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king of my heart
satoru gojo x f!reader
maybe satoru gojo, the man you were arranged to marry by your very annoying parents, was the one you were waiting for all along
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
content: arranged marriage trope, megumi + tsumiki kiddos, annoying parents, mentions of drinking + prom/highschool LOL
an: taylor swift satoru gojo propoganda returns.
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You hold the vase of tulips in your hands, your palms sweating against the glass secured in his hands. You sincerely hope your anxiousness doesn’t make you drop the flowers before you can hand them to Mrs. Gojo. That would be a disaster.
Your parents are behind you, locking up your car and fussing over your outfit. Your mother had picked out a pale, baby blue dress for you, a modest cut but flattering your best features (according to her) - your hips, shoulders, collarbones. She’d given you a sparkling silver necklace to match, to draw attention to you. You silently wonder when she became such a conniver, hand picking your best traits to put on display for the Gojo family.
Your father’s mimicking her motions, taming down your stray hairs. You had braided the front pieces of your hairs just behind your ears and curled the rest of your loose hair to perfection. Your mothers request, of course. He’s less anal than her about the entire affair, but you don’t miss his nervous twitching as you walk up to the door.
The only person you can stand is your little brother, Saiki, who's been rolling his eyes since we started driving here. He thinks the entire proceeding is archaic, which it is, and has vehemently been making his disapproval known. He would keep it going, but there was talk of grounding on the table, which silenced him all together.
The four of you gather on the steps of the Gojo's mansion. You prepare yourself, mentally running through the steps your mother had drilled into you since you started meeting potential suitors a few months ago. Polite nod to the husband, hand the flowers and press a kiss to the wife, a shy smile to the suitor.
The three of them are crowded at the door, Satoru Gojo towering over the two of them. You’d heard of him before, your mother mentioning that their family was one of the most esteemed business owners in our entire social circle. She had never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, which killed her every night (you’re sure of it), until now. A mutual friend had mentioned the Gojo family was looking for their daughter in law to “perfect their set” and your mother was all too willing to offer you up on a silver platter.
You do as your told. You knew you would have to anyway and struggling was useless. Plus, you’d sworn off love as of late anyways. This is what you were primed for - that shiny medical degree, your private pediatric practice - they’re all sparkly little gimmicks meant for this. A selling point.
The door opens and you start. First, a polite nod to Mr. Gojo, who gives you a chill with his stare. His eyes are void of warmth, the cerulean blues staring back into your eyes. His hands are cold when you press them together to shake, the same cold gaze being exchanged with your parents over the back of your shoulder.
Second, flowers and a sweet kiss to Mrs. Gojo. She dotes over the tulips, in a polite way, before dismissing them away to the servants you didn’t notice standing against the wall. You thank the servant for taking the vase, giving a warm smile before pressing a kiss to Mrs. Gojo’s cheek. Ice cold.
Third, a shy smile to the suitor. Whatever the fuck that means. You meet his gaze, half obscured by the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. He’s dressed in a buttoned up white shirt, the sleeves rolled past his forearms. The slacks are pressed to perfection, his shoes shined so well you could use them as a mirror. You give him a smile, which he halfheartedly returns. It seems he’s more interested in talking to Saiki than you.
The seven of you walk down the length of the hall, the table set up with white lilies and silver tablemats. Mrs. Gojo turns to Satoru, insisting that he take you and Saiki on a tour. Satoru nods, begrudgingly, before gesturing to you and Saiki to follow him up the stairs.
When you reach the top of the stairs, Satoru turns to a painting on the left, a painted portrait of his family when he was way younger. They all have solemn looks on their face, Satoru’s hinting on the borderline of irritation and boredom. Before Satoru can start his riveting spiel, Saiki interrupts him.
“Are you really going to make us do a real tour? Do you have video games or something till we have to go back?”
You dig your hand into his shoulder, bending down to his height and squeezing slightly.
“Saiki. Be nice.”
“Mom’s not nearby, you know?”
“She has superhuman, x-ray vision, Saiki. I bet she can see you from here.”
The two of you laugh and you ruffle his hair before you stand up again. You pat down the pleats of your dress, drying your palms against the fabric, as you turn back to Satoru.
“We don’t actually have to do a tour if you don’t want to. I have Mario Kart in my room.”
You and Saiki shoot him glimmering smiles, following him down the length of the hallway. He opens his bedroom door for you, the room the exact opposite of the perfectly proper, museum like decor downside.
His walls are navy blue and littered in posters and pictures. You can see his diploma hung up on the wall, right next to a poster for the Spongebob movie.
“I’m shocked they even let you do this.”
“They didn’t, Y/N. I just did it anyway.”
You nod at his words, turning your neck back to the walls. Saiki and Satoru sit on the floor, legs crossed, playing the game as you take a moment at each section, observing all the pictures. He has what seems like twenty or thirty pictures of his friends - sleeping in class, sitting by a lake, studying in a library. You don’t miss the multiple pictures of the girl with dark hair, a scar pressed against her nose. Especially the one of him kissing her cheek.
The other picture that stands out is a picture of Satoru himself, from when he was younger. The picture was clearly taken from above, an exasperated look pressed on little Satoru’s face. You can’t help but think he looks sad, lonely in the picture and commit it to memory. Your parents were more irritating than most, but Saiki got you through.
You settle down onto the floor next to them, Saiki handing his controller as you start to play.
“One more round and we should head back.”
You nod, playing the game, the pictures rattling around in your head.
-
The dinner is horrible, obviously. You were seated in between Satoru and his father, with Saiki exiled all the way at the end of the table. You shoot him glances every few seconds, trying your best not to smile at his very clear distaste for it all.
You can sense the dynamics fitting into your mind, observing every little thing to better understand what you were getting into. After all, the Gojo’s were going to be your family in a few months, whether you liked it or not.
Satoru has a clear distaste for his parents. His father, more than his mother. You can just tell by the way they look at each other. You think back to the picture, the one of him when he was younger, and can’t help but wonder if his father took it.
After dinner, your parents and Satoru’s convince force the two of you to take a walk along the garden, alone. You nod, preparing yourself for what was coming. A moonlit walk, pleasantries, and a ring secured on your finger by the end of the walk.
The two of you walk in silence, a respectable distance between the two of you. You can smell his cologne as you walk next to him, the breeze in the air making the hair on your arms stand up.
You press your hands across your arms, entering the gazebo with Satoru. The two of you take a seat on the bench in the middle, keeping a respectable distance.
“Y/N.”
“Can I say something first?”
He nods, leaning over the bench to meet your eyes. The only light in the gazebo is from the tiny, sparking fairy lights around the interior, the moon shining through the openings on the side. You can’t help but wonder if things were different, that this might have been the happiest moment of your life.
“I would like to be married by name. I figure you have a girlfriend, that girl from the pictures in your room with the scar on her nose, and that’s fine. I’d just like to keep it up for images to satisfy both of our parents, since I figure yours are as relentless as mine.”
The two of you sit in silence, the words hanging in the air. You focus on the lilies growing by the edge of the opening, wilting in the air of the night.
“You’d be okay with that?”
“I was never expecting us to fall in love. We just have to do what we’re asked, keep our own lives outside of it.”
He nods, the silence returning. You can see the gears moving in his head, considering your offer. After a few minutes, he removes a dark green box from his pocket, sliding it over to your side of the bench. You open the box to find a sparkling, modest cut diamond secured around a gold band.
You take it into your hand, taking out the diamond ring and placing it on your ring finger. You stick your hand out, staring at the sparkling ring on your finger.
He shoots you a genuine smile, shaking his hand in yours. Deal.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, Satoru.”
He secures his hand in your own as the two of you walk back down the path. Your parents are all too delighted, everyone pressing warm kisses to your cheek as they take your hand in their own.
The business deal is set. Your parents deal with each other and yours with Satoru. You can feel Saiki’s hand shaking in yours, trying to hide his upsetness at you. You reach down to ruffle his hair, shaking your head at him as the four of you head back home.
You and Satoru are married by the end of the month.
-
“I have a secret.”
You’re currently standing in Satoru’s driveway, your driveway now, with your boxes lined up on the sidewalk. Your parents had insisted that you move in with him, now that you were married. You had to oblige.
All in all, your marriage with Satoru was pleasant. You guys went out to dinner every night, exchanging pleasantries over an expensive meal Satoru bought you. The two of you often shared jokes, trying to ease the tension. He updated you on his relationship with the girl, Utahime was her name, and you talked to him about work. You find out that his relationship is anything but stable, the two of them fighting like it was breathing. He likes to hear about your coworkers, the patients you saw that day, how you like the workplace.
It felt more like hanging out with a friend, but there was always an invisible, silent wall between the two of you. You were married. You had to have kids together. Grow old together. He doesn’t talk about it. Neither do you. You’ll breach that when you get there.
“What’s your secret, Satoru?”
“I have kids.”
“If there’s a zoo animal inside that house, I’ll run you over with my car.”
Satoru loves to prank you. You get irritated with him very easily, which you’re aware goads him on even more, but you can’t help it. He’s an idiot.
But this time, he places his hands on your shoulder, squeezing twice. His sunglasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt, his usually obscured eyes peering into yours. No sign of a joke in them. You gesture to the steps on the porch, the two of you sitting down against them.
“You’re a manwhore? You got a girl pregnant and then had to raise it by yourself?”
“Obviously. The woes of a single father.”
You laugh, leaning your neck back. The sunlight is sprinkling onto your skin through the leaves, the beams kissing your skin. It’s a nice feeling, the breeze tickling the wisps of your hair. You can feel Satoru staring at you through the corner of your eyes and you turn your head to the side to look at him.
“Their dad passed away. I took them in after, just because I didn’t want them to be alone. Their names are Megumi and Tsumiki, they’re five and eight. I really hope you like kids, they’re really well-behaved.”
You turn to face him, narrowing your eyes at him.
“You’re kidding right? Did you just ask me if I like kids?”
“Well yeah, you’re going to be living with them, I was just wondering.”
“Do you ever listen to me when I talk? Do you even know what I do for a job?”
“Um…”
You burst out laughing, the tears rolling through your eyes.
“You’re ridiculous, Satoru Gojo. I’m a pediatrician. Like a baby doctor. Like I full on go to work everyday and see children all day.”
He pushes you over, grumbling about how you were still laughing at him, about how it was an honest mistake to make. When your tears subside, he reaches his hand out to you, pulling you up to enter the room. The two of you shuffle the boxes to the edge of the door and pad into the foyer. Satoru grabs your hand, pulling you in to meet Tsumiki and Megumi.
Tsumiki extends her hand, introducing herself politely to you. You bend down, reaching in your pocket for the lollipops you always had in hand, and don’t miss the glowing smile when you hand it to her. You turn to your side to look at Satoru, whose rolling his eyes at you.
At the sight of Megumi, you can tell he doesn’t look quite right. His face is flushed pink, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He can barely keep his head up, eyes wavering at the sight of you. You reach down, pressing your hand against his forehead.
“Satoru. He’s sick.”
“Are you sure?”
“Satoru, I’m a doctor. Do you have anything on hand?”
At the sound of your words, Satoru enters into a full blown panic, grabbing basically any medicine and blanket he had in the nearby vicinity. You examine him, asking his sister how long he had been feeling this way, laying him down on his back and administering the medications Satoru had brought you.
When things settle down, with Megumi’s eyes fluttering open and Tsumiki running her hands through his hair, you join Satoru in the kitchen behind them. He’s nervously watching the two of them from the back, his eyes still pinched in worry.
You link your arm through his own, preparing the parent pep talk you give your patients every day.
“It’s okay, Satoru. Kids get sick all the time.”
He nods, his eyes still fixed on Megumi.
“It was a good thing I was here, really. He’s going to be okay, I promise.”
Megumi speaks up from the couch, his grumpy voice permeating the air.
“Satoru would have killed me if you weren’t here”
You turn your head to face Satoru, expecting to find annoyance pressed on his face. Instead, he’s broken out into a full smile, shaking your hands in his and thanking you profusely.
“That’s a good sign?”
“Kid always loves to give me attitude. If he’s well enough to make a dig at me, he’s perfectly fine.”
“Can’t blame the kid. I would do it too.”
“First, I get an malevolent kid and then a malevolent wife? No breaks for Satoru Gojo.”
“Woe is you.”
You roll your eyes, joining Megumi back at his side to take his vital signs again. The two of you share a knowing look, ignoring Satoru’s joking pouts and comments in the back.
You can’t help but smile at the two of them, their soft hands clasped in each other as they fall asleep on the couch after a few minutes. After a few minutes, you and Satoru carry them back to their beds, giving each other a high five before heading to your own rooms.
Maybe it won’t be so bad.
-
Satoru comes home late one Friday, well past Tsumiki and Megumi’s bed times. You had to shower and tuck both of them into bed by yourself, which was irritating.
Satoru reserved Friday nights for Utahime, the two of them going on a secret date somewhere in the city. You had met her once, establishing that you had no intentions of doing anything with her boyfriend, which she was all but understanding of.
You figure that she must love him so much that she’s willing to look past it. You get it, you’d do the same if you were her.
If you were in love. In general. Not in love with Satoru, obviously.
He trails in, ten minutes past midnight to find you sprawled against the couch. You’re wrapped in three blankets, your head poking out of your little cocoon.
“You know what sucks? You got some tonight and I got to tuck two kids into bed.”
He trails to the kitchen counter, no stupid remark in response. You get up from your tiny fort, padding into the kitchen where Satoru is standing. He’s eating a box of macaroons, pushing the last one towards you to eat.
The two of you are leaning over the counter, the silence palpable.
“You okay, Toru? Where’s my usual back talk?”
“Mhm. Kind of broke up with Utahime. Don’t feel like it today.”
You push yourself onto the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. The two of you are the same level now, facing opposite directions. You lean your head against his shoulder, linking your hand with his and pressing twice.
“I’m sorry, Satoru. Want to talk about it?”
“She just got upset that I got married, that's all. Didn’t really understand that it was something I had to do. Said I was doing a little bit too much for her to make up for it and she met someone else.”
You nod, the two of you sitting in silence. You stay that way for a while, your head against his shoulder, your hand in his. You’re rubbing small circles into the side of his hand, your fingers tingling at the contact.
