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todayisafridaynight · 9 months

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Throwing in fun (not fun) facts to contribute esp bc I was tagged in the essay: (Sorry in advance this is literally my career and special interest AND I just got back from a training conference about this SO obv I am going to talk too much. Disclosure: These statistics are from peer-reviewed sources AND the National Children's Alliance. The NCA IS an American association, though, so take this all with a grain of salt bc we're applying it to someone whose bg is not American lmao. This is an essay for funsies. CW: discussion of and stats about CSA, Child Abuse) Relevant to the Jo stuff is also that victims of one/any kind of abuse are statistically much more likely to subsequently face overlapping abuse, so knowing he comes from a home where abuse and potential neglect was actively occurring sets Jo-boy up for some sad statistics. I am looking for my notes on the stats for that but it's something stupid high, I wanna say over 30 or 40%.

Additionally, 47%~ of CSA victims are revictimized. Abysmal statistic but mostly just an interesting note if this IS the case/if we choose to interpret Jo this way bc of the other things mentioned in Masu's ask, specifically if we're viewing his unhealthy and ultimately traumatic relationship with Ikumi as a potential example of that revictimization (similarly, coming from a like background, it may have been revictimizing for Ikumi if she had ever experienced something like CSA, as well. It's one of those cases where they both got hurt even if neither of them were at fault for "playing house" as Jo calls it).

Seconding/Adding on to Masu's thoughts about Jo's behavior being as self-destructive as it is because of the compounded trauma of his life, victims of adolescent abuse "engage in health-risk behaviors such as substance use, physical fighting, and risky sexual activity," in far higher numbers than non-victims. We know for facts that adolescent Jo checks at least 2 of those 3 boxes, and that he still puts himself in unnecessary danger as a full grown adult (the Heian Tower fight, and Hoshino's Office fight): An interesting and well-written cycle of trauma and abuse on RGGs part, tbh, but also so narratively telling about how he saw/sees/continues to see himself as more an object than a person. (Love your notes on that btw, it rings very true. I could write an essay on that alone tbh.)

Another weird little thing I notice from both a Doyalist AND Watsonian perspective: Jo's disclosure of his father's abuse would classify as what we call an "accidental disclosure" in the field even though it's clearly intentional that he shares it with Ichi - it's offhanded and markedly unimportant in the story he's telling. He says it passively in a literary sense, as well: "The only thing waiting for me at home was my father's fists." Like homie, that's the most roundabout way you could have said "My dad beat me." Interestingly, up to 50% of [specifically CSA] victims do not state outright that abuse occurs, but disclose it accidentally/offhandedly; and in general, accidental disclosure is more common among people who have also delayed disclosure. Up to 66% of admissions from victims of child abuse come delayed if they come at all.

I think it's a very in-character remark of him to make, but statistically, it lines up with other victims of abuse as a whole. I think it's also just cool that from the Doyalist perspective, writing his lines in this way was intentional. It's part of the whole "Everything Jo says sounds like it could mean more than one thing" thing. He speaks poetically - it's intentional not just for the character but for the writer.

Okay, I'm done for now I'm sorry I just wanted to throw some added stuff into the convo bc I love applying my everyday usage of adolescent-focused trauma care and pysch shit to blorbos and seeing what sticks. Anyway, I also have a shit ton of thoughts on Masumi Arakawa as an abuse survivor but THATS another essay I won't dig into now. If I am still in your good graces after this long ass spiel I will consider it not only amazing but perhaps even cool as hell.

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#long post #cw csa #its related im keeping it LMAO #snap chats #love the implication that you'd be 'out of my good graces' for sending this LMAO NO YOURE FINE WHY WOULD I BE MAD #i wouldve chewed out masu at this point if that were the case i enjoy readin these #the thing is we just have to accept im very stupid and wont have a lot of commentary. just quiet note taking #and i very much do appreciate posts like these cause its a nice reminder for things im aware of but have become very passive to #like jo's passive exposure of his traumas is something im aware of and because of that i dont focus on it as much as i should #so thank you- to you and masu for writing as extensively as you do #again im just very dumb so i wont have anything else to add on that hasnt been already said #or it wont be anything i can just sit and write in a couple of minutes its something thatd prob take a while to write as in-depth as i want #which is why i feel bad for responding. Not At All with these types of asks LMAO CAUSE EVIDENTLY a lot of effort is done by you guys #and i appreciate it a lot so thank you again for writing in #arakawa as an abuse survivor is something i think of a lot and remembering his abuse as a child shines light on his actions and mentality #so i mean if you wanna share your thoughts on that go ahead ! just know. i prob will Also not have a lot to add on to it LMAO #LIKE THE BEST WAY I CAN INTERPRET MY LINGUISTIC INEPTITUDE IS JUST ME LISTENING my sister tells me i listen really well #and i do enjoy listening. because again im not smart enough to think of things on my own or i dont think its worth sharing some things #so always happy to read whatever you want to share

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rosielovesf1 · 2 months

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podiums + pregnancies

someone knows how to make an entrance (she gets it from her mummy)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none! (my first post oop)

author's note: welcome to my blog!! this is a bit rough, but i figured it's only going to get better with time so here goes. thanks for spending some time on my little corner of the internet!

y/n was not joking when she said her ankles had left the building. she didn’t know when it had happened, but they had completely and utterly given up on her.

“Baby girl, it’s just rude at this point,” she said quietly to herself. Despite the discomfort, she was unable to stop the beginnings of a smile when she thought about the little human that she’d couldn’t wait to meet. “I thought we had a deal that you wouldn’t do this to me until my maternity leave started.”

And that leave was so close she could practically taste it (thank God), but brought with it some bittersweet feelings. In her comfortable seat in the McLaren motorhome, watching the race coverage on the television with papaya headphones secured over her ears, she took a second to enjoy the moment. Her whole life she’d been working towards her dream of being a motorsport journalist, and after a couple of wildly successful interviews with the most closed off of drivers, she was catapulted into the glitzy and glamorous world of F1. In the midst of seeing her dreams come true, she hadn’t expected to fall in love- with the curly haired boy who was currently in a comfortable third place.

The garage started to buzz with excitement as the end of the race drew closer and closer. y/n gasped as Lando’s position was threatened with five laps to go, but he defended skilfully, pulling ahead on the straight and successfully creating more distance between him and the contender. The mechanics roared, and suddenly there was a flurry of motion as they got ready to cheer their driver to the checkered flag.

“That’s your daddy!” y/n said, unable to contain her excitement. There was an uncomfortable twinge in her gut when she stood to celebrate him crossing the finish line with the rest of the garage, but it was easily ignored in the midst of hugs and cheers with the rest of the team. Pato found her in the crowd (she was hard to miss at 38 weeks pregnant), and squeezed her shoulders in a side hug.

“No wonder he’s on the podium, with his lucky charms here,” the McLaren reserve driver said, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. y/n's smile grew as she took him in- race weekends were always made better by his presence in the McLaren garage. Pato had been one of her very first motorsport interviews while working in IndyCar, and her nerves had been through the roof when first meeting him. Luckily, they’d clicked instantly, bonding over their shared upbringing in Texas, and her ability to draw out his wonderful personality on camera had been a huge help to advancing her career. “Wanna head over there?”

“Yes! Definitely. But I’m warning you, it’s going to be slow.” She shook her head and smiled fondly down at her bump. “I’ve seen turtles who walk faster than me.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, steadying her arm as she stepped down from the raised platform where chairs were placed in the garage. “I think you could at least win a race with a snail.”

“Mean!” she laughed, swatting his arm away as they followed the horde of people surging towards the podium. “You get pregnant, and then we’ll see how you do.”

“Yeah, I don't think that's in the cards for me,” he said, bumping her shoulder. There was too much noise to continue their conversation as they neared the podium, and they only had to pause once on their journey as y/n breathed through another twinge. This one seemed a little stronger, but she recovered quickly, and Pato shielded her as people jostled for a spot close to the front. Luckily, the McLaren team recognized her fondly and made a path towards the fence, closing in behind her and Pato so they couldn’t be bumped around.

“God, this never gets old.” y/n said, taking in the roar of the crowd, the feeling of being one in a sea of many.

“Here he comes!” Pato yelled over the many voices around them, and an uncontrollable smile broke out across her face as her boy pulled off his helmet and ran towards them.

He slowed down as he neared her, wrapping her in a tight yet cautious hug.

“Doing okay, baby?” he said into her ear, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Are you kidding me? You were amazing out there! I’m so proud of you!” y/n squealed, hugging him as tightly as her belly allowed. Cameras clicked around them as she pulled back to meet his soft lips, smiling into the short kiss.

“Did it for my girls.” He said, eyes bright as he stared into hers. For a second, it was just them, and she felt a warm rush of gratitude for where life had taken her. Dream career, dream love, and a new dream- a child made from the best parts of both of them, arriving in just a few weeks.

“Go celebrate with your team,” she mouthed, eyes going glossy.

He looked conflicted but nodded, gently cupping the sides of her face and planting a kiss on her forehead before stepping away. With a giant whoop, he launched himself into the crowd of waiting McLaren employees, clapping hands with some and hugging others. He shot a wink over at her before walking into the building and the cooldown room, and the crowd grew antsy as they waited for the trophy presentation.

Now that there was a lapse in the excitement, the twinges y/n felt were becoming harder and harder to ignore. She gripped Pato’s arm to her left as a particularly bad one came on, wincing in pain.

“y/n?” he asked, voice filled with worry. “Everything okay? Is it too crowded?”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, the pain subsiding within a few seconds. “I just, I keep feeling this squeezing sensation that I-”

They came to the realization at the same time, and Pato’s eyes seemed to almost be more terrified than hers. “You don’t think?”

“I uh-, I mean,” Pato looked around frantically. Any hopes of further conversation were blown away as the trophy presentation started, and Lando was announced as the third place driver. He walked out onto the podium, a smile on his face and Pirelli hat on, taking his spot on the third place platform. His happy expression only grew as he scanned the crowd, until his eyes found what y/n assumed was an alarming sight- her practically doubled over, hanging onto Pato’s arm for dear life, and Pato looking like he would rather be thrown out of an F1 car than in this situation.

Others around them started to take notice, and the female employees in particular rushed to her aid, offering bottles of water. y/n accepted gratefully, and looked up in time to notice that her favorite driver was no longer standing proudly on stage, and all of a sudden he was rushing out to find her at the fence.

“Go back-” y/n forced out. “Fine. Just need a second.”

“Baby, no.” He said, finding a way to move the fence so y/n could join him on the other side. He took charge of supporting her- Pato practically sagged in relief- and ran a hand over her hair. “We have to go. Oh my god, we have to go? Is it time?”

“No.” y/n said firmly. She could feel all eyes of the crowd on her, and even the announcer on the podium had paused his program to watch the chaos unfolding below. “Your moment! She can wait!”

But as y/n's face crumpled in the wake of another contraction, the decision was made for the both of them by their daughter- she was coming, and she was coming now. His hands shook as he guided her inside, y/n groaning more about making a scene than the pain. Pato called out a feeble “Good luck!” from behind and she sent a weak wave his way.

A staff member inside the cooldown room had already called an ambulance, and Lando guided y/n into a chair before squatting down to press his forehead against hers.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, rubbing her hands over his shoulders.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” he said, taking a deep breath to try to stop his hands from shaking as he intertwined them with hers. The combination of the post-race adrenaline and the imminent arrival of their daughter was doing crazy things to his nervous system. “I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m so sorry you spent the day here when you could’ve been comfortable at home.”

She shook her head at him, her deep breaths the only sound in the space. “No place I’d rather be.”

He squeezed her hands at that, kissing both cheeks and leaving the lightest kiss on her nose.

