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mphountitled · 3 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Farleigh Start x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hating Farleigh had never stopped him from using you

Content Warnings: Language, Fwb, Forbidden Relationship, Unedited, Dark Fic, Dark Humor, Coarse Jokes, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smoking, Weaponizing!Ollie, Smut (+18), Minors DNI, Slight CNC, Breeding, Neediness, Exhibition Kink, Grinding, Extreme Degradation, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Hate Sex, Hair Pulling, Rough sex, Messy Sex, Spitting, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talk, Choking

He'd definitely bully me if he was real, and I'd be in love with him

"It's not like we're actually going to eat anything. Mother only insists we all make use of the furniture," Venetia's rambling is incessant as she walks briskly into the dining hall. You know her irritation is the by-product of the undiagnosed anxiety that comes with being forced into an uncomfortable Dior slip on such short notice.

In all fairness, you weren't doing so well either. The dress you are currently wearing is just as suffocating and Venetia's Saint Laurent heels dig into your bone. Your outfit is a velvety, laced up nightmare.

A torture chamber.

You wholeheartedly wanted to crawl into your own bed and forget about everyone and everything. In fact, the only thing keeping you mildly excited for dinner with The Henrys happens to be-

"Gentlemen!" You exclaim, before cleverly adding, "And you've brought Farleigh with you."

You all congregate at the left side of the dinner table, while the Henrys and The Henrys wives all mill about the dinner party. There are'nt any rules to things like this. It's all so self explantory.

What was not all too self explantory was your seating positions. Venetia forces you to sit in between herself and a very vexed Farleigh.

"How interesting," Farleigh barely addresses you in his tired monotonous lilt, "You're almost, nearly, just about, decently dressed." You bristle as you lower your behind to your chair, all while Farleigh shoots you a tight-lipped smile.

"Wow!" Your words drip with sarcasm, promptly halting Farleigh from flirting with the man to his immediate left - one of the Henrys closeted sons, no doubt. "That almost, nearly, just about sounded like a compliment!" You exclaim before leaning over beside him in a daring display of confidence. You place your hand tentatively on his thigh before whispering, "Am I going to have to use my rape whistle?"

Farleigh's scoff sends a string of lightning shooting down your spine.

"You're such a slut, I think you'd enjoy probably enjoy it." His breath is hot against your cheek and would be considered vile.

It should be vile.

Why can't you bring yourself to find Farleigh as vile?

With his elbows lowered underneath the table like a good little gentleman, Farleigh lets his fingers crawl tentatively over your thigh.

The games are on.

Your heart is beating at a million miles an hour with your mind reeling at not only Farleigh's large warm palm finding its home on your ample thigh but his words.

They are in complete contrast to everything you two have experienced together thus far on your stay in Saltburn.

As his fingers inch their way towards your inner thigh you're absolutely breathless. All you can think about is your escapade in the pool the evening before.

Both Catton siblings had been immersed in a very Catton argument, leaving you and Farleigh to your own devices on the banks of the stone pool.

With both your arms leaning over the ledge of the pool and Farleigh pressed to your side, no one could barely tell that Farleigh already had two digits dipped inside your weeping cunt. His hand moved slowly and deftly, so as not to cause too much of a stir in the water and give you two away. And he did it all while leaning his free hand out of the pool, cradling his copy of Jane Eyre with his eyes glued on the pages.

"F-Fuck Farleigh, can I cum?" He sighed at your agitated state.

"Not until I'm finished with Chapter 18." He mumbled almost distractedly, as if your needy voice was something akin to a pesky fly interrupting his reading.

Chapter 18, as you'd probably guessed, had never ended.

His cousins were back from their argument and his fingers left your cunt just as quickly. You had both went back to pretending to hate each other and you were left to 'rub one out' in the safety of your room like some hormonal teenager.

You truly are furious with him.

"What's this I'm hearing about a rape whistle?" Felix pipes up from the other side of Farleigh, equally dressed up all spiffy for the Henry's "You didn't rape anyone, did you?"

Farleigh's response is more of a hiss, "Of course I didn't-"

"Surely there must be more savory topics of discussion at the dinner table other than rape?" Comes the quick mediation of Elsbeth, who sits at the head of the table, clutching her string of expensive pearls as if they weilded the power to rid her of all these insolent little kids.

"Of course there is," you exclaim before turning your head to smile at the presence beside Ventia, nestled quietly in his seat like a little pauper.

Farleigh's manicured fingernails sink half moons into the skin of your thigh, peeking up from the slit of your dress as you lean away from him and say, "You must be Oliver! It's a relief to see another commoner around here." It was so undeniably petty to weaponize Farleigh's greatest foe, but the vexation of not being made to cum the night before still hangs heavily on your shoulder. And at the end of the day, you really just were a petty bitch.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ollie!" Slightly leaning over Venetia, the boy looks pale. As if he was biting down on his words. God, his tongue must be riddled in scars.

"Pleasure to meet you." Oliver cooly mirrors the warm and inviting smile stretched across your face.

"Don't lean over me," Venetia mumbles, "I'm not a child."

Meanwhile, Farleigh scoffs once again. While he injects himself in your conversation, his hands move swiftly to cup your vagina, nearly raking a gasp out of your throat in the process. "She won't sleep with you, mate." his brown eyes are trained on Oliver's. "She's a slut but not that big of a slut."

The extreme degradation laced in Farleigh's voice is enough to have you nearly moan out in front of all your friends, their family, and all the bloody Henrys.

Farleigh knew exactly which buttons to push to have you melting catastrophically against his fingers. He knew what words could have you slipping into subspace and he knew how to get your cunt weeping.

"Jesus Christ, could we not do this right now?" Venetia asks, staring pointedly at her cousin, and not at the sight of your legs parting to further accomdate his lazy rubbing against your cunt.

"I'm sorry, Cousin," Farleigh replies, "but it's not my fault your best friend is a raging bitch."

A breathless chuckle escapes your clenched teeth, "I-I'm not a-"

"Yeah, I am so completely done with this conversation," Venitia says, before strangling the stem of her wine glass and chugging it down as if it was nothing but water.

You turn back to hiss into Farleigh's ear, "You're such an a-asshole-"

"Say that again but don't sound like you're on the verge of squirting on my fingers in the middle of dinner." His grin is shadowed by the dimness of crystal chandlier and all the little candles posted along the table. "This is what you get for being a bitch," he says, socasually it makes you break your resolve by shifting in your seat, to better grind your cunt against his fingers, even for a mere second.

It's almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

"Oh-ho!" He aims a guffaw at the sky, "You really are a needy little slut-"

"This dress is shit," you suddenly push yourself out of your chair, creating the minimal noise of wood scraping against the floors. Most eyes are on you and Farleigh slyly removes his hands from in between your thigh. He leans over the table, bringing his fingers to his lips before spreading them over his gums like you would cocaine.

"I have to go change." You say to Venetia, before promptly (and very rudely) bowing out of the dinner.

A few seconds later, you hear Farleigh mumble something about needing a smoke and your heart rattles wildly in its cage. His footsteps are brisk behind yours, and you can feel his eyes sinking into your figure.

While your feet carry you to your destination and you let your brain catch on, you're already sneaking into Farleigh's room.

"Ah! Trespasser!" He exclaims excitedly behind you, with his hands stuffed in his pocket.

"You're so fucking annoying!" Your complains barely escape your throat before he's attacking you in a sloppy, open mouth kiss. He steals the air right out of your lungs, until he's breathing for the both of you. Farleigh slips out of his Abercrombie suit blazer, discarding the material as if it truly meant nothing to him.

His hands are everywhere, with special interests in your breasts compressed tightly by the uncomfortable stitching of your dress.

"This dress..." you mumble distractedly.

"Fuck this dress." He says, and you wholeheartedly agree. Perhaps it was desperate of you to turn in haste. Lifting the ends of your hair to present the zipper to him.

"You look fucking ravenous." He admits in a grave whisper, with his lips grazing the side of your neck, "I wanna fucking eat you." He says, "I wanna be inside you."

"You have such a dirty mouth, Farleigh," the groan that escapes his throat as he zips down your dress lets you know that you may have found your way in.

As the dress spills around your heeled feet, followed by your lacey underwear, Farleigh reattaches his full lips to the skin of your back. "What did you say?" His voice is like the rough gravel encircling Saltburn and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arch backwards against him. His hardness presses against your ass and your fingers weave their way into his curls.

"I said youre a dirty boy, Farleigh." He ruts against you, almost as a second thought. "A dirty fucking boy,"

"Fuck," his hands dig into your hips, rubbing you against him. All as he pleases. "Fucking, fuck. I'm not gonna cum like this-" He says suddenly before spinning you back around.

It is few and sparse moments when you're reminded just how much taller Farleigh is than you and eventide it happens, the wind is knocked out of you. Farleigh advances on you like a literal predator until you're forced to fall backwards on his bed.

He barely undoes the bowtie, and only a few buttons go loose enough to showcase the beautiful expanse of his chest.

"You're absolutely soaked aren't you?" He asks, hovering on the bed above you.

"I need to cum, Farleigh, please-" You knew it was the only way to get what you wanted. You had unashamedly resorted to begging for a man who hooked his nails into your hair, forcing you to sit upright as he parted your legs.

"Look at you," he whispers before cackling maniacally. "You're so stupidly wet, you filthy fucking girl-"

"O-oh fuck, Fuck Farleigh," Your try by all means to grind your cunt into the mattress but is doesn't happen.

"When are you going to learn that I own your orgasms?" He whispers, with his other hand furiously undoing the belt of his fitted pants. "You don't cum until I say. You don't touch yourself until I say. You don't even fucking think about cumming until I say-"

"You're such a big little baby," you spit back, "A big needy, little b-"

You're once again pushed backwards and Farleigh's mounting you with his leaking cock locked tight in his fist.

You automatically lift your legs to present your cunt to him and he groans at the sight.

"I'm going to cum inside of you." He promises.

"I want you too."

Farleigh's eyes are heavy as he slides himself inside you. He looks down at you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. A treasure trove.

"Fuck- I need you to carry on talking." Farleigh says before shutting his eyes tightly. "Fuck you feel so good-"

"You're doing so well, baby," his hips rut inside you, accidentally pushing his cock in way too deep, way too fast and you both hiss and moan. "Such a good boy," you say with your hair finding his own curls, "You're being such a good fucking boy, Farleigh-"

"Open your mouth," you comply robotically. Farleigh places his hands on the underside of your chin before tipping your head backwards. His chains dangle above you as you stick your tongue out and he spits directly into your mouth. "Such a slut," he says, "Such a filthy fucking good girl." His words have you grinding your cunt against his cock until soon, you're both on the precipice of cumming.

"F-Fuck-"

"Such a good girl," he whispers, with his breath ghosting yoir face and the sound of skin slapping against skin only grows louder and louder. "S-So fucking good-" He whispers over and over again until your cunt clenches around his cock, promting Farleigh's orgasm with a quickness.

His cum spilling inside you has you slipping unceremoniously into your own orgasm and Farleigh wails in both the pleasure of your cunt milking him dry, or your fingers still pulling his hair like crazy.

"Fuck!" He exclaims before slumping on the bed beside you, "Get your fingers out of my hair, you psycho-"

"You love it, though," there's a teasing lilt in your voice, and all Farleigh does is scoff before patting down the pockets of his pants.

"You give me endless reasons to smoke," he says, before tipping his head back, unknwongly leaning into your embrace as your fingers coil through his soft curls.

"You'd smoke anyway."

#saltburn #saltburn x reader #saltburn smut #saltburn x you #farleigh start #farleigh saltburn #farleigh start x reader #farleigh start smut #oliver quick x reader

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sunderwight · 3 months

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Bingqiu AU where SY and LBH grow up as childhood friends (idk maybe they're both at QJP but Shen Jiu is less of an asshole, or maybe SY transmigrates into Random Village Bully Child No.3 when Binghe's mom is still alive -- or both) and there's none of the tension of the idea of "one day Luo Binghe is going to rip my limbs off" for Shen Yuan.

So he and LBH can just be bros! Fantastic! Shen Yuan has never had a little brother before but he's had a little sister, he knows how to do this. Just spoil the cute kid rotten!

It's only fair compensation for how many terrible things LBH is gonna have to endure on the road to ruling the world, after all. SY also feels more freedom to change minor aspects of the plot around, too, like maybe he'll stop Liu Qingge from dying, definitely he can help LBH get a better start to his cultivation journey, and maybe the abyss and xin mo thing doesn't really need to happen...?

The list of things SY considers meddling with ends up including wives.

Like really, come on now, Luo Binghe may be a stallion protagonist but there's no need for that many women. Especially when at least half of them are just increasingly cheap copies of the other half, and that's being generous about it. Some of PIDW Binghe's wives were, frankly, horrible people. And if he's being honest about it, it wasn't fair of Binghe himself to take on that many either. Even if anyone would naturally give their left arm to be the protagonist's wife, after a certain point Binghe just can't spend that much time actually with them! And then he can't form the kinds of deep and meaningful bonds which might actually help heal his trauma!

SY's not looking to interfere too much, of course. Ning Yingying is not his favorite wife, but she's fine. She causes trouble but it isn't on purpose, and she's genuinely sweet and willing to befriend Binghe before he's anything special (although even now, it's obvious Binghe is special). Ning Yingying can stay.

And of course, so can Best Wife Liu Mingyan.

But Sha Hualing? Well, she offers some political advantages, and as the demon wives go she's not the worst. She's kind of iconic and was very popular, but Shen Yuan thinks the harem could do without her scheming and malicious attitude towards the other wives. The cost of harmony was too high for the political bonuses offered, especially when Binghe might as well just take her ancestral lands by force and be done with it. He's going to advise against that match.

And the Qin sisters. Sure there's the legendary threesome, but Wanrong's dead weight and it never struck SY quite right how Qin Wanyue pressured Luo Binghe into sex. The threesome wasn't even good anyway.

Better Qin Wanyue than the Little Palace Mistress on that front, though. But aish, that's complicated, the Palace Mistress is even more politically vital to securing HHP than Sha Hualing is for her father's kingdom, and almost as bad for the peace and harmony of the harem. Ultimately SY will leave it up to Binghe, but if Binghe asks, he's going to advise against the Huan Hua wives too.

With thoughts like this in mind, SY starts talking to Binghe about how to establish a household, what to look for in a spouse (or twenty), and other topics of that nature. What sort of household Luo Binghe ought to strive to have, and what sorts of standards he should himself to. Also while of course assuring him that Shen Yuan isn't interested in women. Lest he worry that Shen Yuan might be trying to steal any of the wives from him, at any point. He's not competition!

SY: I am helping to pave the way for Binghe to have better marital relationships! I am the best big brother slash best buddy ever! don't worry, no matter what happens to Binghe, this gege will be your no.1 cheerleader forever!

LBH: is he saying I should get a palace if I want to marry him? well... that sounds reasonable. ok, I will do it! (•̀ ω •́)✧

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain

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wxxpingangxls · 28 days

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Girl Next Door

+synopsis; a new, single and smoking hot neighbour moves in next door and you offer to babysit his son while he’s busy at work…money isn’t the only payment

+content/warnings; black reader but no explicit description, typical suburban wives, reader and nanami are around the same age (early 30s), both single parents, reader has a daughter, set in the early 2000s, messy sex, desperate!nanami (he hasn't had good pussy in a while :((((( ), sloppy pussy eating, fingering, squirting

+pairings; black!milf fem!reader x dilf!nanami

The moving van obstructed the view of the new home owners moving in a few houses down from your home. The sounds of young children giggling and conspiring among themselves resounded around the neighbourhood as you and the other wives gossiped about the new neighbour.

