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[haliaiii]

College admission results got me feeling my highest highs and my lowest lows 😭

[sanchos]

life without antidepressants is not it

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?! Pt.2

preview: You called him your boyfriend? Why would you do that? Draken isn't sure he's cut out to be the boyfriend to Takemichi's precious little sister...

ft. Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 9kish... help 🫠🤪😰😵‍💫🥴🤡

W. NFSW 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end 🥹🥹

an. The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encapsulates how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. I'm so very happy to be reposting this piece on this blog to share with yall, it’s literally so important to me <33 and I’m so so happy this is the fic that is bringing back my writing spark! Part 3 will hopefully be even better than this 🙏🏼🤭 Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

extra note: Listen to “Nothings gonna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <33

tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork and @shoyosdoll bc you've been such a supporter of this fic hehe <33 i hope you love part 2 as much as part 1 <33

“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?” 

There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary. 

“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.” 

“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call. 

“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s. 

“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple. 

If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him. 

But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth. 

“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life. 

“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 

“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!” 

“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock. 

“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”

“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock. 

And he loved every second of it. 

“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming hoarse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit. 

“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix. 

Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly. 

“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard. 

He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realises just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips. 

You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily. 

“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom. 

“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base. 

Man knew he was in heaven. 

When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye. 

“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that. 

His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title? 

“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”

One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”

“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist. 

“Well, yea–”

“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin. 

“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”

And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place. 

You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–

Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got. 

“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets. 

“You don’t have to be so mean–” 

“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–” 

When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white. 

“Hey–” 

“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–” 

“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground. 

“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw– 

“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face. 

“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him. 

Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him? 

Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head. 

Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal? 

He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles. 

“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you. 

He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag. 

“Fuck—!“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest. 

Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what? 

You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong? 

Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go? 

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. 

It had been a week. 

One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time. 

“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.” 

Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last. 

“Don’t shut me out like this.” 

And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest. 

You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now? 

Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend. 

All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy. 

He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow. 

That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter. 

Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him. 

“Hey–” 

“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”

“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.

His sweet little crybaby. 

“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay baby…” 

“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.” 

He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you. 

“I know, I know little love and–” 

“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you–”

“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that. 

“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because– 

“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. 

“Well to start, there’s your brother–” 

“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–” 

“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words. 

“What are you so afraid of?”  

That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question. 

Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer. 

“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.” 

There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips. 

He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you. 

“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.” 

Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself. 

So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.

You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back. 

What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. 

“Ya know m’working–” 

“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organising threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?” 

“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of– 

“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.” 

“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya. 

“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”

“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.

“Bet you haven’t even showered.” 

“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?” 

“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.” 

Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s. 

But not without a shower first. 

Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face. 

“Would you look at that, he showered.”

Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up. 

“So, what's got you fucked up?” 

“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. 

“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–” 

“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.” 

“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”

Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up. 

“What about her?” 

“You were seeing her–” 

“I was not.” 

Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head. 

“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.” 

“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself. 

“So, did you two break up?”

“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter. 

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.” 

“Watch your mouth man–” 

“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.” 

Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.” 

Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave– 

“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?” 

“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms. 

“So, let yourself be happy, dude.” 

“But she’s another little sister–” 

“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! I’m joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.” 

Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down. 

“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s. 

“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.” 

Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.” 

“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.” 

Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right. 

I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left. 

Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again. 

He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto– 

You. 

You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact. 

He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside. 

“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault– 

“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. 

That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual. 

After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy. 

It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees. 

He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch. 

He wanted you to be that comfortable again. 

“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–” 

There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”

He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t babygirl, m’tryna apologise to you–” 

“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again!” Your voice cracks and Ken has to chuckle under his breath, but there's no bite to his laughter, only fondness. “Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–” 

That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them. 

“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…” 

This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks. 

Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound. 

Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head. 

“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.

Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again– 

His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips. 

“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him. 

You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip. 

“Oh fuck—“ 

Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever. 

You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip. 

“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me pretty girl.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag– 

He’d save it for another time. 

“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up. 

“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going lil love.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded. 

“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.” 

From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit. 

“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion. 

“K-Ken–” 

“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.” 

You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”  

You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest. 

“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realise existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face. 

“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?” 

You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together. 

“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–” 

And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage. 

“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–” 

His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.” 

He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you. 

“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…” 

Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft air, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with. 

Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride. 

“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans. 

“Fine, just won’t hold your hand, brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones. 

Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…

He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake. 

“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.” 

When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.” 

“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before. 

“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips. 

“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at. 

And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. 

“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–” 

“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.” 

“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.” 

“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer. 

And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier. 

“Well, what the fuck is this–” 

“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch. 

“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”

“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.” 

There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath. 

“Classic sister fucker–”

“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.” 

“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again. 

“Now why would you say that you ass–”

“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis. 

“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder. 

And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence. 

“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”

“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled. 

“I can’t wait to be with him, forever!”

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[leclercvsx]

Show off | SMAU

LANDO NORRIS

pairings: Lando x footballer!reader

summary: Lando is dating reader, who’s a football player for arsenal WFC & Lioness’ and Lando isn’t shy when it comes to reminding people that he is readers boyfriend.

warnings: storylines do not add up, i’m pretty much making them up on the spot!

face claim: Alessia Russo (loml)

note: I KNOW IM LATE BUT OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE LANDO WON HIS FIRST RACE!!!I WAS SCREAMING WHEN HE CROSSED THAT LINE😭

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yourusername: Evenings at Wembley✨Only onwards and upwards from here🦁💕

landonorris: my girlfriend everyone, look at her go😁😁

leahwilliamson: i don’t know what she’s told you, but she’s MY girlfriend😐

ellatoone: i think you’ve both been mistaken, she’s actually my girlfriend

landonorris: i will fight both of you (virtually because i would never hit a woman🙏🏼)

yourusername: calm down girls, there’s plenty of me to go around😛

lionesses: 🦁❤️

carlossainz: Great game Y/n! Lando made sure all of us watched it

yourusername: thank you, Carlos! i’m sorry Lando put you through that😔

danielricciardo: don’t be sorry, Y/n. We loved watching you play🙏🏼

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fan1: Lando forcing the grid to watch the Lioness’s games sounds so funny to me😭😭

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landonorris

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landonorris: Celebrating my first win AND celebrating my girlfriend winning her match🙏🏼🧡

tagged: yourusername, mclaren

yourusername: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

yourusername: You deserve this!!!

yourusername: it’s also very sweet that you included my win, BUT THIS IS ALL ABOUT YOU🧡🧡

landonorris: your wins are my wins and my wins are your wins❤️

oscarpiastri: that was cringe

leahwilliamson: i agree with pastry

oscarpiastri: thanks but that is NOT my name

yourusername: it is now x

carlossainz55: congrats, you deserve it💪

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mclaren: here’s to many more🧡

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yourusername: enjoyed the off-season with this muppet, time to get back to training💪

tagged: landonorris

landonorris: i miss you

yourusername: it’s been less than 24 hours since we last saw eachother

landonorris: i miss you

leahwilliamson: im gonna enjoy seeing you everyday and rubbing it in Lando’s face😅

landonorris: i hate you

leahwilliamson: your girlfriends about to become mine

landonorris: back🤺off🤺

yourusername: Leah, be nice👀

francisca.cgomes: gonna miss seeing you in the paddock :(

yourusername: i’m gonna miss you too😔

lilymhe: don’t worry, we’ll all be there for that world cup final😉

yourusername: hopefully we make it😅

carmenmmundt: you WILL make it, we’re manifesting it

fan1: the way the wags interact with her😭😭😭

fan2: i KNOW it’s so cute

fan3: well she is a wag too, let’s not forget

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yourusername replied: i love you😭😭

landonorris: i love you too❤️

fan1 replied: she’s so cute omg

lilymhe replied: she’s gonna smash the world cup

leahwilliamson replied: she went out with me before you by the way

landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE

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yourusername: absolutely gutted and heartbroken, but it just wasn’t meant to be. I’m so unbelievably proud and grateful to be apart of this special team. No one else i would want to be on this journey with🤍

I want to say a huge thank you to everyone that came out to support us and those of you at home who have supported us from the very start. We’ll all cherish these memories forever.

For now we’ll all rest up and recover and come back better than ever🦁🤍

alexgreenwood5: ❤️

1maryearps: ❤️❤️❤️

keirawalsh: ❤️

landonorris: you did great baby, you’ll win the next one🫶

carlossainz55: you did very well!

lilymhe: you did unbelievably well, Y/n. The next time you will win, i swear❤️

yourusername: thanks guys, sorry i disappointed you all❤️

landonorris: stop that. you didn’t disappoint anyone.

fan1: i’m sobbing

fan2: you were great, it just wasn’t meant to be :(

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yourusername replied: thank you for everything

landonorris: no need to thank me❤️

leahwilliamson replied: as much as i hate to admit it, i’m glad you’re taking care of her

fan1 replied: that’s so cute

danielricciardo replied: you are such a simp

landonorris: shut the fuck up

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i’m so proud of Lando’s first win. i was literally SCREAMING when he won. i didn’t wanna jinx it so i kept my cool and was just focusing on the gap between him and max but when he crossed that line me and my friend screamed and clapped😭😭

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Wait do you know of any fics where Steve is a virgin??? Currently obsessed with both young virgin Steve and post serum virgin Steve I need more stuff to read about him 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Not calling you out, you're totally, perfectly fine, kinks are kinks and I don't give a fuck about the existance of virginity kink--I can see the appeal myself, even if it's typically not something I'm interested in--but I do feel personally compelled to mention at the head of this: virginity doesn't fucking matter. It's constructed. It doesn't mean anything. Do what the fuck you want with your body in whatever capacity that means to you from not fucking until marriage or fucking all the time or anywhere between.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do 👀 The fic I'm currently working on includes post-serum virigin Steve, so...

"Money Magic"

But, also, have these following fics. I haven't read all of them, but from my understanding, they're all good!

"Blooming Under the Dappled Light" by thiccbuckybarnes

*this fic technically is tagged as virgin Bucky, but thicc writes such good fics, I can't leave them off this list!

"Take You With Me" by howdoyousleep, the1918

"and when I walk away (you take off runnin’ and come right after me)" by orphan_account

"Sweeter than Sugar" by SnowWriter

"My Lord" by OhCaptainMyCaptain

"You Can Be My First Time" by Lavenderkittykat

Unfortunately, those are all the ones I know of off the top of my head. Hopefully, you enjoy them, though!

