Anastasia

oh what I would've given for him to have stayed in the twilight cast...

Little Puma x Fem!Reader

ADMIRING FROM NOT SO FAR AWAY

Synopsis: Little Puma likes your drawings almost as much as he likes you.

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The midday sun beats down relentlessly, the prairie flooded in a warm light, grassy plains green with life. It had rained not too long ago, and everything seemed to buzz, especially now that it had all soaked in.

Little Puma had set out that morning to do what he always did. Hunt, wander, get into strife with Myron, and by the time lunch had come and gone, he'd trapsed off on his own. He had a goal. He was looking out for something important. Someone important. And he knew exactly where to find her.

You'd found the perfect spot, you'd told him so. Though nearly everywhere was the perfect place to draw or paint according to you. Every time you got a spare moment to go off on your own, you'd bring a small pouch of pencils and a travel sketchbook before disappearing off into the foliage.

That's where he'd find you, amongst a sea of wispy green grass with a pencil scratching away at the paper, slowly mapping the page with what you saw. Sometimes, it was for the lighting and others for the subject matter. He'd once spent hours watching you paint a herd of bison. Although in awe of how you seemed to just be able to make a masterpiece from thin air, he had taken a small nap in the afternoon sun. Could you blame him? It was warm and comfortable, and your rambling was like a sweet lullaby.

Though, finding you painting was rare. The easel, the canvas, the paints, it was simply too much to lug around to where you wanted to do so.

White Sun would tease him about his almost daily commitment to joining you on your artistic endeavours, he'd never tell her it was actually any task you were up to that he would stick around for, the older sister always asking when he'd bring you around again.

Myron was never too pleased to see his friend so sappy, but he thought you were a nice woman and would check in on you when Little Puma couldn't. And it certainly wasn't because you gave him baked goods if you had any. Definitely not.

Little Puma followed the treaded path at the edge of the tree line, keeping a keen eye out over the slightly hilly terrain. Soon, you come into view, obscured by the way the grass ebbs and flows in a Spring breeze. Though, it was certainly you, especially with the way your head was craned down to your lap and the skirt of your dress seemed to melt around you.

A series of leaped footsteps draw your attention as they get closer, eyes quickly landing on a bounding Little Puma. Though his legs were certainly long, he still had to wade through the grass to get to you. A grin stretches across your lips at the sight, his own expression one of almost childlike enjoyment as he closes in.

"You look like a fawn learning how to walk for the first time."

Your voice is slightly raised as a stronger gust of wind comes rushing past you both. His singular braid flipping from behind him to his shoulder and your own hair ruffles about, bringing a hand to push it back to see him clearly again. There's a quirk on one side of his lips, an amused smirk.

"You're going to get sunburnt if you keeping coming out here without a hat."

He passes off your comment, now coming to sit down on the ground next to you. The taller grass creates a sort of boundary around the two of you and everything feels more peaceful, like a little capsule for just you both. He plops down heavily, a dramatic groan leaving him. You only watch on with an incredulous and playfully judgemental look.

You roll your eyes sarcastically and look back at the half created drawing, pencil moving to sketch some defining lines.

"Speak for yourself, you never wear one."

You retort in a mumble, his presence looming beside you as he leans to watch over your shoulder as you work.

"It's not the same."

His voice holds a tone of disbelief and he shakes his head, steel earrings jingling right beside your ear. The sound like a twinkling bell. You furrow your brows for a moment before letting what he said lie to rest.

"I can feel you breathing on me."

You state with a small laugh, turning your head slightly to look over at him. He's closer than you had expected but he seems completely unbothered by the invasion of your personal space. He simply grins.

"I can't see otherwise."

He defends, shifting around like he's making a big circle over your shoulder and down the left side of your body with his face.

"You stink, where have you been?"

You poke, refusing to look up at the flash of concern that you know briefly crossed his face, as he leans back and brings the collar of his shirt to his nose. You let out a snort, unable to keep it in at the way he took it so genuinely.

"Don't even joke about that! Myron said the same thing when he saw me this morning."

He grumbles but a smile can be heard just from his voice.

"Well maybe you really do stink then."

