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natural devotion

ੈ✩ synopsis: gojo finds you, his ex-wife, in a sketchy dive bar. he almost doesn't recognize you.

ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), previous arranged marriage, ex-husband!gojo, clanleader!gojo, rough bathroom sex, semi-public sex, drunk sex, oral, fingering + penetration, light choking, gojo is.... weird idk how to explain. he's just strange and cold and possessive and so odd

ੈ✩ wc: 3.2k

ੈ✩ a/n: literally nobody asked for this. also it's unedited. sorry

Gojo thinks he sees a ghost when he sees you.

At least, he thinks it’s you.

You don’t see him yet, so he takes the liberty to scan you over more thoroughly. You’re not wearing anything like the simple, modest attire he remembered you donning around his estate. Instead, you’re in a form-fitting crop top and the tiniest mini skirt Gojo has ever seen. He’s not sure if it even classifies as a skirt.

Interesting.

He takes a breath as he sits down next to you, interrupting your conversation with the bartender to offer his card. You turn to look at him and you laugh.

“Put hers on my tab,” Gojo says.

“Always the gentleman.”

“You know I’ll always take care of you. Even if we aren’t married anymore.”

You could scoff at that, but you decide to be polite. He’s as candid as he’s always been. It used to humiliate you, but you aren’t the same docile little wife you used to be. You also realize his gesture could be interpreted as tender, which isn’t something you were ever used to in your marriage.

He was a cold man and it was a marriage of convenience.

Or perhaps he was only cold to you. You would watch how he would interact at social gatherings and clan parties, his charisma infecting entire rooms. Toothy grins that shone as brightly as his hair. Always loud, animated, and magnetic.

To you, he was mostly indifferent.

He was never outwardly mean, but he was constantly occupied with missions. It almost felt as if you weren’t married at all. You enjoyed speaking to him when he was around, though. There were moments when you could almost picture yourself being his friend, but then he would be away and come back cold. 

When you asked for a divorce, he complied without a blink. Even after you were free from becoming an incubator for the Gojo clan’s next heir, something in your chest ached at how easily Gojo signed the papers.

And now, he’s tipsy in a bar with you and more tuned into your presence than ever. When he looks at you, there’s a lingering that you convince yourself you’re hallucinating.

Small talk with him is odd. He’s much more complicated than that, but here you are, discussing trivial things right now. If he’s remarried yet (he hasn’t). If you honed in on your cursed technique (you have).

It’s terribly odd. Like talking to a stranger that you’ve only met in a dream.

“I thought you’d have better taste in bars,” he drawls, sipping a Cosmo. It was annoyingly endearing, the way he wasn’t the kind of man to have a glass of whiskey despite acting like it.

“I could say the same to you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not a regular. This place is full of perverts.”

“Does that include you?”

Gojo grins. “Not like some of these guys. You would’ve gotten roofied if I didn’t sit down. And your outfit certainly isn’t helping.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you scoff.

“It is one. You’re a sight to behold. Never saw you in anything like this when we were married.”

“Your clan would have my head. I assume you would, too,” you mutter. 

His eyes are taking you in, flickering between your face and your body. It would make you uncomfortable if you weren’t already three beers in. 

“I wouldn’t be angry. I just don’t promise that I would’ve kept my hands to myself.”

You stare at him in disbelief.

“I think this is the most forward you’ve ever been to me.”

“You were so timid back then,” he smirks. He places a hand on your knee, his thumb tracing the skin. “Such a nervous little girl. There were times I assumed you were cheating on me, the way you were so rigid with me.”

You remember being obedient and quiet. Perhaps rigid, but you had only followed his lead, pushing yourself away from him just because he was doing it to you first. You know you shouldn’t apologize or feel guilty for your lack of intimacy with him, but the way he teases you makes your face heat up.

“I wouldn’t cheat on you,” you frown.

“Good,” he smiles. It almost seems genuine. “I wouldn’t have let anyone have you, anyway.”

Your eyes widen in slight surprise.

Why did you let me divorce you, then?

His fingers are tracing circles into the skin of your thigh absentmindedly. The flutter in your chest threatens to pull on your lungs when you notice.

“You’re so different now,” he notes.

“Not really.”

“I don’t just mean the way you look, by the way. Your eyes are sharper. Posture better. Not a meek little thing anymore, huh?”

You could flush at how he belittles you, but the praise gets to your head. 

“Huh. You’re the opposite. You look and act the same as when I last saw you.”

He laughs. “I always liked when you talked back, you know. Anyone ever told you can be a bit of a brat?”

You raise a brow. “Yes.”

His breath smells sweet. Tongue like a candy apple from the sugared liquor in his glass, you were sure. You don’t wince when he gets closer to you.

“Yeah? And how do they deal with it?”

You bite the inside of your cheek before entertaining him.

“Everyone’s a little different,” you mumble.

You miss the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. You’re too distracted by the shape of his mouth.

“What do you think I’d do?” Gojo tilts his head as if he’s taunting you.

“I don’t– what?” you stammer. 

“You’re a smart girl. Use your imagination.”

He grins again. Everything about him is sickeningly sweet. It’s not a side of him you’ve ever seen directed at you. There’s almost a fondness there. You would only see it before in rare moments, usually when Gojo was a little drunk. You suppose he could be drunk now and you’re almost grateful despite yourself. He would always get a little handsy, especially if you were dressed up for his clan events. He’d have his hand only on your leg, crawling up the skirt of your dress. During times like those, he felt like a real husband.

They were always such fleeting moments. Even years after the divorce, certain memories could still make you dizzy. 

Your mouth goes dry. You compose yourself. 

“Sorry. I, uh, have to use the bathroom.”

“Gonna use your imagination in there?” Gojo jokes.

“Something like that,” you mutter back, if only to humor him.

You don’t realize the hole you’ve put yourself in once you utter the words. The invitation you’ve given him. Unfortunately, you’re also still reeling from the conversation, so you forget to lock the door of the handicapped bathroom. 

To be fair, Gojo did try to convince himself not to follow you for the entire three minutes you were gone. But he’s never been that good of a man. It was your fault for being so damn tempting in the first place. But he had tried to be good even in the very beginning – he was polite, kept his hands to himself. Bought you anything you wanted. 

He even let you leave him. After seeing you tonight, he now knows it was a grave mistake.

“Satoru.”

“Hey.” 

He closes the door gently and locks it. Leans against the door with his arms crossed as if waiting for you to do a magic trick from the way he’s looking at you expectantly. 

“Why are you–”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want me to follow you,” he tuts. 

Okay. Fine. He had a point.

“This must be exciting for you, yeah? Seeing me lose it over you?”

You can’t form words. Despite the fire in your belly, you aren’t completely sure what his angle is here. He steps forward and backs you into the wall. He could pin you to it, easily.

His hands rest on your thighs, riding up the length of the pathetic excuse you call a skirt. 

“You’re trying to kill me with this,” he huffs. “Just making everything so… difficult.”

He almost sounds disappointed in you. There is a rush of desperation flooding your brain like a knee-jerk reaction. You can feel your heart about to burst.

“Sorry,” you mumble. You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.

“I was really trying to behave, too,” Gojo sighs. “Wouldn’t want to scare my ex-wife away with how much I missed her. Christ.”

“You– what?”

“Yeah, baby. How could I not miss this face?” He strokes your cheek. You’re convinced he’s been possessed by someone else, maybe. Mistaken you for a different stranger.

Your knees are already going weak. He leans in to whisper in your ear. The hand stroking your cheek holds your chin, squishing your face slightly.

“Didn’t you miss me?”

“I… I did,” you whisper.

“Good,” he smiles softly. “I like knowing you still think about me.”

The proximity is driving him insane, but he’s always liked to play with you. Sometimes he would be a little mean on purpose, but never enough to be considered bullying. He just enjoyed watching you squirm back then — it was adorable how dedicated you were to playing the part of a doting wife. He wanted to see you crack, maybe beg for his attention, but you were always too stubborn.

His cock throbs knowing that you’re putty in his hands now. Melting against him, soft and willing like a blooming flower. God, he needs a taste. He nibbles on your earlobe and grins when he feels your breath hitch.

“I kind of wanted to just take you right there on the bar. Let all those creeps see how good I’d fuck you.”

Your eyes flutter rapidly at his words. He has pinned you to the wall now. You’re close enough to feel him press against you, bullet-hard. A little more teasing and he’d pull the trigger. 

He kisses down your neck, mapping it out with his teeth. He’s barely touched you and you feel like an elastic band about to snap.

“S-Satoru–”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You pant lightly. You’re preening into his touch. Lightning makes roots down the center of your spine. You forget what you wanted to say.

“What is it? You want me to take care of you?” He pulls back this time to look you directly in the eyes. His expression softens just a second at the lovestruck look in your eyes. Tender and glistening.

You nod slowly.

“I need your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” your voice shakes. “I want you to take care of me.”

He hums, pleased. The desire in his face is so new to you despite having been his wife. He’d only fucked you once before, on your anniversary. You were too tempting and he, admittedly, was tired of punishing himself by not allowing himself the pleasure of having you.

He could see you now, sprawled on the tatami mat, how you smelled like cherry blossoms. Flashes of images reeling in his mind, every little sound you made. He’d fucked his fist to the memory of it all too often after you left him. 

He felt honored to have the real thing in his hands right now.

He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. You feel blood rush to your ears, the music from the bar muffled. All you could hear were the sound of his grunts, the slickness of his tongue in between your lips. 

He spins you around abruptly, bending you over the sink. Hand on your throat, teeth in the tendon of your shoulder.

“Look at how pretty you are,” he rasps. 

You whimper, feeling his hard cock rut against the curve of your ass. He laughs when he swipes his hand underneath your skirt, the fabric of your underwear already wet. 

You gasp sharply when he eases a finger in without any resistance. He swallows the sounds you make, craning your neck towards his face with his hand while the other works another finger in. Your stomach flips, all boiling heat when he curves his fingers in just the right spot. As if he’d done it a dozen times.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo mumbles. “Getting off to her ex-husband's fingers all the way up in her cunt. In a fucking dive bar bathroom, too.”

When you whine, he only scissors into you harder and laughs. It kills you how much it turns you on, even while knowing he’s being cruel. You would fantasize about it all the time back then. Needed him to make you a real wife so you could forget yourself. You close your eyes, groaning.

“S-Satoru, I–”

“You’re not gonna cum just from that, are you?” You hear a grin in his voice.

“Fuck, please —”

His fingers leave you, making you whine in protest. The sopping mess of your arousal trickles down your inner thighs. 

“Not yet, baby. Want you to cum in my mouth.”

Gojo drops to his knees and flips up your skirt, pulling your soiled underwear down your legs at the same time. You cover your mouth to keep from moaning when you feel his tongue prodding at your cunt. 

“I always regret not tasting you on our anniversary,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “You’re sweeter than I imagined.”

“Imagined?” you squeak out.

“You thought I stopped wanting you just because I signed a piece of paper?”

“I didn’t – oh, fuck —”

You’re distracted by the plunge of his tongue into cunt. He sucks at the hood of your clit and you feel yourself jerk involuntarily. He’s fond of your sensitivity. He used to want to take advantage of it.

You let a particular loud whine and he hums, lapping up every drop of your arousal. He sucks at your clit in earnest while he brings his fingers back to you, immediately reaching for the spot he knows will make you see stars. 

You cum so hard that you nearly bang your head against the sink faucet. Your head is spinning from the impact of it, dizzied on the high that came from a clan head in your cunt. The alcohol wasn’t helping.

He’s quick to get to his feet and kiss you so you can taste yourself. He tugs your hair and you arch for him like a taut bowstring.

“Feel how much I want you, baby?” You can feel his dick against you, something like shame flooding your system at how much of a mess you were. Getting his nice slacks all damp with your slick.

“Please,” you beg. 

He doesn’t think twice once he hears your plea. He unbuckles his belt quickly and slides down his pants. He collects your wetness in between your folds to stroke his dick. 

It feels like he’s gouging your stomach when he fucks into you. Bigger than any man you’ve had, still. Gojo likes that he was your first and he’s decided now that he will be your last.

“Tight,” Gojo mutters. You know it’s a compliment but your face heats up nonetheless. His hand around your throat is only more confirmation of his want. 

He smacks your ass with his other hand, looking down to admire the reddish mark he left. Brute. He grins when you squeeze him tighter after it. He notices your eyes struggling to stay open and gives a particularly hard thrust just to see your jaw go slack. Eyes in half-moons, boiled by the heat of your thumping heart. Blood pumping to every soft spot in your body, your brain.

“Satoru,” you gasp.

“Yeah, baby?”

“F-Feels so…”

You inhale sharply, eyes widening when his hand snakes down to pinch your clit. Your hair’s wrapped his knuckles now. A ribbon around a wedding gift. He liked when you used to wear ribbons around your neck. Liked imagining you all wrapped up for him. 

Satoru was so beautiful when he did anything, but he was angelic when he was fucking you. Cheeks all carmine, mouth wide open. It was something you wanted to get used to.

“You keep clenching, Jesus,” he grunts. Teeth at your nape, at your shoulder. Blue eyes staring at you in the mirror.

“Satoru, I’m close,” you whine.

“Hold it.”

“I– I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. You’re a good girl, even if you are dressed like a little slut.”

You whimper at that, your cunt pulsating at his words. Muscles strung out like a wet rag. You nearly cry when he pulls out of you, manhandling you to turn. He picks you up to set you down on the cold sink counter, the porcelain soothing the bruising on your ass.

He groans as he pumps himself slowly, admiring the way his tip catches on your entrance. You squirm a little, impatient, and he kisses you. It feels invasive, almost, from how rough he plays with you, sucks on your tongue. He takes the opportunity to ram into you, enjoying the way the pitched whine rolling out of your mouth gets tasted by him.

“Missed my cock, didn’t you?” he smirks. “Still the best you’ve ever had, right?”

“Y-Yes,” you sob.

His gut fucking melts.

Your mascara was getting smudged, not smudgy like he’d see in porn, but blending in the rim of your wet eyes. Dew-drop lashes.

“Feels best like this. Wanna see your face when you cum for me,” he pants. 

Your hands are on his shoulders, clinging onto him. He’s so much bigger than you, especially like this — your legs spread, his big hands gripping your thigh hard enough to hurt a little. You moan. Your voice sounds girlier than usual, wounded. You don’t recognize yourself. 

“Oh, it’s too deep—”

“No such thing,” Satoru snickers. “You’re – hah – so good at this. Good girl.”

“S-Satoru, it’s too–”

“You love it. Tell me.”

“F-fuck — I,” – you struggle mindlessly, voice strained – “I love it…”

“I know, baby,” he coos. Kisses your forehead, which is hilariously domestic and gentle considering the mean pace of his hips. 

He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. You’re so fucked out. He’d ask you to take a picture if he wasn’t so focused on making you cum.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he taunts.

“Please, please, please—”

“Okay, honey,” he chuckles. “You can cum now.”

Your moan is louder than expected as your cunt squeezes him impossibly tight. You can feel all the warmth rush out of you. You really are a sight to behold, which is why Satoru cums immediately after you. You feel like you might pass out. 

He kisses you all over your face, mumbling praise as you come back to your body. It’s all most nonsensical, but you swear you hear I love you. Your half-lidded eyes close as he envelops you with his arms, mascara streaking his shoulder.

He opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by a succession of loud knocks.

“Other people need to piss!”

Satoru scoffs, pulling away from you to slide his pants back up and buckle them. He mouths something to you that you don’t understand and leans down to grab your underwear to give to you.

“Just a second!” Satoru yells. “My wife is sick, had a bit too much to drink. Almost done.”

“Wife?” you whisper, bewildered.