“So, what did you say after she commented on the dress you wore?” one of the woman asked you as you peered up from your pink mug. “Ugh don’t even get me started on her. She took one look at me and assumed I was stone cold broke! Can you imagine that?” you exclaimed, raising both hands up in disbelief.

“Oh my God! Major hunk alert!” you snapped your head towards the direction in which of the girls were pointing at. The moving van had moved and in your line of vision was a tall man in a blue shirt and suspenders. His blonde hair was smartly slicked back and his designer watch blinged in the daylight.

“Woah…” you gasped, your mouth wide open and salivating. You could see his pecs and arms bulging through the material. "I think it's only fair that we give our new neighbour a warm welcome..." you smile, whilst reaching towards the basket of freshly home-baked sweet treats and pastries.

You swore you only came over to offer to take his son to the park to accompany your daughter while he unpacked at his new home. Yet here you were, on the cleared out dining table, while the children lay asleep in one of the separate rooms. Your halter neck dress was bunched up around your waist and your pink Dior strappy heeled sandals were long disguarded somewhere around the home. Your hot cunt was leaking as you silently waited for him to get back to work. Your hands were back in his hair, griping tightly as his tongue flicked up and down your heated cunt.

“Mphmmm, just like that Kento…” the moans of his name further egging him on to make you cum again. It’s been way too long since you come to an orgasm this good. With the divorce proceedings finally settled and custody matters dealt with, you haven’t had time to do anything. It also didn’t help that you couldn’t find a baby sitter to take care of your baby girl whilst working.

But having this mouth watering, leg opening hunk of a man between your legs, all your problems seemed minor and oh so trivial. His mouth suckling on your small bud, making your legs bounce up in ecstasy. Kento groaned as he shook his head side to side, smearing your filthy secretions all over his face and your thighs. You whined out loud, sensitivity and overstimulation getting to you, while this man just enamoured himself in your sweet filth. Hunger and carnal desire is all that fuelled him on.

Kento’s calloused hands gripped onto your thighs, his biceps flexing every time he put extra weight on your legs to stop you from shaking. Your back arched as he slowly slipped a finger into the slick hole. “Oh, fuck, s’good…” his finger left your pulsing cunt as he started rubbing your clit side to side.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you pretty girl,” his voice resounded around your mushy mind. You nodded, too far gone to acknowledge what exactly he was saying. “Come on, give it to me baby,” he whined out loud, bucking his hips into the air for some sort of relief. Drool seeped as your cunt squeezed around nothing, his three fingers rubbing hard against your soft clit.

His lips found his way to your thighs, sucking marks onto them as your breathing hitched.

“Have you squirted before?” he asks stopping momentarily, whilst sitting up to make eye contact with you. “What?” you reply completely drained from his teasing.

“Come here,” his large hands wrap themselves around your thigh and brings closer to himself to distract you from the fact that he was sliding two fingers into your cunt.

Your walls immediately tighten as his fingers curl up, finding your gooey spot. “Oh! Good…S’good!”

“I need for you to relax for me sweetheart, okay?” he looked down at your bubbling eyes as you nodded feverishly. “There’s a good girl,”

His large free hand runs down to your stomach as the other fingers roll themselves further into your cunt. Your moans further increase in pitch. His hand finally places itself on your lower stomach before pressing, hard.

Kento watches in amusement as he eyes your face contorting into that of pleasure. “Relax sweets,” he quickly mutters as he notices your feeble attempts to try and squirm away.

“Wait…Wait!”

Your cunt squelches and squeezes around his fingers as you start gushing against his abdomen. “Yeah…just like that!” he whispers softly “There it is…Fuck!”

Your legs are shaking and your eyes tearing up as you try and catch your breath while he helps you ride out your high.

You said your goodbyes and gave your blessing to the new neighbour next door and his small son. Your own child lay peacefully asleep in your arms, her small snores reverberating in your ears. Kento Nanami shut the front door, letting out a deep sigh.

He silently sat and hoped that the girl next door hadn’t seen the huge cum stain in his brand new tailored work trousers. After all, all he did was eat out your sweet cunt. But give it time, soon enough, he’ll come running for more than just the taste of your sweet cunt.

#nanami smut #nanami fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #nanami kento #nanami x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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mmelionsblog · 2 months

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best of wives and best of women \\ alastor //

A/N: reader is an owl in the after life !

your eyes slowly opened, the darkness of the hotel room met with you, with the hint of red shading into the shared bedroom of yours and alastor’s room from the bay window. you yawned, facing away from the window to be met with yet another empty space on another day. you frowned, your hand tracing from up the pillow and down onto the bed.

your ears perked up though, with the best hearing you could thank for, you knew where alastor was. your eyes twitched with annoyance, grumbling ‘of course, the man i marry is a workaholic’. you slipped on your red soft slippers, grabbing the matching robe alastor bought you a couple months back.

covering yourself, you opened your door and closed it quietly knowing your other friends were still dead asleep (no pun intended). you clicked on the golden button going up, what was so cool about it was that you and alastor were the only ones who can access this elevator only thanks to lucifer’s magical talents.

you yawned, looking up at the mirror glass ceiling. your hair was such a mess, but overall you were a whole mess. alastor’s seen you in worse, so you didn’t care whatsoever if he was in a mood or not. the doors opened, and you walked your way to your husband’s office room, on top the sign red ON AIR. you sighed, sitting on the made bench alastor put out for you.

it was 5:35 in the morning, as you sat. you cracked your neck as you waited patiently for your sweet dear husband to finish up. another thirty minutes went by, and this time you had a cup of coffee from the vending machine from across the hallway.

“dearie,” the brown door creaked open, and there stood your husband. your red eyes burned into his, “alastor. i ASKED you to stay in this morning, come on you can’t do that simple request for me?” you whined, placing your can down and walking towards him. he finally closed his office, locking it as he placed the key into his pocket. “i know, but i couldn’t sleep and so i just decided to plan out all of today’s radio’s top hit.”

you shook your head, “what time is it before the hotel all wakes up?” you asked him. “6:10 my dear, why are you asking?” you smiled up at him, “we’re going back to sleep.” you grabbed him by his hand, ran into the golden elevator and pressed your level where your room was.

“and where is this all coming from?” your husband’s voice echoed through your body as you leaned onto him. “i was moody this morning, didn’t see my lovely husband right next to me. you wouldn’t like that if i did it to you now, would you?” you looked up to meet his own red eyes.

alastor shook his head. “no dearie i wouldn’t,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. the elevator dinged, opening the doors. the two of you walked out only to see husker waiting at your door. alastor’s smile twitched, but remained calm and placed you behind him. “husk, to what do we owe you at such hour?” alastor asked.

husker bit his lip in fear, “charlie just wanted to tell you breakfast was ready, she wanted everyone to be up at this hour due to an activity she had in mind.” you whined loudly, slamming your head into your husband’s back. “tell charlie, my dear and i have plans today. if it is a so called emergency i’ll be there, but to leave us alone.”

your eyes brightened at the thought of having alastor all to yourself. you hadn’t been alone with him since the two of you walked in, in the day at least. “oh mon amour,” you tried to walk in front of him, but since husker was still there, alastor wasn’t going to let any other person other than yourself and family (if you ever to see them) see you in such a state. “i suggest you leave.” he growled out to husker, husker nodded and bid a fair well to you and your loving al.

giggling, you finally emerge into his eyesight. “my love, where you jealous just now?” your hands wrapped around his waist as you stood on your tippy toes, your face inches away from his. “i don’t know what you mean by that.” you giggled, as alastor opened the door to your shared room.

you hopped into your bed after hanging your robe and putting your slippers away, waiting patiently for your lover. he came in with the matching set he also got for himself. you gigged at the sight, the only women on earth and in hell that could see him in such a state. “i am the luckiest woman in hell,” you breathed out.

alastor climbed into the bed, his hand pressed up onto your cheek caressing it lightly. “best of wives and best of women,” he whispered, kissing you softly.

#hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers #x reader

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bambihrt · 3 months

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Hi ! Would you be up for writing some angst to fluff with Adam ? My poor angel deserves some love !

Yes of course! Now this is some very light angst but hopefully you enjoy it, Adam is such an interesting character I hope I’m able to do him some justice haha

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Dating the first man to ever exist is no easy task. He’s a popular guy and is usually the center of attention in any situation. However you couldn’t help but feel jealous over those who get to spend a lot of time with him. In particular the angel Lute. Anytime you see your boyfriend when not at each other’s homes or on a date, she’s always with him. The way she looks at him just doesn’t sit right. You can’t help but think there could be something more going on.

It’s not that you don’t trust Adam but it’s only natural to have doubts when your boyfriend is often around another woman. Now envy is a sin, you know that so you’d never voice this opinion out loud. But as time goes on, these feelings start to simmer until they start affecting your relationship.

Adam could tell something was up. He had no clue though what this could be. It’s unlike you to be so quiet when he’s talking to you. He was telling you this story on how Lute and him were chasing down this sinner on the last extermination day.

“You should have seen the look on his face babe! Lute had cornered him into this alleyway and then right when he thought he’d gotten away… BAM I jump out from behind and spear him straight through the fuckin’ middle! And then Lute-“

“Wow sounds like you and Lute are the perfect team.” This comment of yours sounded less enthusiastic and more snarky than he’d hoped for.

“Well yeah I guess but that’s not really the point (y/n), I was trying to tell you how badass I was,” Adam was giving you the perfect opportunity to ignore the tone of what you last said and move on but you couldn’t get out of this headspace.

“Yeah Lute sounds pretty badass too from the countless stories you tell me.”

“Woah babe what’s this about?”

“Just seems to me like Lute’s always on your mind Adam from how you’re always with her and talking about her. Maybe you should date her instead.”

Adam huffed and got up, “yeah yknow what? Fuck this, go take this attitude to someone who could give a shit, I’m just trying to have a nice time and you’re sounding like an insecure bitch right now.”

After that comment Adam stormed out of your room and slammed the door leaving you alone to wallow in self pity. For the next week you didn’t hear from your boyfriend or even see him out. You couldn’t help but think you’ve ruined your relationship with the argument you had. Until you wake up to your doorbell ringing.

Opening your door to Adam standing in front, scratching the back of his neck.

“Look (y/n) I thought you were being completely irrational but then imagined our roles were reversed and I’d be pissed if you were hanging around some guy all day.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“That I’m sorry. Even though I’ve had two wives, I’m not the best at relationships so next time something’s up just talk to me about it,” after he finished saying this, you stood onto your tippy toes and pulled the mask off your boyfriend’s worried face.

“I’m sorry too Adam, I shouldn’t have taken my worries out on you and just communicated from the start, that wasn’t fair of me,” you gave him a soft smile of which he returned with a hug and pulled you into his arms, making his way to the couch where you two snuggled under a blanket and just held each other while watching your favorite movie.

As you were starting to drift off you thought you’d heard your boyfriend mumble, “I love you (y/n), I’m going to marry you some day so please don’t think I have eyes for anyone else but you.” But who knows maybe you were really sleepy and imagined it. However the twinkle in Adam’s eyes when he watched you close your own seemed to hint at it being true.

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chaosandmarigolds · 17 days

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Among The Bullets

Chapter One, Part 2.

Summary: You're a transfer mechanic for a task force which you know nothing about, and while trying to figure out your standing with each of the members you begin to realize you may be over your head. (Evental romance, bear with me. Simon doesn’t know how to flirt but he’s trying ok??)

On your schedule, which you were fully planning on ditching once you got your footing, you had a meeting with the Captain of the team before dinner. Made sense in your mind, however, what didn’t make sense was how it didn’t tell you where to meet him- you assumed his office? Did he have an office? How would find said office within the labyrinth of rooms? So, once again you found yourself very awkwardly standing alone within the bustling crowd, head bowed you looked over the tablet for any missing information.

You still hadn’t eaten, your eyes were pleading for a moment of closure and your muscles ached for something other than a caffeine-dense drink; yet, there were things that needed to get done and once those things were done would be able to go on with your life. So, you ignored the lightheaded feeling, the grumbling of your stomach, and the throbbing headache, and was snapped back into reality by someone nudging your boot- in all fairness you knew it was innocent but you, with the past forty or so hours being a blur, were already high strung so with a spin on the heel you turned to face the person, fully prepared to bite their head off and tell them to watch where they were going.

“For fucks sake man, can’t you’ fuckin-” Your words died on your tongue as you saw another one of the team members (who you weren’t technically supposed to know who they were, but twenty minutes alone in a military room full of computers and a lot of old guys with generic passwords of their wives names seemed too easy) if you remembered correctly this ones name was John or something, as was the Captains, but you made a mental note because this one had a nickname you found hilarious: Soap. A sergeant, above you nonetheless, only taller than you by two or so inches, but could throw your weight around.

Well. If this was rock bottom then you would certainly take the chance to start crawling up, so you nod hello and once again hold out for him to take, this time (unlike the very mean Lieutant Riley) he took it. A firm grip as you spoke, introducing yourself, and then you clear your throat as you pull your hand away. He seemed nice, seeming to just read you while you began to ramble, “I’m a consult for the next assignment, from the engineering and mechanics…department or…something, sorry-um, I am looking for a Captain John Price, do you happen-”

“Oi, the Cap’n of’ic is-”

“Oh my God.” The words just spilled from your mouth and if you had zero self-control you would've slapped your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, but you did so you then began to explain your sudden interruption as he stared at you, “I- You- your voice-I just-I, I wasn’t expect-” His eyes were wide as you went on and you gulp down your embarrassment and motion to him, “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry- You, you were saying?”

The soldier seemed to be debating if he wanted to be offended or not but he ultimately let out a laugh, “Funny, ‘er funny, bonnie. Cm’on ‘ll take ya.”

Funny? Well, you would take funny over having another military man out for your blood, so with a small nod you follow beside him, the silence between you both seemed to be deafening until he then spoke, a small nudge to your arm (it almost sent you to the ground but you’re praying that he didn’t notice that part).

“Gotta be nice to th’ ol’ man, got-chit?”

You blink a few times to let the words soak in and with a sharp breath you laugh briefly, “I…he’s thirty 37? I highly doubt that’s old, well if he’s old I’m middle-aged-.”

John gave you a look and then spoke, “Ho’ you know tha?”

Oh, again with the information…. “Educated guess?”

“Off what?”

“The..” can’t say pictures, definitely can’t see you saw all of their medical files during your twenty-minute deep dive, it would be a lie to see you’ve met the man before so you just motion around vaguely, “Vibes. Mmhm, the vibes, just…I knew. From….” He was just watching you, it made your stomach turn and somehow you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, “The vibes.”

John nodded and then knocked on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets and when the door opened he looked to the Captain, “You foun’ us a witch.”

“No-” You try to correct the sergeant but he turns and begins to walk away from you, leaving you with what was going to be your death because now you have a Lieutenant who just hated your guts for no reason and now you have a sergeant who thinks you're a witch. Oh the stories you would be going home with, so you take a breath and straighten your posture, looking at the captain.