[turtletaubwrites]

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist

This completed series means a lot to me, so I've made this masterlist to keep it all in one place, as well as to include asks from those who relate the story, and some resources for those who related to the reader's pain a little too much. I've also included a link to a post where I share my intentions with this story, as well as my feelings about how bad our bad doctor really is. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: YANDERE!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.

Author's Note: PLEASE heed the tags below, and do not read this fic if you aren't comfortable with these topics. Some of these medical issues may or may not have come from personal experience 🙃

*I am not a doctor, and this is not meant to be educational, or to contain any health advice. Please seek a health professional. Hopefully you'll have better luck than the reader 🙄

Thank you so much @anemptypuddingcup for this request. You helped me write one of my favorite stories 🙏🏼🖤

Part 1 ~ (2679) | Part 2 ~ (4447) | Part 3 ~ (3208) | Part 4 ~ (3451) | Part 5 ~ (2974) Part 6 ~ END ~ (4224) | Author's Notes About the Message & Law's True Nature

If you relate to the chronic pain symptoms and joint issues that the reader has, you might want to learn about hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and hypermobility spectrum disorders. Here's a couple links to get you started: The Ehlers-Danlos Society The Ehlers-Danlos Support UK hEDS Diagnostic Criteria *Once again, I am not a doctor. Please seek advice from a medical professional. I hope that you find one that supports and listens to you. You deserve to be treated with respect and compassion. I believe your pain. 🖤

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Yandere, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Hypermobility, Medical Examination, Medical Trauma, Medical Conditions, Chronic Pain, Injury, Physical Disability, Physical Therapy, Doctor/Patient, Abuse of Authority, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to be Added, (Reader is described as having hair "above her shoulders" that she can brush), Needles, Drugs, Arguing, Massage, Praise Kink, Pain, Dissociation, Humiliation, Gaslighting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, (Implied), Birth Control, Menstruation, Discussion of Pregnancy, Brief/Implied Discussion of Sterilization Surgery, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Hand & Finger Kink, Blood, Spit, Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Cunnilingus, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

Asks from People Who Relate to the Story: | Ask 1 | Ask 2 | Ask 3 |

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[leclercsainzz]

hello darling,

idk if i asked already but i was listening to “moth to a flame” and i was wondering if you could do a smau with the ferrari boys to this song, please:) maybe she’s dating one of them but sneaking behind his back with the other (i swear i’m not into cheating i just wanted to request something with drama lol)

MOTH TO A FLAME

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader / carlos sainz x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: || cheating

part 1 - part 2

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yourusername: my heart <33 (no, charles didn’t cook)

tagged: @charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: you underestimate me, mon amour:( i’ll cook you something that’ll have you asking for more

charles_leclerc: i still love you though 😘

user: thanks for the clarification, babe!

↳ user: wait what happened?

↳ user: he uploaded a pic of yn holding the bowl captioning it, “cooked dinner for my love” on his story lmaoo 😂

user: “no, charles didn’t cook” not her exposing his ass

pierregasly: his story scared me a bit, ngl 🤣 i thought the food was gonna go to waste

↳ user: PIERRE 😭😭

user: they’re literally the cutest, i swear

user: my yncharles heart 😩

user: the way he’s looking at her in the last pic

↳ user: he’s soo in love with her, it’s too cute 😩

user: i just know carlos was laughing thinking charles actually attempted to “cook” after seeing his story

yourusername

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yourusername: small vacay dump(:

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user: my favorites!!!

user: parents frr

user: i love the fact that he’s always smiling whenever he’s around yn 😭 they’re meant to be

charles_leclerc: you take my breath away ❤️ i love you

↳ yourusername: ❤️

↳ user: they are the reason i believe in love

danielricciardo: where was my invite?

user: my parents, eveyone!!! 😩

user: obsessed with you both

pierregasly: cute! (the last slide , that is) 🤪

↳ yourusername: hating ass

user: the cutest 🥺

user: charles, can i please have yn 🙏🏼 @charles_leclerc

user: yn, babe, come home the kids miss you

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: él sabe donde está realmente tu corazón?

see translation: does he know where your heart truly lies?

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user: sir, was the first pic necessary? 😩

user: weird way to propose but YES

user: oou what’s up with the caption? 👀

user: don’t let the thirst trap distract you from the caption

↳ user: I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO HE’S TALKING ABOUT

charles_leclerc: oh wow 😍

maxverstappen1: george russell who?

↳ georgerussell63: he learned from the best (me, obviously)

↳ carlossainz55: nO

user: the caption might not even mean anything but like?? 👀 who could he be referring to??!???

user: ima choose to ignore the caption and focus on YOU because my oh myyy 😮‍💨

user: was he seeing anyone that i didn’t know about??!?

yourusername

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yourusername: race week with MY fav driver AND lover 😌

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user: MY FAV WAG!!!

user: mother asf 😍

charles_leclerc: you’re too beautiful, stop distracting me 😩

carlossainz55: of course

↳ user: it’s okay carlos, you’re my favorite driver 😌

user: mother and father looking good as always!!

user: yn, babe, we get it he’s yours 😭 no need to emphasize on the “my” or “and”

↳ user: not me being jealous of him

danielricciardo: i thought i was your favorite driver?

↳ yourusername: 😲

user: yn really knows how to make him smile huh 😒

↳ user: wishing i was her rn

↳ user: nah, i’m wishing i was him

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: not the results we wanted today, but hopefully tomorrow will be a better day with no distractions!

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user: you got this!!

user: head up, charles! ❤️

user: it’s soo hard being a ferrari fan, i can’t 😭

user: what happened today?!???!? that turned looked like it was done intentional

↳ user: i don’t think charles would do that to carlos or himself

user: nah cause there was a lot of tension between carlos and charles … something happened between the two

↳ user: we need our girl yn to spill the tea cause 👀

user: i’m disappointed 😩 we could’ve had a great quali

user: i’m choosing to blame the cars

user: does anybody know where yn was? i missed seeing my girl on screen even if it’s like a second

↳ user: pretty sure she didn’t go today

[motherlvr]

okay so idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls but i would love to see a miles morales (earth 42) w a reader who’s like lorelai gilmore (rambles a lot, is very funny/witty, says a lot of obscure pop culture references a lot and teases people a lot lot) idk i feel like the two would have some very silly interactions 😈 (love ur work btw 😘🙏🏼)

this req was so fun to write, tysm for the req! sprinkled in some stuff so she isn't exactly lorelai, but hopefully i did the prompt justice!

wc: 1.6k

pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x (lorelai gilmore!) f! reader

warnings: friends with lots of tension, cursing, this has the iconic "will you just stand still?" scene from gilmore girls, possessiveness

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"Lucy, I'm home!" You loudly announced as you swung the door open and let yourself into Miles' dorm. Apparently, both of you were past knocking.

Looking up at you, who had broken into his dorm, he pointed out "You ain't even room here."

"What do you mean? We're like Troy and Annie at this point." Aside from the fact that their relationship was more one-sided and they never ended up together. You were hoping your story would have a different outcome.

Miles was tranquility laying on his bed with his back against the wall before you let yourself into his room. Making yourself at home on his bed with him, you sat next to him. He pulled your legs on top of his and said, “What're you here for, ma?" You thought he sounded like a fellow convict asking you what crime you committed. You stated, "Conspiracy, apparently."

Usually, when you came by, you always wanted to sneak off campus. He was too familiar with you to not know what your intentions were from the minute you stepped in. You couldn't tell if you hated or loved how he could see through you. He narrowed his eyes at you and you defended yourself, "What? I can’t come see my favorite guy? You always think I'm schemin' some diabolical shit."

Shaking his head at you and giving you a small smirk, he asked, "You tryna go out or sum?" "Yeah, bet you'd like that huh." You cheekily teased, suppressing a snort at your own joke.

He already knew why you barged into his dorm, so he said, "Yea, I would. Let's go, ma." He guided you up and you both walked through the door of his room. You had to stifle a giggle as the both of you ran down the hallway and snuck past the security guard. Exiting out of a side door of the dormitory, you both successfully escaped. After all the times you've snuck out together, the route out just became muscle memory.

Walking down the bustling streets of Brooklyn, you felt alive. Holding Miles' arm, you noticed a new bakery had opened up. "Oh, let's go try it out, Miles!" You exclaimed, pulling him along. As Miles opened the door for you, the sweet aroma of newly baked goods filled your senses.

Stepping up to view the large menu that was hung up, you were distracted by all of the options when someone called out your name. It was a worker of the bakery, a friend of yours. Beckoning you over, he greeted you. "I haven't seen you in a hot minute. You look as good as ever." He winked at you. This made Miles' eye twitch subtly. Miles slowly unwrapped your hand that was resting on his arm and set his arm on your waist instead. To which your little guy friend didn't get the hint Miles was sending him.

You giggled at him, "It's been forever. How've you been?" Miles tuned out your whole conversation with him. He stood protectively next to you, as stoic as ever.

As you finally wrapped up your conversation with the other guy, you ordered take-out rather than dining in. Sitting down next to Miles, you waited for your orders. You swore you saw steam coming out of Miles' ears. "What's with you?" You asked him. "Nothin'." He said. It was bullshit, and you knew it.

Your orders came up and Miles couldn't wait to bolt out of there. Picking up the order, Miles wasted no time in putting his hand around your waist and rushing you out the door. "Damn Miles, stop movin' so fast. Usually, I'd be into that, but-" He shut you up before you could say anything outrageous by stuffing a piece of a Churro into your mouth. You muffled a "What the hell?"

As you both sat on the ledge of the student dormitory's rooftop, you watched the sun slowly set. You both sat shoulder-to-shoulder, eating the churros that you had picked up earlier. Miles seemed to be in a better mood than earlier. Swinging your feet over the edge of the building, you said to Miles,

"I was taking this quiz on the internet, right?" Turning his head to you, he asked, "What quiz?"

You responded, "You know, one of those 'What Movie Are You?' quizzes on the internet." Miles nodded his head in acknowledgment and you continued "And guess what it said," He tilted his head at you and hummed, urging you to continue.

"Marley & Me!" You chuckled, "Which is crazy, 'cause I don't even have a dog. Then I was thinking. And maybe I'm reaching here, but I figured out the meaning!" Taking a bite of your churro, you said, covering your mouth. "You're like, my Marley."

Furrowing his brows at you, he said, "Mami, Marley was a dog."

