#omg please follow my wife

[chuluoyi]

the secret wife

- nanami kento x reader

follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!

genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is

note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')

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On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...

“Hello? Yuji—”

Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.

“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”

Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.

“Oh? What's—”

“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”

And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—

—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.

“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.

Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...

Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.

And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.

“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.

One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.

“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”

And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.

But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.

And did he feel so miserable afterwards.

. . .

“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”

Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.

"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."

"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"

"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."

And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”

"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"

"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"

Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—

"I'm going after them!"

"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"

Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.

Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.

Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.

The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.

"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"

Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.

"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"

"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"

Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"

With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?

Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"

And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."

"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.

"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"

After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.

"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"

"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"

"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.

"Eh? Huh!?"

Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—

Crash!

"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.

"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"

"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"

"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.

Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."

"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.

Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"

For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.

It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.

Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"

Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.

“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”

“S-so you are married!”

“Yes, that was what I—”

“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”

Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.

Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”

“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”

“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.

"Aren't we friends?! How—!"

"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.

Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.

"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"

"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.

Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.

There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.

"Gojo," Megumi blurted.

"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.

Epilogue

"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"

That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.

"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"

You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."

Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."

"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."

"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.

"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”

Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.

"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"

"People like Gojo are confused—"

Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."

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Wondering what boop count your 3 letter word corresponds to? I gotchu:

Using a python script I wrote, I booped myself 50,000 times, saving an image of my boop-o-meter every 500 boops. Before we get into the results, there are two important limitations to this study that I should mention:

Firstly, because I only recorded the boop-o-meter every 500 boops, if a message appeared for less than 500 boops it may not have been caught.

Secondly, every now and then my computer would lose a boop or two when a click wouldn't register. This is seen in the 500 and 1000 boop images below, which in reality read 498 and 994 respectively. Because of this, boop values are slightly lower than they appear.

With that out of the way, lets dig in.

0-999:

From boops 0-999, the boop-o-meter displays your boop count, and changes color as you boop

Boop count: 0 Boop count: 500 Boop count: 1000

Boop fact: the colors do not change after 1000

LOL:

Between boops 1000 and 1500, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'LOL'. This likely took place at 1000 boops, but maybe it said 'MAX' or sumn for awhile at first? Idk this is already the misinformation website so not my problem.

Boop count: 1500 (actually more like 1490 ish)

More results below the cut

OMG:

Between 1500 and 2000, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'OMG'. Again, this probably happened at 1500 but who knows. Maybe staff made it 1523 for the bit or something.

Boop count: ~2000

WOW:

The boop-o-meter remained at omg until the 3500 boop readpoint, when it switched to 'WOW', meaning this transition happens somewhere between ~2980 and ~3480.

Boop count: ~3500

Boop fact: 'WOW' is the second longest reigning message

*-*:

Between 5000 and 5500 the boop-o-meter switched to '*-*'. You get the idea at this point so I'll speed it up.

Boop count: ~5500

WHY:

The boop-o-meter changed to 'WHY' between 6000 and 6500 boops. For science. That's why.

Boop count: ~6500

PLZ:

Next was 'PLZ', switching between 7000 and 7500.

Boop count: ~7500

AAA:

I'm not sure what bloody urine has to do with anything, but for some reason staff felt is was important to display, switching between 7500 and 8000.

Boop count: ~8000

;_;:

Huh the colon makes that one look weird. 8000-8500.

Boop count: ~8500

Boop fact: That fucking cat haunts me in my dreams

0_0:

I realized after I set my pyautogui script running that my computer wouldn't turn off its screen because of the clicking, so there was a strobing blue light in my room all night. This encapsulated my expression while trying to sleep (8500-9000).

Boop count: ~9000

MAX:

After 9000 it displayed 'MAX'. This was cap. (9000-9500 switch).

Boop count: OVER 9000 (9500)

<33:

I miss my wife. 9500-10,000.

Boop count ~10,000

TUM BLR:

THE HOLY GRAIL. The boop-o-meter switched to displaying 'TUM BLR' between 10,000 and 10,500 boops. Because my actual boop count was slightly behind my theoretical, I'd guess that this change happened at 10,000 boops.

Boop count: ~10,500 (likely switched at 10,000)

Summary:

When charted the boop curve looks as follows:

Boop curve: 0 - 10,000 boops

My script continued to run until 53,000 boops, but no further changes were observed. Again, there were quite possibly more messages at lower boop values, but my ass is not checking. Maybe I should have scaled my sampling accordingly, but it is what it is. Thank you for joining me on this journey, and if you have any corrections or more information, please add it to this post.

Boop fact: Terfs DNI

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙private, not a secret | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x wife!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established/secret relationship

warnings: very fluffy :))

summary: in which you and your husband like to keep things on the low so much so that none of his fans know about the family you have together

a/n: i luv this req tbh i lowkey luv writing kids in it's sooo cute im lowkey broody af atm too 😭 helllll

request!!!: Hi!! Could I request an smau with max where he has a secret family or something idk I just think it could be really cute !

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there is always going to be rumours ahout my relationship considering we keep things to ourselves, neither of us find it necessary to comment on them very often. *laughs* i've never heard anyone say i'm hiding y/n, no. we have always been private but never ever a secret and that's how it will remain for the most part

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[lovelinoss]

a/n : idk man.. hyunjin manspreading did something to me 😵‍💫 like omg wife me up UGHH 😭 and his piercing!! It fits him so well omg

warnings : smut!! MDNI!!!, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP UR WILLY BEFORE U GET SILLY!!), pure smut lol.

“Good girl, aren’t you?” He said cutely while having his hand tangled into your hair in a makeshift ponytail, bobbing you up and down on his cock. You moaned around his length, causing him to groan lowly.

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“You’re home?” You called out from the sofa you were lying on, getting up to greet Hyunjin who came back from his dance practice. You met him at the doorway. He obviously wasn’t happy, you could tell. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips in a slight pout. “Did something happen during your dance practice? You look upset.” You said, reaching your hands up to his cheeks and rubbing them, moving his short, purple hair out of the way for you to look at him in the eyes, and his newly pierced eyebrow while at it.

“I couldn’t get my dance moves right,” he complained, grabbing your wrist to pull you with him while he walked to the living room. You obliged, following his footsteps. “I’m so stressed. I have to do this by Friday and it’s already Wednesday.”

“Want me to help?” You offered while Hyunjin plopped down on the sofa , making himself home.

“Like..?” He said, his pout turning into a smirk. He looked smug. He looked hot.

You got down on your knees in front of him. He looked so handsome, with his legs spread out and him looking down on you. You looked at his eyes, then his crotch, then back into his eyes. Motioning to him what you wanted to do for him. He smirked.

That’s how you ended up here, getting choked by your boyfriend’s cock while he fucked himself with your mouth.

“That feel good?” He said, still grabbing you by the hair. You whined, indicating you were enjoying this.

By this point, you took your own shorts off, leaving yourself in your sweatshirt and your panties. He looked down, noticing the wet patch you left on your panties. You noticed this way long before. Before you even started to suck him off. You were needy. You wanted him.

All of a sudden, he pulled you off his dick, bringing you up to kiss you harshly. You whined, feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter every second.

“C’mere” he said in between the kiss, placing you down onto his lap, near his crotch. You whined, still in the deep kiss between you and Hyunjin.

“You want me yeah?” You nodded, pleading and pouting.

“Please..”

He kissed you again, bringing his hand down to your panties and swiftly removing it. You gasped when he put one finger in your cunt, then a second. You pulled away from the kiss, panting with small moans as he fingered your wet cunt.

“Fuck-“ he said, pumping you still as you closed your eyes, placing your head in the crook between his shoulder and head. “You’re so wet baby. You want me that bad?”

You nodded, making your way to his neck to start sucking him at his sensitive spot. He groaned weakly. He pulled out, making you whine for more. He kissed your hair.

“Don’t worry baby,” he said, moving your head so that you guys had eye contact. “I’ll give you my cock, alright? Such a good girl, yeah?”

You lifted up a bit so that you were now hovering over his hard. He lined his cock with your wet cunt.

“Please..” you moaned weakly. He grabbed the side of your hips, pulling you down onto his cock slowly, but harshly. You gasped, grabbing for his shoulder and holding it tightly. You moaned. You whined. You whimpered.

“You’re so tight- fuck.” Hyunjin groaned, slowly starting to move you on his cock after you guys got used to the stretch and the tightness. He took your sweatshirt off, unclasping your bra leaving you completely exposed in front of him. He reached for your breast, kneading them, causing you to sigh out in pleasure.

He grabbed your hips again, pulling you out until only his tip remained in your cunt, then slamming you back down. You gasped, feeling his tip hit your cervix. You cried out his name, gasping and sighing in pleasure.

He kept bouncing you on his cock, hitting you on all the right places. You started clenching around his cock, making him groan. He knew you were about to cum, knowing you always clenched when you were close.

“You close, sweetheart?” You whined, tears rolling down from the pleasure he gave.

“Fuck- fuck..” you cried out, scratching at his bare back now, his hoodie long gone on the floor meters away. He was definitely going to have scars for a while with how strong you were clawing at his back. You also had hickeys all over your neck from how much Hyunjin kept nibbling your neck, knowing how much you loved it.

Finally, you came undone. You cummed all over his cock, whining and crying out his name. Hyunjin thrusted a few more times until he, too, came deep inside you, coating your walls white. He grunted as he came, holding you tight.

You looked up back at him, caressing his cheeks.

“Feel better?” You asked him, giving him a small peck on his lips.

“I think I made you feel better,” he smirked, kissing you back. “You were moaning and all tha-“

You slapped him on the chest to stop him from talking, being embarrassed.

“Stop!” You exclaimed, hiding your face between the crook of his neck. “You were groaning and whining too.”

“Proves that you made me feel good, yeah?”

You nodded, kissing him on the neck.

[rosyblooom]

a in anniversary is for apple pie! | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: charles and y/n return from their wedding anniversary dinner to find their daughter still awake and adamant about wanting the apple pie she was promised tonight! A/N: tysm for 500 followers🥹 pls accept this entirely sweet & happy fic as a token of my appreciation🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading <3

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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."

"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.

With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.

"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.

Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"

Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.

“You promised me apple pie, Maman!” D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. “And I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!”

Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. “Alright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?” Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.

D/N nods solemnly and whispers, “You promised me you’d make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,” she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.”

Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about that,” you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled ‘Annie’s pay’. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. “This covers today, plus a tip, of course.”

Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. “I can’t accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.”

“What?” You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. “No, absolutely not.” Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. “This is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so that’s on me, really.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?”

You let out a hum. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,” you chuckle, “you're making me feel old.”

“Right, sorry, Y/N,” Annie quickly corrects herself.

Satisfied, you nod. “We’re getting there… But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,” you emphasise, “you’re a huge help to my family.”

"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again."

With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.

A short while later…

"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.

"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.

D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"

"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"

"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.

Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day af—?"

"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"

"Okay, okay… Time to wash your hands then, honey."

D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.

Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.

Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it… But I can wait, mon cœur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.

Remembering your husband’s earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, “Oh, can you now?”

Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.

“Hands are washed!” she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.

"Good job, darling." You slip from Charles’ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."

Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "You’ll chop up the apples, and D/N…" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"

To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charles’ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I don’t want to work with you, Maman."

The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.

As you turn around, you feel Charles’ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"

“Shut the fuck up” you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.

“I heard that!”

D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. “I’m sorry, D/N, I shouldn’t have said that,” you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. “It’s just that your father has a knack for being an annoying sh—” You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. “Let’s just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?”

“No! Papa is never annoying, you’re wrong,” she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. “Come on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, I’ve already started!”