Satoru eyes soften in amusement. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

[tarotofhope]

PAC: ♡ Why are you special for your future spouse? ♡

(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)

Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

Pile 1

Cards: Knight of Cups, Empress, 6 of Wands, 3 of Wands, Ace of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, The Fool.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. You are special to your future spouse because you are very adventurous and thrill seeking. You are very jolly, happy go lucky and fun to be around. There's also this part of you which your spouse finds amazing that you don't take things to your heart, you don't get affected by unnecessary bs, but it does not mean that you're not serious. They like how you are a go-getter, extrovert and very driven by your ambitions. You get what you want because you know how to take it. You could also be someone who is famous and popular for their work/career. They might get a bit jealous of this sometimes, that so many people have their eyes on you and that they desire you. It's not toxic, it's just that they love you so much that sometimes they become insecure. They love to go on trips with you, roam around the world. You might be very direct and assertive in your approach. They love how you flirt without even knowing. You might be a bit bossy and dominating but they like that. You know how to take a stand for yourself as well as your spouse. You could even punch somebody in the face if they cross your limits. Your dressing style could be very trendy or fashionable, very vibrant even and they like that. You dress up very boldly, your confidence and larger than life personality gets reflected in your dressing style. You could even wear nice bright or dark lipstick, your make up is on point. There's something so magnetic and bold about your personality even if you're a woman reading this pile, you might come off as having more masculine qualities, or I must say very bold feminine quality. If you're a man, you might be very masculine/sigma male personality and your spouse loves that.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Pile 2

Cards: 4 of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, 6 of Pentacles, The Devil, 10 of Wands, Knight of Wands.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. Your spouse loves how stable and secure you are. You have this way of protecting your loved ones. A happy and financially stable home is all you desire and strive hard for. You are slow and steady but you never rest until you reach your desired goal. You believe in working hard. They like how your heart is so kind and giving. You have a lot of compassion for the unfortunate. You might even do a lot of charity, give alms to the needy, donations, etc.. They love how you're married to your work but that does not make you compromise with your responsibilities at home. You never run away from your responsibilities, infact you might even do other people's work for them, taking more burden on your shoulders, your spouse might worry about your health due to this even if you take a lot of care of your health. They love how you keep your workspace and home always clean and clutter-free. You are a person of high values and good morals and you believe that respect is always earned and not demanded. Your spouse respects you a lot. They like how you always weigh your words before speaking, you don't just blabber anything that comes to your mind. They are also very sure that you would be a great parent and you would instil the same values as yours in your children too. They love your groundedness and practicality. Your beauty has this grace and elegance which they can't help but steal glimpses of, especially when you're looking away. You might wear nude/soft make up which enhances your beauty even more. They believe you look beautiful even without makeup. Your body might be beautifully curvy and your spouse likes that a lot. If you are a male reading this pile, you might have broad shoulders and a very nicely maintained physique.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Pile 3

Cards: 10 of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, Strength, Hierophant, 8 of Swords, 7 of Cups, High Priestess.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. Your spouse thinks you're special because they have received this privilege to be your knight in shining armor. It's not like they're required to save you from your problems. It's just that their role is very important in your life because they come after a huge tower moment in your life(when you come out of a very bad situation). You come off as indecisive and you might have self-limiting beliefs too because of your hardships but they don't judge you because of this. They are coming as a blessing, as a breath of fresh air in your life and they'll also help you heal a lot. They are not here to take advantage of you just because you look vulnerable and helpless to them. They are with you because they see that spark/optimism in you, a desire to live better. They are not here to take from you even though you have a lot to give. You might believe in miracles, you could be religious or spiritual too. You will be beginning a new life with them. One thing is very prominent here, that you look confused and vulnerable to others because of your trauma but in reality, you might be very self aware, intuitive and observant. Your spouse might prefer you as proper husband/wife material. You might not like to wear make-up everyday and you wear it mostly on special occasions only. You might have a beautiful smile but maybe you don't smile much. Your dressing style is also very simple and your spouse admires it very much. Last but not the least, I won't like my audience to have false hope or see through rose colored glasses, if you relate with this pile's message, then I would like to add that, wanting to heal and learning your lesson from your past is of utmost importance, because if you don't, then your intuition, observation skills, self-awareness won't do you any good, you'll look vulnerable to people and they will take advantage of you and the past will keep repeating itself in various different forms. You'll have to make sure that you stand for yourself and create healthy boundaries, then only 'green flag' people will enter into your life.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Pile 4

Cards: 4 of Pentacles, Emperor, 2 of Cups, The Moon, Justice Rev. clarified by Ace of Swords, 9 of Pentacles.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. Your spouse loves how you are so introverted most of the times, very self-aware and self-made. You've come so far on your own. You appear as though you don't talk much but when you get comfortable with someone, you never shut up. You might be very reserved and have very few friends. You might be a hopeless romantic and you might be very serious as far as relationships are concerned. You don't like to play mind games when it comes to relationships. You protect your belongings and loved ones with all your heart. Your spouse loves your simplicity. There is something very particular about your speech. You may have a beautiful voice(it could be your talking or singing voice) or the way you speak really stands out. You may not appear as though you'd speak your heart and mind effortlessly, but you do and they're amazed by it. You're someone for whom home and family values a lot. You have a lot of eccentricity too. The way you walk or the way you talk really stands out to people. You might love to wear a lot of unique or weird accessories and they find it so cool. Your dressing style could be a mix of modern and traditional. You might even look mysterious to your spouse as if you're hiding something or having a lot of secrets but they will find it intriguing and try to solve the mystery you are. You might have good intuition and strong gut feelings, pile 4. Many a times, you're right about a particular upcoming situation or people's true intentions. You're very caring and nurturing too. Your beauty is hard to define, very extra-ordinary. There is one specific thing here, that I'd love to mention, you not only speak your mind but you also speak openly about your past mistakes, guilt and wrong decisions made by you. Without bothering about what others might think of you, you go on speaking fearlessly about your downfalls and bad deeds. See, you're not a brat who just speaks of their mistakes loud in the open and doesn't care about them, instead you're someone who accepts your mistakes. You know you made a mess and so you speak about it because you accept it and you don't want others to fall into the same trap or make similar mistakes. Your spouse loves this so much about you. There is so much balance in your relationship.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Pile 5

Cards: Hermit, King of Cups, King of Swords, Temperance, Magician, Judgement, 5 of Pentacles.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. You spouse loves how you're so balanced. You are a nice blend of emotions and intellect. It could be that you look emotional but you're intellectual and smart too or vice versa. They didn't see this coming when they first met you but when they started to know you, they realised you have many layers to you, everyday there's something new they get to learn about you and they find this very exciting. You're also very stable and you know the value of money and a stable home life because maybe you never got this. You might be very creative and you might have a fair sense of justice and judgement. You might not be religious. Your mindset, your approach towards life might have been majorly moulded by your past bad experiences. It can be so, that your way of seeing things has improved or changed a lot, and people find it very shocking to see such a huge transformation in you. You highly value your peace of mind and you walk away from people who don't value your time and energy. Your spouse will find it very applaudable too. That's why there could be a huge contrast in your personality which I had mentioned in the beginning. A proper balance. Every person you've met might have contrasting opinions about you, somebody will say that you're shy while somebody else might say you're not. You could be an ambivert, pile 5. You're someone who does their own thing. You might wear whatever you like, you don't have a fix structure of things and you don't like others telling you what to do and what not to. Your spouse really appreciates this. You might be very kind and helpful too. I can say that you value the light so much after dealing with the dark and your spouse finds themselves lucky to have you in their life.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Personal heating | B.B

No matter how good a heating can be, it will never be as good as your boyfriend, and there are more than just one way to help you feel better in his embrace.

//Pairing// Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

//Wordcount// 4.889 Words

//Warnings// Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, dom!Bucky, warming feet which leads to sexual content, teasing, begging, praises, dirty talk, fingering (fem!rec), oral (fem!rec), unprotected p in v, bit of aftercare, fluff

//Authors Note// I re-wrote that oneshot after deleting it here. So I hope you all like it.

//Events// Hot Bucky Summer | Week 12 | “What should I wear?", Lingerie, Chastity Belt, Nothing | @buckybarnesevents | Bucky Barnes Bingo | BO23 | U3 | Stay still | @buckybarnesbingo

// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //

Heavy raindrops slowly roll down the window of your apartment — your and Bucky’s apartment. You’re curled up with your boyfriend on the couch, watching the scene from your favorite movie on television. It’s one of the movies that includes the perfect amount of action, fun, and love.

You’re sitting underneath a bunch of blankets, and even though the hearing is on, you still feel a cold shiver running through your body when you move a bit. Sitting between the ends of the couch and Bucky doesn’t help either, and as much as you love his warmth, your feet are still freezing.

Bucky mumbles softly as you move from one position to another to find a comfortable and warmer one. “Sit still, babydoll,” he grumbles, grasping your legs to pull them over his lap. He knows that his touch is helping you calm down. Bucky doesn’t mind you moving, but he knows that you will be annoyed with yourself the more you move and don’t find the comfortable position you’re looking for.

His left hand is moving up your thigh, his metal thumb circling your skin softly. With his long, thick fingers, he is kneeling your thigh softly, causing you to sigh and lean back, finally sitting in a position you like. His other hand slides over your legs, grasping your legs tighter to hold them in place on his lap.

His touch helped you to relax and warm a bit, but your feet are still cold, and you’re pretty sure that you can’t feel them anymore. No blanket and not even Bucky's warmth is helping you to warm them — at least not until an idea comes into your mind that includes your boyfriend and warm feet.

You shift once again, sighing happily when you feel Bucky’s warmth at your feet. The moment they land on the thin fabric that covers Bucky’s cock and thighs, he yelps. “Fuck! Doll, your feet!”

Bucky brings both his hands to your feet, grasping them, but you’re pressing them on his crotch, not too much to hurt him but enough that he decides it’s better he doesn’t try to move them away from his cock. Plus, your feet are already warming up, so that’s definitely a good point.

“Huh?” You ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible, when you giggle and look at Bucky, who breathes heavily and clenches his jaw. “They are under the blanket.”

“No— Yes, but they are freezing, babydoll!” He huffs, seeing you nod with a grin spread on your lips. “You placed them on my cock!”

“I know, but they warm up already, please, Buck,” you beg, pouting. And damn, he can’t help but give in when you look at him with that adorable pout and slight frown on your face. He sighs, nodding and removing his hands from your feet, placing them back on your legs to keep caressing your soft skin there.

Bucky glares at you, and then he chuckles softly. Everyone would back off if he glared at them like that, but you know that Bucky only does that to tease you — to earn a smile or giggle from you. Because he doesn’t look much like a dangerous man when he glares like that, not really, more like a sweet puppy who just wants some cuddles. Plus, he would never hurt you or be mad at you — especially not because of things like that.

You once used all the magnets you found and put them on his left arm, just to see if they would stick, and they did. Your boyfriend wasn’t mad at you, he chuckled, and from there, you sometimes write notes and stick them with a magnet to his arm so he immediately sees them when he gets up. You do it when Bucky comes home from work late and you have to get up early.

“Oke, now pay attention to the television; your feet are warmer now, so there is no need to shift around and make my cock freeze with your cold feet. I love you, babydoll,” he chuckles, getting a soft giggle from you too.

“My personal heating; I love you too, Buck,” you mumble.

Finally, warm and cozy, you focus on the movie. Bucky’s fingers are still drawing small circles on your leg, and you feel the heat rushing to your core. Usually you can cuddle with Bucky for hours and won’t be turned on like that, but you almost clench your thighs together to stop your cunt from dripping. Maybe it’s your feet on his crotch combined with his fingers caressing your leg — whichever reason it is, you crave more of his touch.

“Babydoll.” His tone is warning when he turns his head to face you. His ocean blue eyes darken, and you notice the clenching of his jaw. “Stop that!”

You whine, pouting once again. “But Bucky, I’m not doing any—“ You get interrupted by his hand squeezing your thigh and his raised eyebrows.

“Don’t tempt me, stop that. Immediately!” He says it through gritted teeth. And maybe you would do it, maybe you would listen to him, but not when his touch feels so good, and especially not when his cock is growing underneath the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

You continue moving your toes on his crotch, massaging Bucky’s hardening length with a grin on your lips. “What do you want me to stop with?”

“Moving your to—“ Bucky moans, your toes digging into his cock, and he can’t help but thrust his hips upwards and against your feet. “Fuck, you're making me hard with that. Wiggling your toes to get my attention, huh, babygirl?”

“Sounds like a problem you have in your pants, not me,” you giggle, getting exactly what you want him to do. He growls, frowning at you, before he smirks.

“That’s what you want, getting my cock hard to fuck your already dripping cunt, isn’t it, doll? Yeah, you’re fucking wet for me just because I caressed your skin,” he notices, grinning widening when a soft whine leaves your lips. He knows he is right, he knows you and your body so well, and you know how to get his cock hard and ready for you. 

“W-who said I’m dripping?” You try to make your voice and expression as innocent as possible.

“Please, doll, lemme make you feel good,” he plays along, thrusting upwards once again. You smirk as he shifts and digs his fingers further into the soft skin of your leg. Playing along with you and making you think you’re in charge is his favorite because he knows he’s the one in charge.

“You sound like a sweet little puppy, Buck,” you tease, wiggling your toes on his crotch a bit more. He groans, unsure if it just turns him on beyond belief or if he just wants to show you that he isn’t the puppy you think he is. But it’s definitely both, because you know damn well that he is the one who is in charge and that he makes you feel good in a way only he can.

Bucky guides one of his hands until he reaches your ankles, gripping them and pushing them apart so he can sit between them. He grins at you as he shifts to sit in between your legs, his knees holding your legs apart, and towers over you. His hands are on both sides of your body, his thumbs digging into your skin as he towers over you.

“You’re such a tease, doll,” he groans, his lips crashing on yours. The soft blue in his eyes turned immediately dark, his puppy eyes looking now like the eyes of a hungry predator, ready to pounce itself on its prey.

He lowers his kisses down to your jawline until he reaches your neck, biting and nipping at your sensitive skin. Bucky smiles as moans slip past your lips because of the slight pain mixed with the pleasure he causes with his bites. His hands slide down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants. Bucky pulls them down, together with your panties and reveals your throbbing cunt.

“Someone’s really needy, huh?” You ask with a soft chuckle and run your fingers through his soft brown hair. He looks down at you, narrowing his eyebrows.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head as he moves his hand up your inner thigh until he reaches your already wet pussy. His lips turn into an even wider smile when his fingertips touch your wetness. Bucky moves his thick fingers slowly through your folds until he reaches your entrance. His fingers are covered in your arousal when he lifts them to look at him and give you a look at them as well.

“Who is the needy one, doll? You’re dripping wet and tell me that I’m needy, yeah?” He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his lips, and circles his tongue around his digits, causing you to moan.

“I’m not the one with a hard cock because his girlfriend warmed her feet in her boyfriend's crotch,” you remind him, tightening your grip in his hair when he lowers his hand to your hips again.

“But I didn’t do anything yet, which caused my pussy to be wet like that,” he points out, empathizing the ‘my pussy’ to make it clear it’s his and only his pussy.

“You’re? Prove it, babyboy. Show me what’s yours.” You grin at him. And that’s exactly what he is doing, proving that his pussy belongs to him just like you.

The brown-haired man pushes two of his fingers inside of you, the stretch making you gasp. His fingers are thick, and he doesn’t give you time to adjust before thrusting them in and out of you. With every thrust forward, he pushes deeper into your tight cunt. Your walls clench around his fingers, sucking them deeper in. With your hands still buried in his hair, you pull at them, moaning loudly, trying to ground yourself. Bucky’s enchanted by the scene in front of him, groaning while thrusting his fingers in a steady but fast rhythm into your tight pussy.

The squelching noise of your dripping pussy follows every thrust from him. Bucky loves the sounds that constantly leave your lips. The tip of his fingers massages your sweet spot as he curls his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge. He could look at you the whole day being spread out for him like you’re right now, making you come over his fingers or tongue and enjoy your soft moan and whines when he fucks you hard.

Your boyfriend lowers his head and moves down to kiss your thighs, then back up to your cunt. His tongue darts out, licking through your wet folds. Bucky growls at your sweet taste, sucking your clit between his lips so softly. Your eyes flutter shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. The brown-haired man smirks and groans in response, imagining how much you’re going to squeeze his cock. Squeezing him into your tightness until he comes, sucking him in deeper, and you will take his come like a good girl.

“Bucky, please. Feels so good, need you,” you whine, arching your back and pressing yourself more onto his fingers.

“Don’t dare to come before I allow you to do so. I want to hear that you’re mine and that this pussy belongs to me. Say it. Scream it and then come,” he says, turned on by the surprised expression on your face.

Bucky is always possessive around you, especially during sex. But he never wanted you to scream those words before. He loves when you tell him you’re his, but this turns you on beyond belief, especially because he won’t allow you to come otherwise.

He moves his fingers at a brutal pace inside of you, curling them. Bucky hits your sweet spot a few more times, his tongue joining his fingers inside of you. The coil in your stomach tightens, you know you’re close, almost over the edge.

“Fuck–“ you mumble, throwing your head back. “Please! I’m yours, all yours! Pussy belongs to you, I BELONG TO YOU, please!”

Bucky groans, he feels the way your walls tighten around his fingers and your wetness grows. His rock-hard cock is pressing against the fabric of his boxers, and he feels his weeping tip wetting his boxer briefs already. The coil in your stomach grows with every movement of his fingers and tongue, bringing you so close to the edge that it doesn’t need much more before you chase your orgasm. Bucky chuckles, watching the way you move your hips against his hand and tongue. He slows his fingers down just a bit, smirking at the way you pout and try to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Bucky, please,” you whine, your fingers pulling at his hair and closer to your pussy.

He moves his head a few inches away from your cunt, looking up with his mouth and beard wet from your arousal. Bucky’s tongue darts out, sliding across his lips to lick off your sweet juices. “Come, now! All over my fingers, babydoll.”

Bucky curls his fingers deep in your cunt, massaging your sweet spot and making you come all over his fingers. Bucky presses his mouth between your legs again, taking everything he can get off your pussy. With a loud moan and while you arch your back, you feel the overwhelming sensation rushing through your body. Bucky still moves his fingers, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Bucky, s-so sensitive,” you whimper, trying to get away from him, but he holds you in place.

“I know, but you’re doing so well for me, doll. One more, give me one more, and then I will give you my cock,” he growls, bringing his lips down to your clit again and swirling his tongue around it.

With a nod, you throw your head back into the pillow. Arching your back, you feel your second orgasm build up. Bucky’s tongue combined with his fingers works just so well; he could bring you to the edge with them over and over again if he wanted to.

His fingers are deep inside of you, hitting all the right places. Bucky knows your body better than you know it yourself. He can make you come within a minute, but you can’t complain about it. Even though his fingers feel good, just like his tongue, nothing compares to his thick, large cock.

Your boyfriend's thick fingers move slowly, working you open for his cock. He always makes sure you feel every inch of him, chasing the pleasure you’re asking for. Your pussy clenching around him in the most perfect way, anticipation grows in his lower stomach, and Bucky can’t wait to push his cock into you, feeling your warm, clenching pussy around him.

“Mhhh— so close, aren’t you?” Bucky teases, his thumb replacing his mouth and circling your clit in tight circles. He puts a bit of pressure on it, causing you to almost scream about the sensation.

Your own loud moan interrupts yourself before you can tell him that you’re close to the edge. So close that it only needs his thumb on your clit to bring you over the edge a second time in a row.

Your fingers dig into his hair, trying to ground yourself. Bucky smiles mischievously while he looks at you and then back at his fingers, still pumping in and out of your pussy.

He loves the view of his fingers disappearing inside of you, not as much as the way your pussy looks around his cock, but still good enough. Bucky’s fingers are covered in your arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, letting you feel every inch of his fingers.

Bucky still rubs your clit, it feels already overstimulating, but your soft whines have to turn into a scream before he stops. He just can’t get enough of it, knowing that you’re fucked out but still hungry for more — for his cock. When a scream wrecks through you, he lets go of you, smirking at you.

“Doing so well for me, babydoll. I’m sure the neighbors have heard you, such a good girl. Still hungry for more, huh? Need my cock so badly, don’t you?” He mocks in a playful way, he brings his fingers to his mouth, twirling his tongue around them before he pulls them out and holds them in front of your mouth. “Suck, babydoll.”

You do as you’re told, trying to speak while his fingers are still in your mouth. “I need you inside of me, Bucky, please,” you beg, knowing that he would give you his cock if you begged or not.