You continue, abandoning your sketching to look at him fully again. Closing your sketchbook carefully. You take in the way he is looking at you now, like he had been silently admiring you for a moment. Sure, you two had a rather well known relationship, marriage something that seemed inevitable once you both got a slight bit older, but there was something about the way he'd gaze at you that still made your heart feel like it's about to leap into your throat.

His outstretched leg brushes yours in an almost intentional nudge. There's a sweet, barely there smile that rests on his lips, one he only offers to you. And without realising it, you mirror his expression.

"Who knew that the aloof Puma would turn out to be such a little romantic."

You tease, reaching out to pinch his cheek as he swats your hand away. He lets out a small 'ow' before giving you a faux displeased look. Your hands still reach for his face, now simply bothering him for your own entertainment as your laughs meld together and he tries to, albeit weakly, fight back.

You stop for a moment as he reclined onto his back in an attempt to escape your torment. You're leaned over him, his hand at some point having found your side and before he can even open his eyes to question your halt. You lean down softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back just as quickly. His eyes squinting up at you with a growing smile before leveraging his hand beside him to lean up and kiss you back. His lips are more firm, like he's sealing an unspoken promise.

When you part, he lays back comfortably again, guiding you down to lay beside him, pressed to his side and head resting between his chest and shoulder. He lets out a content breath through his nose, thumb brushing your side gently in a rhythmic movement. The sun now warms the two of you, the feeling coating your skin as you relax into him.

"I'll need to go back soon."

You murmur, hand softly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"I'll walk with you."

A warmth fills your chest. He always did and you were convinced he always would. You waited for him, drawing your free time away and he always came to you, looked at your creations almost as lovingly as he does at you.

Summary: When your relationship with Jackie Jackson goes sideways, His younger brother, Tito confesses in more ways than one.

Timeline: 1976

Word Count: 2866

Warning's: Public Sex, Fingering, Pussy eating, In the pool, p in v, unprotected p in v, cheating, M!lf Reader, cumming in panties, swearing

All Characters are adults.

A/n: i can't write smut and The world needs' more Tito, like come on guys, he is a ladies man.

The Californian heat beat down on your flesh, the cool water lapping gently around your waist, a stark contrast to the summer air. Beside you, your son floated, his tiny squeal’s filling your ears, as he attempted to swim.

He giggled, chubby hands grabbing onto a loc of your hair. “You want daddy baby?” you cooed, the babe giggled, and with a smile you climbed from the water. Your baby squealing once more as you left the pool. In the distance you heard Jackie curse, fresh off a game of basketball.

“Jackie” You called walking towards your lawful husband, your bare feet hitting the ground, leaving small fading footprints. Jackie turned towards you, his body rippling with sweat.

“What?” he sighed, his dominate hand was wrapped around the neck of a cold beer.

“Our baby wants you.” You stated, the fat chubby kid perched on your hip.

“I’m busy”

“No, you’re not—teach him how to play basketball or something Jackie” You stated again, a sigh left your body but the smile on your son’s face never left.

Jackie sighed again, grabbing the baby and setting him on the ground, “Let him grow up a bit—stop babying him.”

“He’s four!” You exclaimed.

“I’ll take him!” Latoya walked over, Taking the fat kid and dragging him over to her spot on the grass. You sighed once more, running two hands down my face.

Jackie turned around again, back facing you.

“Problem solved.”

“No Jackie! Not problem solved. He is your son! WE must raise him, not Latoya or your mother, us!”  Your voice got louder, and you pointed a finger at Jackie. He turned to you, wrapping one strong hand around your forearm and pulling you close. From across the yard, you felt Joesph’ eyes on you. The same accusatory frown plastered on his face.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he grunted, voice coming out rough and course, Jackie’s own eyes flickered to his father.

“This—” he gestured between you and him, “Was a mistake.”

You scoffed, a dry chuckle that filled the air. Yanking your arm free you trudged away from him heading into Janet and Latoya’s direction. As you inched closer Janet looked up, “Troubles in paradise?” she asked.

“Hell in paradise” you muttered sitting down beside her.

“Jackie means well, he just wants Joesph’s approval, that’s all.” Rebbie added as she sipped a soda.

You nodded, half disbelieving. With a small shake of your head, “I’m going to go cool off” you spoke, with a smile, you waved quickly to the girls and returned to the cool water of the pool. Dipping your body into the liquid once more, you sighed, heat disappearing from your sense’s.

