled from your body. You look at him, hoping you hadn’t offended him. “My apologies, they tickled.” You explained a little sheepishly. He gave a curt nod, an unreadable expression in his face.

Eris chose that moment to find you, circling his arm around your waist as he stood next to you. “Azriel. What brings the Night Court spymaster out this fine evening?” Your fiancés tone was cold, clipped. He hadn’t been High Lord for very long, but the way he held himself right now radiated power like you’ve never seen.

The male with the wings- Azriel - stood straighter, matching Eris. “I came with Lucien to celebrate your engagement. Is that a problem, High Lord?” The title came out like an insult, a judgement. You didn’t know who this was, but your immediate reaction was to stand up for your love.

“Talk to him like that again and it will be.” You snapped, standing tall against him. His eyes shot to yours, surprise littering his features.

Eris smiled, his lips coming to press against the side of your neck. Azriel watched the action closely, a look like hunger shooting across his face. “She’s lovely, isn’t she Shadowsinger?” Eris taunted, moving to stand behind you. His lips continued kissing you, one hand splaying out over your stomach. You weren’t sure why he was doing this now, but your fiancés touch always riddled you breathless.

A soft moan left your lips as Eris bit on that sweet spot on your neck, the hand on your stomach dipping ever lower. Azriel’s wings fluttered, his hands in tight fists at his sides. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Eris continued his teasing, watching the other male closely.

Azriel was at a loss for words, too lost in the flush of pleasure on your cheeks. You noticed his intense stare, eyes shooting to the ground. Eris tucked his fingers under your chin, pulling your head up to look back at Azriel. “Now, now,” he chided, “my High Lady never backs down, does she?”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, an internal war going on. Eris seemed to know what the problem was, smiling as he pulled you away from the male. “Enjoy the party, Spymaster.”

***

You broke away from the party early, heading back to your room. You left Eris to entertain, he was truly in his element at these parties. You were humming softly to yourself as you walked the halls of the palace, fingers trailing over the stone walls. You sensed a presence following you, your body stiffening at the possible danger.

You felt a cool brush against your leg again, looking down to see the little shadow from earlier. It curled around you affectionately, almost cute. “Hello,” you said to it, “What are you doing away from your master?” You gave a small laugh at the thing, watching it move around your leg.

“The same could be asked of you,” came a quiet voice, you turned to find the male from earlier.

“Excuse me?” You asked, not liking the implication of his words.

“You heard me. Where is your keeper?” There was a bite to his words, an anger in his eyes.

You straightened up, crossing your arms in front of you. “Eris has remained at the party. I have decided to go to bed, and if you’ll excuse me i’ll just be on my way.” You turned to continue walking to your room, stopped by a rough hand on your arm.

“He isn’t right for you.” It was almost a whisper, a strain for your ears to hear his words. You spun slowly towards him, cocking your head.

“And how, pray tell, do you know that?” You asked, holding your head high.

“He knows you’re the most powerful female in his court. Tell me, when did he show interest in you? Why would he approach you out of everyone else?” The hazel eyes were studying you, a sort of sorrow on his face.

“Who are you to ask me questions like this?” You didn’t want to trust him, but something about him was drawing you in.

“Someone who cares. Someone who knows things.” His hand released your arm, falling back to his side.

“Okay, Night Court Spymaster. What ‘things’ do you know that involve me and my fiancé?” You asked, intrigued by what he has to say.

He let out a sigh, eyes casting downward. “Eris is using you, my lady.”

The words were like a knife to your heart. “What? How?”

He looked back up at you, an apology in his eyes. “He knows he needs a strong High Lady by his side. It increases his power and respect. He sent out letters to all the males with daughters in the Court, asking for information. You outshone the others. Eris called a ball a week later, to meet his ‘true love’.” You nodded, remembering the night you met your fiancé clearly.

“He stumbled into you, seemingly on accident. The two of you hit it off and now here you are, engaged not but a few months later. I came tonight to gather information on what he was planning, and if you were in on it.” His hand shakily reached out and grabbed one of yours. “Then I saw you. And I knew you had no idea.”