“Coming, my love,” Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. “So, I’m an annoying husband, huh?”

You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. “I could've said worse, trust me.”

“Papa!” D/N's voice rings out.

Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.

“Guys, we only need about eight to ten apples!” you call out from across the kitchen.

Charles winks at you. “Perfect, we have nine.”

Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.

Some time later…

As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, “Here, Maman! We finished!”

"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.

Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.

As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"

Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.

"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."

D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"

You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.

Two hours later…

"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.

"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."

You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.

With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.

Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.

Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. I’m going to bed now."

She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."

In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.

After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/N’s plate, and remark, “I’ll pop this in the freezer.”

As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.

Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.

"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cœur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.

It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."

You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.

Both of you are left breathless.

Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerly—you need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.

Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cœur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.

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kiss me thru the phone!

pairings - logan sargeant x law student!reader (no faceclaim).

warnings - nothing <3

summary - oscar has a new number. no problem! until logan realises he hasn’t been texting his friend his breakdown but rather some random girl. well… let’s hope you have some good advice at least.

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author’s note: PLEASE ignore the shitty photoshop job on the text messages. the app is usually use to make these texts decided to stop working so i need to find a new one 🙄 also if u guys liked this… u should read my other logan fics — summer lovin’ and manifest it! 😜

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I heard you wanted some muscian Eren thirst so I'll do my best:

What if Ms. YN (back before she & Eren got matching/couple tattoos) got a custom temporary tattoo of her man's name & placed it like a tramp stamp? What if that night when she's performing with her crew she posts some spicy pics flashing the fake tattoo waiting for Eren to notice.

What if he noticed & when she gets home home & starts to undress she feels his hand travel up her body, bending her over the counter as he lifts her shirt to see his name just above her ass? Now YN's gone & awaken his need to mark her. Poor thing, she didn't expect him to damn near break her but she plans to surprise him with a cute lil permanent "E" on her ankle if this is the reaction a fake tattoo got. She ends up walking funny the next day for sure.

OMG BABES!! you’re an absolute genius 😭 I love this so bad chdkhdkd

because imagine…you’re on tour, traveling the country or it’s your first time performing internationally. Either way, you’ve been apart from Eren for quite some time. Although dancing on stage and living the dream with your girls is amazing, you miss your husband! Neither of you are strangers to extended periods of separation due to work. Long nights on the road, weeks at a time in different locations that wasn’t the home you shared together. It admittedly took its toll, in many forms…

“Yes, baby..I miss you too. I miss you so much..”

“So come home already. Please, (y/n)..I need you.”

the shrill cries and whiny pleas spilling from your beloved, EJ. The sound of the mega star rapper’s moans pouring from your phone’s speakers as he stroked himself on the end. That tight fist enclosed around his cock as he played the very vivid imagery of your previous nights together in his mind. It was quite apparent that he wasn’t taking too kindly to his wife being thousands of miles away from him. Watching you vicariously through a phone screen as he surveyed that beautiful body. Once twirling on the pole half nude and shrouded in glitter and now, completely naked and on full display for him. So egregiously horny with no shame for his blatant submission. Drooling and bucking his hips up into his enclosed fingers..

“Baby..I can’t..soon as I get home though. You know imma take care of you, daddy. Imma give you what you need..”

a statement he intended for you to follow through on. Because in the days since that very salacious phone call, he’d hand nothing but time and unbridled obsession on his hands..carefully surveying and watching your Instagram account like that of a hawk. Breaking his very own conditions on social media just to get a peak of his princess..his gorgeous wife who was fresh off of a performance with one of his respected ‘colleagues’, who’d joined the tour as well. Spinning around that metal pole with six inch Pleasers twirling in the air. A sight that he loved to witness. But alas, Eren would be met with another one. One far more savory and the catalyst for his greed and lust. The same greed and lust he’d undoubtedly take out on you the second you touched down back at the shared Miami estate!..

“You gonna give me what I need, right? That’s what you said?..so do it, give me that fucking pussy!”

tearing and ripping you out of your clothes before you could even so much as reach the staircase! Folding you over the kitchen counter with a rough hand scaling the curvature of your back. His open palm smacking roughly against your plump ass with heavy slaps…he was relentless! However, the reason for his sudden aggression wasn’t just the fact that he missed you. No!..but rather, the aforementioned sight had awoken something serious in him. The need to make love..the need to mark and claim you like that of a primal animal!

“..Rennn! Okaaay, fuck! Take it, please..”

because what he saw was a rather interesting piece of ink riddling your skin. A tattoo…and one of his name to be more specific! Something he was blissfully unaware that you had obtained. The fact alone that you had did so and behind his back nonetheless had Eren ready to pound that that tight pussy and fill it with every spilling drop of his cum until you couldn’t even walk straight. “You’re so sneaky, baby. I like that shit..didn’t think I’d see it, did you?” taunting mercilessly as he begins to rut his hips into your backside. The thunderous claps of your asscheeks against his pelvis with fluid yet deep strokes, one sharper than the next. All you could do was maintain that perfect arch and grasp for the marble countertop with all your strength to bear the sharp thrusts. But it wasn’t a reaction of misery. You loved it! You loved seeing him become so riled up at the thought of having you stamped with his seal. Clawing his fingernails into your waist and tugging you back with sharp gasps hissing in your ear.

“Tell me it’s mine, baby. Let daddy know who that shit belongs to..” the pure sex appeal dripping from his voice like that of honey. But he didn’t have to take your word for it. Because after countless rounds of rough and filthy lovemaking in every inch of the house. Taking you from the kitchen, the staircase and even the upstairs balcony for all the nights of pent up sexual frustration, you’d find yourself stumbling lopsidedly to the tattoo parlor. The shop where he’d gotten countless pieces on his own body done. Sitting upright in a chair as the artist engraved a single capital ‘E’ on your skin; right next to the diamond tennis anklet with his initials on it. Simply smirking at the thought of his reaction…and you didn’t have to wait long. Because nightfall would come around and you’d find yourselves engaging in another bout of steamy sex. This time in the comfort of your bedroom with R&B faintly thumping from the TV..pale red lighting illuminating the room and his chiseled body hovering over you. Placing tender kisses along your calf as he hoisted your leg up to his shoulder. Those movements getting lower as his rings grazed your skin. He’d whisper sweet nothings to compliment those pecks, telling you how beautiful you were but his reaction would turn from merely elated to all but ecstatic when he spotted it…

“You like it?..”

being met with a toothy smirk and the faint glint of his silver slugs on the bottom row of his teeth staring back at you. That was most certainly an understatement because he’d prove to you just how much he loved seeing you rock his name. Both physically and metaphorically..

“..that’s my girl..”

and soon, everyone else would too!

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OMG, I JUST READ UR STEPDAD LEON FIC AND BITCH I COULDVE BUSTED A NUT. THAT SHIT WAS PUSSY DRIPPING PERFECTION, I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ SMUT THAT FUCKING GOOD.

You’ve got MAJOR talent, oml

❝ catch us if you can ❞

stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: just Leon being a very cuddly stepdad to you.

content: 1.8k words, p in v, smut, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, soft dom leon, porn with some plot i think, thinking abt do a serie abt stepdad!leon. you have another part to read if you want.

note: thank you for your words !! i haven't written in a while but your message inspired me to follow this version of the Leon that i like so much, i hope you like this little gift ;)

The headboard of your mother's bed was banging frenetic and messily against the wall of the room. If you weren't with both legs spread in such an obscene manner, you could have seriously worried about the neighbors' complaints and the problems that would mean, but, come on... there would be time to worry about that, maybe when you didn't have your stepdad fucking you with all his might against his wife's matrimonial mattress, and you weren't moaning in such a pathetic way.

Leon's cock was plunging inside you and pounding your womb with a precision that was nothing short of bringing you to the brink of starting to shed the first tears, his bare chest pressed against your tits, crushing them, while his mouth carelessly kissed yours and saliva leaked out shamelessly. His rhythm was messy and desperate, as if he sought to please you no matter what, but couldn't fight that instinct to fuck you with total selfishness as soon as he felt you squeezing him like a bitch in heat seeking to leave him without even the last drop. "Baby, baby, fu-fuck" he moaned pulling away from the kiss as the squeaking of the poor wood of the bed got louder and louder "Stop squeezing me like that, for the love of god... I swear when I cum I will fill you so full of my cum I will give you a beautiful baby" a small squealing moan came from your lips as both of his hands played with your tits squeezing and pampering them just like he knew how to do "Is that what you want, love? To be fucked so hard then swell these beautiful tits even more, don't you?" inevitably your legs trembled at his tone of voice and your hands clutched at his back, clawing at him in the same rhythm as his balls hit your skin hard and his fingers were soaked with the juices you slowly started to produce being close to your orgasm.

"Leon!" you moaned desperately "Da-daddy, please, I'm going to cum, stop it!, I-" he deep chuckle was heard as it mingled with his guttural moans as he felt himself suffocating inside you because you were at your limit inevitably bringing him to his. And, fuck, it would sound fucked up to him but it warmed him up so much to hear you calling him 'daddy', with that soft and aching little voice, like a little kitten looking for his caresses no matter what. For that very reason he paid no attention to you, and his onslaught became more and more erratic and didn't stop even though a scream of pleasure made itself in your throat as you felt that heat in your abdomen dissipate and expand into a strong orgasm, squeezing with your legs around his hips so that he stayed pounding into that sweet spot inside you. Even Leon should have used a condom, but that feeling he got from cumming at the same time as you and having hot spurts of cum fill his girl completely drove him crazy whenever you fucked, the idea that even when you both pulled away his essence would still be in your body.

"Shit, babe" he grunted, penetrating you one last time until he felt his base was completely inside you, thus being able to see the tip of his cock hit your stomach and protrude slightly, causing you to spasm hard as a consequence of having fucked you even through your orgasm. He was sweaty and felt heavy against you, sinking into your neck as you tried to regulate your breathing and he the same, gently kissing your skin with marks from his mouth. You felt his two-day-old beard prickle and tickle, stealing a chuckle from under you.

"You kind of have a lot of beard already, don't you, old man?" you joked and ripped a chuckle from him causing him to settle into your side, slowly pulling out of you. Inside you and without wanting to admit it out loud that puzzled you, feeling that annoying emptiness that meant not having him inside you. He was always so thick, big, filling you up and making you feel complete.

"I thought they were one of the things that made me charming" he replied, stealing an exaggerated sigh jokingly from you as your hand stroked his dull golden hair. His forehead still had hairs softly sticking to it from sweat and his mouth wouldn't leave your side, now kissing your shoulder softly.

You couldn't remember when it had become so normal between the two of you. At what point you stopped feeling so much guilt and stopped avoiding each other out of embarrassment giving way to simply letting things flow. Although the first few times they wanted to avoid the desire to be together, avoiding each other in the corridors of the house, or arriving late for dinner so as not to see the three of them together at the table, in the end they always ended up meeting in one way or another in the bedroom kissing and ending up fucking. It was inevitable, they could not avoid that things went up a notch with the need to touch each other more and more, to suck, bite, lick, kiss each other's body without fear of being discovered.

There was something in Leon that made you look for him when you felt bad, overwhelmed by your problems, maybe that helpful way of doing things and protecting you, of laughing with you at night while he hugged you and kissed your hair sweetly, that nice way of just being with you without the need to do or say anything. Like that moment where he had you cuddled on his chest, with that warmth flowing from his skin as they talked about whatever the fuck they were talking about during the day. That soon he had to go on one of his stressful work missions and he would miss you, and you asked him to bring you a souvenir like he always did, trying not to get too emotional worrying about what it would mean to be without him for so many days.