“Regretting it yet?” Jermaine questioned, rising from the water beside you.

“huh?” You ask, confusion drawn over yourface.

“Choosing Jackie. I did say you were picking the wrong brother” Jermaine let out a smug chuckle.

“Your right—” you began, “I should have chosen Tito.”

Jermaine’s face fell, before he let out a disbelieving laugh. “You must be blind then baby. I’m open and ready, say the word and I’ll give you whatcha want.”

“Leave her alone Jermaine—lord knows what you’ve been sticking it in.”

It was Tito, he leaned against the pool beside you, afro dripping water every so often. His eye’s flickered to your face, and for a moment you held eye contact.

“Running along Jermaine. I’m too old for you.” You spoke turning back to look at Jermaine.

He huffed and began floating away, “Age is just a number Baby—I’ll be waiting.”

You laughed, shaking your head slightly.

“I’ll have to admit, he’s hopeful.” Tito chuckled beside you, he looked over at you once more, taking in glow on your face as you watched Latoya play with your baby.

“If only Jackie was that way” you mumbled, you sucked in a breath and looked at Tito.

“Jackie giving you trouble?” Tito asked, he tilted his head slightly, eyes dipping down and taking in your body.

“He’s giving me nothin—won’t acknowledge our son. Won’t touch me, it’s like” you sighed and gulped before continuing “It’s like he doesn’t want me anymore you know..” you rambled quietly, looking into Tito’ eyes as you spoke.

“Then he doesn’t know what he is missing- if you were my woman—”

The words struck you in the core, ‘my woman,’ a titled Jackie never used.

“I’d give you whatever, whenever. Hell, I’d be one lucky son of bitch if I had you.”

A blush rose on your cheeks, and you brushed a stray loc of hair from your face. “I’m sure you’ll find your one Tito.”

Tito looked away and licked his lips slightly, “I have found her, found her five years ago. But your married to dimwit of a brother.”

You froze, mouth falling agape slightly, and Tito eyes flickered to the basketball courts.

“it’s been you all along. Realised I was too late the second Jackie put his eyes on ya.”

He looked at you again, before over to the court’s where Jackie had previously been.

“Tito… I- I wish you told me.” You replied, you inched closer placing a hand on the bare skin of his arm. Tito looked at you, a confused frown now crossing his face.

“I liked you before I liked Jackie.” You mumbled, your eyes searched his face, looking over everything from his lips to the crease in his forehead.

“You did?”

You nodded.

Tito looked around for a moment, before placing a hand on your waist under the water and pulling you closer.

“Do you.. Do you still like me?” Tito asked once more.

With a glance at the water, you slid your own hand down Tito’s arm and let it rest above where his hand rested on your hips.

“I do.”

Tito gazed into your eyes. Before leaning forward slightly, “can I?”

“Please” you mumbled in response.

Tito leant forward and pressed your lips together in a chaste kiss, his own lips moving in coordination with yours before pulling away.

With shallow breaths you leant your head against Tito’s, shame and guilt settling within your chest at what you had done.

“I’m sorry”

“We shouldn’t”

You and Tito spoke at the same time, before lifting your eyes to look at each other.

“What are you sorry for Tito, I told you too?” you questioned.

“Because I don’t think I could ever just be your brother in-law after that.”

You gulped, “My relationship is already failing. What’s one kiss compared to the thousand Jackie’s probably given since our wedding.”

Tito bowed his head, guilt written all over his face.

“He has hasn’t he?”

Tito nodded.

“Then kiss me again. Like you mean it.” You said, spite settling in your chest.

Tito leant forward again, hand’s moving to the back of your head. He paused, just as the tips of your noses touched, mumbling, “Tell me you’ll leave him.”

“I will.”

“Say it properly.”

“I will leave Jackie.”

Tito let out a breath, seemingly satisfied with your answer. His lips found yours again, and his hands wandered your body underneath the water. “Please let me..” he begged in a quiet whisper as his hand rested on your thigh.

You nodded quickly; Jackie becoming an afterthought with each passing moment.

Tito’s hand slipped beneath your pink bathing suit, and his fingers began to toy with the puffy mound down there. You breathed out a sigh of relief; mind focused solely on his finger’s massaging your bud.