“She’s really coming, huh?” y/n whispered in disbelief, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“She’s really coming,” Lando laughed, not able to believe his luck.

@y/nnorris: our angel on earth. amelia parker hinata norris. 03/16/2024.

@landonorris: my two favorite girls in the world. ☀️ someone knows how to make an entrance (she gets it from her mummy). ready for #2 whenever you are @y/nnorris

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #mclaren f1

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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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Sunday Mornings

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When you get a morning off to share together, Spencer just wants to be as close as he can to you.

Content/Warnings: Cockwarming, reader and Spencer are fluffy, some slightly sub!Spencer.

Word Count: 0.6K

Kinktober Day Three: Cockwarming

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“You’re being so clingy today Spence.” You’d commented, stating the obvious due to the fact that Spencer was laying on top of you. His head rested comfortably against your chest as he relished in your fingers twisting and pulling at strands of hair.

“I just wanna be close to you. We hardly ever get time to lay together.” That much was true, there was a reason that he is as touch starved as he is at the moment. Holding him doesn’t bother you, so you don’t complain.

Instead, you let out a content hum. “Yeah.. We got lucky today though. I think we should bask in it to the fullest extent.”

It had been two hours since you both woke up, not even opting to get out of bed as you were curled up with one another under the sheets, the warm glow of the early morning sunrise seeping in through your curtains. It was something straight out of a romance movie.

“I agree. I love being here with you. Just us. No unsubs, no team..” Spencer was offering a soft smile while letting his head lift slightly, his honey colored eyes glistening from the sunlight gleaming off of them. “I know it’s probably too early but I have a request.”

“Too early? Are you trying to have sex with me, Dr. Reid?” Your words were light, teasing as you crinkled your nose in a fond manner. The words had his cheeks bright red, head shaking rapidly. “No! I mean, I like having sex with you but I don’t wanna do that now.. Ask me later.” It was his turn to joke without clearing his throat.

“I wanted to ask if I could..” He began while blushing once more. “Put uh, put it inside?”

His awkwardness was cute, the way he felt weird mentioning sex or saying things alone with dick, pussy, anything really.

“You want to put your cock inside of me?” You ask, filling in the gaps. You spoke fluent Spencer Reid after three years of being with him.

“Y-yes.” The mere thought caused his cock to harden. “I just wanna be close to you.” He added softly while pushing himself to sit up some.

“You can do that, baby. You know that you can just ask next time.” Your words were teasing as your hips lifted off the mattress, panties and bottoms being tugged down your legs, your partner’s eyes trailing down your naked lower half while a little whine slipped from his lips.

“Come on, Spence.” Your words were soft and sweet, your hand coming down to gently tug the sleep pants down his legs along with his boxers. “Hold on, make sure to lick your hand first.” You commanded, a soft hum leaving your lips while watching the male nod quickly, always following instructions so well.

As his tongue licked the palm of his hand, he gave his hardened cock a few strokes before he was aligning the thick head with your glistening pussy. “Go ahead, I’m comfortable.” Your assurance made the male nod while his shaft was slowly sinking inside of your inviting warmth. It was enough to elicit a little whimper as he let his eyes flutter shut.

As he lowered his body down to lay on you again, he was shifting to get comfortable while letting his hands slowly wrap around your torso. You had to sit up a bit to allow his arms to engulf you in a hug but you weren’t complaining at all.

“I just wanna lay with you all day like this, not even move. So warm.” His voice was slurred, already dozing once more. Getting time to enjoy each other’s presence was rare, just as rare as getting a good nap at any point of the day. You’d continued your movements, nails lightly scratching Spencer’s scalp to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

The soft snores filling the room caused a soft laugh to leave your lips, eyes closing as you let your eyes flutter shut. This was like heaven. Warmth, wrapped up in one another intimately while savoring every single moment together.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Hi! So I know you did a jealous gf with Hobie Brown and I loved that one! I was wondering if you could maybe do the opposite like Hobie is jealous of Miles or something! I feel like it could be interesting! If not feel free to ignore!! Thank you for taking the time to read this!!:)

LOVE THIS AHHH. But you wanna know what I also love that fits this… THE DAMN CUREEE 🙏🏽🙏🏽

I’m not jealous.

“G’morning.” He mumbled, looking at you as you woke up.

“Good morning.” You stretched, and looked back at him.

You both stayed silent for a good 10 minutes, just staring at each other.

“So, what we doin’ today?”

“Well, I’m gonna go hangout with miles for a little bit after work.“

“Miles?”

“Yeah… he’s like a little brother to me. He’s sweet.”

“Sweet?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Quit being jealous, we gotta get to HQ before Miguel murders us.”

“I’m not jealous.” He said, and picked up his suit from the desk.

“Mhm.” You said as you changed, he didn’t look and respected your privacy as you did so, even if you didn’t mind.

“Alright. Let’s go, so that I can get out of this damn shit quicker.” You said.

He laughed “If it’s so uncomfortable, why not make a new one?”

“Because the fans here like this suit.” You shrugged and pointed to it.

(Make one up in your head or search them up on Pinterest for ideas on what some would look like)

“I think it’s amazing. But if it’s uncomfortable I mean-“

“I’ll be fine.” You shrugged it off.

“Alright. Suit yourself.” He shrugged, and opened a portal to HQ.

“Sorry we’re late.” You said to Miguel, when you saw that the others were already lined up.

He looked at Hobie. He liked you a bit more than Hobie luckily.

“I’m gonna go ahead and blame you.” He pointed to Hobie as you guys stood in line.

“Anyways, as I was saying, you guys are probably some of the best people I have, so I want all of you to team up, in groups of 5.”

He had to make it 5 because their was 25 people, so there’s be 5 groups.

Pavitr, Gwen, And miles all went up to you both.

“Hey guys.” Pavitr said, as he did a handshake he had with Hobie.

“Hi.”

After saying hi to everyone, you all got the mission and headed there.

“So, this should be pretty easy.”

“Miguel doesn’t just hand out easy missions. I’m sure it’s not as easy as it sounds.”

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The mission was not easy, but after it, instead of going to your home and fixing up, you hung out with Miles. He invited Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr to come as well, but Gwen was busy.

Hobies irritation grew every time you talked to him.

Luckily, Pavitr was with him. Pavitr sensed his annoyance and touched his shoulder.

“What’s up?” He asked after a while.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you just keep staring at them.”

Hobie groaned, you and Miles were in the living room for a moment, getting some popcorn.

“I jus’… I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t love me, Y’Know?”

Pavitr laughed at that. “Uh, I’m sure she does. Have you heard the way she talks about you?”

“What do you mean?” His face scrunched up.

“She talks about you all the time. Always asking the same thing you’re asking right now. If you like her. She adores you.”

“Nah, you’re lying.” He pushed pavitr. But pavitr shook his head.

“Nope. She always is asking about you and Gwen.” He laughed.

“I guess… I never really thought of that.” He said, looking at you in the living room.

“Her eyes light up every time she sees you, believe me man, she loves you just as much as you love her, if not more.”

You went on the floor and sat next to hobie, you two shared a popcorn bowl while Miles and Pavitr shared.

You rested your head on Hobie’s shoulder as the movie started playing. He looked at you, just looking.

“What? Something on my face?” You asked when you noticed him staring.

“Nah. I love you.” He said, it was random so you were a bit confused.

“I love you more.” You both leaned in and kissed, when Miles and Pavitr started throwing popcorn at you both.

“Very cute, but keep it pg!” You rolled you eyes and you both laughed.

Hobie didn’t worry about Miles after that.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #I love this #spider man x reader #spider man across the spider verse #spider punk x reader

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syoounn · 16 days

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¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮~ ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

▪︎Saying "I like you" to bsd characters as they're your husbands.

▪︎Fluff!

▪︎Characters: Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma

Part 2

Chuuya

Your husband just got home from work as trudges his way into your shared bedroom as you immediately hugged him.

He smile softly at your small gesture, wrapping his arms back to you and snuggling back and spoke.

"I'm sorry I was late, Doll. I got stuck at my work"

He leans up slightly as he kisses your forehead. He’s always done things like this. The gesture is sweet, but it always feels so right. You’re his, and so he makes this fact known as often he can. You smiled and giggling...

"I waaanna say something chuu~"

He looks up at you in curiously as his hand brushing through your hair

"What is it?"

You leaned in to whisper to his ear

"I like you~" you said as you giggled.

His smile grows as you whisper that to him. While he’d usually be annoyed by such sappy statements, he can’t help the flush that forms on his cheeks.

“You like me..?”

He turns slightly to catch your gaze, the corners of his mouth curling into a small smirk.

“Hm, I like you too.”

He said with the charming smile on his face. You can't help but fall in love with him again. Chuuya chuckles softly, his brows furrowing in what appeared to be a thoughtful expression.

“I suppose that’s a silly thing for us to even say to each other. I mean, we are married for god’s sake- It would be pretty shitty of me," Chuuya chuckles softly, his brows furrowing in what appeared to be a thoughtful expression.

"I still wanna say it", You said.

Chuuya snorts, then chuckles. His smirk becomes a smile as he looks at you adorably. “Then say it again. Go ahead.”

"I like you so much...!" you said proudly as you looked at him. Chuuya smiles brightly at this, not bothering to hide his blush anymore. Chuuya tilts his head to the side curiously, but he doesn’t pry any further. He knew that you would tell him the ‘why’ when you felt like it.

Instead, he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“And I like you.” As he said that, you both ended up cuddling and laying on bed and peacefully sleeping tonight.

Fyodor

You waited for your husband to come back home, as you heard the door and opened and immediately get up to see who it is..

"Greetings Myshka, Im back.."

You immediately rushed to go hugged fyodor as he returns your embrace, one of his hands resting on your back as his cheek presses against your hair.

" It's good to be back with you, May I ask favor?"

You smiled as you eager to tell him something silly and he knows... you're excited to tell him.

"I wanna say something first!"

You said excitedly, "Oh?" Fyodor hums, letting go of you and leaning against the nearest wall. "Go on, dear. Speak your mind."

"I like you..!" You said while smiling warmly.

Fyodor smiles, amused, as he looks down at you. "I am aware of that, dear. Why do you want to bring it up right now?"

"Nothing... just wanna say it to you..."

"Very well, I appreciate your directness, dear."

Fyodor chuckles. But then, something crosses his mind, and his grin drops. "However, I must ask you a different question. May I?"

You tilted your head on confusion, "Hm?"

"Please be a good girl and head into the bedroom for me, would you?"

You were more confused to a sudden request, "But it's too early.." You said as you were drinking some water.

"I believe it's about time we made our marriage... physical." He said gently as he looks rather serious...

"You will be an excellent mother, I am sure of it" He smiled gently.

You were shocked and choked on the water.. it was just all of a sudden as you were coughing.

"Ah.. Myshka, You should drink slowly... Now.. get prepared as I'll do my husband duty to satisfy you..."

Sigma

Your husband Sigma loved the most is his Sky Casino and especially you... the one who is currently cuddling him.

"My love, could i please get back to work?"

He asked holding you with a soft smile, while looking at you with the shy loving gray eyes of his.

"No... just five more minutes.." You said as you protest to let him go.

He chuckled softly to himself as he heard you protest, though he still kept his soft smile on his lips.

“You know our employees need my guidance right?” He asked while playing with your fingers.

“But don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long anyways…" He said softly while rubbing his thumb on your fingers. “Just let me go back to work and manage and in no time I’ll be back and I’ll make sure to kiss you all over!”

You finally let go as you spoke. "Fine but i wanna say something first!"

He then looked at you with curiosity waiting for something you have to say.

You leaned closer to his ear and whispered,

"I like you so much.."

Sigma’s cheeks immediately went hot right after hearing you confess to him that you liked him a lot. He couldn’t help but feel his heart beat a bit faster than usual. He smiled a shy smile as he processed everything you said.