However, before you wanted to continue talking, the door to the main entrance opened, creating noise downstairs. Your mother had returned earlier than expected.

You both jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed your clothes from the floor which luckily were nothing more than a t-shirt and your panties, looking confused at each other. One look was enough to know that you just had to quickly lock yourself in your room; you didn't think much about it in fact, and before locking yourself in you watched as Leon arranged the unraveled sheets and put on his clothes as quickly as he could. Your mother's voice began to be heard as she came up the stairs and by then you locked the door to your room to make sure you didn't get any surprises. You began to despair, you didn't know exactly what to do and worse, you didn't know what Leon was supposed to do. You stuck your ear to the wood of the door, which luckily was thin enough to hear what was happening on the other side.

"Leon, honey, I'm back!" your mother said once she was upstairs, the shower head could be heard falling lightly and your stepfather's voice sounded muffled as he let her know he was showering. As always, a man of effective plans. "Oh, I understand, honey, thank you for taking my advice and opening the windows, the room needed airing out" she told him and you thanked God for making him a man attentive to detail, as the smell of sex was going to be all too evident, ever since you woke up that morning Leon hadn't let you rest for a second. It was morbid to think that in the same bed where your mother was relaxed right now, a few minutes ago you were having the best orgasm of your life... with her husband.

Interesting.

Seeing that they were out of danger and calmer, you changed and a few minutes later you went out to greet your mother, with the excuse that you were too busy with college work to go out to greet her. And everything continued normally, Leon came out showered and dressed in new clothes (clothes that did not have your sweet perfume impregnated in them), greeting her affectionately with a kiss and a hug, and you caressing your hair as if it were a father to his daughter, surprised for not having seen you all day, according to his words. No ulterior motives. A happy family.

It was midnight and silence lay in the house, everyone was in their respective rooms and you were boredly flipping through the various channels offered by your television. You were about to continue on your interesting task of lounging around when your door was softly knocked and Leon's voice was heard on the other side, asking your permission to enter. You laughed internally, reminding yourself of the first time you were together. "Come in, silly" you laughed, and he appeared, closing the door behind him, with that soft, charming smile on his face. He was in his pajamas, apparently they had gone to bed a while ago but for some reason he decided to show up in your room (not that it bothered you at all, as it was customary for it to happen).

"Hey..." he mumbled not so loudly so as not to create disturbing noises and wake your mother from her deep sleep, approaching your bed at a lazy pace "Is there space for one more?" he asked and you laughed, leaving a gap next to you big enough for him to get in even though, as always, you loved that feeling of being squashed in like a big bear. "I'm sorry it all happened so abruptly today, you know how it is..." you could feel the tone of guilt in his voice, not so much for what they were doing, but for making you feel displaced in a way. And the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he just wanted you to hang out for a little while, and then just kick you out of the room.

"You know that I know how things work, Leon, I'm not a little girl" you said letting his arms wrap around you, making your cheek squish into his fluffy pecs. You planted a soft kiss there and bit down, making him chuckle softly at the gentle tickle.

"Sure, you're not a little girl, though you keep biting me like one" he chided with that loving tone that you could easily mistake for paternal if it weren't for the fact that he was planting soft kisses on your lips, caressing you as if you were going to break "You know I love you, don't you?" he blurted out amidst the wetness of your mouth, and if it weren't for the darkness of the room he could easily notice the blush all over your face "More than I love anyone, you're my girll" your heart felt soft and warm, a sense of home and protection that only he could bring to it. You would be lying if you said that a feeling of pride and superiority came over you knowing that you were what Leon loved the most.

"And I love you more, even if you crush me whenever we sleep together" you pinched the side of his abdomen and he laughed deeply burying himself in your neck with devotion as he breathed in as much as he could of you, all your scent, all your essence that made him feel alive, warm and loved. All those nights you were together, with or without clothes on, he wouldn't trade them for anything or anyone. Because, almost as if it were madness, you had taught him that way of loving without limits in an almost unconscious way. And he would take care of you no matter what.

[goldsainz]

FRIENDS INTO LOVERS — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

request: “Hi, could I request a childhood sweethearts with lando please and thank you 🫶🫶”

NOTE: so i did a social media au for this, hope that it's okay! let's pretend for the sake of the story's timeline that olivia is slightly older 😁 i changed the request format thingy bc the gap it left bothered me… if you check my other requested works you’ll know what i mean

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lando.jpg Day 61. Road trip with the one and only yourusername

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yoursername my passenger princess <3

⤷ lando.jpg 😐😐😐

⤷ danielricciardo Don't even try to deny it

landofan1 literally love y/n sm

landofan2 i want a friendship like theirs

ynfan1 LANDO BEING A PASSENGER PRINCESS IS NOW CANON

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user1 when are they gonna get together!!!

maxfewtrell Still can’t believe I wasn’t invited🙄

⤷ yourusername this wouldn’t happen if you had other friends!

⤷ maxfewtrell Rude! I’m gonna tell Lando about this.

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yourusername All Of The Girls You Loved Before is out now in all streaming platforms!!! 💗

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landonorris So so proud of you! Everyone will get sick of me playing this all the time

⤷ yourusername you’re fr my #1 fan

⤷ landonorris And what about it? 🤨

landofan21 this 100% about lando no doubt about it

oscarpiastri New song for the McLaren playlist

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ynfan21 if this isn’t a confirmation post + the comments… then idk what is

ynfan22 “i wanna teach you how forever feels” when will it be my turn😭

landofan22 THE BEHIND THE SONG INTERVIEW??? if this song isn’t about lando idk what’ll do…

⤷ user21 what did she say?

⤷ landofan22 “It’s about loving someone so much you don’t really care that they’ve been with someone before you, just feeling grateful you’re getting the best version of them.” that is so about lando idc what anyone says

⤷ ynfan23 don’t forget about: “I wrote it thinking about how maybe there’s someone that’s always kind of been there, and you didn’t notice or the timing wasn’t right, but now that it is you don’t think about anything else other then them.”

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landonorris May I introduce my lovely girlfriend, Y/N! She’s been my friendfor more years than I can remember (17 if we’re being precise) and there is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Thank you, for being my best friend all this time and letting me love you ❤️

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ynfan31 OMG??? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS TODAY

sebastianvettel Congrats you two! Nice to see you both finally came to your senses

⤷ landonorris Thank you, Seb!

⤷ yourusername 🫶🫶🫶

landofan31 i’m gonna need 3-5 business days to recover

landofan32 THAT TWITTER USER WAS RIGHT???

ynfan32 words can’t describe how i’m feeling rn

mickschumacher Glad I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!!!

⤷ maxfewtrell Same here, mate! It was killing me

ynfan33 all this time they were together😭😭

user31 love is actually real

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yourusername i guess hard launching is the only way! i’ve loved this man for more years than i’d like to admit, as a friend and now as my boyfriend!! wherever you stray, i follow 🤍 (shoutout to user3 on twitter your thread was scarily spot on)

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landofan41 the willow lyrics😭😭

ynfan41 your honour i love them

lilymhe you’re still my wife, right?

⤷ yourusername forever and always, baby

⤷ alex_albon Crazy to see how people forget they have boyfriends at home…

ynfan42 THESE ARE NOW MY PARENTS!!

ynfan43 i guess being delulu works out in the end

landofan42 he’s the king of her heart (i’m sorry but i had to make the taylor reference)

francisca.cgomes now we can finally go on double dates!!

⤷ yourusername we could always go on a date alone

⤷ landonorris I think we’ll stick just with the double date

ynfan44 they’re officially the best couple on the grid

[allysunny]

Hiii can i request a fic for the 200 follower event? (Congrats btw!!!!!!!!)

9 & 10 with i

Nanami ofc 🙏❤️

"I miss you" + "Is this close enough for you?" + Bathing together x Nanami Kento

Words: 2.4k words

Warnings: Fluff, very soft Nanami, lots of fluff, like, real sweet, so much sugar you'll get a rush, bathing, some suggestive themes but it's barely there and not explicit at all, no use of y/n, not proofread. Do let me know if I forgot anything!

A/N: Hey there everyone! We're back with another of my event requests. I think I'm getting better at this "short drabble" kind of thing, don't you? 2.4k words. That's gotta be a record.

Anyway, I loved writing this. I love Nanami so much and he deserves the best. I also tried something with his names, I don't know if it's confusing,, but I called him "Kento" when it was from our point of view, and "Nanami" when it was from the 3rd?

I don't know if it's confusing? I was trying omg.

I hope you like this!!!! <3

You'd been close to dozing off on your bed when your husband got home. Your face was smushed against his pillow to take in whatever was left of his scent, and your phone was lying next to you, soft sound coming from its speakers.

When Nanami entered the bedroom, he already expected something like this might happen. You were a tremendously caring woman, and an even more doting wife, insisting on staying up to greet him every time he returned from a mission. Which lately, seemed to be every single evening.

So, when he'd told you he had to cancel your Friday night plans for the second week in a row, you tried your best to force a tight-lipped smile, and kissed his cheek, making him promise he'd arrive in one piece.

It hurt when he was gone. You weren't a stranger to the anxiety that pooled in your stomach whenever Kento was out on missions, but that did not mean you enjoyed it or what it entailed. You felt sick to your stomach whenever he for a mission, and lately, that's all he had seemed to do. Wake up, go to work, text you "I'm working overtime. Don't expect me for dinner", get home really late, fall asleep. Rinse and repeat. At first, he tried telling you not to wait up for him. After all, his schedule was unpredictable, and he didn't want to put your health at risk. But you never seemed to give up, and Nanami had come home to find you on various poses and doing a plethora of different activities to keep yourself awake until he returned.

Today though, it seemed like sleep was a worthy rival. You were closer to the land of dreams than you were to sensing the bed dip beside you.

Nanami sat next to your body and smiled sadly, caressing your cheek with his fingers. You looked lovely, even in your sleep, features softened by the dim glow of your beside candlelight.

His touch was enough though, and you blinked the sleep away from your eyes are you looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I was waiting for you," you mumbled, "I'm waiting for you. I'm up. I'm not asleep."

"I can see that," he hummed in reply as you sat up. You extended your hands and Nanami moved closer, resting his jaw on your palms. It was sort of a ritual you two had. He'd come home, and you'd look for any scratches, bruises, or anything that could leave a mark.

You were pleased to find his soft skin untainted and rewarded him with a soft peck on the lips.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"A few minutes after two. You should get some rest. I'll join you in a minute."

"No," you mumbled. "Where are you even going?"

"I need to take a shower. I'll be right back."

You whined and held onto his jaw tighter, not wanting to let him go. With all the missions your husband had been picking up, it had been a while since you spent some time together. Even when it came to sleep, you wouldn't be able to savour those sweet moments in which he wrapped his arms around you. You either fell asleep too fast due to the exhaustion or woke up to empty sheets. It was depressing to say the least, but you didn't want to worry Kento too much about it. He knew how you felt, and you knew he was doing his best to provide for you and to assure your quiet early retirement in Malaysia.

"I'll come with you," you answered, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, and getting up with a big stretch and a loud yawn.

"Darling, isn't it better if you just go to sleep? You must be exhausted."

"And I am," you nodded. "But tomorrow you're not gonna be home, and I wanna make the most out of the time you're still here. I'll just catch up on my sleep in the morning." It tugged at your heart that Kento was spending a perfectly fine weekend drowning in work back in Jujutsu Tech, but once again, you knew it all to be for the best in the end.

He hummed and dipped his head to kiss your head.

