#✧ ���˚੭ — writing

[tteokdoroki]

jock bf yuuji who’s tongue lolls out of his mouth when he feels u cum on his dick and then he ends up cumming when you suck on his tongue as it hangs out of his mouth <3 he’s a big manhandler and so unbelievably strong, has def broken the weak frame of your dorm bed at least once <3 loves sleeping over and then waking up to you in the early morning light, eats you out then has you ride him and you’re both thinking about it for the rest of the day <3 yuuji sends you the riskiest texts too, texts you that he can’t stop thinking about how good you looked when you sucked him off the night before and now you’re distracted in the library <3

ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #6. pleasure prioritised.

about. just some scenarios of an incredibly strong jock boyfriend pleasing his girlfriend in different ways. thank you nonnie for driving me up the wall with this!!! ( 1K )

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, smut, college!au, characters aged up to 20s, creampies, messy makeouts, breaking the bed, strength!kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (f + m!receiving), jock bf!yuuji, weird + fem!reader.

everybody knows that yuuji itadori is strong, he wouldn’t be the star athlete in the soccer team if that wasn’t the case. 

with muscles that ripple when he moves, thick thighs that spread wide and flex on instinct and dark eyes that shine like gold while pulling you in — it’s no wonder why half of the campus wants a piece of him. luckily enough, yuuji itadori only wants to give himself to you.

yuuji only uses the full extent of strength when he devotes his body to pleasing you. when it’s lights out at your dorm go out, and the common spaces are vacant while your roommates party the night away and all that remains is a man who loves his girlfriend with all of his entirety. and a girl who loves him all too much, right back. he pins you to the bed, pelvis to pelvis as yuuji uses all of his might to pound into you.

his thrusts are usually heavy, but thoughtful and with meaning — designed to make you see bright, shining stars behind your eyelids and pull an angels song from between your lips. itadori doesn’t just fuck you —  his sweet girlfriend, his everything, his purpose. he makes love to you, makes the bed rock while his sticky tip stays tacked to your g-spot and safe, comforting brown his eyes stay locked on yours, reminding you of how much you are loved as you tremble and quake beneath him. 

there’s often a dull thump to the wall from where the force of yuuji’s hips drive the headboard into it. only you ever have the power to make your man that feral, have him drooling like a dog with its tongue in the wind whenever he has the chance to sink into your tight heat. it’s the way your snug little pussy ripples around the giant jock’s fat girth, his tummy smooshed up against your puffy clit does nothing to help him either. the more ecstasy he gives you, the more you clench down on your boyfriend and the further his eyes disappear into his skull. 

itadori just loves being inside of you, tucking his thriving dick away inside your velveteen walls, hearing your pussy suction around you and your cheap dorm mattress squeak in harmony with your hiccuped moans. yuuji, yuuji, yuuji. his name on your kiss swollen and tear glossed lips is enough for the pink haired man to break the bed from how hard and deep he thrusts into you. even when it does collapse in on itself, yuuji doesn’t dare stop until you’re cumming in sweet streams around him — painting his toned stomach and washboard abs in your arousal before he fills you up with his own thick white.

he usually cums with his drooling tongue in your mouth and an arm wrapped around your head, keeping you tucked underneath while he grinds his hips through your shared highs. sometimes salacious laments and high-pitched whines manage to slip through the cracks — which mean noise complaints from the Dean of your dorm and a call to maintenance in the morning to fix your destroyed bed (and walls).

mornings are no different (once your bed is fixed), yuuji itadori always fails to keep his hands to himself and if he’s lucky enough to stay the night — he uses those very same greedy and large hands to pleasure you all throughout sunrise. you wake up to find fingers on the swollen little nub tucked between your puffy pussy lips and his eager tongue swiping over the eight of your slit to catch any of your juices before they’re wasted on cheaply made college-friendly sheets. 

it’s a sight to behold, the way you arch your back from the bed and your thighs quiver either side of a head full of bright pink hair that tickles their insides. you can’t help but tug on the soft tufts — dragging yuuji further into your creamy cunt while accidentally kicking plushies galore from their place amongst your pillows and blankets. itadori remains a messy eater, slurping on your succulent folds, running laps over every inch of the heat between your glorious thighs. 

except you don’t get to cum on his mouth or his tongue on mornings like this — instead yuuji likes to really show off his strength. he likes you in his lap and seated on the swell of his fat, oozing girth. he adores plugging you full, watching you writhe above him for something, anything. any type of thrust or friction. yuuji can’t help himself, he’s always dying  to grope the globes of your ass when you’re riding him, using the strength in his arms  to hold over his bright red ans milky tip before pumping himself all the way into you in one calculated thrust upwards. 

both of you cum before either of your alarms go off, messy as always but content. you’re happy with yuuji and he’s always so happy to please you — it’s the least he could do for his precious girl. 

itadori always leaves you with a limp throughout the rest of your day — a comfortable pain in the base of your spine that reminds you of how deep he’d gone. there’s a dampness to your underwear during your classes too, reminding you of how much hot, oozing seed the jock had filled you up with. ‘keep it there,’ the pink haired soccer player tends to ask with those guilt-tripping puppy dog eyes of his. ‘want you walking around with my cum dripping down your thigh, so that everyone knows who you belong to.’

you often wonder what the campus would think if they knew how debauched their star player really was.

they’d have a field day if they saw the texts yuuji sent you while wiping the floor with his teammates during practices. pictures of his erection in the changing room mirrors and maybe some of your pretty face while he had you cumming on just his tip. sometimes paragraphs detailing how he was going to ruin your pussy, make you see god or even reach cloud nine. some tell you how much itadori misses your plush lips wrapped around him as he cums down your throat. 

but no matter what way you look at it, your jock boyfriend yuuji itadori always has your pleasure prioritised at the forefront of his mind. he’d use whatever part of his body, whatever strength he has to keep you satisfied. all alongside his insatiable appetite for you and only you. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[cosmophoriia]

"i made it so obvious" : angry love confessions. 𝜗𝜚

ღ request from: @inlovewithpandora. Prompt request for angry love confession where character b is oblivious and doesn’t realize that character a has a crush on them and character a gets fed up with character b acting clueless so while character b is talking to them about their love life character a blurts out their feelings

"how can you not know, i made it so obvious!" "clearly, you didn't make it that clear!"

“i’ve had feelings for you for so long.”

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“how did you not notice, i always flirted with you.”

“you deserve someone who would treat you right.” “who might that be?” “… how about me?”

“i’m right in front of you.”

character b going on and on about how they never find someone and character a is just looking at them ready to snap.

“you just got to be fucking kidding me, right?”

“are you messing with me?” “no, why would you think that?” “because i gave you all the signs to me liking you and you haven’t notice one bit.”

“why are you so clueless?”

“did you ever stop and think that maybe just maybe the person you’re looking for is me?”

character a choosing to ignore character b for a while after b goes out on a tinder date and b is so confused on why a been avoiding them.

^ “did i do something wrong?”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“everyone knew but you!”

character a having to hear character b talk about the sweet gifts that character c claimed they sent reader.

^ "they didn't send you those gifts, i did!"

"wait... you're in love with me?"

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

"you claim to know everything about me but you never noticed that i’ve feelings for you, not even once?”

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

🪷 Check my recent poll ¡! 📌

“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[stars4anakin]

“jaaaack!” you squealed, your excitement very prominent.

“yes?”