“I…” He hesitated for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say but nothing really came up to mind. Instead of giving you a proper reply, he hugged you tighter against him as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You exactly knew how to make him flustered.. as you get up and giggling and leaving him flustered.

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #sigma x reader

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sleekswosobession · 4 months

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the heart wants what it wants

alexia putellas x fem!reader

request: here & here

A/N: tried a diff writing style in this one, i think i like it better.

TW: swearing? (idk if it’s considered but i see other people doing it)

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National camp, you hated it. Nearly everything about it sucked. Keyword, nearly. It means you got to see her. The captain of Spain, and the captain of Barcelona. You know it’s probably not a good idea to fall for your ‘enemy’ but how couldn’t you? Faded pink hair, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Who wouldn’t love that.

It would be easier if you weren’t so devoted to your own club, Real Madrid. The biggest rival of Barcelona. But that can be put aside for the little bit that comes with National camp, even if friend groups are very much seperate.

You wait as the rooms get announced. For who knows what, you get paired with Alexia. Olga sends a sly smirk to which you immediately slap her on the arm.

“Don’t you dare say a word Carmona.” Is all you say before lugging your bags and taking a keycard, heading towards the shared room.

“The bed on the window alright for you?” She asks, you nod.

You miss the way that she’s slightly nervous, and blushing. Too focused on trying to keep your own feelings at bay.

After unpacking everything, you’re laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, daydreaming which soon turns to actual dreaming when you fall asleep.

You’re woken up by a soft voice telling you that dinner is ready and to go down to everyone. It’s Alexia, you blush again looking away. Nodding before getting your shit together and moving on.

You walk down splitting from Alexia and going to sit down at a table with Olga, Ivana and Athenea.

“Don’t give me that look Olga.” You sigh as she smirks.

“I will make you do laps.” You threaten.

“You would not! I saved you a plate, look here.” She slides a plate over which you accept in thanks before turning to small talk with the girls.

Something which somehow goes unknown to everyone at your table, Alexia is watching. Receiving teasing from her own friends.

“Alexia, just ask her out already. My God it’s getting annoying of you two just blushing and staring at each other all day.” Jenni says to her friend, while they may be exes there’s still a lot of respect.

“I don’t know Jenni, she wouldn’t feel the same. We are captains of rival teams!” The dark haired spaniard rolls her eyes.

“Alexia.” This time it’s Misa. “I’m on the same team as her so let me. She says she has a crush but only Olga knows of it. And apparently it’s someone from another team. That’s all I know, but I did see Olga smirk when your rooms were read and then Y/N hit her whispering something.” She shrugs.

“If that doesn’t scream, my best friend is roomed with her crush and now she’s hitting me for pointing it out behaviour. I don’t know what is. You have until the end of camp to do this or I will ask her out for you myself.” The goalkeepers outburst surprises Alexia but she nods anyways, thinking that maybe tonight she’ll tell you. Maybe.

After dinner, and all the players are sent back to their respective rooms or to play games in the common area. You find yourself wondering around the hotel. Thinking about upcoming games and literally everything in between that.

After an hour or so of exploring different areas, finding a gym, swimming pool and jacuzzi you make your way back to the room where Alexia is pacing around.

“Penny for your thoughts?” This seems to get her out of the trance and she immediately looks up, blushing lightly. Is that a blush? You wonder.

“Lo siento, it’s nothing.” Your eyebrows light up in surprise.

“Well, if you need anything I’m right here.” She nods slowly, as if considering her options.

“Actually, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask.” She looks down nervously at her hands, fidgeting with them.

“Go ahead.” You answer lightly with a small smile.

“I was wondering… maybe you’d wanna go on a date?” Your eyes open wide, this wasn’t what you expected at all.

“Uhh, y-yeah! Sure. Like… romantic right?” You stutter as she relaxes and nods.

“Yeah, like that. Maybe when we have time to explore, the day before the game? We can find a place.” You nod.

“That sounds amazing, it should be fun.” After the conversation ends, you immediately message Olga the news. Who is… screaming in text messages.

- - - - -

Unable to keep a smile of your face for the next few days, it seems the team is doing alright given certain circumstances. Alexia does take you out on that date and it ends with a kiss that makes you feel like a high schooler experiencing their first love. Cheesy, but true nonetheless. The team hasn’t found out yet but the respective friend groups teased both you and Alexia relentlessly, which only resulted in blushing messes and stuttered words.

Sometimes, a little bit of encouragement and fate can work wonders.

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nkogneatho · 1 year

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"𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔" - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐍

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Satoru has a very strong obsession with sweet things. You were surprised how your boyfriend not had diabetes yet.

"Aren't you worried that your teeth might fall off?" you questioned him, as soon as you came out of the sweet shop with a white polythin bag in your hand. You went to buy him the mochi he likes so much, as a result of losing your bet.

"Don't worry. You know I am the strongest. So is my teeth, baby" You rolled your eyes at the comment. It was annoying enough that you lost the bet, and he was now just getting on your nerves acting like a hotshot. Your mind couldn't help but wonder how he would act if you mess with him. Taking a step forward to the sidewalk, you left your boyfriend behind. He followed you like a puppy as he always does. Toru noticed the noise of plastic wrapper. When he skipped two steps ahead to face you, what he saw was you chewing his desert.

"Hey!" he frowned cutely.

"Quite tasty," a subtle smile on your face, internally laughing at his reaction. Oh but you were stupid. You really thought he would let this go? Your boyfriend scanned you for a minute and then—

*kiss*

He caught your lips, tasting the faint relish of the chocolate syrup on your lips. He pulled back after a few seconds, leaving your body stunned on the sidewalk.

"You were right, baby. It is quite tasty." You were taken aback. You never new your first kiss with him would be like this.

"Toru wha—"

"In fact, I love it. I think I wanna taste more." You couldn't help but blush at the suggestion.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Geto never shared his cigarettes with anyone. But with you, it was different.

"Ugh, this is the worst," you groan in frustration.

"Chill out. You can cover it up by the next month," suguru comforted you. He lit up the cig and took a whiff.

"But how can they just ignore all my presentations? I think they were pretty amazing. Don't you think they were amazing?" you looked at him in hopes he'll take your side. He did.

"Okay first of all, it was surreal, sweetheart. And second of all, forget about it because your lovely lovely boyfriend is here," you laugh to which he shoots you a confused look. "What? am I not lovely?" He probably didn't get that you were laughing because how cute he sounded. Not because he wasn't lovely. He was. He was the loveliest matter of fact. Suguru pouts and looks away, taking another drag.

"ah fuck it. Gimme that." You take the cig from his hand. You can feel the tip slightly wet. "We are indirectly kissing haha," you laugh, eyes closed to smoke it. When your hands fall down with cig, you could feel a body moving closer, and a set of lips locking with yours. The bitter-cold taste of mint tobacco flavor on your tongue. When you opened your eyes, Suguru had already taken the cigarette from your hand, which completely when unnoticed by you. Maybe you were too busy feeling his lips.

"Indirect kiss, my ass. I want to kiss you directly. Ya got that?" He is adorable, getting pressed over some unserious thing you said.

"Got it. My lovely boyfriend.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji was straight forward. He didn't like beating around the bush. But when it came to you, he suddenly became a highschool teenage girl from a rom com who's so nervous that she unknowingly comes off mean to her love interest.

You found it adorable. The little things he did subconsciously that you found so adorable. You remember once you told him how you found sausages cut in octopus shape cute. So now you caught him making the same cuts, while he cooks breakfast for you, in his apartment.

"Wow. A grown scary looking man making cute shaped breakfast. Aren't you too old for that?"

"Shut up, babe. Ya know they're f'you. D'ya want me to poison them?" He shot a glare to you.

"Meanie," you frowned. You took a step to the stove, watching the sunny side up egg turning into an eclipse in the pan. "Uhm, Chef Toji," you called. "Your eggs are burning." You watched him place the knife on the chopping board, hastily rushing over towards the stove, turning it off. Toji sighed. But he heard someone laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Aw, aren't you a adorable little thing," you wiped away the tear from all the laugh. "It's hard to believe you're an assassin." You looked over at the counter with the octopus sausages, so perfectly cut. "Only good with blades, are you?"

The smile on your face slowly started fading as you found the big hunky man moving closer and close to you until there was no step for you to take back. Until your back hit the wooden cupboard. Toji ran his emerald iris on your lips. But before you could hide them away from him, biting it in, he captured them. Toji pushed his tongue past your lips, making your legs jelly.

"Not just blades, 'm also good with ma' lips." The attitude you had earlier, evaporated all of a sudden. Toji leaned to your side. "Wanna see what else 'm awesome at?" he whispered in your ears, totally making you lose your usual smug self.

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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 6 months

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Day 21: Thighriding

♤♡-Pairs: Wriothesley x male!reader

☆☆-Warnings: Thigh riding, male anatomy, cuming in pants, begging, good boy (for reader), he calls you pretty, mentions of licking you clean at the end

A/N: Will be busy later, so early post! Enjoy♡

"Your Grace, you wanted to see me?" You asked, pausing briefly at the top of the staircase. "Yes, come in," he waved his hand toward you before gesturing to the seat in front of the desk. As you sat down, he chuckled. "You don't have to be so formal with me, you know, no one else is here." Heat radiated off your cheeks as you looked down.

"M'sorry, force of habit Your Gra-i mean Wriothesley."

He hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk, eyes casting over your body. You shifted, "So, what did you need?" And without missing a beat, "You."

Already, you could feel your dick twitch in your pants, hardening immediately. "M-me? Why?" It was a dumb question. What else could he possibly mean? But he humored you anyway, scooting his chair back as he patted his thigh, saying nothing. Your mouth felt dry as you swallowed thickly, lifting yourself from the chair. Knowing full well, he could see how excited you'd gotten from just the mere thought of him wanting you. His eyes darted to your hardening erection before looking back up at you. Wriothesley placed his large hands on your waist as soon as you sat down. Your ass flush with the meat of his thighs.

His hands ghosted up your sides, eyes looking into yours before he hummed. "You know very well why you're here." He leaned forward, nosing at the expanse of your neck. Nibbling on your earlobe before tugging, "You're my favorite stress relief, apart from tea." A shiver ran through your body as you couldn't help but move your hands to his shoulders. Your grip tightened as he continued to ghost his lips across your skin.

"But before that, I want to watch you." He leaned back, his hands still resting on your waist. Watch you? What did-, "Do you mean.." you trailed off, the request already clicking in your mind. He nodded, waiting. Your cheeks heated as excitement grew in your tummy.

Slowly, you shifted your hips. Gasping softly as your clothed cock rubbed against his thigh. The firm muscle doing more than its share at bringing you pleasure. "Your Grace.." you sighed, struggling to get good momentum. Your legs dangling just barely above the ground. "Need my help? Beg for it." More embarrassment (and excitement) rushed through you.

"Please Your Grace…help me, need your help." You pleaded, fingers tugging at his shirt as you still tried to move yourself. The tip of your cock already leaking sticky pre from the stimulation. "Try again." He said almost immediately, making you whine. You wrapped your arms around him now, whining against the shell of his ear as you indeed, tried again. "Your Grace, please help me grind myself against your thigh. Wanna make a mess for you."

That seemed to do the trick as his hands slid back down to your hips, helping you move. You gasped, the pleasure increasing. Cock twitching and leaking into the front of your pants. The sticky liquid causing your tip to get caught every time you moved. Creating a lovely tingling sensation that had your stomach muscles pulling taught, whining against his neck. "So pretty," he murmured. His thumbs massaging circles into the dips of your hips. Warmth filled your tummy from his words, a knot forming, indicating it wouldn't be long before-

"Oh fuck-Your Grace…m'gonna…m'gonna.."