“Satoru.”
“Hm?”
“I understand.”
“You do?”
“When I got my heart broken, all I could think about was how I wanted it to be him so bad. He meant everything to me and I’d do anything to be the one next to him.”
“Heartbroken? You never told me that.”
“Yeah. It was a few years ago. He didn’t feel the same about me as I did about him.I]”
“Did you date anyone after?”
“I waited for someone, the person who was meant for me. I kind of gave up as time went on, swearing off of it all together. It’s partially why I struck the deal I did with you. If I was going to be forced to marry someone, he could at least be someone nice, a friend I could keep.”
He sits quietly, pondering your words. He’s leaned his head against yours, the two of you sitting quietly. The only sound is your breaths, inhaling and exhaling in sync.
“You think I’m nice?”
“I’m not soothing your ego.”
“Rude. I’m wounded Y/N.”
You poke the side of his cheek, rolling your eyes at him. You move closer into his embrace, now tangled in his arms. You can hear him whispering against your hair, his lips against your forehead.
“Did it hurt? When he left?”
“Yeah. But, someone told me something and it’s always stuck with me since then. I guess I was trying really hard to make it work, but things like this always sort themselves on their own.”
“What do you mean?”
“The right people were always going to stay. If Utahime and Getou were the right people, they’d still be here, Satoru.”
The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed against each other. Tsumiki and Megumi trail in at the sound of Satoru’s voice, pressing themselves against your legs.
You all sleep together in Satoru’s bed that night. You ignore the stinging in your chest at the thought of Satoru hurting.
-
You can feel your phone buzzing on the counter, as you tuck the last bit of flowers into Tsumiki’s hair.
toru: hurry up
toru: this kid is gonna shit his pants and i think im scaring him
you: omfg don’t tell me you gave the poor kid a pep talk
toru: kind of. told him id throttle him if tsumiki doesn’t come back from the dance with a smile on her face.
you: satoru gojo, i will hurt you. leave the poor baby alone.
Tsumiki turns around, her pale pink dress falling to her sides. You hear Satoru’s footsteps down the hallway, glaring at him as he joins you two at the door of the bathroom.
“Don’t tell me you left him alone at the dinner table.”
“Megumi is there. He’s staring him down real good.”
You and Tsumiki glare at Satoru and you turn back to Tsumiki to give her the final touches. You press your shiny pink lip gloss in her little hands, settling her hair down as you stand up. You and Satoru move out of the hallway, about to find your way back to the room, but Tsumiki stops you in your wake.
Her hand is pressed against yours, pulling you down.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing, Miss Miki. What’s up?”
“Do you think I’m pretty, Y/N?”
“What? Of course, I do Tsumiki. You look lovely. I’m sure Ethan will love it.”
She gives you a shy smile, her eyes wavering on uneasiness.
“You’re very pretty, Tsumiki. I love your dress and your eyes are all sparkly the way you like. Just have fun out there okay? If you’re not having fun with Ethan, you can always have fun with your friends instead.”
She nods, pressing her body against your frame. You squeeze her tight in your frame, Satoru eyeing the two of you on the ground.
“Thanks for always being here, Y/N. I love you.”
Tsumiki lets you go, running off into the kitchen where Ethan is very shyly handing her the little corsage he bought her for the dance. You turn to Satoru, the two of you watching him in the kitchen.
“She loves me.”
“Are you dense? You do know Tsumiki and Megumi both love you right?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t entirely sure of it. I figured they might, but I never thought they’d actually say it to me.”
You pull out your camera, snapping pictures of Tsumiki and Ethan as they press their little flowers to each other’s clothes. Ethan’s parents are waiting in the driveway. They’re driving them to the dance and you and Satoru will be picking them up.
You follow them into the driveway, waving goodbyes as the car makes its way down the road.
“Did you like school dances, Y/N?”
“I never really went, Satoru. No one ever asked me.”
“What? Not even Prom?”
You shake your head, facing away from him as you pull out the dinner the two of you were going to eat. Ice cream. Satoru’s idea, obviously.
“Why didn’t you go?”
“It’s kind of stupid, Satoru.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“You’re keeping secrets? From your husband? Who is he?”
You laugh, playfully pushing him. He gives you a smile, locking his fingers with yours.
“Cmon, tell daddy. I won’t make fun.”
“You’re disgusting. I’m filing for divorce.”
“As if.”
You look down at your hands, his pale, nimble fingers interlocked with yours.
“It’s just stupid. I wanted to go really badly, have my whole special moment. A guy who asks me to the dance, brings me a corsage, matches the color of my dress, and we dance while drinking cheap beer out of solo cups. But no one wanted to do it with me.”
He turns his head to the side, staring down at you.
“Forget it. You’re dumbass was probably Prom King for all I know. You wouldn’t get it.”
You lean against the counter, digging your spoon right into the center of the tub of ice cream, rather angrily, reliving the stupid, pitiful feeling of your teen years.
“I was Prom King.”
“Of course.”
“Hey. I’m sorry you didn’t get your moment, Y/N.”
“I’m glad Tsumiki has someone to do it with. You know, make her feel special, like she’s only girl in the room and all that.”
He presses his forehead against yours, reaching for your spoon to eat some of the ice cream with you. You swat his hand away, which he pouts at.
“It was still a good day. Tsumiki said she loves me.”
“I thought you were kidding about that. Did you really not know that we love you?”
“We?”
“Y/N. You know I love you right?”
You shrug your shoulders, staring at his blue eyes. He cups your face in his hands, squishing your face.
“As smart as you are, you’re really stupid sometimes you know that? How could I not love my wife?”
“You’re stupid.”
-
You pick up your phone, shooting a text underneath your desk.
you: satoru.
lanky ass mf: yes, oh beloved wife of mine?
you: sleep in the sewage, you gutter rat.
you: I forgot my white coat and my badge at home, can you pLS PLS PLS DROP IT OFF AT THE OFFICE I NEED IT
lanky ass mf: first you call me a gutter rat and then ask me for a favor?
lanky ass mf: no I love you? no light of my life, king of my heart, body, and soul?
you: I will skin you where you stand. PLS JUST BRING WHAT I ASKED
lanky ass mf: ask nicely and i’ll drop it off on the way to work.
you: oh beloved, dear old husband of mine. everyday, my love for you grows exponentially. if you could please spare me some kindness out of your cold, pitiful heart of yours and bring me my white coat in my badge, it would be much appreciated sweet thing
lanky ass mf: i’ll ignore the insult that you threw in there and bring it over in ten, oh lovely wife of mine.
you: ty satoru :DDD
lanky ass mf: ur welcome, sexy :’)
you: wanted: y/n l/n wanted for the vicious, gruesome murder of satoru gojo.
“lanky ass mf disliked your message”
You set down your phone, burying your head in your hands. The practice had been busier as of late, a viral bug passing around all of your patients. And on top of that, you had left your white coat and your badge - which you needed to round - at home. You can feel the tension headache setting in your forehead, bringing your fingers to your temple to soothe it down.
Tsumiki had a field trip today. Satoru dropped her off bright and early but she forgot her permission slip at home. You had to rush over to the school, nearly running onto the school bus to get Tsumiki’s slip in on time.
As promised, Satoru prances in twenty minutes later, your whitecoat and badge in his right hand and a bouquet of tulips in his left hand.
Asshole. You had framed a photo of Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki from your birthday and placed it on your desk. The three of them planned a surprise dinner for your birthday and you loved the pictures so much you just had to frame one for your office.
The problem was that ever since then, all your coworkers could talk about is how handsome your husband was. WIth his white hair, sparkling blue eyes - all they could go on about was how beautiful he looked and how cute your kids were. Multiple of them had asked you how he was in bed, which you ignored. Obviously.
You had mentioned it to Satoru in passing, which you’re sure prompted the tulips in his hand. And you know that egomaniac was about to have a field day.
He comes to your side, not missing the shining smiles on your coworkers faces, as he places the tulips in front of you. He beckons you to stand up, holding your white coat open for you to pull your arms in.
You give him a glare as you pull it on and Satoru clips your badge to the pocket.
“I hate you, Satoru Gojo.”
“I love you, sweet pea.”
You can hear your coworkers cooing quietly behind you, walking up to dote on Satoru for bringing you flowers. You can feel him drinking up the attention, giving everyone charming smiles as he secures his arm around your waist.
“Imagine if I told them all you had a girlfriend when you married me.” you whisper in his ear.
He frowns, prodding his fingers into your forehead.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Watch me.”
Satoru places the flowers at the head of your desk, dropping a glass box filled with the noodles you had last night for dinner. He leans over the counter, whispering at you as you fill out the charts for the day.
“Take a break for lunch later and eat this. I’m tired of you coming home hangry and taking it out on me.”
You take the box from him, rolling your eyes before shooting him a smile.
“Thank you, Toru. I appreciate it.”
He smiles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before running out of the office. Asshole.
You look down at the tupperware, a sticky note pressed on top.
eat up silly wife - satoru <3
You take the post-it off, pressing it against the frame holding the picture.
-
“Why did your parents want to meet us again?”
You and Satoru are currently standing on the porch of his parents house, dressed up for the occasion. Satoru’s wearing a buttoned up white shirt, rolled up to his forearms again. He’s wearing a light green tie, intending to match the green, silk dress you had decided to wear.
He asked you to look your best, because he was going to ask his parents for something really important. He said bringing you would be his best bet, so that they feel more inclined to say yes at the perfect sight of the two of you.
“I thought your parents were in Bali. Did they come back early?”
“Yeah. They hated the animals so they came back.”
“The what?”
Satoru reaches forward, ringing the doorbell. The door is opened immediately, the servants answering the door. You wave hello to them all, making your way to the garden where Satoru was leading you.
His hand is clasped in yours, firmly, as he leads you to the back gazebo. He takes you to the direct center, where the two of you had first made your deal, and turns to face you.
“So.”
“So.”
“My parents aren’t here.”
“I gathered that.”
“Don’t talk back.”
He reaches towards the back of the gazebo, pulling out a plastic box. In the box, there’s a matching corsage and boutonniere, pink flowers surrounded by baby’s breath. You take the box in your hand, meeting his gaze.
“You never got to have your moment. Figured I’d give it to you now.”
You smile, opening the plastic box. Satoru takes the corsage out first, securing it against your wrist. He lifts your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles as he does so. You avoid the blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the rest of the flowers out of the box.
You pin the boutonniere against his shirt, smiling at him. You’re unsure when Tsumiki and Megumi joined you, but the flash of Tsumiki’s camera catches you off guard. You give the two of them a smile and they run off hand in hand, leaving the two of you alone again.
“Like it?”
“Love it. They’re very pretty, Satoru. Thank you.”
He reaches back, pulling out a little juke box. He presses play, Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud playing out of the speaker.
“Did you really pick this song?”
“You wanted your moment. That includes dancing to a cheesy, Ed Sheeran song.”
“You could have left that part out.”
He grabs your hands, placing them around his neck as he secures his own around your waist.
“Nope. Giving you the most authentic, real moment I can.”
The two of you sway, laughing into each other's neck as the song goes on. The song transitions, Taylor Swift’s Sweet Nothing blasting out of the little speaker. You press yourself against his chest, the two of you hugging as you dance in the moonlight.
“I’ve got one more thing for you.”
He reaches out, pulling out a little plastic tiara for you. He secures it on top of your head, pressing your hair down.
“I don’t get it.”
“You’re Prom Queen!”
You press yourself against him again, your cheeks burning against his chest.
“You’re stupid, Satoru.”
“You love it.”
You do love it. The tiara, the dancing, him. You love him.
The two of you return to swaying, your faces a few feet away from each others. You stare into his glimmering eyes, smiling at him. He returns your smile, rolling his eyes at your cheesiness.
“You don’t have a crown.”
“Yeah. Figured if I got to be Prom King and you didn’t during high school, then you get to be Prom Queen right now and I don’t. Even it out.”
“Boo.”
“It’s okay. I know I’m the king of your heart anyways.”
You feel your chest clench, his words sinking into your chest.
“You are.”
“What?”
“The king of my heart. Body and soul, all that cheesy stuff you say.”
“Don’t lead me on. That’s cruel, even for you little lady.”
You stop swaying, bringing your hands down to his.
“I’m being serious. You’re special to me. I was waiting for someone all my life, who made me feel special. That person is you.”
He’s staring into your eyes, the shock spreading across his face.
“You don’t have to feel the same way as me. It’s okay.”
He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You’re caught off guard, his hands pulling you closer.
“Toru.”
“Y/N.”
“Do you love me?”
“You’re impossible. I just kissed you.”
“I don’t know. I was a little confused, I guess.”
“I love you, Y/N. You’re my sweet, sweet girl.”
You can feel yourself blushing at his words, trying to fight the doubt settling in your mind.
“Utahime?”
“I thought about what you said. And I realized that the only person who stays by my side is you - through an arranged marriage, two kids I sprung on you, and a literal girlfriend. The right person was you, just took me a second to realize.”
The two of you stand in silence, the lights flickering above you.
“Satoru?”
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Can you kiss me again?”
He’s all too happy to oblige. He lifts you up, slotting his mouth against yours again. You can feel his hands shaking against your face, his lips desperately pressed around yours.
“Calm down. I’m right here.”
“Cut me some slack. I’ve been waiting to kiss my wife for months now.”
You feel Tsumiki and Megumi return to your side, the two of them sporting cheeky grins at the two of you. Megumi presses something into the small of you hand and you feel for it in your fingers realizing what it was.
A ring.
“Toru.”
“Yes, sweet girl?”
He’s cradling your face and you can’t help but feel like this was going to be the happiest moment of your life. Your face in his hands, your kids hugging you against your legs, smiling at each other.
You hold the ring out, balancing it between your fingers.
“Marry me?”
You slip the ring onto his finger, the two of you walking out of the garden hand in hand like you did the first time.
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part two based on enchanted linked here
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the day you write sfw and nsfw for seunghan is the day I buy a lottery ticket
SFW — seunghan is someone who absolutely loves to baby you, he finds comfort in knowing that he can take care of you and that you can let your guard down around him. he loves whenever you curl up onto his lap and play with his fingers as you rest your head on his chest. or whenever he transfers you from the couch to the bed, your arms reaching up at him to carry you. he'd grin and let out a soft chuckle at your actions, mumbling an i love you every single time.