“can you do this tiktok trend with me?”

he squinted his eyes, tilting his head to the side, “what trend?”

you crawled onto the bed he was on, scrolling through your phone and once you found the video you shoved the phone in his face, smiling like a kid.

“y/nnn, you want to come out publicly?”

“would it be so bad?”

he grinned, dropping your phone and kissed you, “i would love to.”

you kissed him again before grabbing your red lipstick. you rounded the bed, sitting in his lap, legs on each side of his thighs. you quickly applied the lipstick, kissing his lips, then his cheek. smiling as you kissed his forehead.

you kissed his jaw, then the bridge of his nose. you kept kissing him until his face was absolutely adorned by kiss marks. “okay alllllmooost done.”

you reapplied lipstick and kisses his lips again, and again.

you reached for your phone, bringing up the audio. you purposely smeared the lipstick, his hand reaching for your lips and wiped it away, the camera panned to his face covered in kisses.

“can we make one for my account?” he asked.

your eyes lit up. you placed your phone down, “we’ll post them at the same time.”

you grabbed his phone quickly unlocking it, searching up the audio. “ok, okay. are you ready?”

me nodded his smile wide. when the camera was on him this time he grabbed your cheek and brought you into a kiss, then the audio ended.

you smiled into his lips, “okay, champion.” once he opened his eyes, he looked into yours. “i can’t wait.”

he grabbed his phone and quickly posted the video, no hashtags, no caption. just an innocent video of him and his girlfriend.

you quickly captioned the video and tagged jack, then exited the app.

once you looked back up at him he smiled, “i can’t wait for the texts from mason and jamie.”

“me personally, cannot wait for trinitys reaction.”

“mmm, she’s gonna be so happy.”

he wrapped his arms around you and fell back onto the bed ignoring the notifications from your phones.

user1: I KNEW IT!!!

replies:

user2: IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!

devynnekodaa: finally!

user3: the cutest couple award goes to…

championsgf: y/n and jack making their relationship public with that audio is so real.

🔃 1,379 retweets, 12k likes

y/nismylover: y/n fans, how are we feeling after that post?

🔃 382 retweets, 10k likes

user1: not okay.

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user2: they’re such a pretty couple.

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user3: now they’re gonna be on hiatus until their next premiere 😭💕

user4: notice how no one is hating on their relationship? 😭 goals. it’s proven that they’re the cutest.

🔃 30 retweets, 705 likes

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user5: might also be from the fact that everyone thought they were already public with how they acted in interviews.

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user6: i didn’t know they weren’t public until twitter went crazy, tbh.

[arachine]

u asked so I shall deliver :3

but imagine whiny n fucked out Dave Lizewski omfffhhhgggggg, his hair is a mess n his glasses are falling off, they're all dirty too bc he's handsy! Ik he is! and he tries to grab anything he can on u but u just tut him and tell him to keep his hands to himself, so nowwww he's whining even more, he's begging too atp, all glossy eyes and jutted out lips. I KNOW he's a pretty crier, so why shouldn't u mess with him a lil yk?

moral of the story, Dave. Just Dave.

nghhhhh rina i’m gonna scream SO loud.

warnings: unprotected sex, dacryphilia (i think? cba to check if i included it), whiny dave (like down bad, pussydrunk dave) + so rushed i’m sorry but i need to fr study lol :3

can just imagine him begging to touch you. at first, he tries to bargain with you. asks if he can just ‘hold your hips for a bit’, so you don’t ‘fall off’—as he puts it. but you’re ruthless. all bite and no bark.

“good boys keep their hands to themselves,” you tsk, swatting away his wandering appendage. the admonishment forces a whine from his throat, and he retracts his hand quickly like a child scolded for getting into the cookie jar. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for me, baby?”

“yes—fuck—god, yes. j’st let me touch you, let me h-hold you,” he pleads, and it’s so cute. the knot between his brows, the erythro in his cheeks—the crystalline droplets cascading down his face. it doesn’t take much persuasion to get you to acquiesce; not when he’s beneath you like this. looking up at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “ok, go ahead, baby. touch me.”

and as soon as you give him the okay, he’s flipping you over onto your back, all muscles and eagerness. grabs the weight of his cock and bullies it into your little hole, unconcerned by your protests and light-hearted pleas for him to slow down.

“easy, ‘m not going anywhere,” you giggle, but it falls on deaf ears because he’s concentrated. focused—on one thing and one thing only—or maybe two things—or a few things: your skin, the rivulets of sweat between your breasts, your eyes—the perfect little ‘o’ shape your mouth makes when he hits that spot just right. yeah, he’s focused.

“babybabybaby, i’m close,” he says in your ear, a mixture of a whine and cry, “please, lemme do it inside. can i? i’ll get you the pill, swear i will, s-swear it!”

and at the nod of your approval, he’s pistoning into you like a rabid thing. all mumbles and whimpers, expletives and grunts. telling you how sweet you are to him, and how lucky he is to have a girlfriend who let’s him finish inside her.

says he’ll, “never fuck another girl again,” while the weight of his hand rests firmly against your jaw, and his lithe fingers maneuver your head to meet his lips. and you know he’s telling the truth—because his eyes are all hazy and glossy. they get like that when he’s close; and they got like that when he declared his love for you some time ago. a tell-tale sign.

“so close, baby. use me, you can do it,” you caress his cheek, clenching once, twice, three times around him in an effort to get him to finish. and it works. he manages a few more lazy thrusts before he’s plopping down onto you with a strangled moan and a sigh.

“about that pill…” he starts, “i only have $10 in my account. don’t think we’re ready to be parents.”

gasping, you raise a hand to yank him back by the hair, “lizewski, get off of me right now.” the brunet chuckles but it only coaxes you to pull tighter at the scalp.

“ow, okay, okay. i was just kidding,” he admits, grabbing at the hand holding his hair by the root, “let me go and i’ll go pick it up.”

“alright, go,” you release him, “but seriously, get off of me. you’re heavy.”

© arachine 2023

[fruitysnackys]

𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼𝕊: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝟛 ;-;

𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕧 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕥.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟠𝟘𝟟

ℂ𝕎: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕟𝕚, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥.

You didn't know how you got in this position and at the moment you don't really care. All you can think about is the pleasure you are feeling. Rough hands hold your wrists together behind your back, pulling you up against his chest. Eyes glossy from the overstimulation you have endured.

"C'mon darling, be good for me and cum one more time. I know you can do it."

He says as the sound of hips meeting ass fill part of the room. The squelch of previous cum making obscene noises. It dribbles down the back and inside of your thighs with every thrust he makes. His free hand coming up to rest on your neck placing the perfect amount of pressure to make you feel dizzy and make sure you stay lucid enough to tap out if needed. You clench around him at the feeling.

"Ah, you like being choked by me? Don't you?"

He asks in a almost condescending tone as his pace picks up. Your vision going slightly hazy as you feel your release coming. Your chests heaves up and down with every breath you struggle to do.

"Is my darling close? Are they about to cum all over the bed?"

He asks as he moves his head to your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake as he goes from shoulder to shoulder. Knowing that if you don't respond he'll stop right before you can cum like he's done so many times before.

"m-mhm."

You barely manage to make a sound other then moans. Your legs squeeze together as you approach the edge, tightening around him. The slight twitch of his cock tells you he's getting there as well. He removes his hands from your neck and wrists, instead choosing to push you face down onto the mattress. One of his hands grips your hips the other pushes your head into the pillow.

"Good, now be quiet."

He says as he pushes your head into the pillow just a bit more. Just a bit longer before he buries himself into your heat and lets his cum spill into you. You cum onto the sheets while milking his cock for all it can give. He helps you ride out your release with slow but deep thrusts.

