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sl33paholics · 6 months

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Eternal Eden

Jotaro Kujo (4) x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (no shit), nipple play, misuse of stands (if you squint), impregnation (it's canon alr!?), overstimulation, slang, odaxelagnia, errrrr I can't be bothered to list all the shit here. You'll see once you read

Y'all ever wonder what Jotaro's wedding was like? Or even the honeymoon? I don't, but here I am writing it for the sake to feed y'all and go back into hibernation. This may be longggggg so strap in. Also, I'm sorry for the setbacks. By the time this comes out, it's either Thanksgiving or the day before :P

Dt: @crypticspacecat and whoever wants to get tagged

You're currently sitting in front of your now newly engaged husband on the edge of the four poster bed, dressed in your finest errortic nightgown that Jotaro wanted you to wear. You're trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach by telling yourself that it's a casual thing. Of course, this happens. It's your honeymoon, after all! He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your position on the bed, biting your lip. Jotaro looked absolutely striking, that toned athletic physique of his showing through his loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but notice his teal eyes were glinting mischievously in anticipation.

As he got closer to you, you moved back, eventually laying your full body on the bed as he cralwed on top of you. The smell of crème de cacao filling up the air from the candles he lit made you feel giddy, just him staring down at you, so close. His teal colored eyes looked into yours, and he whispered, "What do you think?" Your heart skipped a beat at his voice that was low, deep, husky, and you felt a shiver going down your spine. Leaning in for a kiss, you felt his lips against your plumply parted ones, kissing you softly and slowly. Jotaro pulled away only to lean forward again, pressing his lips onto yours more firmly.

The sound of an old fashioned clock ticking filled the silence as Jotaro trailed kisses along your jawline and neck, making you moan out in pleasure at the sensation of his soft yet firm lips moving along your exposed skin. You felt him chuckle against your neck as you moaned again, feeling the tickle of stubble grazing over your sensitive flesh, and you reached up, running your hands through his black hair. When Jotaro finally pulled away for real this time, he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but never like this, so much naked skin being shown to you. Not to mention the scars littered across his chest and arms, from fights he'd been in throughout his life. In a disheveled heap as he leaned back down, kissing your lips hungrily.

Jotaro carelessly began to remove your nightgown from you. You could hear his breathing becoming unsteady already just by looking at him, and you giggled quietly at his reaction. He looked adorable. He really did. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and began to grope your breasts. His large fingers lightly brushed over the nipples and when he squeezed them gently, you let out a low whimper, grabbing his shoulders as he began to pinch them, sending a rush of sensation throughout your body. As Jotaro rubbed your hardened nipples, your eyes fluttered shut. He even had the audacity to give them a twist and pull on them, making you gasp out in pleasure.

The sudden grinding caught you off guard, and you opened your eyes, looking directly into his blue ones. Looking into his eyes as they darkened, seeing lust and desire swirls in those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, almost as if they were dancing around inside those irises. As it continued, you could feel his cock harden in his shorts, the dick print seemingly visible in front of you. Gosh, it made you throb hard.

Within a blink of an eye, his shorts and boxers are now off. The two of you both laid on your sides facing the same direction. "Damn you, Kujo!" You exclaimed as you watched his hard, bulging cock spring up between your legs, his length hitting your clit in that most delightful spot. You couldn't help but let out a small yelp, and you heard him laugh a little breathily. His fingers doing magic rubbing your clit in a circle motion and then pinching it in unison with the movement of his finger and thumb. You felt the familiar tingle spread throughout your body, and you began moaning louder. Your soaked pussy making you go crazy.

You watched him move his face towards your neck as he kissed you there, biting down and sucking on the delicate skin. Your head fell back onto the bed as his mouth left marks and nips along your neck as he went. Slowly raising up your knee, gripping onto the bedsheets, you felt the warm moisture from your juices pool below your thigh. The tip slowly goes inside of you, feeling the sharp pain made you jolt. Jotaro quietly reassures you by whispering, "It'll be okay," and you feel another wave of heat spread through you. He gave you a moment to adjust, little by little, getting used to how slick and tight your opening was. The friction of your inner walls and the cold air made your legs weak, but the painful pleasure made you feel good, too. His cock was fully in you.