Your hand went back to his arm, as you bowed your head in quiet moans. Your manicured fingernail’s dug into Tito’s arm, leaving crescent moons in his smooth flesh.

“Shit Tito..” you mumbled out, the words rolling out in a smooth symphony.

“I got you.” He murmured in return, “Let go.”

With a groan, your orgasm hit, light but still sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Once Tito removed his hand from your swimsuit bottom’s, he helped you out of the pool.

“I’ll meet you in the Bathroom’s?” he mumbled into your ear.

You nodded, sparring a quick glance over to your son, who played with Janet, both unaware to the scandalous situation at hand.

You began the walk to house, wet footprints staining the concrete with every step.

“Y/n!” your name was thrown across the yard causing you to freeze.

When you turned, Randy was looking at you.

“What’s up?” you replied casually.

“We’re going to play pool volleyball soon. You going to join?” he asked.

“Maybe—Are you ready to lose?” you teased.

Randy scoffed turning back towards the water, “Jackson’s don’t lose.”

You turned back, rushing inside in hurried footsteps and beelining for the least used bathroom.

Behind you, the backdoor slammed.

With a shaky inhale, you entered the bathroom and shut the door. Leaning against the sink you ran a hand through your hair.

‘What the hell am I doing?” you thought, a knock echoed through the small space.

“Y/n?”

You turned and yanked the door open, coming face to face with the dripping chest of Tito. You looked up at him, expression unreadable.

“Regretting it yet?” Tito drawled.

“Never” you breathed out, your own hands came up to the side of his face and pulled his face down to yours. Planting your lips against his in a rough unity, your right hand came down to his shoulder and dragged him inside. Tito’s hand’s fumbled to shut the door, and he managed to lock it, all without separating from you.

You walked backwards till your back hit the towel rack, Tito grunted. Removing his right hand from your waist, he placed it on the towel rack and gave a hard yank.

You pulled away at the sound, a string of spit connecting your two mouths.

Tito dropped the metal to the floor and put his hand on the back of your ribcage. Once more connecting your lips. Your own hands left his face and ran down his body, the toned flesh prickling under your touch.

Tito moved quickly, tugging on the strings keeping the top to bikini and pulling it off your body. He separated from you once more and sucked in heavy breaths. Tito’s eye’s travelled down the skin on your chest, hands coming up to fondle the mounds with a surprising softness, “so pretty..” he mumbled.

His thumbs came to rest on your nipples, squeezing and pinching with the help of his pointer finger. “Oh. Oh my god” you breathed out, you titled your head back exposing the glowy skin of your neck.

Tito leaned forward placing gently kisses on the skin, travelling down through the valley between your breasts and eventually to your navel piercing. He kissed around it tenderly before mumbling, “I didn’t know you had this.”

“Jackie doesn’t even know.”

Tito froze, “forget Jackie—Divorce him, your too good for him. I’m going to treat you better.” Tito voice went into a gravelly whisper before he began kissing the flesh on your belly again. His lips began moving down till he reached the waistline of your bikini bottoms.

His eye’s peered to you, kissing your lips through the soaked cloth. Slowly he pulled them down and helped you step out from them.

“So pretty” he mumbled pressing soft kiss’ to your mound.

“Tito please..” you begged.

“I’m taking my time baby—who knows how long till that idiot is out of the picture.” He mumbled, his fingers came up and spread the lips softly, as he looked over your pussy like it was a multimillion-dollar artwork.

“Fuck—I don’t care about Jackie.” You grunted

Tito chuckled before licking, tongue dipping between your folds and sucking up your previous orgasm.

You moaned, clenching your eyes shut and hand coming to clutch Tito’s thick hair. Tito lapped at your bud, sucking and letting out kitten licks every so often. His big hands held onto your ass and once of your own legs had come to rest on his shoulder, wrapped in the bliss of the moment.

With a strangled cry you hit your peak for the second time that day, this time it ran down Tito’s chin and dribbled down hitting the marble floor.

He ran the back of his hand across his mouth and pulled your leg off his shoulder.

“Tito I swear if you do—” you began but he silenced you with a kiss.

“Jump” he mumbled, you jumped, instinctively wrapping your legs around waist.