"How are you feeling? Did I do too much?"

He asks, gently pulling out as you slump onto the mattress. As you try to catch your breath you give him a thumbs up. Letting out a chuckle he lovingly rubs your hips.

"I'll take that as a sign you're feeling good."

You rub your face onto the pillow with a sigh.

"Can you go run a bath, I feel sticky inside and out."

He just lets out a small laugh at your request before walking to the bathroom but not without giving you a sweet kiss first.

"I'll put in your favorite bubble bath as well."

"The strawberry one?"

"Yes, the strawberry one. You deserve it after being so good for me."

"Thank you." You say with a tired smile as you start to sit up, wincing slightly at the sore feeling. You wait a few minutes, hearing the water running in the background as the tub fills up. Soon he comes back and picks you up before bringing you to the bathroom and sitting you on the toilet while he fingers his cum out of you so you don't get a belly ache later.

"What show do you want to watch later?" He asks as he pulls his fingers out and lifts you into the hot tub before stepping in behind you. Both of you letting out relaxed sighs as the hot water sooths your sore muscles. "Ancient Aliens? We haven't seen the new episode yet."

You say with a sigh as hiss hands massage your berry scented shampoo into the hair on your scalp, making sure it lathers nicely. You lean into his touch with a content sigh. He rinses your hair out thoroughly before applying conditioner to the ends of your hair.

"Sure, we can cuddle as we watch."

He says as he puts your hair up in a clip to let the conditioner sit as he gently cleans your body making sure to be gentle around sore spots before he starts cleaning himself.

"Do you want me to set any specific sleepwear out for you?"

"Just the soft hoodie and shorts."

You say he rinses your hair out as he drains the tub. Taking the detachable showerhead and cleaning you two off a bit more. He carries you into the bedroom after drying off and pulls your sleepwear out of the closet and hands it to you. After changing the sheets and getting all changed and comfy in your bed, He puts on Ancient Aliens as you both drift to sleep with murmurs of sweet nothings.

𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝔸𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥.

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

armin is the boyfriend who wears hair ties on his wrist to help stretch them out for you because he knows that you hate how tight they are at first. he also always wants to make sure he has one in case yours breaks.

armin is the boyfriend who will take your makeup off for you if you’re too tired to do it yourself. he doesn’t want your pores to get clogged.

armin is the boyfriend who waits on you hand and foot. you want water? don’t worry, he’s got it. hungry? do you want take-out? if you don’t, don’t worry, he’ll cook for you. cold? he’s already getting you a blanket. however, when it comes to caffeine.. “love, maybe you shouldn’t have that third energy drink. maybe we can share? just so you don’t have too much caffeine..”

armin is the definition of the perfect boyfriend. while every girl chases after him, he simply turns a blind eye. why? because he only wants you, his special angel 💕

tag list :: @underthetree845

[starscara]

flash on. (ft diluc, zhongli + ayato)

001. you send them a suggestive photo whilst they’re out.

002. suggestive themes, nsfw, semi-public masturbation, phone sex

003. 18+ content ahead. minors do not interact.

— diluc is working late at the tavern when his phone pings. ‘my love: 1 attachment’ it reads. curious, he opens it.

a picture of you in a lacy two piece lights up his screen, and he’s almost too quick to turn his phone off. the angle at which you took it made you look scandalous, almost as if you were about to start fingering yourself then and there. one hand was draped in between your breasts, the pink lace barely even covering your nipples. a message pings in immediately after diluc saves the photo to his camera roll. it reads;

“i miss you.”

taking a sharp breath, diluc quickly types his response.

“play with that pretty pussy while you wait, be home soon.”

and with that, diluc’s shift ends for the night.

— initally, zhongli is pleasantly surprised to receive a text message from you. it shows that you’re thinking of him whilst he was out, albeit not in the way he expected.

at first, the photo surprises him. he definitely wasn’t prepared for the photo to be so erotic; it featured you sitting in front of the camera, fingers buried knuckle deep into your cunt. your regulation black panties were soaked and your juices leaked out onto the couch, creating a gooey puddle in between your legs.

and in the midst of his confusion, a second text comes through. “when are you getting home? i’m bored :(”

sighing, zhongli puts down the book he was holding. “wait for me, my dear,” he responds before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

— ayato saw it coming. a man can’t leave his poor darling alone for more than an hour without her finding some sort of way to get him to come home. clearly his international affairs don’t matter to you because as his soon to be wife, you should take first priority.

what he doesn’t see coming, however, is the photo itself.

now, he knew you could be naughty, but not the type of naughty where you send him a picture of you flat out riding a blush pink dildo. your pretty pussy leaks fluids that drip along the dildo and onto the floor, gathering into a small puddle. what ayato is focused on most is your ass and how round it looks devoid of any panties. it looks so soft and big and he finds himself needing to touch it immediately.

as his hand moves to pull his hardening cock out of his trousers, another message comes through; this time, a video. it’s caption, “keep working hard, baby ;)”

ayato sighs as his thumb slides over his leaky tip. oh, he will.

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kinktober event masterlist.

[cloudsstarlight]

Comfort writing cuz. I'll be lowkey honest I don't see many x readers revolving around helping lovers with their periods??? Yah yah it's an icky subject but you can't tell me it's not wholesome as fuck when your cheesecake boyfriend volunteers to make you feel like a princess when you're in massive pain

So now Cloud is my victim of testing out to see what he'd do huehuem

♡Period Problems♡

Summary: Headcanons/short scenario of Cloud helping out with his girlfriend's period issues.

Reader Details: The reader is female!

Warnings: ...uuhh, if you don't likey period topics then don't read? I kinda don't know why I'm putting that there, just wanna be sure no one gets disgusted. Meds are also involved.

Okay obviously the man knows what periods are lmao

But....never did he think he'd have to get involved with it, hell he didn't even think he'd get this far to have a girlfriend that he cares for like crazy.

So in the beginning, he was a bit awkward when being given the news that it was that time of the month. He'd give you your space if ever you felt under the weather, or would stay by you like he usually does when you aren't on your period.

It really depends on how you feel, really. He already knows that your body is going through a lot, so he doesn't want to add onto it.

"..Hey Cloudy? May I...have favor from you?"

"Sure, waddya need?"

"...Pads-"

Yeah Cloud didn't think he'd be caught dead in the feminine products aisle. he's. he's trying okay .

Eventually though, he does get used to it whenever you couldn't get pads or pain meds yourself. Cloud was gradually starting to even preparing your needs in advance.

Pads and meds weren't the only things he'd get for you though, as he started bringing some chocolates or other comfort foods that you'd have cravings for.

And if ever you'd have accidents, he would never get mad, after all, it's not your fault since you can't really control it.

That being said, he'd change your clothes and the sheets if you were in too much pain do it yourself(but I'll be honest I don't think he'd care if you were in pain or not, man is such a sweetheart, he just wants you to relax).

"I'm back."

Cloud had just returned from doing arrands for the stuff you need to get through your period days, setting the bag down on the table and calling out to you.

"Babe?"

He walked over to the bedroom you two shared, slowly pushing the door open a crack to reveal your exhausted form, resting after having to battle endless waves of cramps until the painkiller finally kicked in, but you were knocked out by then and asleep. Cloud sighed, relieved that you were alright at least.

He walked over and kneeled down, facing you as you were resting on your side. He gently brushed the strands of hair that fell on your face and smiled at your relaxed state. He planted a soft kiss on your nose.