You were stunned into silence, staring blankly at the male in front of you. You couldn’t deny that his words made sense, your father had received a letter before that ball. Eris did seem to know everything about you when you met, winning you over with charm and interest in the things you enjoyed. This male was not the first to bring up the quick engagement, you’ve heard the whispers yourself around Court.

“How can I trust you?” You asked quietly, pulling your hand back from his.

“I can’t show you now, you will have to come with me.” He informed, clasping his hands behind his back.

You debated in your head, your mind telling you not to trust this male you didn’t know. Yet something in your heart was gravitating towards him, telling you that he was being honest. If what he was saying is true, you may be in danger here. But if he’s lying, it will be a death sentence to go with him.

Voices came from down the hall, recognizable as Eris and one of his guards. You still weren’t decided, but you knew you didn’t want to be caught here with the winged Night Court male. You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall, pushing him back into a cornered alcove. The two of you would be completely missed as long as no one looked into the dark corner.

Your back was pressed against his front, his hands coming to rest on your waist for balance. You held your breath, worried Eris would hear the hectic beating of your heart. The male behind you had to duck down a little against the low ceiling, his breath fanning across the back of your neck. You tried to ignore the fire spreading through your body at his touch.

Eris and his guard were getting closer, you pushed yourself harder against the Shadowsinger. He let out a small grunt, and you almost turned to apologize when you felt something hard against your back. His hands tightened on your waist, a small ‘o’ forming on your mouth as you realized what it was. It was wrong of you to enjoy this, especially when your fiancé was ten steps away.

Eris was right outside the alcove now, and to your horror he stopped. You heard him arguing with his guard, not paying any attention to what he was saying until you heard your name.

“That Spymaster knows what we are planning with her.” He was saying, voice agitated. His guard murmured in agreement. “She’s too valuable to lose. She has no idea the power that runs through her veins. I need her by my side if i’m going to take over the other courts.”

Take over the courts? Eris had never mentioned anything like that to you. He had only just gotten the Autumn Court High Lord title, what does he need with the rest?

The footsteps began again, Eris and his guard walking further down the hall. You stayed still, a million thoughts running through your mind. You suddenly darted out of the alcove, turning in panic to the male. “We have to go. Now. He’s going to notice i’m not in the bedroom and come looking.”

He nodded, holding his arm out for you to take. You grabbed on, the world disappearing into a black cloud as he took you away from the only home you’d ever known.

***

Azriel landed you on the edge of the most beautiful city you had ever seen. You gazed at the glittering lights, amazed that a place like this exists in the Night Court. “This is Velaris,” he spoke quietly. “My home.”

The two of you stood there until you were satisfied, Azriel scooping you up into his arms. You looked at him wide-eyed, confused by his actions. He spread his wings and gave you a cocky smile. “We have to fly up to my house.”

You didn’t even have time to digest his words before he shot off into the sky, cool wind whipping your face. You dug your nails into his shirt, fear taking over your body. You had never been this high in the sky before, the night air harsh around you. He held you tighter, whispering to you that you were safe.

You didn’t think you breathed until your feet touched the solid ground of the massive house Azriel had brought you to. You barely had a second to adjust to the flight and your new surroundings before another male stepped out onto the balcony. You recognized him as Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. He looked at you coolly, eyes flicking up to the male behind you.

You looked between them, noticing they were having some sort of mental argument. You knew the powers Rhysand possessed, Eris made sure you were up to date on everything about the other courts and their High Lords. Finally the other High Lord sighed, looking back to you. “Welcome to the Night Court. Azriel informs me that you overheard part of Eris’ plan regarding you. We have much to discuss.”

He turned and went back inside, leaving you and Azriel alone on the balcony. “You will sleep for now, and we will have a meeting in the morning.” He said, stepping up next to you. “Rhys wasn’t sure that we could trust you, so forgive the rather cold welcome.” He gave a small laugh with his words, one you did not return.