Tito connected his lips to your once more, hands resting supportively on the curve of your ass. Your tongues danced together, the muscles overlapping and combining your saliva in a wet pool. Tito’s right hand slipped from your ass and fell to the waistband of his swim trunks, he tugged slightly, shimming them down his hips and to his ankles.

Tito grabbed the base of his cock as you watched his hand’s, he rubbed it gently through your wet and puffy fold’s before settling it just at the opening of your hole.

“Can I—”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me.” You demanded, Tito held eye contact for a moment before a smirk grew on his face and he lowered your hips onto him slightly.

Once the head began to invade your spongy walls you let out a load moan, releasing a large breath and clenching your eyes.

“Oh my god..” you whispered.

Tito pushed more, pushing his cock in inch by inch, groaning as your spongy walls welcomed his length.

You moaned, eyes clenching shut and lips quivering.

“God. Your so—mm big” you slurred, brain already cock drunk.

Tito shuddered, his sweaty body sticking against yours as you began to crumble.

His cock began moving in and out of your spongy walls, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Tito began to speed up, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust.

“Good girl..” he muttered against your jaw, “you can take it.”

You clenched your eye’s, grabbing onto the thick muscle of his back, clawing red marks down.

“Careful sweets” Tito growled again, “can’t let your husband know can we?”

You slurred a no, biting down onto Tito’s thick shoulder to keep quiet. Drawing your mouth away from his flesh you slurred, “I’m gon—shit. I’m—cumming.”

Your orgasm crashed over you, coating his cock in a white milky layer. Your legs began to shake and convulse, as your body clawed to get away from Tito.

“too much—oh my!” you moaned around, feeling Tito’s own thick ropes of white spill into you.

“Your next gon be mine? Yea? You’d like that” he muttered, hips convulsing and letting out soft thrusts.

 Tito slipped his cock from you, letting it fall limp against his thigh and gently he placed your back. Your leg’s shook as you leaned against him.

“You good?” he asked, you nodded, small and certain.

Tito guided you to the toilet seat, before wetting the handtowel and swiping it between your legs. The cold sensation caused you to jolt and sent sparks up your heated body.

With careful hand’s he began to retie the strings of your bikini top all while peppering soft kisses on your shoulder’s. He pulled your bikini bottom’s up, warm, and rough hands gliding along the inside of your thigh, all before pulling up his own swim trunks.

“Thank you” you mumbled, guilt didn’t settle in you.

“You gonna leave him?” Tito asked quietly.

You nodded, “We can share custody of the kid but theres no love between us, not anymore.”

“Good. You can be my woman when the divorce is settled.”

You giggled, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips.

“You should fix the towel rack.” You mumbled against him.

Tito chuckled, picking up the metal from the floor and snapping it back into place on the wall. You stood, pushing sweaty hair from your face.

Tito turned back to you and slipped his hands around your waist, “I’ve wanted that for years.” He mumbled; his hands fumbled and slipped your panties down your legs slightly.

His other hand came to free his cock once more, and he began pumping it.

“Got to make sure your mine” he muttered again, your own hand came down to meet Tito’s taking charge of the motion’s.

He sighed, goosebumps running up his body at the overstimulation.

“I’m—fuck” he mumbled again, another load of white shot onto the fabric of your swimwear. He shuddered, stuffing his cock back into his swim trunks and pulling your own panties up.

With one final kiss, you separated his body from yours and slipped out the bathroom door.

You stood there for a moment, mind replaying watch you had just done, to Jackie, to your family.

But another part of you enjoyed it, Tito made you feel loved, wanted.

A knock erupted against the door, scaring you from your trance.

“Y/n?” Latoya called through the wood.

“Yea?” you opened the door and looked at her, seemingly composed.

“You coming back?”

You nodded walking out and back into the yard beside her. As you gained a spot on the grass with your son, Tito watched from across the yard.