"...It's okay love...I'll help you get through this."

[tteokdoroki]

ೀ⋆OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES ━━ satoru gojo + breeding !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. satoru gojo + breeding. thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown… (5.2K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, royalty!au, enemies to lovers (?), forbidden romance, infidelity and cheating, spit kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breast play, agoraphilia, baby trapping, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected sex, princess + fem!reader, lord!satoru gojo.

୨୧ — director’s note. woo happy spooky season my loves. welcome back to another tteokdoroki kinktober! im excited for you to see whats in store this year, hope you enjoy this fic to start off mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

you have thirty days to get married.

being from a small town, somewhere that’s not even on the map — you never expected your family name to carry much meaning aside from the one you carved out for yourself. let alone expect your name to come from royalty.

if you thought discovering how to be a teenager at sixteen was hard, then try discovering how to be a princess at sixteen on for size. everything you’ve ever done since finding out you were royalty has been for your family. you’ve kept your head down, out of the spotlight aside for the occasional appearance and charitable events. you’ve studied hard, double-majoring in international relations alongside political science and diplomacy. 

you’ve prepared yourself thoroughly enough to feel ready to take the mantle of queen — especially with your grandmother planning to step down. all of your accomplishments have been leading up to this very moment — it’s so close that you can practically feel the weight of the crown on your head. 

except there’s one itty, bitty, little problem.

you still have to get married in thirty days. otherwise, your family title will be poached from right beneath your nose.

satoru gojo (aka public enemy number one) is the nephew of a member of parliament who just so conveniently knows genovian law better than your grandmother does. since satoru came of age before you did, and he’s lived in genovia for longer than you have, and has some random distant relative in connection to the first king — the men of parliament have decided that he too is in line for the throne. 

especially if you, the princess, do not marry before your coronation. 

how ridiculous is that? 

and not only is this satoru gojo an evil, conniving, crown-stealing bastard. but he’s charming, a silver tongue wrapped around each and every one of his words. charming, like a prince (blegh) he’s also stupidly attractive. with deep sapphire blue eyes that are gorgeous enough to make the crown jewellers weak in the knees and a smile so sweet it feels like a sugar rush whenever he looks at you. there’s something so unique about the frostiness to his soft white hair, matching his unfairly long lashes — the ones you know girls back home would kill for. 

it angers you to know that you’d been dancing with your rival at your welcome ball, pains you to know that you’ll never forget his slender fingers splayed out against the small of your back to guide your every movement. if you had been back in college (and had a few litres of hard liquor in your system), perhaps gojo would have been the type of guy you’d have snuck into the dorms for a night of fun and an NDA in the morning — your secret signed away from the paparazzi’s keen eyes. 

alas, these are very different circumstances and there’s a lot riding on you being sensible about the situation. yet, satoru proves himself to be a problem every chance that he gets — cornering you in closets with his breath hot against your ear, trapping you against the walls while the ghost of his touch feels like heaven against your skin… on the staircase too, insistent on reminding you of the passionate dance you once shared.

all while you’re set to marry the duke of another country so you can keep your fucking crown (pardon the language, your highness).

suguru geto would be the perfect king consort if you managed not to mess this up. he is warm, where satoru is a flip between disastrously hot and frustratingly cold. he balances you out, a mellowness to your clumsiness whilst understanding your need for a rushed proposal and wedding. raised a gentleman, suguru is mindful of you in every action he takes. he doesn’t stare too long but smiles when you think he’s not looking and he’s a wonder with your grandmother — the parents, too. his family gem (a serpentine, making you feel much like a snake) sits heavy on your ring finger, dazzling under camera flashes at your engagement dinner…. and he recognises duty and honour above anything else too. 

if satoru is your enemy, then guilt is your friend. no matter what either of the men in your life do, you find yourself comparing their every move. when you’re with suguru your mind is away chasing the fairies, imagining the touch of another man who sets your heart alight in a cool blaze — like gasoline trickling through your veins waiting for its candle match. when you’re with satoru, all you can think about is how wrong this is. how geto doesn’t deserve this. but you’re an addict without a cure, and your drug is satoru gojo and you don’t see yourself ever  quitting him.

you're in desperate need of a wake up call and a nicotine patch, the cocky yet lecherous air about him almost acting like a smog in your healthy and capable lungs. sometimes through the fog, you wonder if satoru knows how much he weighs heavy on your mind— though if he did, you’d never hear the end of it. 

the current queen tells you not to worry about the white haired man that’s slowly freezing over the four chambers of your heart. you tell yourself that suguru geto is the only man that you need, one that could help you rule and create a beautiful and better kingdom for many years to come. geto tells you that he loves you, that he can’t wait to marry you in two or three weeks time and you respond with equal (yet, faux) excitement.

perhaps that’s why you find yourself sneaking away from this respectful, loving man to be with the one trying to ruin your life?

why are you following satoru gojo deep into the royal gardens, where the rose bushes are the only witness to your sick and twisted sins?

your back hits the jagged pattern of tree bark before your brain can catch up — causing a little wet whimper to bubble up on your pinky-peach tainted lips. the flutter of pain just beneath your skin only lasts for a second before it’s replaced by the sensation of satoru’s fingers traversing up the dips and curves of your body. he soothes you where it hurts the most, rough fingertips leaving bruising marks made with affection along your thighs and small of your back while he swallows your sweet gasps — licking into the wet cavern of your mouth to taste you. 

“you’re not even…” his words spill into you, adding fuel to the spark of lust beginning to form a pit in your stomach. “you’re not even attracted to him,” he spews, surging forward like a storm knocking on your door to press his greedy spit slicked lips to yours. his tongue, syrupy and wet, intertwined with your own, filling you up and giving you something to suck on. 

before you can even think of kissing your rival back, he retreats and takes his swollen lips with him — latching onto your neck and weaponizing his teeth against it. you gasp, your angel’s song tipping out into the rose garden while your fingers tangle in silver-moon locks and let him work against you, claiming you just below the neckline of your dress where no one will be able to see. 

except for maybe your fiancé and only god knows how you’ll be able to explain the marks to him tonight. ‘oh you know me, suguru. i’m way too clumsy for my own good.’ you’ll say, all while thinking about how the man after your crown blew your back out at your engagement party. 

you know why satoru’s acting such a fool — taking risks that he wouldn’t normally. the dress you’re wearing, the colour of his eyes, drives him fucking insane. you can’t say that you didn’t ask for this, like it wasn’t on purpose. 