"Go ahead. Make a mess for me like you wanted." The low vibration of his voice rumbling against your chest was the last straw. With your face buried in his neck, your hips stuttered as you came. Doing exactly as he said, making a mess of yourself. Your dick pulsating, dripping more of your cum onto the fabric of your boxers. "Good boy," he purred. Lifting you from his shoulder so he could see the mess you made. The front of your pants now harboring a wet spot. He licked his lips,

"So messy. Why don't you lay back for me, and I'll lick you clean."

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A/N: Should I write a part two of him licking you clean? 🤔

Prev. ☆ Next.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #kinktober #genshin impact x reader #lovelies getting freaky #wriothesley #wriothesley x male reader #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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List of smut prompts

“So how do you want me to fuck you?”

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”

A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”

“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“Can I— can I please touch myself?”

“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”

“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”

“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”

“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”

A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.

“Mine. All mine.”

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

“I love getting to know you like this.”

“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”

“Is this okay?”

“How much do you want this?”

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Shh, just a little more…”

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Say please.”

“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.

“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”

“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”

“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”

“Need/want you in me.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Not so fast, bun.”

“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”

“Want your fingers in me.”

“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”

“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.

“Rough or gentle?”

“Fuck, look at you right now…”

“You’re really messing with my head here.”

“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”

“Wanna feel you against me.”

“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”

“Clothes on or clothes off?”

“All yours. Only yours.”

“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”

“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”

“I want you to say my name like that again.”

“Aren’t you desperate?”

“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”

“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”

“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

“Be good for me.”

“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”

“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”

“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”

“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”

“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”

“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Please let me come.”

“I-I promise I’ll be good.”

“How are you feeling?”

“God, you feel so good around me.”

“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

“You good?”

“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”

“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”

“You wanna take control?”

“Let me ride you.”

“Behave.”

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”

“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”

“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”

“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”

“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”

A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”

“How do you want me to touch you?”

“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”

Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.

“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”

In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”

“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”

“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Lift your hips up for me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”

“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”

“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”

“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”

“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”

“I think you’d look even better under me.”

“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”

“Want you to ruin me.”

“Do whatever you want with me.”

“Just sit on my fucking face already.”

“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”

“What did I just say?”

“You feel so fucking good in me.”

“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”

“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”

“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

“Let me make you feel good this time?”

“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”

“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”

“Let’s take it back to my place.”

“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”

“Turn around.”

“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”

“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”

Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.

“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”

“No one does it like you.”

“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”

“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”

“Need a hand?”

“Aww, how eager can you get?”

“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”

“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”

“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”

“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”

“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”

“You’d sound so good begging for it.”

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”

“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”

“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.”

#Smut prompts #Dialogue prompts #Otp prompts #Writing prompts #Writing scenarios #friends with benefits prompts #i might have used some of these lines in my own fics and i find them very hot so fucking sue me for it #enemies with benefits prompts

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plussizeficchick · 1 year

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Taste of Heaven | Sugar Daddy!Gojo x Bimboish! Chubby Reader

Warnings: (Smut; oral, fingering, vibrator, light impact play, ‘toru’s a bit mean in this one)

Gojo loves your smile.

He loves the way your cute, chubby cheeks lift. How he can actually see stars in your eyes when your lips curve upwards.

It really doesn’t take much.

New Jimmy Choos here, Telfars different colors and sizes there. He barely made a dent in his pocket yet you thought he was spoiling you.

He hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of spoiling you.

How you met was of pure chance. Gojo felt there was something, someone lacking from his life. He had all this wealth, yet no one to share it with. As he was browsing through the various expensive clothes in front of him, he hadn’t bothered to pay attention and bumped into you. You were trying to decide which mini skirt would go with your bubblegum pink top. “Oof- Hey, Mister? Which do you think is cuter, light blue or dark?” Satoru almost didn’t catch your question because he was too busy gaping in awe.

The only way to describe you was angelic. Gorgeous eyes that he could already feel himself getting lost in, pouty, plump lips that he could only imagine felt like pillows, cute, pudgy tummy that complimented your bodycon dress deliciously.

Pure heaven.

He let out an awkward cough before answering, “Why not both?” You let out a soft giggle, “I can’t get both, silly! I’m already buying a bunch of stuff.” Satoru smiles, peeking over his shades, “That’s not a problem, Angel.”

— —

“Are you sure about this, ‘Toru?” You murmured, glassy eyes staring back into light blue ones. He gave you a loving squeeze as a smirk made its way to his face, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Of course, Angel. Has daddy ever been wrong?” You shake your head, pressing a brief peck to his lips before moving to check yourself in the mirror again, Satoru raking his eyes up and down your figure.

You looked great, you always do. Satoru decided to splurge, once again, treating you to a shopping spree and now dinner. You decided to wear one of the many Armani gowns that you’d bought, though this one hugged your curves impeccably. You paired it with your sleek black Louboutin heels, which made your thighs look even more yummy than they already do, and Satoru can already feel himself getting hard. But he can’t get ahead of himself.

You’ve got a cute baby blue vibrator nestled in your cunt just begging to be tested out.

So for now, he’ll put his desires aside and sit through dinner.

— —

You’d made it as far as the door before both you and Satoru lost your patience.

He pressed you up against the door, his tongue swirling in tandem with yours as he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, soft whimpers spilling from your lips. “On. Turn it on, ‘Toru.” You whine against his lips. He abruptly pulls away from your lips, pushing you back as you chase after him. He delivers a slap to your cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to know he means business. “Since when did you start telling daddy what to do?” He says, carrying you over to your couch. He takes his time peeling away at your clothes, leaving you bare while he remains fully clothed. A shiver runs down your spine as he lays you across his lap, kneading your ass cheeks. “Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their place.” He muttered before reeling his hand back and delivering a harsh slap to your ass. You whine at the pain, but your cunt clenches at the slight pleasure that comes afterward. “You’re my cocksleeve, love. A dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He says, delivering a slap between each pause. Your body shifts as he spanks you, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes what you’re trying to do.

He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up so you can really hear him. “I see you trying to get off on my thigh, fucking slut. Since you wanna cum so bad, I’ll let you cum, but you’re gonna cum for me all. Fucking. Night.” He sits you up so that you’re straddling him before he reaches for his phone. He taps his chin, almost as if he’s in thought. “Hmm, should I make you work for it, or should I just put it on the highest setting?” He contemplates, though he already knows his answer. He turns it on the highest setting and you yelp, startled by the intense vibrations in your cunt. “How about both?” He smirks, snaking a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Angel. You’re gonna make daddy feel good then he’s gonna make you feel even better. How’s that sound?”

You try to whine out an answer, but the thrumming of the vibrator in your cunt is just too intense. You’re taken aback when Satoru delivers another slap to your cheek, gripping your chubby cheeks between his fingers. “Answer me.” He grumbles, flicking your clit with his middle and forefinger. “Good! Sounds good, daddy. Please!” You whine. You’re so close! “Cum, Princess. Cum for daddy.” He grunts into your mouth as he presses a hot kiss to your swollen lips. You whine as your orgasm washes over you, your body practically conditioned to cum at his command.

He lowers the speed as you come down from your high, though doesn’t completely turn it off. He takes to lowering his pants before giving you a quick kiss. “Make daddy feel good, yeah?” You nod, lowering yourself so that you're faced with his cock.

You run your tongue along the veins of his cock, before lapping up with drops of pre oozing from the tip. You moan at the taste and Satoru takes that as invitation to grip your hair, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. “That’s it, pretty. Suck that fucking cock.” He orders and well, you’ve always been a submissive little thing.

You swallow more of his length, crystalline tears building up in your eyes, and Satoru thinks you just look so gorgeous with his cock stuffed down your throat, your cute chubby cheeks just waiting to be stuffed with cum. It’s with that thought he starts to feel his climax building and when you notice the slight jerk in his legs, you take to fondling his balls, knowing that’s just what he needs to push him over the edge.

Satoru cums with a shout, thrusting deep inside your mouth as his seed slides down your throat. You hum at the taste, savoring his flavor.

He pulls you up by your chin and plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, groaning at the taste of him in your mouth. “Fuck, Angel. Let daddy taste you, hm?” You nod, eager to cum again.

Satoru slowly makes his way down your body, pressing wet kisses and nipping at the soft skin along the way. He shuts the vibrator off and carefully removes it from your cunt. You hiss at the feeling but he soothes you by laving his tongue over it, paying special attention to your clit. You whine, running your hands through his hair and giving a slight tug at the root. He grunts before sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long before your hips start bucking against his face, chasing your orgasm for the second time that night. “Gonna cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum for daddy?” You nod, breath getting caught in your throat. Satoru speeds up his movements, moving to press two fingers into your cunt. “Cum for daddy, Angel. Make a mess f’me.” You barely manage to make out his name as you cum, cunt spasming around his fingers as he milks your orgasm for all its worth.

He trails soft kisses along your body once more before planting a sweet kiss to your lips. He hums against your lips, content being so close to you. He pulls away slightly to look you in your eyes. “Want more, daddy.” You say, grinding your cunt against his steadily growing cock.

He can never say no to his Angel.

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loviingpedri · 9 months

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seven days a week

prompt: jude spoils you during your birthday week

warnings: grammar issues, cursing

credits to owners for all of the images

inspired by jungkook’s seven

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sunday

“it’s your birthday week!” jude ran into your shared bedroom in excitement as he heard you waking up.

“jude, my birthday isn’t until saturday.” you couldn’t help but smile at him jump. it was your fourth birthday being spent with him. he made you feel like everyday was your birthday, but this week was gonna be even better.

“that doesn’t matter. you’re finally turning 20! i have so much planned for this week,” he hurried into the closet to grab your clothes for today. “first activity is in 2 hours. come on, get ready.”

“i’m sure you have a lot, but you know i can wait until saturday.” you slowly climbed out of your bed to brush your teeth.

“are you always this boring during your birthday?”

finally, you successfully made it into the car. jude refused to tell you where you were going. the secret made you nervous. you wondered if you could stand being this anxious everyday.

“close your eyes. we’re almost there.” you put your hands over your eyes. jude made sure you weren’t peeking. you were bouncing your leg up and down in anticipation. soon, you heard the engine turn off and the driver’s door open. shortly after he closed his door, yours open. he grabbed your arm gently to get you out of the car. you walked for a little bit before coming to a full stop.

“you can open.” opening your eyes and getting your vision fully in tact, your mouth flew in awe. standing in front of you was your favorite breakfast restaurant that costed almost thousands.

“holy shit, there is no way you called 2 months ahead for a reservation here.”

“yes, i did. do you not wanna go?”

“fuck yeah i do, lets go!”

after your food came out, you hurriedly and ate everything. not one penny was wasted during your breakfast.

“thank you for this. i know how hard it is to get in here.” letting out a loud sigh from the amount of food you just consumed.

“i’m not done yet.” he reached in his back pocket. he revealed a small pouch in his hand. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“what’s this?” he urged you to grab it. after opening the small pouch, an anklet decorated with diamonds was laying right in front of you. “jude, this is too much.” you carefully picked it up with a bright smile.

“you deserve it. i mean, you literally moved to madrid with me. it’s least i can do.”

“thank you. seriously. i can’t believe i will have 100,000 on my ankle.” you carefully put the anklet back in the pouch before anyone could notice.

“don’t thank me yet, this is just the beginning.”

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monday

you woke up to a note on your nightstand

i have to do an interview after practice. love you. special delivery at 2 :)

after doing your normal routine, 2 pm rolled around around quickly. on the dot, there was a knock on the door. hurrying from the couch, you opened the door wide.

"hello, this is for ms. y/n bellingham." ms. y/n bellingham. something you've never thought of.