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summary: this post

notes: now i wanna see how my mutuals would write this bc i think yall would eat this up ( pls do it guys ) and i lowk half-assed this bc it was on my mind so much

“NO! I CAN’T!” you screamed, collapsing onto the floor as your bouquet tumbled from your hands, your breathing came in short, frantic gasps as tears blurred your vision

your bridesmaids rushed toward you in a panic

“y/n, honey, please,” Nana pleaded, dropping to her knees beside you, she gently dabbed at your tear-streaked cheeks with a napkin, trying desperately to calm you down “everything’s okay, just breathe”

“IT’S NOT OKAY!” you cried, shaking your head violently

your shaking hands shot behind your back, desperately clawing at the zipper of your wedding gown

“GET THIS DAMN DRESS OFF OF ME! I DON’T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE!”

“take it off!” you cried hysterically “take this fucking dress off me! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

the zipper refused to budge as your fingers fumbled in desperation

“Get it off!” you screamed again, tears blurring your vision. “please! somebody help me!”

“y/n! stop!” one of the girls gasped, grabbing your wrists before you could rip the fabric.

you fought against their hands, sobs wracking your body.

“i can’t marry him… i can’t…i can’t…”

“Y/N!” Rach exclaimed, kneeling directly in front of you, she cupped your trembling hands tightly in her. “look at me”

your eyes refused to meet hers

“y/n.”

nothing. just gasping, pathetic hitches of breath...

“LOOK AT ME, Y/N!”

you finally lifted your tear-filled eyes, your mascara running down your cheeks

“what is going on?” Rach asked softly, searching your face. “talk to us”

your bottom lip quivered as another loud sob escaped your chest “i can’t!” you wailed “i can’t do this!”

“y/n sweetheart, breathe,” Nana whispered, as she continued to gently wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks “everything’s going to be okay” “no!” you cried, violently shaking your head. “it’s not okay! none of this is okay!”

“please just take this fucking dress off me! I don’t want to wear it anymore!” “Y/N STOP” Rach said, snatching your from the dress once again

“i don’t want to marry him!” you sobbed

the room went still

“I don’t love Ethan!” you cried, your voice echoing through the bridal suite “I never loved Ethan!”

Nana exchanged a worried glance with Rach

“sweetheart…”

“i’m only doing this because my parents want me to!” you shouted, tears pouring uncontrollably “because he’s rich! because he’ll make the family look good! that’s all they’ve ever cared about!”

your shoulders shook as another sob escaped your lips “but I can’t do it…”

you buried your face in your hands “i can’t spend the rest of my life pretending”

Rach knelt directly in front of you and gently pulled your hands away from your face “then tell us who you do love”

your lip quivered “Michael!” you cried “i love Michael!”

“oh shit..” Nana whispered as a her hand came up to cover her mouth

“i’ve always loved Michael!” you sobbed. “every time i close my eyes, i see him and—and very time i imagine my future… it’s him standing at the end of the aisle. not Ethan!”

you doubled over, your body shaking with grief “i was supposed to marry Michael,” you whispered through broken sobs. “he’s the one i want! he’s the one i’ve always wanted”

the room was silent except for your cries

you stood at the altar beside Ethan, your bouquet trembling in your hands.

the minister smiled warmly “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Ethan Caldwell and y/n…”

his words blurred into nothing, you couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of your own heart, you kept your eyes glued to the floor, refusing to look at the man waiting beside you

this was it…one more “i do,” and your life would never be yours again.

the minister turned toward Ethan

“ethan, do you take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward?”

“I do,” Ethan answered confidently

a chorus of soft “awws” echoed throughout the church

the minister nodded before turning to you

“and do you, y/n take Ethan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward?”

you looked towards your family, then at the minister and then to Ethan “uhm…”

the massive wooden doors at the back of the cathedral slammed open with a deafening bang

every head snapped toward the entrance

standing there, chest heaving, tie hanging loose around his neck, was Michael.

his curls were damp with sweat as if he’d run every mile to get there

“Michael..?” you watched him start to slowly walk down the isle towards you

“I’ve tried to stay away and i’ve tried to convince myself you’d be happier without me, i even told myself that if you married somebody else… i’d eventually get over it”

he shook his head

“i lied…i can’t lose you”

your heart pounded against your chest.