"Yeah, but just overlook that for a second. Although Marley drove John batshit crazy, he brought out the best in John. I'm like John, and you're Marley!" You exclaimed like you had just discovered a new species.

Miles deadpanned at you, pretending like he didn't find you amusing. "I ain't a dog though, ma?"

Honestly, that was debatable in your mind. You replied, "I've said 'down boy!' more times to you than I have to an actual dog."

"Ion know what you mean." He shrugged. But you knew he remembered. He always looked like he was going to attack whatever other guy you spoke to. What was his deal, anyway?

Dropping the subject you said, "Okay moral of the story, I'm trying to say you bring out the best in me." You mumbled the end of your sentence and he teased you, "What was that? The last part." You only rolled your eyes and enunciated,

"Marley was the missing piece of John's puzzle, y'know? Like, what is John without Marley? John's better than me though, 'cause I don't think I could go on if I lost Marley." You tried to subtly say. This had to be the strangest analogy you've ever made, you thought.

He was silent for the majority of your rambling, so you turned your head to glance at him to see if he picked up on your words. But he was already staring at you. "Are you even listening?" You annoyedly deadpan at him. "Course I am. Continue." He said, encouraging you to go on. You shrug and said, "Alright. As I was saying," But as you glanced at him again,

He was leaning into you and the words died on your tongue. Your heart was pounding in your ears. He gently moved your chin towards him, and you anxiously waited for his next move. He leaned closer to your lips, a sly grin slowly growing on his face. You could reach up and connect them right then and there.

And then he swiped your bottom lip with his thumb, brushing off crumbs. He turned his head away from you and resumed your previous conversation. To which you had forgotten what you were previously speaking about. Your eye twitched slightly.

“So, what movie you think I am, ma?" He casually asked, crunching on his churro without a second thought.

Man, screw that.

You'd fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book. What was this tomfoolery? "Oh fuck you, Eric Matthews." Angrily mumbling under your breath, you glared at him.

He pretended not to hear you as he swiped his hand over his mouth to conceal a laugh that threatened to come out.

Focusing back on reality, you said, "I think we should head back to the dorms now. You know, in case they catch us up here." He agreed and you both hopped off the ledge and onto the rooftop. Heading down the stairway to the dorms, you walked side-by-side with him.

On the walk back to the dorms, you couldn't explain how the topic of love came up. Then again, you couldn't explain most of your conversations with him. But who would've known love could be so controversial? You told him,

"Love's a bitch. But speaking of love, you ever notice how you can always tell when someone has a crush on someone else?" It was exhausting seeing two people who liked each other just beat around the bush.

You continued before he could even open his mouth, "You know what they say, if someone likes you, you'll know. But if they don't, you'll be confused."

"How would y'know though?" He queried your statement. "The eyes, they never lie." You said.

He found it almost ironic how oblivious you could be. "Yeah? What are mine sayin' then, ma?" He said softly.

You both arrived at your dorm's door. Turning to him, you tried to analyze his gaze. His gaze was intense, like your eyes were the only ones he could see. You swore your heart stopped for a moment. And suddenly, he was getting closer.

"Hey, hey." You nervously blurted out, raising your arms in your defense. "What are you doing?" You questioned, your eyes widening.

His patience was running thin as he sighed, "Mami. Will you just stand still?" He grabbed onto your waist and tugged you into his hold. Your hands lay on his chest, unsure. His head tilted down towards you and you just about liquified in his embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips stopped inching towards yours, they merely hovered over each other. His eyes had a playful glint in them. He was teasing you. If he didn't kiss you right now, you were sure you'd go insane. "Miles-" You started to complain until he cut you off with a kiss.

Your senses were overwhelmed, solely by him. His comfortable and familiar smell, the warm feeling of his lips on yours, and his fingertips that held onto your waist. His breath was tickling yours. You were sure that if he wasn't holding onto you, your legs would crumble completely. Your hands slithered onto his braids, playing with them as your lips moved together.

The beat of your heart played a song so loud you felt like he could hear it. As your eyes fluttered open to look up at him, you knew he could read the obvious affections you held in your eyes. Looking into his eyes, you hummed and pretended to ponder it. Grinning at him, you said,

"I think they're saying that we should do that again."

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Lucy, I'm home - I Love Lucy

Troy and Annie - roommates from the tv series Community

Eric Matthews - love interest from Miss Congeniality

the eyes, they never lie - scarface

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a/n: i said my reqs were open and then i forgot to turn them back on very sorry LMAO

[delusion-ships]

sweet nothings ୨୧

warnings: kissing, fluff !!! , idrk

summary: your bf matt cooks your favorite breakfast and you enjoy the rest of your morning with him💖

a/n: guys I wanted to write a smut soo bad but I realized idk how to!! I’m brewing up a matt smut TRUST it’ll come soon maybe hopefully but for now here’s this I hope u guys like🤗

Not proofread !

the morning sun shined on your face as you slowly start to wake up. what awoken you was the fact that the familiar feeling of arms wrapped around you was gone, and you were in an empty bed.

you stretch your arms and get out of bed, looking in the mirror and fixing your hair slightly before you leave the room. you walk downstairs to see your boyfriend of 8 months, matt, making breakfast. you admire him for a few seconds in complete awe; shirtless with a pair of plaid pajama pants on, and he’s making you breakfast.

you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. “good morning sleepyhead” he said as he smiled at you. “you woke up just in time, I’m making pancakes and bacon”. you sniff the air and it smells so good, almost too good for something that matt is making.

“g’morning baby, what’s all this for?” you say, pulling away to take a blueberry out of a open container. blueberry pancakes, your favorite. “all for you, it was gonna be a breakfast in bed because I didn’t know how long you were gonna be up there for”

you look at him almost like he’s not your boyfriend and he’s some mysterious creature that replaced him instead. “since when could you cook? and you were good at it?” you let out a tired laugh “since I found out you love blueberry pancakes” he leaves the bacon he’s been working on alone, turning to face you. he puts his hands on your waist, pulling you slightly closer “plus baby, you’ve been working so hard. you deserve it” he says, almost in a whisper. he leans down and starts to leave small kisses on your jaw and trails them down your neck.

you close your eyes and sigh. ‘how did I get so lucky’ you thought. he slows down his kisses and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

-

you’ve had your collaborated playlist playing as you started helping him cook the breakfast. you danced, sang and even shared a few kisses. as he finished up the meal, you sat on the island behind him and watched him do his thing. you admired his back muscles and how his pajama pants hung perfectly on his hips.

he turned around and walked over to you, putting himself in between your legs and looking at you with such admiration in his eyes.

“i would do this breakfast over and over again until you got sick of it, if i could see you smile like this every morning” he says, tucking a hair behind your ear.

you almost fell completely in love with him again over his words. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one more passionate than the last. he gripped your waist and pulled you into him, making you wrap your legs around his waist. your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck as the kiss grows more desirable. the kiss wasn’t filled with lust and need, it was passionate and slow. it was as if he was kissing you for the first and last time, making it as loving as possible.

“you make the pancake I set on fire completely worth it” he pulls away, letting out a breathy laugh.

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a/n: oh my gosh guys I wrote this at 1 in the morning so I apologize if it’s bad 🙏🏼 also pls send in requests for smut & fluff !!

[marimayscarlett]

Hi can you please put together a compilation of Richard's hands? Like that gif from Zick Zack? They're gorgeous and I trust you with rzk related everything ❤️ ♥️

Hi!

I am so sorry that this took me a while to answer! But here we go, some hand-content coming your way, hopefully to your liking 😌

Richard hands are fascinating to me. Strong yet soft, feminine yet thick and masculine, able to glide gracefully over his guitar while still looking meaty and sturdy.

Some general hand content:

(Source of the left gif: x)

Some more specific hand content (yes, I put this into the post for my own personal liking since I am crazy about vampire lord Richard, I am so sorry):

And some more 🖐👆🤲

And some more, as we also have these two posts with even more Richard hands: Richard's wrists and the wonderful @dandysnob almost assasinating me with Richard's hands 🤍🙏🏼

[cupidseok]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ CUPID HOTLINE : FOR THE LONELY LOOKING FOR LOVE ♡

08 winter hacks the university system to find my partner for my music composition theory class

it is tomorrow. the time is 11am. and you are seated in the back row of your music composition theory class. but wonbin isn’t here, or at least you don’t see him. you spend almost half the class looking around the lecture theatre to find him.

“okay students, i’ve just pinned up the pairings for your project here. do take a look before you leave the class.”

you slowly pack your things as your eyes continue to scan around.

“hello,” a soft and meek voice behind you. “i’m wonbin. and i’m your partner for the project.”

he doesn’t look like the photos in his dating profile. not with those huge, nerdy glasses he’s wearing. but you still found him cute – the awkward and lopsided smile he flashed you, and how he’s nervously picking at the edges of the sweater, waiting for your response. you think about how winter would make fun of you for liking a loser as you suppress the urge to pat his head.

“hello. i’m y/n. you’re the same wonbin who messaged me on cupid hotline, right ?”

you think you hear him let out a squeak as he rapidly nods his head.

you were afraid you might just fold for this adorable boy right in front of you if you stay here any longer, so you hurriedly packed the rest of your items. “we’ll just text through the app then. send me your schedule ? i’ll see when we have the same breaks to meet.”

and with a soft “okay” from wonbin and a smile from you, you left.

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[foxymoxynoona]

Could you do a drabble for Amended where Jungkook & Bella are out with all of their kids having family time and suddenly run into his evil ex from school and she tries to make Bella feel insecure because she is salty🧂 but Jungkook puts her in her place since he regretted not defending Bella from her back then and this is the perfect opportunity to show her he is happy with his family 🙏🏼🥹 ❤️

I have not deleted any of these drabble requests! bet you thougth I'd forgotten but I have not! I just wait for the right moment and inspiration. I hope you enjoy this.

Story: Amended Length: 4321 words CW: language, some innuendo, fluff Timeline: June, Kai is almost 10 months old

“You didn’t have to come,” Jungkook said, hand on her lower back as the sliding doors opened to greet them. “Me and the kids could have handled it.”

“I want out of the house,” Isabella gritted out. “You didn’t have to come.” Jungkook gave her a look, not even bothering with that. No way was he going to let Isabella make a baby supply run by herself, not when he felt like it was his fault they’d run so low on everything in the first place. Usually he swung by the grocery store or Target on his way home from work to grab the diapers, wipes, baby food pouches, Desitin, replacement pacifiers or teething rings or more socks because Kai seemed to have been born with an anti-sock forcefield that made them evaporate within minutes of being put on, but Eomma and Isabella were determined he was going to wear grippy socks as he began toddling around the house. 