“You just had me inside of you, or don’t you think my fingers and tongue count?” He asks, smirking as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “You just sucked them clean, doll.”

You groan, frustrated. Bucky knows exactly what you want — what you need. But your boyfriend enjoys it when you beg for him. Or the way you look at him with your widened eyes, lips parted but too shy to ask directly for his cock.

“Bucky-“ you try again, hoping he will just push his boxer briefs down and place himself between your spread but legs. But the brown-haired man wouldn’t be the one he is, wouldn’t he tease you a bit more.

“Tell me what you want, say it, babydoll,” he smirks, leaning back to get rid of the fabric of his boxers. Your eyes roam over his face and down to his chest until you reach his trained abs. The moment he pushes the fabric down, his weeping cock springs free, slapping against his stomach.

But he isn’t the only one who can tease; you sit up slightly, stripping as slowly as possible out of your shirt. Bucky stares at you, his eyes focused on your chest, and he groans when you lean back the moment he reaches out to grasp your tits.

“Do you need help?” He asks with an almost pleading look, wanting to touch you so badly, but you shake your head.

“Be a good boy and take your hands away; instead of touching me, you could get rid of your shirt and the blankets,” you say, narrowing your eyebrows.

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully, pouting at you, but does as he is told. He takes off his clothes completely and places them with the blanket on the ground, then he grasps your ankles and pulls you closer, sitting in between your legs. Bucky licks his lips, grasping his cock and sliding the tip through your wet folds, groaning deep in his throat.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Your boyfriend asks, slapping his cock against your sensitive bundle of nerves and causing a jolt through your body.

“You’re such a tease, so give me your cock already, or I’m going to take it,” you mumble, smiling as innocently as you can at the brown-haired one.

He grins, his hands grasping your waist, and he turns you around in one smooth movement. You’re now on your hands and knees, ass rubbing over Bucky’s cock. Your boyfriend takes his cock, lining himself up. His soft, leaning tip rubs over your entrance, and Bucky covers his cock in your arousal before slowly pushing into you.

“You take what you want if I don't give it to you?” He whispers into your ear, and as you try to nod, he pushes his thick cock inside of you with one hard thrust, causing you to gasp. Your fingers are digging into the fabric of the couch as you feel every inch of him deep in your tight cunt.

Bucky holds you tightly by your hips, giving you a moment to adjust to his size and himself to get used to the squeezing of your cunt so he won’t come like a teenager. “Fuck, you always feel so perfect, so fucking tight for me,” he mumbles, inhaling deeply.

After a moment, he starts thrusting his hips slowly, leaning down to kiss your shoulders and neck. Bucky’s hands slide up and down your sides, chasing goosebumps all over your body, and you shiver slightly underneath his soft touch. Bucky pulls completely out of you before pushing back into you, staying there for a moment before doing the same again.

You moan softly, sucking his cock deeper into your tightness, but you want more. You need Bucky to be rough and fuck you instead of being soft and careful. You need your boyfriend to fuck you hard.

“You’re doing so well for me, babyboy. Such a sweet and shy puppy for me, huh?” you ask in a teasing voice. A big smirk spreads across your lips, and he growls behind you — exactly where you want him to be, rough and dominating.

“Don’t push the limits, doll,” he says through gritted teeth, sliding his hands around your body to cup your breast on his big palms and roll your nipples.

“Buck, baby, you can be honest and say that you’re such a sweet sub for me. Thrusting into me so softly and shyly, it’s oke, I’m gonna take care of you when you’re cute cock is all sensitive,” you giggle, moaning when his grip around your hips tightens. He no longer rolls your nipples between his digits, Bucky pinches them now, earning one whimper after another.

“I’m only soft because I love you. But you know damn well that I can be rough when you push my limits, babydoll,” he growls darkly, a soft smirk tugging at his lips, and he snaps his hips into yours, his balls slapping against your cunt. Your arousal is already flowing down his large balls, causing a wet sound whenever they hit your pussy.

The words you want to say stick in your throat the moment he speeds up his pace. Bucky growls, his grip tightens, and he fucks into you with fast and brutal thrusts, chuckling at the way the cries leave your parted lips.

“That’s what you need, doll? Need me to be rough with you. Yes, that’s what you need. Doing so well for me, look at my pussy, squeezing me so damn well,” Bucky breathes out heavily, grinding against you.

You arch your back, pressing more against him, and try to catch his movements to get more of him. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every one of his movements, causing the pleasure in your stomach to grow once again. “F-fuck, Buc!”

“Can’t even use your words anymore? Already fucked dumb by me, doll? Did I fuck you so well that everything in your mind is my dick inside your tight pussy?” He mocks in a playful way, enjoying the way your pussy hugs his length even tighter at his words.

Bucky loves teasing you, the way you’re whining and trying to argue but he just makes you forget all the words you would like to say. The way you’re gripping the fabric of the couch or the way you press yourself more against him — quietly asking him for more — makes him go feral every time.

Your boyfriend slides his metal arm over your back until he reaches your neck. He then wraps his hand around your throat, making you gasp. The cold metal is a hard contrast to your heated skin and lets you shiver. Bucky pulls you up with him, his hand holding your throat tight but not choking you. Your back is pressed against his muscular chest, feeling every muscle when he pushes his cock deeper into you.

And wouldn’t your cunt be completely throbbing already, it would be by now, because his hand around your throat gets that effect all the time — and Bucky’s knows how much it turns you one, being fucked by him with his hand holding you around your throat tightly.

The new angle makes it possible for him to thrust even deeper, you both are moaning when he hits your sweet spot, and it causes your walls to squeeze his twitching cock. Your pussy is still sensitive because of the orgasm before, so you feel every bit of his cock even more intensely, every inch, and even his vein when his cock strokes your pulsating walls.

“Bucky, pl-please, so close,” you whine, sneaking your hands to your breasts to play with them. Bucky groans, his lips trailing up and down your neck. Watching you play with your tits like that causes his cock to twitch once again.

“Hold it. You’re so perfectly warm and tight, babydoll,” he moans, his teeth grazing over your soft skin. He then sinks them into your soft flesh, biting into your neck. You want to complain that he doesn’t let you come, but your body’s response to his words is just another tight squeezing of your cunt. Bucky curses under his breath. “Fuck, if your pussy is continuing to cling to my cock like that, it’s hard not to come.”

He pulls you closer, his hot breath wandering over your neck. He once again kisses your shoulder and up to your jawline. Then he pulls out of you with a gasp, leaving you desperate and empty. Bucky chuckles, already knowing that you want to complain that he doesn’t let you come and that he should better make you come or else you’re going to use a toy — which isn’t even half as good as Bucky.

“I— BUCKY!” You groan, but you get interrupted when he grasps your waist and turns you around. He easily does that, placing you on your back and sitting in between your legs, looking down at you. His tongue slides across his lips, wetting them as he pushes back into you.

“I wanna look into your pretty face when you fall apart for me, on my cock,” he says softly, using his metal hand to wipe a strand of your hair behind your ear and place the hand back at your throat. He leans down and kisses you, his cock deep inside your tight channel.

Your boyfriend doesn’t try to be soft right now, you would only tease him, so he immediately fucks you like a wild animal. His cock is being pushed as deep as possible into you. Your fingers wrap around his metal arm. Moans and whines leave your lips while Bucky brings you closer to your orgasm.

“Don’t you dare to stay quiet when you come, I want to hear you. Understood, pretty girl?” You nod at his question. Bucky grasps both of your legs — one after the other — to place them against his broad shoulders. He is now hitting an even deeper point inside you.

His fleshy hand snakes down your stomach to play with your clit, causing you to yell at the sensation. Bucky rubs tight circles on it, causing you to throw your head back and your hands to hold his other hand even tighter, trying to ground you as best as you can while your boyfriend fucks you like he turned into an animal.

The coil in your stomach tightens with every hard movement, his cock hitting your cervix over and over again until you almost scream his name from the feeling of your orgasm crashing into you. Your pussy is gripping Bucky’s length so hard that he can barely move.

His name leaves your lips as moans and whimpers when he doesn’t stop moving. Bucky is so close to his orgasm, but you feel so good, he can’t stop himself any longer. “Ca-can I come? Please?”

You nod your head, bringing one of your hands to his face and cupping his cheek, stroking with your thumb over his lips. Bucky gasps, his thrusts become sloppier, and he comes deep inside your pussy. His come shoots into you, filling you up, and Bucky slows his hips, riding out his orgasm. After he stops his hips, your boyfriend still stays buried deep inside of you, not wanting to move his cock out of you.

“I love when you scream my name, babydoll, he admits, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“I love when you get turned on when I warm my feet on your dick,” you giggle, and grasp his metal hand to press a kiss to his palm. Bucky smirks softly, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and letting himself fall down on top of you.

“No, you moved your toes, that’s like a massage for my dick! And that’s just because you wanted me to fuck you because you were turned on by me storming your leg,” Bucky chuckles, kissing his way from your lips to your forehead before he kisses you deeply once again. “How about we get a warm bath for my needy, pretty girl — you, babydoll —  and I will join you in the bathtub?”

You groan frustratedly and nod, kissing him back. He is right, he turned you on because he caressed the soft skin of your legs. But who can blame you when you have such a handsome and lovely boyfriend? Every girl — every woman — would be needy when he just touches them. But luckily, that man is yours; his heart belongs to you; he belongs to you, just like you belong to him, to your Bucky.

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a trip down nostalgia lane - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smut Charles surprises you, wearing one of his old Sauber racing suits word count: 2160+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

In the heart of Monaco, where the Mediterranean waves dance under the golden sun, you find yourself in the opulent home of your boyfriend, Charles Leclerc. The air is infused with the upcoming Grand Prix, and Charles seems particularly eager.

As you lounged on the sun-drenched terrace, Charles suddenly excused himself, disappearing behind the bedroom door with a cryptic smile. Your curiosity piques, and you wait patiently, wondering what surprise he has in store for you.

Minutes pass, each one tinged with anticipation, until finally, the bedroom door creakes open, and there stands Charles, his frame adorned in his old Sauber racing suit. 

"Charles, what's this?" You ask, your voice a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

Charles grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I want to take you on a journey through my racing history," he says, his voice filled with nostalgia.

As you lay eyes on Charles clad in his Sauber racing suit, a rush of memories floods your mind, transporting you back to the first time you saw him dressed in the exact same attire. It was years ago, yet the sight before you feels as fresh and exhilarating as it did back then.

You can't help but admire the complete ensemble that Charles has put together. Along with his Sauber racing suit, he wears his signature cap, adding a touch of authenticity to his look. But it is the addition of the newer, white shoes from his special Monaco suit last year that catches your attention.

The contrast between the vintage racing suit and the modern footwear seems to symbolize Charles' journey through the world of motorsport.

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the sight of him, his form accentuated by the snug fit of his suit. Every contour of his body seems to have been sculpted by years of racing, his physique having matured and grown stronger over time.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you feel a surge of admiration and desire wash over her. Despite the passing years, Charles retained the same magnetic charm and allure that have drawn you to him from the very beginning.

Charles strikes a pose, his hands on his hips, unconsciously flexing his muscles, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "How do I look?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Caught off guard by his sudden display, you can't help but blush slightly at the sight before you. Despite the passing years, Charles still exudes a youthful charm and confidence that never fails to captivate you.

"You look..." You begin, your words trailing off as you search for the right response. "Well, you're a little older," you finally admit with a playful smile, mirroring him, teasing him gently.

Charles giggles, a hearty sound that fills the room with warmth. "Older, but wiser," he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And still capable of stealing hearts, I hope."

As you approach him, your movements deliberate and filled with a sense of longing, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. With a gentle touch, you reach out to his firm chest, your fingertips grazing the smooth fabric of his racing suit.

"I still remember the first time I saw you in this suit." You say, your voice trailing off into the distance.

You reminisce about the first time you saw him in this suit, and a wave of nostalgia washes over you. Recalling the way he looked—so striking and handsome, the fabric of the suit clinging to his skin like a second layer of armor—you close your eyes. It was the sight that took your breath away then, just as it does now.

The memory is etched vividly in her mind: the anticipation building as Charles prepared for the race, the air thick with excitement and adrenaline. And then, as he unzipped the suit to reveal the fireproofs underneath, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Mhmmm." Charles purrs contendly as you trace patterns across his upper body, reveling in the sensation of the fabric beneath your fingers. Each contour and curve seems to tell a story of the races he won, the challenges he faced, and the victories he celebrated.

"You always look so beautiful." You murmur.

As you linger in each other's embrace, you revel in the familiar scent you know all too well—a unique blend of cologne, sweat, and the unmistakable essence of Charles himself.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in deeply, allowing the intoxicating aroma to fill your senses.

"So good." You purr now, opening your eyes to see him smiling warmly.

The heat of his body radiates through his clothes, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and desire. It is the sensation you have grown accustomed to over the years, yet it never fails to ignite a spark of passion within you.

"Thank you." He licks his lips, his eyes glued to yours. "I hoped you'd like it."

Feeling Charles melt into your touch, your strokes become more deliberate, more exploratory. You feel a sense of satisfaction as you elicit low rumbles from his throat, a sound that stirs something deep within you.

In response to his growing desire, Charles places a hand firmly on your hips, pulling you closer.

With his embrace anchoring you in a world of warmth and desire, you let your hands roam freely across his upper body, savoring the sensation of his firm muscles beneath your fingertips. You trace the contours of his biceps, feeling the strength and power coiled within them.

Charles gaze now follows every move of your hand, reveling in the sensation your strokes, your touch inflict on his body. 

"So good." He lets out a low, deep sigh, and his accent is coming through fully. His voice is laced with desire, and his body is longing for your touch.

But it is when your hands reach his tummy that you feel a surge of affection welling up within you. You stroke him gently, tracing invisible patterns across the sleek racing suit, a sign of intimacy and love.

As you look up into Charles's eyes, you see a flicker of vulnerability mingled with pure desire.

"It seems like this suit is a little tighter than I remember." You tease, your fingers tracing the letters of his name printed just above the waistline.

Charles chuckles as he looks down at himself, his hand following yours in a playful gesture. 

"Well, you know, I guess I've bulked up a bit," he replies, a hint of pride in his voice.

You grin, enjoying how firm and tight his muscles feel now, and through the fabric of his racing suit, it is even more exciting. 

"I must say, it suits you," you tease, unable to resist a playful wink.

His smile widens, his gaze meets yours with warmth and affection. 

"It's just a sign that I'm getting better with age, don't you think?"

You grin as you lean in closer to him. "Absolutely," you agree, and run a hand across his chest to his neck.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you trace your hand across Charles's chest, feeling the firm contours beneath the fabric of his tight racing suit.

You reach for the collar, your fingers lingering teasingly on the zipper, as you look up at him, a playful smile dances on her lips.

"I should check if that's true, eh?" You tease, and he places his own hands on his chest, unconsciously stroking himself once, then twice, while you play with the zipper.

"It's all yours." He shrugs lazily, inviting you to explore his body further.

But as you slowly begin to unzip his suit, he draws a deep breath. Anticipation and desire evident in his eyes. With each inch of exposed skin, his breath hitches, his chest rising and falling with every beat of his heart.

To your surprise, instead of revealing the fireproofs you expected, the zipper exposes Charles's bare skin underneath. You gasp softly, your fingers grazing the warmth of his flesh as you look up at him in astonishment.

He runs a hand along his cheek, feeling his skin heat up as he blushes slightly.

"Oh, are you surprised?" He shakes his head slowly, his voice slightly huskier than before.

As your hand slips inside his suit, the warmth of his skin sends shivers down your spine.

"I love this even more." You lean in and stroke his chest with gentle caresses, each touch eliciting soft groans of pleasure from Charles's lips.

You lean in to kiss him right when he lets out a low moan, so he breathes into you, giving you goosebumps. Your lips meet in a tender embrace, and you savor the softness of his kiss, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

Charles's lips are gentle against yours, his stubble tickling you ever so slightly as you move in perfect harmony.

He relishes the intimacy of your kiss, and you feel him draw closer, his desire evident in every movement. You sense the heat radiating from his body, the tension building between you as your passion ignites like a flame.

With each moment that passes, the fabric of Charles's racing suit seems to cling tighter to his body, accentuating every contour and curve. 

Feeling the intensity of his longing, you respond in kind, your own desire matching his with equal fervor. 

"Yes." He breathes deeply, grinding his hips against yours, his passion bulging inside his now even tighter suit.

Gasping for a second, you keep on stroking his chest underneath his suit and let your other hand run down right between the two of you.

You begin to trace the outlines of Charles's desire through his snug racing suit, and feel a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. With each touch, you sense the heat intensifying.

Your fingers dance across the fabric, following the tangible contours of his from with delicate precision. Every curve and ridge seems to pulse with the intensity of his lust, a subtle invitation for you to explore further.

Charles's reactions are immeasurable; his breath hitching in response to your touch. You feel the rhythm of his heartbeat quicken beneath your fingertips.

Just then, expose his chest even more with both of your hands to place kisses along an invisible line. 

Starting by his lips, you press your own against his with a tender urgency, savoring the warmth and softness of his kiss.

As you move further down, your lips trail a path of fiery kisses across his jawline and down his neck, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Charles's lips. Each moan longs for so much more.

Continuing your journey, you place feather-light kisses along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your lips. With each kiss, you revel in the sensation of his skin against yours.

Finally, your lips reach his tummy, and you press a series of gentle kisses against the soft skin, feeling the muscles beneath tense with anticipation.

But then you stop.

You regain your composure, meeting his gaze once again. 

He smirks and tilts his head slightly before stroking his chest subconsciously.

"That feels so good." He lets out a low groan when you place a hand at his member, tenting visibly inside the bottom half of the suit.

In rhythmic motions, you move your hand along his ever-growing length, eliciting more and more moans deep from within his throat.

His response is immediate once more. He leans his head back, letting out a long groan. Charles is already edging from all that teasing, your gentle strokes, passionate kisses, and his desire burning inside his chest.

With a few more strokes, he can't help but release himself, his body melting into your touch.

"Fuck." His body twitches slightly as he revels in this sensational feeling. "So good." Charles sighs deeply, and you start to stroke his tummy, as if to praise him.