Jotaro started off with slow, careful thrusts. Taking his time, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, and the way you made sounds of pleasure every time he bucked his hips. You were getting turned on by his gentle touches, and he knew it, taking care not to hurt you. Soon, though, your moans became higher pitched, needy, needy noises, which he loved hearing as he kept pumping in and out of you. The tension was building fast, and Jotaro was having a bit of difficulty holding himself back.

Soon enough, the pace picked up as Jotaro increased his strokes, making you cry out. The man was beginning to hit the spot you wanted, the spot you've craved for years now. You've never felt your legs shake so much in your entire life, or your whole body shake so violently like this. "Fuck, Jotaro! Fuck me!" You shouted. He seemed to take note of your tone and speed up his movements, and soon he was pounding harder and harder. The friction was increasing, building up in intensity as you felt yourself coming apart. And soon you felt it, your body spasming and clenching around his cock. "Ah, fuck!" You screamed out in pleasure.

With Jotaro suddenly pulling out, it caught you off guard. You felt your body being turned to be laid flat down. Your legs suddenly being lifted up and spread wide open, you're too dazed to see if it was Jotaro doing it or your body acting on its own, as if another pair of hands were doing the dirty work for him.

As you felt Jotaro's hands gripping onto your waist, his hard cock enters your soaked pussy, he let out a deep primal groan at the sensation as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts became harsher and faster, and you gripped onto him tighter, crying out Jotaro's name over and over again in pleasure. His hot, heavy breaths hitting your ear as he grunts, "Fuck, I'm close." Your drunkenly expression looked down to see his bulge appearing and disappearing with every thrust. The sight was exotic. Almost hypnotic.

"God!" You cried out, feeling waves of ecstasy roll over you as his seed spurted inside of you. You gasped in delight as your orgasm hit you hard, causing you to scream his name. You're for sure that it he got you pregnant right here, and now, you wouldn't have minded in the slightest.

Jotaro stared down at you, that pretty face of yours now covered by tear trials and your plumply lips being a bit bruised from the rough kissing. It made him want to go for around two, but he knew that you couldn't take it all. Jotaro slowly pulls out from between you and lays down next to you, still panting as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his sweaty forehead. You snuggle up against him, wrapping your arms around him as you look up at him. Those eyes still had lust behind them, but for sure, your body was sore and exhausted.

He gazed down at you, and you smiled brightly up at him as he pressed a light kiss to your temple. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him tightly against you as the two of you just lay there, content and relaxed.

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samalong1 · 1 year

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Eddie gluskin family fluff/angst

Eddie is his own warning and past truama and nsfw mentions

Reader is referred to with she/her by eddie

Before kids

He adores you absolutely afterall you gave him his dream a loving wife to come home to he'll find himself just admiring you

Your wedding dress hand sewn by him of course is a treasured item safely tucked away only to be brought out on anniversaries

On every anniversary he expects his loving wife to make them both a romantic dinner while he does the man's job of getting gifts for her. It'll always end up in a slow dance with you in your wedding dress

He loves to see his wife under him in bed its a secret pleasure but he has to be in full control don't even think about trying anything just take it and praise him and do what he says and you'll be good

I feel him doing pda would be a no he can't imagine doing something as vulgar as groping you outside of the bedroom

He loves seeing you in the dresses he hand sewn and tailored just for you charming knee length dresses(nothing above save that for the bedroom)with beutiful patterns and a apron wrapped around you going about your cabin cleaning and dusting as his loving wife

He's strict on appearance he finds you wearing sweats and a baggy t shirt sloppy and lazy he didn't make you all though dresses for you to dress as a bum

Even in sleep he'll lake sure your all dolled up he'll insist you put your hair in those old hair rollers and sometimes he'll do it himself it's a great bonding experience and he'll sew you a long night gown(short ones for the fun nights)made of soft fabric that falls off your curves

Be careful I'd you want to snuggle him while sleeping suddenly touching him can spook and anger him so wrapping yourself around him is alot worse you'll find that it's safer to do it when he's awake and paying attention to you

He doesn't like you holding him so it'll be best to cling to him like wrapping yourself around your chest so he can play with your hair and wrap his big strong arms around you

He probally snores

When he's doing something like reading the paper he'll expect you to be curled up on his lap reading along with him

Don't be worried you still have him wrapped around your finger

Ask him for a specific dress and he'll happily make it or if there is a specific date night idea he'll be getting ready

He may not be the richest man after escaping the asylum but he'll try his best to spoil you

Pregnancy

Your never alone

Never

He's even more obsessed with you following you aroundband singing praises about how good your doing and how amazing the children will be