Lily sighed dramatically and dangled from the handle of the cart, “I’m boring.”

“You’re bored,” Ezra corrected, then amended, “Actually you’re pretty boring too.”

“Ezra,” Isabella warned.

“Ok guys, we can divide and conquer and get this over quickly,” Jungkook suggested. Isabella admired his pep, even if it was also grating right now. They were all staticky. In the past four weeks they’d passed head colds around twice, with Kai teething and not sleeping on top of it. How could he sleep when he had just discovered how to get to his feet and how much more trouble he could cause in that position? Isabella felt like she hadn’t let the house for anything except work in three weeks, and not even that in four days since she’d been the last –and hopefully the very last– round of the cold. 

Ezra sniffled and Isabella eyed him suspiciously. There better not be another round. It was June! The weather was finally starting to warm up, shouldn’t they be free of colds now? She was not sure that Jungkook was right that the warmer weather made cold viruses thaw out and be active… but she also hadn’t remembered to google it to disprove it yet…

“Kids,” Jungkook warned as Lily’s and Ezra’s bickering bubbled up. Isabella was better at tuning it out. They were all just so restless, and a trip to Baby Depot definitely wasn’t going to fix it, but maybe if they hurried it up here, they could do something fun. Like what? She had no fucking clue, but she’d think of it in the car. Was the ice cream place open yet? Playground? Kai was probably going to be ready for a nap by then though… 

“List?” Jungkook asked Isabella. “Break it out for us, who’s doing what.”

Isabella decided maybe Jungkook’s tactic was right here. Divide and conquer. So she divvied up the list: Ezra on unscented wipes and diapers, Lily on exactly three new baby books, Jungkook on a baby fence they could set up in the yard and maybe a ride on toy because Kai seemed jealous of Ezra and Lily riding their bikes in the driveway during the nicer weather, and Isabella would fill up on baby snacks and formula. Last time Jungkook and Ezra had made the choices and when she had pointed they seemed to have forgotten the beet-banana cereal puffs Kai liked, the two had responded simultaneously “Yuck.” 

Jungkook took Kai, Ezra took the cart, Lily dragged her feet as if she had the worst job in the world even though Isabella knew she’d probably forget herself reading all the baby books and they’d have to go fetch her. The brief silence of standing alone unnerved Isabella. How strange to be alone. 

She grabbed a basket and set out for the baby food aisle. Feeding Kai had been such a different experience from the very beginning, when she’d struggled and then given up on nursing. That had been hard to accept but ultimately it had removed such a major stressor from his babyhood, and made her realize just how much time she had spent stressed about it with Lily and Ezra, worried if they were getting enough, worried why they didn’t like the solid foods she tried to introduce later, worried if she was nursing them at the wrong times and that’s why they didn’t want to sleep through the night, worry if she was eating or drinking the wrong things for them to get secondhand through her milk. Damn it was nice that Jungkook could and did handle so many of the feedings. Nothing sexier than watching Jungkook bounce a baby in one arm and mix a bottle one-handed –except maybe watching him airplane Kai on his shoulder as they passed the end of Isabella’s aisle in search of their items. 

Bottles weren’t the end of Kai’s difference in food. His first solid food had been a dumpling stolen from Jungkook’s plate in a split second at just over five months. He’d quickly learned that grabbing fistfuls of rice was impossible for his parents to wrestle away. Beyond the Asian foods that were a diet staple so young, Isabella also had the time and money and energy to make finger foods for him alongside their meals. She’d about killed herself trying to get the same healthy diet for Ezra and Lily, but also been very reliant on the pouches she could get through food donation programs. Feeding Kai was more joy than stress, and the whole family got in on seeing how he would react to whatever food they had him try. The weirdo had a particular love for lemons –which had Jungkook demanding to know what happened, since he happened to hate lemons, as if Kai would just inherit his exact food tastes!

Smiling at all of this, Isabella perused the “quick” meals available –the little trays of cut up turkey and mashed potatoes and peas or macaroni and cheese they kept stocked for quick meals when they needed to be out the door for kids’ activities. She actually looked forward to that kind of busy again. Being stuck at home with sick kids, managing without a sick husband, or languishing with her own sickness knowing Jungkook was carrying more of the load solo had been frustrating, to say the least. Now it was back to normal, for a whole two weeks until the kids got out of school for the summer. Time moved so quickly.

Healthy healthy, we’re all healthy now, what’s good for immune support? She mused, chucking her selections into the basket until it grew heavy on her forearm. She still needed to get the formula too. What a great feeling. She had grown used to not having to count coins after years of living in what felt like luxury with Jungkook, but she wondered when the day would come that she stopped noticing that she wasn’t thinking about it. Would she ever truly take it for granted?

She heard the shriek of a baby and glanced over her shoulder as a toddler sprinted past –not hers. The little girl ran to her parent in another aisle, out of Isabella’s view and concern, but the glance trailed her vision across another woman in the aisle, heavily pregnant and staring right back at her.

“Isabella,” she greeted evenly.

“Jasmin,” Isabella returned, mirroring her tone. She looked casually back to the food, feeling prickles of displeasure along her scalp but not wanting to let Jasmin know she felt any which way about seeing her. Pregnant, huh? Isabella would admit only to herself she wasn’t thrilled to learn of any positive developments in Jasmin’s life. She didn’t want to be petty. Much. 

To her surprise, Jasmin followed up with, “How’s it going?”

“Good.” Isabella knocked a few more things into her basket before reciprocating, “How about you?”

Was there hesitation in Jasmin’s voice, or was she only waiting for Isabella to look at her before she rushed out, “Great. Things have been busy.” 

“I imagine so.” 

“I’m due in six weeks,” Jasmin volunteered and Isabella didn’t know whether to hide or convey her feelings of I could not care less and never want to see you again. Jasmin continued regardless, “I feel as big as a house! But Daniel says it didn’t go to my face, probably because of all the prenatal pilates I did.”

“I… didn’t know you did pilates,” Isabella said because of everything suddenly happening, that felt like the most surprising thing, even more so than Jasmin suddenly chatting her up with a tone that didn’t sound totally nice but also not totally bitchy. Obviously she was trying to brag, but Isabella was around a lot of pregnant women and that was pretty normal… oh geez, had she done that too?

“I have for years, since I moved to LA. Daniel wanted me to take a rest but I wasn’t about to let this baby ruin my body.”

Isabella couldn’t resist it, she shrugged and said, “I’ve had three and don’t feel ruined at all, but I can’t imagine the pressure you live under when that’s your thing. I’m glad you’ve found something to help–”

“I wouldn’t say it’s my thing– what do you mean by that?” Jasmin asked, head tilting. “Caring about the way I look?”

“Being fit and attractive and all that,” Isabella offered. She meant it as an insult but suspected it didn’t sound that way in her voice, but that Jasmin was likely looking for the insult anyway.

“Oh,” Jasmin laughed, “I guess my style has changed.” It was clearly Isabella’s cue to notice for real just how fully Jasmin’s style really had shifted. She’d come from money but made such an effort to be cool and anti-everything in high school. Isabella couldn’t recall what she’d worn the last time they ran into each other in the jewelry store. “I guess soon I’ll be dressing like you.”

Isabella heard it as an insult and felt her haunches raise as she resisted the urge to look down at her own outfit, as if Jasmin had any power to make her feel unworthy. So what, black leggings and a heather gray top from a six-month Stitch Fix subscription she’d let Mikayla talk her into might not be the height of fashion, but fuck off maybe?

“Because I am so fucking sick of maternity dresses,” Jasmin continued as if there hadn’t been an uncomfortable pause. “Even the tailored ones. It’s not about showing off my body, I just feel… I can’t believe you did this twice but it was probably easier since you were so young, hm?”

“Um… I’ve done it three times,” Isabella said again. “And…” She didn’t know how to respond to this because, try as she might, she couldn’t find anything mean in it. Jasmin just seemed to be…sharing? Maybe it was a little barbed but… definitely nothing compared to her old hostility.

“Three times?” Jasmin clarified. She glanced at the baby foods in Isabella’s basket, mouth open, before realizing, “Oh, you and… you had another one?”

“Yep.”

“Wow. Three is– I can’t imagine. I’m definitely done after this. Daniel said he’d like two but he can be pregnant next time if he wants it so bad,” Jasmin said, and laughed and gave Isabella this look like you know what I mean? 

Isabella stumbled over her answer, “I think Jungkook would have liked more too but… three is good.”

“Three is great,” the very man said from behind her, shuffling noisily into the aisle with Kai supermanning on his shoulder and the awkward babygate in hand while he kicked a box ahead of him. “Hi,” he said breezily to Jasmin, then to Isabella, “I got the pink and purple little scooter thing for him instead of the red one since his bouncer was blue so he doesn’t get weird ideas about colors for boys or girls.”

“Oh. Great.” Isabella nodded. This was actually something they had agreed on before Kai was born, so she did not understand why he was clarifying that now. 

He set the babygate down and flipped Kai into his arms, their precious son squealing with deep belly giggles about it, exacerbated by Jungkook’s fingers tickling his belly.

“Wow. He’s cute,” Jasmin commented, watching every movement Jungkook and Kai made. Isabella would have loved to read her mind just then. Kai was really fucking cute, and so was Jungkook, and the two of them together were painfully cute to witness. Was Jasmin thinking how that could have been her? Wondering if having such a cute baby was the only reason Jungkook had gotten together with Isabella? Wishing her husband could compare in any way to Jungkook (Isabella was sure he could not)? 

Or was she simply seeing her future, when the baby in her own belly would be out in the world and giggling upside down playing with his dad?

“He is,” Isabella belatedly added. “We lucked out, each kid was just so much better than I imagined. Everything worked out so well.”

Jasmin flipped her hair over her shoulder and agreed, “Daniel always says that, how you know it’s not the end until things have worked out.”

“Daniel is her husband,” Isabella explained to Jungkook.

“Well, fiance,” Jasmin said and flapped her hand with a honking big ring on it, as if she both wanted them to see and not see. “I didn’t want to be pregnant at the wedding and have guests thinking that’s why we got married, so we’ll do it in Bali next year.”

“Oh, that’s a big trip with a baby,” Jungkook mused. “We didn’t take the kids to Korea until they were older, now Kai will have to wait for a bit. I think he’d drive us nuts on the plane, he wants to move all the time.”

“Maybe you can fly private,” Isabella suggested, not sure what else to say. She trained her gaze on Kai, wishing she could just scoop her son up and skip away from this awkward conversation. 