"thank you so much." you carried the giant bouquet of red roses inside and shut the door. you grabbed your phone for a picture and texted jude.

jude <3

thank you for the roses :)

you're welcome! don't

forget to open the box

before opening the box, you posted it to your story.

y/n.l/n has added to their story

it took awhile to find the box in the roses. after digging for ages, you finally found it. opening the box, a shiny golden watch was staring at you. you wore it and immediately felt the weight of it. you couldn’t believe the sight.

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tuesday

being woken up with a pair of diamond earrings were the least thing you expected. hell, you loved it. your boyfriend spoiled you rotten. your phone was currently blowing up with notifications about jude’s interview.

the interview

“so jude, i heard that you were planning something special this saturday.”

“yes, i am. this saturday is my girlfriend’s birthday. i wanted this day to be very special.” he smiled while thinking about you.

“special occasion. what’s your gift?”

“well, i can’t exactly say it but i have been giving her gifts everyday.”

you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. jude was everything to you.

“someone is rather smiley today.” jude hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“this is the best week ever.” you flashed your pearly white teeth at him trying to contain the excitement for the next few days.

“be careful with that smile. you’ll wake up with an afterglow.” jude winked at you before lifting you up to the bedroom.

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wednesday

jude drove you to a fine dining restaurant for dinner. you relaxed in the passenger’s seat. he managed to ease your mind even when nothing was happening. it was the way that your relationship could easily glide.

after walking to your table, you never expected to see your parents.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” you hugged them both.

“we decided to surprise you. all jude’s idea, of course. we can’t let you spend your first birthday in madrid without a party.” your mom said before hugging you tighter.

you constantly pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. this week felt too perfect. during dinner, jude was fidgeting with your hand. soon enough, a bracelet magically appeared on your wrist. the collection of jude’s devotion was coming along perfectly.

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thursday

you heard jude wake up early. you decided to not think about it. until a thought appeared in your head. it was thursday and practice started late that day. after brushing your teeth and spamming jude’s phone, the front door opened. you bolted downstairs immediately.

“no fucking way,” you screamed in happiness while jumping into your best friend’s arms. “what is going on? why are you here?” your laughter filled the room while jude was having trouble carrying her suitcase inside the house.

“i can’t visit my best friend during her birthday? i missed you so much.” each sentence that spilled out, the hug would get tighter and tighter.

“my god, how much shit did you bring in.” both of you ignored him while you caught up about life.

“i booked us a nail appointment later. then, we can go shopping. i wanna explore this whole city. jude said it was on him. let’s hope that madrid contract can handle all the money.”

after all the spending was done and jude’s wallet was empty, your best friend was sleeping on the couch. you showed jude everything you got.

“look, she picked out this white dress. it’s so pretty.” jude smiled at every item you took out. “i wanted to ask, why are you doing all of this.” you finally sat down after emptying every bag.

“because i love you, duh.”

“no jude, what is the real reason.” you tried laughing silently, but it didn’t work out.

“you do a lot. it’s hard to believe you really moved all the way from germany all the way here. you sacrificed too much this year only for me. i just wanna love you right.” he kissed your forehead before falling asleep.

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friday

today was a team party. jude bought you a bracelet to accompany your black dress. you stared at yourself in the mirror. the dress seemed to hug you in the right places. jude kissed your hips and whispered how perfect you are.

fast forwarding to the party, people swarmed around the couple immediately. people came up to you complimenting your necklace. you received some happy birthday’s and then some congratulations, which confused you.

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-> saturday, 5 pm

the day was beautiful. jude had decided to walk on the beach to watch the sunset. he seemed a little fidgety.

“are you okay? you seem a little worried.” you tried to comfort him, but he shook his head.

“nope, i just want everything today to be perfect.”

“this whole week was perfect jude. there’s nothing to worry about. i love you.” both of you shared smiles to each other.

jude came to a stop on the sand. he stared at the water while taking a deep breath. you were confused since he was just stopping. both of your hands were connected to his. slowly, he got down on one knee. your heart was pounding so loud that you thought it was gonna run away.

“y/n, please make me the happiest man on the earth. will you marry me?”

“yes, i will marry you.” you screamed so loud then the happy tears came out. your silence of admiring the ring at first made him even more nervous. your whole family came up from behind the trees and bushes congratulating you and him.

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y/n.bellingham happy 20th to me. couldn’t have done it better than yours truly

judebellingham i love you ❤️

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jobebellingham she should’ve said no

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user 2 my parentsss

user 3 jude could do better 🤷‍♀️

from then on, he loved you night after night. every second, every minute, and every hour.

seven days a week

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author’s note: hi everyone! thank you for all the support once again. some of you may notice that some days are shorter because i would rather get straight to the point then stretching it. i am now taking requests! i will be working on a masterlist and more details on it. thank you!!! <3

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spacebaby1 · 3 months

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Anything For You (Sukuna x Reader)

WARNING: None? Angst. Feeling emotional

Usually its you who's the talkative one in the relationship; you always talk about your day, a video you saw and the random cat that followed you when you went shopping. However today it was different, Sukuna noticed how lost you looked all day.

You haven't annoyed him with early morning kisses, you haven't got out of bed as early as you Usually do, you woke up silence just quietly going about your day. Sukuna raised a brow when you took your coffee mug and went back to sit at the dining table; you Usually would chat with him all morning even when he was showering and getting ready for work.

He pulled out his phone and texted his boss that he had a "Family emergency" and that he won't be attending his work today which his boss didn't mind since Sukuna never missed a day in work.

He made his way to you and sitting next to you at the dining table watching you drinking your coffee looking at the wall ahead, "I was thinking we should go shopping today, we haven't in a long time, hum?" He asked snapping you out of you thoughts. "What about work? Are you not going to work today?" You asked confused. He shrugged, "I took a day off now go get ready I'm taking you shopping." He said taking another sip of his drink, you nodded before drinking your coffee and going back to your shared room.

In the shower you were awfully quiet; Usually you'd be singing a random song that was heard throughout the house but now you just stood under the shower eyes shut thinking about nothingness. Sukuna entered the bathroom, "Sweetie are you done?" He would call you that only when you were upset or mad at him; you didn't notice that so you pulled the shower curtain away a bit, "Yes, hand me the towel Darling." He nodded and handed you the towel then left.

You called him Darling which means you are not mad at him. He made sure to complement you once you were ready, in your pink floral dress, "you look stunning, is this the hair clip I got you from Malaysia?" You nodded happily when he kissed your head noticing the butterfly clip. He smiled, "cute, you look so cute. Let's go, where do you wanna go first? The mall?"

You nodded holding his hand, it wasn't long before you started to go back to the quiet mood, three hours into shopping you would zone out while Sukuna would be talking. He just watched looking out of place so he decided to head home, usually you would rush to kitchen to cook for him, you weren't the best at it but you tried however today you simply went to fall on the couch your eyes closed, Sukuna started to get worried. You were acting not like yourself, he decided to order some food before kneeling infront of you trying to meet his gaze with your lost eyes, you smiled small when your eyes met his, he placed a gentle hand on your head that was it for you.

Tears stand to stream down your eyes rapidly it took Sukuna out of surprised as you sat up on the couch sobbing while covering your face trying to stop your tears from falling but they won't stop, Sukuna jumped to your side holding your face in his hands as you sobbed, he pulled you closer, "hey, hey there what's wrong, Baby? Why are you so upset?" He asked rubbing your back making you cry even more shaking your head, "I-I don't know, I don't k-know w-why I'm so sad and it's sc-scaring me Suk-sukuna," you cried in his chest as he tried his best to calm you down.

"I got you, I'm here sweetheart, it's okay, shhh." He kissed your head over and over as you cried in his arms, he really hated seeing you upset but he knew that random emptiness you'd feel, he knew the feeling all too well; so he let you cry out until you couldn't anymore but by then you felt sleepy, he kissed your head before helping you wash your face and removing your make-up while you sat on the toilet seat, you watched him silently as he did your skincare routine; he didn't miss a step. After you were done he helped you change into comfy clothes, by then the food arrived. He knew you wanted to sleep but you had to eat first.

He sat next to you as he feed you with his own hands and caressing your cheeks every other minute and you smiled at him, "thank you for taking care of me." He smiled at you words, "I'll do anything for you sweetheart." You beamed at his words, "even get me an ice cream? I want an ice cream," you pouted and he laughed nodding, "anything your heart wants is my command, we'll get you your ice cream but after dinner." You smiled wide taking a mouthful bite of the pasta he feed you.

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prythianpages · 3 months

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The Sun & the Moon | Rhysand x Reader

summary: Rhysand wants to write you the perfect poem for Valentine's Day and calls up Cassian and Azriel for help.

warnings: fluff and some implied smut/mainly suggestive tones.

Happy Valentine's Day! ♡

a/n: So I got a little ahead of myself because this can be read as a stand alone (all you have to know is that reader is a healer from Dawn Court.) But it is a part of my Wanna Be Yours series. All because I saw this tiktok sound of this poem and found it so beautiful. I did not write this poem, all credit goes to this creator. I also wanted to write a scene of Rhys struggling to write a poem (I had some saved on pinterest) in part two but had to scrap the scene out for other ones. Now, it's a win-win situation. Don't worry, there are not really spoilers in here for what I have planned. Just know this takes place after their happy ending (:

Valentine’s Day is approaching and Rhysand finds himself facing an unprecedented dilemma. Getting you a gift. A gift as special and perfect as you.

The pressure is high, and the responsibility lies squarely on his shoulders, particularly given the mating gift he presented to you. An expansive estate, where everything–the architecture, the decor, and furniture seamlessly marries the celestial essence of the sun and moon. The grand house paints an exquisite portrait of dawn, reflecting the enchanting blend of your old court and now new one.

So naturally, given his stress, he calls upon his brothers for help.

“You called us here because you don’t know what to get y/n for Valentine’s? y/n, your mate?” Cassian asked, carrying a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“I thought this was important,” came from Azriel.

Rhysand shoots Azriel a pointed look. “This is important.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow while Cassian grins. The two exchange a knowing glance that hinted at a shared understanding. Just as Rhysand prepared to delve into their minds to unravel their thoughts, they turned their attention back to him, nodding in unison.

"Alright, Rhys," Cassian began, clearing his throat dramatically, "How about flowers?”

Rhysand slumps into his desk chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “I get her flowers every week.”

Cassian mirrors Rhysand, seating himself on one of the chairs across from him. He throws his hands up in the air. “Then, I don’t know.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“How about you gift her something a little more sentimental?” Azriel offers. He crosses his arms deep in thought, resting his chin on one hand. “Something small but meaningful.”

Rhysand’s violet eyes light up, the silver specs in his irises glimmering like stars. “Like a poem! Y/n loves poetry."

The library in your home is stocked with a vast amount of poetry. Mainly romantic ones and then, the initial enthusiasm gives way to a fading spark.

Expressing the depth of his feelings verbally comes naturally to Rhysand. His silver-tongued declarations never fail to effortlessly convey how much you mean to him. He is the master of tone and inflection when it comes to expressing his feelings for you and when those are not enough, he loves to show you. Often. With that silver-tongue of his.

However, the transition to writing felt like a different art form altogether. It was challenging because how could he successfully capture the nuances of his love for you in writing? When he'd rather show you...

Rhysand runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a frown creasing his face. He wants to do this for you but--

“I’ve never written a poem before.”

He looks up to Azriel for help, who in return merely shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t resort to poetry.”

“Oh! I got it!” Cassian, on the other hand, leans forward in his seat with nothing but pure mischief reflected in his gaze. “How about this? Roses are red, violets are blue. y/n, my love, I’m obsessed with you.”

The silence was loud. And then Azriel’s deep laughter fills the air. He finally takes a seat next to Cassian’s, sensing this is going to take awhile. “That is terrible.”