“can’t fucking stand you,” gojo groans against your skin, nose pressed to your collarbone as he inhales the candied notes of your perfume. “been giving me those angel eyes all day. knowing that i can’t take my fucking eyes off of you when you wear that colour, princess.” 

he’s insufferable, but here you find yourself at the mercy of his touch — offering up your body to satoru gojo like a sacrificial lamb as your back arches away from the tree and presses your chest into his eager strawberry tongue. it leaves a slimy track over your neck and dips between the cleavage of your dress while gojo makes his descent down to hell — tasting the shimmering crystals of salt on your skin. 

satoru gojo belongs on his knees. 

kneeling before you with the royal blue tule of your dress between his shaking hands. you can tell he’s trying not to rip it off of you. born to worship you.  mirth weighs down his lashes and desire dances between the navy blue flecks in his sapphire eyes — he needs you so bad it might kill him. from this position he can practically smell how turned on you are, he’d recognise the mouth-watering aroma of your drooling cunt anywhere, slick gathering in the crotch of your barely there panties. 

there’s a depraved, royal treasure hidden between the string of fabric that runs between your juicy pussy lips — swollen and waiting to be devoured by your enemy. not that you’d ever admit that to him. “i think you should be referring to me as your queen.” you manage between ragged breaths, satoru eyeing the way your chest heaves from beneath the bust of your dress. 

instead of responding, his head unceremoniously dips beneath your skirts and he drags a thigh over the width of his broad shoulders. “watch your mouth,” the lord purrs salaciously as he licks up your inner thigh, the vibrations shooting straight to your swollen clit. “let’s remind you of who’s really in charge.” the both of you feel it, the aching throb of your pussy against gojo’s lips as he wedges his face right between your thighs. you can’t help but grind against him in wanton, desperate to be filled up with fingers, tongue whatever your sworn enemy has to offer up to the crown. 

but your warmth and wetness does nothing to coax satoru into tongue fucking his way past your clenching, creaming entrance. rather, he draws his head back just a touch and rubs at your cunt like he loves you, dips his fingers just into your quivering hole and then — smack !

juices run down satoru’s arms as if he’s taken a bite into the fruit that tempted eve while he laughs in awe of just how fucking sloppy you are between your thighs. the spank to your puffy folds makes you jolt in surprise, causing you to scratch your back against the jagged tree bark. 

“gojo!” you squeak in warning as your thighs close around his veiny hand. 

he sticks his tongue into his cheek, smirking in amusement before prying your shaky legs apart. “that’s not quite right, try again for me, princess...” gojo repeats the process, running between your slick folds and spanking you against them when you fail to respond. “you know my name, baby. c’mon it’s easy, i’ll even say it with you. d…d…” 

you refuse to stoop so low, to let demeaning words escape from underneath your tongue but not having satoru’s mouth on you is like torture — just his breath against your cunt is akin to dangling a carrot in front of a starving horse. you know what that pleasure is like, you crave it and you’re not above begging no matter how royal you may be. 

“f-fuck, daddy!” you whinge defiantly, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against the tree. satoru wastes no more time then, slotting his hot mouth against the entire length of your silken slit. the first thing he does is moan, the vibrations shooting twinges of ecstasy from your clit through the rest of your body and even reaching your head — making the world around you spin. 

the tip of his tongue teases its way past your entrance, squirming around to brush up against pleasure spots your little fingers can’t even reach. “that’s right princess, knew you could do it. you’re not just some stuck up little girl.” the white haired lord praises, drawing back from your quivering hole — connected to you by a string of your glistening slick. 

“shut up, just… put your mouth to good use.” you grunt, your hips canterint down onto gojo’s face to keep him quiet. your fingers take root in his silvery moon locks, dragging the man and his pink tongue onto your sex once more. gojo takes the hint, making your cute little clit his next victim as he rolls it between perfect rows of pearly whites and sends your eyes into the dark depths of your skull. 

the sinful and salacious sensation provides a welcomed distraction from your responsibilities as the crown princess. if your grandmother could see you now, you know that all she’d feel is disappointment— especially if she knew her granddaughter was fucking the biggest threat to the crown. and suguru, your poor fiancé — he was probably stuck mingling with guests he didn’t even know, looking for your eyes in the crowd like he always did. 

shame should be burning through your veins, not the white hot trickle of desire that you’re filled with as satoru slurps your juices from between your fat pussy lips. the needy groans he lets out against you inch down your spine, drown you in stormy waves of lust and you find yourself addicted to the bob of gojo’s head from underneath your tule skirts. you’re just so wet, pouring the royal family’s riches, liquid gold straight into the man’s greedy mouth as he drinks you in.

your nectar glazes his cheeks and chin in a devilish shine, brighter than the crown set to sit atop your head — his mouth barely parts from your ravaged and swollen romping as if he’s married to eating you out, tongue licking you up and down before your juices even have a chance to drip to the ground. you can only imagine what would happen if the press found out, your life would be over and so would satoru’s. but you don’t care, because every second that gojo spends between your thighs dragging you to orgasm is worth it. every single time. 

he grips at your ass, pulling you back onto his tongue as it flickers in and out of you. the whole ordeal is disgusting and delightful and you never want it to end. pleasure mounts high within you, evident in the shakiness of your gripes and grouses, lust laden in its tune. 

“s-satoru…satoru. i’m gonna… g’na fuckin’ cum!” a high pitch squeal tears in your throat like music to gojo’s ears — now working relentlessly to get you off just like you need. he doesn’t care if he’s suffocating, at least he’ll die a happy man between the thighs of a princess. 

he chuckles against your sex. “such a dirty mouth for such a proper lady.” the lord says as if he’s a scolding you.

but you can barely hear him, for static rings in your ears as your body loses the war to your orgasm. your release bubbles up on his tongue like the fresh pop of champagne, while your brain fizzles and clears itself of all logical thought. guilt is replaced by bouts of lust, making you realise that this cycle of avoiding and fucking gojo will never end. you’re too addicted to him and he’s too obsessed with you, as long as things remain that way — sex with him will always be on the agenda. 

you can’t promise yourself, your grandmother or suguru that this will be the last time. 

dopamine dances across gojo’s brain as he drinks in the tangy-honey flavour of your release, letting it splatter against his puffy lips as they encircle your clit to prolong your orgasm. you gush as if you’re a rushing erotic river, spilling into satoru’s earnest mouth while he licks you clean with wanton.

“look at that… oh look at you. cumming for me already.” 

“f-fuck you.”

“fuck me?” he smirks, making your gut lurch with wanton. “fuck you. i’m the one that’s working on it, princess.” satoru slowly rises to his feet, licking a nasty spit-slicked trail from your hole to the cleavage peeking out from underneath your dress. he doesn’t even stand to his full height, his large frame towering over you as he yanks down the front of your dress to lick and suck and play with your breasts until you can’t tell what’s up or down anymore.

his perfect teeth graze a pert nipple which makes you gasp and cry, loosely looping your arms around satoru’s neck while his ravaging mouth works your sensitive breasts, even going as far to swipe his tongue over the spot where each one meets your ribcage. he doesn’t leave any marks, you’re not his to keep. large and rough hands replace the warmth of his mouth on you to toy with your mounds of flesh — pinching and pulling as satoru kisses you senseless. you groan at the taste of your slick on his tongue and salt of your skin as well, tugging him closer so that there’s no space between your heated bodies. 