He starts to giggle, letting out a deep breath inbetween. His entire body is giving in to yours, and you steady him, smiling to yourself. Then, he regains his composure as well, and straightens his shoulders.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You tease, and stroke his pecs again, focusing on his hard nipples.

"Oh, I am." Charles nods, and you share a giggle.

Then, after stroking him lovingly once more, you pull the zipper up, and he growls deeply. He then, pulls you closer, looking for your embrace.

Feeling his arms wrap around you, your heart overflows with love and gratitude. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent and savoring its comforting taste.

With a soft smile, you pull back slightly from your embrace, looking up at Charles with affection. "It was so good seeing you in that suit again," you say, your voice laced with love. "You look absolutely amazing, just like the first time I saw you on the racetrack."

[eelnoise]

incandesce

zoro x afab!reader an: just some lovesick drabble because im weak in the knees for my big stinky boy. he's so cute and i wanna just snuggle w him so bad 🥺 cw: fluff :) wc: 1.1k @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath

The flash of the morning sun hits Zoro’s face like a white-hot light as he descends from the crow’s nest, freshly exhausted from training. Squinting in the daylight, he looks upon the deck below as it comes into clearer view – silhouettes of the crew fade into focus, and quickly does he scan the scene for a brief headcount. A slight warmth fills his chest, and not from the tide of day washing over the ship.

You’re not among them. You’re still asleep.

Zoro’s boots hit the deck with an audible thud, and heads turn to greet him. He offers a sleepy ‘good morning’ nod before heading right in the direction of the women’s quarters. No one stops him, nor are any words exchanged. They all know where he’s headed, just as they know why you tend to sleep in.

It isn’t often that he gets this opportunity – to join you for a nap. Most days he retires from the watch far earlier than any of the women awake, sometimes avoiding his own bed all together and simply napping in the nest. The odds are in his favor this time, and he means to take full advantage of the very limited time he can have with you. Only you.

No sooner does he creak the wooden door open that his heart skips a beat beneath his ribs. You’re there, just as he hoped you would be, softly snoozing beneath the sheets. Your hair is folded wildly about your face and the pillow beneath your head, and your lips are slightly parted with just a speck of drool glistening down your chin. Zoro can’t help but find you endearing, and seeing you in a deep, restful sleep does something to soften his stoicism. 

He almost can’t bring himself to wake you, as the sudden shift on the mattress always causes you to stir – though you’re never soured by it. Never once do you make him feel unwanted or loathsome, always welcoming into your arms or by your side when he needs you most.

And, while not the most affectionate man, Zoro relishes in the love you give him. The good-willed and honest devotion that you deem him worthy enough to receive makes his head spin. Somehow you had latched onto his sin-soaked soul, cleansing it in your soft, practiced hands and invigorating him in ways long forgotten.

Memories that ache - that wear him down with the weight of the past, present and beyond - they all seem to slip away when he’s next to you. You’re his anchor, reeling him back from the somber reverie that so frequently plays in his mind. A light that burns bright even in the darkest of places, and somehow he always finds his way back to you. Zoro knows that real worth is wordless, actions speaking emphatically over all else.

And you show him that worth.

His worth.

Zoro kicks off his boots, practically tiptoeing his way around the bed to it’s open side – and though he knows it’s fruitless, he does make an attempt to slide in next to you as carefully as he can manage to. And you stir – as if right on cue, the sudden weight pressing into the mattress that rolls you against his chest. 

A sleepy hum of acknowledgement befalls your lips, a small - yet simple - gesture of welcome to the man now aside you.

A hint of a smile etches into the cooks of his mouth as he returns the gesture with a hum of his own before curling his arm around your middle and burying his face into your hair and breathing in deeply. Your body is warm to the touch, and with it comes elation. Oftentimes he appreciates that you had cast the first stone, releasing him from the nigh-torturous, unknown feelings that he couldn’t possibly have navigated alone.

Zoro clings to you, as if magnetically attached around your body. His thumb drags along your tummy, up and down in a soothing yet natural response to being with you. He murmurs a throaty “Good mornin’” against your ear that makes you shiver with longing. Far too little do you get to indulge in his embrace, and though you’re not as tired as he is, you aim to enjoy the time regardless.

“Morning,” You reply, twisting your head just enough to see him and allowing your hand to fall atop his and entwining your fingers together. “How was watch?”

“Same as ever.” He whispers into you, feeling that familiar tranquil serenity blossoming within him. Zoro squeezes your body against him and moves some of your hair out of your face to place a series of pecks to your cheek before trailing up to give you a soft, tender kiss to your lips. 

It hadn’t been easy, learning to love – but with you there, ready and willing to guide him at his chosen pace the whole way through his strained emotions. Not once in his life did he expect to feel this way, a man of action and ruthlessly devoted to his dream and to his course upon it. Zoro once saw life as just that – his own. A narrow pathway in hindsight, one fit enough for just himself at the end of all things.

Though now, the path had forked, widened, and along it do you walk beside him. Every decision, every step, every pinch of ash left in his wake has your name written upon it in dark, permanent ink. Zoro thinks with you in mind, acts with your face at the very forefront of his synapses. He’s grown to adore you, both body and soul.

Part of it terrifies him still. The thought of losing something more precious than words can explain dives deep into his core. In love, there is fear. Fear of loss, fear of weakness in life’s most pivotal moments, fear of losing one's sense of perception. 

Though, there’s also hope. Hope and happiness and support and all else that comes with devoting your very essence to another. Seeing you smile or laugh brings him a peace that borders on inexplicable. The feeling of your hand on his bids him well wishes, each kiss a reminder of sanctuary. Every tangle between the sheets when he makes love to you renders him spellbound - the saccharine, honeyed taste of your skin on his tongue mixed in with those sighs and coos of pleasure that only he can hear, a song that only he can make you belt, it makes Zoro’s head spin with just the thought.

To Zoro, you’re beyond compare. No single person in his life comes even toe-to-toe with you, and as you snuggle against him, he allows himself to feel vulnerable. You’re his safehaven, a blessing in disguise that nabs him by the heart and never fails to lull him into a rejuvenating respite. 

You’re home.

You’re his.

[catssluvr]

Hello I’m not sure where you wanted requests at so I’m Just going to do it here! Can you write a fic where reader is secretly in love w Emily and one day decides to wear a more revealing outfit (maybe like tighter to show off curves?) and notices that Emily is looking at her more often and when Emily confesses her feelings to reader, reader feels like she only did it for her body because r has been used for her body before and then Emily like states all the cute things r does and why she fell in love with her. Sorry it’s not very detailed or doesn’t make sense😓

tysm for requesting luv 💌 i added a few things, hope that's okay!! sorry for taking a bit <3

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, emily prentiss

emily prentiss x fem!reader

emily confesses to you on a night out and what you believe to be the reason behind it makes you insecure.

warnings: insecurities, jealously, derek being flirty asf (platonically <3)

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You take one last glance at yourself on the reflection of the car window. A black mini skirt that feels like it barely covers your thighs, tight burgundy cap sleeved top with a low cut and a bit more of makeup than usual. It's a bit more extra than what you're used to. After all, you work at the bau so the usual is either a suit or jeans and a sweater.

You can't help but feel a bit reluctant now that you're standing right outside the bar. You feel pretty, it's definitely nice to dress up once in a while. But in the back of your mind, you know you also want Emily to think you look pretty. The choice of color of your top might have been because you know it's one of her favorites.

You've had a little crush on her ever since she joined the team. Which was a good while ago so you don't think you can really consider it just a little crush anymore. You catch yourself looking at her way more than you'd like to admit. It's really hard not to look when she always looks so good.

But it's just a night out after all, everyone is going to be dressed up. You don't expect anything to happen, just to have enough drinks to make you tipsy but not too drunk because unfortunately work calls for you in the morning.

With a breathy sigh, you push the door open. Your gaze catches them immediately, sitting in a table in the middle of the bar with drinks in hand. Emily sees you first, waving you over to them.

"Hi! Oh- you look amazing, angel!" Penelope is the first one to throw a compliment that comes with a bright smile.

"Yeah, i really love your shirt. Nice color." JJ adds teasingly. She's known about your feelings for Emily for as long as they exist. And she obviously doesn't miss one single opportunity to tease you about it.

"Thank you, guys." You take the empty seat between Pen and Emily, your cheeks turning pink once you feel the raven haired eyeing you.

"You should wear that color more often, JJ is right." Emily states, only loud enough for you to hear while the other two girls start chattering about something you can't quite focus on. Not when she's leaning slightly towards you so you can hear properly over the music, the only thing you can actually focus on is her lips that are covered in pink lipstick.

"Oh- Thank you, Em-" Before you can say anything else, or better, stutter out something else, you're interrupted by Derek.

"Well hello, hot stuff." He hands you on of the two drinks on his hands, playfully checking you out. "Looking good today, uh?" He chuckles, pulling a nearby chair and squeezing between you and Emily. You almost scowl at him for interrupting whatever was happening before.

"Yeah, don't get too excited." You play along, not the slightest bit surprised by his flirty antics. You fail to notice the way Emily's shoulders slump at the interaction.

"Can't help it, pretty girls are like magnets to me." You roll your eyes but chuckle once again, he does have quite a way to cheer people up.

Conversation and laughter fill the table soon after, all of you enjoying the rare night out. After all, it's not all the time you get to all be together to talk about something that isn't work.

You notice Emily seems awfully quiet today, barely exchanging words with anyone after your conversation was interrupted by Derek, keeping herself busy with the drink in her hands. You try to gather the courage to small talk with her, but everytime you glance at her, she's in fact already looking at you. And you can't help but feel too embarrassed to actually say anything. Besides, with Morgan sitting between you two you can't really talk to her without getting teased in a not so merciful way. He's also very aware of your pining over eachother. You're pretty sure everyone's aware of it by now. Only making it worse for your embarrassment.

"So, does the pretty girl dance?" Derek asks once he notices you're done with your drink

"Don't you have like loads of other girls in this bar for that?" You retort. You don't exactly feel nice for wanting to dismiss him somewhere so you can talk to Emily, but you really are starting to get worried.

"Sure, but i have the prettiest one of them right here." He insists, not resisting to laugh at his own horrible attempt to fake flirt. You sense he's got something up his sleeve but decide not to question it.

You look at her once more, frowning at the way she looks at the glass in front her, not acknowledging your gaze this time.

"Sure." You sigh, giving in rather quickly. You just didn't want to have the face the awkward silence that would settle between you and Emily if he left. Worst part is you don't have a clue to why she would be upset.

Derek drags you away from the table as soon as the answer leaves your lips. He twirls you once you reach where there's other people dancing, a surprised gasp leaving you before you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Meanwhile Emily sits at the table with an almost sad frown on her face. This was supposed to be the day she was going to confess her feelings to you, but Derek was rather quick to ruin it. She doesn't remember how long she's been waiting to do it. And now she's pretty sure she's closer to losing her chance with you. You're perfect, it's just a matter of time until someone else realizes it and steals away her chance.

She watched the way he holds your waist and can't help but feel jealous, wishing it was her in his place. Emily knows you're merely friends but she envies the way he can flirt with you so easily without turning into an absolute mess. The most she got herself to do was compliment the color of your shirt. It's not usual to see you dressed up and she wish she could have the courage to tell you how pretty she thinks you look. Not just today, but every other day.

"You're drooling." JJ chuckles but only receives a cold glare in return. Emily can't actually focus on how pretty you look when there's someone else touching your waist and dancing with you. She is looking, nevertheless.

"You know he's doing it on purpose, right?" JJ asks with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Emily finally looks at the blonde girl beside her.

"He's just flirting with her to get on your nerves. Thought you were a good profiler, Em."

"Why would he do that?" The raven haired asks with furrowed brows.

"Maybe cause you're both idiots who don't realize you're in love with eachother. Jesus, everyone else knows but you at the point." JJ answers easily, as if she'd been wanting to say it for a while.

"I know i do, it's not a secret. But i'm pretty sure she's not interested, she would've say something if she was. If anything, she thinks i'm creep for looking so much tonight." Emily gulps down her drink, trying to act the least bothered possible. She is in fact very bothered, it's eating her up that she hasn't had the courage to approach you the whole night.

"It's not like you say anything either." She retorts before adding, "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to try asking her out."

Emily hums in response, not really sure what to think of JJ's suggestion. It is true that she can't be sure about your feelings towards you, but she doesn't think she can be more obvious with her own feelings.

Then again, she could at least try for once before it gets too late. Just maybe not tonight, she thinks as she sees you now sitting by the stools drowning down the second shot with Penelope.

She gives you and Garcia a ride home later that night. Occasionally looking over at you in the passenger seat, deciding what would be the best way to ask you out. It can't get past tomorrow, that's the only thing she's sure about.

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you reach for some paper towel, cleaning the spilled coffee on the counter. Everything seems to be going incredibly bad today. You woke up with a bigger hungover than you had intended to, resulting in a bad mood that worsened once you started thinking about the previous night.

You don't mind Emily looking at you. In fact, you wish she would look only at you forever. The biggest highlight of the whole night was probably when she told you about how good you look in red. You had flushed red quite a few times once you realized she had her eyes on you for most of the night.

But overthinking got the best of you, as usual. It started to feel weird that she would look at you specifically yesterday, the day you decided to dress up. You know it's bad to jump into conclusions, but it's the only thing you can think about. Your stomach turns at the thought of it, disappointment creeping over you. Why wouldn't she want to look at you in any other day?

"Hey, everything okay?" Emily walks into the kitchenet with a small smile on her.

"Yeah. Just spilled some coffee, Em." You murmur, avoiding her gaze at any cost. You move to leave but she's quicker to speak up.

"Do you- i was hoping to ask you something." She says, fingers nervously fidgeting with her blazer.

"Sure, what is it?" You turn back to her, trying to hold yourself together.

"Would you like go grab some food after work?" She asks tentatively.

Your stomach drops, a million of thoughts running through your head. You want to say yes, desperately. But you don't want to end up getting hurt either.

"As a date." She adds quickly. It doesn't help at all that she's looking at you so hopefully.

"I like you, i really do. But maybe it's not a great idea. I mean, i know i usually don't wear clothes like that but i wasn't expecting you to be interested in me just because of it and-" You stop yourself from rambling on.

"What? That's not why i'm asking you out." Emily looks more confused than ever, mouth open in surprise.

"You don't have to say that." You mumble, growing nervous under her gaze.

"It's the truth. I'm asking you out because i've been in love with you pretty much since the day i started working at the bau." She admits, way more straight forward than intended. But it hurt her to know you'd think that of her. "And i do think you're pretty, the prettiest actually. But i could list out a hundred other reason to why i love you that are way more important than that."

"Em..." You cam feeling yourself starting to grow hot. It was indeed a bad idea to just into conclusions, you know she isn't like that.

"No, wait. In fact, i will list it out." She adds while reaching for your already clammy hand. "I love the way you were the only one to support me since day one, i love it when you fall asleep on my shoulder after a case because you feel safe enough to do it, i love how you bring me coffee in the morning almost everyday without expecting anything in return and i love how you're the most caring person i've ever met. I love you for you, not your body. And i was trying to find the courage to ask you out yesterday, i'm sorry if i made you feel that way." She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, an incredibly heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders.

"Is that date offer still up?" You ask with a breathy laugh, feeling stupid for it the second after. You expected anything but a love confession today. It was the first question that came to mind.

"Of course." She answers gently with a chuckle, thumb rubbing against your hand just as gently.

"Em?" You say slightly above a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I love you too." You can't hide the smile (neither does she) that forms on your lips, pressing a smiley kiss on the corner of her lips.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[bones4thecats]

Ooh, Okie dokie! (I forgot to label myself in my little question haha - it's me, 😊 anon!)

Can I request Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu having a crush on an Autistic Reader?

The reader is mostly nonverbal - only speaking using short words/sentences - unless they're talking to someone they've grown to really trust, to animals (such as their crow companions), or about animals - which they have learned lots of trivia about. They may also stim - usually by rocking side to side when bored or flapping/clapping their hands when excited. They're happy to receive physical contact but can be overwhelmed by constant loud noise (such as shouting or music.)

(I hope that wasn't too long - I hope you have a lovely day! ✨)

The Kamaboko Trio With An Autistic S/O

Characters: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Insouke Hashibira Requester: 😊Anon A/N: I haven't written for Demon Slayer in such a long time so the characters may be slightly OOC. These are also fairly short, just noting! But, I do hope you enjoy this! Have a great rest of your days/nights!!! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

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╚═════ Tanjiro Kamado ══════════════════════════╝

😺 When Tanjiro first met you, he was slightly confused as to why you rarely spoke longer sentences. But, in his fashion, he put that behind and stayed positive around you

😺 Whenever he notices your stims getting worse or more erratic, he holds your hand and allows you to mess with his. He also likes seeing how you would help Nezuko with her hair, using the physical action as another way to use a stim

😺 He is amazing with animals himself, getting along with pretty much every creature he finds. So, when you walked around the Butterfly Mansion with small birds and one of your pets, a Japanese dwarf flying squirrel that you named Kiyoshi, he got along with the cute rodent quick and easily

😺 Whenever you are set to be on a mission with him and the others (Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko), he tries to keep them quieter so you don't get overwhelmed

😺 Sometimes, he enjoys staying awake at night and ask you about some animals that he has either seen around or was wondering about. Such as a Japanese Macaque or a Sika Deer

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╚═════ Zenitsu Agatsuma ════════════════════════╝

⚡ This guy, oof!

⚡ He had a hard time understanding you at first. But that was mainly because you rarely spoke and were extremely loving to almost every animal that you guys came across

⚡ I mean, you literally would attract any other Slayer's crow, which made Zenitsu roll his eyes stubbornly. How come you were such an animal magnet while his own crow (or rather sparrow) pecked at him whenever he tried holding him!