“Absolutely,” Rhysand agrees, his expression defeated. It doesn’t stop him from summoning a quill, ink and paper right in front of Cassian. “But jot that down...just in case.”

As the trio delved deeper into their poetic endeavors, Rhysand's frustration grew. Cassian's attempts became increasingly cheesy. Meanwhile, Azriel just sat back and watched, his shadows peeking curiously over Cassian’s and Rhysand’s papers. He would give his input when necessary, more inclined towards laughter than actually helping.

Nearly two hours later and drowning in parchment full of scribbled attempts at poetry, Rhysand lets out an exasperated sigh, finally excusing Cassian and Azriel. They leave all too quickly, slipping away before Rhysand could retract the words of dismissal that had escaped him.

There’s still a frown in his brow as his eyes graze over all the poems him and Cassian wrote together. He couldn't bear the thought of presenting any of these creations to you. The inked words on paper seemed to mock the depth of his feelings, failing to capture his love for you.

His eyes flutter shut as he allows his thoughts to drift toward you. The clock's hands have nudged past noon, and the familiarity of your daily rhythm dances in his mind. He knows your schedule as you know his. It’s right after your lunch so he knows you’re at your desk.

A mental portrait forms, capturing you leaning forward at your desk. Maybe a touch hunched over as you read over a patient's reports with that adorable furrow in your brow. There’s a window right behind you and given the sun is currently at its peak, he can imagine how it glows upon you like a radiant spotlight.

And when your eyes grow tired from reading, he can already picture the way you’d lean back in your chair, spinning around to face the sun. Your eyes would be fluttering shut like his at this moment. The sun would now be shining on you, its golden hues cascading upon you in an ethereal glow where every beloved feature is highlighted. A living embodiment of warmth and brilliance.

You're his sun but you’re also his moon.

His eyes snap open, his grip on the quill tightening. Before he knows it, words are spilling effortlessly onto the blank parchment in front of him as he lets his emotions flow. He feels a tug down the bond, as if you could sense his thoughts, and with a smile, he echoes the sentiment. He couldn’t wait for you to read it.

Valentine’s day dawns a week later, and Rhysand’s excitement for you to read his poem is palpable. It took all his restraint not to give it to you as soon as he finished it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to take the day off. It didn’t matter as your plans for tonight were simple–just a lovely dinner together, made by Rhysand, in the privacy of your home. All that mattered is that you had tomorrow off.

Rhysand waits for you right outside the steps of the clinic, not wanting to distract you from your last reports. He could feel your presence grow nearer and nearer through the bond. He tugs on it, a silent urge to pull you to him faster. The door opens and you’re rushing down the steps to meet him.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you bury your head into his chest, inhaling softly. He feels his heart flutter and he tightens his arms around you, holding you close in his embrace. “Hi, love,” you murmur.

He pulls away, cradling your face in his hands. He smiles and then kisses you, pouring all his love and devotion to you. A promise of what’s to come later. “Hey, beautiful. You ready to go home?”

“Always. As long as it’s with you,” you tell him, voice still breathless as your hand effortlessly entwines with his.

Rhysand’s lips twitch and he finds himself melting at your words. Instinctively, he averts his gaze, warmth flooding his cheeks as he bites his lip. He intended to walk you home as Velaris had decorated the streets with hearts, flowers and pink garland. He gives your hand a squeeze and winnows you both directly to the comfort of your home instead.

He reluctantly lets you go so that you can wash up and change.

When you join him in the dining room, the glamor he had placed earlier lifts, revealing an exquisite dinner that has your stomach growling. Cute hearts, flowers and confetti adorn the table and walls around you, filling your heart with a cozy glow.

As his gaze lifts from the table, his eyes widen, pupils flaring.

“Come here, you,” he breathes, pushing his chair back just enough for you to have space to settle onto his lap.

“I’m hungry,” you say, a small warning delivered with a touch of mirth. His eyes sparkle at you with an unmistakable gleam as he drags a finger up the fabric of your red dress. But your body betrays your words, leaning in to his teasing touch.

“Me too," Rhysand replies with a smirk and it's evident he's not referring to the food plated in front of you.

Your stomach growls and he chuckles, resting his hand on your waist instead. “Let’s eat then.”

The two of you dive into the dinner Rhysand made, feeding each other and catching up with one another. You’re nearly in a food coma, collapsing into Rhysand’s chest when you're done. He rests his head on your shoulder, his strong arms securing their place around your waist.

“I got you something,” he whispers against your neck, lifting his head only to speak his next words. “Well, I wrote you something.”

“You wrote something for me?”

He takes delight in the surprise and excitement in your voice. Raising a hand, he retrieves his valentine card from the pocket realm. The only place he deemed fit to hide his poem for you. He’s too busy pressing his lips against your neck, to hide the giddiness he feels inside, to notice his mistake.

“Roses are red. Violet’s are–”

“Not that one!” Rhysand exclaims, body tensing behind you as he rips it from your hands. “I did not write that one!"

You can’t help but laugh. “Then who did?”

“Cas.”

“Cassian wrote a poem for me?” You reply, eyes widening slightly as you shift in his lap to face him. You're thankful the dress you chose has a loose skirt as it allows you to move freely and settle a thigh on either side of him.

“Gods, no,” Rhysand groans, cursing himself for not discarding that poem once he had written his. He leans forward, burying his head into your chest for a moment to hide his embarrassment.

“I asked Cas and Az for help. I didn’t know what to get you because–well, you’re perfect to me and nothing could ever amount to the love I feel for you. Az suggested I give you something small but meaningful and I know how much you love poems but I’ve never written one so then–”

You interrupt Rhysand with a soft and sweet kiss. When you pull away, Rhysand chases after you but you stop him, pressing your fingers his lips. He plants a kiss on your fingers, holding your gaze.

“Let me read it. The poem you actually wrote.”

“Okay,” Rhysand breathes as he summons another red envelope from the pocket realm. He holds it out to you. “But don’t laugh.”

“Never,” you reassure him as you take the envelope, fingers eagerly tearing it open.

He watches with bated breath, a cascade of emotions swirling within him, as your eyes gracefully traverse from left to right, absorbing every emotion he poured out to you. It's endearing—the tender way your expression, while immersed in his poem, mirrors the very sentiment he wore on his face while crafting it for you. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, and the spark in your eyes begins to glisten with heartfelt tears. In that moment, he can feel the ripples through your shared bond, overwhelming and flooding with an abundance of pure, unbridled love.

“I love it,” you manage to say as you lift your gaze to meet his again. Holding the poem to your chest, you store into the safety of your pocket realm. “I’m going to frame it.”

“I love you,” Rhysand says and then kisses you. “So, so much.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper against his lips and then wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to you. “Now, it’s my turn to give you your gift.”

this is the poem:

"If the sun and moon had a baby, it would be you.

Cause you are so beautiful.

You radiate light like the sun.

And you bring me calmness like the moon.

You balance me out like the earth and that’s just the beginning of everything you do.

I think that you’re so gorgeous and sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.

Because how could I get so lucky to have someone so beautiful like you in my life.”

a/n: I thought this poem was really cute, especially given the sun/moon theme of this series. It's 11:58pm where I live so technically, I made it before Valentine's Day was over lol. I apologize if there are any typos. I tend to make them a lot and switch words out (like I caught myself writing lips instead of lap) when I'm tired. This is exactly the type of vibe i'm going for, for Rhys in this series. It's a scene from a kdrama, where the male fell hard first for the female and he's totally endeared by her. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

tagging: @minnieoo , @phoenixgurl030 (I know this isn't part two but I tagged y'all just in case, y'all were interested ♡)

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goldenchunkycat · 1 year

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Somnophilia with Neteyam

[Ok not doing a oneshot but here is the somnophilia thing @devilish-mirage and anon]

In aged up!Neteyam’s eyes you're the prettiest woman (after his mother of course). During day time, when he has nothing to do, he would love watching you do your thing. Let it be fishing, dancing, or whatever is your hobby, you're just really pretty when you're doing an activity that you like. Sometimes you get angry at yourself or at other and you frown. Neteyam think you're cute when you do that. But in all honesty? Neteyam could kiss the ground for you.

So imagine when you're sleeping next to him ? So peaceful ? I think that the thought of being comfortable enough to share your bed with him would excites Neteyam. Despite being mean he's a praiser, and I kinda feel like this type of person get sexually arouse from knowing that their other significant is comfortable around them. At least Neteyam does. Anyway. There's night when Neteyam would come back late from the hunt. You would already be sleeping. So the guy would climb on the bed, gush over your cuteness, and then open your legs for him. There's no 50% with the blue boy, it's either 0% or 100%, and he would easily flip from 0 to 100.

Obviously, you guys talked about it before. Lemme tell you that after you had this discussion he fucked you hard. Boy was too excited ♡ He waited some time before doing it because he wanted you to forget about it. Going back to Neteyam fucking you while you're sleeping.

First of all he would be very careful and gentle, he don't wanna wake you up, where's the fun in that ? He would gently remove the cover and stare at your body for a good five minute. He's so infatuated with you. Then he would keep the unnecessary touch to the bare minimum. Just enough fo you to be able to take him but not much so you don't wake up. He would definitely finger you or eat you out first, depends on his mood, but again, he would be very gentle and take it slow. He would absolutely love it if you whimper and moan silently, moving around while trying to be comfortable in the sheets. Sometimes he would stop what he's doing to take a look at your face and he would be even harder - if that's possible - if you're getting hot and bothered. But sometimes he would be relentless and carry on his ministrations because he just want to dip it and then cuddle you. Once you're prep enough he would finally give in and fuck you. Again, it would depend on the day. If he's feeling very horny he would lay you on you back and fuck you missionary because he wants to have a look at your beautiful breast, if he's feeling cuddly he would lay you on the side and take you from behind - big spoon thing you know ? And if he wants to take risks he would lay you on your stomach, grab your hips and thrust into you from behind. No matter what position he put you in, he would come if he hears you call his name while your sleeping. You would be mad and a tiny bit aroused when you wake up because the man just let his cum drip from your hole. In his defense he said that you thighs looked pretty covered in his cum ♡

Small scenario suggested by @devilish-mirage:

When Neteyam and some hunters came back to the cave where his people were spending the night, everyone was sleeping. It was dark outside and, judging by the smell that was remaining in the air, everyone ate and went to sleep.

The hunter made his way towards you, who were sleeping in the depths of the cave, and watched your sleeping form a frown on his face. You both agreed to slip out of the group tonight to indulge your desire for each other somewhere in the forest . You were traveling for a week now, to meet another clan, and during this enormous amont of time nothing happened between you two. Nothing. Not even a blowjob. You even forbid him from making out with you when he tried to take you when the Na'vis were well ahead of you two. He was mad. So why were you sleeping when you finally allowed him to fuck you ?

"No Love, I won't stand for it..." he murmured while crouching down, removing the fur from your sleeping body.

"Neteyam, where did you put the meat ?" a voice murmured a few feet away from them.

"The cave above this one." Neteyam answered softly while he laid you on your back and put the cover over the two of you.

"Which one ?" another voice asked after some time.

Unbothered, the boy kept on taking off your bottoms as he laid his body on top of yours, trying to feel every inches of your skin against his. "Left one."

Eventually, they stopped asking him questions - not that he was bothered by it anyway. Looking at your sleeping face, he smiled and kissed your forehead, intertwining his fingers with yours, the other hand massaging your private part.

"So pretty with your eyes closed..." he murmured, kissing your eyelid. "She really thought that she could go to sleep and leave me like this ?" he laughed quietly, genuinely amused by your forgetfulness.