Jasmin laughed, “Ok, Daniel is a C.O.O. but we aren’t that rich. Maybe in a few years. He’s been so successful and now he and my dad are thinking about a joint venture together. It’s… you know, work stuff,” she said with a grin. “I won’t explain venture capital.”

It must be a jab, and yet Jungkook didn’t seem to feel it, just agreed, “Good, I don’t have the brain cells to spare because apparently I have more kiddie books to memorize– Lily, that is way more than three,” he called as Lily shuffled down the aisle, at least eight books stacked precariously in her arms. 

“Yeah I know but I can’t decide if Kai needs to learn colors or numbers or letters or shapes first and those books are cute but kind of boring, so I think we should get him these ones about bugs and sharks too.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue and flipped Kai again and then gave Isabella a playful look, lips pursed until he asked, “What do you think, Mom, it’s a good point.” 

“We already have so many books,” Isabella reminded him.

“Yeah but maybe if I’d read more, I wouldn’t have done so much dumb shit as a teenager,” he pointed out. 

“I don’t think literacy was your problem,” Isabella countered.

Jungkook laughed and in a surprising twist, asked Jasmin, “What do you think?” 

Jasmin could not have looked more flustered. Isabella couldn’t understand what was going through her head at all right now as she looked between the four of them and stammered out, 

“I think… that… reading is good. Maybe I should have read more too.”

Lily shuffled through the books in her arms, then handed over a board book with the suggestion, “Here you go, you should get this for your baby. It’s a good one. I already read it.”

“Oh. I guess… ok…” Jasmin glanced at the cover of the book but mostly at Lily, probably trying to figure out whether Jungkook was actually her biological dad or not. Lily always thought it was funny when people thought he was and didn’t bother to correct them because why bother? She loved mysteries and unknowns.

“Why did you pick that one up, we already have that one,” Jungkook realized. 

“I was too lazy to put it back.”

Kai mirrored Jungkook’s laughter, and Isabella too rolled her eyes and snickered and didn’t stop Lily as she wedged the books into the basket on her arm. All of them

“Where’s Ezra with the cart?” Isabella wondered. Being on edge near Jasmin was wearing her out and she was ready to be gone from this confusing encounter. Was she paranoid or did the way Jasmin kept looking between them mean something? It wasn’t bad, but that made it even more alarming. Jasmin was not behaving like she should.

“Ezra!” Jungkook called. Kai’s eyes went wide, then he laughed and let out a loud babble, clearly trying to mimic the yell. 

“Appa!” Ezra called back from a few aisles over.

“You must all be very… busy,” Jasmin said. Kai suddenly decided he wanted Isabella to hold him and tried to leap from Jungkook’s arms, but in doing so saw Lily and decided he wanted his sister to hold him instead.

“Don’t set him down,” Isabella warned, “He’ll take off.”

“He started walking early,” Jungkook explained to Jasmin. “You’ll think they’re terrors once they start crawling because they’re so damn fast, but just wait.”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that…” She trailed off as Ezra appeared with the cart at the far end of the aisle, lanky frame riding the footbar as he pushed it along. 

“They didn’t have the wipes we usually get so I got a different kind,” he announced. “They’re still unscented though. Kai-Kai, do you want to ride in the cart?” Ezra asked, hunching down in front of his little brother wedged in Lily’s arms.

In the moment of watching her kids –and checking the label to make sure the wipes were genuinely unscented so as not to aggravate Kai’s skin or cause Jungkook to whine about the overpowering scent– she started as Jungkook’s hand slid up her back on his way to grab the basket of baby food and books she’d set on the floor

“Is that everything? Can we get out of here? Monkeybars are calling my name,” Jungkook announced as he set the basket in the cart.

“Noooo,” Lily whined.

“Look, I’m sorry that you still can’t beat me in a monkeybar race. Get good,” Jungkook teased.

“Daaaad,” Lily scowled and punched his arm playfully.

“What did I tell you, thumbs out,” he corrected, but her thumbs were out and she used them to give him two thumbs down and stick her tongue out. “Yeah I’m leaving you in the monkeybar dust.”

Through all this Jasmin just watched, until Isabella joked, “Something for you and Daniel to look forward to.”

“I don’t know yet if we’re having a boy or a girl,” she said. “I want it to be a surprise.”

“Either one is good, and they’ll surprise you either way.”

Lily set Kai down, exactly as she had been told not to do. Kai took his little uncertain toddling steps away –not even that fast, but Lily and Ezra playfully pretended like he was zooming full speed, slow-running after him and shouting, “Catch that baby!” Kai clearly thought he was really hauling ass and getting away with something.

Jungkook’s hand slid around Isabella’s waist, a firm but subtle hold as he stared after the kids, a bright smile on his face. Isabella appreciated the touch but also felt embarrassed for Jasmin to see it, ike she might think this was a performance for her. It might be, but it also wasn’t. Jungkook was a handsy guy.

If Jasmin noticed the hand, she didn’t show it, just agreed, “Yes. It’s going to be great.” Isabella found herself hoping that was sincere, that Jasmin felt that way about her life, and Daniel, and this baby she had on the way which may or may not have been planned. She certainly wasn’t going to ask. She of all people knew the planning didn’t dictate the love and joy that came afterwards, and that life had a way of surprising you with the absolute worst but also, sometimes, the absolute best. Maybe Jasmin would wind up being a good mom, the way Jungkook and Isabella had wound up being pretty good parents too. 

Jungkook pulled away to wedge the gate and scooter into the cart, before saying to Jasmin,

“Well, good luck and congratulations. We’ve got to get these kids some ice cream and to a playground.”

“Wait, why the ice cream?” Isabella caught, because that had not been part of the plan.

He dropped his voice lower and leaned in and whined, “Because I want some, it’s finally warm enough outside it won’t give me brain freeze.”

“That’s not how brain freeze works,” she laughed.

“Bellaaaa, buy us ice cream.”

“Yeah yeah, go,” she laughed, “Push the cart, Muscles.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Isabella paused, turning back to Jasmin, belatedly considering that she hadn’t been thinking or feeling anything at all about Jasmin for the last few minutes, really. The thing she’d feared, the jab she had waited for, didn’t come. It was like running into anyone else from high school in the store: a little awkward but inoffensive. 

If Jungkook was making a point right now, he’d done it exactly right, by being playful and casual. This was exactly what Isabella would have wanted Jasmin to see, their family close and loving and happy. It didn’t feel like an act because it wasn’t. Jasmin could see that, she must. Maybe she was jealous or maybe she was just as happy with her C.O.O. fiance and Bali wedding and baby on the way, but Isabella found she just… didn’t really care. Jasmin’s life or feelings had no bearing on her at all. She didn’t even feel the need for any kind of revenge, or confirmation that Jasmin’s life was worse or anything like that. It didn’t matter. Jasmin didn’t need to fail for Isabella to know that her life had taken a major winning turn. She had no envy for anyone. She had exactly what she wanted.

“I hope things go well for you. New babies can be hard but just remember it gets better every week. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“I know that,” Jasmin said, maybe a little snippy. Isabella snorted. Ok, still a bitch maybe? “Anyway. Have fun with your ice cream.”

“Oh, we do,” Isabella assured her, then strolled off before realizing it might have sounded a little more coy than she really meant it. Uh well, whatever! If Jasmin thought she and Jungkook got freaky with ice cream, so be it. She took the last few steps in the aisle at a faster pace and jumped into Jungkook’s back just before he’d disappeared from view of the aisle. His response was to reach back and smack her on the ass loudly. 

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself, I thought we had a family rule about jumping on people without warning,” he reminded, which they did, and everyone in the family sucked at it. Kids and over-energetic husbands would be themselves, so why couldn’t she get away with it too?

“No that way, that way Kai!” the kids cheered, herding Kai towards the cash registers at the front. Isabella rested her chin on top of Jungkook’s head and squeezed his shoulders before sliding off. Rather than let her go, he threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side.

“You ok?” he asked.

“I’m very ok.”

“I didn’t know how to handle it,” he admitted. “Never expected to run into her here. I can’t imagine her as a mom.”

“Well… people probably said that about me too,” Isabella pointed out. “Maybe it changes her for the better. She wasn’t as bitchy as she used to be.”

“Was she being… nice?” he asked, incredulous.

“Maybe? I don’t know. And I weirdly… don’t care. I mean, it was fucking high school.”

He kissed her temple and whispered, “Yeah, but I’m still sorry.”

“It’s been one hell of an apology,” she whispered back. 

“Want me to say it again tonight?” he whispered again. “Down… there?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“No. ‘I’m sorry’ is too short. Maybe…all these books you’ve been memorizing?”

“Fuck, I’ll be down there all night!”

“Hm,” she grinned. “Hm,” she said again, and giggled and dove ahead as he swatted at her ass, off to scoop up Kai before he pulled down a rack of toddler sunglasses because Ezra and Lily were distracted by someone’s small dog they’d brought into the store.

[misshoneyimhome]

Hi 👋, how are you?

Besides your fics (read all and love it 💕💕), do you have any willy fic recs?

Unfortunately there is so little fic about him.

Hi bb 🤍

Oh, absolutely! There's actually quite a lot of fantastic stuff out there, so I'll try to jot down some of my favourites (and more) - Please, keep in mind, I find so much of the work absolutely amazing, so this list is definitely not limited to the only fics I find worth reading! 💕 _

@couldawouldashoulda50 - is doing amazing job writing about William; she's got several posts that are worth spending time on, and I've got a feeling more is to come - The Distance and the Time Between Us

@laurenairay - has got several amazing William posts as well, and I enjoyed reading all of them so much! “Is it really that hard for you to admit that you love me?” “You’re an idiot.” “Thanks!”

@spine-buster - most likely one of the most well-known and incredible Willy series - The President Wears Prada

@nylwnder - got so much incredible (and naughty) works as well! (yes please 🙏🏼) take me to church

birthday boy get what i want 

@harlowhockeystick - finally, but not least, has some of the first Willy imagines I read; “look in my eyes”

“i need a vacation. and a shot.”

“i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck”

_

Actually, just check out all of their works - they are so talented and amazing 🤗 (I know there's probably more out there, but hopefully I haven't forgotten anyone 🙈)

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: Hi I have an idea like can u write reader is Kos’s secret wife (I heard news bout kostas married and this came to my mind ) maybe like smau but ı’m not sure u write smau soo I just wanna give u idea 💡 hope u like it muah muah 😘💞🙏🏼🫡 (@kylianwifey)

Word Count: 431 words

(author's note: i love writing for kostas !! thanks for the request 🩷)

For Kostas, his wife was his safe haven. His way to escape his worries and live in peaceful bliss for a while. This was one of the main reasons he kept her hidden from the vultures of the media. He felt selfish, in a way, for wanting to keep her all to himself, but he knew it was for the better.