⚡ Anyways, he does like seeing how you handle demons, putting your own issues behind just to help out anybody in danger, whether they were children or adults or in between

⚡ Zenitsu may not show it fully, but he does like watching you play with your pet Koi fish when they were swimming around in your/Mitsuri's estate's back pond

⚡ No doubt simps even harder whenever you mess with his hands or wear his haori. He literally stands there with a goofy grin on his face as he giggles at your actions

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╚═════ Inosuke Hashibira ════════════════════════╝

🐗 Inosuke is a very rambunctious person by nature. And he is surprisingly good around animals, due to growing up alongside them all his childhood

🐗 So, when you came around and seemingly calmed down a boar in front of him, he yelled your name and asked how you knew what they were thinking, in which you laughed and tried explaining to the best of your ability

🐗 He also had great hearing and understanding of body language. So if you were to speak with a lower tone or not be able to finish a sentence, he understands what you want to say without asking you to repeat like others

🐗 Smiling at him also makes him feel good, so whenever you do so if you can't gain the urge to speak to him, his chest puffs out as he goes on a rant of 'of course you smile at the King of the Mountain' and whatnot

🐗 By far the second best with an Autistic reader when it comes to this trio, the way he grew up helps him understand you better than the others easily

[alistairsmonstercafe]

NSFW How to Gain the trust of a Dragon in the Dragons Den, Guide 02

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART ?

NOTICE; TOP/SWITCH Male Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER; BOTTOM/SUB Price, BOTTOM/SWITCH Soap,

CW; Threesome, slight choking? Hella horny dragon, body worship, praise, face sitting, fingering, ass eating, cock suckin' shit like that.

ADDITIONAL; I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION; @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr & @/thegnomelord for the scale idea on tumblr.

NOTE; Accidentally posted the draft... | This will be a mini series staring our favorite little hybrids. Part ? Will be a poll of a repeat character or a non 141 character.

As Price paced outside the office, the temptation to peek behind that imposing door grew stronger. His hybrid instincts nudged him toward curiosity, but his rationality warned against it. He wasn't your mate. Not Soap's either. He'd be a prick if he suddenly barged in purely because he was a horny dragon, he hasn't felt the urge for a proper mate for years, but it was uncommon for species to crossbreed, or to even have packs, or other mates then one that weren't of the same species.

Yet, there was something magnetic about the possibility—a pull he couldn't quite resist. The thought flickered in his mind like a distant flame, leaving him torn between his innate curiosity and the risk.

And despite the gentle reach of his claw near the door, he didn't. He was old. Older then most of you, who would dare date a dragon of his age? Even people of his kind preferred dragons who could keep up with them, not groan at a sudden back pain or a weak knee. Nor the crowfeet on his eyes, signs of age in his face. His body was not as strong as in his younger days, and well, his stomach. It had a lot more pudge to it, something he'd never openly admit.

The following day, despite his position as captain, Price found himself stealing more glances at you and Soap, your little cuddles during lunch, or the way your tails intertwined. The soft cooing and purrs left to each other left him with want, tugging at the fringes of his thoughts. He couldn't shake off the inexplicable allure it held, even though he knew his authority wouldn't grant him it.

As he maneuvered through his duties, his mind kept circling back to you. He questioned his own reluctance to simply talk to you, push the conversation open. It wasn't about rules or permissions; it was a deeper, primal restraint holding him back, a fear of the unknown that clashed with his innate curiosity.

Yet, when he came back to his desk later that evening, he saw a small pile of, to what to most, would seem as mindless trinkets, was actually an abundance of jewels, some of his favorite coffee, tea, and a make shift.. Scale? No. That wouldn't make sense. He could recognize it as yours and Soap's fur. In the shape of a scale.

Were you lads trying to court him? A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he gently held up the item to his nose, his wings relaxing at the mixed scent. The scent of a mate, his instincts whispered. And he couldn't help but agree.

Tucking away the items he placed them in a small box on his shelf full of items he hoarded before. He couldn't have a huge hoard, so he did what he could. And turned the scale shaped fur, into a necklace he could wear on his chest. Closest to his heart. For he knew they had won it already.

It was the next day where you and Soap were idly chatting, he sat down infront of you, and slid over a scale cut perfectly down the middle for you two. You both easily looked up in shock, mouths open. "Wha- Cap'n- Does this mean-" Soap sputtered, and you were still quiet with your jaw still wide open.

"It does. Means it quite bloody clearly, Soap." He replies almost shyly, his firm voice is softened with love and affection as he smiles. Those beautiful crow lines appear once more and the sight of both of your tails swaying happily is a tell-tale sign hes done the right choice.

He's quick to get back up, walking to the door before stopping and turning back to say; "My room, at nine exactly. Alright?"

You're both quick to say yes and despite his cool demeanor as he leaves, Price feels hard as a rock as the first blooms of heat start back in his stomach. A feeling he hasn't felt in ages, but that can wait for later tonight. He wouldn't be a captain without all that self-discipline, after all.

So its when Price comes to the dark of his room, a little worn out, he surprised to suddenly see a nest, and you and Soap sitting on his bed with only the moon light to illuminate your features. And coo he does because he melts at the sight that you both waited for him.

You're the first to pull him in with a grin, your tail wrapping around his waist as you and Soap are quick to strip him down until hes left in a shirt and boxers. But hes quick to push you down onto your back in the nest as he sits on your lap, Soap he behind Price, kissing down his back as his tail wags.

But as you look up at Price, he looks like a beauty, and your hand gently traces down from his chin, to his toned yet supple and beautifuy scared chest, to his stomach, caressing the pudge as you whisper praise. And it. Makes Prices face burn with pride at the fact someone accepts him and his appearance, something he didn't think he'd be self conscious on.

Soap continues quick and sloppy kisses up his back, leaving soft nips and bites on him, leaving it mostly betweem you and Price. He loves both of you but you had both discussed the idea before. You wanted to pamper Price, and make him feel higher then cloud 9.

And you did, each kiss, and bite, began to switch as Price was switched around by Soap. And you easily pulled Price's hips towards you and kissed his ass, making Price groan in response. The sound cut short as Soap began to kiss him, stroking your cock in the meantime to keep you satisfied as well. It was his turn to assist.

"Fuck- Price- So fuckin' pretty for us." Soap groans out to price, and you can only agree, pressing kisses up his neck as his tail makes soft noises against the nest as it wags aggressively against it.

Price only moans a little, his hips still bucking into your mouth as your tongue is quick, and perfectly long enough to reach deep into him inside, his dragoh tail is quick to curl around your neck and slightly squeeze lovingly. The way you and Soap praise Price and his body makes him melt. Hes an old lad, scales of iron from how the world has hardened him and yet you make him so soft.

So loved.

So accepted.

He thought he was content with 141 but knowing that two of the members in it are his mates? He can only purr.

Its when Soap slides down and suck off Price whilst hes still sitting on your face does he lose it. Not knowing where to buck his hips either back and forth, and instead sways them. His claws tugging at Soaps hair and your hands wrapped tightly on his hips, bits of blood is evident from your claws but neither notice.

Its when you suddenly slide in a finger that Price goes almost limp, his tail squeezes a little tighter and his moans get louder. Damn the thin walls because tonight he knows hes going to be fucked well in his nest.

And in his eyes thats a night well spent.

Aftermath; By morning Gaz is the first of the 141 to complain. Small eyebags under his eyes as he stares at you, Soap, and Price.

"Fucked real good huh? Give me some earplugs next time alright?" He remarks, drinking some coffee, Ghost watches but said nothing. But theres something about the way his smoke slides up his arm at the words 'fucked', before sliding back down, gives you slight curiosity.

[oofthwoods]

MIDNIGHT BAKER! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: wednesday nights should be reserved for sleeping and recharging energies for the weekend, especially when said weekend marks her first ever formula one grand prix. but when the nerves get the best of echo!reader, it's time to come out of the bed and do what she always does: stress bake. but when the stakes multiply, so does the dough.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: somehow based on that tiktok audio about the midnight barber, but instead of cutting your hair in the middle of the night, fem!driver is baking you cookies in the middle of the night. also english is not my first language so i apologize if there's any grammar mistakes :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 2.1k

NOTE FOR SELF: DON’T SNEAK INTO MICK’S ROOM. HE MIGHT THINK YOU’RE A GHOST.

if you were to ask her, she would tell you that the boy's reaction was far too exaggerated. after all, they had snuck into each other's hotel rooms countless times before, especially during their days as competitors in separate leagues. and could it really be called sneaking around when she had used the magnetic card he had personally given to her in case of an emergency?

mick let out a long, exhausted sigh and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair as he slumped onto the bed. he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her in his hotel room kitchen, completely absorbed in the task of arranging an assortment of cookies into neat rows on several baking sheets.

"i'm just saying, a heads up would have been nice," he finally spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between them.

she was completely focused on arranging an assortment of cookies in the hotel room's oven, each piece fitting perfectly like a game of tetris. her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her delicate hands expertly maneuvered the trays into place. "i didn't think you'd wake up," she murmured, not bothering to turn around.

"how could i not with all this commotion going on?" mick chuckled, gesturing to the mess of ingredients and dishes scattered around the small kitchenette. the sweet aroma of warm cookies filled the air, making it feel like a cozy haven from the cold outside.

with a satisfied smile, she closed the oven door and turned back to him. "you never woke up before when i did this," she pointed out with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

a genuine laugh, deep and rich, escaped her lips as she watched his reaction. it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds that had been weighing on her since their arrival in bahrain. she felt a sense of relief wash over her - the first real moment of peace she had felt in days.

"what? did you think chocolate chip cookies magically appeared in your room every morning?" she teased playfully, enjoying the surprised look on his face.

his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he sheepishly replied, "no, i knew that you made them. i just didn't realize you did it in my room."

"well, now you know my secret," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. she let out a sigh and removed her apron, stained with flour and splattered with milk. she glanced at the timer on her phone and said, "don't worry, it's not always the case, but some hotels have ovens that are too small for my liking. i hate waiting around for things to bake, so i use mine and yours kitchen"

mick observed the way that, despite wearing a bright smile, his best friend tapped her foot and furrowed her brow, her agitation practically radiating off of her. she always turned to baking when faced with stress or anxiety, so it was clear to him the internal turmoil she was facing. despite the dark circles under her eyes and the tired lines etched on her face, he knew she wouldn't stop until their task was completed to perfection.

y/n's eyelids drooped, heavy with fatigue as she sat on the smooth, cool marble counter. she rubbed them gently with the palm of her hand, trying to alleviate the tiredness that weighed down her body. through the oven window, she watched as the pastries slowly turned golden brown. the sweet aroma of butter and sugar filled the kitchen, a familiar comfort that helped ease her nerves for tomorrow.

"sorry for waking you up" she said, shifting her weight so that she could face the boy standing next to her. his hair was tousled from sleep, but he wore a gentle smile on his lips. "you usually sleep like a rock, i didn't expect you to hear me at all."

"well, let’s say i couldn't resist the smell of your baking skills," he replied with a wink.

"oh please, you were shitting your pants thinking that i was either a ghost or a murderer," she teased, nudging him playfully.

his confident facade faltered as he tried to deny it. "i-i wasn't afraid! i just...wasn't sure who it was."

raising an eyebrow at him, she challenged his claim. "uh-huh, sure. it was pretty obvious you were scared out of your mind."

mick huffed and crossed his arms defiantly. "we’re in a hotel in a foreign country and suddenly i hear sounds coming from my private kitchen. i think it's completely plausible to be a little… worried," he argued, trying to maintain his tough exterior.

she rolled her eyes affectionately and gave him a knowing smile. "you know I'm the only one else who has access to your keycard, mick."

mick's shoulders sagged, defeated by y/n's logic. he let out a sigh, his tough facade crumbling. "okay, maybe I was a little scared," he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

y/n chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she reached out to gently squeeze mick's hand. "well, you don't have to worry anymore. It's just me, your talented, pastry-making, and anxiety filled best friend," she reassured him, her voice filled with affection.

"anxiety filled? is this why you're baking so much? worried about tomorrow?"

as soon as the next day was mentioned, y/n's stomach dropped.

the pre-tests for the upcoming racing season had gone smoothly for her as she had put on a confident facade, flashing a bright smile and cracking jokes with her fellow drivers. her ease on the track was palpable as she navigated the circuit with grace and skill, getting familiar with her car and the track.

underneath it all, she felt a pressure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. she knew she couldn't show any signs of weakness - not in front of her competitors, not in front of the media, not in front of anyone. after all, what would they say when the only woman on the grid was seen trembling and putting on a fake smile?

this was more than just a race for her - it was the culmination of a lifelong dream finally coming true. her addition to the male-dominated world of professional racing was a historic moment after years without a single female driver. and representing porsche, a team that was also a newcomer to the sport and had their destiny sat half in her hands, only added to the weight on her shoulders.

with a sudden, firm tug on her shoulder, mick's hand shattered her daydream and she snapped back to reality. his piercing blue gaze seemed to bore into her, examining her with an intensity that made her feel naked and exposed. as if he could see the chaotic thoughts racing through her mind, mick's eyes darted back and forth, taking in every expression that crossed her face. years of friendship meant couldn't hide from him, not even for a moment.

"come on," he teased, giving her shoulder a playful shake like they were kids again. "where's the girl who dominated four straight championships? the one who smashed the record for most points in a formula 2 season?"

she couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "gone," she replied with a shrug. "replaced by a washed up has-been that mops around and bake chocolate chip cookies."

mick's grin faded, replaced by a sad expression. "don't say that," he said firmly. "you're still one of the best driver i know. don't let anyone convince you otherwise"

she let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the cool surface of the counter. her gaze wandered around the lavish hotel room, identical to her own in every way except for the view outside the window.

"you can't say that, it'll go straight to my head" she looked him in the eyes, with a tired smile.

"great. maybe then you'll start to believe me"

"it's just... different." she sighed, and brushed away a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her determined eyes. "if i fail, they'll use it as ammunition to say that hiring a woman for the team was a mistake. they'll chalk it up to nepotism - hiring my famous father's daughter without considering my skills. they'll compare me to him and say i don't have what it takes, and if i make even the slightest mistake, they'll use it as ammunition to say 'see? this is why women shouldn't race in formula 1.' it feels like everyone is waiting for me to slip up so they can declare me a hazard on the track and call for my super license to be revoked." her shoulders tensed at the thought.

mick spoke gently, "you spend too much time worrying about things that may never happen."

"i know. it's called anxiety. 0/10, would not recommend," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

he then called her by her nickname, "i'm serious. you set one of the best times in training. your race engineer is already talking about getting a tattoo if you win your first race later this year. no one believes you'll disappoint."

she chuckled at his words. mick was telling the truth - after one of her practice periods during pre-training, jasper, the man who would work alonside her as her race engineer, had greeted her with euphoria and promised to get a tattoo with the date of her first victory along with a drawing of the circuit layout.

she gave him a small smile, appreciating his attempts to lift her spirits. but the doubts and worries still lingered in her mind like ghosts.

"i know you're trying to help, and i love your for it," she said. "but it's not that simple. i've dreamed about this my whole life, you know? being here, on the verge of achieving what I've worked so hard for." her voice grew soft. "but now that I'm so close, it's like i can see all the ways i could fail even more clearly."

she turned and gazed out the window at the circuit lights glowing in the distance. "if i succeed, it will open doors for other women. but if i fail..." her voice trailed off, unable to give voice to the dark thoughts swirling in her mind.

mick moved next to her, also taking in the view. "the greats are never without doubt," he said after a moment. "my father used to say self-belief is a muscle - you have to exercise it constantly for it to grow strong."

y/n laughed in response. "well, you have me there. how could i argue with a seven-time world champion?"

mick chuckled along with her. "exactly! you can't."

"you're gonna be great out there tomorrow," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "just remember your training and trust your instincts. the rest will take care of itself."

she gave him a small but grateful smile. having his steadfast faith in her abilities was like a rock she could cling to in the swirling sea of uncertainties that plagued her. she could only hope she was the same to him.

"one lap at a time," she said, steeling her resolve. "no thinking about the future or the naysayers. just me, the car and the track. and the occasional animal that comes to visit"

mick grinned. "that's my girl"

the piercing beep of the timer on y/n's phone jolted her back to reality, reminding her that there were still cookies baking in her room. "shit, i completely lost track of time. i'll go turn off the oven in my room first, then come back here to handle these."

mick flashed a warm smile at her. "don't worry about it. you look like you could use some rest."

"are you implying that I have dark circles under my eyes, schumacher?"

he chuckled. "i'm simply suggesting that i can take care of these ones. it'll only take me another five minutes." he stooped down to inspect the almost finished cookies through the glass door of the oven. "all under control."

she wanted to argue and offer her help, but exhaustion was slowly creeping up on her and a glance at the clock by mick's bedside showed that it was well past bedtime. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"probably have fewer cookies," he quipped with a playful grin.

she smiled, the worries that had been weighing on her mind starting to lift. somehow, he always knew how to make her feel better.

"alright, you win this time. i'll let you be the cookie master while i go get some rest."

as she turned to leave, mick called out "hey, don't forget we're going over race strategy first thing tomorrow morning. i'll bring the coffee if you bring the cookies."

"it's a deal," she said. "goodnight, mick. and…thank you."

"always." he smiled and gave a little wave as she slipped out the door into the quiet hallway.

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[mrscolinbridgerton96]

Complete Surrender (18+) | a POLIN fic

Plot: Colin and Penelope leave the ball early to go home. On this night, they finally consummate their marriage.

⚠️ WARNING: contains some sexual content including fingering, oral sex (f receiving), d*ck riding and penetration ⚠️

[brief author’s note: this is my first time writing smut so.. please go easy on me with any and all criticism. thank you!.. and enjoy!]

~

Penelope and Colin decide to leave her sisters’ ball early so that her and Colin could have some time alone together. He took off his jacket and boots then sat on the settee and waited as Rae helped Penelope. Once Rae closed the door, Penelope decided to take off the nightgown and wear only the robe.

Moments after Rae briefly spoke to him then went downstairs, Colin opened the door and saw Penelope standing by the bed. His heart suddenly began to race when he realized that she was naked under her robe. He closed the door behind him.. walked up to her.. pulled her close to him.. and crashed his lips onto hers. They pulled apart for just a brief moment as she noticed a slight shakiness in his breathing.

Penelope: “Colin, why are you trembling?”

Colin: “You are.. so beautiful. The goddess Venus herself would be envious.”

Penelope: “So, you would not.. change anything about me?”