Slowly, he slipped one finger into your cunt, waiting a moment before adding a second. He worked his way into your pussy, keeping an eye around him. Everyone was still asleep, unaware of the fact that their favorite warrior was fucking his girlfriend while she was sleeping. And you were still asleep too. You flinched, moved, shivered, whimpered, but you never woke up; you were a heavy sleeper.

"Today's hunt was pretty good." someone whispered from a corner of the room. "Neteyam caught a good amount of prey."

"As usual." another boy laughed as he shifted in his cover. "What do you think, Neteyam ?"

"Yeah today was..." Neteyam paused and glanced at your sleeping face as he entered a third finger in your pussy. "Very good."

Your mouth parted and, just-in-time, Neteyam pressed his lips against yours, silencing your moan.

"I can't have you making those pretty sound with everyone around..." Neteyam whispered in your ear, removing his fingers from your vagina. As he was about to turn you on your side, a silhouette loomed over you. Discretely, Neteyam rolled his eyes and after adjusting the cover on you two, turned around towards the person who was disturbing him at this hour of the night.

"You forgot an arrow in the forest, I'll just put it here."

"Sure, thank you." he smiled as he adjusted his position in order to hug you from behind, not caring that the man wad still standing next to you.

"I've never notice it before but your arrows are way more lightweight than ours. What kind of wood did you use ?"

"Oh. Hum. Can we talk about it tomorrow ?" he laughed, looking embarrassed, faking guilt on his face, "I'm just really tired..."

"Yeah sure ! I'll go to sleep too. Good night."

"Good night !"

Neteyam waited for the man to lie down in his bedding and, once no was roaming around the area, turned his attention back to your sweating body. The cave was crowded so the air was thick and hot and Neteyam's ministrations did not help at all.

Carefully, he lifted your head and slipped his arm under it, covering your mouth with his slender fingers. His other hand traveled down your body, gripping and lifting your thigh. He positioned the tip of his cock on your pussy before eventually thrusting slowly. Whenever he was fucking you in your sleep he was always attentive to the sounds you were making and the way your body reacted. He did not wanted to wake you up, if you were sleeping it meant that you were tired. So he thrusted in and out at a slow pace. He was making love to your body.

Due to the slow pace he was fucking you to, he waited a good amount of time until he felt that familiar feeling in his lower belly. He muffled his moans in your hair, gripping your thigh a little harder. He lifted his head and looked at your face - again. You were frowning and pouting, your eyes tightly closed, and he was able to tell that your mouth was agape as puff of air was hitting his palm at irregular intervals. You were so pretty. So he came, silencing his cry by bitting your shoulder. Your upper body moved away from his at the feeling of his little fangs on your skin but you remained peacefully asleep, unaware how Neteyam used your body to get off.

Huffing, Neteyam released your thigh and slide in fingers on your still connected private parts (?), smiling when he felt his cum dripping around the base of his penis. He removed his hand from your mouth and put it in your hair, stroking it in a lazy way as he adjusted his hips and fell asleep, his cock still inside of your pussy.

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Alright,

Imagine Euronymous's girlfriend always begging him to on bottom but he always refuses so when he laying down in bed they go in there and handcuff in to the bed frame and then we all know what happens from there 🤭

omg anon you LITERALLYYYY hacked my account this is sitting in my drafts!!!

sorry this took so long anon, school literally beats my ass. I love this idea tho!!

fem reader x euronymous, smut! obvi, p in v, unprotected, use of restraints and a blindfold, smacking, cigarette play, subby euro and dommish reader, slight angst, he’s just so mean to you in the beginning :/. sorta cnc, heed the warning if you’re uncomfortable with such! enjoy! comment to be in the tag list or for moots ok mwah mwah!! scroll all the way down for taglist form :3

tl: @cc-luvr @bambi-horror @sugarinte

“øysteinnn,” you whine, following him into your shared room. “no.” he shakes his head, almost closing the door on you. “but—just once! it won’t be bad!”

“I don’t care, because I won’t be fucking doing it.” he laid back against his bed, flipping on the tv. you’d been begging your boyfriend for weeks to let you be in charge, try something new with the cuffs he’d usually use on you. but no, he just had to be in charge all the time! wont even give it a chance!

“you don’t even know if you don’t like it!” you sit next to him, rubbing his stomach. “I don’t need to, because I don’t want to try.” he didn’t even look at you, and you groan. “you’re so mean! why do you always get to be in charge? what if I wanna make you scream my name?” you cross your arms, watching him light a cig.

“you’re fucking crazy, and you’re about to piss me off. don’t make me waste a cigarette on you.” he pointed at you, and you knew he was referring to how he’d press his cigs into your knees.

you huff, “fine, whatever. i bet varg would let m—” you couldn’t even get the joke out before he grabs your throat with his cigarette hand, slapping you across the face, making you gasp and yelp, putting a hand on him chest to push him away but he wasn’t budging.

“say it. say it I fuckin’ dare you.” he says lowly, eyes glued on you as he watches tears well in your eyes. he slaps you again but harder, making you cry louder. “you were just so fuckin’ bold, where’d it go? say it, go the fuck ahead.” he grits, squeezing your throat, making you whimper.

“mm. what I fuckin’ thought. don’t ever pull some shit like that again.” he takes a long drag of his cigarette before immediately smashing it into your thigh while it’s still red, the burn making you cry and scream and kick at him while he held your throat and held it down, watching your face with no remorse.

“maybe this’ll teach you how to behave.” he flicks it off onto the floor before slapping you again, blowing the smoke in your face as you cry. “you’re-so mean,” you cry, rubbing your leg and whipping your face off with your sleeve.

he sighs, he didn’t like listening to you cry, not out of frustration at least. “you gotta stop pissing me off sugar,” he coos with a hint of anger still in him as he cups your cheeks, using his own sleeve to wipe your face now as you look to the side.

“i’ll..think about it. i’ll think. just stop pissing me off, yknow I don’t like hurting you.” he kisses your cheek slowly before kissing you, rubbing your leg lightly and holding your face with his other hand.

you nod as he lets go of you, taking off his glasses and laying on his back and taking off his shirt, pulling the cover over his body. “go get yourself an ice pack, i’ll sleep on it, but that doesn’t mean a yes. ok? i love you, i love you,” he repeated, just because he wanted you to know he meant it and he loved hearing you say it back. no matter how soft he spoke you knew he’d still say no, but you just nodded.

“i love you too,” you say and he kissed you one more time before laying back with his arm over his eyes, then his lips parted. you left the room with a huff, crossing your arms as you went downstairs and fixed yourself an ice pack.

you didn’t know why he didn’t want to try it, maybe it was a masculinity thing, or his love for being in control of you during sex. but you were gonna get your way, you always did with him. whether he liked it or not.

so after your leg stopped hurting you went into your guys box of toys and trinkets, grabbing the cuffs and blindfold you knew oh so well. you snuck back into the room, seeing him sprawled out in the bed, thankfully on his back, sound asleep. and it was a good thing he was a heavy sleeper.

you grab his arms softly and place the cuff on his wrist, laying his arm back down and locking it around your bed frame, going around doing the same, and he was still sound asleep. you step back to look at him, giggling with a hand over your mouth.

an hour goes by and you’re getting ready for bed, having just got out of the shower. you had gotten into some lingerie you’d recently bought, it was lacy and red, and the lace making embroidered roses around the nipples but best believe they poked out underneath, the sheer fabric barley covering them.

and your underwear was bout the same but left your pussy to the imagination of whoever we gazed upon, the straps of it being thin red lace that barely covered your ass and only your your vagina, and ooh you knew he would hate not being able to watch you gush onto him.

euronymous stirred away, going to rub his eye but found he couldn’t, his hands in the air. he furrowed his brows as he tried to move the both down, jerking at the restrictions. “what the fuck?” he whispered to himself, looking up at what was holding him.

he tried to sit up but couldn’t even do that, more rage pulsing through his tired body. he huffed and shouted your name, it echoing through the apartment and made you jump, smiling. he’s up!

you giggle as you slip on a white nightgown, fixing your hair in the mirror and putting some vaseline on your lips, popping your head into the room so he wouldn’t see your get up. “yes?” you say innocently, and he stares at you, head down and eyes low with anger, a shadow cast over his eyelids. (like the gif :3)

“cmere.” he nods his head as he says calmly, but you could hear his anger. “is something wrong?” you smile, tilting your head. “come here,” he repeated louder as you lean against the door frame, showcasing your outfit, head propped against it as your hands ran down it.

“you like my gown?” he snarls your name again, “get me the fuck out of this.” you roll your eyes. “I get all pretty for you and you don’t even care!” “get me the fuck out of here!” you watch him jerk his hands against the cuffs, and it made you giggle a little as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him, rubbing his leg.

“oh you think this is funny? it’s fucking funny?? wait till I get out.” he nods, his nails digging into his palms as his biceps flex. “yknow you look so hot right now,” you crawl onto his right leg, rubbing his biceps. “i’m gonna fuck you up when I get out of here. just you fuckin’ wait, you can’t keep me in here forever.”

“how bout you just shut the fuck up. ok?” you’re seated fully on his lap as you rub down his chest sensually. “you’re being so ungrateful, and to think I wore something so pretty for you tonight.” you cup his cheeks to him look at you, his eyes still glaring.

“you’re in for it. you’re in for it I swear to fucking god.” he mumbles,trying to get out of your grip. “you wouldn’t have to wake up like this if you just cooperated baby,” you faux frown.

he struggles around you as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, “you’ll never be as good as me, yknow that? nobody can get you worked—” you slap him across the face and he chokes a gasp, mouth open in shock.

“you fucking-” “you just talk so fucking much, just let me take care of you,” he sucks in a breath, feeling your hand pull the covers off as you rub his waking wood, pushing his lips together and stopping himself from bucking up to your touch.

“øystein you know i’ll untie you if you want me to. but you really don’t want me to help you?” you coo in his ear and he jumps slightly as you continue stroking him through his boxers, feeling him grow in your hand and seeing him strain against his boxers.

“you don’t want me to make you feel good for a little, baby?” you kiss his neck lightly as you run your thumb over him clothed slit, hearing him hiss and pull at his restraints more. “[y/n], don’t touch-.” he grits, but lets out a whimper when your lips run over his sweet spot, his breath heaving.

you raise your brows in shock at the noise, continuing to prod at his sweet spot, running your tongue flat against it and sucking on it greedily, hearing him strain and whine some more as you stroke him quicker, his pale chest arching and heaving, trying not to let out any sounds of pleasure, he didn’t want you to have that satisfaction, but you know how to get it out of him.

you bite at the spot and hear him let out a strained groan, teeth pressed together as he moves his head out the way for you, there it was. you litter tiny bites on his skin, hearing him let out muffled groans and whimpers, making you frown.

you lift up and move your hands away, tracing a finger on his abs. “you were just so loud baby, what happened?” you coo, running your nails up his thigh teasingly. “hm?” you watch his pink face as his lip quivers, searching for your voice and how close you were.

“euronymous, you better speak the fuck up before I leave you here.” you warn, hand now up his boxers, and he gasps. “baby, cmon.” he mumbles. “what was that?” you sit close to him, slipping your gown off. “speak up for me.” you were drinking in this feeling, and he knew that, he hated it, and he hated how the situation made him feel. but he hadn’t been this hard since you let him fuck you over a balcony on a third floor apartment.

“baby come on,” he says louder, his voice whiney and desperate. “what’d you want me to do baby? you gotta tell me.” you kiss his lips as you pull him out his boxers, his hard, red tip oozing with precum, making you smile against him.

“mmf-do it, please baby,” he says in the kiss, and you slap him. “do what, euronymous. you gotta tell me what you want or I won’t do anything.” he gasps and exhales shakily, a whimper leaving his open mouth, breathing into your mouth.

you watch his cock twitch as his legs squirm and his fists struggle against the cuffs, making you smile. “you’re a dirty boy, yknow that? you like when I hit you?” you stroke his cock and he lets out a groan, and when he doesn’t answer you strike him again, harder. he yelps and grips his fists again, nodding.