To most people, being hidden by their partner might have made them feel unloved or insecure, like they were ashamed to be seen with them. But to Y/N, it was the opposite. She knew that Kostas would do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. She enjoyed the quiet life the pair had created for themselves, revelling in the peace it brought.

It was by accident that the bubble of secrecy the pair had created was popped abruptly. After a difficult win in the race for the FA Cup, Kostas was being interviewed. But what he failed to notice was the thin metal band that sat snug on his ring finger, made more obvious by the stadium lights glinting off its shiny surface.

“So, I’m sure you and the lads will be pleased with that win. You clearly fought very hard, so to come away with the win must feel incredible?” The interviewer began.

“Yeah, obviously, it was a tough game, and I give my total respect to our opponents. As a team, we always fight until the last second, so it's always nice to see the result go in our favour.” As Kostas talked, his hands moved animatedly, matching his excitement. 

“I didn’t realise you were married? Will you be celebrating with your wife at home?”

Looking down and noticing his ring, he cursed himself in his head. He knew Y/N wouldn’t be angry with him, but he would’ve preferred for her to remain his little secret.

“Yeah, I hope she’s watching this, hopefully, proud of me. But I will be celebrating with her when I get home. She’s my number one supporter, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Kostas just couldn’t help himself. He could talk about his wife for an eternity, simply raving about how enamoured he was with her. 

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer then, go enjoy the post-match celebrations!” The interviewer closed off the interview as Kostas walked away.

As annoyed as he was at himself for revealing his marriage to the public, he was also grateful that the world now knew his heart belonged to his wife and his wife only. Forever and always.

[raamitsu]

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[zabimarushoney67]

Hello, I'm having thoughts about Jushiro again.

Giving blowjobs but making it dominant and overstimulating. Gripping his thighs and putting them on my shoulders as he tries to squirm away. Indents of fingers on the skin.

I'd make him hold my hair back, so he has to watch closely to do a good job. Leaning back and stopping if he looks away.

-@dragon-anon 🐉

Bruh I love your requests so muccchh 😭🙏🏼 Your requests let my freak to come out and run wild in these streets!! you got it! 💖😍💦 Also I am so sorry this took so long I be fuckin around too much💀 I made up for it by making this my best work - enjoy a whole smut fic ❤️ Dude lowkey you're making me a simp for Jūshirō I be thinking bout this man a lot now 👀

✨Just the tip💦

Jūshirō Ukitake x Fem Reader!

Summary: It’s gonna be a long night with Jūshirō Ukitake so buckle in, it’ll be the ride of your life.

NSFW+18💦MDI⚠️FLUFF💟

Warnings: Oral sex, blowjob magic, dom/switch reader, sub/switch Jūshirō, rough sex, v@ginal penetration, biting, deep throating, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, light bruising.

Authors notes: THIS WHOLE THING IS SMUT. A P0RN0 FOR YA MIND, ENJOY AND FOLLOW ME YA FUCKIN IDIOTS LOVE YOU! 💖

The scent of fresh rain filled the spring night air. Leaving it damp, breezy, and oddly refreshing outdoors.

The pavement gleamed with rippling puddles under the starry night sky. The sudden weather had significantly dropped the temperature, as you two walked back to your quarters after a party broke out in Squad 8’s barracks.

Huddled tight together, fingers interlaced, as warm clouds of breath left your parted lips. The clouds swirled and drifted apart while y/n hiccuped through her words. “Shunsui really knows how to throw a “get-together” doesn't he?” She said, swaying a little and tipsy from the few glasses of sake she had shared with Jūshirō. “He's always been like that, very eccentric when he wants to be,” Jūshirō laughed, smiling down at you. “Let's get home babe, it's freezing out here,” he said hastily. Shivering, he huddled inwards towards your body for warmth, Jūshirō was slightly concerned about catching another cold the longer he stayed outdoors.

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Jūshirō’s sickness has been incredibly forgiving to him the last few days. It's been pleasant, being witness to him glowing beyond recognition, happy, and lively. Compared to the usual confinement to your shared bed, coughing with tissues shoved up his nose. Tonight, Jūshirō was looking mighty fine underneath the clearing night sky. Smiling to herself, y/n nuzzles closer to him, admiring his warm body and his handsome features as they glowed underneath the moonlight.

Seeing him so relaxed, and carefree always awoke something deep inside of y/n. The heady mixture of love and lust, genuine devotion, and feminine domination swooned her brain with endless scenarios for the night's end. Waves of need had started to roll around in her belly. Each wave forced her already shaky legs to wobble some more with the surmounting desire. It's been weeks since Jūshirō has felt well enough for anything more than just the occasional cuddling and hand-holding. Maybe tonight can change that, y/n thought hopefully.

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Arriving back at your barracks, Jūshirō opens the door for you. As you enter, he generously smacks and grabs your butt on the way in. His perfect smile grinned at the way you let out a tiny yelp, laughing when he peeked at you squinting at him from behind your shoulder.

“I'm gonna have a shower,” “Would you like to join me, my love?” he asks warmly, extending his hand toward you.

Taking his large hand in hers, y/n kissed each pad of his fingertips softly. “I had one this morning already honey,” “I'll be waiting in the bedroom,” y/n says allowing his middle finger to trace her soft plush lips.

Her vague smile hinted at a slight promise of “I want more,” the night wasn’t over just yet. Jūshirō’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his head started to swarm with all the possibilities y/n could be thinking of. His body slowly roused awake with want, the more he let his brain ponder.

Grabbing hold of your wrist quickly, Jūshirō pulls you into a close embrace. His long fingers cup your chin, pinning your head up toward his. Smiling gently down at you, he kisses both of your cheeks, then your lips passionately. The weeks of pent-up sexual energy started flowing between your bodies, as that one sweet kiss you shared, turned into the devouring of each other's lips.

Wet tongues collided, slipping and sliding with ease. Saliva-covered lips and warm gripping hands compelled the two rabid, touch-deprived bodies close together. Whining softly y/n bites on his bottom lip, tugging and compelling Jūshirō to let out a husky growl. Wrapping her arms around Jūshirō’s neck, y/n tip-toed against him, squishing her braless breasts into his relaxed, but chiseled chest, refusing to let him go.

Releasing his lip to speak, “Can't your shower wait babe?” Y/n pouts quietly, sporting her best pair of puppy eyes. “It can... But,” Jūshirō’s warm eyes glinted with a longing hunger but his devilish smile told a different story. “But what,” she protested in earnest, rolling her eyes to the heavens with a scoff. “I just love making you wait,” he chuckles as y/n’s jaw immediately dropped, “you're gonna regret this Ukitake,” she said pointing her finger at his shoulder. “Go take your shower, I’ll be waiting for you,” y/n says standing on her tiptoes once more, leaving kisses on his jaw.

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The sound of the shower knobs turning, and the water squeaking off signified that the fun was just about to begin.

Making y/n wait for what she truly wanted, had her feeling increasingly horny, her poor mind was in the gutter and her body was angry because of it.

Assuming a position in the middle of their bed, Y/n sat on her knees. She could feel her sticky arousal drip between her folds, sensitizing her whole body.

Fidgeting nervously, she modeled Jūshirō’s captain's coat, covering up her nakedness. Her heart pounded, making the pumping blood feel warm and thick in her veins. Growing ever impatient, Jūshirō needed to come back now and end this malicious waiting period HE forced on her. ‘Damn him, who does he think he is??’ y/n thought, huffing outwardly.

Fleeting seconds felt like precious minutes passing by. Every exhale of y/n’s breath excited her senses until finally the bathroom door was ultimately pushed open.

The fragrant, hot steam poured out of the bathroom and rolled into the bedroom. Like something from a movie, Jūshirō steps into the room with a small towel tucked around his hips. His image left nothing to the imagination, but he looked sexy all the same. His muscled thighs refused to be contained by the fluffy towel and peeked through the slit of the fabric. His cock left quite an impressionable imprint underneath, elevating y/n’s need for him.

Once fully in the bedroom, Jūshirō holds a separate towel to his head and lightly squeezes water from the sopping tips of his hair. Droplets of water fell to his freshly dried chest while he scrunched. Y/n watched captivated as the beads drifted down, flowing perfectly with the muscle lines of his stomach. Thoroughly mesmerized by the shiny trails of moisture they left behind and how they accentuated his robust structure.

Licking her suddenly parched lips, y/n glimpsed up at Jūshirō. Her eyelashes fluttered once they landed on his steam-heated face. Raking a hand through his wet hair, Jūshirō peers down at you from under his towel. His pupils dilated at the mere sight of you. Tracing every inch of exposed skin, he ate you alive while scanning you, head to toe. Jūshirō admired how languidly draped you were within his captain's coat, hiding just enough from his view that he quietly begged to see more.

“You...” “Are...” “So...” “Remarkably beautiful, my dear,” he says appreciatively. Raising his eyes to your face, he flushed even further. Studying your complexion in that instant, he quickly comprehended what your darkened stare meant for him, and for his cock.

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Going on all fours y/n crept to the end of the bed, studying Jūshirō in the process. Stretching out a hand, she hooked a finger in the waistband of his tucked towel.

Tugging him closer to the bed, y/n placed another hand on his body, feeling him up before relaxing her hand on a strong buttcheek. With a soft grunt, he swayed toward the bed until his knees pressed against the front of the mattress. Humming softly at your touch, Jūshirō places a hand over the explorative hand of y/n’s and holds it in place over his butt. Smiling down at y/n, the finger she sealed in his waistband, kept him in place for her.

Moving her face close to his stomach, y/n kisses both of his hip bones and the vein that runs down his navel. Smooth lips meeting his pristine skin, her eyes dart up to Jūshirōs face. After meeting his lustful eyes and making sure he's watching, y/n licks a water bead from his lower naval up to his abdomen, leaving a kiss on his sensitive skin once her tongue reached its destination. Gasping out, Jūshirō held his lip captive between his teeth. He observed her hypnotized while y/n continued to taunt him, reveling in the feel of her tongue against his skin, and the way her delicate lips instilled a kiss after every lick.