From what you read up on Captain John Price you knew about two things: one, he got his rank for a good reason, and two: he likes smoking (his medical files said so) However, when you looked up at him and held out your hand for him to shake he looked bit too nice for your liking, he gave the impression of an older brother, someone nice, as nice as any person can be within the military- which would be a staggering change of pace from the other people you’ve met thus far, so with a shining smile and shake of the hand your introduce yourself and follow him into the office.

“Forgive Johnny,” Price begins and motions for you to sit down in one of the not-so-comfortable-looking chairs across from his desk, “He’s…well, you see. He means well.”

“Ah,” You fake understanding and nod as you obey and sit down, hands neatly placed in your lap and your eyes quickly scan the area around you, “No, yeah, Sergeant MacTavish seem-”

“Mmm?”

Your gaze snaps back to the Captain, panic rushing your bloodstream as you realize you did it again, the third time in the past two hours. So you choose to play dumb, pulling your lips together in a line and tiling your head, praying that your doe eyes were believable (they were, just not to him, and certainly not at that moment) “Yes, sir?”

There seemed to be a moment of silence before Price motioned to the tablet that sat in your grasp, “Basic information you’ll need will be downloaded at 22 hundred, no need to break any laws for names.”

A small gulp and you look down at the tablet which you had spent the last ten minutes fiddling with, the edges of the leather cover already frayed, “I see, is there-”

“The mechanic on base was killed a few days back, which is why you were picked up early. You’ll also receive his daily tasks and his reports, work is a bit clogged so I suggest you geta jump onit..”

As much as you tried to keep your expression unfazed by the news that the person who used to have your job is now dead, the way your eyes went slightly wide was a good indicator and you cleared your throat a sound coming from you being more like a nervous laugh, “Th…The head mechanic? How many-”

“Just you.”

What. There had to be at least a hundred trucks in that garage and then the planes upon that, the helicopters, all on one person? You had to hold back an audible laugh as you tried to read his expression because that had to be a joke. It had to be a joke. Sure, you were the best of your trade that even the military wanted to trade you for other things to help other world militaries and yeah you were good at what you did but you…a sum of 178 vehicles? That would be a stretch, and that was only if it was basic maintenance- not war-run vehicles that were sure to have a plethora of things wrong with them.

When you realize he was dead serious your face falls from the polite half-smile you had and into one of mild annoyance, scoffing, “You do realize I’m not a superhero right? Can’t multiply myself?”

Price seemed entertained by your snippy words returning with a stern nod and his words harsher, he knew you didn’t understand ranks or anything along that besides a very basic ‘be polite’ standpoint, after all, you essitantally worked for yourself for the majority of your life and any person who held a higher rank most like respected you so…he might as well go a bit easy on you, yet it didn’t stop his tone being bitter, “Be respectful, and I assumed so.”

Okay, you didn’t mean to be disrespectful, so that was on you You direct your gaze to your lap and let out a huff of air, “I apologize, sir. However, I am just one person there is no earthly way I can complete what I assume to be a list of daily tasks on over seven hundred vehicles within a twenty-four-hour frame, if I had a second pair then perhaps, I am fully aware of my limits and this is beyond them. I can maybe complete a third of what you expect me to do within a twenty-four-hour window, much less if you expect me to keep to a twelve-hour shift…sir.”

A stiff silence followed by a gruff laugh, nudging a sheet of paper over to you, and by the look on his face he could tell the memory attached to it was less than pleasant, “Good communicator, they had that underlined in your file. Along with that they had your mission from Snezhihnsk. You were able to reverse engineer twenty-four foreign trucks within ten minutes, and from what the General said is true…those things were no more than scrap metal.”

It would be a lie if you didn’t remember that day, it would be a lie if you wished you could forget it as well. Barely twenty, new to the field, new to everything- you were still in college, yet you had been picked up from your dorm and shipped to Russia, being told that you would go with these soldiers and that your own job was to take a piece of a machine they needed to be demolished. Needless to say, that mission went sideways, found some insane laboratory, and saved the inmates, or that's what you like to believe…After you fixed the trucks there was a bombing and everything else was a blur. You preferred to not think about that day, and you hope he would catch onto that.

“Adrenaline makes the body do some pretty insane things, sir.”

“Then I suggest you find a way to get a dose of it, the list of tasks and maintenance requests are already on the tablet.” He watched you nod and move to stand up however, he preferred to end the meeting with you note being salty about everything so he chose to speak again, “How do you like the barracks, don’t mind sharin do ya?”

Your breath catches in your throat and you look to the captain, confused by the words, you had been given your own room, well more like an office, but it had a sofa bed. So you tilt your head, “Lieutenant Riley took me to a room, said that’s where I would be staying.”

Price processed the words for a moment, “37A?”

You falter for a moment as you try and remember the room number as you move to stand facing him, “Yes, sir.”

“I see, my mistake then,” It wasn’t, he knew what the room used to be and more importantly who it was. “Thought it was still used as office.”

A small pause and then you nod your head, “I better go get started.”

“Dismissed.”

;

“And…why haven’t I seen her? I wanna see her.” Kyle questioned Johnny as he followed him as they walked to the table, nice and tucked away in the corner of the mess hall. Of course, he was the last one who heard of the new consult, and it being a female piqued his interest all the more, it was a rare day when they would see female soldiers on this base, so he was especially interested in seeing how a civilian would fit in. However, Johnny was giving him vague words like ‘she’s nice’ or ‘I like her jus’ fine’ meanwhile Simon seemed to just be staring at the door, waiting for something.

Johnny flashes Kyle a beaming smile and sits down, looking over the tray of food which he didn’t truly find appealing but it would be alright he supposed, “An’ you will, L.T said she’ gunna join us for dinner.”

To that news Kyle frowned even more and grabbed his cup, “Ghost met her to? How is that fair?”

“Eh!” Johnny snipped back at his buddy, “I foun’ her lookin loss as a pup, L.T was ‘er welcome, maybe if ya did ‘er job ‘stead of holin up ya woulda gotten ta’ see ‘er.”

Kyle looked at Simon and then back to Johnny, waiting for one of them to say that was a joke and it was actually the other way around because if Simon welcomed the consult then it would be reasonable to assume they wouldn’t actually have a consult and that the person had run away, he would have. Well…no, he would’ve stayed to spite him, either way, he wouldn’t be shocked if the next morning they would have some other mechanic wandering the halls. So, after a few moments of silence and neither of them broke into laughter over the joke he let his mouth go agape, “You’re fuckin with me, Ghost was the welcome wagon. Scared shitless is what she was!”

Among other things they were pretending didn’t happen Kyle added that he pretended to not notice Simon’s glare over to him on the remark and then sat up straight. Simon looks down at his watch and then makes a mental note that you must just be late to everything, because it was twenty after what he had told you- or rather your schedule- to be there for dinner, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood to wait around. Well, either you were late for everything or you had aptly passed out as soon as he left you- yet that would go along with Johnny’s claim that he had found you standing in some obscure spot, making fun of his accent, and then following him to Price’s office. So maybe you went to sleep after that?

Either way, he wanted to be angry with you for that, it was unprofessional and bluntly very rude, but you did loot tried when he saw you get off the carrier, and you seemed worn slick just by the way you held yourself, eyes with dark circles and your body moved with each breath. You needed rest, so a small part of him seemed to be content with that notion, if not pleased- purely because the mission needed your undivided attention and he did not have time to catch you up on briefings and help you in more ways than what he has to do. No other reason.

Conversation seemed to die down as minutes wore on and after about fifteen more Simon had resigned to his original assumption, you had fallen asleep and so that meant he would have to go to his-your room and wake you up. So without a word being spoken to Johnny or Kyle he stands up and walks to the room, which was only about two or so minutes, and it would’ve been less if some stupid idiot of a rookie had gotten out of his way in a timely manner. So, when he did reach the room he knocked on the door, waited for a few moments, and then tried again, this time being greeted by you peeking out from behind the door and then flashing a smile up at him.

“Lieutenant Riley! I’m sorry about dinner, I had to come back here after my meeting with the captain and I needed to change into-” Your words falter off as you open the door more and vaguely motion to the ruined pair of cargos and black teeshirt (black so no one would see the mess of stains on it), in your hand you held a five-hour energy shot and in the other an energy drink you found within a vending machine somewhere, “This. Is…Is there something you need help with?”

It took him a millionth of a second to realize what you were doing, and he shakes his head, “You ‘ere late.” That wasn’t enough because you just nodded and then picked up a small tote bag, filled with what he assumed to be tools judging by the sound- which raised the question of why you didn’t have toolbox but he was going to leave that be for the moment and he…for some reason, found himself speaking again, stepping aside so you can walk out of the room as he did, “Ya met Johnny.”

With a bite of the tongue, you look up at the Lieutenant as you walk down the hallway and to the garage, tablet sprayed across your hand and the list pulled up for a refresher, so as you walk you nod, “Yessir, he seems very nice.” Simon narrowed his gaze on the ground for a moment as he thought about what you said, which did align to some degree with what he knew about Johnny but not quite right, so he looked at you, “Is that so?”

“Oh, no, he’s…very pleasant.” You mutter out, eyes going across the hangar to spot what you assumed to be the mechanic's workbench, tucked away in a neat corner, and an assortment of tools and places for things to be placed, as well as the control panel for the garage doors, so you pick up your speed. Finishing off the remainder of the energy drink and tossing it in the trash can as you set your bag down. Staring at the list that shined up at you the cursed tablet as you ran your hands down your face, stretching the skin with a grumble.

For the time you started at the list, you seemed to forget the Lieutenant was nearby, and when you did finally remember you spun around, leaning against the bench and crossing your arms, blinking the fatigue away from your eyes and plastering a faux smile on your lips, “Again, Lieutenant Riley, what can I do for you?’

“What do ya on ‘yer hands?”

“Checkups.” You chirp, and then to his eyes narrowing from the hidden holes of the mask you go on, “Routine maintenance, plus some since the last is…dead.”

“Mm, Rusty, poor fellow.”

A stifled laugh and then you bring your hand to your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, it wasn’t that funny it wasn’t funny at all actually and you felt like a horrible human for even chuckling, but you were exhausted and- “Rusty?” You take a deep breath to keep your laughter at bay and you gulp down, “Your mechanic's name was ‘Rusty’??”

“It was Robert actually.”

You did your best to stop laughing and gulp down the remainder of the giggles that threatened to interrupt your words and you cross your arms tightly over your chest again, “Mmmm, poor Robert.”

“Quite. Well, ‘ll leave ya to it.”

Odd man, you mentally quipped to yourself and then watched him walk off, not waiting too long before turning back to the workbench, within the next forty-eight hours you had to perform eighty-nine maintenance checkups, seven of which as ‘odd sounds’ coming from them and sixteen others who had ‘severe shell damage which affects the ability to steer’. Then you had to get working on the jets- less of your forte but you knew enough to handle yourself and then the helicopters, which again was less than you commonplace but you were able to get the job done.It was going to be a very long time.

However, you then spent two hours figuring out where everything was, how to get the trucks there for you to work on and then how on earth this Rusty man had his files and tools organized, it was all like a hen house, everything everywhere. So, at the moment when the sun began to set you were pushing a crate across the garage, it was filled with parts, and for some reason, the idiot thought it was a good idea for it to be where all of the plane tools were when they were car parts but… You were trying to refrain from mentally scolding a dead man.

The crate has at least two hundred pounds of metal so when you got it to the spot you wanted you slumped to the ground heaving for air and leaning your head against the wooden box, waiting for a long moment before you let yourself close your eyes for a moment, and it was truly only a moment because you opened them when you heard someone stands in front of you. With a small breath you crane your neck up to see the person, another solider, another person on the team, so you push yourself up to stand as you introduce yourself, once again, “Hi, I’m sorry, resting my eyes- can I help you S-”

No, don’t make the same mistake again so you end up clearing your throat, the man giving you a sweet smile, as he let your hand, “Gaz.”

That’s not his name, his nickname, yes so you had to bite back your urge to correct him on his own name, so with a clear of the throat you straightened your posture, “Nice to meet you, can I do anything for you?”

“No, no, just wanted to make an’ introduction.” Kyle spoke as he took a short step away and then motioned to the newly reorganized space, “Nesting?”

With a glare, you stifle a laugh and shrug your shoulders, “No. Just…if you do a job, do it to the best of your abilities, you know?”

Kyle nods as if not believing a word you said, “Gotcha. Well, I wanted to say hi and make sure you weren’t too shaken up by Ghost.”

It took you a moment of dumbly staring at an obscure tool as you tried to figure out who he was talking about when it clicked, you looked to the sergeant, “Liuetant Riley! Uh,” you laugh and run a hand through your hair, leaving it on the nape of your neck for a moment, “He…he’s a little scary sure, but he seems kind.” A lie through the skin of your teeth, the Lieutenant somewhat terrified you, and he did not seem kind if anything he seemed beyond condescending to everything you did thus far.

“Mmm,” Kyle seemed to not believe your words again and then patted your shoulder, “Well, goodnight, girly.”

That triggered something, and it made you a bit sick that it did but blood ran hot for a second. You quickly bite back by saying your name, full name and everything, not leaving out the middle and making sure the last held a nice dose of venom to it, making the sergeant turn around to face you with a confused look on his expression. So you say your name again, “That’s my name, not ‘girly’ not ‘miss’, not ‘kiddo’ not ‘lass’ not ‘bonnie’ or whatever the fuck he called me, my name.”

There was a stiff silence and you let out a huff of air, sighing, drooping your shoulders, “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- I’m tired, I…shouldn’t have snapped at you, you…you’ve been nothing but kind, I-”

Kyle says your name to tell you to shush up, “I apologize, you have a name, I’ll be sure to use it.”

A small smile appears on your lips and you nod, “Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t…no, don’t call me that, Gaz, call me Gaz.”

You laugh at his return and put your hands in your pockets, “Kay, you call me by my name and I call you by yours, that sounds like a pretty fair deal to me.” With a smile still on your expression you say your goodnights and then stand still for a moment, looking down at your boots as you think, this Gaz character was actually pleasant, he seemed nice to where you wouldn’t have to lie when asked about him.

After a few minutes you turn around and walk back to the workbench, everything as you put it, tablet turned off but leaning against an out-of-use carburetor and everything seems just so. To the sight you were content, because that meant you could get started on the mountain of tasks you had lined up, and you looked over the scene again, grabbing your gloves but faltering when you saw the flipphone that had been sitting beneath it.

They had made such a point to take your phone, ensuring no outside contact.

So you look around the hangar again, yet, because of the time there is close to no one there, you even peek out the door into the darkness of the airfield. Yet again, nothing.

You stare at the piece of technology for a moment and it then begins to buzz, but only twice, indicating you got a message- well not you, but the phone did.

Hesitantly you reach to grab it, flipping it open, being met with a simple message-

Awaiting orders, prepared to receive?

Another look around the hangar and you quickly type a response.

Yes.

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I’m so glad requests are open again❣️ has anybody requested the innocent reader riding William in the locker room and potentially almost getting caught again? Plus Auston was curious how much she learned from William.

Hey darling! Nope, no one's brought that up before, but now that you have, I absolutely had to dive into it 😉

I mean, who can resist a bit of 3488 magic? 🤍 I'm not exactly hinting at a 3488 scenario, but I'm definitely not against it 🙈

And the locker room… oh yes! 😍🔥 I know you wrote "almost" which apparently my mind completely ignored... 🙃

Warnings; 18+ smut (don't know why I keep putting these warnings 🙈); oral sex (f and m receiving); semi-public unprotected sex;

Word count; 4.8K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

Everything just felt perfect. Being at William's flat, gradually turning it into your own place, felt more than just right.