“yes, y-yes I do baby I do,” he breaths, chest heaving and red. “touch it. touch it baby cmon,” he turns his head as he whines, searching for your voice. you smile, “is that how good boys ask? where’s that magic word you love so much, huh?” you taunt.

he pushes his lips together, whining. “no.” he mumbles, and you raise your brows. “no?” you repeat and move his hand away from his cock. “guess you don’t want it.”

he gasps, “no! n-no no I want it, I want it please baby,” he wiggled his hood in search for your touch again, and you could feel yourself get wet at his pathetic squirming as you bite your lip.

“say it again, say that magic word again babyboy.” you rub his thigh. “please baby, please touch me,” he whines. you smile, “only because you were so polite. but when I touch you you gotta say thank you, understand?”

“yes, y-yes I will,” he nods frantically. “yes what?” “y…yes ma’am.” he whispered, and you smile before spitting in your hand, grabbing his aching cock and stroking him quickly, hearing him moan out, throwing his head back.

“oh thank you, thank you baby,” he stammers, bucking up to your hand as his wrist move against the cuffs. “can you say thank you momma?” your squeeze around his tip as you stroke him quickly, pre cum gliding down onto your hand.

he whines, lips forming a pout. “don’t do this to me baby..” “say it. or i’ll stop.” you squeeze him again, and he lets out a groan, mouth agape and lips glossy with spit, oh he looked so cute. such a sweee contrast to how he usually preformed.

“o-ok! ok th-thank you momma, thank you momma,” he whines, biting his lip as he fucks your fist. “good boy, I knew you could be my good boy,” you scoot between his legs on your knees, leaning down to his tip, still watching his face as he groans out, head thrown back and his pretty pale chest heaving as his legs squirm.

“stop moving baby.” you warn, and he feels your breath on his tip, making him turn his head down, even though he still couldn’t see. “you’re—I wanna see, lemme watch you, please.”

you sigh a smile, oh his moans and whines and whimpers just went straight to your core, you were throbbing, aching. he whimpered feeling your hot breath on his tip, his dick jumping.

“you wanna watch? do you think you deserve to watch, hm? you’ve been so mean to momma.” you rub your tongue along the slit of his tip and he moans out. still pulling at his restrains.

“i’m sorry momma I-I didn’t mean it, I swEar jus’ lemme watch, love your lips, please,” he begs, voice cracking cutely. “my baby loves my lips? loved watching my lips wrap around his pretty cock?” you slip the blind fold off his head and his eyes shoot everywhere, taking in what you wore.

“oh fuck, fuck look at you,” he pants, his eyes glued to your boobs as you rub his shoulders before slapping him across the face, earning a squeak and whimper, his eyes shutting. “watch your mouth, you curse again and i’m gonna hit you harder.”

he nods, eye fucking your pussy that was closed off to him. he pulled at his restrictions, “lemme touch you, wanna touch you. please momma please..” he looks up at you with those big blue eyes you love so much. you shook your head, “you don’t get to touch me tonight, at all. you should’ve cooperated early.”

you crawl back down between his legs. he whines, “momma no, please I just wanna touch you, wanna make you feel good,” he whines, and you lay your head against his thigh, his cock his hand looking up at him. “you’re so cute, but no. no touching, you’ll make me feel good later baby, I promise you that.” you kiss his tip before circling your tongue around it, stroking the rest of his length as you took his tip on your mouth now, hearing him let out a loud groan and curse.

“ahh fuck momma,” he moans, and you slap his thighs making him jump. “do you want me to stop? what’d I just tell you,” you pull off, and he shakes his head frantically. “m-m’sorry, I promise i’m sorry, don’t stop momma.”

you hum as you go back down on him, sucking around his tip and hallowing your cheeks out, hearing him groan whinily again, watching himself disappear into your mouth with blown out eyes, brows furrowed and mouth agape, hair cutely stuck to his forehead.

you held his hips down to stop his squirming as you took him whole, your ass arched in the air, knowing how much he loved it, and knowing how bad he wanted to shove you down onto him.

“faster momma, f-faster please, can’t take it,” he groans, still trying to move his hips. and you listen, bobbing your head on him quicker as your tongue latches onto the underside of his cock, making him whimper out, eyes squeezed shut as his head lolls around and rests on his shoulder. “momma, momma please lemme touch you, m’gonna—” he cuts himself off with a moan, feeling his abs tighten.

“you’re gonna cum baby? is my pretty boy gonna cum?” you pull off and stroke him quickly, using his own slick as lube as your rest his tip on your tongue. he nods, teeth smashes together as are his eyes, bucking into your hand again.

“gonna cum momma, gonna f-f-” he stops himself from cursing by biting his lip before he groans and cums on himself, spurting on his abs and tailbone. “look at alll that,” you purr, watching as he just kept going, his eyes low as he watches, trying to catch his breath. he watches you get in and wipe your hand on his boxers, his eyes widening.

“when you’d get that?” he breaths, looking you up and down. “last week, you like it,” you sit next to him as he nods eagerly. “lemme touch you. undo me,” he looks up at you.

“boy you’re not getting out till I say so,” you clip on top of him. “stop tryin’ it.” “momma, look at you. I need to, please. lemme take care of you,” he whines, licking his lips as his head hangs on his shoulder, watching your boobs jiggle as you stand his dick up to your stomach.

“you’ll take care of me alright,” you grab his cigarettes, lighting one for yourself and taking a hit before putting it in his mouth, letting him take one too. “you remember what you did to me earlier?” you tap his cheek with the cig in your hand. “what’d I do?”

you take another drag before jamming it into his chest under his pec, and he cries out, pulling at his restraints and squirming under you. “stop moving.” you keep it on his skin and he groans between his teeth.

“fuck momma!” he cried out, tears swelling in his eyes. you flick the cig to the floor and slap him again, making him cry louder. you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. “keep disobeying me, you hear? i’ll leave you like this, with a hard dick stuck in hand cuffs. what would your little buddies think, hm?” you say, and his eyes widen, “n-no..”

“their big, bad, metal lord all tied up, begging to cum and calling his little girlfriend momma? you think they’d still fear you?” you coo, and you felt his dick jump against you as he whimpers looking away from you. his precum oozed onto your stomach, and you smack your lips.

“oh you like that huh,” you tap his sensitive tip, feeling him move against your grip as you do so. “dirty fuckin’ boy, want your friends to know about our little secret, huh?” you ask and he shakes his head. “no momma, please no momma,” he whines, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“mm, only because you’re being so good for me. you still wanna make me feel good?” “yes! yes yes yes, wanna make you feel so good,” he nods frantically as you push his head on the pillow.

“keep-keep this on though, keep it on momma. look so so good,” he watches you move your underwear to the side. “do you think you deserve it, huh? you’ve been actin’ out a lot tonight,” you rub his tip against your soaking entrance.

“uh huh, need it, need that wet pussy,” he groans, squeezing his fists. “you want my pussy babyboy?” you sink onto him, letting out a moan as he tips his head back and groans, making you clench around him. god he looked so so good like this.

“oh momma, oh momma,” he moans, his eyes shut and his lips parted. “don’t move, ok? lemme take care of it,” you rock your hips against him, holding his chest down and rubbing your thumb over his burn mark. he hisses at the sensation but bucks his hips up into you, starting to fuck up into you.

you choke back a moan before slapping him, “you don’t fucking listen, I just told you not to move.” with a huff you slide off of him, and he immediately tries to get up but can’t, “no! no no i’m sorry, i’m sorry I-i’ll be good I promise, fuck me momma please fuck me,” he begs as you go to the box in your closet.

“no. you don’t deserve it, bad boys like you don’t deserve my pussy,” you sit back in between his legs, yours draping over his as you tease your whole with the dildo. he whines, “no momma, please I-i’ll be good, just fuck me..i’ll be better,” he whimpers, whining more when you slid it in with a loud moan.

“momma..” “no. I gave..you a lot of chances tonight, and you’re blowin’ it baby.” you sigh as you fuck yourself, using your elbow to prop yourself up on the bed. you know he hates you getting off on your own, he always says he’d rather you just wait for him so he can do it, because he knows your body best.

he watched the clear dildo disappear into you with pouty lips as you moan out, head tipped back and eyes shut, your body jittery as you move faster. and god, you hated how he was right all the time, even under your control. he did know your body best.

“momma..momma please, i’ll do better. jus’ lemme feel you please,” he begs, his cock jumping at the sight of you arching your back, your boobs jiggling against your arm as you push deeper into yourself, a high moan emitting from you. “you promise baby?”

“yes, I-I pinky promise just please, please give it to me,” he whines. you roll your eyes before slipping it out, throwing it on the bed and crawling over to him. “you better listen to me,” you say as you sink back onto him, and he let out a drawn out groan, his eyes shutting and his head tipping back.

“that’s it, thank you momma thank you,” he whines, eyes low as he looks up at you, your hands planted on his pecks. “oh there’s my good boy, I knew you had it,” you coo, rubbing his cheek. he nods, “your good boy, swear momma i’m your good boy,” he breaths out as you lean to kiss him, hopping on his dick eagerly.

he moans high in the kiss, still pulling at his restraints but holding still like you asked. “oh fuck baby,” you moan shakily, hitting that deep sweet spot in you that had your body tingling and your legs shaking, feeling your stomach twist up.

your breathing gets heavier and you pull away, unable to continue kissing him so you two just breathed into each others mouth, eyes glued together, both drowned out in lust and ditziness. your moans got louder and you felt your body get heavier, and you knew what feeling was coming to you.

for some reason, your orgasm came harder when you were on top. “you’re gonna cum momma, yeah? gonna cum on me?” he sighs, watching you shut your eyes as you slow down, grinding onto him to to prod that sweet spot, and you moan out louder. “yes baby, I-m’gonna cum,” you say shakily.

he watches you lift up and bounce on that sweet spot, lips glossy. “so pretty, oh you’re so pretty momma, cum, cum on m—” he chokes as you wrap your hands around his throat, holding him down to the bed.

“shut up baby, let me take c-care of it, oh fuck, ooh fuck baby,” you whine, squeezing his neck as you cum onto him with loud drawn out moans, gasping as you ride out your high, eyebrows scrunched and mouth open, shuddered babbles flying off your tongue.

“gonna-cum momma,” he chokes, gasping for air as you press down more, riding his through his orgasm. he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, moans spewing out of him before he cums deep inside you, hard load after load.

“mmm yes baby, that’s a good boy, yeah? you’re my good boy?” you continue riding him to overstimulation, and he shudders, groaning and arching his back.

“momma feels too good, feels too good wait, n-no,” he whimpers, gritting his teeth as he continues coming into you. “I know, it’s so good right? keep goin for me baby you got it,” you kiss his cheek as he moans, throwing his head back against the pillow. “n-no, it’s so good momma no more,” he begs, and you finally pull off, laying next to him on your side, cum leaking out of you as you try n catch your breath with your boyfriend.

“what’d you think baby,” you lift up to look at him, rubbing his face as he catches his breath, body relaxing against the cuffs, his eyes closed and chest heaving. “so good, real good momma.” “mmhmmm.” you nod, kissing him gently, hearing him still whimper when your lips connect. “lemme clean you up n i’ll let you go, ok?” you leave the room to wet a towel, coming back and seeing him laid back and eyes closed.

“baby?” you say softly before realizing he’s asleep, making you smile. “poor baby, all fucked out.” you clean him up gently before uncuffing him, allowing him to roll on his side. you turn off your lamp as you slip under his grasp, holding the hand that drapes over you.

you don’t think you’d do it again, or at least not often. that was a lot of fuckin’ work.

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