Nibbling his skin just above his hip bones, y/n’s hand slithers up and around to his strong thigh, gripping it under her palm. Moving the slit of the towel further away, y/n exposed more of his beautiful flesh for her eyes to feast on.

Looking up at Jūshirō with a sly smile, the finger that was lodged in his waistband runs along the fabric, loosening it. With one swift motion, y/n yanks the towel free and allows it to fall to the floor. The soft cloth pooled around his feet, as y/n placed both of her hands on Jūshirōs thighs, steadying herself. Standing completely bare before you now his cock rose freely, unrestricted and unconfined. Dropping his separate towel to the floor, Jūshiro smirks at you from above with a raised eyebrow.

Watching his cock grow harder by the second, y/n chewed her bottom lip as she salivated at the sight of the gorgeous man that stood in front of her. Placing his large hands over yours, he held onto them. Taking one of your hands, he placed it over his shaft enticing you to grab ahold of him. Jūshirō watched as you gripped onto his stiff cock with him, slowly he moved his hand up and down his throbbing girth. “Hmm, Yes.” “That's it, baby,” he praised you, smiling as your hand mimicked his rhythm.

Unleashing a stifled moan, Jūshirō gently directed you on how to stroke his cock, loving the way your hand felt rubbing him. The foreplay turned him on immensely, he had silently started wishing to bury himself in you already. Running up and down the length of his cock, the both of you pumped him until precum dribbled from his slit.

The mixture of teamwork and watching Jūshirō enjoy himself encouraged more saliva to fill y/n’s mouth. “You seem dazed,” “My love,” he said with a gentle smile, one that quickly turned into an ‘O’ shape as your hand gripped his cock head tightly. “I stand...” “Corrected...” “Ugh, fuck,” he murmured forcibly.

Smiling deviously, y/n’s hooded eyes flashed something fierce and untamed. She had wished to please her husband all evening, and her wish was soon to be granted.

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Dragging her tight fist down his hard length once again, y/n positions his swollen tip on her tongue. The taste of his pre brought back fond memories of, driving Jūshirō completely mad with lust, and an incredible urge to cum only to deny him. The sounds, the curses, and the frustration he’ll feel and demonstrate... Y/n sorely missed the way he would take it all out on her when she eventually had her fill of teasing him. It's a side of Jūshirō only you have seen, and you love to bring out anytime you get.

Licking it away, saliva had started to string down from her tongue. Dripping and connecting to the skin of her thighs, all while she recalled her memories. A red shade of blush painted Jūshirōs face as y/n slowly and teasingly moved her head down his length. Finally, she encased the first few inches of him in her warm, wet mouth. Y/n’s lips tightened around his head, sucking him sweetly and letting her tongue swirl around his sensitive gland. All the while, massaging the base of his shaft. Jūshirō’s mouth dropped while he observed Y/n in amazement. By the time her tongue rang around him the third time, his thighs had already started trembling from the feeling.

Throwing his head back at the intense pleasure, and his mouth agape his long hair fell down his back. Closing his eyes, Jūshirō groans loudly and started thrusting his hips in time with the fervent moving of y/n’s tongue around his cock. Relishing in the eager sucking of her mouth, Jūshirō was quickly losing all of his composure. With one hand on the back of your head, he pushed your head down forcibly, making you gag.

Refusing to be told what to do, a loud pop sounds out and suddenly her precious touch ceased. Y/n sits back on her knees, wipes her mouth, and smiles sweetly at the super horny but now confused Jūshirō. He seemed very troubled by the sudden removal of your mouth, gripping his cock he stroked himself slowly, wondering why you stopped.

“Something the matter babe?” y/n asks with fake concern, “Yes, actually,” he said panting, and rubbing himself. “It seems my beautiful, loving, caring, and endearing wife has stopped touching me.” Jūshirō’s eyebrows furrowed as an amused smile placed itself on his face.

“My, my,” “What a shame, huh?” y/n gasped back at him innocently. “A tragedy, really,” he responded curtly.

“Whatever shall we do my sweet, loving husband?” y/n hummed sing-song-like. “You mean,” “What do I have to do,” he huffed. “C’mon, out with it woman,” the sexual frustration already rearing its head. His cock twitched angrily from the sudden lack of stimulation.

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Replacing his hand, y/n softly gripped the base of his cock, riding her hand up his length. Her thumb pressed against the underside of his cock, forcing it to curve while she stroked him. Mumbled moans and sweet curses started to fall from Jūshirō’s mouth as his eyebrows furrowed some more. “Please, y/n-sama,” he begged desperately, fiending to feel her welcoming mouth swallow him whole again.

“I'll give you what you want, don't worry baby,” “You're just so...” “impatient,” Y/n said in a hushed and warning tone. “I told you, that you were gonna regret it, didn't I? My love?” She looked up into Jūshirōs eyes, scanning his seemingly stoic complexion for any hesitation. “I vaguely remember you saying that,” “Yes, darling,” he said through smiling but gritted teeth. “Such a good boy, for remembering” y/n said in admiration.

“Now then,” “you are gonna stand here, and look real beautiful,” “while I make you feel so, so good,” y/n said with closed eyes and a killer smile. “What's the catch?” “I know your games babe,” Jūshirō said with a raised eyebrow.

“Awh,” “You know me so well honey,” y/n says graciously, clasping her hands together. “For starters, if you would be so kind,” “Hold my hair back for me, please sweetheart,” “and secondly,” y/n’s tone dropped. “Secondly, you will not force me. Don't be pushy,” she said sternly, glaring slightly at Jūshirō.

“You know, I’ll have to punish you now for being so greedy,” Y/n sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Here’s the deal,” “You, take a single eye off of me, and I will start over.” “From the very beginning.” “Do not cum unless I say so, got it?” y/n says in finality, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

Clutching his chest as if you shot him Jūshirō sucked in a long breath through his teeth. Hissing it out, he silently agrees, nodding gently in your direction.

Looking into your eyes, Jūshirō jokes, “You can be so cruel to me sometimes my love,” he says with a smirk. “But if it means I get to play with you, I’ll do whatever my baby tells me,”. Flashing him with a genuine smile, “I love that answer,” Y/n says with a giggle. Resuming her position, she beams back at Jūshirō for being such a good sport.

Jūshirōs gentle fingers push your hair behind your ears so he can gather it all, holding it in a ponytail style. Glancing up at Jūshirō, and then back at the task at hand he cheekily comments, “My eyes are up here, babe,”. With a quick shake of her head, Y/n squint's at him before spitting on the tip of his dick, spreading it, and using it to lube him up.

Grunting and clenching his jaw from your moving fist, Jūshirō’s hips thrust and tense with each stroke. Once satisfied with the squelching noises that came from roughly stroking his cock, y/n takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking. Closing her eyes, y/n savored the flavor of his clean skin and the faint taste of fruity sake, that somehow mixed perfectly together.

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“Hnnng...” “Oh, shit... yes..!” “Fuck...” “Mmm... baby,” “You just...ugh,” “Fucking love sucking this dick, huh?,” Jūshirō moaned peering down at y/n. His jaw went slack, “so pretty, sucking me like that...” he said, panting with each movement of y/n’s head. His eyes studied her while she deepthroated his length with ease. Tiny explosions rippled throughout his body whenever his dick touched the back of y/n’s throat. Accompanied by the cute, slutty sounds she made while pleasuring him, Jūshirō’s head floated blissfully in the heat of it all.

Drool carelessly leaked from the crevices of y/n’s mouth, down his shaft, and over his balls making a mess in his trimmed, white pubes. Jūshirō’s grip on your hair weakened, and his gaze began to waver.

His body ached and jerked, screaming for some relief. Unfortunately for Jūshirō, y/n kept sucking and stroking. Instinctively, she just knew when he was about to look away, her movements would slow, moving damn near to a stop each time. It was unfair, Jūshirō thought. A thought that was soon eased at the feel of her wet tongue wrapping around his throbbing shaft. Y/n could feel his thighs begin to quake uncontrollably under her palms while she toyed with him.

Y/n’s body sang with each of his frantic moans, making her vibrate with desire. Jūshirō’s body tensed up every time she bounced her head. With his fast-approaching orgasm, y/n smiled internally ‘Now the real fun can start’ she assumed to herself.

Looking up at Jūshirō’s face with his dick still in her mouth, she maintained eye contact with him making him blush a deep red.

His whole body was awkwardly hunched due to the naughty torture he had subjected himself to, it had started to take a toll on his body. “I know you're... Fuck,” “Having fun... ” “But would y/n-sama...” “Be kind enough to let her sweet, loving husband sit,” He said grunting, peering down into your eyes. “I think I’ll pass out if don’t,” Jūshirō chuckled before his knees slightly buckled while y/n forcibly sucked his tip.

Pulling off his head sharply, y/n giggled at the face Jūshirō made when she popped off his sensitive cock. Smiling cutely at him, “Well,” “You've done a great job so far,” she said in praise, “I don't see why not,” y/n nodded, patting the mattress and inviting Jūshirō into her space.

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Y/n watched as Jūshirō made his way to the headboard, sitting against the wall he sighed, looking so relieved to finally sit.

His cock stood rigidly hard, pulsing, and sore from the overstimulation. Jūshirō couldn't remember the last time you had him this worked up, but this has been a wonderful reminder as to why he married you. The sex life you shared was and has always been incredible. Sex wasn't an answer for everything that went wrong, but you could always find one another in it, bringing you closer with each encounter.

Crawling to his feet y/n pushed them apart with her hands, before moving between his legs. Once comfortable there, y/n’s hands grip under his thighs lifting them so they sat on her shoulders. Holding them in place, she kissed his inner thighs before playfully biting the fleshy inside, making Jūshirō yell out in shock. “AH!?” “Ow...” “What’re you doing down there?” he sighs with a chuckle and a slight look of horror on his face.

Y/n peered up at him with a mischievous grin, “Just having some fun that's all,” she said matter-of-factly. Kissing, and running her tongue over the red welt she left, y/n made her way to his other thigh repeating her ritual there as well. Jūshirō’s breath would hitch in his lungs while his body shook with every soft smooch and bite y/n left on his skin. After playing with him, y/n’s hands gripped Jūshirō’s thighs. Holding them hostage against her shoulders, until her fingertips left little half-moon indentations on his sensitive flesh.

The fun she had planned, was about to fuck her husband up and she could hardly wait.

Grinning to herself y/n’s playful thoughts were soon interrupted, “I don't like that look on your face,” Jūshirō murmured, his remark only making y/n cackle with glee. “I love you, so much,” she declared, that evil temptress look never fully leaving her face only failed to lessen his sudden worry.