His eyes softened at the realization that a part of her still could not see the beauty that he sees.

Colin: “You are perfect just as you are, Pen.”

He then turns her around to face the mirror. She sees Colin stand behind her and kiss on her cheek.

Colin: “Even the looking glass does not lie. Inside and out, you are beautiful. Your eyes are luminous, your mind is exceptional, your soul is magnetic and.. your body.. is like a sacred temple; one I have yet to FULLY discover. If you wish it, my lips will touch the parts of you that they have not touched before.”

Penelope could hear his heart beating in tandem with hers as he whispered in her ear.

Colin: “Do you wish me to worship your body in the way that it deserves to be worshipped?”

She responded with an aroused glance and one single word.

Penelope: “Yes.”

Colin moves Penelope’s hair and begins kissing on her neck. She puts a hand on the back of his head and moans his name as his tongue touches her skin and his hands grab her breasts. He puts her hair back into place as Penelope turns around to face him and helps him unbutton his shirt.

Her hands were on his waist as he proceeded to take off his pants. As soon as his pants dropped to the floor, he watched her slowly sit down on the bed.

Colin: “Lie down.. Mrs. Bridgerton.”

Penelope: “As you wish.. Mr. Bridgerton.”

Penelope laid down on the bed and Colin climbed on top of her and kissed her. He untied her robe as his hand slowly glided down her thigh and made its way in between her legs. The moment his fingers were inside her, a wave of pleasure hit her like a tidal wave crashing onto the nearest shore. Her moans were like music to his ears. As she was about to reach a climax, he stopped and looked into her eyes.

Colin: “I, um.. would like to.. try something. If at any point you do not like it, you let me know.”

Penelope: “Colin, you could never do anything that I do not like.”

Colin looked down towards the area between her thighs then looked back up at her again.

Colin: “May I?”

Penelope: “Yes.”

He marveled at how beautiful she looked in this moment and kissed her lips. He untied the robe then surprised her by kissing down her waistline. She started trembling as he opened her legs wide. His lips touched the inner folds of her thighs and he looked up at her one more time.

Colin: “Are you ready?”

Penelope nodded then watched as he started sucking on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she could hear her heart rate rising. Another massive wave of pleasure came flooding in faster than the speed of light. One hand gripped onto his hair and the other held onto the blanket.

Penelope: “Oh my. Colin. I.. yes. Oh yes. Oh!”

She gasped as she felt his tongue go in and out of her. Her moans got louder and her body slowly began to spasm in response to yet another orgasm. She gripped tighter onto the blanket as his tongue began moving in a circular motion. Right when she reached the end of it, she shouted out his name in pleasure. Her knees buckled just as Colin’s lips found their way back to hers. He stared into her eyes and she started to tremble again. They sat up simultaneously then Colin turned Penelope around and coiled her legs around him like a snake as his lips were kissing on her neck. She could feel his tongue touch her skin.

Penelope: “Colin.”

Colin: “Yes, my love?”

Penelope kissed Colin on his neck and whispered two words in his ear.

Penelope: “Lie down.”

His pupils dilated in both shock and delight. Her eagerness to please him put his head in a total spin, as if the Earth was quickly rotating on its axis- making him dizzy. She gently put her hands on him as his head slowly went down on the pillow. He watched her hands slowly move down his chest. She weighed one hand against his chest and began riding him.

Colin Bridgerton had never before been on this sort of sexual high. Prior to making love to Penelope for the very first time- even before his lips touched hers the night of their first kiss- he felt that this particular kind of passion wasn’t in his reach.. but it IS. It exists in the woman he loves; it exists in Penelope.

As his hands moved up to her waist, she pulled him up and kissed him fervently. He wrapped his arms around her body from under her robe- he wanted to feel her skin.

Colin: “May I.. take this robe off of you?”

Penelope: “You may.”

Colin slowly removed the silk robe from Penelope’s body and placed them on the floor where his clothes were. He was kissing and sucking on her breasts while she continued moving back and forth in a slow motion.

They both gave each other a seductive grin in response to the arousal they were currently experiencing. With his hands still on her hips, they began to move back and forth in a much quicker motion. Their moans were in sync with each other’s. His hands moved from her waist to her lower back. They stared into each other’s eyes and came at the same time.

Colin: “Oh yes.”

He laid down next to her and they kissed until both their lips grew exhausted.

~

Time passed and the dawn was just starting to break.

Penelope: “Colin?”

Colin: “Yes, Beauty.”

Penelope: “I can hear your heart beating.”

Colin: “I can hear yours too.”

Penelope: “Tell me something, do you truly think I’m beautiful and.. clever?”

Colin: “Of course I do, Brains.”

Penelope: “ ‘Beauty’? ‘Brains’?”

Colin: “My grandfather used to refer my mother as both Beauty AND Brains. He said to her that her beauty comes from her mother and her wit comes from him. I never met him, but she always told me he was a good man.”

Penelope: “He would have loved you, Colin- just as much as your family does.. and just as much as I do.”

Colin: “You love me more, right?”

Penelope: “Obviously.”

They both looked out the window and saw that the light of the coming dawn was beginning to illuminate the sky.

Penelope: “Wow. It is practically morning already.”

Colin: “I intend to simply just stay in this bed the whole day through. Care to join me?”

Penelope: “Sounds perfect. I love you.. Colin Bridgerton.”

Colin: “I love you too.. Penelope Bridgerton.”

They both laughed and kissed once more before Penelope fell asleep in his arms. He looked at her as her eyes gave into the tiredness and finally closed. All Colin could do was smile at her and kiss her on her forehead.

He stared at the ceiling and began thinking- thinking about how THIS was what he was missing when he emotionally distanced himself from Penelope. Sure, it was with reason, but he longed for this kind of intimate and truly honest connection her. Now, at last, he has it.. and Colin Bridgerton would rather be damned than to ever let it go- to ever let HER go. He slowly got up.. blew out the candles.. then crawled back into bed and fell asleep next to the woman he knew that could NEVER live without.

[suguru-getos]

-> 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 - 𝕘𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 𝕩 𝕗!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

a/n: it’s been a while since i wrote something comforting w/ my baby 🥺🩵 | warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, smut, oral, breeding, baths 🛁, aftercare

the weekend! the bloody weekend! you could swear everyday at work you’d wander off to the thought of getting some much needed rest, getting some solace & some soft and tender slow-ness to your otherwise fast paced routine. it was getting mundane — coming home from work, having dinner with your husband, sometimes (oftentimes) having dinner alone, and then being too exhausted to do anything but surrendering to slumber.

satoru was couped up in missions, busy as ever. being the gojo clan’s head and one of the key members of sorcerery had it’s disadvantages. sigh. at this point, you’re starting to get cranky with just how much you ache for him, just how much you miss him.

your thoughts are hazy, the only thing that’s keeping you going despite the sheer exhaustion your body is going through is how satoru will lose it. he bought your last company — because they wouldn’t give you sick off. you snickered at the rollback of memories. now that company is one of the prominent ones in japan. you could may as well be the ceo & enjoy, but satoru knows, or as he says, “you’re a masochist aren’t you princess? love tormenting yourself?” yeah, you kind of… do. you just want to work because it helps you not get bored… and makes you realize that you could have it if you wanted to; without anyone’s help. so, when it comes to your job, you truly try your best to keep satoru at bay.

you drive home and get inside, opening the locked door. your beautiful cat comes and nuzzles against your leg, and you kneel, kissing his forehead & letting him boop his nose against yours. the smell of home was always divine, always soothing & always comforting. you wonder if satoru does something to this god damn gojo estate to make it so inhabitable.

“oh? jesus he’s trying to compete again?” his footsteps echo and your blush creeps in instantly at his voice. despite being married for a few years, he still manages to give you the same butterflies as he did on the very first date. wearing cushioned slip ons, walking towards the door as looming & large that he is, his soft baby grin is demanding a kiss. “i told your little kitty that i’d be the first to kiss mama. look at him though.” he grins, leaning in to reach your stature and capturing your lips in a soft, exquisitely gentle kiss. the pads of his fingers grip your chin, his hunger for you is insatiable yet, satoru makes sure to love you in a way you’ve always needed. you often wonder how he does that — how he knows when you need your guts rearranged and when you need reassurance. you suppose you’ve just gotten lucky in choosing the perfect man to exist.

“i missed my baddie.” he winks, leaning away, his usual glossed lips shining so much more with your saliva coating them. “come on~” he coos, holding your bag and letting you rest. the next moment you’re embraced princess-style, leaning against his chest & all thoughts whatsoever frighteningly subdued with his cologne. “i love you, toru, missed you.” you managed to mumble out, barely audible.

it’s truly magnetic, how he manages to make such a putty out of someone so formidable & so unbending, so firm & so stern with anything & everything. if the people around you would see you with your husband, they’d get confused with your entire being.

“i love you so much more, missed you every second, every minute of the day.” he hums, nuzzling his nose against you & kissing the crown of your head. “i’ve ran a bath for you pri-”

you cut him off, not your fault he looks entirely godly, unfathomably devoted & so nurturing. you had to cut him off with a kiss. lips hungrily devouring his, hands threading against his hair and scratching his undercut. it’s like you turn a different switch on whenever you teasingly caress his undercut. it smells so good — he’s already making you loopy.

you’re the only one who cuts off the kiss, leaning back and panting softly. “or… maybe she can have a bath after.” satoru coos, gentle as ever. leaning in and exhaling against the shell of your ear. “after she’s given what she needs… mm?”

and just like that you’re nestled against the plush mattress of your master bedroom. the lighting dim enough to unwind, satoru’s large & looming hands threading through your clothes and unlayering you. “my sweet present!” he chirps, grinning and rewarding you with sweet kisses with every layer of clothing that’s discarded.

your giggles echo through the room when you’re finally naked, his own tee leaves his body, granting your parched senses the sight of his abs. he smiles, holding your wrist and letting your palm brush against his abs. “all yours.” it’s like a prayer, no — it’s the inverse of it, it’s like he’s declaring something for the both of you. that no matter what the ring on his finger & the name on his heart will always be yours.

“wan’ you so bad.” you managed to whine, needily glazed at his face & pouting. “me too, little baby. want you so bad. need to feel you, need to taste you.” he smiles softly, leaning in and holding both your wrists in one hand, pinning him atop your head against the mattress while his mouth continues to labor against your supple skin. muzzled! satoru needs to get muzzled — with how his teeth graze at your skin, how his mouth marks and breaks your skin with prominent hickeys.

your submission is evident with the way you squirm under him, panting heavily. “please- mm~” the sweet ache in your pelvis is too much to bear. especially when his mouth wraps around your tits, suckling softly, nibbling at it softly. “that’s it, sing for me.” he hums, kneading the other one & pinching the lonely nipple.

your wrist is having a mind of it’s own, struggling to touch him, to feel him. it enables a soft smirk out of him. it’s always nice to have an example of you wanting him as much as he does. his hand leaves your chainned wrist, rendering you free & letting you touch & caress his muscular, broad back, play with his hair, respond with kisses and hickeys of your own.

a soft trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts to your sternum, reaching your waist, followed by a needy inhale of your dripping cunt disarrayed your thoughts completely. “aw she missed me too.” satoru nuzzles his nose against your puffy, needy clit, spreading your pussy-lips with his thumbs. “my little girl missed me too~” he always talks to you down there, how could it not make you hoplessly throb?

he chuckles when you do so, “yeah? wanna kiss me?” he leans in and starts suckling at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“gah- toru! nn~” you moaned out at the warmth of his mouth against you, at the way his tongue flicked at your clit over & over. so skillful, all-knowing of your pleasure points. his thumb comes to play again, pushing the protective hood up & exposing your clit bare. your eyes widen when he starts licking and suckling rhythmically and you scream out at the soft, but firm nibbling of your nerve bundle. you could come undone so easily it was almost embarrassing.

“m’ close! sah- mm~ toru- oh god-”

your moans are making the tent in his pants ten times harder to bear, pre-staining him as he continues to ravage you senselessly. parched. hungry. starving…

your body betrays you as you topple off the apex of pleasure, shivering like a dried autumn leaf beneath him and letting the powerful waves of pleasure take you for a ride. satoru’s tongue mercilessly rides it out for you, half-lidded at the taste of you. you’re molten sin.

“good girl, that’s it.” his lips shine with your essence coated, and he licks em’ with his tongue and grins. high on you. dazed on you. the sound of his zipper echoes through the room, dwindling with your panting.

a sinful moan escapes you when his fat mushroom tip plunges against your sobbing hole, his own disarrayed groan prominent. the stretch and the ache is undeniable, your hands helplessly latching onto his back and your pussy twitching & clamping to get used to him. satoru is big. you’d think you’d get used to him after all these years but not quite so…

his tongue wraps around your nipple as he hums. “so warm and tight, so fit to be my breeding baby.” the words out of his mouth are filth. and yet with the way you helplessly twitch around him he knows you love it. his cock starts to move inside you, rutting against the sweet spots you have and smirking at the lewd noises your cunt makes for him. “fuck- fuck- feels s’ good! ca-can’t oh my god-!” you cry out, eyes losing focus, mind and body tamed just right.

“yeah? m’ your god baby? the honored one? hmm?”

satoru hums, leaning in and kissing you passionately, eating away at your moans and your helpless whimpers. your nails have indented & scratched his back just right. the dull ache of it only makes him rut against you harder.

his fingers trail down again, pressing against the sweet bundle of nerves and rubbing in circles. you need to cum with him, you have to cum with him.

you’re seeing stars soon, the ache builds again, ragged breaths and bated pants echoing through the sanctuary of your bedroom. “yeah baby, i know- i know- you’re close, go on. show me what my princess can do. milk me like a good girl. don’t waste a drop.” he groans, leaning his head back as his adam’s apple bobs. his own thrusts are getting sloppier. he needs you carnally.

“gah- shit! fuck- fuck- mmgh~” it’s not too long before you tip off the edge again, gummy walls clamping and massaging the shaft of his cock and stopping only at the taste of his seed in your womb. stopping only at the familiar warmth soothing your bruised pussy.

satoru kisses your jaw, muttering soft, apologetic praises. “that’s it baby, you feel so good, you take me so well, couldn’t do it without you-” you’re latching onto his every word, half-lidded and drunk on pleasure, hugging him softly. now comes the wave of content exhaustion.

satoru keeps you cockwarming him and hugging him as he leans you against his chest, hands caressing through your hair and peppering soft, feather-like kisses all over your face. “i love you, sweet girl.” he muses, “love you too- toru,” you respond back, sighing happily at the warmth of his skin.

satoru takes you to the bathroom, and your eyes gleam at the way he’s prepared your bath. you could almost cry from the intense spoiling. your favorite space-galaxy lamp, your favorite scented candles, flower-petals, bubbles just right, jaccuzi working just fine. “see? told ya~ gonna help you unwind.” he croons. smiling when your eyes light up at the setup. he knows you loved it.

he’s quick to kiss your forehead and settle in with you, hands massaging your body and letting you nap on him. these are the times when satoru considers himself the most lucky. he has someone he loves with the entirety of his being — and they love him back? how fucking lucky!

and you do, you do love him back with all your heart & soul. you’re blessed to have someone like satoru gojo.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Imagine the wife rizzing up Miguel at home first for once lol

Miguel is working out and she can't help but stare at his big ol bakery. She sneaks up behind him and traps a handful of cheek in a tight grasp. Miguel jolts and looks to find his horny wife.

They tease each other a bit before she sits down so he can give her a little show. Some silly booty shaking, then some lap grinding, then some serious pussy pounding with her legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripping his ass for dear life lol

A little Magic Mike Miguel? Perhaps 🤭 Mild nsfw under cut.

A grunt. A deep breath.

You watched him as his back flexed and the ripple of his muscles contorted at every move he made. Heavy small weights, lifted like they were anything but cardboard, sweat etched and oozed from the top of his back, his neck and his hair, done in a small manbun.

The sight made you bit your lip. Sometimes you truly wondered how you were able to get a man like him to be with you, date you and marrying you and out not one but two babies in you.

Too good for anyone else but me.

Miguel had told you once you had asked him out of true wonder. He was magnetic. He was now pushing himself up the bar, making the hard lines in his back to sharpen even more. God you loved leaving marks on that back. And he'd proudly wear them.

He was a solid 6'9", And you barely reached his chin. Thoughts of the previous night when he'd wake up, pissed at the thought someone else fucking you, to actually give your guts a bit of a mean arrangement.

Gabi was at school and Benjamin was with Peter, His play dates with Mayday had been incredibly well, and the little toothy mini version of him and you couldn't help but have lots of fun.

And so were you.

Sauntering over him, you squeezed his well defined, bubble like, and firm ass. He tensed and snapped his neck to look at you, a bit startled at the sudden action.

"Hola, nalgón." (Hey bubble-butt) he smirked at your improved spanish. His sweat acted like an aphrodisiac to your senses, clean, a bit of musky, and the remnants of earthy undertones.

You kissed his back, he coked an eyebrow to you, turning to face you, and still your grip on him was steely. Flushed cheeks and clammy hands, slow panting, full blown eyes, staring with hunger at him. a chill running down his spine.

"Hola, cariño" He smiled and pecked your lips. You chased his lips and he obliged with a knowing smirk, hand cupping your chin, a favorite and subtle way to assert his dominance over you, to then give you a kiss that only fed the fire raging between your legs.

He made you sat on the couch and his hands raked all over his chest hooking his thumbs the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Uh-uh" He shook his head, turned around and you couldn't help but smack his ass. A full on loud smack that send him laughing.

"¿Tienes hambre, mi reina?" (Hungry, my queen?) He prowled at your sitting form to then take your hands and place them over his torso.

"Touch me." you giggled at his command and raked tenderly your hands over him. Firm muscle that shivered under your needy touch. His eyes chasing yours. He cornered you between him and the couch. You groaned lowly as he locked your hips with his bent legs, as he sat ontop of you.

His hands took your wrist and placed them above your head.

"¿Qué quiere mi chaparrita? (What does my darling wants?)

It was enough for a single hand to hold your wrists above you as the other one, cupped your chin, making your gaze to lock with his.

"¿Un masage?" (A massage?)