"That's a lovely sentiment, but I won’t be going anywhere tomorrow."

Your eyes widened and you looked up.

"What?"

"I'm not working tomorrow. I'll all yours for the entire weekend."

A giggle slipped past your lips and you all but jumped on top of the man before you. He caught you, of course, and you wrapped your legs securely around his waist, making quick work of peppering his face with kisses.

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're not messing around? You're staying with me?"

"Not going anywhere."

You giggled once again and pulled his face closer to yours, claiming your lips in his. He tasted like coffee and home, and you could taste him for hours on end. He kissed you back just as eagerly, pressing your body close against his. You tasted like the peppermint toothpaste you liked so much, and home. He felt like home. This is exactly where he belonged, bodies close together as you kissed his breath away.

"So," you offered him a smug grin after you pulled away, "That shower?"

"I have a better idea."

It was a better idea for sure.

Kento had asked you to wait outside in your bedroom while he prepared something, going from the bathroom to the kitchen, to your bedroom, to the bathroom, to the bedroom again, fetching and getting things.

It was only when it was finished that you realised it had been worth it.

Your husband had prepared a marvellous bubble bath, complete with rose petals and two glasses of champagne on the edge. The bathroom smelled of roses and vanilla, and you all but moaned in delight when you took a whiff of the sweet fragrance.

"Kento, this is – " you couldn't finish your sentence. There were no words to describe the burst of love you were currently feeling. You leaned back into Nanami's chest, and he placed a caring hand on your hip. You two fit like pieces of a puzzle, that was for sure.

"Hop in," he said. You did not need to be told twice. A tad bashfully, you got rid of your pyjamas, folding them and placing them on top of your bed before tying up your hair. You then slowly entered the tub, with help from Kento, ever the gentleman, who offered you his arm so you could steady yourself. As soon as you sunk in the water, you felt all tension leave your muscles. The water was warm, but not scalding hot, and you smiled because Kento always remembered everything about you. It was one of the reasons he was such a wonderful person and partner.

"Come close," you smiled, extending your hand towards his. He brushed it softly and got to work, removing his clothes, and throwing them in your dirty hamper. He then got inside the tub, positioning himself behind you. He sat down with his legs spread so you could slot in between and brought his hands to your stomach and waist to press your back against his chest.

"Is this close enough for you?" He asked in that sultry tone of his, the one he knew made your legs buckle and your knees weak.

"This is perfect," you replied, leaning into his touch. You sighed once again as he filled the tub some more and found comfort in the beat of his heart.

The two of you spoke for a while, content to just relax and catch up. It was three in the morning, and yet you found this to be absolutely perfect. Kento's hands around you would softly caress your skin, and you'd play with the bubbles and suds, blowing on them and giggling.

Kento confided in you about his work, which you were grateful for. He could be very closed off, but it made you happy he trusted you so much. Made you love and appreciate him even more, so every once in a while, you'd turn your head ever so slightly. Nanami, ever the understanding man, would pick up immediately and lean forward, pressing his lips to you. He'd never been a big fan of affection, but that all changed when you showed up and flipped his world upside down. Now, he couldn't get enough of you and indulged in whatever affections you offered him.

"This is nice," you mumbled, eyes threatening to fall closed.

Nanami hummed in agreement and kissed the top of your head as his hands lovingly ran up and down your chest, your stomach, your thighs – just about anywhere he could reach.

"I miss you," you say after a moment of silence.

"I'm right here," is his hushed reply.

"No, Ken," you say, turning your face towards his again. "I miss you."

Nanami sighed and kicked himself mentally. He knew where this was going, and hated every bit of it, but he also knew you needed to voice your concerns, so he let you speak.

"We haven't had any time together lately. You've been so busy with work... And I know it's all for Malaysia, and that you're doing your best to provide for us, but I just..." You fiddled with your fingers, playing with the bubbles that covered the water. "I just wish you made some time for us; you know. We have so much time to think about our retirement. I don't want us not to enjoy our time together because of that."

Nanami nodded and tightened his hold on you. He knew you felt this way, and he was feeling extremely guilty about it all. It was true though – everything he did, he did it to secure a nice future for the two of you in Malaysia, a dream you'd shared since the day you met. A house on the beach, books, maybe a crib in the corner and the pitter patter of tiny feet walking around barefoot. He wanted nothing more than that.

But he also knew he was being unfair. In spending all this time working towards your goal, he'd been neglecting you and your marriage.

And that couldn't do.

"I'm sorry, honey," he started, with a sigh. "You're absolutely right. I think that I do all of this simply because I want to get away from my line of work as soon as possible."

You listened attentively, nodding along. Kento had always been an amazing communicator, and you'd never had troubles telling each other how you felt. Just one more reason your marriage worked so well.

"All I want is to whisk you away to paradise, but that is causing me to brush you off and focus solely on my work. I feel like if I don't work as hard as I know I could, it means I'm letting you down. It means I'm not doing the best I can to assure you a nice future."

"Oh Ken," you frowned, turning around, and causing the water to tremble ever so slightly. "You're not letting me down." You spoke. "You never could. I know how badly you're working towards Malaysia, but you don't have to do it to the point of exhaustion. Like I said, we've got time. And I'm working too. We're both making an effort, and it will be enough, and it will be worth it. But let's enjoy our time together, alright? You never know what tomorrow may bring, and I want to make sure I don't waste a minute of my time by your side." Your hands were on his cheeks, and it wasn't until Kento reached out to wipe your cheek that you realised you were crying.

"I'm sorry, my love," he pleaded, holding your face, his whole entire world, in between his hands, carefully, his grasp feather-like. "I'm so sorry for making you feel so alone."

"You don't have to apologize, honey. You were doing it with the best intentions in mind. I too want Malaysia, more than anything. And our house on the beach, our books, the endless sand, and sun and maybe..." The unspoken words were left hanging in the end, and Nanami smiled. "But we should also cherish our time here. In our silly little suburban house, with our en-suite bathroom and our nice and green backyard. We should cherish us."

Nanami nodded, and brought your face closer to his, enveloping you in a warm hug as kissed you passionately. You swept your tongue over his lips and sighed blissfully as he cupped your waist tightly.

"I love you," Nanami mumbled, hazel brown eyes focused on yours.

"I love you too, Kento. So much. And I'm so happy I get to spend my life with you. I'm so lucky to have you by my side."

"No – " he interrupted you, placing a finger to your lips. "I'm the lucky one. I'm lucky to have such an incredible woman who supports me through and through, who never gives up on me, who has taught me how to love. I'm so grateful for you. I always will be, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You smiled at his confession and kissed him again. Your hands quickly went around his neck, and you played with his hairs at the nape of it. You tugged on his blonde locks softly, coaxing him to lean his head backwards, which granted you a better access to his mouth.

He groaned in response, and you could feel something hard press against your thigh.

"Someone's excited," you giggled against his neck, and Nanami gave your hips a soft squeeze, earning a squeal from you.

"Let me start right now."

"Hm?" You hummed in confusion.

"Proving just how much I love you."

In one quick motion, your positions were inverted. You were leaning against the tub, and Nanami was hovering over you, eyes dark with desire. It made hear pool in your lower belly and your cheeks felt warm.

"Kento – you'll make a mess out of the floor," you mumbled, looking at the way the water had started to spill out of the tub.

"I'll take care of it later," he replied, and dropped to kiss you, hands settling on your waist. "For now, let me just show you just how lucky I am. How much I cherish you. Please."

He parted from your lips to look into your eyes, a question hidden behind his. He was waiting for your reply. Of course. No matter how eager or aroused he was, your sweet Kento would always ask you first. Your heart felt like it was going to explode as he silently looked at you, waiting for a response.

And how could you refuse him, when he asked you so nicely, and you were so much in love?

A/N: And that's it!

I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it. Soft Nanami is my favourite, I afraid, after Angsty-Nanami.

I'm not dead, just busy with uni, so once again I thank you all for your patience.

Have an amazing day ahead!! <3

[strawberrystepmom]

izuku x f!reader. reader is referred to as wife, he is referred to as husband, reader has a defined and briefly mentioned career. wife guy deku compilation indeed.

Hey, have you seen this?

Your screen lights up with a text message from one of your closest friends, another message with a link to a video following quickly after and you tilt your head to the side at your desk reading the title of the video.

“Deku Wife Guy Compilation”

It makes you chuckle to see these terms stitched together, something that would probably not make much sense to your blissfully offline-as-he-can-be husband, but you understand what it means and press the link to open the video. It takes a moment to load and you jiggle your foot impatiently as it does, abandoning what you were last working on to focus as he comes onto the rectangle screen.

“My wife is the best,” filters through your phone speakers as clear as day and you smile despite yourself, the familiar butterflies you get every time you look at him blooming beneath your ribs.

“First of all, I want to thank my wife.”

“My wife is the true savior in our household, she’s a doctor…”

“My beautiful ____, my wife, my heart.”

“None of this would be possible without my wife so please give her a hand.”

It’s a three minute video stitching together every time he has mentioned you in victory speeches and press interviews and the like and it makes you wonder what people could be saying. You’re no stranger to running into the stray hater online yet you scroll down to the comments section, eyes widening when you see it filled with nothing but admiration for the strong foundation of love your marriage is built upon.

iluvchargebolt: man, i hope i’m loved like this someday :’)

momospantyliner: The way his eyes light up when he says her name at 0:48…beautiful.

Allmightisalright07: Reminds me of how i used to talk about my wife when she was still with us. They are certainly soulmates.

In comparison to other comment sections you’ve scanned in the past, this one makes you feel very warm in comparison and you feel the need to look away after being perceived by so many people who don’t even know you. Izuku’s love is so evident for you even strangers see it from a mile away, they can hear it in the soft way his tongue caresses your name like he’s kissing you every time he says it.

You put your phone down and turn back to your work, letting the video play over the speaker just to hear his voice when your screen lights up again and vibrates on top of your desk. Another text from the same friend, another link.

There are 10 of these omg

Another link pops up on your screen in a blue bubble, this time to a playlist containing videos in the same fashion as the first. Deku Wifeguy Compilation 1-10. Giggling to yourself, you press play and let the playlist run, each video growing in length with the shortest at 3 minutes and the longest at just over 10, your eyes widening realizing that he loves you so much there are videos worth of him simply stating it over and over and over again.

The same compulsion that led you to check the comments section on the first video takes over and you decide to pause the playlist and read, scanning the comments for anything you could potentially use as fodder to be angry about later.

shotopleasereturnmycalls: damn…i really am single.

Redriotsarmpithair9680: Love like this is rare. So glad our beacon of hope has a safe place to land after he’s done keeping us safe <3

You don’t dare to go any further lest you do see something you won’t like, keeping the video paused and locking your phone to set it aside and reflect. It’s strange to live a life so public and private all at once, hiding some parts and sharing the others, but you’re grateful the most consistent thing about Izuku is that he has never wanted to do anything but shine his light on you, to make you the spotlight of his world and everything about him.

Abruptly you pick your phone up and slide the screen upward, the messages app filling your screen. You click out of the thread with your friend and into the one with Izuku and you type out three simple words, the ones that you feel all day every day.

You: I love you.

Miles away, he looks down at his phone screen and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, scrunching his nose, freckles barely visible thanks to the low light and bad angle but it’s all him - silly and sweet and sincere. He sends it off with the three simple words he feels about you in return, all day every day.

Izuku: I love you too, my perfect wife.