Even though you had had your doubts about whether you were ready for it, as you stood in the kitchen enjoying a nice cup of coffee on this particular Tuesday morning, you felt more certain than ever.

William Nylander, your boyfriend, and now the person you shared a home with, went out of his way to make you feel comfortable moving in with him.

Before he’d left for the road trip, he carved out some space for you in the walk-in closet, even though most of it was already taken up by his numerous pieces of clothing and baggy style. His many shoes also claimed a big chunk of the space, but you managed to neatly arrange them next to yours. It looked quite amusing with his chunky Jordans beside your elegant heels and much smaller trainers.

And as you admired how your personal items were placed side by side, you felt confident in your decision.

However, you had also decided to keep your studio just for a little longer, just as a safety net.

It was no secret that you'd been hurt before. Your high school sweetheart may not have been the most adventurous in bed, but he sure knew how to charm other girls. And one day, it had become too much for you.

He was always out with his friends, and girls seemed to swarm around them. To be fair, most of them were quite attractive, and your ex, in particular, always looked flawless. And, it was his charm that had initially captivated you. The same charm he then used on every girl whenever he was out. Though he never actually cheated by sleeping with anyone else, the way he would sit closely with girls, have them in his lap, and enchant them all the way, eventually led you to break it off.

The breakup wasn't exactly pleasant, but you had every right to end it. To put it mildly, your girlfriends were more than supportive of your decision. Only a few sided with him, thinking you were crazy for letting him go. However, in retrospect, it was probably for the best that you weren't friends with those few anymore.

So, as you enjoyed your coffee, you took in the scene before you. The cute little doodles comfortably nestled in their baskets after the morning walk, and the sight of William's flat now being your home too.

It was quiet, with only the distant sounds of traffic several floors down, as you slowly prepared for the day. And while going through it all, you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how quickly you'd established a routine here. During the past week, you had spent every day at the flat, which felt a bit strange given that William was on the road. However, you had also simply enjoyed the time to truly get comfortable on your own.

Yet, despite being busy with work and hanging out with the other wives and girlfriends of the team, you were more than happy that he was now back home. So, Monday you had taken a lazy day on the sofa, having taken the day off to spend time with William. Although your boss wasn't always a fan of it, given that you always put in extra effort whenever William was on the road, he accepted your request for some flexibility.

Today, however, was just another workday for both of you. You would be at the office, and William would have practice all day. And then you'd meet back home in the evening.

It felt so homely, and the more you thought about it, the wider your smile became.

Meanwhile, at the training rink, William was putting all his energy into improving his skills. The road trip hadn't been his best, and he was determined to redeem himself, showing just how much he was truly worth.

And Auston, of all people, couldn't help but comment on his teammate's behaviour a little. As the two of them were the last ones to leave the ice, Auston stood by William at the bench and flashed him a content grin.

"Hey man, no need to punish the pucks like that," he chuckled with a friendly glint in his eye, prompting William to look up at him.

"Guess I just feel a little, you know, from the trip..." William shrugged with a soft smile.

"Yeah, don't we all... but hey, at least you had y/n to come home to."

William chuckled at Auston's comment, knowing that the Scottsdale boy had always had a certain curiosity about your relationship, especially the intimate part.

"Didn't really do much when I got home, was too tired," William smiled. "But then we didn't leave the condo all day yesterday, maybe only to walk the dogs, but other than that, we were in bed all day."

He couldn't suppress his smirk as he recalled yesterday and everything you did and didn't do.

"Only the bed?" Auston mischievously asked, raising his brows flirtatiously.

"Well... And the shower... and the sofa - maybe even the kitchen a little bit."

The boys shared heartfelt chuckles as William spilled the beans about your intimate activities.

Normally, he wouldn't go around sharing details like this, but for some reason, all the teammates seemed rather interested in your sexual life.

Perhaps it was because you’d openly admitted your lack of experience months ago, and knowing William well, all the players had their ideas about why both of you were so happy.

Besides, William did occasionally share a little. He couldn't help but boast just a bit as he mentioned how good the two of you were in bed together. And being single as well and not unfamiliar with the ladies, Auston also often shared his own experiences. It did sound more like conquests than intimate talks, but that's just how guys shared.

Not that you minded that William talked about you like this. Mostly because you also knew that you weren't just a girl he'd picked up for a casual encounter. You were in a committed relationship, so when he shared your intimate experiences, you knew he wasn't referring to you as just a piece of meat.

Especially with Auston, you found it a little amusing. He'd always been the one to poke fun about your sex life, wanting to know if you really were as sweet and cute as you appeared. Perhaps in the beginning, when you first got to know everyone, you were, but not so much anymore.

Not only had you explored various positions with William, but you also had intimate moments during a work meeting, in his childhood home with family around, and even ventured into anal play. You mastered the art of giving him mind-blowing head just as he excelled in orally pleasing you. The universe of bondage, dominance, submission, and light spanking was not left uncharted.

But, despite the array of experiences, there was still a world of possibilities to explore.

And, of course, Auston couldn't resist making a cheeky comment as the boys finished up in the locker room after practice.

"Well, sounds like she's good for you," he chuckled a bit too mischievously for William's liking. However, he brushed it off as typical boyish banter. "You know, you can always give her a private tour of the arena, if you dare," and with a cheeky wink, Auston left William to himself.

Although it was likely intended as a tease, William had a feeling Auston meant it. It wasn't the first time such a dare had been thrown around; in fact, it was often a dare spoken in the locker room as it was a mix of their home territory and the thrill of being caught at any time. Echoing noises through the halls would give away their position and activities, yet the boys found it alluring to show their partners a good time in the arena where they spent most of their time. However, most women didn't like the idea, primarily due to the smell of hockey equipment and sweat - and then the public nature of it all.

Returning from today’s training, William greeted you in the kitchen. Despite having a tiring day, you decided to unwind with a bit of cooking for you and your boyfriend.

And it was more than worth it when William wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you tightly as he kissed the back of your head.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled lightly, leaning slightly into his embrace as you tried to cut the last tomatoes.

"Mm, hello, baby," he mumbled into your hair. "Smells good."

You couldn't help but giggle a little.

"My hair or the food?"

"Both, and you..." he added as he placed soft kisses on your neck, gently nipping at your skin.

"Willy," you giggled. "I'm trying to cook here."

It was hard for you to concentrate on the tomato sauce you were making for the pasta and meatballs - Italian-inspired, as it was William's favourite.

"So? I'm hungry for something else…"

And as if you weren't in the middle of preparing your dinner, William had another idea for starters. With a swift move, he pulled you away from the kitchen counter, spun you around, and hoisted you into his arms. His strength was obviously greater than yours, and you surrendered immediately.

Then placing you on the large dining table, William wasted no time in discarding your trousers and unbuttoning your shirt. You weren't at work anymore, so your outfit didn't really matter. With an open shirt, your lingerie completely exposed, William squatted before you and came face to face with your core. Though you hadn't had time to build any sort of arousal, William's dominant moves had you instantly turned on, and your anticipation grew, expecting to be touched.

And you didn't have to wait long. William pulled down your fine panties, threw them across the room, and then tossed your leg over his shoulder, diving in for his first meal of the night.

"Oh, fuck, Willy," you breathed out as his tongue and lips made contact with your sensitive flesh. Your hands supported you on the table as you leaned back, allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure.

"Mmm, baby, my favourite fucking meal," he hummed into your core, sending sweet vibrations through your body before continuing his work.

William always made you feel incredible. You could talk about how he pleased you endlessly with your girlfriends, making them jealous of the man in your life who loved to give and always prioritised your pleasure over his own.

Not that William thought much about it. He just loved pleasing you like this. Perhaps it was the sweet sounds he created from you; he wasn't sure. He just loved the taste of your cunt and the way you squirmed under his touch.

The more you moaned and cried his name, the more turned on he got. He could feel his member growing firmer and twitching in his sweats as your breathing became uneven and your legs pressed onto him, signalling your impending orgasm.

You almost couldn't hold yourself together as William paid his undivided attention to your heat. And soon, you heard yourself whimper as you announced your orgasm about to peak.

So close to the edge, and knowing just how to push you over, William added his two long fingers, and only a few pumps were required for you to let out a deep moan and let yourself feel the orgasm course through your body.

William licked and sucked all the juices you offered him, flicking your clit a few times before he rose and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"You always serve the best starters," he smirked against your lips, and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"And what about my first course?" you asked with a sweet, almost innocent smile.

"It's all ready for you," William chuckled, before you hopped off the table and kneeled before him, pulling down his sweats and boxers, then taking his hard member into your mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's it," William moaned loudly as he felt your warm mouth around him, skilfully coating him with your saliva and moving your head in steady motions.

And you did not hold back. As if William had turned on every button you had to offer, you felt hungry and eager to satisfy him. You let him in and out of your mouth as if you'd been starved for days, and his cock was the only meal you'd been offered. You effortlessly took him all the way down your throat, gagging just enough to make sounds before retreating and regaining your breaths.

"Shit, baby, do that again..."

And so, you did. Forcing yourself to relax the back of your throat, you let his length all the way in, causing your gag reflex to act before you had to pull back.

William saw stars as you did your little trick, something you admittedly didn't know you could do before now. But as he seemed to enjoy it so much, rolling his eyes back in his head, you naturally had to do it again.

"Hnfg... oh fu- I'm gonna come if you keep... mmm doing that."

His thigh muscles clenched under your touch, and you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself as you bopped your head a few more times, sucking him to your best abilities, causing him to let out an uncontrolled grunt and release his cum into your mouth.

Deep sounds escaped from the man above you as you made sure to clean and swallow every bit of his liquids, tasting the saltiness.

"Mmm, baby, you're getting way too good at this," William chuckled as he pulled up his pants, slowly regaining his breath as he came down from his high.

You flashed him a content smirk. "I didn't know I could get TOO good at it... but if that's the case, then I can just... not do it," you offered him a cheeky wink.

"Oh no, no! That's not what I meant," William quickly tried to defend as he watched you walk to the bedroom, where you changed into one of his large t-shirts and a pair of shorts to relax in. "I'm just saying that-"

"I'm giving you such good head that you'll never be able to leave me," you jokingly chuckled, returning your focus to the pot with boiling tomato sauce.

"Well, not that I'd ever leave you," William grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "But gotta admit that you're most definitely the best I've ever had."

And that sparked something within you. You? The best at this?

Oh, this definitely made your confidence peak.

Turning around, you flashed him a great smile. "Well, I guess just like you athletes need to stay on top of your skills by keeping on training and working hard, so do I."

"Oh yeah, you definitely need to keep up your talents," William eagerly agreed, nodding along with a teasing grin.

Pulling you in for a sweet kiss amidst the delicious smells of your cooking, you both couldn't suppress your joy. What could be better than this? A round of oral pleasure for starters, ensuring both reached an amazing climax, followed by the main course of a proper Italian-inspired dinner. And for dessert? That would have to wait until tomorrow since both of you were defeated by exhaustion and too much pasta.

Unfortunately, the following evening didn't start out as exciting.

Though your day at work had been just fine, having finished everything so you'd be able to leave in time for the game, it didn't go as smoothly for the Leafs.

The match against the Jets proved to be a long one. With no goals through three periods, it extended into thrilling overtime, where Auston finally settled the score with a goal after four minutes and thirteen seconds.

On a brighter note, Sammy had an amazing night. With a standing ovation for his 32 saves and no goals in the net, it was indeed a well-deserved night for him.

William, on the other hand, didn't manage to score a goal or make an assist; instead, he spent two minutes in the penalty box.

Yet, still, cheers filled the halls of the Scotiabank Arena as the players exited the locker room with smiles adorning their faces. Naturally, everyone wanted to secure a win in regular time; however, with the ups and downs the team had been facing lately, this was enough for tonight.

And as the clock ticked away and the hallway slowly emptied out, you found yourself strolling back and forth as you waited for your boyfriend to finish up. It wasn't uncommon for him to be one of the last ones, however, tonight he seemed to be taking a little longer.

So as the final players bid their farewells, you decided to walk into the otherwise forbidden area, as some of the partners would call it. And sitting on the bench in his little stall, William was still in some of his gear.

"You haven't even showered yet?" you chuckled, leaning in the doorway, and looking at your man.

William smiled with his overly smug face as he saw you standing there in your blue jersey, proudly sporting his number and name. Slowly making your way towards him, you cocked an eyebrow on the way.

"Yeah, sorry baby, I just skated a few rounds and shot some pucks... sorry I kept you waiting," he grinned up at you as you came to stand before him, your fingers finding his hair as you gazed down at him, while his hands found the back of your bare legs. His hands felt rough against them, as you'd decided to wear one of your skirts for work today and a pair of boots. However, while waiting, you played a game of mini hockey with Ashton and accidentally ripped your pantyhose.

"Hmm, guess you'll just have to make up for it," you returned his smirk, tracing your fingers through his sweaty hair. "In fact, coming to think of it... maybe we should introduce some punishment at home; like for every time you're late, or maybe when you get a penalty during a game." You teased with a confident smile.

"But then I wouldn't do anything else but getting punished," William chuckled.

"Oh, I did not think of that," you spoke sarcastically with a laugh, and before you knew it, William playfully pulled you into his lap and started tickling you, knowing it was the ultimate form of torture in your book. "Stop! Willy, stop," you almost shouted, and finally, he did, letting you breathe as you straddled him, your legs on either side of him, feeling your intimacy getting a little closer to his groin, which was unfortunately covered by his cup and boxers.

"Hmm, maybe I can already start making up for it now," he mischievously chuckled before leaning in for a deep kiss, letting his mouth gently explore yours as his hand found the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair.

But you had to pull back.

"What... here? Willy, we can't," you expressed firmly, yet you couldn't help but feel your cunt tingle a little at the mere thought.

"Nobody's gonna know," he chuckled darkly, trying to reconnect your lips, but you avoided him.

"Seriously, anyone could walk in at any time..." you tried to argue, but it only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes.

"Exactly," he merely spoke, and you knew there was no turning away from this. His determination to go all the way in the locker room, potentially on full display, was lit, and you couldn't help but feel turned on as well as he held a firm grip onto you.

Biting down on your lower lip, you met his fiery eyes with a seductive expression. "Alright... but you'll have to get rid of that first," you pointed out his cup, darting your eyes downwards.

And you didn't have to say that twice before he wiggled underneath you, not so elegantly removing the cup from his groin and tossing it behind him.

It was kind of hot, you had to admit that. The way he eagerly wanted you right there, right now, was making you crave him even more.

"Kiss me," he commanded, and naturally, you obeyed. Forcefully, you clashed your lips on each other, swiftly letting your tongues intertwine and mix saliva. His hand held a tight grip on your hair, as well as yours in his. Tugging and pulling his locks, air was stolen from your lungs, and you sensually grinded your intimacy into his slowly growing member.

It wasn't romantic nor gentle. It was hungry, passionate, and lustful. His hands found their way to your buttocks, where they held on and guided your motions, as William increasingly grew more eager to feel himself inside of you.

And as you felt his length hardening beneath you, you moved your hands down his torso, feeling his chest under your palms. You found the hem of his boxers and snuck your hand underneath the fabric.

William let out a moan as you took hold of his length, letting it grow firmer and firmer in your hand as you gently stroked his skin up and down. "Yes, shit baby," he breathed into the kiss, biting on your lower lip as you moved a little faster and held tightly onto his hard shaft.