You shook your head. A dangerous thrill invaded your body and you giggled, licking his thumb. He laughed and kissed your lips, but you needed more and he was teasing. Maybe payback for all the times you had provoked him without much advance, and leaving him with blue balls.

"¿Una buena cogida?" (A good fuck?)

You nodded almost too eager as you bit your lip

He hoisted you up in a swift movement, like if all his training was for a specific purpose, to lift you like he would pick a pillow. It paid off in so many ways, specially if he felt particularly dominating and pissed.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, his large hand squeezed handfuls of your generous and plump arse. You hips grind against him, but he smirks. The tips of his fangs baring.

"Let's get some cardio then." He threw you over his shoulder and spanked your ass with the same force you had slapped his before and hauled you to the bedroom

[whimsicalpolitical]

Tell him - Matty Healy x Ross MacDonald x Reader

in which matty realizes you have a thing for his best friend

content warning: 18+ mdni, smut, threesome, p in v, oral (f/m receiving), handjob, dirty talk, thigh riding

You sit next to Matty in a cozy booth at the pub, surrounded by his friends and bandmates. The lively chatter and laughter swirl around you, but your focus keeps drifting.

Your eyes are glued to Ross, drawn by some invisible force you can’t seem to resist. His dark hair is pulled back into a bun, a few loose strands framing his face in a way that’s effortlessly rugged. He’s wearing a black shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest hair. The way it contrasts against his shirt, peeking through like it’s daring you to look, makes your pulse quicken.

There’s an air of quiet confidence about him, a magnetic presence that makes it hard to tear your gaze away. Every time he leans back in his chair, his shirt parts just enough to show more of that patch of hair, and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to trace your fingers over it, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

The thought makes heat rush to your cheeks, a deep shame curling in your stomach. You’re sitting here with Matty, his arm draped casually around your shoulders, yet all you can think about is his best friend. It feels wrong, a betrayal, and the guilt gnaws at you, but that doesn’t stop the fantasies from creeping into your mind.

Matty notices. Of course he does. He always does.

With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. “Am I bothering whatever this is?” His voice is low, teasing, laced with that playful tone that makes your stomach flip.

You blink, torn from your reverie, and turn to him, your cheeks heating up. “What?” you manage to stammer, but the word comes out more flustered than you’d like.

“You’re staring, love. Not at me, though. Should I be jealous?” His fingers trail lightly over your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

You open your mouth to deny it, to come up with some excuse, but the words don’t come. You feel flustered, caught off guard by how easily he reads you.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, but Matty’s having none of it.

“Oh, I don’t think it’s nothing,” he says, his tone still light, still teasing. “What’s got you so interested in Ross, hm? Should I be worried?”

You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but the way he’s looking at you makes it impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter, attempting to sound casual, but the flush on your cheeks gives you away.

“Ridiculous, am I?” Matty grins, obviously having way too much fun with this. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone’s got a bit of a crush.”

“Matty-“ you begin, not knowing how to end your sentence, “I wasn’t- didn’t.”

Matty laughs at your failed attempt to defend yourself, “it’s alright, love. Come with me for a second.”

Before you can respond, he’s already sliding out of the booth, his hand finding yours and pulling you along with him. The pub is a blur of sound and movement as he leads you through the crowd, his grip firm and reassuring. You’re not entirely sure where he’s taking you until you find yourselves in the narrow hallway leading to the bathrooms.

Matty pushes open the door to the bathroom, the noise from the pub dulling to a low hum as the door swings shut behind you. The space is small, just barely enough room for the two of you, but Matty doesn’t seem to mind. He turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours as he gently lifts you onto the counter, his hands settling on either side of you, trapping you in place.

The cool surface of the counter seeps through your clothes, grounding you a little, but your heart is still racing. Matty’s so close now, his breath warm against your skin, his body inches from yours, and the intensity of his gaze makes it hard to focus on anything else.

He takes a moment, just looking at you, like he’s savoring the sight of you flustered and cornered. Then, with a tilt of his head and that familiar smirk, he says, “remember our talk about a threesome months ago? How you said you’d want to explore that?”

“I- Matty,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands.

Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat as you process his words. The memory of that conversation—half-joking, half-serious, shared in the quiet intimacy of his bed—floods back, and your face heats up instantly. You open your mouth to say something, but Matty doesn’t give you the chance.

“You’re alright. I said I would want to do that as well, so no reason to be embarrassed.”

His thumbs are rubbing slow circles into your thighs, “so,” he says, “d’you fancy Ross? Or is there something you’d like to do with him?”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest. “I—I don’t know,” you admit, your voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s not really something I’ve thought about seriously. I mean, I like Ross, but—”

Matty’s expression softens slightly, though the playful edge never quite disappears. “It’s okay if you do,” he says, his voice soothing. “It’s all about what you want and what we’re comfortable with.”

He leans forward to give you a reassuring kiss.

“Darling, if you want me to talk to Ross I will, you just need to tell me if you want that.”

“You would suggest having a threesome?”

“Course. If you want to shag him this bad.”

You can’t help but huff out a laugh as well, pushing his shoulders softly, “piss off.”

“Don’t brat. I’ve got to know,” he starts, turning to face you with a teasing smile, “why Ross? Why not George?”

You blink at the question, caught off guard by how casual he sounds.

“Why Ross?” you echo, trying to buy yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. You hadn’t really considered it in those terms—it’s just something about Ross that draws you in, something that feels different. But how do you explain that to Matty without feeling completely exposed?

Matty’s grin widens as he watches you struggle for words. “Yeah, why Ross?” he presses, his tone light but with an edge of genuine curiosity. “I mean, George is right there too. So what’s got you all flustered about Ross?”

“I don’t know… It’s just that Ross has this… presence, I guess,” you begin, trying to find the right words. “He’s quiet, but in this really intense way, like there’s so much going on under the surface. And he’s always so steady, so calm but at the same times gives off a dominant energy but also really… I don’t know, attractive.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. “So it’s that quiet strength thing he’s got going on?”

You nod, relieved that he seems to get it. “Yeah, exactly. It’s like he doesn’t need to prove anything, he just is. And that’s… well, it’s hot.”

Matty chuckles, clearly amused by your reasoning. “Fair enough,” he says, nodding slightly as if he’s filing away the information for later. “I can see that. Ross is solid. He’s a catch.”

You laugh at his enthusiastic undertone, “alright. I love you, Matty. Really much.”

“I love you,” he chuckles, “then it’s settled, yeah? I’ll have a chat with him. Freshen up a bit, you look… flustered.”

“I wonder why,” you joke, pulling him in by grabbing his shirt. You move forward to kiss him and to run your tongue across his bottom lip.

You move back, “I’ll see you then?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You take a moment to freshen up, splashing some cool water on your face to calm the warmth that’s crept into your cheeks.

When you finally step out of the bathroom and back into the pub, your eyes instinctively scan the room for Matty. But then you notice something odd—Ross is gone. Your heart drops, a sinking feeling of dread creeping into your chest. Did Matty talk to him already? What if Ross was utterly disgusted by the idea? What if he didn’t want anything to do with this… with you?

You can’t help but imagine the worst, your mind running wild with all the possibilities. Maybe you overstepped, maybe you read things wrong, maybe this was a terrible idea from the start. The excitement you felt just moments ago starts to evaporate, replaced by a gnawing uncertainty.

Before you can spiral any further, Matty appears at your side, his hand slipping naturally into yours. He’s smiling, but there’s something in his eyes—something secretive, almost. It puts you on edge, but you don’t ask him what’s wrong. Maybe you’re too afraid to hear the answer, too scared that it’ll confirm your worst fears.

“Ready to head home?” Matty asks, his voice smooth as ever, though there’s an undertone you can’t quite place.

You nod, feeling a bit lost in your own thoughts. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The walk to the car is quiet, the night air cool against your skin. Matty pulls out a cigarette as you get in, lighting it with a practiced ease. The smoke curls around him as he drives, one hand on the wheel, the other flicking ash out of the open window. The silence between you feels heavy, weighted with unspoken questions. You want to ask him what happened, why Ross disappeared, but you can’t bring yourself to break the quiet.

Instead, you stare out the window, lost in your thoughts. The city lights blur as you pass by, your mind replaying the evening over and over, trying to piece together what went wrong.

The car comes to a slow stop in front of Matty’s place. You both get out and walk towards your door, however Matty doesn’t pull out his house keys, he knocks.

You furrow your brows, a confused laugh escaping your lips, “what-“

But before you can finish, the door swings open, and there, standing in the doorway, is Ross.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet his. Ross looks just as composed as ever, his gaze steady, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you—an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. You glance back at Matty, who’s smiling that secretive smile again.

“Go on,” Matty says, his voice warm as he gestures for you to go inside first.

You hesitate for a split second, but then you step forward, offering Ross a small, uncertain smile as you do. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Ross replies, his voice deep and even, his expression unreadable.

Matty steps in behind you, closing the door with a soft click. “Hey, mate.”

Your heart is beating so fast you’re sure they can both hear it. You’re still not entirely sure what’s happening, but the way Matty and Ross are looking at you—there’s no mistaking the shared understanding in their gazes.

Matty’s the first to break the silence as he shrugs off his jacket and shoes, “let’s not beat around the bush, I talked to Ross and as you can see he’s here and quite into the idea.”

“D’you want something to drink?” He continues, walking into the kitchen, “I have wine.”

“Wine’s perfect,” Ross says, offering you a warm smile as he settles onto the couch.

You’re hyper-aware of every move, every glance, every shift of his body. The way he leans back, so calm and composed, only adds to that quiet intensity you find so attractive.

Your eyes meet, and there’s something unspoken passing between you—something that makes your heart race all over again. You’re not sure what to say, if you should say anything at all, but Ross seems content just to watch you, his gaze steady and patient, as if he’s waiting for the right moment.

A minute later, Matty returns with a bottle of wine and three glasses. He sets them down on the coffee table, pouring each of you a generous amount before handing you your glass. You take it gratefully, hoping it will calm the nerves that have you feeling like you’re on the edge of something you can’t quite name.

Matty settles in beside you, close enough that his thigh presses against yours, a comforting presence that steadies you a little. He raises his glass with a casual smile. “To this evening,” he says, his voice warm with underlying meaning.

You clink glasses, the sound delicate and sharp in the quiet room. The wine is smooth and rich on your tongue, its warmth spreading through you, loosening some of the tension coiled tight in your chest.

The conversation starts out light—just the three of you chatting about nothing in particular, the familiarity between Matty and Ross easing some of the awkwardness you feel. But there’s an undercurrent to it all, something more, something charged, that lingers just beneath the surface.

Eventually, you find yourself leaning back into the cushions, the warmth of the wine and Matty’s presence making you relax. You’re so caught up in the moment, in the easy flow of conversation, that you almost don’t notice when Ross shifts slightly closer to you on the couch. But then his hand brushes against yours—soft, barely there, but enough to send a spark through you.

You glance up at him, your breath catching as you realize that this is it—this is the moment where things are about to shift. There’s no going back now.

Ross holds your gaze for a moment longer, as if gauging your reaction, then his hand moves with a quiet certainty, resting on your knee. The touch is firm but gentle, his palm warm through the fabric of your jeans. Your heart skips a beat, the reality of the situation sinking in.

Matty, noticing the shift, leans back with a satisfied smirk, taking a sip of his wine as if this is exactly what he was expecting. His hand comes to rest on your lower back, a small but reassuring touch.

“Go on,” Matty murmurs softly, his voice teasing but encouraging. “I think we’ve all been waiting long enough.”

Ross doesn’t need any further prompting. He slides his hand up your thigh, the slow, deliberate motion sending shivers through you. You can feel the tension in the air thickening, the anticipation growing with every second.

“Is this alright?” Ross asks, his voice low, a gravelly timbre that sends a thrill through you.

You nod, your voice catching in your throat for a moment before you manage to whisper, “Yeah, it’s alright.”

That’s all the confirmation Ross needs. He leans in slowly, his lips brushing against your jawline, testing, before he presses a soft, lingering kiss there. It’s gentle, almost tentative, but it sends a wave of warmth through you, your breath hitching as you turn your head slightly to give him better access.

Ross pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. But all you feel is a rush of excitement, the thrill of being in this moment with them, of exploring something you’ve only ever thought about in passing.

When you don’t pull away, Ross moves in again, this time capturing your lips with his in a slow, deliberate kiss. It’s different from Matty’s—less playful, more intense, with a depth that takes your breath away. You respond instinctively, your hand coming up to rest on Ross’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palm.

Matty shifts beside you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “just enjoy it, darling.”

You do. You let yourself sink into the kiss, into the warmth of Ross’s body, into the reassurance of Matty’s presence.

When he pulls back you want to kiss him again but Matty’s moving faster.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.”

You nod and stand up, letting the boys go first.

When you’re in your familiar space Matty undresses himself first, first unbuttoning his white shirt and then pulling his tank top off his torso.

You're not sure where to look - him, or Ross - when he unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans drop to the floor.

You're up next. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your body as he unbuttons your own shirt, peering over your shoulder as he undoes the buttons slowly, one by one until he reaches the bottom. He peels the fabric off of your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, joining his pile of clothes. He unzips your jeans and bends down to help you step out of them and you're stood there in front of Ross, clad in nothing but a bra and panties. "Let him see you," Matty whispers, and you drop your arms.

Ross’ eyes drop down to your body and he smirks, “you’re a gorgeous one, love.”

You gain a bit of confidence and walk towards Ross to intertwine your lips again.

It's a burning ember of feverish desire as he parts himself open and open, tongues slowly rolling against each other until a moan slips out of you. "You like this? Don't think it's weird or anything?"

"M'fine." You answer

"Tell us to stop, we’ll stop.”

"No."

You can feel Matty pressing against your back, the pads of his fingers digging themselves into your flesh, marking the spots where Ross’ lips can't reach as Ross dips into your collarbone and sucks. Hard. He leaves you purple and aching, your neck craned as the your boyfriend dips your head back and gazes down at you.

"Christ, she likes that."

You sigh in bliss, slowly unraveling at the seams.

And oh, your whole body fucking stutters when Ross dips his hand between your legs, causing you to lurch for Matty’s mouth in order to stifle the whiny gasp of surprise knocked out of you. His palm envelops your jaw. He's warm. Wet. Lids moony and lips silky with an indiscernible impatience you can't recognize.

More. Give me more of you.

You jolt as Ross’ other hand carefully unclasps your bra, his nose nudging against the valley of your breasts before he's cupping you in a lazy grasp.

He mouths at your nipples and he savors it. He thanks you. He thanks you with a twist to one of the hardened buds, soothing the area with his tongue before his teeth climb up the front of your neck and he makes you whimper.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty." He hums. "Sensitive thing, aren't you?“

A bite. A bruise. An apologetic kiss even though he's far from sorry.

And while Ross traverses his way up to your mouth, Matty dips down to nurse a path all over your back.

Your shoulders are bare and waiting as he takes your flesh between smiling lips and leaves a glistening trail of wet, open-mouthed pecks on your flexing muscles.

Ross gives you another hungry kiss, only this time it's like you haven't kissed at all. He kisses you like he doesn't already have you yearning and yearning for more. He bites your bottom lip, drawing a raspy gasp from the back of your throat. His nose smashes against your cheek as he moans into you, the taste of cigarettes lingering on your tongue.

"You're so pretty." Matty ruts against your tailbone, collecting your hair into a careful fist and tugging until you're pulled away from your deepening kiss. "Hmm, you like Ross kissing you like this?”

"Yes,” you gasp.

Ross pulls his fingers from you and steps back causing you to try to move forward again to seek the same feeling he gave you seconds ago.

Matty chuckles and moves away from you, sitting against the headboard. “Come here.”

You obey and right as you want to sit on his lap he tuts, “nah, body towards Ross.”

Matty spreads his legs and makes you sit against him, back to his chest.

“Ross,” Matty says, “you have her, right darling?”

“Y- fuck, yes.”

“Can’t believe you’re sharing her with me, such a gorgeous, perfect girl. Bet she likes that, though. Having us both.”

It’s the first time you hear Ross talk like that and it makes your panties even more damp then they already are.

You watch Ross moving closer to the bed while he throws his shirt over his head, his happy trail on full display for you.

Your eyes travel down further, following his hair and stop at his obvious bulge. Your instinct is telling you to help him out but Matty’s got you in his grasp. You’re staying where you are.

“D’you want me to taste you? Make you feel good?”

You nod which causes Ross to throw his head back laughing, “haven’t told her to always use her words, mate?”

“Actually, I have. You’re not going shy on us, are you darling?”

You shake your head but stop when you realize that’s not what they want, “no, of course not.”

Ross chuckles, “course, ‘cause we can’t have that, can we?”

“Not shy,” you say, “just- this is just new.”

“Mhm,” he smiles, hovering over you now.

He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you, then kisses down your jaw and your neck, sucking and biting your skin on his way down.

“It’s alright, love. Relax for us.” He kisses down, down, down until he's reached your pussy. He presses a kiss over the already damp fabric of your underwear and hums in satisfaction. "Lift up," he says, pulling your panties down your legs before tossing the garment to Matty.

Matty catches the fabric, “fucks sake. What a mess she made," Matty comments, rubbing his thumb over the damp spot of your panties. His eyes flicker back down to you as he brings them to his face, inhaling your scent deeply. "They’re drenched. Ross really does it for you, hm.”

Ross grins into the flesh of your inner thighs, proud to trigger the same reaction your boyfriend does. He would never show or admit it but you stroke his ego immensely.

One of your hands finds Ross’ scalp and tugs on his hair, removing the hair tie. He kisses your slick folds, sucking one into his mouth and then the other. Ross dips inside your heat, all warm and slick just for him as he inhales you, tastes you - your musk, your sweet arousal, just like honey on his tongue. He uses the muscle to trace you lazily, more for himself than you before he finds your clit, licking and sucking the sensitive part of you.

His big doe eyes sparkle as he eats you the way he wants to - savoring you and your body. He's all passion and devotion.

“Doesn’t she just taste absolutely divine?” Matty asks behind you, his hand starting to move to your neck, squeezing before it moves over your breast, catching your nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you moan.