“I don’t know anything, Azriel.” You said quietly, ashamed of how easily you had been fooled by Eris. He took your hands reassuringly in his, making you look up at him.

“Do not discredit yourself, you will learn more tomorrow. But for now, you need rest. Come, i’ll show you to your room.”

***

Azriel had given you a tea to help you sleep, assuming your mind would be too busy to allow you rest. He said you needed to be as clear minded as possible for the meeting in the morning. You didn’t argue, drinking the sweet tea happily. You’d love to forget everything that had happened.

You woke up to the sun shining through the great windows in your room, it’s warmth welcome on your face. You stretched and crawled out of the bed, wearing a large shirt of Azriel’s he had given you last night. Your brain still told you it was wrong to be so comfortable with him, but that tug in your heart was louder. A knock came at your door, opening to reveal the very male plaguing your mind.

“I borrowed some clothes from Nesta, if you’d like.” He spoke politely, holding out a few different outfits for you. You took them with a ‘thank you’, moving to the bathroom to change. When you came out Azriel was waiting patiently for you, his eyes taking in your new appearance. The dark Night Court colors were different than the typical reds and golds you wore, but they were truly just as beautiful.

“Well, let’s go then.” Azriel said, leaving your room. You followed after him, nerves tight in your stomach. You weren’t sure what was expected of you here. Eris had never told you any of his plans, and you certainly hadn’t caught on to him using you. You and Azriel walked into a large meeting room, Rhysand already there. You noticed the High Lady sitting next to him, and another winged male. A female with short black hair was there as well, along with a deathly beautiful blonde. They were all looking at you, their gazes feeling a little overwhelming.

Azriel placed an arm around your waist for reassurance, leading you to a chair at the table. He sat next to you, prepared to help you against his friends. Your heart fluttered at his actions, and your mind yelled at you that you still had a fiancé. That they could be lying, that what Eris is planning may not be so bad. But even your mind couldn’t argue the words you heard from his own mouth.

“What has Eris told you?” Rhysand asked, jumping right in.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, nervous with this new attention. Azriel placed his hand on your knee, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“I don’t believe that for a second. Be honest, girl.” The sharp words came from the silver-eyed female, glaring at you.

“I am being honest!” You retorted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You looked back up to Rhysand, trying to prove your innocence. “Eris never brought up anything until I overheard him last night. He had never said anything more than me being his wife and High Lady, that together we would be the most ‘powerful duo.’ I didn’t think anything of it, assuming he either truly believed it or was flattering me with his words. Never did I think his plan was to take over Prythian!”

Rhysand studied you carefully, asking; “Will you let me in your mind? To see the truth.”

You nodded, willing to do anything to get those silver eyes off of you. You felt a strange sensation as Rhysand entered your mind, flicking through your memories with Eris. You blushed deeper as he opened some of the more intimate ones, humiliated that you trusted him so. When he was done the presence left your mind, and the look Rhysand now gave was kinder.

“She’s telling the truth. She had no idea.” You looked down in shame, wanting nothing more than to leave this room. Azriel’s thumb began stroking soothing circles on your leg, prompting you to look up at him.

“No one will judge you here. I promise.” He whispered, sending you a small smile. You failed to send one back, but placed your hand on top of his and squeezed in thanks.

“What do you know of your power that Eris so desperately wanted?” Rhysand asked, pulling your attention back to him.

“I don’t know. I was never trained, taught to only use them for typical household tasks. I’ve never gone deeper to see what’s there.” You explained, realizing how pathetic that sounded. How had you never noticed how sad your life was?

“Hm. I will have to train you myself, try to pull them out. It is imperative that we know what you can do.”

You nodded at his words, not looking forward to any sort of training session with the High Lord. “Eris will have realized you are missing by now, no doubt suspecting it was us who took you. You will have to remain hidden.”

“Of course,” you agreed politely. You had assumed as much, knowing there was no way you could return to the Autumn Court now.

“For now I will have Azriel return you to your room, until we decide what to do.” Rhysand dismissed the two of you, Azriel leading you back the way you came. You heard the murmur of voices pick up as the doors closed, knowing they were debating what to do with you. Where would you go if they decided it was too risky to keep you here?