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | trick or treat - e.m.

kinktober day eight - size kink

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: halloween night with your husband was supposed to be a calm one. passing out candy to the neighborhood kids, watching scary movies and chain-smoking joints as eddie rolled them. but you had urges, especially when your eyes couldn't look away from the difference of size in your thigh and eddie's thigh.

warnings: 18+ ONLY. minors are NOT welcomed. NO AGE = BLOCKED. size kink (reader is bigger than eddie), mentions of body image, talks of being a bigger woman, slight self esteem issues, pet names, unprotected penetration (p in v) *wrap it UP PLEASE*, creampie.

thank you for all of the love, AND nearing 400 followers on my blog omg. reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated and mean sooo much to me! give props to your writers! show your love!

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"BABYYY," EDDIE CRIED OUT when you straddled his lap on the couch. 

“what’s wrong?” you pouted, shifting to sit on your knees with your thighs encasing him in, tight. 

you knew how eddie got when you put your full body weight on him, straddling him just to throw your arms around his neck and hug him. the way he got when you held him tight in bed, snuggling your face into his shirt while you kept him stuck to you. how you loved being the little spoon despite the fact that you were three times eddie’s size, but he loved it even more. getting to explore your body and feel all of you, to be able to feel the way you trusted him with your body.

or when you would be the one to keep him still while you made him feel good, holding him down while you kissed down his chest. 

he was just so in love with you. eddie was obsessed with your every move, every word that came out of your mouth — he was thanking someone out there for somehow dropping you in his lap. literally.

“what if kids knock at the door? you know? trick or treat? smell my feet?” eddie excused, looking between you and the front door. 

a scary movie was on, one that eddie favored but you didn’t care for. it was hard not to make a move on your husband, especially when you’ve had a few homemade frozen margaritas with little pumpkin candies in them and passed at least three joints between the two of you. you were hot and bothered, high, just by watching him manspread with his arms gripping the back of the couch, puffing on his joint and blowing clouds of smoke, even doing occasional smoke tricks you could never do.

how was it your fault for climbing in his lap?

you two decided no costumes this year, just a movie night in and handing out candy to the kids from the neighborhood. but that didn’t stop you from wearing your thigh high socks that liked to roll down a lot — where the fuck can you find thigh highs that are big thigh friendly? — or wearing your comfortable long ghostface shirt eddie bought you. 

he was in his usual wife beater, black sweatpants and to be in the spirit, sporting his black beanie with a skull on it. you’d been eyeing his thighs all night, though strong and muscular, still comparing them to the way yours looked when you sat down next to him. they were smaller than your thicker ones, even when you stood up, and it drove you crazy. 

who could blame you? not when you had urges. urges that made you want to hold him and squeeze him tight until he’s begging for air, urges that made you just want to tackle him to the ground and kiss all over his face. or urges to even put your entire weight on him so he could hold you like that, eddie never saying no. 

one thing about eddie, is that even though you were bigger, he didn’t act like you were a burden because you were fat. so your urges that would make any of your ex boyfriends tell you no because you were heavy, like wanting to sit on their lap for as long as you wanted, eddie said yes.

but these urges were a little different. 

you had the urge to do something eddie never really asked you to do, something you did from time to time but not often because eddie loved to make you his pillow princess — you wanted to ride him, right here right now on the couch under the orange and purple halloween lights he help you put up. 

even thinking about when he helped you decorate the house, how you were in skimpy little bat shorts and you reached up to hang the string of lights — how he managed to get behind you and spank you, pulling your shorts down and bent you to hold yourself against the ladder, licking up the slick he caused. 

so that’s how you got here, grinding onto his clothed cock while a meaningless horror movie played in the background. eddie’s hands roamed free as he gripped your ass, your thighs and the roundness of your belly — but his words sounded different. 

“i don’t know baby, what if-” 

“eddie, do you want me to fuck you or not?” you deadpanned as you moved off of him, sliding down your shorts and panties and climbing back into his lap. 

“because if not, i’m thinking of just getting off on your lap while you watch.” 

your fingers moved to his waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hips rising to help you out. you scooted down his thighs to release his cock from the confines, his hardness bobbing and hitting against the cotton of his tank. 

“so pretty, eddie, you have such a pretty dick,” you admired as both of your hands wrapped around him. the heat was bouncing off of your body as you watched him throb in your hands. 

“you’re, you’re just so - fuck - so fucking sexy,” eddie gulped, eyes bouncing from where your hands touched him and your bare lower half, to your glimmering eyes. 

he loved the way you looked at him. 

“you think so, eds? you like me like this?” you smiled as you leaned over to spit down on his cock, watching the dribble hit the tip and you used your hands to spread it over his long appendage. 

when you first met eddie, you worried that maybe your size would be a little too big for him. you thought that maybe he was playing a joke on you, or that maybe he just wanted to be your friend. for the first six months of knowing each other, you convinced yourself it was purely platonic. 

but then things got more telling. things that someone who was into would do, like i don’t know, asking you on a date. but with this came other realizations. you knew you’d never be able to wear his clothes, or fit in a small fit booth at dinner. you knew that going to the gym together as a couple would be embarrassing for you, or even wanting to go on a hike. 

luckily for you, eddie hated all sorts of exercising. his idea of a date wasn’t traveling in the woods for a night. it was taking you to your favorite bookstore and buying you whatever you wanted, taking you on dates to the town’s fair or to a restaurant you were eyeing. 

eddie accommodated for you, because he loved you. because he saw first hand how the world treated fat people, especially fat women. every turn in this world, you had someone that made you a target because of how you looked. society was built for women who looked the exact opposite from you, and he wasn’t going to let you walk in this world with him by your side without doing what he could to ease your anxieties. 

he saw how people pushed past you, or how other women would laugh at your outfit and the way it fit you, the way men only acknowledged him and never you. not even a hello. and it pissed him off. you didn’t deserve to be ostracized because you were heavier, and he did everything to let you know that skinny or not, he would’ve found you anyways. 

so, eddie bought his clothes some sizes bigger than him, like his hoodies and shirts, just so you can put them on when you wanted.he remembered the way you cried to him one night, telling him he should just break up with you already because of how embarrassing it was to not even fit in your boyfriends clothes. 

eddie of course thought it was ridiculous, but still comforted you. he even encouraged you to slip on his own sized shirt, just so he could watch it squeeze around your breasts and fit you like a tight crop top. for his own pleasure of course. 

he never made you feel self conscious, and that same night he watched you squeeze into the medium slayer shirt he had, was the same night that he ripped it off of you and showed you how beautiful he thought you were. he’d always fight for you if you needed, protect you and defend you in everything, even if it was against your own plaguing thoughts.

he’d make sure that at dinner you were comfortable, moving the table towards him just so you had room in the booth across from him. he knew you felt like everything you did was embarrassing because as a bigger girl, you were always the butt of the joke. he figured he’d get ahead of the problem before you felt like you were bringing too much attention yourself by squeezing in places that you may not fit in, or doing mundane things. 

he was considerate while still making sure you didn’t feel like you were the odd one out. he loved all of you. god forbid someone made a comment about your weight, or made you feel bad about yourself — because maybe you’d let it go and it wouldn’t faze you since you grew up fat, but it drove him to see nothing but red. 

“baby you know i love you like this, you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he huffed out as you stroked him up and down. 

eddie gathered his long hair and moved it to the back, getting it out of his face so he could see how you worked him. 

“can you handle all of me, baby? you think if i sit on your pretty dick, you’d be able to sit still and let me ride you?” you asked and shuffled over to hover above his tip, sitting on your knees and looking down at him before kissing his cheek. 

you moved your kisses down to his jaw, to lick his earlobe and to nibble on the skin of his neck. you made sure to leave little hickies, wanting to see them purple and pink against his pale skin. 

“fuck, yes princess, i can, please,” he begged and you smiled against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your chest against his. 

you slowly swayed your hips to let his cock gather with your juices between the fat of your pussy lips, and gently sunk down on his length. the feeling of the  piercing stretch from just his head alone and the way his hands never left your hips drove you insane, always. 

he didn’t move you, or guide you, in fact he used your hips to keep himself grounded. he would listen to you, if it was the last thing he did. 

you thought the size difference between you and eddie was sexy. you liked the fact that though eddie was a little lanky, he still had the strength to do whatever he wanted with you — except pick you up but you’ve come to terms with it. 

until you noticed as you slid yourself onto his length and gripped his biceps, his muscles were firmer, stronger. you tried to settle down on his cock as your hands moved to his chest, and to his back, feeling the way he felt under your touch. 

something was different. and how you never noticed until now was beyond you. 

“eddie,” you breathed as you sat there. his eyes flew open from where he was buried in your neck and pulled back to see your face, “have you been working out?” 

eddie’s mouth was hung open as he felt you squeeze around him, flicking his eyes between the thick of your mound and your eyes. 

“i, yeah, i have.” 

what eddie didn’t say is that he’d been working out for you. when you told him about how he shouldn’t try to lift you, or try to pick you up just to hug and twirl you around, he took it as a challenge. 

he always wanted to bulk up, he was always the pale lanky kid that people used to want to push around back in high school. now, his only reason to build his muscle was so he could live out your every fantasy of being manhandled and thrown around like you’d weigh nothing, even trying to build enough stamina so he could find new ways to pleasure his wife.

so, he had to start somewhere. 

you felt yourself leaking even more onto his groin, pooling at his base as you squeezed your thighs around his and started to move up, before sinking back down. your hands never left his chest, and you bunched up his wife beater up his chest, feeling over the new outlines of his stomach. 

“fuck, eddie,” you moaned as you bounced on his cock, feeling his tip nudge your g-spot over and over as you rode him. 

eddie took the tank from you and yanked it up off of his body, doing the same with your shirt. it left you both bare, bodies exposed to each other and eddie lavished in the sight of every inch of your skin. he especially loved the tattoos you had inking your chest and breasts, little meaningless ones and the same little bats he had, going up your collarbone. 

the only thing you wore now were the socks that were sorry excuses of thigh highs, because now they rolled down to your knees. but eddie was slowly losing his composure, seeing you bare like this just for him. he was always possessive, and it gave him a sense of pride that he was the only one who could see and touch you like this. 

your hands were sprawled on his chest as he breathed through his mouth, the tightness of your hole and the warmth adding into his pleasure. 

“feel so fucking perfect around my dick, baby, look at these pretty fucking titties,” eddie said and let his hands move from your waist to cupping both heavy breasts in his hands, spilling out of his grip as he watches you fuck him. 

“god, eddie fuck, best fucking dick i’ve ever had in my entire life, i can’t fucking stop,” you cried as your hand traveled up his chest, to his neck and letting your thumb and two fingers press on either side of his throat. as you bounced a little faster on his cock, you leaned forward with his hands still groping your breasts and let your forehead meet his. 

you could feel his breath on your lips as he drank in your scent, “i love you like this, eddie. love when you let me fuck you like this, love how big you feel inside of me,”

you were moaning with every word, feeling his bush around his cock hit against your trimmed mound, letting your other hand move between the two sweaty bodies and rub at your swollen clit. 

eddie was letting out his own whimpers and groans as your slick coated every inch, and you squeezed ruthlessly around him even though he’d been the one stretching you out since you started dating. the feeling you gave him felt like a million tiny bats fluttering in every part of his body, like as if he was starting a new job or had to put on a presentation. 

you made him nervous, even still three years into marriage. you loved that about eddie, he made you feel like the sexiest woman on earth. just watching you rub your clit while swallowing his cock with your hole made his heart skip, his breath catching in his throat.

he always loved the sex between the two of you. it was incomparable, nothing could even come close to the way the two of you meshed together. sex was always more than pleasure for you, always meant more than it was made to be. and with eddie, it felt heavenly — it was exactly what you pictured what good sex was. like it was out of a book, something that you’d never expect someone like you to have. 

but you did. because eddie worshiped you. he made you feel like a goddess, like the ground you walked on should be kissed by him. you were some sort of drug, some sort of addicting substance because he couldn’t get away from you. 

it was spiritual, physical, emotional. every time you two had sex it felt like the first time, and it was intoxicating. his only way of making sure he’d never lose you? make you his wife, so he knew that no one else would even have the chance to come close to you. 

eddie’s hands gripped your breasts tight and let them fall back to their natural position. his hands moved to your calves where the thigh highs rolled down to, rubbing over the firm muscle that tensed, and letting his hands run over the curve of your waist and to your back. he rubbed and squeezed over your back, gripping at every part of you. 

you didn’t mind when eddie loved all over of you, feeling him squeeze the fat of your sides or watch how his hands sank into your skin when he gripped you. eddie didn’t know how much more he could take of letting you bounce on him, how he could contain himself and not buck his hips up to meet your contact. 