“i know your parents don’t want me”

he glanced briefly toward them before looking back at you

“and i know Ethan can probably give you everything money can buy”

his eyes softened

“but nobody…” he placed a hand over his heart “…is ever going to love you the way I do”

he looked up at you and reached his hand out

“y/n i love you and if you’ll have l me i want you to be my wife” he started as male family members began to crowd around him and build a wall in front of him

“what the hell are you doing!” Ethan yelled “please i love her!” Michael pleaded

“gone! get out of here!” your mouth shouted from her front row seat

your uncles and cousins began to push him back “will you have me Michael as your lawfully wadded husband from this day forward to have and to hold for richer and for poorer! PLEASE BABY PLEASE!”

“I DO I DO” you screamed, dropping your bouquet and walking towards him

“WAIT SHE SAID I DO” your mother yelled “TO WHO?!” the minister replied

you looked back at Ethan and dropped his hand “Ethan i’m sorry..i can’t do this”

you ran towards Michael and jumped into his arms, he lifted you up and spun you around

“IS ANYONE GETTING MARRIED TODAY!” the minister yelled throwing his hands in the air

“US!” Michael replied running back down the isle with you, pushing Ethan out the way

“by the power invested in a i pronounce you y/n and Michael husband and wife you may ki—”

Michael dipped you and immediately kissed you

you stood up and ran out the building hand in hand

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Summary: Jujutsu Kaisen men as your first in bed, all characters are aged up over 18!

Warnings: (Satoru Gojo: little OOC, smut with no plot, fluff (after care), biting, licking, breast play, condensation praise, finger play, mention of  round two), (Suguru Geto: little OOC, smut with no plot, riding, mention of ovulation, nail raking, gasping, guiding, impaling, hip buckles, finger play, mention of more than two rounds), (Kento Nanami: little OOC, smut with no plot, use of pillow, pressing down, sweet-talk, nails digging, ), (Kamo Choso: little OOC, smut with no plot, eating P!, ma talk), (Itadori Yuji: little OOC, smut with no plot, praise, mommy kink, safeword, roaming hands), (Fushiguro Megumi: little OOC, smut with no plot, finger play, kisses reassurance, grunting, groaning, kissing peppering, finger play), (Okkostu Yuta: little OCC, smut with no plot, pillow play, fold spreading, licking, hickeys, aftercare mention, slow burn sex MAYBE)

Satoru Gojo

: ̗̀➛ Gojo is a good choice to be your first. He praises you, notices when he is pushing you too hard.

: ̗̀➛ Your first position with Gojo would be missionary, doggy style for a second round. But, before all of that he would be overestimating you with his fingers making sure you are already dripping for him.

: ̗̀➛ He would make sure you get the full experience for your fist, squeezing just right on your breast, biting down on them and licking them. He would also make sure to move up and down to do the same actions on your necks. He would ‘accidentally’ leave dark marks. Claim it was a ‘heat of a moment’ with a smug look on his face as his lips press down on yours.

: ̗̀➛Gojo would also be praising you like CRAZY. “You’re doing so good,” or “There it is, keep making those faces at me,” and, “This is where you’re weak, right?”

: ̗̀➛ He’d want at least two rounds, the first was a nice warm-up. The second would be just to let you know he would want you all over again and again.

Suguru Geto

: ̗̀➛ You’re already drooling all over your thighs for him. Ovulation? Probably.

: ̗̀➛ Geto spreads your thighs out on top of him, he allows you to sink down on him. It’s slow as his dick impales your tight hole. He’s grinning as you don’t move an inch once he is fully swallowed inside you. He buckles his hips up making you let out an ungodly gasp.

: ̗̀➛ Your nails are raking down his abs, hair stuck on your sticky sweat filled neck. It hasn’t even started yet. Not only did he make you be on top first, just seconds ago his fingers were plunged into you. Stretching you wide and ready for him. He admits that you are addicting.

: ̗̀➛ His hands rest on your hips as he guides you up and down his wood. Slow and steady at first before slowly picking up the pace.

: ̗̀➛ Geto would do more than 2 rounds MAX. Just to let you know this won’t be the first and last time you feel like this. 

Kento Nanami

: ̗̀➛ “Where do you feel me, baby?” are the first words Nanami says once he is fully inside you. Your nails are deep in his shoulder blades, head tilted straight back. His hand moves over where he thinks you’d feel him, right over your womb.

: ̗̀➛ Your hips buck against his, he slowly picks up the pace as his large hands press with just the right amount of pressure. You swear a tear ran down your cheek. He is making sure you feel everything.