***

A few weeks had gone by and there had been no sign of Eris. Nothing came from the Autumn Court about his missing fiancé, no rumors of anything that happened that night. You didn’t know whether to feel comforted or scared by that fact.

Your training with Rhysand was going well, uncovering the deep and dangerous fire in your veins. You were able to control the flames in a way that you had never seen, as if they were simply an extension of you. Even Lucien had been shocked watching you wield it, commenting that he could understand why his brother would try to capture this as his own.

You were growing more comfortable being around the others, but none quite as much as Azriel. He had quickly become your closest friend, making your transition to the Night Court as easy as possible. He was helping you physically train, getting strong and learning how to handle different weapons. There was an underlying tension you chose to ignore, memories of that night you hid with him in the alcove flooding your dreams.

You were in the small private library of the House when you heard shouts from down the hall. You pushed the door open just enough to see what was happening. You heard the clash of blades, fear shooting down your spine. A flash of red let you know Eris had somehow gotten up here. How? You knew you had to be flown up, the reason they kept you here.

“Where is she?!” He bellowed, fighting hard against Azriel.

“She’s not here.” He responded, slicing towards the other male.

“Lies! I can smell her. You can’t take my bride away from me!” Eris yelled.

“She doesn’t belong to you. She came willingly.” Azriel retorted, blade deflecting Eris’ attack.

“That docile little fox? She would never.” He sneered, the words sparking an anger in you. You couldn’t help yourself as you stepped through the doors, straight into his line of sight.

“I would, Eris.” You spoke, fire at the tips of your fingers. The fighting stilled, both males turning to look at you. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Eris snorted, lowering his blade. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m willing to forgive this treachery if you come back with me. You know they will never treat you correctly here, not like I can.”

The fire grew in your hands as you stepped towards him. “This is your only warning, Eris. Leave, or I will make you. Is that how you want to return to your court, High Lord? Defeated by your old fragile bride?”

His gaze faltered, doubt crossing his features for a split second before being replaced by his cocky expression. “You? Take on me? I’d like to see you try.”

You took a step closer, the fire traveling up your arms. “Oh Eris, you know the power I hold. That’s why you chose me, isn’t it? Now that i’ve been training that power, is it really something you want to stand up against?”

He took a step back, the fear of what you could do winning. He sheathed his sword, glaring between you and Azriel. “This is not over. You are making a grave mistake.” He was gone before you could react, some strange power allowing him to leave the House.

Your fire quieted, retreating back down to nothing. You turned to Azriel, opening your mouth to say something, when you were interrupted by his lips against yours.

You didn’t immediately react, too shocked to understand what he was doing. One of his hands fell to your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck. You sunk into his touch, palms flat on his chest. “That,” he growled into the kiss, “was the sexiest act i’ve ever seen.” He pushed you backwards until your back touched the wall behind you, lips traveling from yours to your neck. You arched against him at his touch, the way every touch of his mouth was like fire against your skin.

“Azriel,” you murmured out, mind hazy. He nipped a sensitive spot on your neck at his name, a low moan falling from yours lips. He fell to his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs as he raised your skirt.

“I can’t handle it anymore. I need to taste you.” He groaned, kissing the exposed skin on your thighs. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, looking up at you to get your permission. The rational part of you was yelling that this was a bad idea, but the pull in your heart and the heat between your legs were screaming for him.

“Yes. Please.” You gasped, head falling back against the wall behind you as your hands tangled in his hair. He wasted no time in pulling your underwear to the side, licking up you. You moaned, hands tugging on his hair. You didn’t care that you were out in the open hallway, that anyone could walk by. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of Azriel’s tongue against you.

He sucked harshly against you, fingers coming up to tease your entrance. You ground against him, needing to feel him. He smiled against you, one finger slipping inside your waiting body. You tightened around him, mouth open in a silent scream. Eris had never made you feel this good so quickly. The pull in your heart was growing stronger as Azriel explored you, heightening your pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced.