‘Oh boy, here we go,’ Jūshirō thought to himself, swallowing hard as he knew he was in for it now, he rioted quietly with himself, praying he could last. With no hands, y/n lowered her mouth to his aching cock. Sucking him softly, she moved a hand to stroke his member in tandem. With clenched teeth, Jūshirō groans and pulls your hair out of the way, his hands shaking the entire time. Fully in view now, he dared not look away from you as he knew that simply postponed his orgasm further. Flashing her eyes at Jūshirō y/n slowly pushed him to the back of her throat.

Jūshirō watched, inch by inch as y/n wrapped her warm mouth around him, your plush lips looked so perfect around his shaft. The image had burned into his mind until, “Ooh, my fucking...” “God!” “Wait!” “Wait... Stop!” Jūshirō cried out suddenly, his hips convulsing helplessly away from you. “I'm gonna..” “Cum... If you don't stop!” he pleaded. Y/n moaned with his dick still down her throat from his begs, the vibrations from her voice only outed more of his pathetic cries.

Swirling her tongue around his shaft slowly while lifting her head, Júshirō’s cock pulsed in her mouth, throbbing in time with his quickened heartbeat. Pulling off of him, y/n’s tight fist replaced her mouth stroking him slowly to a point of no return.

Jūshirō’s face was shiny with sweat, he gasped and sucked a breath in every time y/n’s fist passed his cock head and back down his length. “Y/n-sama, please..” He said through his moans, “Can I please cum?” “Hnnnng... Fuck! Please?!” “I can't hold out much longer...” Jūshirō said in a hushed tone, tensing his whole body to keep himself from cumming too soon.

Giggling, y/n shook her head from side to side real slow-like. Refusing to let him cum, but continuing the torture y/n licked the base of his dick up to his tip before gently kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft, taunting him further. “Ah, Shit!” “I'm gonna-...” was all Jūshirō could say before his cock twitched hard in her hands. Quickly releasing him y/n watched as milky cum poured from his cock, and down his shaft. Blinking up at Jūshirō, who had not only disobeyed her orders but also stopped looking at that moment, received a hefty look from y/n.

“That's just a shame,” y/n signed, “I was just getting started,” trying and failing to hide her dissatisfaction, she released his thighs and sat on her knees. “I'm..” “I'm sorry my love,” Jūshirō said weakly, “I couldn't last, you felt too good.”. Sitting up he grabbed your face and kissed you all over before his lips lightly touched yours.

Instantly and swiftly he moved his body behind you pushing you face-first into the mattress. With your ass in the air, Jūshirō moved his coat out of the way to smack your ass hard. Calmly, he soothes your heated skin, rubbing it softly before matching the sting to your other cheek.

Gasping out in shock y/n laughs at his rapid movements, almost forgetting that he is a Captain in The Gotei 13. “It's my turn now,” he grumbled, his cock never growing soft Jūshirō presses it against your ass. The cum from his ruined orgasm earlier smeared all over your ass the moment he smacked his cock on your skin there.

Running his cock head up and down your slit to tease you, he gripped your waist tightly readying you to take him, all of him. “I have been waiting all goddamned night...” “Correction...” “Fucking weeks!” “For this, for you, babe,” Jūshirō said his voice sounding tired and strained. “Tit for tat baby,” He said just before plunging himself into your dripping cunt.

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Pushing all of his weight onto your body, your back arched until your ribs lay flat against the bed. Jūshirō leaned close to your ear, close enough that y/n could feel his breath against her skin. Completely submerged in your depths, he could hear you whimpering below him.

Smacking your ass, he thrust his hips harshly into you. “Goddamn...” “Uhhg, fuck princess...” “Your pussy is so tight,” “Bout time I fix that, yeah?” Jūshirō said with a chuckle. Y/n lay totally dazed underneath him, not sure how she ended up in this position but wasn't gonna complain about it otherwise. “It's been far too long baby,” y/n said whining, “Don't ever make me wait again, Jūshirō Ukitake,” she said still trying to front her dominance before crying out at the sharp feeling of his cock dragging against her G-spot.

“But you're so sweet... And wet,” Jūshirō grunted in between thrusts. “So worked up,” “and all for me,” “I think I'll make you wait more often, baby,” He grinned down at you. His brown eyes gazed lovingly at your form and how it splayed out underneath him. The way your hair curled and stuck to your sweat-slicked skin, and the way your legs were spread just right; that every time he shoved himself into you, your ass would jiggle against his hips. You were a sight worth beholding, and he wasn't going to let a single moment pass him by.

The sound of your ragged breath and the way you cried out every time he collided himself into you, was like music to his ears. Gripping your waist with both hands now, Jūshirō held you in place as he lazily pulled his cock out to the tip, then drove it right back into you with force.

His balls noisily slapped against your messy, soaking-wet pussy. A cacophony of “aahs...” “mmms...” curses, and groans rang around the room as you two continued to make vicious love together.

Jūshirō’s soft hands groped your skin and roamed around your body voluntarily. Gripping your ass he spreads your cheeks and peered down in between. “Fuck...” “I love the way your pussy grips my cock baby,” “Why don't you cum all over it for me, huh?”.

His pussy-drunk words fell from his mouth, dripping like sweet honey and calming y/n’s heightened senses. Clenching her muscles and surprising Jūshirō with a kegel, y/n was greatly rewarded with a forceful moan coming from Jūshirō. “I'm not that easy...” “Captain,” Y/n said with a teasing laugh, clearly poking at his failed attempt at lasting earlier. “We’ll see about that baby,” Jūshirō taunted. Pulling out, “Flip over,” his voice was demanding, deep, and warm. They sang through your ears and traced your skin softly, rousing goosebumps all over for just a moment.

Doing exactly what she was told y/n lays on her back but with her knees touching, refusing Jūshirō access to enter. “C’mon, don't be like that baby girl,” he heckled urging y/n to behave. “Make me,” y/n grinned brattily. With a look of pride on his face, Jūshirō gripped under your knees and pushed your legs up towards the headboard. “I'll be taking this, thank you,” he said, admiring your glistening lips as they shone plump, wet, and shiny under the bedroom light.

Taking his cock in hand, he slips his tip in between your slit and collects your wetness, rubbing slowly up and down. Once adequately lubed up he smacks his thick girth across your pussy. Jūshirō chuckled at y/n with every smack, as her legs quivered and toes curled from the quick sensation of his cock smacking against her clit.

The tables seemed to be turning quickly as y/n so badly wanted to shout at Jūshirō to quit teasing. Sensing your eagerness, Jūshirō presses his tip into your entrance. “This is what you want right?” he said breathily, “You want my cock inside of you baby?” “You're looking needy, my love,” he smiled prettily down at your flushed, frustrated face.

Y/n huffed in annoyance, because ‘obviously yeah,’ Jūshirō became her least favorite person any time he would tease her. He always gave y/n what she wanted until he doesn't. It happens most often when she’s horny, and that was just cruel. “I don't know what to do unless you tell me, babe,” he pressed into you further. Shallowly thrusting the tip in and out, over and over. “I was supposed to be the one... Hah... Teasin’... You! Fuck...” y/n whined, trying to wiggle against him to push him deeper, all in vain of course. The grip Jūshirō had was perfectly placed, he could do whatever he wanted to Y/n and she would be at his mercy.

“Use your words, my love,” Jūshirō cooed gently, y/n squirmed against him frustrated as ever, and cried out, “Just fuck me already!” “Please!”.

“Whatever my princess wants,” he sighed, sliding himself deep into you, “God... Your pussy is... So fucking good!”. Jūshirō’s body shuttered at the feeling of your slick walls sheathing his length, throwing his head back in a deep growl his hips started rolling ferociously into your core. Spreading your legs, Jūshirō pushed your knees up toward your chest, folding you. His strong thighs encompassed your hips for leverage, drilling his cock against your G-spot. The obnoxious squelching that ensued from his movements, was enough for y/n to become embarrassed by her intense arousal. Blush covered her face, contorted in pleasure her pussy twitched and tightened with each thrust.

The Jūshirō Ukitake y/n was being faced with now was entirely different from his usual friendly, personable, nerdy self. His demeanor changed in an instant when he got control of you, pounding you into oblivion. Y/n screamed out as Jūshirō showed zero signs of slowing down.

Effortlessly he slid in and out, and deep enough that y/n could've sworn he was fucking her guts. Feeling full to the brim, y/n’s pussy seized and released uncontrollably from his intense rhythm. Falling silent, y/n gasped for breath and rolled her head back onto the pillows. Her mouth gaped but no noise came out, her body convulsed hard as her orgasm flooded all of her senses. “Oh fuck!,” “Ugh... Yes!” “Great job, my love” “I fucking love it... When you cum all over me, like that.” Jūshirō praised you, his eyes full of passion and lips slightly parted. The rolling waves of y/n’s orgasm had her pussy pulsing around his swollen cock, pushing Jūshirō to the edge.

“Shit!...” “I’m gonna fucking cum!” “Fuck! So hard!” Jūshirō thrusts got sloppy as he reached pure bliss. His cock throbbed as his orgasm washed over full force. Moaning loudly just as the first wave took over him, Jūshirō grunted and clenched his jaw with sweat rolling down his temple. Pulling out he pumped out a few ropes of cum that messily covered your mound, and lips, dripping toward your sticky entrance. Taking his tip, he smeared his mess all over, inserting some into your cunt and marveling how it decorated your lips so nicely.

Releasing a deep breath, Jūshirō’s whole body relaxed. His head fell with his shoulders as his lower body jerked with the aftershocks. Opening his eyes, he released his grip from your thighs, y/n’s legs dropped heavily as she heaved for breath. Swallowing thickly, she peered up at Jūshirō whose face was just as red as hers. Beaming at him y/n couldn't help the fit of giggles that roused from her while she stared at her thoroughly fucked out husband before her. Chuckling confused at your reaction, Jūshirō raises a questioning eyebrow at you, “What's so funny? Mrs. Ukitake?”. “You.” she said smiling satisfactorily, “You’re funny. Sexy, and beautiful,” “I love you so much, my sweet husband,”

“I love you to my beautiful, loving, darling wife,” he declared, his brown eyes resting happily in yours.

🌸End🌸

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This was longer, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed working on it! I took a little different take on Jūshirō’s character so I hope that was okay! The story was really short with just a blowjob scene, can't say a lot without it sounding the same after some time! I worked really hard on this so I hope it shows lmao 😩💕

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