“don’t cry,” satoru comments softly against your swollen, cherry-bitten lips — cupping your face between his fingers. blinking slowly, you allow your frenzied brain the chance to catch up to reality  and you don’t realise the tears that wet your cheeks until he points them out. why are you even crying? “you’re too pretty for that.” his compliments do nothing to clear the lustful, confused fog settling over your mind like a dark cloud so you follow your body’s instincts and reach for the metal clasp on his belt. 

nimble fingers make their way down the front of gojo’s dress pants and he hisses at the quick pumps of his perfectly hard cock before you’re dragging up your skirts and guiding him towards your entrance. “baby, wait—“

you push his pants down enough to let his erection spring free, pulsing with need and standing at full mast against the cotton blouse covering his tummy. “i need you.” you sniff, dropping your panties to your ankles. “please.” 

the thing about sex with satoru is that it never feels like just sex. he tenderly hikes the meat of your thigh over his slender hips, lets his dribbly, sticky cockhead twitch forward and ease past the salaciously slick barriers of your empty hole, and presses your bodies so close together that you think you might forget how to breathe. satoru makes love to you each and every time — and it’s terrible. 

like eating too much sugar or indulging in a bad smoking habit. you’re not supposed to be in love with him and the way he fucks up into you, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis even with all of the fabric in the way. “don’t cry for him, f-fuck,” the both of you look down, your pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy swallowing his lengthy shaft whole — catching on the ridges of each blue vein spiralling around him. “cry for me, princess. i’m the one that’s ruining you.” 

with his forehead pressed to yours, silver hair matted down by the line of perspiration against it — satoru braces a hand against the tree above your head and sets stream to his passionate thrusts, fluid like water under a bridge. it’s not fair, how wrong this is and how good it feels to have gojo lick over the parts of you he would bite down on if you were his. your pulse point, your neck, the spot just under your ear that’s way too sensitive for your own good. it should be suguru fucking you like this, your fiancé. 

yet, there’s no room for self-loathing and despair between the rough tree and satoru gojo above you. nothing aside for the thick curtain of lust that protects you from prying eyes in the rose garden, floral scents twisting with the raw, aphrodisiac-like smell of sex and sweat while he pounds away at your swollen pussy, grinding his cock wetly against the sweet spots dotted along your ribbed walls. 

“i should put a baby in you,” he says suddenly, just barely audible over the wet pap, pap, pap of your sexes working together. embarrassment burns bright under the surface of your cheeks because you’re that wet and it’s that loud, the remainders of your previous orgasm making it easier for satoru’s cock to glide in and out of you. “leave you with a little gift. a present — reminder of our time together, yeah?” he knows that he’s not making any sense, leaving his confession behind sex and sultry words. he would never admit to how much he loves you, he’s already ruined you enough. he’s already taken more than enough from you too. “i’ll get to the crown either fuckin’ way.” 

satoru talks with his dick and you fucking like it, squeezing the damn daylights out of him. he can barely pull back with you locked down on like that, his seedy tip snug between your ruined folds — clinging into him by viscous ropes of your last orgasm and freshly formed globs of his white hot precum. “you like that, don’t you princess?” he coos down to you condescendingly, picking up the pace of his hips as he rams into you mercilessly. the tree shakes from the force, sprinkling pretty and innocent petals over you both. “you wanna make me a daddy? my queen? give me a little prince or princess.”

“fuck yes, satoru!” nodding your head with wanton, you press yourself into his neck and squeeze him close by the ass cheeks so the only place your lover can go is deeper. you want to be able to feel him in your guts, hot in your womb like an iron rod — anything to forget the trickle of betrayal filling you up like a glass of wine. “i want it, i want it…i want—“

you cut yourself of with an abrasive sob, as you moan your agreements. i want you. you feel the words on the tip of your tongue, drowned out by the slippery sounds of sex and creaking tree trunk. you’ve never wanted anyone as much as you’ve wanted satoru gojo.

but he’s the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. 

“i know you do, i know,” you can feel gojo move to slobber over your chest, pacifying his whistle tone whimpers with your nipples bouncing in his mouth. he looks up at you with vacant cerulean eyes that shimmer like the skies above, the crude mix of your arousals slinging at the point at which your bodies join. “tell me how much you love daddy’s cock, princess.” 

he goads because he craves your attention. satoru can feel you slipping from between his fingers, the guilt that rolls off of you in waves as he languidly rams into your cunt. he’s asking a lot of someone who’s too stimulated, too fucked out to speak — your tongue barely staying in your mouth. 

“sato—!”

“c’mon… answer me, fuck, there we go.”

that’s when he hikes you up in his arms, lifting you a little to feverishly thrust up into you — dragging you closer to another high. your nails dig deep into his taut ass, nudging his dick against your g-spot. suguru would never be this rough with you, would never want to fuck you so good that the pleasure hurts.

shaking your head, your eyes glisten but the denial doesn’t stop small streams of arousal from squirting out and webbing against gojo’s soft pubes. “i-i can’t! i don’t—“ satoru bites down on your nipple, hard, cutting through your train of blurry thought. “i love…h-him!” 

you love your fiancé, but you both know that’s a lie.

“yeah, sure you do. that’s why your pussy’s huggin’ my cock so tight. you don’t wanna let me go, baby.” even while he’s a mess for you, your rival still finds it in him to be such an egotistical prick. you can’t even tell him that he’s wrong, because you never ever want to be without satoru, without this immensely overwhelming feeling of ecstasy fluttering through your entire body. it’s all too much, he’s too much, stretching you wide and filling you with the love (and cum) you should be getting from suguru. 

thunder cracks above your head, lightning flashes through the trees as if the higher power up above is bearing witness — growing distraught at your sins. it’s not long before the heavens open up on you both and your sweaty, sex slicked bodies are doused in rain. but it doesn’t stop you, doesn’t stop satoru from dragging down your bottom lip to lovingly spit into your mouth. 

he kisses you as if it’s not enough, rocking his hips into you so he can bully your insides and mark them with his pre. “bet he’s lookin’ for you right now, hm? his precious wife to be…drenched in my cum ‘n drenched in the rain.” satoru heaves, letting the patter of the rain drown out the sound of his tightening balls slapping against your ass. “bet he wishes he could fuck you like i do.” 

you can’t tell if it’s the tears of guilt and longing or the rain that blurs your vision. “h-he doesn’t get to!” you cry like a dirty porn-star, hardly becoming of a soon to be queen. “o-only you!” 

“only me, hm? i’m flattered.” he seems elated, hiding his flushed face and happy smile in the junction between your neck and shoulder. his wet hair tickles your skin. “too bad he doesn’t know his princess comes used and abused between her pretty legs, huh?”

the rain is cold against your skin, seeping through your clothes, ruining your makeup — but the way satoru licks up your hot streaky tears and the droplets of water against your skin as if to sooth you… the way he does it fills you with warmth. 

your limbs become heavy from your water-logged clothes and exhaustion, your whole body slumped against satoru’s strength but you still manage to rake your nails down his back as if you can’t be any closer. gojo doesn’t let your hips run from his either.  his mind races, stuck on the idea of asking you to run away with him because he can’t just let you go back to geto. not again. 

he can’t let you marry someone you’re not in love with. 

it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay, even when you wrap your legs around him and have him plug up your tiny little hole with sticky white. he sees it in your eyes how much you care for him, even through the rain. he’s ruining you, from the inside out, knocking the crown from your head and he hates it.

“daddy loves this pussy,” he wishes for the moment to last forever, but you’re already so close — crying from every hole, suffocating his throbbing cock. neither of you can hold back. “he loves you. i love you.”

the confession nearly tears your world in two — but it’s all you need to hear before everything comes crashing down on you. “i-i love you!” you tell him, wailing the words loud and proud as you release on him for a second time, gushing obscene amounts against gojo’s tummy smooshed up on your clit. “sato—! satoru! cum with me, cum inside me!” scratching down his back and screwing your eyes shut, you tilt your head up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. 

the taste of salt on your cupid’s bow throws gojo over the edge too — his cockhead pours viscous white directly into your womb. “fuuuck, you’re so good princess…” and even though you know you should tell him to pull out, you don’t want him too. you want his baby, want his cum, want him always. even if that’s greedy of you.“fuckin’ take it…take all of me. all of that cum’s for you.” he slurs, beyond brainless.

lewd clapping noises echo between your bodies like the thunder up above as satoru fucks you through the rest of your highs, nose nudging your cheeks tenderly to soothe your tears. moaning, and crying against one another’s swollen lip. when his slow grinds come to a stop and your breathing recovers, the white haired lord gently sets you back in the ground — tenderly helping you to fix your drenched clothes back into place. 

your thighs are completely bruised and his back is completely torn up. the last marks you’ll ever leave with each other.