He added another finger, curling them perfectly inside you. His lips and tongue were attacking you, sucking and biting in the most delicious way. Your mind was going blank, the only thing on it was his name. You felt yourself about to break, your pleasure ready to take over you. “Azriel, Azriel i’m-“ You were cut off by a harsh suck and his fingers working you perfectly, a shuddering moan being ripped from your body.

“That’s right, cum for me.” He instructed, keeping his movements steady. You bit your lip as the orgasm washed over you, trying to keep from screaming. Azriel pushed you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as possible. Gasping breath after gasping breath fell from your lips, your body shaking against him. If it wasn’t for the force of him keeping you up you would have collapsed.

Azriel removed his mouth and fingers from you, standing up to tower over you. You look up into his lust-blown eyes and that tug in your heart erupts. Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, feeling that impenetrable golden string between the two of you. “Oh,” you whisper, mind still hazy from the events of a minute ago.

He slowly leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Do you understand now why I couldn’t leave you there?” He whispers against you, pulling you close. You nod, shocked beyond words. Azriel was your mate.

***

Note: I don’t think Eris is truly an evil guy but he had to be for this story ! For my Eris lovers out there i’m sorryyyy

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris x you #eris x y/n

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Hi!! What do you think of Chan x athlete y/n, and when she's done w her competition/performance he fucks her w "You did so so good. Daddy's proud of you"- kind of thing.

Yes I'm delusional as fuck. I also love Love LOVE your writing

A/N: ok this was legit so hot to write I love your brain anon 🥰 I made it kinda so that Chan is teasing reader in the beginning because why not? And OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING MMWAH 😗

Prizes for Pride

Warnings: smut MINORS DNI, fingering, swearing, use of Daddy, chan calls reader 'good girl', fem!reader, dom!chan

The way Chan's face lit up after seeing you scream out in joy and collapse on your knees in a mixture of emotions of exhaustion and idyll, you'd have thought he had won the award himself.

Watching you go up to the stands to collect a prize you had been training for, for such a long time, he felt like a proud mother duckling. But as his eyes laid on your sweat soaked shirt, hugging your figure so tightly perfectly framing all the places he loved to leave his marks, he couldn't control the bulge growing in his trousers.

"Channie!" You ran up to him in glee after all the impromptu photo sessions were completed. You threw your arms around his neck as he twirled you around in his arms, lifting you up with ease. "My little athlete." He cooed at you, ruffling your hair and giving you a quick peck on the top of your head, "Your real prize will be waiting at home darling." You had probably never changed into new clothes faster than that, after hearing Chan's words whisper hot breath onto your ear.

It seems Chan can’t contain himself any longer as he approaches you, fingers sidling up beneath the hem of the shirt. His lips are on you in an instant, pressing gently against that irresistible patch of exposed skin on your shoulder. A sigh falls from your lips and you melt into his touch. you close your eyes. His calloused palms knead over the flesh of your hips, earning a soft groan from you.

He smirks against your skin. “So quiet baby? This is your reward darling.” his breath fans along your neck as he kisses up towards your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin, a shiver threatening to snake down your spine.

"C-Channie-" you moan. There’s a knowing second of quiet You’re flustered, trying to deflect his teasing words. the butterflies fluttering in your stomach have long since morphed into flames, burning like your skin as you wait for his next move.

Chan's jaw brushed against yours as you kissed him. Your head was tipped back against the pillow, Chan laying by your side, propped up on one elbow, his head angled down towards yours. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight was skillfully placed so that two of his fingers were easily buried inside of you.

“That good that you can’t kiss me back, huh?” he whispered. Your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure but you could feel his lips smirking against yours.

His thumb bumped against your clit, rubbing small circles onto the sensitive nub. You moaned into his mouth, lips parting slightly, just enough for Chan to slip his tongue inside. You tried desperately to kiss him back but every time you would, his fingers would expertly move and you'd be back to square one. Lips parted, grazing against Chan's, struggling to kiss back.