Never forget your vitamins or he'll accuse you of trying to sabotage him

Luckily he can't stay mad at you for long

Insists on helping with everything

Micromanages stuff like your food and exercies

Gets jeolous and insists you don't need a pregnancy pillow when you have him

Until he can't move cause his oregano wife is finally able to sleep and she's heavy

Adores on your pregnant belly constantly touching it or resting his head on it

Runs his finger across and stretch marks cooing

When the baby finally comes he'd prefer a home birth with a midwife not wanting his darling exposed to so many strangers in a vulnerable state

Unless it's at risk or darling wife sint comfortable with it he understands its her delivery and he'd rather have both his wife and child then a natruel birth

Parent hood

A fancy nursery hand built by himself and the crib must stays in your room until the kid outgrows it

He has multiple photos of you passed out while the baby babbles covered in baby powder

Found out that if he's ever having one of his mood swings or outburst holding his baby near him helps

Can't lash out near his baby

Hates leaving for work and leaving you two alone

Loves when you both pass out on the couch tired from everything

#eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast #outlast x reader #outlast whistleblower

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Soul ties - Part 4 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And if you're feeling lonely you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory”

A week. You'd met Bucky a week earlier and still hadn't forgotten the feeling of his arm on your back, the deepness of his voice and the blue of his eyes. How could you? You were trying to spend as much time with Darren as you could, but he was hardly ever home. When he wasn't working, he was meeting one friend or another to watch a baseball game. You had been married for one week, and this was your seventh day alone in your apartment.

The place you and Darren lived in was small and you had given your best to make it feel like a welcoming home. From green plants to scented candles and beautiful artwork, everything was meant to make any visitor feel welcomed and cozy. Your favourite thing was obviously the couch and beanbag chairs : they were all dark grey and the fabric gave them the impression of a cloud. Not that it mattered to your husband, though... You sighed as you got up from your couch and put your coffee cup on the kitchen counter. Taking out your phone out of your back pocket, you stopped for a moment, biting your cheek. Should you...call him? No. It was too soon and you hadn't heard from him at all since the wedding. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Scratch that: it was probably a terrible idea. You decided to call Steve instead, hoping he would have some work for you at the compound. You had already helped out a lot, especially in terms of scientific development. You and Bruce Banner were currently working on a tissue-repairing technology. It was a work in progress and Banner didn't have much time for it, but you always tried to make yourself useful: there was always an agent who needed a wound to be stitched.

"Y/n? Hi! How's the married life going?" Your heart warmed up as soon as you heard Steve's voice on the phone.

"Hi, uh... Good, thanks. Do you need my help at the compound?" you asked.

"No, not really. I mean, you always find ways to help, of course, but we thought you'd like a week or two, you know." He paused. "Don't you have a honeymoon to go to?"

"Darren's too busy with work. He said we'd go when he gets a week off, which is...not right now. So do you need me there?"

Your friend took a moment to answer. "Yeah, we always need you. Do you want me to send a car?"

"Yeah, Darren took ours and I don't think a taxi can take me there. Thanks, Stevie! See you soon."

"Okay, the car will be at your place in an hour. See ya!"

Hanging up the phone, you already felt better than five minutes earlier. Going to the compound meant working, for sure, but it also meant you got to see and spend time with Wanda, joke around with Sam or just chit chat with Bruce. You could say the compound was like your second home, now. After a quick shower and changing into some jeans and t-shirt, you deemed yourself ready to go and packed your backpack – no, a handbag was not enough to carry your multiple notebooks and pens.

You scrolled on your phone to make time pass faster and when the bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Drivers usually honked and didn't bother ringing the doorbell. You went to the interphone and pressed the speaker.

"Who's there?"

You heard what sounded like the end of a throat-clearing noise. "It's Bucky. Steve asked me to pick you up."

Your lips froze and your brain stopped functioning correctly for a second. Who? What? Why?

"I'll be down in a sec," you ended up saying, acting as composed as possible.

'Damn you, Steve.' You did want to see Bucky, but time to prepare for the occasion would've been better. Last time he saw you, you were wearing a pretty dress and your hair was done and...shit. You quickly ran your brush through your hair, hoping it would make it better, before thinking of how ridiculous you sounded: why would Bucky care about how you looked, and – more importantly – why would you ?