You felt your own arousal intensify as his moans grew a little louder, his breaths uneven, and his grip on your buttocks tighter.

And just as you thought you had him under your control, William moved a hand between your legs. Gently sliding your lacy knickers aside, he let his finger explore your warmth. Rubbing your sensitive skin, the little bud of nerves, and then seeking out your entrance.

“Willy,” you moaned as you moved your mouth to his neck, tracing kisses up and down his jawline as you whispered to him. “More… I want more.” It almost sounded like a plea, but William didn’t care. He was so turned on that he simply granted your wishes, first inserting two fingers straight into your core. “Fuck, yes.” You moaned into his neck, trying not to sound too loud, while focusing on working his length.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate, as pleasure took over your mind, and both of you kept moaning under your breaths as you pleased each other.

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, William made sure you’d be able to take his cock, working your warmth to make you properly wet for him.

Your mouth returned to his, and you could feel the intensity build up within.

It was messy, with half of William’s gear still on, and your skirt folded up only enough to provide access to your warmth. And as you rode his fingers while giving him a hand job, you were completely forgetting about your surroundings.

“Baby, I want to be in you,” William huskily spoke, and you were more than willing to feel him too. Both withdrawing your hands, you then scooted a little, lifted yourself on your knees so you could line the tip of his cock with your entrance.

With William’s hands on your hips, you let yourself sink down, allowing his length to fill you up.

Moans harmonised as your walls hugged him entirely. And slowly, you began rocking your hips, William guiding your motions as his cock easily moved in and out of your warmth.

Your hands held a tight grip onto his shoulders to stabilise you as you found a steady rhythm.

William always felt so good, and riding him like this gave you a sense of power. However, as always, he wouldn’t want you to think that you were in charge. He was, after all, the dominant one in your relationship, and truth be told, you preferred it that way too.

His hands encouraged you to increase your speed, and so you did. However, it wasn’t exactly easy when William then moved his hand again, his thumb settling on your clit, and you kept moving your hips.

You felt the intensity of pleasure course through your body as he stimulated your inside and circled your clit, and you knew you could come anytime soon.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” William spoke roughly, also feeling his climax approaching as your tight walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

And as you became more eager to reach the much-needed peak, you sped up, almost overstimulating yourself as you were so close to release.

“Willy, I’m gonna…” you announced your pending orgasm under your breath.

“Yes, baby, come for me…” William returned the husky grunt, his thigh muscles tensing as he was about to let himself surrender to a release as well.

You could almost feel how his hips wanted to thrust up against you, letting him hit you deeper as you moved. And as the tip hit your sensitive spot over and over again, you finally managed to ride yourself to climax. Letting out a loud moan, deep breaths, and clenching your muscles, you cried out as you surrendered to the pleasure.

Yet, William’s hand still guided you to keep moving, as he too let out a dark moan and filled you up with his release.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted as you slowed down your motions, your tense grip gently releasing, and regaining control of your breathing.

You almost collapsed onto his body, feeling yourself pulsating, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you both slowly came out of your high.

And both of you couldn’t help but let out chuckles resting in this position, sharing a tender kiss before locking eyes in an intense stare filled with passion and content. Your fingers gently stroked through William’s wonderful, thick, sticky hair, as his hands rested on your buttocks.

Both of you felt sweaty from the activity as smiles adorned your lips, and you shared this heartfelt moment.

However, just as you were about to untangle from the position, a voice suddenly caught you off guard and made you jump in surprise.

“Can’t believe you actually did it.”

Promptly, you turned around, facing a smug Auston resting in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Aus… what are you…” you mumbled breathlessly, while William merely let out small chuckles.

“Oh, please don’t stop on my behalf,” he added, not even caring about how you showed your embarrassment with rosy blushed cheeks. “I can stand guard if you need a second round,” he flashed you a cheeky wink before exiting the room and letting the door shut close.

You were completely frozen, baffled as you felt William’s cock getting soft under you, and his release slightly dripping from your warmth.

“Oh god,” you cried out, covering your face with your palms as your cheeks felt warm and red. “I can’t believe he walked in on us!”

Swiftly, you moved from your position, correcting your skirt as you stood with a hand to your forehead, considering the situation. But again, William just laughed. Rising from his seat as well, he began taking off the rest of his equipment with an overly satisfied smile.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just Auston,” William tried to comfort you, but it had absolutely no influence on you.

“Well, exactly! It’s Auston, our friend, who’d always been commenting on my sexual experience… and now he saw us! He’s probably going to tell everyone how we shagged in the locker room!”

“Well, if he doesn’t, I will,” William chuckled again, pulling up his sweats as he’d decided that showering now would be pointless. “Come on! It was really sexy.”

“Seriously?” you cocked an eyebrow. “You guys think sex in the locker room is sexy?”

“Oh yeah, and believe me, a lot of the guys will be jealous when they hear about it.”

William came in closer to you as he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Hmm… I kind of like making the guys on the team jealous of us,” you grinned with a smirk, thinking about it all.

“Is that so? Well, you definitely made Tony jealous, that’s for sure.”

William’s words hung in the air for a short moment as you stood in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Good – I want him, and all the rest, to know just how good you can make me feel.”

Your voice sounded overly seductive as the deep whisper escaped your lips.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna fucking shout it to the world!”

With content smiles on your faces, you sealed the intense night with a deep kiss.

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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Confessed feelings.

Summary: Toji comes over to pick up Megumi and Tsumiki, two children he loves deeply, but after a conversation they had at the park y/n goes home and pours her a cup of wine only to be interrupted by a knock on her front door.

Warnings-cursing, THE NASTIEST smut, and Toji because he is a warning himself

(Tojixreader) first person reader.

He’s so cold; despite the sly smirks and head nods every morning in the office, he doesn’t pay me any mind, and how I wish he fucking would.

For a while I’ve wanted him and only him, but he’s married with two kids, well he WAS married. His second wife sadly passed shortly after Megumi was born, yes Toji was married twice, his first wife he met during high school, and he had unconditional love for her, creating their first child Tsumiki. unconditionally, yet soon she passed, leading him to his second wife, to which he took her name.

But I always asked, how he could skip over me twice..I made it obvious that I cared deeply for him, but the feeling was never reciprocated.

Was it her body? Or was it merely her soul, I didn’t know much about her, but Toji, usually chill and quiet, wouldn’t shut up about her, especially his second wife, he loved her deeply, both of his wives that is.

But, once they passed he instantly distanced himself from anyone else only focusing on his children, and how could anyone blame him?

So I didn’t, and I still don’t, and ever since Megumi was born along with Tsumiki, I have always helped them, always watched them when I wasn’t going into the office and never complained never, the kids weren’t bad at all.

But it’s Toji, I want him, so bad, it aches my heart, he’s still cold towards me, any conversation about love he changes the subject instantly, he doesn’t care for love, and I’m starting to think, maybe he’s done with the whole concept, but honestly just being able to see him made me happy.

I dance to the music making lunch for the children that I was watching today me using my off day to be a free baby sitter but I didn’t care not a single bit, Megumi walks in the kitchen a blank stare following with him, he then makes his way over to me pulling on my apron getting my attention easily.

“Gumi? Why aren’t you watching cartoons?” I asked flipping the burger putting the spatula down picking up the boy, “I got bored.” He said in his normal monotone manner, I hum walking to the living room with him, hearing Tsumiki’s feet patter behind me “I’m bored tooooo can we go to the park!” She asked while I put her brother down, “your dad is coming over for lunch, maybe after we eat we can go,” I say patting her head causing her to giggle adorably.

Megumi blinked before calmly saying “I don’t wanna go to the park,” he then pointed to the door “I want icecream..” he insisted staring dead at me, he was a very quiet kid and always kept to himself, he was also very demanding but a gentleman just like his dad.

Tsumiki whined “that isn’t fair! I asked to do something first!” She said stomping her foot to which he shot her one of his blank stares as if he didn’t understand her attitude. “Okay then..why don’t we just do both?” He asked looking at me for approval. “I don’t see why not..” I said shooting them a kind smile.

“but I do want you two to eat lunch first I’m making burgers..” I say, causing Tsumiki to do a happy dance, “I love burgers!” She insisted to which Megumi just shrugged “I’ll eat it” he said causing me to nod “damn right,” before getting up pointing to the couch “just watch SpongeBob until I finish cooking please,” I asked the two kids hopping up on the couch watching the tv.

“Who lives in a pineapple under the sea! SpongeBob square pants!”

The tv sung causing the two kids to sing along, I make my way over to the kitchen again flipping the patty just in time.

After a few minutes I make the two plates “cmon you too foods ready your dad should be here to pick you two up soon, he texted saying he’ll be a little late but that was 2 hours ago..” I say putting the two plates on the counter top Megumi and Tsumiki to run over jumping up on the barstools by themselves instantly digging in.

I giggle at their expressions “good! It’s really good!” Said Tsumiki with a full mouth,” Megumi of course just shooting me a thumbs up as he ate. “I’m glad to hear it! Eat up you two,” and so they ate the room consisted of giggles and complaints from Megumi because his sister was smacking.

“Come on you two don’t start, Miki please chew with your mouth closed it’s unladylike to chew with your mouth opened..” Tsumiki smiled her mouth full of food before saying “I know I’m doing it to make him mad,” she said with laughter causing Megumi to grimace in annoyance, “well don’t because your brother isn’t bothering you,” I add, and she just stops nodding her head eating her food.

I prepare Toji’s plate before hearing a knock on the door, causing Tsumiki to yell “daddy!” She yells jumping off the barstool Megumi just turning looking at the door as I walk over opening it.

There he was, the tall muscular man peering down at me his expression immediately changing from stole cold to soft once he saw his daughter run to him “heyyy princess! You have fun today with [name] ?” He asked kissing all over the girls face causing her to playfully screech and giggle. “Of course I did! We wanted to know if we could go to the park and get icecream?”

Toji smiled “of course we can..” he said putting her down “thanks for watching them they adore you..” he said the scar on his lip turning upwards as he smiled softly at me, “you know it’s never a problem..” I insisted with a soft smile.

He glanced over at his son “hey son! You had fun?” He asked to which Megumi nodded with another shrug “my day was pretty average no complaints..” making Toji chuckle ruffling the boys hair “you never complain,” he complimented pecking the top of the boys head.

I grab his plate handing it to him and he takes it looking at it “you didn’t have to cook for me, did you even eat?” He asked to which I shrugged “I’m fine I know I can eat, you’ve been working all day just eat the burger,” I insisted but he simply handed it back “sit down and eat.” He demanded resting his elbows on the counter top “you’re gonna want to anyways if you’re going to the park with us,” he said looking at the food then at me with his deep blue eyes.

I fight the heat rising in my cheeks before sighing “but I made it for you,” I say with pout to which he thinks for a bit, looking around the kitchen before going to the drawer pulling out a knife cutting the burger down the middle, “now eat..” he said again, and without thinking I was sitting on the barstool picking up my half biting into it, and it indeed was very good.

I hum nodding and he chuckles “I dunno why you didn’t just make you a burger too?” He added picking up his half “because I ran out of meat and I wanted you to eat,” I say covering my mouth.

Toji shrugs “yeah but you have to worry about yourself before me, this is your house,” I look up at him still chewing before I turn my attention to the burger, I’d rather have him eat before I do, and he wouldn’t even notice my love for him.

“Are we going to the park or not..” said Megumi while he pulled on his shoes and jacket making Toji laugh a bit “yes can [name] eat before we go sir, last time I checked I’m the one driving,” Megumi sighed sitting down “take your time,” Toji mumbled to me ignore the complaints of his son.

After we ate we all got into the car and drove to the nearest park, “stay close don’t go wandering anywhere but near the park,” he instructed sternly to the two as we all got out of the car, “we’ll be right here he said while me and him walked to the metal bench his hands swiftly in his pockets while the kids ran directly to the swings.

Toji lets out a tired sigh taking his hands out his pockets leaning forward his elbows resting on his thighs, his eyes closed, he worked all day and still made time to come to the park with his kids, he really was a good dad even if he was away so much.

“Maybe you should have let me take them, you need to rest you workaholic,” I say watching the kids, Toji grumbles lifting up slowly his eyes still closed as he leaned back, “they need to get some fresh air once in a while, so do I..so I don’t mind that much..” he says softly.

I think for a bit before tapping my thigh, him opening one eye to look at me, “what? It’s just laying your head down..” I say blinking and he just sighs “you’re so naive..” he mentions closing his eyes again leaning his head down on my thigh kicking his foot up on the bench letting out a slow breath.

“What changed your mind..” I say softly looking down at him, “why can’t I be naive too..?” He questions relaxing his body with a soft chuckle. I smile burying my hands in his hair “a little too late for that huh..?” He asks turning his head to look up at me, his dark blue eyes piercing me.

I blush turning my head a little causing him to just laugh some more closing his eyes again, I think for a bit it’s now or never, “Toji..?” I start hearing his muffled “hmm…?” I think for a bit before finally saying “why is it that you over look me so much..” the air around us grew quiet.

Toji sighed out that causing my heart to burn, did I annoy him? Was the question too vague? He didn’t give me anything he turned his head looking directly in my eyes, “can we talk about this later..?” He said making me tense a little “I’d rather talk about it while we have the chance” “then you’ll be disappointed because I don’t want to discuss this topic right now.” He said sternly shutting me up.

Yes of course I brought this topic up before, like I said I made my feelings clear, I never once stayed quiet about how I felt, to anyone.

I sit back looking up into the sky fighting back the tears..it was just like that day 8 years ago..I felt the same feeling he made me feel again, helpless.

After an hour Toji sits up “alright fuck it, I’m tired, kids! Let’s go!” He called the kids whining as they made their way to us.

I kept my eyes on the ground, debating before finally lifting my head when he motioned for me to get up, “I’m going to go home on my own, I know you don’t feel like dropping me off, plus I could use the walk..” I say with a pain filled chuckle.

Toji looks at me holding Tsumiki’s hand “[name] get in the car please..” he said looking at me “I’m fine Toji..” I say sharply and he just sighs “this is childish of you..” he insists taking his children’s hand.

“I could care less..” I say softly standing walking the other direction leaving him there with the kids, Megumi yelled after me “we were suppose to get icecream!” But I didn’t even look back my heart completely shattered to pieces.

I made it home around 6 pm flopping down on the couch, me even trying with him was useless and I knew that, I look at my phone finally noticing I had gotten a text from Toji.

Toji 💙 “I said I didn’t want to talk about it now, not ever, pick up the phone.”

I stare at the message, was I mad at him? For years of deflecting my love and causing me to turn away and be single for four years? I only want him, I only ever wanted him!

The thought of it pissed me off even more, what stopped him from talking about it when we were all alone? Maybe I was being selfish and a bit bratty?

I think for a bit before turning my phone completely off going to go shower. Once I got out I get dressed in my nightclothes, a silk pink tight fitted night gown that was easy to slide up when my thighs moved.

I sit in the couch with a glass of wine, debating if I wanted to turn my phone on or not. I take a sip of wine looking for my remote. The moment I found it and picked a show I heard a loud pounding if my door, I flinch looking at my door “who the fuck?!” I say loud enough for whoever it was to hear.

I swing the door opened ready to cuss out whoever it was out, but my anger had subsided when I saw Toji peering coldly at me, I quickly cover myself a bit when I saw him looking down at me the kids by his side, I back up opening the house to them in silence.