“it’s all for you baby, my pretty little wife, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he moaned, “can’t believe i get to watch you like this for the rest of my life,” 

you smiled, letting go of his throat and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, until you moved your lips down his jaw and to his neck, even to the arch where his neck was and to his collarbone. 

“fuck, baby i can’t sit still, i can’t, please let me fuck you, princess,” he grunted, feeling the walls of your cunt flutter around his cock. 

“take it, eddie, fuck me. i’m yours,” you cried and pressed your bare chest to his, burying your face in the crease of his neck so that your temple was pressed against collarbone. his lips instantly found your skin, kissing over your face and even leaning over to kiss the skin of your sweaty shoulders.

it took less than five seconds for eddie to situate himself and scoot to lay flatter on the couch against the cushion, using his feet to plant himself on the floor and grabbing the back of your thighs to halt your movements. 

“fuck yeah you are, my fucking wife,” he grunted and started to fuck up into your hole, reaching a new depth that you failed to attempt to reach.

“oh, fuck, oh my god,” you cried with each thrust, feeling the vibrations of his thighs slapping against yours hit your cunt and choke out any words you spoke. 

usually when he had you like this, it didn’t last a while as his own strength would give up on him and he’d lay you on your back to bend your legs as far as they could to angle more into your cervix. but this time, with the extra time and money he spent in the gym, his pace was relentless and steady. 

you loved him like this. you got to hug his frailer body, pulling him into your embrace as your body covered his entirely. eddie loved it too, somehow feeling strong and protective, big and bad even though realistically you were able to manhandle him if you wanted to.

which he liked, and often asked for. the slapping, choking, degradation — though he loved to be your protector, you soon figured out that he liked to feel like he was as small as he really was. 

“so good, so so so good,” you chanted and he smiled as he tried to peek at you, the side of your face barely showing with your hair in the way. so he moved it for you, scooting your hair to the other side as you let your left hand press into the side of his neck. 

your nails skimmed his jaw and cheek as you held your hand there, and he watched your face contort into pleasure as he kept fucking up into you. 

“it’s good baby? like when i fuck that pretty fat cunt? my fucking cunt?” he grunted and you whined, tears falling from the corners of your eyes, “i know baby, can’t get enough of you putting that pretty pussy on me,” 

you couldn’t speak, already going dumb as his pace got more confident. sounds, whimpers and whines came from your throat to match the rhythm he set. he could listen to you all day, watch you come undone time after time again. he’d never get bored of you. 

“let me see you, let me see that pretty face, wanna see you cum for me,” he grunted and craned his neck as you lifted the side of your face to look up at him from his shoulder. 

he was already watching you, but you saw his eyes move from yours to the way your ass recoiled from his constant movements. 

you felt desired, wanted and attractive to the man you’d crushed on since college, and as you met his thrusts to give him some release from holding up all your weight, he moved one of his hands from the back of your thighs to the side of your face — matching you. 

the tingling in your stomach only grew bigger and into of a burning sensation, feeling hot all over as your legs were met with a cold chill. 

“babyy,” you whined and shut your eyes briefly before he tapped your cheek, 

“look at me princess, tell me, are you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my dick and make a mess?” he cooed, somehow more put together than he thought it would come out. 

his breathing was labored, bodies glistening with sweat as the sound of your slick grew the harder he fucked up into you. it was distracting for eddie, and as you laid there on his chest with your hips meeting his thrusts, he felt himself chasing after his own release. 

you reached your hand down between the sweaty bodies after lifting up a little, and rubbed circles on your clit as you laid back on him and your arm. 

his arms were wrapped around your waist now as he scooted his ass to hang off of the couch, getting more leverage in steadiness to hold you tight to him and paralyzing you to just take his cock as he thrusted into you. 

“yes! fuck, i’m gonna cum for you eds, gonna make a mess, fuck, fuck, fuck, just for you,” you cried as tears pinched at the ducts of your eyes, closing them shut as you start to feel yourself break. 

“cum for me, let me feel all of it, gonna fucking cum just from how wet this pussy is,” he smiled into your hair, lips pressed against your skull as his hand comes up to hold you by the nape of your neck. 

your knees were barely holding onto the edge of the couch after following eddie’s movements, and as he met you with one more thrust and your hand going numb from the pressure of your body on it, you finally clenched around his thickness and cried into his neck when you came. 

“oh, yes baby, right there, squeezin’ me so tight, so pretty,” he babbled and as his thrusts got sloppy and tried to hold you as close as possible, more words came out. he liked to watch the way your body shook as you came, especially the way your ass and the rest of you jiggled for him. 

it was all for him. and the pride he felt was more than he felt when he graduated high school. 

“this is my fucking pussy, you hear me? mine. gonna fucking show you that this pussy is mine,” he growled in your ear and finally gave a couple of last thrusts, throwing his head back and crying out. 

“fucking shit,” he winced as he came inside of you, the spurts of heat coating your walls and making you clench around him again. 

you laid there breathless on his chest, not even worried about crushing him, only worried about pulling your hand away from your mound to relieve the static feeling happening. 

when you did, your hand came up to eddie’s shoulder and touched the curve of his neck, up to the back of his curls and tugged gently. your head already moved a little more so he’d have a clear view of your face as he looked back down to where you rested on his shoulder. 

his breath was hitting your face, but the smell of weed and alcohol only made you clench around his softening cock. in the midst of being cock drunk, you traveled up the back of his head and yanked the beanie off of his head, lazily pulling it on your head. it wasn’t perfect, but you didn’t care. 

he smiled a toothy grin at you, and moved his hand to fix how it sat lopsided on your head. 

“fuck,” he winced and scooted back on the couch again, still holding you tight, only just slipping out of you so you could feel the warmth of his cum dribble out of your hole and onto whatever surface below. 

“happy halloween,” you smiled and kissed over the bats on his chest. 

“uh,” eddie started and managed to sit you up, still sitting on his lap. he didn’t even care that the muscles under you were starting to go a little numb, because seeing you this fucked out for him made his cock jerk against your ass, half hard again, “i’m not done with you yet, it’s not even ten thirty.” 

you blushed as you tried to transfer your weight on his chest with your hands, relieving the pressure of your weight on his thighs once again. 

“what happened to worrying about the trick or treaters? you know, trick or treat, smell my feet?” you mocked breathlessly as the hair outside of his beanie cascades to frame your face. you even reached up to fix it some more before steadying again. 

he just smacked your ass with a stupid grin on his face, “i’ll do more than smell your feet, baby. show me a trick, maybe i’ll give you a treat.” 

you just laughed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. you pulled away only centimeters and grinned at the way he chased your lips. he could only feel the breath on his lips, not even the breath in his lungs as you spoke again, 

“i already showed you a trick. where’s my treat, hm?” 

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ toji fushiguro x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a miserable Toji founds the living image of his death wife in you, a sex worker at Kabukicho.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ omg i've been waiting for you to write for jjk!!! please Sashi, can you write an nsfw toji x f! reader with the prompt The red lights of Kabukichō. tw: MNDI. dark! content. reader is a sex worker from the kabukicho red district. toji has no respect for you. oral, rough, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie implied, you look like Megumi's mom. first time I write for Toji pls be soft on me. wc: 2k masterlist

A lucky round, for the very first time at Pachinko. Fushiguro Toji feels pleased; he lies on the backrest of his seat, right in front of an old machine and next to many other people desperately trying to win something. The more desperate they get, the more they lose.

Poker, Mahjong, horse races. money, lose the money. lose your life, lose the time until it is over.

“It looks like you have a lot of luck tonight, mister” a woman whose face he simply ignores, paws his wide frame.

“Get off, bitch” he mutters, scaring her away with his sharp -but really tired- eyes.

The lady walks away, spitting expletives that Toji couldn’t hear -nor cared to do so-. However, consequences were about to hit him.

Two guys, or maybe gorillas, appeared right behind his seat. “Sir, I must ask you to leave” one of them says, trying to snatch him from behind, passing one of the arms around his neck.

Unfortunately for them, as well as for Toji, the strength and speed of his Zen’in body  allows him to not only avoid the attack but also smash the head of the aforementioned gorilla against the Pachinko machine.

“Fuck you” he grunts, knowing too damn well the aggression didn’t come because of him disrespecting a lady but rather because his “luck” wasn’t welcomed into their business.

Honestly, given the right moment, Toji would have killed them both in no time… but tonight was different; some years -he doesn’t even remember how many- have passed and today marked the anniversary of his wife passing.

Toji stole a bun from the guy that was sitting by his side and walked away from the Pachinko parlor before the astonished looks of the people there. Nobody dared to follow him, they knew death would find them if they dared to mess a single second more with that man.

His steel blue eyes shine red as the lights of Kabukichō receive him in their sensual embrace. The attractive concupiscence of beautiful women dancing on windows catches his attention, but no woman is enough to make him feel any type of pleasure.

He is well aware of the many scams there, but he is sure nobody could scam him more than he could scam them.

Many women and men come closer, wearing revealing suggesting outfits; they touch him, they call him inside their “shops”. Yet, Toji still walks unaware, as if possessed. Some even offer him their services for free, his handsomeness is undeniable; his strong physique, delicious and tempting.

“Sir, sir!” you call him, tapping insistently on his wide shoulder. “SIR!” you repeat, as he seems not to hear anything around.

Toji turns around, all of a sudden, grabbing your hand to stop poking him. “What the fuck do you want, I don’t wanna fuck you… you…” he angrily barks, stopping immediately after watching your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to… your… your wallet just fell from your pants” you tell him, scared and feeling the tight grip intensify around your wrist.

His eyes burn holes into yours, his expression turns troubled, darker. He is not blinking, and perhaps even not breathing.

“Do you work here?” he asks. “It’s my first night… I was promoting that- bar” you point out to the entrance of a quite ratchet facility of red and pink lights and semi naked woman pictures on their walls.  “I… your wallet” you murmur, showing him the black ragged leathery pouch that feels light and empty.

He lets your arm go and takes the wallet with absolutely no interest. His eyes, however, never let go of your face… you must be an interest to him?

“You… what’s your surname?” he asks, as if he was waiting to hear something revealing.

You frown; why would a complete stranger ask for your surname? Men in here only want one thing, and to them what’s your name is totally irrelevant for that purpose.

“It’s (Surname)” you tell him, either way. You had nothing to lose, after all.

He seems relieved but also a little disappointed. Truth is, that you look incredibly similar to his late wife… “Come here, I want you” he simply states, pulling from your hand to the inside of your work place.

You follow him with no time to say no… you wouldn’t say no anyway.