— whenever seunghan is apart from you, he finds himself thinking about you everywhere. wherever he goes, there's reminders of you. if he sees a necklace he thinks you'd like, he's quick to purchase it, thinking about how pretty you'll look in it. or when he tries a new dish or restaurant and immediately thinks of taking you there so you could experience it too.
— seunghan loves being intimate in the littlest ways, he'd lift you up on the counter so that his hands rest on your hips for just a moment. or when your hands get cold, he'd grab them and blow hot air into them to warm them up. or how he looks at you when you're wearing one of his shirts or hoodies, heart eyes popping out of his skull as he looks at you. he gets so gushy, thinking you've never looked better. seunghan is a very physical touch & words of affirmation guy.
— he loves to smother you in kisses, even if you are annoyed or tired just because he can't help how cute you look. compliments rush one after the other, he throws nonstop praises in your direction. seunghan often likes to shower with you, and he's so gentle when he does. it's completely nonsexual, just the two of you relaxing after a long day with a hot shower. his lips would press soft kisses on your shoulder as he reaches for the shampoo. he is the biggest loverboy ever and would aim to give you flowers every single week, with a meaning behind the plants attached to them.
— arguments don't happen with seunghan very much, he's very understanding and communicative. in the few moments he is upset about something, he makes it obvious and when he musters up the courage to tell you, he does so. the last thing he wants is to go to bed angry or for distance to grow between the two of you because one person can't cooperate. seunghan would find himself feeling insecure if you give him a lack of attention, whether that is to someone else or from anything in your personal life. so he requires a lot of reassurance that you're not going anywhere.
NSFW — one thing about seunghan is that he can be pretty flexible when it comes to roles in bed. he won't mind if he's providing a more dominant role or if you want him to be the submissive one. he is very 50/50, all he sees is that he's getting pleasure at the end of the day and the way he gets it is not a concern.
— on the dominant spectrum, seunghan loves doggystyle due to the sight of your ass bouncing against his cock. he'd have a firm grip on your sides, watching as he kneads and slaps your ass as he fucks you from behind. he loves to bend down and press kisses onto your shoulder from behind as his cock fills you up inside. seunghan loves to fuck you full of his cum, he'd pull out for his cum to shoot out directly into your hole before fucking himself back into you.
— seunghan's guilty pleasure is making you watch yourself as he fucks you, whether that is through a mirror or recording a video and playing it back as your own personal porn movie. he'd be so gentle with his touch, caressing your body so softly which contrasts as to how he fucks you. he doesn't mean to be rough but he loses his mind when he's inside of you, the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock is too much to handle but he ensures you cum first before he does.
— on the submissive side, seunghan loves whenever you play with his nipples. he can be sensitive when it comes to his body, so licking or flicking at his nipples causes him to whine at your actions. he's easy to overstimulate but he loves it so much, the way you continue to pump orgasm after orgasm out of him even after his pleas to slow down or pause. his cock could be red and twitching in your hand, cum dribbling down his length but he'd still ask for another orgasm. he wants you to use him as much as you want to.
— seunghan loves to be praised with a bit of degradation too, he knows how sex driven he can be sometimes so whenever you call him out for being so desperate and needy like a whore, he melts at the name. or you'd caress his cheek as you grind against his abused cock, dragging yet another orgasm out of him. loves whenever you bend down to shove your tits in his mouth, his hands would paw at them and he'd suck on them so well. he'd stare back at you with watery eyes, only for you to coo at him and call him a pretty boy, his tears staining the pillow.
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Starving
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader
Word Count: 3,526
Warnings: smut, slight exhibitionism, kissing, touching, spit, overstimulation, head, slight mentions of spanking, drinking, being drunk, I think thats everything and as always 18+ MDNI!!!
Summary: “Baby, I can’t wait until we’re home. I’m starving.”
It’s no secret that Jake has money. Thinking about the 0s in his bank account makes your head spin and Jake loves to spoil you. About an hour ago he gave you a little hint about your evening plans, “go get dressed up nice babydoll, I’m taking you out.”
Getting ready to go out like this was always exciting, even if you were unsure of the location. You locked yourself in the bathroom and took the time to get perfect, making sure not a single hair was out of place. You picked out a satin dress of deep burgundy, one of Jake's favorites, the one that falls just above your knees and hugs your body in all the right places. Over the dress, a sheer lace black shawl paired with black heels and a black handbag. Your hair is pinned back in a low bun with two curled pieces hanging perfectly by your ears.
Your phone vibrates on the bathroom counter and you see a text from Jake.
Jake 💍💕
Leaving in 5, can’t wait to see what you’re wearing 😘
Oh shit 5 minutes. You quickly swipe a thin layer of eyeliner across your lash line, a coat of mascara, just a touch of blush, and a little bit of highlight on the end of your nose. Also some silver earrings and a red lip to match the color of the dress. Finally, you press some perfume behind your ears and a little bit on your wrists.
You take one last look in the mirror and smile at the pretty face smiling right back. Stepping out of the bathroom, you see Jake on the bed looking at his phone. Upon hearing the door open, he immediately tosses it to the side like it's some piece of junk and moves to stand. His eyebrows raise as he walks closer. He takes his time looking you up and down, taking in every little detail, eyes lingering on your thighs.
“Baby.” There’s just a hint of desperation in his voice and his lips curl into a sinister smile.
He places his hands on your hips and pulls you in to kiss you but you turn your head at the last movement. He pulls back, brows pinch together in confusion.
“Lipstick!”
He shakes his head and laughs to himself. “Oh you are so gonna regret that.” He smacks your ass. “Come on, let's go.”
You both walk outside to wait by the curb and Jake pulls out his phone, probably to check on your ride. Now it's your turn to look him up and it’s clear he’s taken some time to get ready, himself. He wears a dark blue cloth shirt, held together by only two buttons and simple black slacks with the faintest pinstriped lines. His hair, parted to the side and freshly shampooed, shines under the moonlight and a single atocha coin necklace adorns his perfectly tanned chest. He looks so effortlessly perfect, and expensive. That’s the Jake Kiszka charm, laid back but dripping with sex, and he knows it.
He puts his phone back in his pocket and returns his attention to you. You let him place a little kiss on your cheek and you interlock your fingers with his. Only a few minutes pass before your ride arrives.
Your jaw practically drops in shock as a shiny black limo pulls onto your street. You look at Jake and he’s watching the limo as well, smirking. He walks to the side and opens the door for you.
“M’ Lady.” He holds his hand out and you take it as you carefully step into the back seat. He’s not far behind you and you both settle in as the door shuts.
The limo has one long seat covered in leather and a table in the middle with a vase of colorful flowers. He picks out a tiny red rose and tucks it behind your ear.
“This is nice right?” He says, still smirking.
“Yes I.. I don’t even know what to say, this is so nice Jake.” You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close.
For the rest of the short ride, Jake flirts with you, whispering into your ear, kissing you on your neck, and other little acts of affection, all while sliding his hand slowly up and down your thigh. When you pull into the parking lot and exit the vehicle, you and Jake walk hand in hand to the door of the restaurant.
“Good evening sir, are you Jake Kiszka?”
“Yes, that's me.” Jake looks to you, flashing his perfect teeth, you know how he likes to be called sir.
This place is nice. The tables are lined with a white table cloth each with a set of dimly lit candles. The live Jazz band plays a soft ballad in the back.
When the hostess leads you to your table, Jake pulls out your chair for you and you take a seat. Even the chairs are fancy, varnished wood and padding of a dark black color. You take a closer look around and see that the restaurant is mostly made up of other couples, mostly older ones. You two seem to be the youngest people here in fact. Yougest people to be able to afford it no doubt.
A cute brunette waitress approaches the table, and immediately seeing Jake, her eyes widen. Trying to play it off she quickly introduces herself as Katie. Then she hands you both menus and reads out the specials. Her eyes are practically glued to Jakes the whole time. Katie leaves the table but when she walks away she does a double take before going into the kitchen.
You roll your eyes when she finally turns and Jake is looking all too smug.
“Wow she was not subtle.” You say.
“Yeah.” He laughs. “I think I actually heard her whimper when I said thank you.” You laugh and he sends you a wink before returning to the menu.
You both decide on a nice bottle of red to start and she returns shortly taking your orders.
Jake leans forward as he orders, smiling sweetly at her as she takes the wine menu. “Thank you Katie.” He sends her one of his heart stopping, teeth flashing smiles and she blushes and looks at the floor.
“Thanks, I mean… sorry I-I'll have that right out for you!” She scampers away nervously as the two of you try to stifle your laughter. She comes back just a minute later with a bottle of some expensive looking french wine. Chalk it up to Jake to pick out something like that. She sets the bottle chilled in ice, down and walks away very quickly.
Jake fills up your glass very generously and you take a sip. You’ve never been too critical of wine. As long as it's red, you’ll drink it but you have to admit, this is delicious. Jake seems to feel the same way, given his similar satisfied expression. You look over the food menu and finally decide on the spaghetti and when Katie comes back Jake says, “We were waiting for you Katie.”
She laughs, too loud, and then straightens out. “Alright what would you like to start off with?”
Jake nods at her, holding eye contact and smirking. Oh the poor girl.
“Yes I'll have the spaghetti and my fiancé will be having the same.” He hands her the menus, slightly brushing his hand against hers.
You can hear her breath literally catch in her throat and she takes both of your menus and descends once more.
“Wow Jake, that was a little evil. Now she’s gonna have to wait hours until the end of her shift to relieve herself.” He giggles.
After your food arrives at the table, and you’ve each had a little bit more wine, you let yourselves fall into a comfortable silence while eating. The food is delicious and it pairs perfectly with the wine. You can taste the fresh tomato and basil. After you’re both done with the small portion, you finish your glass and Jake fills it right back to the top. You can tell he’s on his third glass already by the way his cheeks are flushed and he keeps staring at you, looking at your lips and chest.
You’re starting to feel it a little too. Your body feels lighter and relaxes into the cushion. You stare into his eyes as you sip on the sweet red liquid. As it enters your system you start to feel looser too. You almost knock over your glass reaching for the salt but Jake grabs it and sprinkles some over your plate for you. As he does so he leans in and curls his finger at you. You move forward and turn so that he whispers right into your ear. “You look so gorgeous y/n. I’m having a hard time controlling myself.” He sits back in his chair and winks at you. The raspiness of his voice ignites something in you and you move your leg to brush against his, desperate for any sort of touch.
You look up to find him trying to contain his smirk as his foot meets yours and travels up the inside of your leg. He moves a little higher and you send him a look as if to say, ‘we’re really doing this right now?’ His lips curl into an evil looking smile and he slowly nods his head.
After a few minutes of staring each other down and playing under the table, you feel your patience growing thin and the tension getting stronger. Where is this waitress with the check so we can get the fuck out of here?
Jake relaxes back in the chair, moving his shoulders up to stretch as he does so. He looks so sexy when he rests his forearm on the table and puts his other elbow up, resting his chin in his hand. You quickly finish the rest of your wine and pour yourself another glass. Your mind starts to slip away, thinking things you shouldn’t be thinking of in public, but Jake’s is already there. You continue to stare, eye fucking each other until the waitress returns with the check.
Jake never looks away from you, never breaks the stare as he opens his wallet and takes out a few bills. He doesn’t even check the amount, he couldn’t be bothered, he knows the crisp hundreds he’s pulled out will do the trick. He always carries cash with him, no matter the impracticality of it, it is the Jake kiszka way. He puts the money on the table and slides it towards Katie.
“Skipping dessert tonight?”
“Desert is waiting for me at home.” Oh fuck.
That shuts her up and she looks nervously from you to Jake as he smirks, still staring into your eyes. He playfully kicks your foot under the table. After the bill is paid and Jake gives her a generous tip, you both stand. Jake immediately wraps his arm around your waist, tightly holding you to him. You can see the jealousy in her eyes as you move away from the small table.
Walking towards the door of the restaurant proves to be a difficult task. It's almost as though you’ve partially lost control of your legs, they feel like jelly. However, Jake walks tall and proud and in turn, holds you up as you exit the building. When you get outside, the same limo is already waiting for you.
As soon as the door is closed and you are both concealed in the back seat, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in to kiss him. You kiss him back as you throw your leg over to straddle his lap. You place your hand on the back of his head, moving your fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling, holding onto anything. Your heart rate starts to pick up as you kiss him back with more fervor. You both fall into a perfect rhythm, pulling back and forth, bodies pressed tightly to one another. With his other hand he grabs onto your thigh, kneading into the skin and working his way up higher. A second heartbeat starts to form and you’re aching to get home.
You pull back to take a breath and you both just stare at each other for a moment, chests rising and falling heavily. His lips curl into a smile and you move in to kiss him more softly. Your lips meet in a slow embrace, moving your heads in unison as your tongue slips past his lips. He lets out a soft hum and you pull away again.
He whispers into your ear, “Baby, I can’t wait until we’re home. I’m starving.”
For the rest of the ride, he’s trying to refrain from fucking you right there but he touches you like he’s addicted. He brings his face to your neck hungry breathing in your scent. He mutters a low “fuck” that you can barely hear and holds you, placing sloppy drunken kisses along the length of your neck, licking and sucking at any exposed skin he can find. His hand reaches around to clamp your mouth shut, preventing you from making any noise in front of the blissfully unaware driver.
After what seems like hours, the limo pulls up to your house and you exit, walking hurriedly towards the door, the result of the heated car ride evident between your legs. Jake is hot on your trail as you fumble with the lock on the door. The second you’re both inside he crashes his lips into yours with force almost knocking you off your feet. He holds you steadily as he walks you backward towards the living room. Once your back is pressed against the wall he pushes his body into yours and you can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your stomach.
In his drunken state, his movements are messy and uncalculated but he moves swiftly and with purpose. His hands travel down from your breasts to the bottom of your dress where he roughly pulls the fabric up and hikes it around your hips. Jake pulls away and smirks looking down at the lacey pair of painties you picked out. He drops to his knees until his eyes are level with your cunt. He looks absolutely taken by you, as he looks you over hungrily. He looks up to your face with dark lustful eyes and your breath catches in your throat. The way he looks up at you from his submissive position mixed with the dominance in his glare sets your body on fire. You can feel yourself pulsing, aching to be touched.