I close the door rubbing my arms grabbing my cardigan off the coat rack, putting it on, “hey Gumi! Hey Miki..” I say softly Miki rubbing her eyes and Megumi stared blankly. “You owe me icecream..” he said causing me to giggle.

“Kids why don’t you go in my room, Megumi you pick a movie between both of your votes,” they look at Toji and he nods giving them the okay, once we hear the door close Toji looks at me and I keep my eyes on the ground.

“You had me worried,” he started wasting no time, “sorry..” I say in a tone that said I wasn’t really sorry at all, Toji huffed placing his hands in his pockets “don’t be childish [name] you know my situation,” “and I don’t pretend not to! But come on Toji! It’s been 8 years and between that you’ve married twice!” “Keep your voice down, I’m not yelling at you.” He said sternly making me shake my head.

“It’s a lose lose with you,” “I could have told you that,” he said smartly with a grin, I make my way around my granite counter being fed up, “fuck this, talking about this situation is useless..” I say opening the fridge, “I told you that, but no, you wanted to talk so bad then talk, I didn’t waste gas for nothing,” he said crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes grabbing a water bottle, “I tell you the same thing over and over Toji, do I really have to repeat it?” He sighed “no you don’t, I know you have feelings for me..and I don’t over look them” “yes you have for 8 years..” “that isn’t it..just fuckin’ listen..” he scolds while I open my water.

“You have something going on for yourself [name] why throw all of that away for me? Anyone who has ever been in love with me has died or left, I guess I’m being selfish because, I don’t want any of those things to happen especially not to you, the kids adore you, and I hold you close to my heart even if I don’t show it, all I wanna do is protect you and make sure you have a good life..”

I listen to his words, they instantly start to warm my heart, I hum placing the bottle down “thank you for telling me..” I say and he sighs “you still don’t believe me?” “No no, I do! It’s just that..I didn’t exspect to hear that at least not from you, I’m happy with it,” I say with a smile causing him to smile softly.

Toji let’s out a deep breath, “you can stay here tonight, it’s about to storm and I don’t want you driving in the rain with the kids..” I suggest Making a cup of coffee for him, Toji walks around the counter grabbing a cup for his coffee.

“I’ll hold you up on your offer,” he said smiling down at me making my entire face heat up, everything about him made my heart race, I was obviously upset earlier but now I don’t feel a inch of anger, his tall muscular figure standing right next to me almost made me have a panic attack.

“I should go change into something more appropriate..” I say pouring his coffee in the mug and he shrugs “for what? You already have a cardigan covering everything..” he added grabbing the sugar and creamer.

After he quickly drunk his coffee we talked for a while “I always thought maybe I wasn’t pretty enough..” I say fiddling with the ends of my hair Toji leaned down elbows on the counter “I don’t care about looks, but you aren’t ugly at all,”

I smile pushing my shoulder into him “did you just call me pretty,” “ I said you aren’t ugly..” he said sticking his tongue out at me, I giggle at his rude come back “well you don’t look that bad yourself” Toji looks at me lifting back, his waist pressed on the stove, “I know..” he said pridefully.

I giggle shaking my head, “I should go check if the kids are asleep,” Toji shrugged “okay? What if they aren’t then you just invited them out here,” he said causing me to laugh quietly shaking my head “I’m assuming you need a break?” “Oh so you assumed that?” “From the looks of it yeah..” Toji chuckled.

I lift up to stand next to Toji, staring up into his eyes, he cheekily looked to the side “you don’t know what you’re doing staring up at me like that..” I blink tilting my head “like what?” I ask, Toji meets my gaze again, “like you’re innocent..though your eyes tell me exactly what you want,” I blush, did they really?

I’ve always wanted Toji, but now I really craved his touch, I wanted him now more than ever actually, everything in my body wanted him, I hug myself looking at him, “well what do I want Toji?” I say still keeping my innocent act.

Toji smiled softly “alright..I’ll play your little game..” he teased, before shifting leaning down so he was right in front of my face at my level, he leaned in his lips inches from mine making my body tense “and I’ll win..” he said his eyes lustfully low as he eye fucked me.

I shiver returning the same lustful eyes, why would I ever miss this opportunity..?

Toji tilts his head looking at my lips a small smirk on his face. I can’t take it, not anymore after years of never being this close to the man I craved, of course I got greedy..

Instantly I leaned in but I felt him lean in as well our lips crashing together he hummed softly his voice low and sexily raspy as he did so. I whimper when I feel his hands wonder my hips guiding my body up against his, my heart was pounding out of my chest from sexual excitement, I was certain he could feel it.

He pulls back smirking at my reaction my tongue resting on my bottom lip I lean in again sliding my tongue across the scar on his lip making my lips wrap around his bottom lip sucking on it softly before I feel him lift me up with ease, setting me on the counter sliding his way between my thighs pulling me closer to him.

I shiver feeling the cold counter touch my skin wrapping my legs around his waist as we continued to make out my cardigan sliding down my arms as if it were moving out of the way, Toji kissed down my cheek to my neck his hands grabbing at my gown that the cardigan failed to cover.

He hums kissing back up my neck his hands sliding up the sides of my body making me choke back another groan, Toji lifted his head lifting my chin so I was looking in his eyes, “you might be fuckin’ with something you’ll get lost in..~” he said with a smirk.

I groaned scooting closer so I could feel some sort of friction on my covered clit, my body felt like it was on fire, we were so close, closer than we’ve ever been. Toji placed his hands on my lower back pushing me into him, “I’m guessing you don’t care huh princess..?~” he teased kissing my head softly.

I shake my head squeezing my thighs around him “please just fuck me Toji..~” I whine out my eyes locked on his lips, I watch them turn upwards into a smirk before I feel those same lips peck my shoulder pulling the strap of my gown down my arm.

His strong hands feeling so soft against my aching body, he fondled my breast through the silk gown sucking on my neck now, making me whine as I lean my head to the side to give him better access sliding my hands up into his shirt, biting hard on my lip as I feel his abs graze against the palms of my cold hands warning them up.

Toji hummed softly grabbing my wrist sliding my hand down to his sweat pants that perfectly complimented his growing print. I shiver at the heat causing Toji to chuckle softly, “ah, I see..you don’t like being teased do you princess?~” Toji asked sliding his hand between my thighs, my gown pushed up as I open my legs a bit so he could touch me, that’s what I wanted him to do instead of all this teasing..

He glanced at me with his deep ocean blue eyes, before softly pushing the pad of his big thumb against my pulsing clit.

I grab into his forearm my body hitching at the sudden interaction, he rubbed in slow up and down motions the sounds my clit made through the underwear made me blush, the sudden squelching and squishing it made caused Toji to lift his finger, it glistened in the light covered in my juices.

“Mm..” he hummed “you’re sensitive hm..?” He asked burying his hand between my thighs again sliding my panties to the side, cold air hitting my hot clit, I let out a shaky breath opening my legs wider when I see him crouch down forcefully pulling me closer to his lips and without warning he planted a soft kiss on my outer lips.

My shoulders jump as I look down at him with a bruised lip from biting it so hard, “keep your voice down..” he warns his command muffled before he slid his tongue against my already wet folds teasingly, I let my mouth hang open letting out a deep sigh my head falling back.

He sucked and teased my clit with the warm rapid moving muscle, causing my legs to shake, he was so good at it, I could see why he had two kids,

His hands wrapped around my thighs with passion holding me still with force because of the constant squirms and quiet yelps from him teasing my dripping hole with his flexible tongue.

Finally he plants one last gentle kiss on my harden Bud before he lifts his head, his chin glistening from my juices, “mmm..” he hums out licking his lips, pulling me closer to him me being a panting teary eyed mess, he grabs my chin “open..” he mumbled causing me to open my mouth.

Toji pushed his tongue in my mouth holding the back of my head gripping a clump of my hair as he did so, I taste how I tasted on his tongue as I sucked on it wanting him even more now, and he smiles his tongue in my mouth as I began to bob my head pulling back slowly looking up at him, my innocent eyes being taking over by lust.

I slide my thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, trying to pull them down and he watches me letting me pull them down a bit before he helped me “needy little one hm..?~” he cooed in my ear pushing his huge bugle against my bare clit.

“Toji..please..~” I beg wrapping my legs around him “if you keep begging like this I can’t promise I’ll be gentle..” he said kissing my head lovingly, I look up at him and he instantly meets my gaze “don’t be..” I insist, he lowers his eyes a bit before pulling my head towards his kissing me roughly his fingers getting locked in my hair and I shove my tongue in his mouth.

He wrestled my tongue while with one hand pulling his dick out of his boxers, I pull back a strand of saliva connecting to our lips, once it breaks I look down at his length, it was so pretty, and huge.

The tip oozed with precum, I shiver listening to him chuckle softly, as he strokes his dick with on hand pulling me closer and up off of the counter a bit, “hold onto me..” he whispered and of course I listened wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face into his neck.

I feel the tip of his cock pierce my hole and finally he thrusted his hips up, my ass pressed firmly against the edge of the counter before lifts me off completely wrapping his arms around my thighs holding me up, my figure being so small pressed up against his huge body.

I gasp into his neck clawing at his shoulder as he softly sighs “you..haa..~ you have to loosen up a bit princess..” he said as my walls only continued to squeeze around him, yet that didn’t stop shit.

Toji thrusted all the way inside of me tilting his head against mine, he pulled back slowly then pushed back in, and once he felt it was easier he started to gain speed the sounds my pussy made while it squeezed around him made me feel so embarrassed.

It was calling for him as much as I was, and he was listening.

Toji thrusted faster making my body shiver under his touch fucking every inch of my brain to mush. I burry my face into his neck “fuuuuuck! T-ah!~” I screamed out into his neck trying my hardest to keep my voice down but he of course didn’t make it easy for me.

He puts me on the counter again slamming into me holding me close as he did so, not even trying to quiet me down not even the slightest. With each thrust came a squeal and a low raspy groan.

My walls accepted every inch of him with pure bliss my pupils disappearing as my eyes rolled back from the abuse my uterus was receiving. Toji slowly pulled out panting making my body hitch “wait no don’t-“ I whine not wanting him to stop getting so close to finally cumming. Toji walked around the counter with me still in his arms before he placed me on the couch flipping me.

His strong hand pushing my head into the couch my back arched, Toji wasting no time simply used his thumb to push my ass cheek out of the way to get a clear view of my pussy, before pushing his cock into me from behind, causing me to instantly tighten up earning a grunt from him. Toji held my hips pounding into me without hesitation.

I grip onto the couch cushion my mouth remaining opened from the gasp I let in as he fucked me from behind receiving continuous strings of moans from me I reach back and he simply intertwined our fingers tightly rolling his hips perfectly stroking my gspot with no problem at all, making me wince the feeling of climax growing strong making the knot in my stomach uncomfortable.

I jerk my hips back making Toji tighten his grip on my waist pulling me back whispering in a hoarse tone “don’t run..~” digging his nails into my waist as punishment. “Shit shit! Fuck! I can’t..!” I moan out shaking my head repeatedly and he just continues to thrust ignoring me.

Toji lifted me back into him by my neck rubbing his hand down my stomach holding it there as he sucked mercilessly on my neck causing many bruises on my neck, while we sat up on our knees making him pound into my Gspot even more now, the sound of heavy panting and skin slapping filling the room causing an echo.

I feel tears roll down my cheeks as he fucked me senseless feeling him touch me in ways my head couldn’t wrap around made my thoughts completely disappear, the only thought that remained was that; I couldn’t wait to cum.

Toji slid his hand up into my gown pinching my nipples gently and tugging on them as he thrusted far up into my core making my walls sore from the constant abuse it withstood. He grunts his teeth clenching him baring a fang, “I’m cumming..~” he warned making me pant shaking my head, “don’ttt..mh! Don’t pull out..” I happen to get out.

Toji smirks kissing my ear tenderly before letting out a shaky breath saying “didn’t plan on it..” sucking on my earlobe, making my entire body shiver I was completely at my limit and overwhelmed as he pushed me back down into the couch slamming it all into me, every last inch.

I bite hard on my lip to fight back the loud screams I so desperately wanted to let out reaching back to claw at his thighs as he grunted out with each thrust, finally he slammed into me once more holding my hips against his as his cum oozed into me, he leaned down placing a kiss on my head.

Finally after some time he pulls back looking down at the mess we created. I pants rolling over holding both of our cum, “Toji..” I hum out and he smirks down at me saying softly “let it out..mama..” he purrs.

I laid there a complete mess panting as I cover my mouth releasing everything felt so, Good.

After a bit I sit up completely sore and tired. “So..” he starts rubbing my hair that was plastered onto my forehead from sweat back into the rest of my hair as I looked up at him tiredly, “was it worth waiting eight years for..?” He asked with a mocking smirk.

And it was, I nod my head feeling my mind turn fuzzy thinking if I stayed up any longer I might pass out, he chuckles kissing my head.

“I know..” he said cockily with a teasing grin.

#anime #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk toji #toji x you #smut #jjk smut #jujutsu megumi #toji zenin #dilf toji #toji fushigro x reader

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violetsforrosen · 10 months

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✧ || Diamond of the Season

Pairing / Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary / As the diamond of the season, no one could ever deny you, not even your one-eye prince ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions / Fluff, a bit of kissing but nothing NSFW, The title “Diamond of the Season” inspired by Bridgerton, basically idiots in love

Delight, desire and jealousy flowed through all the lords' and ladies' eyes as they exchanged their whispers of you. Within the walls, you have heard it whether it was about your beauty, your nature, even the way you walk or the sound of your talk.

Ever since your arrival at court, young and old lords have been following you everywhere, offering to guard you through the castle as they try to impress you with their bare skills. The ladies often invite you to their gatherings, you do enjoy listening to all the gossip and you know well that when you're not there, it is you who is the topic.

You didn't mind it still, after all, their perception of you only turned you into what you have always wanted, “Diamond of the Season”, the reserved title pronounced by the Queen. In each year, her grace will do the honour presenting the season's diamond at the celebration of her wedding's anniversary to King Viserys I of House Targaryen.

You held your head high as she announced your name. This is all you have ever wanted. It takes you back to when you were just a little girl, your lady cousin was named as the season's diamond, you remember attending her grand wedding to the noble lord of Westerlands and every time you saw her afterwards, she would always dress in the most lavishing gowns and finest gold.

You smile at the thought. This title would benefit you in every single way possible. As a maiden, men across the seven kingdoms would duel to take your hands. Going as far as to offer you the most of themselves only to hear your rejection.

“What a fine jewel, Lord Wylde.” You can see him grinning, thinking he has succeeded.

“But I do not think your wives would be pleased to know that you have gifted me this.” You put down the jewel as you stared right through him. He was a much older man, the “Ironrod”, the man who had wedded four wives and sired twenty-nine children. You would never marry him, he is merely a distraction.

“My fair maiden, I would displease them a thousand times over if it meant to be in your presence.” You could not believe any words you just heard. “As a fair maiden, I have been gifted with things greater than jewels. Perhaps we could discuss your pleasure and your wives' displeasure later” You instantly stand and leave, giggling to yourself as he was lost at his words.