There is not much your boss can do either; he is in fact pleased to know that right after he hired you, you have already given him a client.

You open the door to the “rooms”. Precarious looking places that no man cares about as they only care the true purpose of his visit.

Once inside one of them, you close the door, and the red lights bathe both of your bodies as if it was a blood bath.

“Sir, which service would yo-“ you ask, but you are immediately silenced by his hand on your mouth. He pushes you to a round bed, making your back hit violently the mattress. You blink twice before he could pounce into you.

Toji is big enough to smash you with his body, and you honestly would love to die underneath his prominent chest tonight.

“I don’t care about the services you give, spread those legs” he orders, slapping the inner side of your knees.

You let your legs open wide, falling to each side. The short skirt you were wearing invites him to taste you; the buffed man with a scar on his lip sees everything you have to offer.

He smirks, so dark. And then, takes his black shirt off. His body is by far better than what you thought that tight shirt had already revealed to you. Each muscle perfectly showing like it’s been sculpted on his skin. The wide shoulders and prominent collarbones and pecs… he is the total embodiment of carnal desire.

Toji’s brute hands rip your almost transparent thong now; the elastic band snapping on your hipbone makes you squirm owning yourself to get his hand around your neck. “Stay still, bitch. You will have enough time to squirm around once I fuck you”

Your insides tremble, your core tenses. Such a disrespect makes you hornier instead of mad.

“Y-yes…” you stutter, finishing your words with a loud moan as his fingers penetrate you. Your back arches, and the more it does, the more he squeezes your neck.  

With lack of air and probably blue lips, your eyes turn white from pleasure. Your legs tend to close but you can’t as Toji prevents them to shutting.

“Hold on there, don’t close them. I need to prep you, you are too tight to me” he spits, reaching deeper with curled beckoning fingers hitting your top wall. You clench to the sheets, coffing and trying to grasp for some air… this man will kill you, and you will be smiling at him.

He takes his fingers out of you, giving you some seconds to rest. You watch your own arousal dripping down his hand and forearm. Toji sticks his tongue out in a disgusting, yet absolutely sexy way, and licks your salty products right from there.

“Not as good as my wife, but still good” he murmurs, leaving you startled… he has a wife?

Well, not exactly.

He turns you around from your right ankle, this man’s strength surpasses any limits. Your face hit the mattress, leaving you a little bit dizzy from the fall. Immediately after you could react, you feel two big hands lifting your ass from under your lower belly.

Knees carved on the bed, and also head as one of his heavy hands pass from your waist to your nape.

You sense two fingers spreading your folds, and the wet tongue of him licking from your clit to your ass. He has absolutely no decorum to do it, he does it so disgustingly lustful. Toji’s nose buries in your perineum as he sometimes focuses on your throbbing clit, sucking hard until your inner thighs begin to spasm and tremble.

Some spanks are added, that leave your cheeks burning. He goes even down, hitting the back of your thighs, a place that hurts but makes it even better. You are sure by now you must have created a pool of your fluids underneath you, and if not… well, you are most likely about to.

“Ehj… so wet…” he pants once he stops eating you out.

With difficulty you see him through the mirrored walls cleaning his mouth with the back of his forearm. Slanted eyes peek through black strands of hair, they meet yours and It’s both scary and hot.

Toji smirks, so devilishly and turns you once again around from your leg. You are like a mere doll to him.

He buries his fingers in your cheeks, making your lips pout and your eyes widen. You are still panting, so your breathing sounds loudly in between your fingers and a drop of saliva pools right in the middle of your lower lip.

That man has the look of a murderer, of a devil. With just one hand he gets rid of his grey pants along with his underwear. Your eyes confirm why he mentioned the need of you getting “prepped” as he exhibits his hard sex.

Purplish tip, veiny. It is not gigantic, but still constitutes a challenge for anyone to be able to take it. He is not going slow, nor carefully… and you know that for sure.

“I’m going raw, hope you are ready to become a single mother” he lets you know, as if you didn’t know already. You limit yourself to nod. You are honestly more worried for the integrity of your insides than that.

Toji kneels on the bed, sitting on top of his heels. He grabs you by your hips, pulling you over his lap to get your sex closer to his. A sex that with the simple touch of his warm precum covered tip makes your already overstimulated you to shiver.

His fist, also veiny, clench around his shaft. Toji pumps up and down two or three times and then plays with your wetting mess and his, giving you little slaps with his tip.

Strings of transparent lubrication mix; your neediness is that big you squeeze one of your breasts… it seems eternal, the wait, the desire…

The penetration. “Ngh…”

You arch your back while Toji penetrates you deeper and mercilessly, there is no escape as he has you trapped by the sides of your hips. Your toes curl, feeling the stretching of your cunt, and swearing his tip has probably reached a place nobody has ever reached inside you.

He begins fucking you, without moving a single muscle but his muscular arms. He is using you as a fleshlight, and his eyes are fixed in your beautiful pleasure façade.

“Keep moaning that way, you are almost identical” he grunts, moving you in and out faster and harder.

You aren’t very sure to who you are almost identical, but your brain has become nothing but a mere dumb slave of that lustful sexual torture.

He lifts from his heels, along with you. Your face and barely any of your nape remain on the mattress. To him moving your body, he adds his own hip thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping is almost as loud as your whining.

His forearm is the only thing holding you up by the small of your back, while his free hand now rips your little shirt open. Your breasts bounce in pure freedom, calling him to bite them so brutally. And so, he bends over to reach for your hard nipples.

Toji’s eyes never leave your façade, he seems possessed as he enjoys and also suffers.

“Fuck you bitch, how come you are that similar to her… you do the same fucking face” he spits, slapping your face and then burying his index and middle finger inside your mouth.

You choke but suck desperately. Your moans get muffled by his salty fingers; your sex has already undergone the stage of climax more than twice.

He can go for hours, pumping deep in you, biting your breasts, slapping you… and he does, until your conscious begins to fade, and he wishes to fill you up.

“Hold my cum inside, maybe I can give the fucking clan another kid” “Sir…? Which clan?”

I only touched her; I only fucked her because she looked just like you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much...

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Omg pleeeease I need a dark/angsty Tommy fic where he ends up hurting the reader? Like an argument gets too heated and he ends up slapping her or something. Like maybe she was flirting and dancing a bit too much with someone at a party they’re hosting and he gets jealous and drags her to their room, then they start arguing and he gets so enraged that he basically sees red and absolutely slaps the hell out of her (some non con/dub con smut after as well???). Just need some heavy, dark, possessive, violent, scary/mean Tommy Shelby 😫 The darker the better lol

Warnings: noncon, p in v + anal, physical abuse, degradation, threats with a gun, some blood play, misogyny, name calling

Hope you enjoy! Thank you!

Tommy watched from afar, seeing you and Ada drunk, giggling like a bunch of school girls at a table filled with men. He may not be able to control his sister but his wife was another subject. People were beginning to stare, especially the men Tommy needed on his good side for now. The dress you were wearing was skin tight, your panties just barely showing through the thin black fabric. 

Tonight was a prestige dinner with delegates that Shelby Limited was in talks for business deals. The plan was too conversate, find weak spots, understand the patterns of movements, but the only thing Tommy was focused on was you, a long with every other man.

Even Arthur made a remark, a statement that angered Tommy even more. “Y/N’s quite the appeal tonight isn’t she?” Arthur chuckled, taking someone’s glass of whiskey and finishing it himself.

“What are you talking about?”

“Look at her, need to cherish her better brother before another man makes a move.” That was it, that was enough. When Tommy slammed his glass down and started to walk away Arthur pulled him back, pleading and convincing Tommy to just allow you to have fun for a night but he wouldn’t listen. Frowning, Arthur returned to the table, grabbing another drink whilst Tommy tried to keep his compusure. Greeting and checking in with the guests before approaching your flailing, inebriated body.

Three tradesman of London were in attendance, the blatant look of disgust from where they stood at the bookcase, giving your husband a look of disapproval before carrying on in conversation.

“Tommy! My husband, come here!” When you attempted to pull him down by the sleeve of his expensive suit, he pulled back, tucking his hands in his pockets, giving you a stern expression that told you to follow him.

Pouting, you crossed your arms, rolling your eyes annoyed, picking up a bottle of champagne before walking away with him, making flirtatious remarks to random men as you wobbled away until you were in the master bedroom.

Closing the door, you fell onto the floor laughing in a disarray of emotions, your vision blurry and your eyes dilated. Tommy pulled the nearly empty bottle from your hands, tossing it into the corner of the room before grabbing your wrist forcing you up onto your feet.

“What the fuck are you doing, eh? Are you stupid, is that it? You know how important tonight is and you go and fucking wreck it, bidding yourself off to other men when you are a married, taken woman.”

“Relax Tommy, we’re just having fun. What the boys can do whatever they damn well please but because of what’s between my legs I’m expected to just be formal, elegant?” Tommy looked at you with expecting eyes, not understanding where the confusion is. There were important men here tonight and seeing you galavanting around like some whore and being incoherently drunk made his blood boil. 

Biting dowm on his tongue and locking his jaw, he pointed with dictation, sapphire eyes raging with fire as he seethed out the following words.

“Yes. It’s that fucking simple. You can’t even fucking stand up straight.” Scoffing, you tiptoed around the room, holding onto the dresser to keep your warm, sweating body from falling. The room was spinning but that didn’t change the anger from the double standard that was always set against you. You hadn’t thought before speaking, the words simply sputtering out what you’ve held in.

“You should be thanking me for flirting with them, without me you’d have nothing. I’m simply the means to an end to the shit deals you can’t make on your own.”

Tommy cut you off with the back of his hand slapping across your cheek ferociously, silencing you for good. Grabbing for the bruising skin, you looked back at your husband in shock and fear. He’s never, ever layed a hand on you.

When you ran for the door, he was faster, shoving the wooden object closed with his hand and yanking you back by the strands of your hair, pushing you carelessly onto the bed.

His hands tightened around your wrists as he shoved his hardened member upward against your mound.

“I’d have nothing eh? I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated like you’re nothing.” 

Screaming hysterically, you wept as Tommy ripped the expensive gown, exposing the bare, delicate skin of your thighs. Hitting and fighting against his chest to push him away, he simply lifted his hand, slapping you harshly once more to stop the whining. 

You pressed your hand gently against your temple, a headache forming in the core of your mind from the impactful blow. 

Hearing the buckle of his belt, you panicked but were too weak to defend yourself from the man who claimed to be your husband.

“Maybe if you had just listened and weren’t a fucking whore tonight we wouldn’t be in this postion. Someone’s forgotten their place eh?” Pushing the thin laced fabric of your panties aside, he thrusted upward, letting his thick length penetrate you without any lube. Writhing and seething in pain below him, tears prickled at your eyes, not recognizing who was staring at you anymore.

Spitting at his face, he smiled slyly, a dark twisted grin bellowing at what you had done.

Returning the favor he spat back, hitting you once more with a forceful, strong slap that echoed through the room and knocked out your hearing in one ear.

“Don’t forget sweetheart. I own you, you’re my property.” Wrapping his hands around your throat, you struggled for air as he drilled into your dry cunt, shredding open the sensitive skin like a grater would cheese. Blood slowly leaked out from your pussy, the ability to scream non existent as your airway was constricted, bruising as his nails dug into your skin.

When your hands reached up to try to push him away from your neck, desperate for air, he shed himself of his tie, wrapping the fabric around your wrists tightly to the headboard and shoved his underwear in your mouth. 

Slapping your cunt repeatedly, he mocked your whimpers, feeling your walls slowly start to produce your sweet syrup against your will.