: ̗̀➛ Nanami wouldn’t rush into it, wouldn’t pound deep into you. He’s making love, not proving a point. He’d make sure you are enjoying it by watching your face, listening to your whimpers and how you tighten around him.

: ̗̀➛ Each thrust is agonisingly slow, he doesn’t want to over do it.

: ̗̀➛ Surprisingly, his tie is till be on. It dances across your breast over your hardened nipples as it collects your sweat on to it. If only it was tied around your neck…

Kamo Choso

: ̗̀➛ Choso desperately wants to taste you first. Get you all soaked with his tongue for your first time, get you loose and needy by his tongue.

: ̗̀➛ You’re dancing around on his tongue as it slips inside you very easily, your thighs are soaked with your own juices. He is whimpering under you as his hands are keeping your hips still, your hands are tugging at his dark locks. 

: ̗̀➛ “That’s it ma,” He’ll whisper against your core. “Feels right, doesn’t it?”

: ̗̀➛ He’s overly sweet with his tongue. Keeping eye contact with you because you just can’t keep your eyes off his enjoyment.

: ̗̀➛ If theres anything he can manipulate it’ll be the position he’d choose to have you in by the end of this.

Itadori Yuji

: ̗̀➛ Yuji would definitely have a safe word. It’d be an easy word to remember, one syllable.

: ̗̀➛ He’d pressed his clothed heat on your core, allowing you to feel everything you do to him. His face is buried in your neck and he breathes in your exhilarating scent. He’s drunk off you.

: ̗̀➛Yuji would take it slow, he’d rub the tip in as he watches each facial expression you make. He’s kissing your neck as he pushes in, half-way at first. “Is this okay, mommy?” and, “say the word if it hurts too much…”

: ̗̀➛His hands stay at your hips, roaming every inch of you. Over your breast, your stomach and he slightly lifts your hips up to give you the full free.

: ̗̀➛His build is hovered over you, her head is tilted back as he unknowingly overstimulates you in the best way possible.

Fushiguro Megumi

: ̗̀➛ To be Megumi’s first you would have to be his girlfriend, however that ends up to be so.

: ̗̀➛ Missionary at first, Megumi would want to look at your face. Observe any sign of regret, pain and what he is doing to make you feel good.

: ̗̀➛ He’d rub his middle finger up and down your core, something that he read or just doing it on instinct. Megumi would lowkey be clueless of what he is doing, hence why he is focusing on your face. His phone on do-not-disturb, probably being blown up by Yuji, as he pleases his girlfriend.

: ̗̀➛ He’d pepper light reassurance kisses all over your face, especially your neck.

: ̗̀➛ He won’t necessarily praise you however, Megumi would whimper, grunt and murmur some audible words right in the crook of your neck. It could be your name or something else entirely. Okkotsu Yuta

: ̗̀➛ Yuta would make sure he satisfies you before himself. This would be by coming across your sweet spot and staying right there with each thrust he took.

: ̗̀➛ Before all that, he would spread out your folds with his thumbs and he drools at the site of your juices. Yuta would slick a finger up your heat and lick it off his finger. His eyes rolling back at the taste of you, ensuring that you are sure before he goes any further.

: ̗̀➛ He’s careful, gliding his head up and down your core before slowly pushing in. “You okay, ma? Tell me if it hurts….”

: ̗̀➛ Your nails glide up his shoulder blades and you find his hair as his head buries in the crook of your neck. He unintentionally leaves DARK marks all over your neck and shoulder. Leaving everyone to know who exactly stole your card.

: ̗̀➛ He’d be the best at aftercare as well. NOTE: Requests are open! Feel free to request characters and themes <3

House of the Dragon: Addam of Hull x Targaryen!reader

Rating: Mature (MDNI)

WC: 3.3k

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Tags/Warnings: Way more plot than porn, angst, grief, romance, oral, sex, bathing, soft times, comfort, reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and heir (and she loves those brown-eyed, dark-haired men like her mama), no use of y/n, no physical description of reader given, no beta we die like Jace :(

 A/n: I just love Addam so much. He's the embodiment of a perfect knight to me. Bonus if points if you know what TV show this song came from. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated. My asks are always open.

Summary: After Jace's death, Addam comforts you and helps you heal.

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