During noon, you have a quiet time with Princess Helaena. Sweets such as lemon cakes, apple tarts and mint tea were laid fully on the table. The second you were named the season's diamond, you were particularly following the Queen around as her lady-in-waiting. But as you were closer to her daughter's age, your role was changed to Princess Helaena's lady instead. The two of you didn't have many similarities, but there are senses of comfort growing through your friendship which only brings you two closer. “Have you found a proper man?” Helaena asked you as she drank the mint tea. “The tea would do you good, princess, it soothes and reliefs-”

“Do not turn a deaf ear to me” She interrupted you and you stared at her. “It has been stressful enough, but I promised you, I would choose a husband who will stay in court so we will always be close to each other.” You touch her hand in comfort as a gentle smile appears. “You didn't hear it from me but Ironrod tried to persuade me this morrow” You can see her pure shock and you two started giggling. “Ironrod? Lord Wylde?! Did he not have four wives already? Twenty-nine kids, I have heard” You nodded. “Three as of now, his last wife died of exhaustion.”

“I wouldn't wish to see you beside him.” You chuckled again. “Never, I already have a chosen man in mind, I promised to choose the one whose presence in court, didn't I?” As you finished your sentence, that man appeared just at the right time. “Brother” Helaena greeted him but his eye only looked at you and you grinned at him. It was only a short second, but it seemed like he understood every single thought in your mind. He didn't bother to stay after, immediately leaving to attend his duties. What a pity.

But it didn't take too long until he ran back into your arms. “Is it true? Did he try to ask for your hand?” He kissed your neck with pure lust and hunger, you laughed at his questions. “Jealousy suits you so well, my Aemond” You softly move your hands on his chest back and forth. “I did tell you that once a man who's rich enough, fine enough and brave enough asks for my hand, I will answer.” Your words anger, his grip tighten on you. “He is nothing close to that, tis I who of royalty and ancient house that could provide all your needs, it is I, who is brave enough to asks for your hand-”

“Yet, it is I who have only ever heard sweet nothing from you.” You playfully push him away. “If you truly wish to see me bare your name and your children, you would take me to the Septon and make me your wife, as simple as that.” You left him there right after. You have already made up your mind, it will always be Aemond. As his wife, you will be the lady of House Targaryen, your children will have dragon eggs placed in their cradles. Dragon riders' blood flows through their veins. You know that only he could answer to the power you have thirst for and the love you have desired.

As a fortnight passed, all the signs were finally clear. “I have named you the season's diamond myself. It is only right that you should become my daughter-in-law”, The Queen said as she held your hand. Aemond stands behind her as he stares at you. After all the little glances, soft touches and teasing whispers, it finally happened. The Diamond of the Season has become the wife of Aemond Targaryen.

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images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Spring By Eugene Bidau

An Amusing Letter by Vittorio Reggianini

Lovers, Doves By Francois Boucher

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aemond fluff #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction

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bigfatbimbo · 3 days

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more rosie content??

Ex-wife!Rosie x Reader Headcanons —

a/n — I don’t have a full grasp on Rosie as a character yet because i’ve never officially written for her so keep that in mind!

warnings — established relationship, but like established breakup, mentions of smut, kinda f!reader implied but like??? not rlly? NOT PROOFREAD!!!

summary — Rosie is the readers ex-wife and the relationship is very complicated!

Basically i’ve just had this idea in my head for a while of being ex-wives with Rosie, but where the divorce is the least complicated part of your relationship.

In other words, bitter ex-wives who fight lots and occasionally have passionate sex.

No because if placed in the same room as Rosie, imagine the playful bickering with increasingly passive aggressive undertones.

Like imagine literally dropping something and Rosie smiling with an affectionate, “Ah, still a clutz as always!” “Rosie, still just as chatty. Somethings never change.”

And then that will slowly turn into “And that’s another thing, y/n, you never picked up your jacket. Always leaving it on the floor—“

“—Oh please Rosie, you wanna talk about a mess? Let’s talk about the demon heads in our fridge!”

See, Rosie considers herself a nice person, and to be fair, it is.

But it was also fair to say there was a certain amount of resentment stored around you, and if you tease her first, hey, it’s fair game.

The back-and-forth remarks between the two of you felt very familiar in a sense, yes rooted in truth and almost bitterness, but it was very playful.

Of course, there was more than one reason it was so familiar. One, because of the actual marriage that took place beforehand.

But also because a key aspect of that marriage never…stopped. Yes, i’m talking about the sex part.

The idea of a struggle for power with Rosie is incredibly appealing. Because like I said, she’s nice, polite, and very caring, but she’s still an overlord, meaning she has to be cutthroat.

And that means with you as well.

Rolling over in bed, almost winning dominance before Rosie sinks her teeth into your neck.

“Ow! Rosie, what the fuck? That’s not how you give someone a fucking hickie!”

“Wasn’t trying too, sweetheart,” she’d grin before licking the bite wound.

Which is another thing, topping or bottoming, Rosie leaves marks everywhere. In various ways, as well.

She bites, not to leave hickies, to get a taste of you. On your neck, all over your arms, inner thighs, you name it.

And scratching her name into your skin, because even though you’re divorced, you’re still hers.

I had an anon say once that since she’s a cannibal, she knows a lot about human anatomy.

So while leaving marks and bites all over you, she’d be explaining perfectly: what would happen if she bite to hard or cut to deep there, spots she has to avoid, and spots she has the privilege of indulging in.

And while bottoming I still think she’d be kind of a power bottom. But maybe returning the favor, and biting her up.

Remarking on how she needs a taste of her own medicine, almost as much as you need a taste of her.

I think this idea would be interesting if the reader was also a higher-up of hell, maybe an overlord themself.

Because then it’d almost be the ‘bitter ex-spouses’ trope with the ‘forced proximity.’

I think Rosie is mature enough not to start and argument during an active overlord meeting, but if your not, shes overjoyed to finish it. [or try to!]

Maybe making a snide remark about something Rosie did during your marriage to the person sitting next to you, just loud enough for her to hear it.

And obviously causing your back-and-forth bickering from across the table.

“Oh y/n, would you calm down already?” “Funny, that’s exactly what you said to me when you tried to COOK ME FOR DINNER.”

“Oh please, I changed my mind. Besides, you taste terrible!

Also the angst aspect of it is very intriguing because there had to be a strong trust bond for the two of you to be married in the first place.

Regardless of how or why you two broke up, there’s definitely a level of love still present despite the resentment.

Yes, Rosie’s annoying and a pain to deal with and talk too but… would you still literally die for her? And vice versa? Yes.

Because if you show up at her door, broken and battered, beat up and bleeding from every part of your body, claiming you had nowhere else to go, the divorce or ‘hatred’ wouldn’t be a thought on her mind.

She’d take you in, patch you up, and let you sleep on the couch. Scolding you the whole time for being reckless, but taking on that caring wisdom filled voice.

And maybe you’re in a position that still allows you to see Rosie a lot, so you have that once in a blue moon experience of seeing her cry or breakdown.

She’s a witch and a pain in your ass, but you still remember her favorite yogurt flavor and wear she keeps her tissues.

And you remember that she gets backaches when she’s stressed, so one way or another, you’re end up gently rubbing her back and reassuring her, taking a break from the bitter cold remarks.

None of these happen often, thank god. In fact, probably only once. But you’re both willing.

I could imagine an argument unfolding after one of these heartfelt moments. Only reminding you of the reason you two didn’t last either.

But it still makes you think; could you have?

a/n — Sorry for ending things with the angst, I have a serious problem AND IM EVIL.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #hazbin hotel fluff #rosie x reader #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #rosie x you

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shuiwin · 8 months

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Tengen x reader x wives

"Can I Please!!!"

It was a well known fact to your lovers that you absolutely loved boobs!! And having the fact that you have three hot wives and a husband with some immaculate looking boobs. You can't help but just love them even more, looking, touching, is all in play for you. Your partner loves the attention you give to them, not just to their physical appearance but also to their mental and personality attributes as well. But with having a like to boobs a thought has been bearing on your mind.

It's late at night and hina is now finishing up with dinner. Makio is reading a book while suma is doing a puzzle. Coming back home with tengen from a mission has you exhausted but seeing your family instantly warms you up. All you want to do right now is cuddle.

" Tengen-sama and y/n are back you guys" suma says and immediately comes and embraces you guys

" Hoi, show some restraint, let them settle down first" makio says from her stop on the couch

"it's okay makio, I love enjoy it" you say and give suma a kiss to show your appreciation.

"What about me Y/N!!!" hina, makio and tengen exclaim

Making your way over, you kiss them as well

"Dinners ready so come and eat" hina says as she begins playing the food

" Delicious as always my wife, what an amazing way to end the night"Uzui says as he inhales the food

Everyone has washed up and now are headed to the bedroom. As always tengen is situated in the middle so that you can share themself with his wives. With makio and suma to the left of him. You and hina are to his right with hina beginning the closet to tengen. As everyone begins to say their , I love you's, and drift off to sleep, you are still awake. After some time has passed, you look at everyone and notice makio and suma are sleeping over one another, with the limbs intertwined. It was a cute scene to look at since now they looked so relaxed compared to their usual behavior during the day. Tengen is sprawled out and hina is facing you, cuddling. Thinking of ways to fall asleep, an idea pops into your head.

You planted you face into hina breasts, enjoying the softness that her plump breasts have to offer. Although this is nice, a thought was brought up, one that you often dreamed and hoped that your spouse would allow you to do. You decided to now is the time to see if you can finally accomplish it.

*whispering* "hina.... hina"

"yes y/n"

"I'm having trouble falling asleep, do you think you can help me out"

"Of course baby, what do you want"

" please don't think less of me for this,"

"I would never, now what is it"

"Can I, um, Can I please suck on your boob, to help me fall asleep" Quickly covering your face with your hands so that she can't see the embarrassment on your face.

A surprised look went on hina's face before she moved her hand to shift her night gown to allow her breasts to fall free.

"Go ahead baby"

Looking at the boobs giddiness filled you up as you happily latch on on one. And with it you were out like a light

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Morning came and you wake up to hina gently playing with your hair. Noticing that you were still sucking on her nipple you let go of it and saw it was red and now swollen from you latching on all night.

"How did you sleep y/n" hina asks as she adjusts her night gown

" really well, thank you hina, um, I'm sorry that your nips are now swollen from me

" it's alright I enjoyed it as well, it was comforting, a new experience that I definitely enjoyed, although, our wives might be feeling a little left out now since they saw you when they woke up this morning."

Blushing at the thought, you and hina made your way to the kitchen where makio, suma, and tengen were making breakfast.

"Did someone enjoy themselves last night" tengen says as soon as he sees the two of you.

" I bet she did, she was on hina like a baby" makio says while looking at them

" No fair, I wanna experience that too, can you do it to me y/n please, I promise I will do everything to make sure you have the best sleep" suma says while grinning at you. "I wouldn't mind it either" makio says with a tint of red on her cheeks

"Um , maybe, idk" you say with embarrassment.

Enough of that let's eat breakfast and enjoy our rare day off as a family. Me and the girls worked on our garden while we made tengen do all the heavy lifting. After hours of working on it we were finally down. Makio plopped down on the couch to relax. You couldn't help but want to cuddle her. So went up to her and laid on her with your head in her breasts.

" mmm, boobies" you say finding comfort on her chest. Trying to test out your luck, you slowly begin to pull one side of makio's kimeo to the side exposing you long to taste. Without wasting a moment you begin to lightly suck on her nipple.

"um y/n, what are doo-ing, ahh, um okay then" makio says accepting it and instead focused on lulling you to sleep by combing your hair and drawing circles on your back.

"she looks sooo cute, just like a baby" tengen says cuing at how y/n looking while in the arms of makio.

" I want a TURN TOO" suma says basically yelling it. And makio will be damned if her moment is ruined by suma's loud yelling.

"Suma be quiet can't you see that y/n is asleep, shhh" and with that it began the regular occurrence of you seeking your partners breast for comfort.

#tengen x wives x reader #tengen uzui #tengen #makio uzui #suma uzui #hinatsuru #demon slayer #smut #sexy breast

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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one with rashy where reader is insecure about her small boobies and tries to cover her upper body when they get intimate but he actually loves them

really self indulgent coming from a small cherries gal like me 😂

i never had this problems with my 🍒 so i hope i made justice to what i wrote, hope you like it!!!!

marcus rashford x reader

tw : smut but not really, insecure reader, self conscious reader

cherries

“hey love i’m home!” you heard marcus calling you from downstairs.

you were standing in front of a mirror only in your bra and underwear but you quickly looked for any t-shirt to wear as you heard marcus approaching your bedroom and you wiped your tears away as fast as you could.

it was one of those days.

one of the days where you felt insecure about your body, about you. you compared yourself to models on instagram, to other football players wives and girlfriends and you kept asking yourself why you couldn’t look like them?

their perfect smiles, their perfect instagram feed, their perfect bodies. you were so jealous.

you’ve always had a love and hate relationship with your body. you liked the way you look but you couldn’t see anything special about you, no, you were just an average girl and sometimes you asked yourself why was marcus with someone like you when he could have models with perfect bodies.

you didn’t like the way your hair laid flat over your shoulders or the way you couldn’t properly do your make up but those were just superfluous things, but there one thing that you couldn’t change and that was something that always bothered you.

you hated your chest.

you grew up watching your friends growing bigger boobs while you got nothing. you thought it wasn’t fair but there was nothing you could do about it. so you let it go away, always thinking about something else even when your mind was stuck to that thought.

“hey baby…” marcus whispered when he saw you on the bed reading a book “i didn’t mean to disturb you baby” he said looking at you. you looked so into the book that he felt bad about disturbing you. in all honestly you couldn’t care less about the book, not when your mind was somewhere else.

“hi love, how was practice?” you asked him setting the book aside.

“good, but i missed you a lot” he engulfed you in a big hug that made you laugh “i really really missed you” his lips a few inches away from yours but you were the one who closed the distance and kissed him.

“i missed you too…”you whispered.

“i hope so” he kissed you again. and again. and again. only to lower his lips onto your neck and gently leaving soft bites and marks that made you squirm underneath his body.

“marcus…”

“does it feel good?” he asked you when his lips met your neck once again. you nodded and you let his hands wander under your t-shirt. he touched your hips and belly but something made you freeze when he touched your boobs.

your mind was in a bad place and his hands gently working on your nipples weren’t bringing you pleasure anymore.

he sensed that something was wrong “are you okay baby?” he looked straight into your eyes. they were glossy and you looked like you were about too cry.

“i’m sorry…” you apologised.

“no baby, don’t apologize…please, tell me what’s wrong? did i do something wrong?” he asked, concern evident on his face.

“no you didn’t do anything wrong…it’s me, i just - it’s stupid, forget it…”

“no it’s not stupid if it makes you cry, please tell me what it is baby…” he begged you.

“my boobs…i can’t, i don’t like the way they look, i - they’re not big or round as they should be and…” you said but your tears stopped you from talking.

“hey hey shhh…it’s okay baby” he comforted you kissing you over your head “can i show you something?” he asked and you nodded.

he then removed your t-shirt leaving you half naked, your small boobs on display and you tried to cover them with your hands but he stopped you.

“don’t cover baby…don’t cover yourself” he moved to kiss between the valley of your breast “you’re so beautiful…so fucking gorgeous” his tongue licked your left nipple “i love your body, i love the way it reacts when i do this…” he then touched your right nipple with his delicate fingers “you’re so beautiful, the most beautiful creature for me…i can’t believe how lucky i am to have someone like you in my life” he kissed your right nipple and gently sucked it.

that simple gesture made you moan.