“so about—“

“we… we can’t do this anymore, satoru.” you say almost immediately, shaky as if you’re in the verge of panic. 

for the first time since you started doing this, sneaking off with one another, gojo notices the glint  on your ring finger. and you feel the very same weight of that ring. 

he shrugs you off, pulling up his pants and smirking. “that’s what you said last time—

“no satoru, i mean it now. we can’t.” it’s like you’ve come to your senses, realised the gravity of it all and what’s at stake. thirty days to get married, thirty days to become queen. “i’m going to become queen, your queen, in a matter of weeks and to do that i need to be married to him. i can’t mess this up. we have to stop.”

“but you don’t even want him,” he growls like a petulant child, roaring above the rain that cascades down on you both. “you want me. i want you. who gives a fuck about anything else?”

“duty gives a fuck! i have to marry him!”

throwing his hands up in defeat, satoru steps towards you, loud and intimidating, and you step back towards the tree. “you can’t even say his fucking name.” 

“his name is suguru geto and i will marry him because you forced me to.” you spit, going toe to toe with him — chest heaving but tight from your heart break. “if you and your stupid higher ups had just stayed out my way. maybe there could have been a chance for us. but they didn’t and here we are and duty freaking calls, gojo.” 

you storm off shortly after, be before he can see you cry again (for real this time). from his place hidden in the royal gardens, gojo watches sullenly as you approach your grandmother and fiancé — the elder queen disappointed in your current state and suguru clearly worried that the rain might make you catch a cold. 

the perfect alibi to cover up the fact that you’d just fucked satoru gojo. 

but the entire time, you never look back. 

you don’t even look at gojo — and  that’s how he knows you meant it. you always look back, always look for him in the crowd. 

the knowledge hits him like a strike of lightning. he’s royally fucked up — you’re marrying for the crown, all because of him. and there’s no room for loving when you’ve got the weight of the nation on your shoulders.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[cosmophoriia]

੭ — levels of intimacy.

ღ request from: @generousvintagevictorianeagle — hi!! can you please write some dialogue prompts about a relationship/ intimacy within partners/ and caring for each other type beat… fluff and maybe a little angst and smut… much appreciated!!

ღ warnings : some angst + smut mentioned!

"when’s the last time you ate something?"

“let me run you a nice soothing bath.”

“you look so beautiful, baby.” “babe, i just woke up.” “you’re always beautiful even if you just woke up.”

“let’s cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite movie.”

“i got you a present, i hope you like it.”

“why didn’t you just tell me you needed a break?”

“i’m sorry about what happened, i’m here if you ever need to talk about it.”

“hey… hey… why are you crying?”

“are you okay?”

“this is a great opportunity for you, i thought you would be happy but why do you look so sad?”

“you know you can tell me anything right?”

“can’t sleep.” “i tried absolute everything but nothing.” pulling you even closer as they say “you haven’t tried everything, i think i can get you to fall asleep”

“wanna take this to the bed?”

“we can take things slow if you want?”

“fuck… you’re so good.”

“please… go harder.”

“you look so pretty as you squirm under me.”

“let me clean you up.”

“such a good girl f’me.”

“is this okay?” character a ask before going any further and character b simply nods their head. “use your words baby.”

[fuckmymunson]

thinking abt steve and robin teasing eddie about how nervous he gets around reader and how she probably ruins him in bed.

little do they know, he’s the one that ruins her, teasing her until shes begging him to fuck her and then fucking her into the mattress until she can’t think about anything but him🥴

💌; Oh fuck yeah, definitely. Especially because Robin and Steve helped him to fucking rehearse asking you on a date... Which didn't end up as expected. Not mattress because I'm in the mood of wanting to be fucked in a car sorry I love u anon.

💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Oral sex (m), a lil' of facefucking, the tiniest bit of mean!Eddie (if you squint, like he's not even mean?), dirty talk (he says slut like 1 time), facials <3.

"Again! From the start, come on Munson you can do it" Robin sighed from her place in Steve's couch.

"Can I please take this fucking thing off?" Steve groaned from his place in the kitchen, referring to the cheap party shop wig he was wearing. It wasn't even your hair color.

"No you can't, now bring your ass over here, and please make a better impression, she doesn't sound like that, she's not permanently congested" Robin yelled from the living room and shook her head. "This cheap actresses that I gotta work with..."

"Hey! I heard that!" Steve yelled back. "Can we please focus?" Eddie complained from his spot on the living room as well, rubbing his face with frustration. "She would never go out with me! I can't even talk to her without stuttering and getting all flustered and—"

"But that's why we are here, dumbass" Robin interrupted him, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you can practice your pick-up lines on our cheap harlot" "Hey!" Steve chirped, again. "I'm not cheap!" "So you are a harlot" Robin laughed. "I can't do this" Eddie ignored them, already sinking on a spiral of anxiety and disappointment.

Unbeknownst to him, or anyone really, a certain someone knocked on Steve's front door. Their voices combined and Eddie's tantrum muffled the gentle knocks. The door was unlocked, and you saw Eddie's van, so you might as well just invite yourself in.

As you walked in, your eyes met the back of a leather jacket, Eddie was unaware of your presence as he continued rambling about how much he hated himself for being an illiterate fuck. Robin, on the other hand, saw you— But quickly pretended not to, instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She only had one chance to pull this card.

"Okay, Munson. Let's pretend she is here" Robin called your name and that made you stop your tracks. Were they talking about you? A lump of anxiety started forming on the pit of your stomach. "What would you say to her, if you had the damn ability to talk without sounding like an idiot?" "Well..." Eddie sighed, already feeling his cheeks reddening at the thought of your soft, caring smile, to the sweet sound of your voice. "That I like her, so, so bad. That I can't spend a single fucking day without thinking about her. How much I want to fucking yank her and kiss her every time she places a hand on my arm to ask me how my day was. Fuck, I think I'm in love with her. I wish I could tell her how fucking insane I am about her. I just want to make her happy, dude, but I can seem to form a single damn rational thought whenever I'm with her. I probably sound like an idiot" "Probably?" Steve asked from the kitchen's arch frame. He also failed to notice you. "But how in the hell I'm going to tell her all that?" Eddie gripped the end of his jacket with frustration.

"I think you just did, dumbass" Robin smiled and pointed at your direction with her chin.

Both Eddie and Steve screamed your name; One, by embarrassment of you listening to his literal love confession, and the other one because you saw him wearing a horrible, odd smelling wig.

Since then, you two had been dating. At to say it was practically like touching heaven, was bit of a understatement.

Sharing every little moment with him was absolutely amazing.

As time passed, other things started to happen as well...

It started off slowly, both of you exploring each other's bodies, learning what made you moan, cry, scream his name... Eddie was as fast as he was eager. This boy was utterly starved, and he treated you as his favorite desert, or meal, or drink, or whatever.

Robin and Steve usually bothered him of how much of a whiny bottom he was. If he had to pretend Steve was you to fucking ask you on a date (which was a disaster), how could he even have the balls to dom you when the doors were closed? They learned that under your sweet, caring façade, you were quite bossy.

"Eddie, let's go" You frowned, grabbing his arm. "It's getting late"

"But love" He whined, dragging the pet name. Sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. "I don't wanna go yet"

"I don't care, we have school tomorrow, plus you are driving me home. You're not drinking anymore" Your tone was worried and a tad annoyed, it wasn't your best day either.