“How pathetic, is this what you wanted? Someone likes me cock, who knew my wife was a little fucking whore.” Screeching beneath the makeshift gag, your skin seethed in pain, wanting nothing more for this to be over.

His hands grasped at your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, smitten by how easily your body gave in to him. 

Flipping you over onto your stomach, he spread your ass cheeks, pulling the fatty skin apart finding that tight, untouched hole you’d been denying him for so many years, now he was going to take it for himself.

There was nowhere for you to go, your eyes searched, panicked looking for anything to get you out of these bindings, but there was nothing. 

Aligning himself with your taint, you could feel the rounded head of his shaft resting at your virgin entrance. Every bone and muscle in your violated body tensed when his head pushed through your strained, congested walls. You screamed in agony as he wasted no time burying himself balls deep in your taint.

“Oh fuck…Didn’t know you could feel this good love. My little slave, that ass devouring me cock. About time I reminded you of your place. Nothing but a slut, a mere stupid little bitch.” He moaned in between thrusts as he fucked your anus, pounding your ass up and down on his shaft while holding the cheeks of your ass roughly. The sporadic pain was different than your pussy, far more intensified. It didn’t feel like stinging anymore, the size of his penis sent flames of fire through your hole.  

When he buried his neck into the crook of your neck while he continued to pump relentlessly into you. You fumbled with the bindings while he wasn’t paying attention. 

Realessing a choked sob, you were on the verge of being free, fidgeting with the tight knot with a tremendous effort, working over the fabric through the tears and painful agony, but you weren’t as smooth as you thought. Tommy’s hand shot up, slamming down on yours and pulled you arms behind your back, causing the gag to fall out in the process.

“Help! Help! Ah-“ Striking you in the back of your waeay head, he shoved his fingers between your lips, invading your mouth and pulling at the sides of your lips.

“Shut the fuck up. Listen to me, are you listening sweetheart?” You whimpered through his fingers, nodding your head, squeezing your eyes closed in a pained expression when he thrusted his cock violently with a force of strength and dominance.

“No one is coming to your rescue, you belong to me, and I have the right to use and abuse my property all I want and you will listen, or suffer the consequences as you are right now. Get up.” Tommy pulled you onto his lap, reinserting his lengthy shaft into your soaking wet walls. You mewled from the discomfort, struggling to make eye contact with Tommy. 

His lips connected to your hardened nipples, biting down on the flesh harshly, aiming to draw blood. Slapping you across the face once again, your head whipped to the other side fiercly.

“Ride me. Go on, you claim to be so great in bed to those men out there. Can’t treat your husband the same?” Another backhand, before his hand gripped the fat of your ass cheeks, slamming you up and down on his cock, an immense joy curdling within him from seeing your pathetic tears.

Then an idea struck you, if you’r just get him off surely he’d let you go. A satisfied grin spread across his face when you began to rotate your hips, staring slowly at first before picking up speeding. 

“Ah, fuck, that’s it love. Show me what that worthless cunt can do.” You continued to whine and whimper as you rode his cock, your ass landing on his thighs with each powerful bounce, your breasts flying up and down for his amusement.

You could feel him begin to pulsate, he was close, very close.

Arching your back, Tommy focused in on your pussy devouring his lengthy member with each pivotal motion of your hips. Your walls tightened, constricting his length, and within seconds his seed was filling your tortured void, flooding into your ovaries.

At that moment you moved as fast as lightning, taking the lamp and smashing it over his head to try to escape his bitter soul. Rushing to put clothes on, you ran to the door, thinking that someone would help you but Tommy wasn’t weak and you were nowhere nearly as strong as him. He was quick to recover, but not as quick as you. Throwing on a nightshirt and slipping on the closest thing to work as underwear, you opened the door just nearly out when Tommy pulled on his pants, rolling over the bed and running, rushing toward you, slamming the door closed once again. 

You punched the door in defeat, frightened to turn around until he forced you to, pulling out something you’d never thought he’d use as a threat to you.

“If you think I am playing some sort of sick game, you are sadly mistaken sweetheart. Now get back on the fucking bed, you’ve done enough tonight.” Removing the safety, he pointed the gun directly on the middle of your forehead, the cool metal barrel sending chills down your spine. Is this what your marriage had come to? How were you supposed to move forward from this catastrophic night? Surely people would notice the bruises but then again, no one ever questioned Tommy Shelby, not anyone that gave a shit about their life.

Surrendering you rose your arms, the shaking of your trembling hands visible. The man facing you, you no longer recognized. There was no guilt, or shame, or any type of love present in those venomous, frigid eyes, he really wasn’t joking. Making your way back to the bed, you tucked your head onto the pillow, weeping relentlessly into the case of the feathered object. Tommy layed the gun down on the table, taking a seat beside you. You flinched away from his cold, heartless touch, terrified of what was to come next.

“I need to go back and entertain our guests. You stay here and be good. Can you do that?” He twisted your labia, pinching the sensitive skin, causing you a tremendous amount of pain, reminding you what could happen if you don’t listen.

Nodding with fearful, tired eyes, you watched as Tommy dressed himself, and stayed in your fragile position on the soiled sheets, eventually crying yourself to sleep in the dark room.

[siriusleee]

Oh, please i need a premise where Simon finds a pregnancy test in the house he shares with his wife believing it is hers, upset and anxious he asks her for explanations, without giving her the time to give an answer. The test was his girl's sister's :') ❤️

i am actually struggling right now with my writing this has taken days to write omg

but secretly wants a baby but won't say it simon is very much one of my favorite things to write about.

____

Simon had been odd all day - he’d all but sprinted out of the bathroom after his shower this morning, hair dripping wet onto the back of his shirt, some muttered excuse about needing to get the car tires rotated. 

Around noon you’d sent him a quick text. A simple ‘you alright love?’ was met with a read receipt and three dots appearing across your screen for three minutes before disappearing. A call sent straight to voicemail without comment. Radio silence across town.

It was odd, even for Simon. In the months before you’d moved in with him there had been weeks of silence, days where Simon pulled into himself so deeply that you couldn’t pull him back from whatever abyss he was hovering over until something inside of him stitched itself back together, and he found himself back outside your front door. 

The day stretches on slowly; you try to occupy yourself with the laundry, scrubbing stains from Simon’s fatigues, ironing his shirts until all the wrinkles disappear. And when that’s not enough, you turn your music up loud enough that you know the neighbors will complain the next time you see them. 

Fold. Crease. Repeat.

The sun is setting by the time Simon emerges through the front door, shirt filthy and boots caked in mud; the scent of his sweat and musk filling the room. You can tell by the stutter of his boots that he expects you to greet him like always, but you keep your focus on the laundry. When he realizes that you’re not going to pay him any attention, Simon stalks past you, the bedroom door slamming shut behind him. 

Simon always showers quickly - emerging from the bedroom fully dressed ten minutes later, hair dripping water droplets onto the ground.

Gathering the laundry in your arms, you brush past him to the bedroom. Simon follows you - a dog lost. You feel his eyes boring through your back as you meticulously organize the folded clothes into the dresser. 

“When were you goin’ to tell me?”

Simon’s voice is a puncture in the silence - all the air rushing in as his words.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Simon’s words infuriate you, but you know that if you react angrily the entire conversation will be shot down, Simon leaving to sit in the backyard until he can resume the conversation again. So you dig your nails into the wood of the dresser and try to keep your voice level as you speak.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Simon.”

Simon breathes heavily across the room - you push off from the dresser to look at him fully for the first time today. The bags under his eyes are heavy, but his gaze is still cutting as you lower yourself down to the edge of the bed. 

Simon chews on his lip, cracked and bleeding from his abuse all day long. The silence stretches thin across the two of you until -

“I found it.”

“Found what?”

Simon can’t get the words out fast enough, and when he does they tumble out, rushed and tired. 

“The pregnancy test. When were you going to tell me? Were you going to tell me at all?”

You half rise from the bed.

“Simon-”

He presses himself back against the wall, hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. 

“I don’t understand why you would hide this from me. What am I supposed to think? I-”

You cut him off, a smile playing across your lips as you realize the mistake.

“Simon my sister was here yesterday.”

Simon breathes in small gasps, face paler than you’ve ever seen before. He stares at you as if you’re speaking French, unable to make the connection past the panic he’s no doubt been keeping in all day.

“My sister came over yesterday because she was too scared to take the test alone.”

Simon’s mouth forms around words he can’t speak. You can see the color building on his neck as he thinks through your words, thinks of the way your sister ducked out of the house without saying goodbye, of the way you’d brushed Simon off when he asked why she came over. 

You sink back onto the bed, letting him process the information without you pushing him; when you see his shoulders sink, see the way the clench in his jaw relaxes, you speak.

“You could have just asked me about it this morning.”

Sheepishness crawls across Simon’s face, but his eyes never leave yours.

“I thought I was going to panic when I saw it this morning - I don’t even have a car a baby can fit in.”

“I think there’s more pressing needs than a car for the baby, Simon.”

You know he doesn’t want you to see it, the way his eyes cut when you say ‘the baby’, the way his shoulders slant more into disappointment than they should at the moment. So you let the conversation hang for another day, picking at a spot on the duvet cover. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure my sister is going to need someone to help her put the crib together - you know that guy she’s with is useless. I guess you better dig your tools out of storage.”

You pretend not to notice the way Simon puffs up at that - at being needed; you know he pretends not to hear the jealousy seeping through the cracks of your voice. 

[bb-eilish]

okay okay okay anakin being unbelievably manipulative and obsessive(not proofread)

-makes you his little stay at home wife

-he picks out your clothes every day, you need permission to go outside, use your phone, eat, all of it

-will 10000% restrict your access of going outside by yourself

-all so he can have his little wife at home, ready to be groped and fucked full whenever he pleases

-one time he came home late and drunk, you were obviously pissed off but that ended with him balls deep inside of you

-has strict rules and if you disobey him he’s going to punish you

-spankings, edging, overstimulation, maybe even a good ole time out

-omg one time your ex texted you saying he missed you and Anakin practically burst a blood vessel as he gripped the back of your neck and bent you over your couch, sent a naughty picture of you afterward to your ex with some very colorful words

-imagine the degradation and dirty talk omg

-“my pretty little wife, just waiting for me to get my hands on her” “my perfect fucking wife taking every inch of me” “My naughty little wife, you want me to punish you, don’t you?”

-makes you think you couldn’t survive without him and no one could possibly love you more “You know nobody loves you like I do” “you love me…don’t you?” “As your husband I do what’s best for you, you can’t do anything by yourself. I love taking care of my dumb little wife”

-your friends are worried about you but you don’t understand why, you enjoy being his wife and you enjoy following his orders

-so anakin says you can’t see them anymore, you accept because anakin knows best

-no locked doors, especially when you’re showering, he’s barging in and DEVOURING your pussy, like your legs are trembling and he has to hold you up with a firm hand to your stomach as he eats you out like he’s starving (which he is) god could you imagine “this is why we don’t lock doors, whenever I want this cute little pussy, i get it, understand?”

-unrelated but one time when he was fucking you, you squirted all over your sheets and he turned you around and pressed your face in it as he hammered into you

-you KNOW the breeding kink goes CRAZZZYYY

-makes sure to fill you up as often as possible “my little wife is gonna look so cute after i fuck a baby into her” “can’t wait to fucking milk you when i get you pregnant” “i’ll fuck a baby in you one after the fucking other”

-also has fucked you against every single square inch and piece of furniture in your apartment, nothing is unscathed

i’m sorry but i’m not bc toxic anakin is a DREAMMMM

i might do more of this because i have issues