With no warning, he roughly pulls your panties to the side and attaches his mouth to you, burying his face in your cunt. His expression softens at the mere taste of you and he whimpers against your clit. Your hips buck up into his mouth from the harsh vibration and a moan of your own ripples through you.
You swear that he does this for his own pleasure rather than yours. The way he looks when he's enjoying you like this… eyes shut in concentration, the thin line of sweat forming at his forehead, the moans of his own. It seems like you're not even there, like the only thing that matters to him is your taste.
He pulls away and spits right onto your clit, his eyes never leaving your center. The visual itself is one you wish to remember for the rest of time. He crashes his lips back into you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and over you. The sensation builds and builds and you know you’re teetering over the edge. You pull your hips back slightly and his hands find their way around your waist pulling you onto his mouth, holding you there.
He speeds up his movements, sending a jolt of electricity through you and you grab onto whatever you can, which happens to be his head as he continues to devour you. His arms tighten around you and he flattens his tongue moving his head back and forth against your clit. The noises it makes are obscene but neither of you could possibly begin to care. He stops moving all together and you don’t even realize you're rocking into him chasing your release until he squeezes you tighter forcing you to stop.
He slips his tongue inside you, rubbing his nose against your clit with every nod. His tongue curls deep inside you and your leg twitches involuntarily at the soft pressure of his nose against your clit. He slows his movements, allowing you to find your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let yourself feel every little sensation. The small flicks of his tongue, the way his nose feels against your center, his hands gripping into your skin, sure to leave bruises.
This new mix of pleasure carries you further to the edge until you’re almost letting go but at the last second, he pulls away. You groan with disappointment and he opens his eyes, narrowing in on you. He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes as he sticks out his tongue, carefully delivering a slow lick from your center right up to your clit where he swirles his tongue around.
He looks so innocent.
You hiss as he repeats the action a couple more times, your legs start to tremble. He starts to move a little faster now, licking tight circles around your clit. Your whole body feels white hot and you’re so close you know it's only seconds before you fall apart. He knows it too, you can see it on his face. His expression changes, his eyes glossing over and turning dark, the look he gives you says, ‘Give it to me. Now.’
He nods his head slightly as he pulls your clit into his mouth. You feel his tongue moving in fast circles and ever so softly, he closes his teeth around the sensitive bud. That's what does it. You grab fistfuls of his hair as your body shakes around his mouth. You’re being transported into another world, entirely unaware that you're chanting his name into the room. He licks over you as you ride your high, no end in sight.
After a surprisingly long time, you feel yourself coming down but Jake has other plans for you. His gaze is locked on yours as he moves even faster and harder. You feel your pleasure starting to turn into overstimulation but there is no cease in his movements. Your legs start to shake more aggressively and you can’t seem to stop.
You manage to choke out “Jake… it’s.. it's too much” but he dismisses you with a simple shake of his head and he begins to move even faster. He growls into your soaked cunt and he seems to be lost in his own pleasure too.
His tongue moves fast, buried deep in you soaking up anything he can. It’s like he's starved for you and he can’t move fast enough to collect every last drop on his tongue.
Your second orgasm hits you like a train, pulling you under faster than you could ever have imagined. This time you can hardly hear anything as your whole body goes limp against his kneeling frame. Time doesn't exist and your screams fill the air as he holds you steadily. Your whole body is shaking and you hold the back of his head so tightly you’re afraid you might hurt him. “Fuck fuck fuck” falls from your lips like a mantra, the pleasure is overwhelming and is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.
After you possibly can't take it for another second you pull his face away and he gasps for air like he was drowning in you… which he sort of was. Jake looks up at you, covered and shining with your release. His chest heaves up and down as he looks over you with a satisfied smirk.
“Good job baby, I knew you could do it.”
As your breathing starts to calm down he returns his attention to your cunt. He takes his time slowly cleaning up the mess he's made, dragging his tongue from your clit to where your cum drips down your inner thigh making sure not a single drop is left. He detaches just for a moment to say, “you taste fucking fantastic” and soon his kitten licks turn into kisses and he makes his way up placing little pecks along your stomach.
Suddenly tiredness washes over you and standing becomes impossible. The alcohol still swirls around in your system as you feel like you could collapse. Jake gently fixes your dress and scoops you up, princess carrying you to your shared bedroom where he will clean you up and get you ready for bed. He laughs, somewhat taunting you but really, he thinks you’re adorable.
“Tired, my love?”
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✨Guillermo and Nandor’s Wedding✨
“My sweet, sweet Guillermo”
“My Nandor”
ID: There are three variations of the same image of Guillermo and Nandor at their wedding. Guillermo is standing in front of Nandor leaning into him with both hands rested on his chest and is looking up lovingly into his eyes. His nose is brushed up against Nandor’s. Though they are standing in moonlight they are bathed in the warm glow of their love. Guillermo is wearing a formal vest with a black shiny silk back and a dark grey front over a white plain shirt. He is wearing formal black pants with a decorative red stripe down the leg and brown shiny leather shoes. Nandor is also leaning into Guillermo his hands on either side of his face. The hand we see is just lightly curled into his hair as if he just tucked an errant curl behind Guillermo’s ear. Nandor is hovering so close to Guillermo it is clear that this is a moment before a kiss. Nandor’s wedding attire is very detailed and lavish.
He is wearing a gold shirt and striped turquoise and gold pants. Over this is a formal lace gown tied at the waist with a long gold sash. The lace has a repeating flower pattern that sits over the top of his clothing creating a translucent effect through which you can see the clothes underneath. Around his neck he is wearing necklaces with rubies, emeralds and pearls. He also has a gold chains around his biceps with a large ruby at the centre and pearls on either side. On his wrist he is wearing pearls and on his hand his largest ring. He has a decorative sword at his hip with a red and gold sheath. He is wearing mustard yellow sandals.
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If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness. (Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus - Mary Shelley, 1818)
heres part two of my 223 years of fashion series! we're well into the regency era now and we see what's mostly associated with this era: spencer jackets, neoclassical silhouettes, and lots of curls. you see more trim and design in this era, as well as a popularization of fur due to napoleonic spread in eastern europe. you'll also notice that a lot of things in this era are slowly getting wider and larger: sleeves, skirts, hats... the elegant simplicity of the regency starts to transition into early victorian shapes.
see 1800-1809 here
cc links under the cut!
see my resources page!
bambi - simsbrush's andrea hair / simstrouble's candace butterflies / sifix's priscilla dress (tsr download) / vibrantpixel's lede gloves
beatrix - la-sims-society's lizzy hair / yakfarm's duchess pearl necklace / sifix's beatrice dress (tsr download)
bhumi - linzlu's birthday bonnet / serenity-cc's karol low bun / royaltysimblr's regency spencer dress / dissia's amy accessory sleeves (tsr download) / gilded-ghosts' hartfield boots
bianca - okruee's venus hair / peebsplays' regency pearl tiara / maushasi's acc. lace top (search 'lace', accessory included in file) / clepysdra's pasiphae dress / simsonico's shining nikki shy lady gloves conversion
bjela - gilded-ghosts' woodhouse bonnet, bennet bun, sensibility skirt, and charlotte spencer jacket / dancemachinetrait's jane flats
blesille - leeleesims1's in the groove hair / vintagesimstress's 1815 emma ball gown / evellsims' mx. sinister gloves / dancemachinetrait's caroline flats
bonnie - linzlu's fancy bonnet / serenity-cc's karol low bun / simverses' fur cape converstion / zeussims' anne dress / dancemachinetrait's kitty flats
bridgette - gilded-ghosts' bennet bun / zeussim's phuong hat / barbieaiden's transparent shirt (accessory) / batsfromwesteros's black evening gown / dissia's aiyana accessory sleeves (tsr download) / dancemachinetrait's caroline flats
bunny - elfdor's acanthus-sims flowered bergere hat recolor / serenity-cc's karol low bun / historicalsimslife's emma regency dress / dancemachinetrait's pemberley gloves
byrony - serenity-cc's karol low bun / elfdor's regency dress #1 / honeycuts' raffia shoes
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Venus as a Boy
-> hyunjin x m!/gn!reader (can be read either way)
-> bf!hyunjin , established relationship
-> dumb domestic fluff
-> getting ready for an event !!
-> bullying each other a little bit (lovingly)
-> reader's a fucking SIMP
"babe you gotta sit still or else i'm never gonna be able to finish doing your makeup-" hyunjin stills again, but you can tell he's having a hard time not moving around.
you sigh and turn back to the vanity, cleaning off the eyeshadow brush you'd been using. "look," you turn, gesturing at him with the brush, "we can take a break and i can do my own makeup if you don't mess up yours in the meantime."
he nods quickly and almost jumps up from the chair, stretching dramatically. though, to be fair, everything he does is dramatic.
you hand him a hairbrush, "here, so i don't have to listen to you whining about me doing it."
he takes the brush and moves to stand next to you in front of the vanity mirror, brushing his hair out as you make quick work of your own makeup. he seems shocked at how fast you work, and you snort.
"see the thing is i'm not wiggling around constantly." he just rolls his eyes and finishes brushing his hair.
you point to the chair he'd been in before, "alright, i can finish your makeup quickly if you'll hold still, same thing with your hair."
he nods, "i'll stay put."
you pick up a larger makeup brush, carefully dusting pale pink blush over his cheeks and the tip of his nose. a couple slight adjustments to his eyeshadow and kohl on his waterline, you step back to assess your work.
you're still shocked by how gorgeous your boyfriend is, even though you've been dating for over a year now and have known each other even longer. he catches you staring and winks, and you snap out of your daze.
"alright, your hair shouldn't take too long, assuming you can sit still for like ten minutes." he nods and you grab a spool of thin, white satin ribbon and a rat tail comb.
you quickly and carefully section his hair, after clipping one side up, you take a length of ribbon and tie it to a small elastic, then tie the other section up into a small ponytail.
you section the ponytail into three pieces, braiding the ribbon in with the center strand. when you're done you take another small elastic and secure the braid, then trim the excess ribbon and repeat the process on the other side.
"alrighty, should be done."
he turns to look in the mirror, then immediately turns back and gives you a kiss. "i love it."
the white ribbon stands out beautifully against his dark hair, and his white suit pants and button-down shirt make him look even better. you're once again astonished by how ethereal he is.
you roll your eyes slightly, but can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "okay mr charmer, go get your jacket and i'll be down in a second."
he nods and gives you another kiss before turning and disappearing into the hallway outside the bedroom.
turning back to the mirror, you brush out your own hair and scatter some black flower-shaped hairclips throughout the lightly colored mess of curls. your own suit is black, and your makeup is in darker tones than his is, though your blush is a bit more dramatic.
you clip one end of a silver-black wallet chain onto your folding wallet and slip it into your pants pocket, attaching the other end of the chain to your belt loop. you put in a couple pairs of stud earrings, one earring with a similarly colored chain connecting to a cuff that you secure to the shell of your ear.
you notice a fine, light silver chain still sitting on the vanity, and roll your eyes slightly at your boyfriends forgetfulness. you made sure he remembered the earrings, since you were the one who'd done his hair and makeup, but you left the necklace to him. apparently, that was a mistake.
slipping the necklace into a pocket on your suit jacket, you walk downstairs to find your boyfriend sitting on the kitchen counter, messing around with something on his phone. you walk over to him, standing between his legs and pressing a kiss to his nose.
you hold up the small necklace in front of his face, "forgetting something?"
he blinks a couple times, sighing deeply when he sees what you're holding. "thought i lost it."
you gently flick his forehead, "you almost did."
he sticks his tongue out at you, and you stick yours out at him in return.
he takes the necklace from your hand and carefully clips it at the back of his neck, adjusting how the chain is laying over his button-down.
"alright, we should get going before chan sends someone to drag us there."
hyunjin laughs and hops off the counter, and you jokingly offer him your arm, "shall we?"
he links his arm with yours and smiles, "we shall."
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BLACK TIE AFFAIR-pt 1
pairing: girlfriend!ellie x plus-sized fem reader
warnings/themes: slight pinch of loser!ellie, she’s just kind of a sweetheart but stupid in this, smut, oral sex r! receiving, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, submissive ellie, begging, cross posted on ao3 under the same title and author, new chapter coming soon
synopsis: Ellie’s new girlfriend Really wants to see her in a suit
a/n: 1) i wrote this in a fugue state it is completely unedited and i may not ever edit it. if things seem out of character thats bc they are <3
2) the reader in this is racially ambiguous on purpose but im not being ambiguous abt the fact that shes fat!!!!!!!!! im giving ellie a plus sized love interest n no one can stop me.
You didn’t throw the party just to have sex with Ellie, but you’d be lying if that wasn’t at least 3/4 of your motivation. You’d sent the invites out with some sweet words about bringing friends together to celebrate the end of a beautiful summer and the start of a new season, but the real reason was much simpler: you wanted to see your new girlfriend dressed up. Ellie was a pretty casual girl, on all the dates you two had been on she’d worn nice jeans and tops that showed off her muscles and tattoos. You loved the way she looked in her clothes, and especially loved how she looked out of them, but there was a little part of your brain that was dying to see her really dressed up. When you’d spotted a suit jacket at the back of her closet while looking for a shirt to steal, your little dream had become a full on obsession and the party invites with your formal dress code were sent out within the week.
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By 3pm, the party was perfectly set. You’d started the day off in a messy old tshirt and shorts while you hauled tables out onto the back lawn and swatted spiderwebs out of the corners of the porch, but it was finally time for you to get dressed. Your backyard looked beautiful; the tables were covered in jewel colored tablecloths you’d thrifted, and the tops were decked in purple hydrangeas and golden cone flowers and english ivy you’d pulled from your garden. Sprinkled throughout the flowers were candles of all different sizes, waiting for the first signs of sunset to be lit. The trees were hung with strands of glowing lights that reached across the firepit and wound around the fence posts and trellises of the back garden. From your vantage point by the fence line, you could see the battery-powered candles in every window of the house waiting to be turned on, and hear the faint threads of some country song from the kitchen window where your best friend was finishing up her lemon cake for the party. The pillows on the porch chairs had all been fluffed and arranged, and the soft glow of the string lights in the rafters made the whole porch look cozy and inviting. Everything was perfect, and now it was time for you to be too. After one last adjustment to the flowers on the drinks table, you headed inside to get ready.