"Go with your mommy, Eddiebear" Robin laughed, using the nickname she heard from you to tease him endlessly.

"Or else she will spank you" Steve joined, twisting another beer and throwing the tap around his backyard.

"Fuck you" Eddie groaned and flipped them off.

"Not our job, Eddibear" Robin snapped back and the pair started laughing until it hurt.

Eddie pouted the whole ride, already scheming what he had stored for you. You failed to notice how his eyes looked at you from head to toe, feeling already eager to bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you.

At the end, he couldn't wait either.

He parked the van next to a closed restaurant, closer to the alley where the trash truck drove by. Dragging you to the back of his vehicle and forcing his cock down your throat. He watched how the tears rolled down your cheeks, and how your hand sneaked between your skirt to finger your already wet cunt. Yanking your hair, he slapped your cheeks a few times for good measure.

"Keep your fucking words in line, okay?" He asked and you nodded weakly. Sucking the swollen, leaking tip of his cock.

"Sorry," You apologized, going down to lick and suck on his balls, making him groan in delight.

"What did you say, slut?" Eddie grunted and yanked your hair to rub his dick in your forehead as you choked on his balls, trying to speak. The muffled sound made him moan, close to cumming.

His hand on your hair tightened and Eddie slid his hard, thick cock inside your eager mouth again, fucking your face without any restrain, already knowing how you liked it, how soaked it made you, and of course, how much he loved it.

"F—Fuck" Eddie whined and came all over your face, pleased with your little cry of satisfaction. He watched you lick him clean and use your finger to smear it over your lips, tasting him, moaning in contentment. "Only I can fucking use you like this, did you hear me, princess?"

"Yes, Sir" You smiled and he leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue down your throat. "I love you, Eddie" You moaned against his lips as his free hand came down to pinch your nipples from over your thin tank top.

"I love you, princess" He sighed back, kissing you again.

💌 Bit of a rushed ending? I don't know. Hope you like it! Mwah.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[stars4anakin]

do not avenge me. —⁠ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: when he held your dying body in his arms, you begged him of one thing, do not avenge me.

warnings: major character death, angst, (kind of) secret relationship coming out..haha

pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Gn!Reader

drabble ... MASTERLIST

You felt it coming, you felt his presence. It was dark, he was gone too far.

Maybe if you payed more attention to your own safety rather than Anakin's you wouldn't be on the floor, your head resting in the lap of your husband, tears streaming down your cheeks. God, why were you crying? You were not supposed to be weak.

Your attempt to move only prompted another cry from you, Anakin held you tightly, and his words barely reached you, He was yelling, but the words were distant and fragmented. He was crying, and you desperately wished he wouldn't.

"Stop crying, I'm okay-" you managed to whisper, but it only led him to hush you gently. His voice, despite the pain, was a nice sound, his voice made the pain go away, but you felt it, you were weak but his darkness was not. He felt cold, you felt the anger, the fear he's going to cause in the galaxy. You needed to get up, to reassure him that you were fine, but you couldn't, the pain persisted, relentless, excruciating. god did it hurt.

You turned your head to Obi-Wan, who had a knowing expression. The look he gave you spoke volumes, telling you what you already feared. You were fading away, you're dying.

Turning back to Anakin, you saw tears still streaming down his face. His hand slipped under your back, drawing you closer to his chest, his sobs growing louder, and you realized you couldn't escape the deafening sound. No, it wasn't leaving; it was intensifying, and it felt like it would never end.

"Ani," you choked, "Promise me, do not…" The pain was overwhelming, making it difficult to speak. "Do not avenge me."

There was no verbal response, just a gut-wrenching cry and his hand gripping yours even tighter. You continued, your voice weak, "You are good. Do not let me—don't let take that away from you."

Perhaps that was the moment he truly understood. You knew you were slipping away, but the transition was painless. What hurt more was hearing the distant screams of Anakin, his desperate pleas as you left your Anakin behind, forever.

a/n: djsfkjasenkdjfnjsakdfn Sorry I needed a cry!!

[sugume]

These midterms burnt me out so bad, I can’t even write a sentence 😶

[fruitysnackys]

𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 - 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥

ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼𝕊: 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 ;-;

The smell of sex fills the room as soft music plays in the background. Your face buried in the pillow as you bite down to stop the moans of pleasure from escaping. A gentle hand caressing your head as the other pushes down on your back, keeping you in place.

"You're taking me so well. You're doing so good Love."

He says as he slowly rocks his hips, letting you get used to his size. The stretch hurt but in all the best ways. Your little whimpers muffled by the pillow as you try and relax. After a few minutes you test the waters by gently rocking back against him, the pain overridden by pleasure as your whimpers turn into soft moans. He takes this as a sign to pick up the pace.

"That's it my Love. See how well you're taking me, feels good doesn't it?"

He says with a soft chuckle as the hand that was holding you down moves to hold your waist, using it as leverage to get a nice pace going.

[rinsvg]

Cw: no sorcerer au, high school au, best friend gojo, angst

You were currently walking through the halls of your school in search of a vending machine so you could buy a drink to quench your thirst. When you heard a name, you knew all too well the name of your best friend, Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo, are you sure you're alright with this? I know that she likes you, and I just don't want to hurt her feelings." Rin Akari, a girl from class 1-B who Gojo had a crush on for months now, spoke softly, and by the way she was staring at him, the feelings were obviously recuperated.

"Yeah, we talked about it last week; she knows that my feelings for her are purely platonic, nothing more, nothing less." Gojo spoke in a whisper-like tone while pushing her hair awkwardly behind her ear, since he's never liked a girl to this extreme before.

"Oh, okay, as long as you talked to her about it first, I guess we can start dating now." Rin said this while blushing and moving her hands in an awkward manner.

"Yeah, I guess we can." Gojo followed up with a blush just as bright as hers on his face.

A tear fell down the side of your face as you turned to walk back to class, forgetting all about your troubles and now filled with the start of a relationship that's built on your pain.

You were now walking up to your house; normally, you would walk home with Gojo, but you left as soon as the bell rang, not wanting to be in his presence in case you fell into a tearful mess.

You unlocked the door, and the first thing you heard was your mom calling out to you as you walked into the house and shut the door.

"Hey, how was school?" your mom asked as she pecked around the corner of the kitchen to see you. "It was eventful." You spoke in a hoarse tone from the crying you did earlier and on your walk back from school.

"What do you mean by event?" Your mom continued to ask until she stopped at the site of your flushed face and bloodshot eyes, making it obvious that you've been crying for a long period of time.

"Why were you crying, honey? Are you okay? Did somebody hurt you?" Your mother ranted while dropping everything she was doing to run over to examine you for any injuries.

"No, mom, nobody hurt me; I'm okay; I just want to be left alone for right now." You said this while grabbing your mom's hands to stop her from examining your body. "Okay, are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Your mom questions.

"Yeah, I'm sure I just need to sleep it off, then I will be okay." You nodded your head, trying to get your mom to understand you will be fine, even though you know you're just going to go up there and cry yourself to sleep.

"Okay, then I will tell your dad you're going to be late to come down for dinner, okay, but just know I'm always here to talk when you need me, okay." Your mom spoke one last time before she kissed you on the head and headed back to the kitchen to continue dinner.

"Okay," you softly sighed before you took off your shoes and headed up the stairs to go cry yourself to sleep, just like you planned to do earlier.