Ross only hums against you, sending another wave through your body.

You throw your head back as much as you can, hiding in the crook of Matty’s neck, eyes closing but again, Matty is not satisfied.

“Open your eyes or we’ll stop right now. You wanted Ross and now you’re going to look at him.”

Ross is still lapping between your thighs and you physically can’t open your eyes, mumbling a bunch of ‘sorry’s’ while your hands grip his hair tighter.

Ross turns his head to the side and bites your thigh, not hard but enough to startle. "What did Matty just tell you?" Matty scolds. "Sorry, mate" he mumbles against your skin.

"S'alright. I know she's new to it." Ross’ words go straight to your core. It's that condescending tone, paired with that sugar-sweet smirk on his lips as he says it.

Ross’ tongue and lips on your clit continue to work magic. He eats you like it's not something he's doing for you, but to you, his own endeavor. It's all lust and hunger, fingertips bruising your skin under his vice-like grip, tongue relentlessly laving over your sex. His beard gently scratches your inner thighs, rubs you raw so that you'll be feeling him in the coming days after this.

“There we go, baby. Fuck, you take good care of my girl, don’t you, Ross?”

You writhe and grind against Ross’ mouth, attempting to take some semblance of control over your pleasure. Ross swats your ass cheek and holds you still. You're gonna take what he gives you, feel exactly what he wants you to. Feel his aquiline nose circling your clit, his tongue dipping in and out of your slick hole. You let out moans, pleasure building quickly. You feel it everywhere - deep in your gut, up your spine, down your legs.

Matty listens to everything while paying good attention to your nipples and sucking marks into the skin on your neck.

“You close, love?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “so close.”

"Not yet, Ross," Matty says. And Ross listens. Your mouth drops, your eyes wide and dismayed like a wounded animal as he retreats from you, his lips and chin shiny with your juices. You look at Ross with that same hurt expression.

"Hey. Don't you pout at him like that," Matty barks.

A contrite look washes over your face and you apologize quickly, "sorry.”

Ross looks impressed by the way you submit yourself so readily to him. "Don’t worry about it,” he purrs.

Matty moves from behind you and scoots to the left side of the bed, motioning to Ross to take his place, who sheds off his suit pants right now.

He takes a second to press his palm down his bulge to try to release a bit of pressure.

“Fuckin‘ hurts, doesn’t it?“ You take your eyes off Ross to look at your boyfriend. Matty‘s palming himself over his boxers in a slow, torturous pace, pre cum staining the fabric.

“Yeah, but it’s worth it.”

You turn around, kneeling on the bed waiting for anything.

Ross lays down exactly like Matty did and Matty copy’s Ross’ action, laying exactly next to him.

“Sit,” Matty orders, pointing at the thigh closest to Ross. “Take care of him.”

“What about you?”

You lean into him when he touches your cheek, “don’t worry about me, yeah? I’m enjoying the show.”

You accept his answer and move onto Matty’s thigh, his muscles immediately giving you a little friction which you will absolutely use for your own pleasure.

You wait until Ross got rid of his boxers and fuck, he’s big. You don’t want to start comparing in your head but it’s clear that Ross is bigger, in length and in thickness.

A shared moan from Ross and yourself cuts your thinking short as you give his long shaft an experimental tug, running your thumb over his shiny slit till he's hissing at you.

"Just like that, love." Ross groans, a hand coming to stroke the back of your head till he's grasping the nape of your neck and making you watch yourself stroke his cock. "See what you do to me, s’ incredible.”

“christ... fuck, your hand feels so good.”

His chin tilts back, eyes rolling into his skull as you crudely lick the palm of your hand and reach for his balls, coating him in a glistening film that has you drooling beneath the surface. "Let me make you feel good, please?"

"Yeah? That what you want?" He grits out, sighing as you drag your tongue along the ink on his pelvis.

"Please?"

"I could never say no" Ross hums, leaning back against Matty’s shoulder, your tiny fist instantly reaches for his heavy cock. He nods at it, dropping his look from your clouded eyes to where his cock rests against his lower stomach. "It's all yours.”

You test the waters out by rolling your hips against Matty’s thigh, moaning his name out in the process. When Matty supports you by holding on to your hips, you don’t stop, grinding your clit down harder.

Fingers covered in saliva as you pump Ross in your grasp, massaging the sensitive ridge under his tip with each upward stroke. A squeeze to his shaft everytime Matty grips your hips and makes you grind against him rubbing your clit just the way you need him to. Ross’ hands wander over your neck, gripping you flush against him until you're leaning over to take his cock into your mouth.

“Such a lovely girl,” Ross groans as you take him, lips suctioning around the aching head of his dick before you're dragging your tongue down the velvety, wet base of him. He shudders visibly once again. "Jesus fucking Christ, babe. you’re p-perfect.”

You try to suck him in deeper when your own movements get faster, his mouth back around your nipple, biting and licking as Ross instinctively pushes on the back of your head and shoves you further down his cock. He holds you there, mewling at the way saliva and cum dribble down his ruddy shaft, pooling around his balls.

“Baby,” you hum back in response, continuing to move yourself up and down his thigh.

The pressure in your lower belly grows quickly, the ruined orgasm from earlier building. Moans, whines and whimpers are leaving your lips as your hips move faster and faster, desperate for some release.

“Matty,” you whine, sound muffled by Ross’ cock down your throat. Your hands gripping onto soft skin on Ross’ hips while Matty’s lips are still attached to your neck, nipping and kissing and sucking at you.

“Are you going to cum for us, baby?” you nod your head rapidly, a whiney ‘uh huh’ falling from your mouth which falls open as you screw your eyes shut. A mantra of ‘please, please, Matty’ can be heard as you speed up your movements, moving more harshly against his thighs, now, as you get really close.

“Be a good girl, love,” his voice is husky, his words and his hands gripping your hips and the friction makes you fall over the edge. Your legs seized up, but you continue moving, hoping to make it last as long as possible, ‘fuck’s and ‘oh god’s fall from your lips, alongside matty’s name.

“fuck, you’re so good for us,” your hips slow as your orgasm comes to an end.

“Should I pull off?” Ross asks, still groaning as you move up and down his cock.

“Nah, let her taste you. She deserves that.”

“Yeah, fuck, course.”

You flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, relishing in the way Ross’ dick twitches.

“I- christ. I’m coming.” He paints your tongue with his hot, salty spend, ropes and ropes of it spurting from his thick, twitching cock. He fucks your mouth through his orgasm, his thrusts turning slower, more shallow in time as you take every last bit of his come, swallowing it all. 

“Sorry, was that too much?” He pants.

“No,” you smile, leaning forward to kiss him, squeezing his dick one hard time so he groans into your mouth allowing you to slip him the tongue, showing him how he feels.

“Minx,” he breathes against your mouth.

Matty watches the both of you in awe, still holding on to you hips but moving closer to the both of your faces.

He grips Ross’ jaw, moving him away from you to repeat the motion you just did. You feel yourself clench around Matty’s soaked thigh at the view of the both of them making out.

They’re lazily slipping each other the tongue, breathing in each others mouths and Ross gripping the back of Matty’s neck to not stop whatever they’re doing.

Matty’s the only one who didn’t finish tonight and it’s obvious. He bucking his hips into the air, not gaining any friction and therefore whining against Ross’ lips.

You decide to make him feel good as well, he’s the reason you’re having fun with Ross and you don’t want him to feel like you don’t care anymore.

You pull his boxers off of him, his cock springing up to his stomach, burning red and aching. You spit into your hand and press your palm against the tip at first, watching as he struggles to keep kissing Ross.

“Fucking christ,” he moans, not wasting any second to start thrusting himself into your hand, “fuck.”

You keep your pace slow, your other hand gripping his balls trying to get every sound out of him as possible.

He swats your hand away when you try to speed up.

“Need to be inside my girl now, show Ross how good you are.”

“Yeah, yes.”

Matty grins at Ross before gripping your waist and pushing himself on top of you.

You know he’s desperate because he slides inside of you immediately, no teasing, no mocking, he just needs you.

He slides inside you inch by inch, letting you feel the delicious stretch, fingernails deep into his shoulder, face in his neck.

His chest rises and falls in tandem with yours, both of you sharing in the euphoria. "Fuckin’ hell.”

Matty whispers in your ear, teeth nipping your earlobe, tongue soothing it over. “You're doing so good, love, look so pretty spread open.”

You feel yourself growing slicker and sweatier at his words until, finally; he's fully sheathed inside you.

You're so full. He's taken over your senses; plugging you, filling you to the brim.

"Move, Matty. Please."

He's crowding over you, fucking into you. It's a heady realisation: you urge him on, and his thrusts deepen, and you're already cresting the wave, riding the blisstul sensation of him inside you.

“Ross-“ you moan, “do something, please.”

Matty nods and Ross reaches between Matty’s and your body playing with your clit, dragging his thumb around the sensitive bud.

Matty looks down at where Ross’ hand is and his hips falter, “fuck, I’m not gonna last long.”

Matty’s breathing is ragged. You feel him everywhere, fucking you in a way you've never experienced before. You're so close, and you know he is too.

"Want one more from you first, darling.“

“And I want-“ you whine, “Ross inside, next time, please.”

Ross’ eyes widen but he smirks and kisses your cheek, “Is Matty not enough? Need me as well, you’re filthier than I thought.”

Matty’s hand closes round your throat, claiming you as his own. “This is not the last time we’re doing this, don’t worry.”

You bite and scratch and sob in his arms, falling over the edge as your legs shake around him.

Ross grins at the both of you, his thumb still putting pressure on you.

You can hear Matty, vaguely, calling you his good girl, telling you he's coming, painting you with him.

Foreheads pressed together.

You're sticky with him, drenched in sweat, and sated beyond belief.

He kisses you, tenderly this time. In a way that feels more strangely intimate than anything that's already passed between you both.

“Fuck.”

“Can’t believe we just did that,” Matty says, pulling out of you and rolling over leaving you in the middle of you and Ross.

You’re cocooned between them, the heat of their bodies surrounding you, their breaths slowing as the adrenaline fades. Matty's arm is draped possessively around your waist, his leg tangled with yours, anchoring you to him. Ross, on your other side, has his leg thrown over both of you, his large hand resting comfortably on your thigh. The room is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something else—something tender that lingers in the quiet moments that follow.

You turn your head toward Matty, your eyes meeting his. There’s a softness in his gaze now, the teasing edge gone, replaced by something far more vulnerable. You lean in to kiss him, your lips brushing against his with a gentle sweetness that contrasts sharply with the intensity of everything that came before. He kisses you back, slow and languid, as if savoring every second, every taste of you.

When you pull away, you shift slightly to face Ross, who’s been watching the two of you with a small, satisfied smile. You reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in for a kiss as well. His hand tightens on your thigh as he kisses you back, his lips warm and insistent, drawing out a quiet sigh from deep within you.

When you finally break apart, Ross rests his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “You enjoyed yourself then?” he asks, his voice low and slightly rough from exertion.

You can’t help but smile, nodding as you let out a contented sigh. “Of course,” you murmur, the words heavy with truth. “That was… incredible.”

Ross chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Good,” he says, his thumb brushing over your hip in a soothing motion. “That’s what we wanted.”

Your eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion tugging at the edges of your consciousness now that the adrenaline has worn off. You yawn, nestling closer to Matty, your body sinking into the mattress as the comforting weight of his arm wraps around you.

Matty chuckles softly, noticing the way your body is starting to relax. “You’re knackered, aren’t you?” he teases, his tone gentle, a stark contrast to the commanding edge he had before. “You can sleep, darling. I’ll clean you up.”

You nod sleepily, feeling safe and secure between them, every muscle in your body heavy and warm. “Thanks,” you mumble, your eyes already starting to close.

Matty presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Rest now,” he whispers, his hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on your back.

Ross stays put next to you and when Matty’s done with cleaning you up you all fall asleep next to each other.

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if it's alright may i request saitama, genos, and garou with a fem reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w mixed w sfw hc's pls :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

aight bruh. I have experience in this field

If he had a Big Tittied S/O

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SFW

He don't like you borrowing certain t-shirts cause you stretch them out and make that weird sag in the front. He specifically got 2 shirts a couple sizes up to avoid that

He comments often about your back hurting he doesn't know how you do it fr he feels bad

Crumb magnets, we can all agree. Always says some shit like, "Saving some for later?" when you eat something that he knows will cause that. Definitely laughing at you

N/SFW

Hope u like breast/nipple play bc it's basically mandatory for him (with consent ofc) Sometimes he just does it cause he's bored. Like he doesn't want to have full on sex he just wants to play with them and get you going like organic stim toys

Falls asleep on them midway through sometimes. Best sleep he gets

The internal struggle between wanting to fuck you hard enough because the way they bounce is just cool to him and not wanting to hurt you/temporarily paralyze you waist down so you can't do shit

If you wear any sort of pretty lingerie/leather it's gurenteed you won't be going anywhere for a few hours. Or days. The outfit might be ruined too. He gets quite animalistic

SFW

He has the math on the actual size of them thanks to endless shameless staring to perform the calculations. So take him bra shopping with you, cause he WILL know what will fit or not.

Same with shirts he'll tell you if they'll flatter your shape or squish out wrong. And he don't care if you stretch his shirts out on accident

Somehow knows if someone is staring and will confront them loudly (a bit of possessive jealousy if you will)

N/SFW

I've HC that Genos loves all things squishy matter what part of the body it is, so he does like hugging/squeezing them. Not always in a sexual way, though. He's just been metal for so long he's forgotten what his own flesh felt like so it's more of fascination.

Aside from that he likes having you grind/hop on his dick while he's sitting up/against something, say like on a couch, as he sucks on your tits

How he had the conversation of getting micro vibrators installed in his fingertips, you'll never know. Might have installed them himself to avoid that explanation. Very handy for universal use!

You got polka dot tits always. That's where most of the hickeys go. You can't wear low collar nothing for SHIT. It might be done on purpose

SFW

Dude is insensitive to how sensitive tiddies can be, pain wise. He likes fucking around and squeezing/poking them to get on your nerves. It's recommended if he keeps up his bullshit to punch him in his own tiddy.

Missing a bra? He's wearing it and waiting for you to notice. Always in the outside of his clothes or his head over his hair

He never realized how useful they were at holding shit and insists you help him with looting shit from places, or stores.

N/SFW

Absolute tits dude hands down he's got mommy issues. They make him more submissive if he focuses on them too much. So while he likes teasing/sucking them, if he gets too into it he starts switching up

While his preference is being on top, he can't help but watch how they move when you're on top. It's a consistent internal struggle. The visual of it makes him cum faster

Same with boob jobs, he's not lasting more than 3 minutes max. Essentially, big tiddies are the magic to get you a very whiney, submissive bitch if you choose embrace that power

He likes cumming on them so whether it's oral or vaginal/anal he pulls out to cum on them

(edit: corrected the spelling and took out "bitch" because y'all ain't bitches)

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vacationing with isagi while he’s abroad for a game or training is so <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, semi-smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, vacationing, being spoiled woo, being picked up, wearing a bikini, possession, little bit of smut towards the end, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

like say you’re in Italy and he gets a few days off between matches so he has you flown out first class and as soon as possible. he lets you plan an itinerary of all the things you’ve ever wanted to do with the time you have — trying gelato, visiting historical monuments or scenic walks.

isagi packs a fanny pack of all of your essentials because he knows you have a tendency to forget things. lip balm, sanitiser, a spare sun hat and a stick of spf because all you have in your massive tote bag is gifts for all of his friends back home in the form of an assortment of key chains and fridge magnets. he dresses like a dad, bless his heart. in a bucket hat that matches the colour of your sun dress, shorts and a t-shirt you’ve chosen for him.

isagi tries not to let his hands wander on days where you lounge on the beach. you’ve asked him to put on your sunscreen, and he’s cheeky with it — massaging the cool liquid into the expanse of your skin, rubbing out the knots in your lower back and shoulders so that you let out adorable squeaks and moans.

“do you need me to go lower?” yoichi will groan into the shell of your ear once his calloused hands reach the base of your spine, teasing you from over your cute little bikini bottoms.

you reach back to shove him off with an angelic smile and devilish eyes to match. “later, yoichi.”

he’ll let you drag him over the sandy shoreline and straight to the enticing blue of the ocean that rivals his eyes — glaring at anyone who dares to look your way. it’s a little stupid, he wants you all to himself, doesn’t want anyone to get to take in your beauty, your lucious figure, your dazzling expression the way he does. isagi nearly bites the head off of the poor guy who makes the mistake of glancing your way when you dip your toes into the water and your chest jiggles a little (you bounce away from its coldness).

isagi who has to lift you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his unfairly slender waist, to actually get you into the water. despite how pretty it looks, the sea is cold and you grip onto the pro player for dear life the further he walks away from dry land. he’s in waist deep, calm waves lapping at his slightly tanned skin and abs, when isagi kisses you slowly and drags out your bottom lip to distract you from the mere fact that he plans to dunk you in the water.

he forgets your arms around his neck as you drag him beneath the aquamarine surface with you — a melody of both of your giggles tangling with the salty sea air.

isagi orders you as many dishes, from each restaurant you stop at, as you want — happily spooning a portion of his risotto into your open mouth because you’d forgotten to order it for yourself and grinning when you kick your feet out in a happy dance. he thinks you’re so cute.

and later, on your last night, isagi makes love to you against rose petal sheets that he’d requested from the hotel staff. his tongue rolls over yours and his hips pin you to the bed and you can’t escape because he barely gives you the room to breathe while pouring all of his love into you. it’s overwhelming, crushed by the weight of him while pounds you to high heavens and you can’t help but cry because tomorrow isagi will belong to Japan, belong to the world and it won’t just be you two lovers exploring cobblestone streets and fruit markets anymore.

“you don’t need to think about that right now,” isagi mouths the words against your neck sloppily, his hands reaching between your intertwined and sweaty bodies to thumb at your clit. “s’just you ‘n me, precious. ‘n when this is all over, i’ll take you to another city. another place a-and i’ll fall in love with you again.” he somehow manages to hiccup between slow grinds and lewd squelches.

and you believe him, because no matter where soccer takes yoichi, your heart will always follow.