His grasp tightens at the gasp of his name. He chuckles quietly, snaking a hand up over your stomach. the rough pad of his hand finds your breast, kneading it in his palm whilst his other hand holds you firm against him. He’s hardening behind you, bulge pressed against your scantily clad frame. His gaze is still trained on you in the mirror, dragging over the lush sight of your flushed face, your lips parted in small pants, the dark look in your eyes. He loves watching you fall apart at his smallest ministrations. more than half of his pleasure comes just from working you up like this, pushing you to the brink without even trying.

“daddy please,” you manage, voice constricted as you writhe against him. the ache between your legs is incessant, throbbing as you watch his expression above you.

"Please what my darling?" Chan chuckles into your neck, his tip teasing your labia. "Chan- need- your cock." You throat out. The room feels like it's spinning at a fast rate as Chan chuckles again. His cologne is like poison to you, wrapping you in tight corridors of pleasure and pain.

“there’s my good girl,” he says approvingly, the praise in his voice like music to your ears. You cry out, voice cracking as he applies pressure to the bundle of nerves with expertise. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly what drives you crazy. The pad of his finger dips further down, swirling through the mess of juices shining on your lips.

Mewling moans tear from your lips as he works you towards the edge. his lips are attached to your neck, abusing your skin to the point of saccharine tenderness. Wine red marks bloom over your skin. His hand falls away from your breast to toy with the hem of the shirt, lifting it up in the front just enough so that he can watch himself pleasuring you.

“You're daddy's good girl aren't you?” he prompts, moving closer as he palms his bulge through his boxers, then drags the waistband down just enough to let his length spring free. you hum at the sight, licking your lips as he swipes a thumb over the angry red tip, spreading a bead of precum over it. he spits into his hand, pumping the moisture over his cock before positioning himself above you. two of his fingers push the fabric of your panties out of the way, and he drags the cockhead through your folds, coating it in your arousal.

"Need you daddy please." You mewl, mind going numb for his touch. "Daddy knows baby." He smiles at you, "Been wanting to stretch you out since I saw you there on the stands. My good little girl, coming out on top like she always does."

You cry out, the feeling of him pushing into you driving you mad. It’s been ages since you last had him inside of you, and there’s a sliver of pain as he bottoms out inside of your dripping cunt. Waves of pleasure accompany the sting of the stretch, and your eyes flutter as he rocks slowly into you. He’s watching the way his cock splits you open, low grunts coming from deep in his chest. He shifts, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb swirling over your clit. you cry out, head falling back onto the pillows. The other hand lifts one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest.

“Daddy's so proud of you baby,” he grunts, brows pulled together as he snaps his hips into yours with particular force. "So fucking proud.” He’s eyeing your swollen cunt, his thumb massaging a steady pattern into the bundle of nerves. You clench around him involuntarily, your insides so swollen and tender that you imagine you can feel the ridges of his veins pulsing against your walls.

“Daddy, i’m close,” you sob, your voice shaking. You feel his hips snap against yours, skin slapping in the quiet night as he drills you into the mattress. The room smells of him, like cologne and something woody, and it drives you even closer to the edge. He’s taking over your senses; the sight of him hovering over you, muscles in his abdomen clenching and rippling as he fucks into you is enough to make you scream on its own.

He’s not far behind, hips meeting yours with a force that is almost painful, though you’re far too distracted by the fireworks blooming behind your eyelids. You feel him spill into you, hot seed pouring into your soaked cunt and making your thighs shake. His groans are hoarse, a couple grunted curses and growls of your name joining your chorus of moans in the room. He sits up once you’ve both ridden out your high, heads swimming as he watches his cum spill from between your legs when he pulls out.

Chan cleans you up, fingers that were once moving like a maniac's inside your cunt, now delicately touching your legs with warm towels. He holds you tightly in his arms, warmth beaming from him to your body.

"I'm proud of you darling so proud." He presses kisses to your forehead and all over your face, "You'll get a proper celebration tomorrow don't worry." He smirks into your neck, "This was just the beginning."

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