When you found yourself down in the entrance hall, you caught a glimpse of Bucky through the glazed door. He seemed to be carrying something. You opened the door and greeted him with a smile.

"I didn't know you'd be the one coming," you noted, trying to figure out whether he enjoyed being here or not.

He shrugged and looked at the floor. "Steve apparently had no one available so...he asked me. Ready?" He handed you what he'd be holding the whole time and...

"A helmet? Why would I- Oh. You don't have a car, do you?"

Bucky let out a laugh. As brief as it was, you couldn't help but swoon. You looked up and smiled back. "What's so funny?"

"You don't like bikes?" he asked, raising a brow.

"No, I just... They're not as safe as a car. "

"It's safe with me, I promise. Come."

You followed him with a grin as he placed his helmet over his long hair and you tried to strap yours on, fiddling with your fingers.

"Let me help." You almost stopped breathing when his fingers brushed against your chin as he attached the helmet's straps. "Okay, we should go now."

You nodded and sat behind him, unsure of where to place your arms. "Hum..."

Bucky gently seized your wrists and brought them on his stomach. "Just hold on here." You felt his back tense as you joined your hands on his body. You hadn't been this close to him since you'd met. Your own body's reaction was to nestle against Bucky's. Whether you wanted to feel safe on this bike or you just needed him to be close, you had no clue. Bucky started the engine, made sure you were holding on tight and started driving through the streets. The wind on your exposed skin made you shiver and after ten minutes or so, you felt comfortable enough to rest your chin on Bucky's back, right behind his shoulder.

Something in the way Bucky drove and took his turns made you think he was used to go faster. Was he slowing down for you?

"Are you going slower than usual?" you yelled behind him.

Turning his head around would've been too dangerous so he nodded.

"Don't hold yourself back for me then, I'm not a kid!"

His shoulders moving hinted at a laugh as the motorbike sped up. It only made you cling harder to him and when you arrived at the compound half an hour later, you realised you were smiling too hard for your own good.

"You screamed", he said in a soft voice, a smile floating on his lips.

"No, I did not."

"Yeah, you did."

You shook your head and tried putting on a serious face as you saw Wanda coming to you. You didn't want her to tease you about your – probably – huge smile. By the look in her eyes, you could tell she'd obviously busted you. She hurried towards you and hugged you tight.

"I'm so happy to see you," she breathed. "Are you here to work with Bruce?"

"Yeah, or just help around." You lowered your voice. "I needed to get away from home for the day."

Your sister gave you a confused stare before she understood. "Oh. He's working too much again?"

"Yeah. I guess staying home with his now-wife is too much to ask." You looked away for a second. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be bitter."

Bucky got off of the bike as well and stopped next to you, as if waiting for something. He must've spotted the interrogation in your eyes because he gestured to your head.

"The helmet," he explained. "I don't think you wanna wear that all day."

You chuckled. "No, I don't." You struggled once again with the straps and when Bucky unstrapped them for you, the same shiver as earlier ran down your spine. "Thanks for the ride," you added as he walked away to the building. He waved at you and nodded, smiling a little less brightly than he did in front of your house.

"That was some tension I just saw there," Wanda remarked. "Were you even able to keep your hands off him on that bike?"

"Wanda!"

"What? I'm just asking. Isn't he your soulmate or something?"

You ran your hand through your ruffled hair and gave her a disapproving look.

"You"re the one who told me soulmates could very well be friends," you argued. "And you shouldn't be encouraging me down that road. I'm married, in case you forgot."

"Yeah, to a man who didn't even booked a honeymoon."

"He's busy," you said, looking away from your sister. Finding excuses for Darren was easy. Selling them to your sister was a whole different ballgame.

"Not to me, y/n. You should tell him you want to go!"

"Yeah, maybe tonight." You started walking to the compound. "I need to talk to Bruce about our last meeting. I'll see you later."

Wanda shook her head before going the other way, towards the gardens. You loved your sister, obviously, and she meant the world to you. However, when she was seeing right through your lies and excuses like she'd just been, it always drove you mad at yourself. Sure, you were in love with Darren and he'd never been mean to you, but you knew perfectly you didn't have to take all of his shit. You could feel he was taking you for granted, and you decided that had to change. If you didn't start fighting for your own wellbeing, you knew Wanda would. You weren't eager to witness such events.

--- Just finished writing part 7, so here's part 4 for you! I hope you still like this story :) Your likes really make me smile throughout the day ehe

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