“i love you so much…” he looked straight into your eyes again “it’s normal to have insecurities…i do have them too, but i want you to know that you’re perfect the way you are, you’re more than perfect love” he kissed your tears away.

“marcus…”

“i know baby, i know. i just wanted you to know how i feel” he kissed you once again.

you’ve never felt so much love in your life and it was kinda overwhelming. he let you cry in his arms, he comforted you all night and let you sleep over his chest.

he was mesmerised by your beauty and he couldn’t understand how you didn’t see that too.

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sakasakiii · 11 months

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Hi!

I love your work!! Your art is very pretty. Do you have a specific idea of how old everyone is ? Do you lean more towards canon or do you have your own dates in mind ? If don’t wanna a answer it’s ok!

Hope u have a nice day

(Remember to drink water!)

hiiii nonnie!!! thank you for checking in, and im happy u like the stuff i put out!! when it comes to ages, it's difficult to answer sometimes bc of the way professor tolkien's timeline is-- it makes gauging one singular place where most of the cast can be compared something that makes my tired brain go 😵🤧🤕 but i love the prompt youve given! and thus heres my attempt at it

with most of my tolkien stuff, i always try to stick to canon wherever possible emphasis is on try lmao and the topic of ages is one such place. i do make exceptions to the Professor's canon sometimes for a few reasons: 1) i like some of the scrapped ideas in his drafts, or 2) i just prefer other options. with ages, i think the only charas with canon-established ages i deviated from are fingolfin, finrod, turgon, and aredhel. i try to keep cases like these minimal tho, so i hope it doesn't bother anyone too much... 👉👈

anyways i figured just dropping a list of numbers would be kinda boring to look at so heres an illustrated guide to what the ~rough~ ages of the finweans are in my head whenever i write or draw. Y.T. 1495 (the year Finwe dies) is the controlled medium ive used to enable a fair comparison of the Finweans

note: "born Y.T. xxx" means this is the canon date of birth listed on Tolkien Gateway. "est. born [xxx]" means this is a noncanon estimate:

the First Age gets a lot more muddled from there due to the hullaballoo of everything going on, so ill only be including the doriathrim and a few other denizens of nargothrond:

it's mostly the older elves that are more undefined/vague with their ages (i.o.w. others like elwing, earendil, the peredhil twins, and most Men all have set dates of birth), so they're all i'll be doing for now. but it's that vagueness which makes hcing all the more enjoyable, isn't it! plus since we’re on this subject, under the cut are just a few headcanons and musings ive had that i wanted to put somewhere 😙

Finarfin and Earwen were born within months of each other! Finwe and Olwe made a Really Big Deal out of when they found out their wives were pregnant at the same time. As a result, the two were often sent on many playdates with each other to “bolster healthy relations” between the Noldor and the Teleri. It wasn’t an arranged marriage situation, but I like to think they were goofy for each other from the start… Resulting in the two eventually getting married as soon as they came of age, the fastest out of all of Finwe’s kids to do so.

The reason the Ambarussa are significantly younger than the other Finweans (especially the Feanorians-- there’s a 100 Valian year gap between them and Curufin alone!) is because I imagine they were accidental babies that even Feanor didn’t expect to conceive. too bad morgoth said "its morgin time!" and started Messing Things Up shortly afterwards.....

Anaire was Lalwen's good friend long before she married Fingolfin; they met through Lalwen who wingmanned Fingolfin the whole time. i like think Anaire'd be the best out of all the wives at keeping good, healthy bonds with all the women of her family :DD

luthien's potential 姐姐/big sis dynamic with all the younger doriathrim elves is something i daydream about a lot 😌 but sometimes the fact that she's older than finarfin keeps me up at night

this has been really fun, so thanks again for asking-- annnd yessir, i am chugging water as i write this so you better be doing the same ❤️ have a great start to your week!

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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The Doctor Will See You Now.. Part Three

Pairing: John Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 2,712 words

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT18+ Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, breastfeeding kink, nursing, fingering, some nipple play, tiny bit of dirty talk, implied age gap, naive reader, some fluff.

Author's Notes: Well, here it is guys, the last part of the Dr. Carpenter fic. I hope you've all enjoyed this! It wouldn't of been possible with all my little horny anons. This may not be for everyone because of the breastfeeding part, lol. So fair warning, it is a good portion of it. Anyway, this was a ton of fun writing these three parts. Maybe down the line I'll write some more John Carpenter stories, if anyone wants it. Enjoy! Possible spelling errors because I'm too lazy to fix it.

"I'm just warmin' ya up, baby.."

After a few more scheduled visits with Dr. Carpenter the both of you had discovered that you were finally pregnant. He was completely overjoyed to find out the news and surprisingly you were pretty excited as well. Once you had started to show that was when things became difficult, there was a lot of talk and rumors floating around the town. People were starting to think a little differently about the good doctor not wanting their daughters and wives to be alone with him. Things for you seemed to be even worse because your parents disapproved immensely and because you had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. John tried speaking with them and even saying he had planned to marry you, but that wasn’t good enough for them. The sinful act was already done. They had kicked you out but John took you in and moved you into his place where the two of you would raise your children together. He didn’t care about the talk that went around the town. You were going to be a family now with your new bundle of joy, the first of many. He liked to remind you that you would carry more of his children as soon as you were cleared to have more after giving birth. He didn’t give you a choice when it came to being a mother and now a little housewife for him. But you didn’t mind it one bit. John made you feel special, something you had never felt before and all you wanted to do was please him and take care of him.

You were six months pregnant by this point and everything hurt. Your belly was so big and swollen, your hips wider and your breasts bigger than before. From the looks of you, it appeared you could’ve been pregnant with twins. That was John’s observation at first and it wasn’t until you felt more than one baby kicking that you both soon realized that you were in fact pregnant with twins. This pleased John because that’s exactly what he wanted. He grew smug about getting you knocked up with twins even gloating about it and wanting to try for triplets next time. You’d just smile and playfully roll your eyes as he spoke. You felt drastically more pregnant than usual and it was so uncomfortable, but what made things worse were your hormones. You were so horny almost all the time and if you weren’t horny you were crying over every little thing. As much as you wanted to have sex you just couldn’t bring yourself to actually do it because of how tired your body felt. You felt bad because you didn’t want to deprive John of having sex especially seeing how in love he was with the changes of your body and how much it turned him on. But he was clever enough to come up with some ways to give you some relief while getting what he wanted as well. You sat up in bed reading one of your fashion magazines in your maternity babydoll nightgown when John had come out of the bathroom from his shower after a long day of work. You peered over your magazine over at him as you watched as he got dressed and you giggled softly, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at the sound of your giggle. “What?” he said softly as he slipped on his pajamas.

“Nothing..” you said innocently with another giggle slipping past your lips.

“Mhm.. Honey?” he hummed.

“Yes?” you responded with a smile.

“You up for practicin’ some more of those breathing exercises I taught ya?” he smiled as he sat down on the bed beside you. You raised an eyebrow at his words because you didn’t think there was more to it. You knew that while giving birth that you had to breathe in and out. What more could he have to teach you? But you weren’t one to argue with him, he was a doctor after all. So, if he felt you needed to practice some more you were going to do just that. You nodded at his words with a smile.

“Sure honey.” you hummed.

He smirked and climbed further onto the bed and you set your magazine down and scooted up a bit into the position and he moved to sit behind you and you leaned against him as his legs wrapped around yours and his arms slipped around your waist while his hands rested on your swollen belly and his fingertips brushed lightly against it. He kissed along your cheek slowly as his lips brushed up against your right ear. You giggled softly as you placed your hands over his and you tilted your head up a bit to look up at him with a smirk playing on your lips as he placed light kisses along your ear. “This isn’t part of the breathing exercise..” you mumbled softly as you leaned further into him and into his touch.

“I’m just warmin’ ya up, baby..” he whispered.

You bit down on your bottom lip and a soft sensual noise escaped your lips from his little kisses. He smirked at the delightful sound and his lips hovered near your ear that the feeling of his breathing sent a shiver down your spine. He raised a hand up to cup your face lovingly “Now take slow deep breaths for me, honey. Then exhale slowly through your mouth..” he whispered softly as he ran the pad of his thumb against your soft lips and you could feel yourself getting turned on by this that you almost took his thumb into your mouth before he instructed you on what to do. You swallowed harshly and nodded at his words as you slowly began to breathe deep and then exhaled sharply and you did this over and over again. The pad of his thumb continued to trace over your lips and then down along your neck and collarbone which caused your breathing to increase and a soft moan slipped from your lips as you felt his wandering hand rub against your sensitive breasts and then gilded its way down toward your stomach. “Good girl.. Keep your breathing up..” he uttered softly into your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut as you continued to breathe for him and your body nearly jolted when you felt his hand move along your right thigh and you shifted your body ever so slightly. As you exhaled your breath came out shakily as you felt his hand creeping closer to the heat between your legs and your body tensing up at the anticipation of it all.

“J-John.. This-This isn’t part of the exercise..” you said between each breath.

A smirk formed on his lips and his teeth grazed your right ear. “Who’s the doctor here? Hm? Do as you’re told..” he whispered. You swallowed harshly as you inhaled deeply and then let out a sharply and long exhale as you felt all the hairs on your neck stand up from his demanding words.

“Y-Yes sir..” you responded obediently as you continued to breathe in and out deeply and loudly. You gasped when you felt his fingertips moving against your clothed pussy and he smirked when he felt how wet your panties were already. He tucked your panties to the side and his fingers buried between your velvety wet folds causing you practically melt into him as your body relaxed and you let out the most embarrassing moan emitting from your lips. The pad of his index and middle finger rubbing against your sensitive clit and you whimpered between your exhales trying to keep your breathing just like he wanted, but he was making it hard. You reached up and placed your hand against the back of his neck and tugged at the dark strands of his hair. Your toes curled when felt his fingers push inside of you causing your slick to drip down his fingers as he forced his fingers knuckle deep and you cried out his name as soft moans escaped you. His fingers pumped inside of you slowly causing you to become even wetter and by this point you had forgotten all about your breathing and your hand tugged harder on his hair and he let out a low groan and he pumped his fingers faster, using his thumb to stimulate your clit at the same time. Your eyes rolled back as your breathing became heavy.

“Oh fuck, baby..” you whimpered softly as his fingers penetrated you. His thumb pressed up against your clit and rubbed against it in circular motions as his fingers continued to stretch open your pussy. He brought his hand up to squeeze your breasts in his tight grasp and you let out a soft groan because they were so tender and sensitive to the touch and the harder he squeezed it that’s when milk began to leak from your nipples and stain your nightgown. You felt the front of your nightgown become damp and you glance down confused. “I-I think something is wrong, baby.” you said softly. John felt how wet the fabric he was squeezing became and he raised an eyebrow when he noticed you were lactating, which stopped him from fingering you and slipped his fingers out of you. A soft chuckle escaping his lips because he forgot to mention that you’d start lactating during your pregnancy.

“Nothin’ is wrong, honey. Your breasts are just full of milk. But I can help you with that.. It’ll make them less sore. You trust me, don't ya?” he hummed. You nodded at his words with a smile.

“Of course I do, doctor.” you giggled.

“Good girl.. No point in wastin’ perfectly good milk, right?” he said with a grin.

You nodded with a smile. “Right.” you hummed.

John smirked and kissed along the side of your neck slowly as he slipped your nightgown off. “Turn around, baby.” he muttered. You carefully and slowly turned around and he helped you as he placed you on top of him having your thighs resting on either side of him. You felt a bit self-conscious about how your body looked but he soon made all those feelings go away from the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He licked over his lips at the sight of your leaking breasts and he cupped them in his hands which made a soft groan escape your lips because they were so full and he caused more milk to squirt out. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples only causing more milk to squirt out and making a mess over the two of you, you bit down your bottom lip trying to suppress your whimpers as he played with your nipples making everything so stimulating that you could feel yourself get even wetter. He was so turned on by the very sight of your breasts leaking all ove him.

“Mm.. I’m gonna make you feel so much better..” he mumbled.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping your arms around his shoulders and slowly rocked your hips against him feeling how hard he was for you. He reached down taking his cock into his hands and slowly guided himself into you and then slammed you down onto his cock which caused a loud gasp to escape your slightly parted lips. “John.. Fuck..” you mewled quietly. He rocked your hips in a slow motion as you gradually rode him soft whimpers escaping you as you watched him kiss along your left breast as his hand kneaded and played with your right one pinching your nipple between his fingers and milk dripped down his hand. You inhaled sharply the moment he latched onto your left nipple and your eyes rolled back as you groaned from the slight pain as he began to suck slowly, nursing from you. Your hands tangled into his hair as you tilted your head back moaning softly as you rocked your hips faster, slightly bouncing on his cock and he groaned lowly but it coming out muffled around your nipple. He grazed his teeth around the senstive bud and flicked it between his tongue before he began to suck faster. You could feel your breasts being relieved from the pressure of them being so full.

Being pregnant and dealing with your hormones made everything more sensitive for you that the pleasure of him fucking you and nursing from you made everything feel so much better. There was something sensual about you breastfeeding him that turned you on even more. That made the pleasure even more stimulating for the both of you. Your hands tugged and pulled at his raven colored hair as you swiftly moved faster on his cock causing the both of you to moan together; though his sounds came out muffled. His hands tightened around your widen hips, squeezing tight and slapping his hand against your ass as he slightly began to thrust his cock inside of you, the two of you moving together at the same pace as he switched over to your right breast suckling from it and gulping down your milk. You were pushing one another closer toward your climax and it seemed like the harder he sucked the more it pushed your orgasm to build in the pit of your stomach. His big hands grabbed your ass tight and slammed you down onto his cock causing louder moans and whimpers to escape you and your eyes rolled shut as the pressure was building within you until you couldn’t hold on any longer anymore. You felt your body tense up and it felt like your whole world was spinning as you came hard all over his cock and you could feel him pulsing inside of you as his hips bucked and he let out a loud groan as he started to cum, filling you up with his warm seed.

He kept his cock inside of you when he finished, feeling your walls tighten around him as his cock throbbed for you. You whimpered cutely as your face buried into his soft hair. He released your nipple and looked up at you with lips covered in your milk as he smirked. He completely drained your breasts that droplets leaked from your breasts. “From now on I’ll nurse from ya, because we don’t want to waste any of that perfectly good milk of yours, honey” he said softly. He grabbed a hold of your face in his hand to make you look at him and you looked at him innocently with a smile as you wiggled your hips against him as his cock stayed snug inside of you. He smirked, staring at you silently for a moment. “Y’know I’m goin’ to keep ya knocked up any chance I get, right baby?” he said softly. You let out a soft giggle and nodded at his words as your fingers twirled around strands of his hair. You didn’t mind one bit because he worshiped your pregnant body. You loved every bit of the attention he gave to you. You cupped his face in your hands and gave his lips a soft loving kiss. “I’m gonna take care of ya and our children, honey. I promise.” he whispered.

“I know and I’ll give you as many babies as you want, baby.” you hummed against his soft lips. He smiled at your words and giving you another kiss before he reached down to slip his cock out of you and he carefully lifted you up and laid you down beside him and tugged the the blankets over the two of you and slipped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace as he placed soft kisses along your shoulder as his face buried between your breasts. You snuggled right into him and smiled happily as you ran your fingers through his hair. Despite how your relationship may have started and all the judgment the two of you have received; you were in love with him and he was in love with you. There was no doubt in your mind that John Carpenter was the man for you.

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