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After showering off the sweat and grime of the early morning, you laid your dress out on your bed. You’d chosen a gorgeous golden velvet dress that showed off the curves of your body perfectly. In the past, there had been times you felt uncomfortable with dresses as clinging as this one, but something about the way Ellie’s eyes lit up whenever she saw your body had made you start to forget that discomfort. You wanted her eyes and hands on you all night, and this dress would certainly do it. The deep gold of the dress made your skin and eyes shimmer, and the way it bunched at your hips would hopefully have Ellie pushing the skirt up around your waist as soon as possible. You kept your hair simple, braids pulled back into a knot at the back of your head with a few ringlet curls framing your face. You paired your favorite gold necklace with a pair of dangling golden star earrings, and smudged your eyelids with a soft brown eyeshadow that brought out the warmth of your eyes. You finished up your makeup with a bubblegum scented lipgloss and dabbed some flowery perfume behind your ears. Your heels were a shimmering gold that matched your dress, and you’d gotten your nails done with a simple gloss coat the day before to offset all the gold. You looked classy and radiant, and you couldn’t wait for Ellie to ruin it.
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The party started around 5. Your friends arrived decked out in autumn colors of orange and red and brown and yellow, each one carrying food and drinks and flowers to share. The house radiated with the scent of apples and cinnamon and oranges as a simmer pot bubbled on the kitchen stove, and the music bubbled along with it beneath the gentle uproar of your friends greeting each other. The reaction to your dress was a catcall from your best friend, and whistles and yells from several others. Several people asked when Ellie would be here, as today would be the first time she met any of your friends. You’d been a bit worried about Ellie meeting such a large group of your friends at once because you knew she could be anxious when it came to new people, but she had insisted she would be fine. You told your friends that Ellie would be a bit late as you had asked her to stop and pick up some extra champagne glasses on her way here.
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As Ellie stepped in the door, you realized that you had made a huge mistake. You should’ve come up with a plan to get Ellie into a suit that didn’t involved 30 of your closest friends and an hours-long dinner party, because you weren’t going to make it through the night when she looked like that. Rather than the black suit from her closet that you had assumed she would wear, Ellie was wearing a beautifully tailored brown suit that made her look tall and elegant and so handsome you wanted to cry. Her hair was done up in her usual half-up-half-down style, but you could tell she’d used some kind of product to style her bangs and make her hair looks soft and shiny. She set down the box of champagne flutes on the nearest table and pulled you into a hug before leaning back to look at your dress again. The color of her suit complimented your dress perfectly. Her mouth was open slightly and her cheeks were rosy as she looked you up and down. She smiled shyly and mumbled, “Hi baby, you look gorgeous” into your hair as she pulled you back against her again. You could tell from her posture and the way she was trying to tuck herself into you- a silly sight considering she was several inches taller- that she was nervous to introduce herself to your friends, but she reached back over to the box she’d brought in and pulled out a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. She handed them over to you with another shy smile and a blush as she looked you up and down again.
“Oh my god baby these are beautiful, thank you”, you said as you pulled her down into a kiss. Turning around, you began to introduce Ellie to your friends that were crowded around the kitchen counter picking at the cheese board you had laid out earlier. You tried to pay attention as Ellie responded to a question from your friend Jesse, but for some reason the shine of the lights on Ellie’s hair and way she was holding your hand was making all the thoughts slide out of your brain like water off glass. You wanted her so badly, but you weren’t gonna ruin her chance to bond with your friends by dragging her off to a bedroom and fucking her. You were gonna sit through this night like a civilized human being. You were.
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You were gonna kill yourself before the night ended. Ellie was so close to you, looking so insanely attractive in her dress clothes, and she was so. Fucking. Clueless.
The party was going great; The appetizers were getting eaten up faster than you could serve them, and the drinks were going even faster. Groups of people had settled on the porch, and at some of the outer tables and chairs, leaving the long dinner table empty until it was time for the meal to start. Ellie seemed to really be hitting it off with Jesse, so you’d left the two of them talking for a while while you made sure all the food was in the oven for dinner and the candles in the windows were turned on. The sun wasn’t exactly set yet, but it was starting to get darker at the edges of the yard and you’d seen the first few fireflies of the night start to blink their hellos. Once the last candle was lit, you went back over to check on Ellie.
You stopped a few yards away from the table where Ellie and Jesse were sitting, and just watched them for a while. Ellie looked so beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling and she was gesturing animatedly at Jesse; they were definitely arguing about something. There was a blush high on Ellie’s cheeks from the glass of whiskey in her hands. You loved her hands, the way the rings she wore made her fingers look even longer, the way the veins stood out when she flexed her hands around the glass, the way her hands looked when they wrapped around your wrists and your legs and your throat. She had taken off her suit jacket and rolled her sleeves up to her elbows to show off her forearm tattoo to Jesse, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into her lap and kiss her in front of the whole party.
“Hey, baby!”, you called out as you walked over to her. Ellie looked towards you with a smile that took your breath away, and waved you over to the table she sat at with Jesse.
“Hi, love. Everything going okay?”, Ellie said as you came to a stop beside her chair, tilting her head up to look at you.
“Yup, everything’s going amazing so far.” You pressed a kiss into her temple and stood with your elbows resting on her shoulders, leaning over her to talk to Jesse.
“Is Jesse bothering you, Ellie? Do I need to steal you away?”, you asked teasingly. You were internally begging for her to say yes so you two could least go make out in a dark corner somewhere for a minute and blow off some steam. Up close, her hands looked even more beautiful and you wanted them wrapped around your neck instead of that stupid glass.
“No baby I’m fine,” she said with that stupid, stupid, sweet smile of hers. “I’m having a good time”.
“Okay, love.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head and walked off then. You would be a good girlfriend and let Ellie make friends, and you wouldn’t pout about it.
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You were definitely pouting. Another hour had passed, the sun was finally starting to sink beneath the clouds, and Ellie still hadn’t gotten up from that fucking table with Jesse. Your friend Dina had come over to the table too now, and the three of them were talking and yelling like they’d known each other their whole lives. Ellie had rejected your hints and requests to come with her twice now, and you were honestly starting to regret ever introducing her to your friends.
In your second attempt, you had fully sat yourself in Ellie’s lap at the table and asked her to come to the bathroom with you to ‘fix your dress’, but you either had the dumbest girlfriend in the world or the sweetest. Ellie had spun you around and said, “How could I fix it? You look absolutely perfect baby”. You only just barely stopped yourself from stomping away.
However, another half-hour and several shots with your friends had passed and you felt ready to try again. This time, there would be no way Ellie could possibly miss your meaning. Locking the door of the bathroom behind you, you pulled up the hem of your skirt and pulled off your panties. You’d picked the pair out special this morning, as Ellie had never seen you wearing anything as intricately lacy and sheer as these. You had wanted to surprise her, but at this point you were unsure if Ellie would ever see them because you felt like you were never going to want to have sex again if this didn’t work.
Heading back outside with the panties tucked discreetly away in your fist, you made your way over to the table where Ellie, Jesse, Dina, and a few more of your friends were all sitting. Ignoring everyone but Ellie, you came up behind her and draped yourself over the back of her chair, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“You have 10 seconds to get up and follow me. I’m not asking you again.” Pressing a kiss Ellie’s cheek and ignoring the sweet, confused look on her face, you reached down into her lap and slipped the panties into her hand. Her eyes darted down at the feeling of lace in her palm, and her eyes widened as you started to walk away. As you turned around and headed back towards the house, you heard Ellie start to stutter out an excuse, followed by the sound of a chair creaking, a glass shattering, and Jesse and Dina both cursing at full volume.
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Ellie opened the bathroom door and your hands were on her shoulders in an instant, pushing her back up against the wall and reaching behind her to close and lock the door.
“Took you long enough”, you said, reaching up to grab her face and pull her down into a rough kiss.
“I’m sorry baby, I knocked over a glass and I-“
“Don’t care,” you interrupted. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all night and you’ve been glued to Jesse instead.”
“Baby, I-“
“Nope! You have an outrageously hot girlfriend and you’ve been neglecting her all night. I don’t wanna hear excuses.”
Ellie’s cheekbones were covered in a bright red flush now and she opened her mouth to speak before swallowing and trying again. “I’m sorry baby, you look beautiful,” she said, eyes darting quickly down to your cleavage before looking back up at your eyes. “How can I make it up to you?”
“There we go, sweetheart” you said, loosening the grip you had on her wrist and instead winding your fingers into her hair and pulling her down to kiss you again. Her mouth opened on a gasp just as your lips met and she pulled herself into your body, her hands coming to rest on your ass and the middle of your back, crushing you closer into her. She pushed you back into the sink, the upper halves of your bodies leaning backwards while your legs tangled together and she slid the hand on your ass down to hitch your leg up around her hip. She kissed you deeper, pressing every inch of her body as close to yours as she could get.
The force of her kiss surprised you, and you felt dizzy when she finally pulled away from your lips. Her head ducked and she began pressing kisses to your neck, mumbling something into the hot skin behind your ears.
“What was that, baby?”
“M’sorry”, she mumbled again, pressing another kiss to your skin. “M’sorry, m’sorry,” she repeated, pressing a kiss into your skin for each apology. You wanted to give in right then, pull her into another hug and call her your sweet girl, but the press of each kiss was sending sparks across your skin and Ellie only grew needier with each touch of lips to skin. She bit down gently in the spot she knew you liked, and worried the skin between her teeth as you gasped and cupped the back of her head with your hand. Your other hand was braced against the counter, trying to hold yourself up against the force of your girlfriend’s apologies. Ellie surged forward and suddenly scooped you up, the muscles of her arms flexing under her shirt, before setting you down gently on top of the counter. The sink was digging squarely into your back and you were vaguely worried about the entire vanity collapsing under the two of you, but you were willing to ignore your worries for now. Ellie’s hand was right next to yours, the tattoo on her forearm flexing as she gripped the marble counter. Her other hand still had your leg hitched around her waist and she was pressing every inch of herself into the gap between your legs, trying to get you to forgive her with your body if not in words.
She pressed a final kiss to the base of your neck before reaching to pull the strap of your dress and the cup of your bra to the side. She licked and sucked at your exposed nipple, moaning quietly into your skin. The hand that wasn’t holding you up flew to your mouth as you tried to hold in a gasp. The feeling of Ellie’s tongue on your skin, the soft material of your dress now hanging off one shoulder, and the press of Ellie and the marble counter on both sides of your body was making it hard to think or breathe, much less remember to keep your voice down in case there was someone outside the bathroom door. Your pussy was uncomfortably wet, the lack of panties making you feel every press and shift of Ellie’s hips through the soft velvet of your dress. You sent up a fervent prayer that your dress wouldn’t be too ruined to wear for the rest of the night before Ellie drove all the thoughts out of your head again as she bit down on your nipple. You finally let out a moan as your head tipped back against the mirror above the sink, and you felt Ellie’s mouth leave your skin for the first time since she’d started.
You were absolutely turned on out of your mind, but you managed a semi-believable haughty voice.
“Did I tell you to stop?”, you breathed out as you picked your head back up and looked down at her again.
Ellie looked back up at you silently, and the look in her eyes-pupils blown wide and adoring- sent a wave of heat through your body from head to toe. Instead of answering, she lowered herself down to the floor, the beautiful lines of her suit crumpling as she settled herself on her knees between your legs. Her hands came up to rest on your thighs just below where your dress ended, dimpling the soft skin there as she dug her fingers into you. The rings on her fingers were cold against your skin, but every other part of your body felt like it was burning.
“Please”, she breathed out, one of her hands reaching up to clutch at the hem of your dress. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your dress-covered cunt before resting her head against your thigh, breathing heavily.
“Sweet girl,” you said, cupping her face gently in your hand and tilting it up to look at you, “You’ve got yourself all worked up, huh?”. She nodded her head into your hand, before turning and kissing the palm of the hand against her cheek. Her hands fell away from your legs, balling up in her lap as she waited for you to say more. You could feel the heat of her cheek against your palm, her eyes looking slightly watery against the burn of her embarrassment. You could tell she loved it though, from the way her mouth sat slightly open and she rubbed her balled fists against the tops of her thighs.
“You want me to fuck your face, sweet girl? Is that what you want?”. You rubbed a thumb across her cheekbone as a single, burning tear of embarrassment fell across her face.
She nodded fiercely and breathed out a, “Yes, please”. She looked so determined you wanted to laugh and tell her you hadn’t really been mad at all, but she was obviously getting off on this and you weren’t about to cut it short. Besides, your cunt was aching and you thought you might go insane soon if you didn’t get what you’ve been waiting for since you came up with this stupid party idea.
“Go ahead, love”. Ellie didn’t need any further encouragement. She reached out with surprising forcefulness and yanked your hips forward, until your lower half was nearly off the counter. Still on her knees, she pushed your dress up and licked into your pussy like she was starving. The first touch of her tongue was enough to have you cracking your head on the mirror again, startling a laugh and a moan out of you in the same breath. Ellie didn’t stop, and you wondered if she could even hear you. You could barely hear yourself, the pounding of your heart in your ears mixing with the underlying thump of the music from somewhere outside.
Ellie’s arms wrapped around the outside of your thighs and held you tight, fingers digging into the velvet of your dress as she held it up bunched at your hips. Her tongue dragged across your clit like a match striking, sending a blistering heat through your chest that burned through every part of your body. Ellie’s face was slick already, and you could feel her sucking gently at your clit between swipes of her tongue. Her fingers kept flexing against your upper thighs, gripping tighter and tighter until the skin there was flushed and irritated. You scooted your hips further off the counter, pressing your cunt harder into Ellie’s mouth. She moaned against you, and the noise you made in response was definitely audible to anyone within 20 feet of the bathroom door. You stuffed your hand into your mouth, biting down hard on your knuckles to try and keep quiet. Ellie seemed to take that as a challenge, licking into you harder and faster until the whimpers coming out of your mouth were constant. She held you tight against her with her right arm, and used her left to push your leg further out of her way, leaving your golden heel dangling over her shoulder. Your hands were in her hair, absolutely ruining the bun she had so carefully styled before the party.
You started to feel dizzy, the focus of the world dulling until the only things you knew were the feelings of Ellie’s tongue against you, and your fingers in her hair, and the burning in your chest that was spreading down your arms and legs until every finger and toe was on fire. Your eyes closed, and you fought the urge to close your legs around Ellie’s head. Your fingers slid through her hair and spasmed against her back, scratching at her skin through the crisp whiteness of her shirt. Everything in you wanted to snap, to jerk away from the feeling burning through you. It was too much. It was, you were going to tell Ellie that it was too much, that you couldn’t take it anymore, but when you went to say it the only word that came out was her name. Ellie gave another gentle suck on your clit, pulling on your hips and grinding your cunt into her face as hard as she could, and everything shattered.
Your legs snapped shut around Ellie’s head, trapping her head between your thighs. She pushed back fiercely against the inside of your legs, forcing them open and continuing to lick into you while your body shook against her mouth. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and it felt like every ounce of blood in your body was right up against Ellie’s tongue, being kissed at and licked and sucked. You pushed her head away and finally closed your legs, your lower body still spasming against your will as you leaned back against the mirror, trying to breathe.
Ellie’s hands were on you again then, hand behind your neck pulling you limply away from the mirror to rest your head against her shoulder. You giggled, empty-headed as you buried your face against her neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and her cologne and your body. You slung your arms loosely across Ellie’s shoulders, pulling her in closer to you.
“Hi baby”, you whispered.
“Hi,” Ellie whispered back. Giving you a mind-numbing orgasm seemed to have brought Ellie back to herself a bit, her eyes were focused again and she smiled when you leaned your head back into her neck and moaned again, aftershocks making your legs kick gently at the back of Ellie’s thighs. “Was that good?”
“Mhmmmm”, you moaned out, smile twisting your lips at the end of the noise. You would gather up the scraps of your dominant personality and start bossing Ellie around again soon, but for now your head was blissfully empty except for the gentle pulse of EllieEllieEllieEllie in your head like a heartbeat.
#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#the last of us pt 2#the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie williams fanfiction
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Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 3
Have you read Part 2?
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, sexual tension, HOT DANNY KISS HOT DANNY KISS HOT DANNY KISS!
Word Count: 2091
A/N: This chapter is going to melt even the coldest hearts. I loved writing this--Danny comes easy to me, and it's just so fulfilling to write this relationship. It's a short chapter, so it should be easy to get through it in one sitting. Enjoy!
“Axe-throwing?” You asked, looking at the Google search Danny had typed in.
“Hell yeah,” He grinned, tapping on the screen to book an online session. “I figured you’d be game for throwing sharp objects and doling out damage to poor, unsuspecting targets.”
“Are they emotionless, about yay-high, and play guitar?” You asked him, and he pretended to consider.
“The targets are emotionless, but no, they’re not jake-shaped and they don’t come with a guitar.”
You sucked your teeth. “Damn.”
“He chuckled quietly, scrolling through the times. “How does six-thirty tonight sound?” He asked.
“Sounds good,” you agreed.
As six o’clock rolled back around, he’d reappeared in front of your house. You’d opened the door with a bright smile.
“No, no! Get back in the house!” He shouted from the car, and you weren’t sure what he meant.
“What?” You asked.
“Just go back inside like you didn’t see me!” He insisted. You grinned and turned on your heel, stepping back into your house and closing the door. You waited awkwardly in the doorway, unsure what you were supposed to be waiting for. When you heard it, your grin spread so wide that your face hurt. He had rung the doorbell. Stepping toward the door, you opened it, and there he was, standing there in front of you, absolutely gorgeous, and holding the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.
“Hey there,” he said softly.
“Hi,” you answered with a bright smile. He leaned in, and when you thought he was going to kiss you, he reached to place a gentle kiss on your cheek instead.
“These are for you,” he said, handing you the bouquet.
“They’re gorgeous,” you complimented him for choosing a beautiful arrangement.
“They reminded me of you,” he shrugged, chuckling softly as if he were nervous. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly.
You hugged the flowers to your chest. “Thank you, I love them!” You leaned in to sniff them. “Do you wanna come inside for a second? I gotta put these in water. I don’t want them to die.”
“Sure,” he agreed, walking inside behind you.
“I’m excited for our date,” you told him with a wide smile.
“Yeah?” He grinned, coming to lean against your kitchen island as you began to rifle through drawers for a pair of scissors.
“Yeah,” you repeated, looking up at him. You spared no time for thoughts of shame for checking him out from head to toe. He wore black fitted jeans with rips in the knees, paired with a fitted black t-shirt with a large Marshall Music Company logo across it. You noted the dainty, black onyx obelisk necklace he always wore. He looked casual, but you could tell that he had put effort into the look. His hair was freshly washed, and still damp, his curls still tightly coiled and shiny.
“You look so handsome,” you complimented him, setting the flowers into a vase.
“Why, thank you,” he said. “And you look absolutely beautiful,” he echoed. You wore a pair of black, platform Doc Martens in hopes to give you a bit of height next to Danny. Your outfit was actually similar to his, as you wore a pair of dark denim jeans and one of your many band tees, slipping on a few rings and putting your hair up in a loose pony tail, pulling out pieces of your bangs so they’d lay in soft wisps, framing your face.
“Thank you,” you smiled. “I’m glad we got the same memo,” you joked.
“Well, I don’t think being buttoned up while throwing weapons at a wall would be very comfortable, don’t you think?”
“Next time I dare you to wear a tux,” you flirted, coming to stand in front of him, reaching for his hands.
“Are you already asking me out on a second date?” He asked you softly, his eyes sliding down your face to your lips and staying there for a long time.
“What if I was?” You asked.
“Then I’d say you’re stealing the opportunity from me to ask you the same question.”
He made you blush, and he loved watching your cheeks redden. “Come on, cutie,” he said, keeping hold of your hand as he walked toward the front door, opening it for you.
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“So turns out, no matter how angry I am, I still suck at this,” you admitted to Danny mid-throw. He watched your axe spin in mid air before hitting the outer edge of the target.
“Well, you’ve never done it before,” he shrugged. “You’re releasing it too early,” he explained.
“Okay,” you answered him, stepping forward inside of the cage to pry the axe out of the wood.
“Center yourself,” He critiqued once you stepped back to the mat, preparing for another throw. You reset your feet, evening your stance. Looking back over at him, you noticed just how sexy he looked holding his own axe, his fingers sliding back and forth against the dulled edge of the blade. “Like this,” he said, stepping forward toward you, and your body instantly began to heat up. He set his axe on the floor out of the way, and stepped behind you. “Can I touch you?” He asked politely.
“Mmhmm,” You answered, your inner dialogue dissolving into the vocabulary of a three year old as he moved closer and closer.
“Okay, so,” He said, placing his hands on your hips. “You need to be free down here. You should be grounded in the legs, but able to swivel your hips as you throw. He pulled his hands backward and forward, urging you to try out the movement. “Make sense?”
You nodded, so turned on, you wouldn’t bother speaking. “Keep a slight bend in your elbows,” he continued. “Hand me your axe,” he said, lifting his hand and curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, and you imagined him doing the same thing, but to you, and in a very different context. You gave him the weapon, and he set it on the floor beside you. “Put your arms above your head and pretend you’re gonna throw,” he instructed, and you moved your hands over your head. He moved his hands with yours, adjusting the angles of your form before lastly touching your fingers and moving them on top of each other in a way that he explained would allow for better grip. You couldn’t help but move your head to the side as he instructed you, practically staring at him, admiring the angular features of his face, his nose, his dark lashes, and his beautiful hair. He smelled fucking incredible, and it sent your belly fluttering with nervousness. Really, you didn’t care about axe throwing anymore. Him touching you even as innocent as this was, filled you with desire and want that you couldn’t quite articulate. Suddenly, you couldn’t remember the anger that you had felt for Jake–and even more surprising, you let it go completely.
“Let me see you do it now,” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. He stepped away and bent down, retrieving the axe and handed it to you, flipping it nimbly so you could take it by the wooden handle. “You’ve got this. You’re a pro,” he said.
“I’m not, but I appreciate that you don’t mind lying to make me feel better.” He chuckled once through his nose. “You know the exercise where you tell yourself something until it becomes true?”
You looked at him with a skeptical nod. “I’m speaking it into existence. Manifestation,” he smirked again.
“What do I get if I get a bullseye?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.
“If you get a bullseye,” he began after a moment. “You get a kiss,” he finished, crossing his arms across his chest, leaning against the adjacent cage. He made your heart flip with excitement.
“And if I don’t?” You asked.
“I haven’t gotten there yet,” he shrugged with a soft grin. “Go on. Show me how badly you want that kiss, Y/n.”
You shook your head, unable to wipe the giddy smile from your lips, careful to move step by step, remembering how Danny had guided you to ground yourself, but loosen your grip and stance just enough to feel comfortable and confident in the throw. Pulling back, you focused on the circular target, stepping forward and letting go, closing your eyes as you heard the loud thwack of metal slicing into hard wood. You didn’t want to open your eyes, but you did, embarrassed when the axe had hit too high, but at least landed on the target itself. “Damn,” you said, sighing heavily. “I was distracted,” you said defensively.
“That’s too bad,” he said playfully.
You had spent the rest of your hour-long session laughing and trying over and over to get better and better with your technique and aim, until, at the final throw, you finally got a bullseye, which Danny chalked up to being out of complete beginner’s luck. You loved spending time with Danny, and he made you feel beautiful. He made you want to try for him, to look lovely every time you saw him, made you want to be better for yourself, and so, you had decided you’d stop feeling bad for yourself and pursue him fully.
The drive home was wonderful; Danny had played so much of his favorite music, a mixture of songs you’d loved, and others you had never heard, but instantly loved. You both had spent far too long parked in your front driveway, just listening to music, and taking each other’s phones and adding each other’s favorite songs to each other’s liked playlists. “It’s like eleven PM,” you said after losing track of time.
“Looks like we got a bit carried away,” he said with a chuckle.
“A little bit,” you added, hesitant to end the night. You wanted him to stay and never go, but you knew that he’d have to. For now.
“Let me walk you to your door,” he said, turning to look at you.
“Okay,” you said with a weary smile.
“What’s wrong?” He asked you, adjusting in his seat.
“I don’t want you to go,” you pouted exaggeratedly. “Really, I had so much fun tonight.”
“Me too,” he agreed. “But no need to be sad,” he said, reaching to place his thumbs at the corners of your lips, pulling them upward, which made you break your composure, giggling as he forced you to smile.
“Come on,” he said, opening his door and standing up. You joined him outside of the car, his hand shooting out to take yours once you’d made your way back around. He swung your clasped hands as you both ascended the steps to your front door, arriving at the landing.
“So,” you said after a long moment. “You never paid up,” you told him, summoning bravery as you looked at him with an expectant expression.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he responded, his lips cocked in a sideways smirk.
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Wagner.”
“Oh,” he answered quietly, taking a small step forward. “You mean,” he said, raising his glance up to your eyes, then back down to your lips. You felt his feather light touch as he tilted your head upward by the tip of his finger, his thumb rested along the crest of your bottom lip as he took the last step forward, closing the gap between your bodies, his lips finding yours effortlessly. His embrace was intoxicating, and you let your body move innately fitting into the mirror image of Danny’s as his large hand moved to cup the small of your back, pulling you gently, but firmly against him. You hummed into the kiss, your hands moving from his arms and then around his neck, keeping him tilted downward. You absently knit your fingers through his curls, pulling at them as the kiss deepened, his fingers gripping you tighter until finally relenting and letting go. As the kiss broke naturally, he stayed exactly where you had him, breathless and hovering.
“Wow,” he murmured.
“Mmhmm,” you answered in agreement before pulling him down once more, taking more of the prize he’d leveraged earlier during the date.
“I think I definitely won,” You spoke against his lips.
“Hm?” He asked.
“Bullseye or not, I got exactly what I wanted.” With that, he moved his hands down and pulled you upward, pulling your legs around his waist.
“Then I guess there was a tie, because I won, too.”
End of part 3.
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Eros in Venus
Summary: Gale and Dulcinea enjoy the final hours of their wedding night
Rating: MA
Pairing: Gale x OC
Tags/warnings: anal sex, DP, Gale uses his simulacrum, breeding kink if you squint, oral sex, fingering, creampie, dom/sub, spanking
Word count: 3k
Chapter 26/?, but can be read as a stand-alone
“You’re going to rip it!” Dulcinea giggled as she and Gale stumbled through the front door. Her speech slurred with mild intoxication as Gale pawed drunkenly at the buttons on the back on her dress.
The wedding suite was nothing short of lavish. Gale spared no expense for such an occasion. For this moment, everything needed to be perfect. The room featured a massive four-post bed whose wooden posts and frame were carved with an elaborate design of twisted vines and flowers. The heavy velvet curtains shifted gently in a draft that seeped through the balcony doors.
They’d retreated into their quarters for the evening, tired and intoxicated but ready to enjoy some alone time after a night of revelry and excitement. Their guests still drank and laughed noisily in the tavern downstairs, even now as dawn was breaking.
Gale pushed Dulcinea against the wall, burying his face into her neck and kissing her just above her sapphire necklace. His lips returned up to hers, pressing his tongue to her soft lips. Their tongues slid past each other to explore each others’ mouths, both of them still tasting the alcohol that they’d drank earlier.
“I can’t get this dress off,” Gale slurred between kisses as he continued to fumble with its buttons. “You look beautiful with it on, but I’d rather see you with it off.”
“Veni et iuva me,” Gale murmured. A mage hand materialized behind Dulcinea’s back and began to carefully undo the pearl buttons of her dress.
Dulcinea slid the newly loosened wedding dress down over her hips, revealing the platinum white chemise underneath it. The chemise was made of a luxurious mulberry silk, not dissimilar to the one she was wearing when she awoke on the beach nearly a year ago.
“There are far too many layers to this ensemble,” Gale tutted. He now sat beside Dulcinea on the bed, watching as she unpinned her hair. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her curls cascade freely.
Gale removed his jacket and set it to the side before unbuttoning his shirt. After untying his shoes, he slid his trousers off, leaving only his briefs behind. He returned his attention to Dulcinea, watching as she removed her earrings.
“Now I can introduce you to the world as my wife, ‘Mrs. Dulcinea Dekarios’,” Gale said proudly. “Wife of Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy.”
Dulcinea smiled to herself. It didn’t hold the same ring as ‘Dulcinea Selemchant of Athkatla’, but it was perhaps a much softer and more domestic name. She preferred it, just as Gale now preferred ‘plain old Gale Dekarios’.
She gently caressed Gale’s cheek. “I’m glad you kept the beard, by the way. I know Tara and your mother were eager for you to shave it.”
“I told Tara that the day I shave this beard is the day I shave her,” Gale sighed. “Regardless, it is your preference. You shall always hold priority.”
Dulcinea bent over to unlace her boots but was immediately stopped by Gale.
“Absolutely not,” he insisted as he knelt in front of her. “The pleasure is mine, my love.”
Gale quickly unlaced the dainty boots adorning Dulcinea’s feet. The boots were made by a local shop and decorated with an intricate silver broderie design. He sat there, holding her foot in his hand with the heel resting in his palm. She wore a pair of knee-high eyelet stockings, handmade by a clothier in Athkatla. Gale smiled inwardly. Even the sight of her stocking-clad feet sent chills down his spine. Gale raised her pointed toes to his lips, kissing them reverently. His eyes were closed as if deep in prayer as he cradled her foot like a precious treasure.
Gale walked his index and middle fingers upwards towards the top of the stockings, hooking the tip of his fingers around it. He began to slowly peel the stockings from Dulcinea’s calves, trailing kisses along her legs. Dulcinea squirmed as his incisors clipped the delicate skin that lay so close to the soft and welcoming delta of her sex.
Gale looked up at her from between her legs. “There are still far too many layers in this ensemble of yours,” he purred, allowing a wolfish grin to tug at his lips. “Will you grant me the honor of removing such obstructions, my bride?”
Dulcinea smirked. “They certainly won’t remove themselves.” She felt Gale’s fingers, warm and callused, slide up her hips to meet the line of her panties. Gale hooked his fingertips around her panty line and pulled downwards.
Gale needed no further suggestion. In a matter of moments, he lifted Dulcinea’s hips from the edge of the bed and cupped her ass with his strong, callused hands.
“You needn’t ask me twice.”
Gale dragged his tongue along the crease where Dulcinea’s thigh met the outer lips of her pussy, taking his time as he tasted the saltiness of her skin and inhaled her scent. He didn’t stop until he reached the taut tendon of her upper thigh. Gale wanted this moment to last as long as possible before he immersed himself in her. It had to be special.
As Gale’s lips met Dulcinea’s mons, an idea struck him. Dulcinea caught that all-too-familiar sparkle in her husband’s eye; he was planning something. She was tempted to ask, but her instinct told her to let him surprise her, to “wow” her as he once said.
Gale allowed a subtle smirk to play at the corners of his mouth before planting another kiss above the commissure of Dulcinea’s pussy.
Gale flicked his tongue against the side of Dulcinea’s clit, causing her hips to jolt. That never gets old, he thought smugly to himself as he slid his tongue along the length of Dulcinea’s pussy.
Dulcinea proper herself up on her elbows from her recumbent position. She liked to watch as Gale’s head moved up and down as he pleasured her with such focused precision. Her toes curled into the soles of her feet as she stifled a pitiful moan of arousal.
Gale smiled inwardly as his tongue and lips encircled her clit. The tip of his tongue flicked repeatedly, rhythmically over the subtle prominence of the clitoris.
Dulcinea arched her lower back as a white-hot sensation of arousal began to spread through her abdomen. Her hand found its way to the back of Gale’s head, her fingers carding through his thick brown hair as she pressed his face towards into her pussy. She was so sensitive to his touch and craved it more and more as Gale pleasured her.
Gale gave her clit a chaste kiss, a juxtaposition to the ferocity with which he was pleasuring her. “I have a treat for you, my wife,” he grinned devilishly.
With a snap of his fingers, a simulacrum appeared behind him. This wasn’t like the simulacrum he’d brought forth in the Astral Plane. No, this one was as real and tangible as her and Gale and already erect. Dulcinea licked her lips subtly as the replica approached her to stand on either side of Gale.
“What have but one of me when you can have two?” Gale smirked. He carefully walked Dulcinea’s hips back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her forcefully as his fingers slid into her pussy. Dulcinea’s inner walls clenched around Gale’s fingers, eager for more of him.
“This will be quite intense, my love,” he murmured to her as his hooked fingers caressed the spot behind Dulcinea’s pubic bone, causing her to whimper with pleasure. “I want to be sure… is this what you want as well?”
Between shallow breaths, Dulcinea managed to reply affirmatively. “Yes… Gods, yes…”
Gale leaned in and kissed Dulcinea’s neck, just below her earlobe. “On your hands and knees, my dove.”
Dulcinea obediently moved onto her hands and knees as instructed, her breasts hanging pendulously from her chest and her legs spread ajar. Her breathing was already growing ragged and her heart raced in anticipation.
Gale and his simulacra removed their briefs simultaneously, discarding them amongst the pile of clothing on the floor. Gale’s hands came to rest on Dulcinea’s hips. He gave them a squeeze before spanking her enthusiastically. He enjoyed watching the flesh of her ass ripple when he spanked her. He pressed the shaft of his cock between her asscheeks teasingly as the simulacrum knelt in front of Dulcinea. The simulacrum’s eager cock head caressed Dulcinea’s cheek. Gale shuddered as he heard Dulcinea whimper impatiently, so ready and willing to take him — both of him.
“Are you ready, sweetness?” Gale whispered as he kissed Dulcinea’s shoulder.
“Yes,” she whispered as the simulacra’s cock brushed her lips. Dulcinea’s tongue slid over the sensitive head of the simulacrum’s stiff member. The simulacrum’s hand buried itself in Dulcinea’s hair as her tongue teased his cock’s frenulum, flicking back and forth. Her tongue glided down the shaft, dwelling momentarily at the base as the simulacrum let out a groan of pleasure. Dulcinea flattened her tongue and curled it into a cup-like shape before dragging it once more to the head of the simulacrum’s cock. Her lips sealed gently to the cock head, sucking at it gently.
Slowly and steadily, taking her time to savor every second, Dulcinea brought her lips to meet the replica’s foreskin. She dwelled there for a moment, feeling the replica shudder before she pushed back its foreskin and took the entirety of its cock into her eager mouth.
Meanwhile, the real Gale hold of Dulcinea’s hips once more and slowly pushed his full length into her pussy. He exhaled slowly as he appreciated the wetness and the ease with which he entered her. His fingers gripped the rounded flesh of her hips as he began to thrust rhythmically — slowly at first, gradually accelerating.
Dulcinea moaned around the simulacrum’s cock in her mouth. She tightened her suction around the cock’s shaft, pulling the head along the roof of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. It was then that the replica’s grip on the back of her head tightened and it began to thrust into her mouth, synchronizing with the real Gale’s thrusts.
Dulcinea gagged and retracted her mouth from the simulacrum’s cock, causing the simulacra to groan and its hips to rock reflexively. A dribble of pre-cum dripped onto her lower lip, like a dewdrop on a flower petal.
Gale’s replica brought its fingers to Dulcinea’s chin, tilting it upwards. The replica smirked to itself, squeezing Dulcinea’s cheeks so that her lips pouted forwards.
“You’re doing such a good job, pet,” the simulacrum rasped through jagged breaths. “Such a lovely little mouth with such talented lips.”
From behind her, Gale’s thrusts grew faster and faster until suddenly he pulled back, leaving the head of his cock at the vestibule of her pussy. He loved teasing her like this, pulling back from her as their intimacies escalated.
“You’re so mean sometimes,” Dulcinea pouted playfully, her voice growing husky with desire. She knew as well as Gale did that he couldn’t resist burying himself into her for very long. Soon enough, his primal urges would overtake whatever plans he had for withholding pleasure from her and he would enter her with more intensity than before.
The simulacrum, however, was growing impatient. The head of its member was pressing against Dulcinea’s lips. “Open,” the simulacrum growled. “Now.”
The moment Dulcinea opened her mouth and greedily accepted the simulacrum’s cock once more, the real Gale pressed his member into Dulcinea’s pussy.
Dulcinea cried out as she was assailed with her lover and his duplicate, both of them thrusting into her at opposite ends. One of the simulacrum’s hands buried itself in Dulcinea’s hair while the other one found its way to her breast, rubbing its thumb over her oh so sensitive nipple.
Dulcinea mewled plaintively, arching her back to allow the real Gale to achieve maximum depth. The head of Gale’s cock rammed against her cervix, causing Dulcinea to yelp with each thrust.
“Do you like that? Being skewered?” Gale hissed, digging his fingers into the flesh of Dulcinea’s hips.
The simulacrum’s cock was buried too deeply in her throat for her to reply to the real Gale. When she didn’t respond, Gale slapped her ass impatiently. “Do you like it, Dulcinea?”
“Yes,” Dulcinea wheezed, freeing her lips momentarily from the circumference of the simulacrum’s member.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, my love.”
Gale smirked proudly. “That’s right, my love. You’re mine. To have and to hold. In darkness and light.”
Dulcinea moaned at those words. The love and dedication with which Gale spoke only served to stoke the flames of arousal within her. He could be so possessive, so demanding, and so dominating of her. She could feel the white heat of pleasure creep upwards into her stomach. Her inner walls contracted around Gale, who gasped softly at the sensation. His head tilted back and his eyes closed as he felt his lover’s body responding to him so perfectly.
Gale could feel his own release building, but he was nowhere near done with Dulcinea. No, there was more he wanted. He was insatiable and mad with desire. He retracted his cock from her pussy once more, but this time he had other plans aside from teasing her.
Dulcinea whined at the vacant sensation of Gale pulling out of her. As Gale pulled out, so did his simulacrum.
“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” Gale growled, taking hold of Dulcinea’s chin to turn her head towards him.
“Gods, yes,” she breathed. “You are so good to me, my love… so good.”
“Let’s switch our positioning a little. I want to see that pretty little face of yours when you scream my name.”
Gale laid on his back and pulled Dulcinea on top of him. He reached upwards and caressed her face, appreciating its softness and warmth. Her lips were red and swollen from taking the simulacrum’s cock with such enthusiasm. Gale dragged his thumb over her pouty lips.
“My wife,” he purred, dragging his fingers downwards to her breasts. He cupped them gently, once more admiring the suppleness of her flesh.
“My husband,” Dulcinea whispered, bringing her hand to stroke Gale’s cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my darling. My precious bride.”
Gale guided her hips upwards, resting her pussy just above his cock. As he did so, the simulacrum appeared behind Dulcinea, its fingers wet with a viscous solution. It knelt on its knees behind Dulcinea and spread her asscheeks apart, anointing her asshole with the lubricant.
Dulcinea grinned devilishly. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“I’m nowhere near done with amazing you this evening.”
As Gale lowered Dulcinea into his cock, watching as her eyes widened subtly with enjoyment, the simulacrum sheathed its member into Dulcinea’s asshole.
Dulcinea’s body clenched in pleasure as she moaned raggedly. “Oh, Gods…”
By the Weave… I could see her in this position every day and every night and never feel sated, Gale thought to himself as he lifted Dulcinea’s hips again. He angled his body so that he could fuck her from beneath while the simulacrum smacked Dulcinea’s ass firmly, making a sharp cracking sound.
Gale looked up at his wife with a devilish smirk. “I have claimed the entirety of you tonight,” he growled, curving his hand around one of Dulcinea’s breasts. “And you are mine now. As am I yours.”
Dulcinea let out a high pitched whine of ecstasy as her fingers gripped into the bedsheets above Gale’s shoulders. She could hear the simulacrum’s breathing becoming more labored. Beneath her, Gale’s body began to clench. He wasn’t done with her nor did he want to be done with her. The mind was willing but the flesh was growing weaker with each thrust.
“You look so beautiful when you’re filled with my cock… doubly so when there are two of me,” Gale growled, pulling Dulcinea in towards him and pressing his lips to hers. Dulcinea moaned against the kiss as heat flooded her body.
Their foreheads rested together as Gale tried to stave off the impending orgasm just to have a few more moments, a few more seconds within her. “Weave preserve me…,” he prayed under his breath.
The simulacrum, however, was losing its control rapidly. Its cadence increased, causing Dulcinea to whine loudly. The sound of his lover’s voice only served to accelerate Gale’s climax. He began to thrust with his simulacrum to match its pace.
“Oh, Gods… oh, Gale….” were Dulcinea’s final words before the intensity of her orgasm overtook her. Her body spasmed around Gale’s cock and her mouth fell open as she came.
That was all it took. The simulacrum lost all control of itself and let out a low, guttural groan of completion. Dulcinea met this with a soft yelp as her asshole filled with ejaculate. Not but a few seconds later, Gale followed suit. His eyes widened as he climaxed.
The simulacrum withdrew from Dulcinea slowly, appearing to savor every moment before it disappeared. Dulcinea and Gale lay together in the aftermath, sweating and panting. As she dismounted him, Gale watched with pride as cum dripped from Dulcinea’s sweet pussy. He loved to see exactly how much he filled her with his seed. Seeing her pussy overflow like that gave him a primal sense of satisfaction.
“I love you,” Gale whispered, kissing Dulcinea’s forehead.
“I love you, too,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around Gale.
The sun was beginning to rise in earnest, its warm and comforting rays shining through the window of the room that the newly married couple shared. Today was yet another beginning for them. A new adventure to be shared together.
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You could do a post about Yui and her outfits when she was still living with her father in the church (along with some headcanons)? It's canon that Yui had a rather austere and humble life, so I'm guessing her clothes were always used or second hand.
It's longer than I expected-
Fashion Headcanon - a Yui Komori lookbook
Humble coquette meets the church girl roaming in a forest full of violets.
-Her colour palette is soft. So, so soft.
-Beige, white, pale pink, baby blue mixed with bits of faded navy blue and brown.
-Loves plaid pattern or those very delicate floral designs on clothes, colours slightly washed out, making everything cohesive.
-Doesn't mind vibrant colours in general. She finds beauty in many, many things but she knows that jewel shades will look garnish on her.
-Yui prefers when her clothes aren't too tight around her chest. Her tops are generally puff sleeved, off-shoulder with ruffles on the neckline to blur the shape of her torso.
-That, even before those fuckers would make her self-conscious about her chest. Pricks.
-When wearing tank tops or t-shirts, she would wear a cardigan or a wrap-up top that has subtle strips of white lace at the end of its sleeves.
-She's simply more confortable with showing her legs or her shoulders. For instance, she loves how her pale curls fall and brush the line of her shoulders. (but the diaboys too😔)
-Knitted mittens, square necklines, lacy lolita socks, vintage chiffon blouse embedded with little flowers, myosotis, daisies, stars of Bethlehem.
-She knows how to sew and to mend her clothes when it's needed. She is cautious with her belongings though.
-Wears second-hand clothes. Because life at the church was obviously more austere and Yui grew without the materialistic need to buy and own stuff just to see it piled up in her closet. Plus, she never wanted to appear spoiled rotten or anything.
-But she likes second hand clothes also because the fabric is soft. It's comforting for her to know that the clothes she owns now, had a life before.
-These grandma blouses with small embroidered details on the sleeves or on the collar ? Stan.
-Second hand fashion allowed her to explore a different sense of fashion - to create outfits that looked good on her and not trying to look like models in magazines. So you can find a sweet blending of reminiscent 2000s and 60s fashion in the way she dresses.
-Keeps her outfits simple and practical all in all, because she's known for being quite active.
-She cooks, cleans, helps the nuns in the garden or during charitable works.
-Therefore, she would never wear heels too high, skirts too long or too short.
-When going out to do some groceries, she always ends up looking at some shops, as there is something soothing for her in watching all these different clothes and shoes displayed behind the window. She doesn't buy anything, but she envies just a little bit the groups of girls who enter these shops, giggling and ready to buy something nice.
-No jeans or leather jackets like the girls of her age. Her father didn't allow her to wear those - he never even bought her clothes.
-Well. Not never never, but until very late, Seiji would only gift her books, stationary supplies, some tea...but never clothes, makeup or jewellery. This, combined with a certain solitude and the absence of a feminine figure in her life, Yui didn't have much choice but to observe a lot. She wanted to care about her appearance. She didn't know how at first.
-Interestingly, books and art influenced her style. Without even realising it, Yui would become the modern version of spring faerie, living a peaceful life in rhythm with the bell and the services.
-Spends hours making jewellery.
-The floral hair pins and the matching necklace? Her doing.
-She is crafty and loves doing activities that require patience and creativity, pearls glistening under the sun, tinkering with little hearts and stars. Nothing complicated. Just what she needs to give that graceful faerie twist to her outfit.
-She works like this, at her vanity or on a bench outside, in front of the garden for hours. Sewing or crafting the most precious details that no one except her will notice. She works until her eyes are tired and the tea remaining at the bottom of her cup is cold. But it is during time like this, that she feels the most a peace. The happiest.
#diabolik lovers#diabolik lovers headcanons#diabolik lovers fashion#yui komori#requests open#shu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#laito sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#ayato sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#ruki mukami#kou mukami#yuma mukami#azusa mukami#carla tsukinami#shin tsukinami#kino
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Hi 💕 I hope your doin okay and get better soon. Sending you all my love !! But I hope some requests will distract you for a bit.
I was wondering if you could do general headcanons and just like a fluffy imagine for dating Darry?
Love your writing, take all the time you need :)
thx for all the kind words! sorry this took so long to write but i hope you like it!
Dating Darry hc's
Despite how cold and serious he looks this man is crazy when it comes to you
You two had been friends for a while but when he asked you out for the first time it was over the top
He had the entire gang make signs to help ask you out
That moment basically translated into everything else in your dating life with him (extra that is)
You'll come home one day and he'll have the table set with flowers and candles and some elaborate meal he spent all day cooking
He does plenty of things he hates doing with you only because he knows you love them
Like watching movies. He hates them but if you want to watch a movie he'll curl up on the couch with you and wrap you up in his arms and use all of his brainpower to focus on the movie
He definitely rests his head on your shoulder then "accidentally" falls asleep
His brothers are not allowed anywhere near the two of you on date night
Neither is the gang if we're being honest
Mainly because Darry is embarrassed that they'll see him all cuddled up with you
He loves cuddling though and will do anything for it
He will wrap his arms around you and be so careful not to hurt you since his arms are so strong
He totally plays with your hair
As a joke, he'll rub some of the grease off of his hair and put it in yours because he knows you hate the feel of hair grease
After you get annoyed with him though he'll offer to wash it out for you
He will do any simple task for you just because he likes spending time with you
You need to brush your hair? He'll do it
You need to make your bed? He'll do it
You're making lunch for work? Don't even think about touching the pantry, Darry already knows exactly what you want and how you like it
He is all for sentiment too
That necklace that you wore on your first date with him? He cleans it thoroughly once a week, even if you haven't worn it at all
The first flowers he ever gave you? He kept one and got it pressed and framed for you
The shirt that he wore during your first kiss? He has it bagged and hung up in his closet and only wears it on super special occasions
You're not allowed to be sad around him. If you are he speeds to the store and brings you back a gallon of your favorite ice cream
If you feel sick he has the perfect concoction of meds to give you and he makes your favorite food so you're better in no time
Anger is the one thing that gets him though. If you're angry with him that is the one time the Darry that everyone else knows comes out
He'll yell at you and every time he makes you cry
After you start crying though is when he snaps out of it and hugs you and says everything he can to apologize and make you feel better
You've never actually held a grudge against him because of this
You two have some sort of connection that makes everything work out
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Butch4butch
Surprise butch4butch wip to heal the soul.
[ID: Left: Cordelia (they/she). Right: Aurora(she/her occasional he). They’re both butches, Cordelia being more genderqueer and Aurora being more typically masc.
The two are holding each other and smiling, with Aurora behind Cordel, wrapping her arms around their chest and waist. A tattoo spreads itself across Aurora’s bicep, consisting of flowers and a sun on her shoulder. She’s wearing a jean jacket with its sleeves torn off, a watch, and multiple rings with a pierced eyebrow and gauges, a cross hanging from her left ear.
Cordelia has her arm around the arm wrapping their waist. Their left arm is curling up Aurora’s arm, up to her shoulder. They wear a compression black shirt and a small necklace with a large gem on the front. Then regular jeans with a carabiner on its belt. She also has one star earring, multiple rings on her fingers, and a bracelet.
End of ID]
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Elementary school teacher Billy wears his shoulder length curls loosely tied back, bootcut jeans, a clean white tank top with a loose button up over it, and slip on comfy boat shoes to work. He still keeps a small hoop earring in his ear, too. He’ll wear rings and bead bracelets and soft leather cuffs. He keeps his necklace tucked under his shirt most of the time, but it’s still there as well. Occasionally, his button down shirts have flowers embroidered on them. It’s very important to me that you all know what he looks like in this AU.
#teacher au#if you’re not familiar w/ this au#check out the tag#haven’t talked about it in months#but i’m still in love w/ it#billy hargrove
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Eddie Munson as your boyfriend! Headcanons!
I love writing headcanons
Warnings: probably none, fluff & cursed words, maybe some teasing, mention of smut (mdni), y‘all still go to Highschool so parents will be involved (if you’re an adult rn)
There definitely will be a part 2!!
My Masterlist
Tell me what you want fr but Eddie IS this perfect 50/50 boyfriend. 50% all fluff, goofy, chaotic, clumsy and cheesy. 50% serious, caring, knowing how to take care of you in every way (or the 50% are just the daddy he is, I said what I said.)
Would do anything to see you smile even if you‘d sit in front of him, crying. He‘d hold your hands in his and stroke over them softly to calm you down.
"Hey Sweetheart, was Mrs. O'donald that mean today? Always told 'ya she‘s a witch or something! Maybe an Oga!"
"Eddie stop it‘s not funny!"
"I‘m sorry darling..y'know just wanted to make you smile. Bad timing I know..come here, I’ll take care of you" and with that you sit in his lap, your head on his shoulder and hidden in his messy curls.
He definitely snores. DEFINITELY.
Congratulations! You‘re not just his partner no! You’re also his own personal teddy bear and don’t even think about moving (or breathing, lol joke)
Trying to do a diet? Not with Eddie. That boy lives for junk food and drinks.
Friday nights = your date night. None of you skips it for nothing. you’re sick? Eddie comes over and takes care of you. You have to work longer than usually? Eddie comes to your work and waits until you’re finished. Your parents said no? Eddie sneaks inside. Yep. You‘ll definitely meet.
Mostly movie or game nights with a shared blunt and sweets which lead to hot Make out sessions and at least 2 good hours of you screaming Eddie’s name (I said what I’ve said)
He always wants to join you when you’re about to take a shower but sometimes you say no, so he just stands in the door frame like a creep and watches you , you didn’t say anything against that right?:D
"Ed‘s stop! I said I wanted to shower alone today love!“
"And you are! But I also have to go inside of there!"
"If you need to take a shit just do it!"
"Are you sure 'bout that y/n?“ he smirks and raises an eyebrow
"No no! But it’s getting cold because of the opened door!"
And with that the door is closed from the inside and Eddie leans against the sink with crossed arms and a grin on his lips.
Always rolls a joint for the two of you when you say you wanna meet because he knows that you at least want to take one drag
Has a picture of you in his box where he keeps the drugs and next to his other Sweetheart (his guitar)
Gave you his guitar pick necklace and you made one for him with one of your favorite necklace extras
Gets you flowers from a daisy or sunflower field
Little self-made gifts for you or him
Dates, dates, dates. Did I mention dates? He wants to do so much with you like sneaking into a theater, a roller skate or ice skate disco (even if you had to convince him with that one), buy some ice cream, go swimming in lovers lake, go camping and so so much more!! It will never get boring
Obviously writes songs for and about you, even plays them at the hideout with corroded coffin
You’re the first person who hears about the new dnd campaign ideas he has, will also ask you for help or if you have any ideas
Will get you into dnd, if you want it or not
When you finally agree on joining hellfire, it doesn’t take him 2 seconds to give you your own shirt (because you always wore his) and will explain your whole game character to you because he‘s planned it since the first day you‘ve met
No matter how many times Eddie tells you to come to him if you feel bad so you can talk about it, he‘ll never do it himself. He always hides that he‘s also breakable. That he’s a human.
This is the reason you two have some small arguments sometimes, you just want that boy to know that he‘s safe and that you love him no matter what :(
Eddie is traumatized. That’s a fact. He needs a lot of love and attention and just needs to get reminded of it every day (what you love to do really!)
Mostly needy 1-2 blunts until he talks about how he really feels, will even start crying and shaking like a leaf in your arms sometimes because he‘s so overwhelmed with everything. He grabs you and holds you so close to him because he’s scared that you’ll be gone if he opens his eyes again.
You hold him close and support him just the way he needs and deserves it. Gosh that boy loves you so much for it.
Barely falls asleep first because he likes to admire you in your sleep, while you lay in his arms, he also loves playing with your hair softly, smiling like an idiot in love (he is an idiot in love xoxo)
#stranger things#eddie munson#joseph quinn#stranger things 4#eddie one shot#eddie oneshot#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson headcanons#eddie x reader#eddie fluff#eddie munson x y/n
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"A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows." (Maurice – E.M. Forester, written in 1913, published posthumously in 1971)
i forgot to do a full body screenshot of the second 1920s look :( but the headshot will be under the cut! argh!!!!!!
23 years left :)
1800s directory / 1900s directory
cc links under the cut!
see my resources page for genetics
keaton : get together hat / base game hair / get famous suit + shoes
kit : base game hair / chere-indolente's newlyn fisherman cableknit / cyber-frog-cc's modern man trousers / seasons boots
levin : coeurdavide's boaters for the boys / i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / cyber-frog-cc's modern man shirt and trousers / mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoes recolor
lonnie : i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / linzlu's 1910's mens set (download here) / get together shoes
maxwell : historysims4's mr hat + antoine hair + not so formal outfit
neil : happylifesims' 1930's fedora hat / twentiethcenturysims' swan suit / base game shoes
norris : cottage living hat + outfit / seasons boots
oberon : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / vroshii's vintage vest and pants / get together shoes
odie : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / twentiethcenturysims' tommy knicker suit / get famous socks / vintage glamour shoes
patrick : base game hair / wyattssims' tucked button up with long sleeves / simstrouble's robby trousers / base game socks + shoes
phocas : all base game!
reiner : johnnysimmer's ramdi hair / madameriasims4's retro polo / wyattssims' high rolled pants with rope belt / base game socks + shoes
ryland : paranormal hair / happylifesims' harold lloyd turtleneck / paranormal pants / base game shoes
shelton : sheabuttyr's andre afro / paranormal open suit / makesims' rolled corduroys / i don't remember what pack the shoes are from but i know they're from a pack
sylvain : qrqr19's moonstone hair / base game earrings / serenity-cc's faux fur coat + terra jeans / discover university shoes??
terell : ceeproductions' sponge curls / aniraklova's vice city shirt / base game pants + shoes
tyodor : dbasiasimbr's afro mohawk / base game earrings + necklace (magic earring ken, anyone??) / bustedpixels' decades glam rock conversion / wistfulpoltergeist’s night city gloves / vampires leather pants / base game boots
ulrich : okruee's adonis hair + flowers / base game necklace / definitely not grunge revival top + pants + sneakers
upton : johnnysimmer's will hair / bustedpixels' vintage adidas jacket / nucrests' comfy loose joggers / base game sneakers
thank you to @chere-indolente @cyber-frog-cc @coeurdavide @mmoutfitters @linzlu @historysims4 @happylifesimsreblogs @twentiethcenturysims @johnnysimmer @vroshii @wyattssims @simstrouble @madameriasims4 @sheabuttyr @makesims @qrqr19 @serenity-cc @ceeproductions @aniraklova @dbasiasimbr @bustedpixels @wistfulpoltergeist @okruee @mossylane and @nucrests !!!
as promised, heres what would have been the second 20s look (miles)
#my sims#sims 4 lookbook#ts4 lookbook#ts4lookbook#223 years#historical#1900s#1910s#1920s#1930s#1940s#1950s#1960s#1970s#1980s#1990s
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