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It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding so I'm voting for this taking place after the wedding. He's a rough man but understands you have a lot of delicate jewelry to remove and don't want your beautiful, expensive dress ripped.
So he waits until you're ready. But don't take too long. He gave you ten minutes, and he's watching the time. The second those ten minutes are up, he's pouncing.
It's a sensual show for Curtis anyway, watching you take off the jewelry, the veil - it's a preparation for giving yourself to him fully and the prospect of it gets him hard.
Your breath hitches when you meet his gaze in the mirror as you reach to unlace the dress.
You pause, fingers trembling as you look into those hungry blue eyes.
He wants you. Curtis never hid that. Never pushed aside physical contact, despite his traditional approach to full wedding consummation. It won't just be a duty for him, but a need he's been building for months.
There's power in that, even if in the end he holds all of it. He decided to take you as wife, so it was time to start acting like one.
Slowly, you stand up from the vanity. You walk over to where he's seated, ankle hooked over one knee.
You hold his gaze without shyness. When you reach him, you turn your back to him.
"Undress me," your demand is a soft whisper, but not a hesitant one.
SUMMARY: You’ve fallen for your dad’s best friend and captain from the army, Syverson, and you’ve gone to meet up with him with plenty of intentions.
CONTENT: Secret relationship, smut (oral fem rec, fingering, PinV, slight nipple play, multiple rounds), pet names but no use of Y/N.
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Stealth mission
Sure, your dad had been young when he had you, meaning there isn’t that huge an age gap between you compared to him and his friends. At least, that’s what you try to convince yourself as you feel Syverson’s rough hands push your knees apart.
You’re a grown woman, capable of making your own decisions and accepting the consequences, you silently insist as you feel the bristly beard against the skin of your inner thighs.
Dad would want you to be with someone who could keep you safe and...
The rest of the thought disappears with your sigh as Syverson licks a broad stripe along your already soaking slit.
“Damn, that’s delicious,” he groans against your puffy folds. “Gonna eat you up.”
Bullying your legs further apart, he gets comfortable on the bed with his face at your cunt. He alternates between the broad licks and more pointed playing with your clit and it’s making your back arch each time he flicks your pearl or suckles on it.
You’d been turned on before the bedroom door closed behind the two of you but now your body is on fire with need.
“Please,” you whimper.
For a moment he lifts his face up so you can see your juices glistening in his beard. “Just enjoy it, sweetie. We got all night for once.”
And it’s true. Normally you’d have had to steal kisses and touches when your dad or the other army buddies weren’t looking...but this time you’ve come to his home, surprising him with pizzas, a six-pack of beer, and a cute dress that was so close to being see-through that he’d worked up a different appetite real fast (the food and drinks were abandoned on the kitchen counter, still).
So instead Sy is eating you out. Expertly. Loudly. Slurps and squishy sounds fill the room, making you almost embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that it feels so damn good.
Syverson’s still partially dressed – the t-shirt has been abandoned and his trousers are open to give some room but that’s it. Lying on his stomach between your legs, he’s grinding the erection into the bed with slow rolls of his hips.
Then, as he latches on to suckle on your clit, he swipes a finger through your folds, finding the entrance and slowly pushing in before curling the digit.
“Fuck!”
He’s hit the right spot in the first try, making your body jolt at the intensity. Rubbing back and forth over the area, he brings you right to the edge.
“S-so...fuck...gonna cum!” you whimper.
“Mhmm,” Sy hum in a way that means that he’s very much counting on it.
He slips in another finger as his tongue circles your bud, making you feel so full. Scrabbling, you fist the sheets as your orgasm comes crashing through you.
But Sy doesn’t relent, he keeps eating you out while his fingers scissor your pulsating cunt open and your high extends until your addled brain considers pushing him away. Then, and not before, does he ease up, pushing onto his knees and pulling his trousers and boxers down to reveal his straining cock. He smears the juices he has on his fingers onto it as he shuffles close enough to rub the angry-purple, mushroomy tip through your folds.
“Gonna be a tight fit, buttercup,” he warns you.
But you want it. You’ve barely eased out of your orgasm and already you’re hungering for more.
“I’ll try to relax for you,” you promise, making him laugh silently.
The moment he begins to push in, you forget the promise. He’s so big!
“Fuck,” he groans, face screwed up, “so tight.”
In and out, slow and steady he works his cock deep into you until he’s bottomed out. But he doesn’t pause then, just ups the pace as he searches for just the right angle to get you moaning so prettily. There. You might try to keep it quiet at first, but quickly he’s wound you so tight that you forget about keeping the volume down, too lost in the feeling of Sy fucking your brains out.
Reaching down, he brushes your breast with his fingertips. Your nipple is sensitive, peaked just begging for him to curl around you so he can reach with his mouth. And somehow he keeps the rhythm, thrusting into you so when he suddenly pinches your nipple, you’re done for.
Cumming with a cry, your vision goes blurry but you are painfully aware of how he pulls out of you and something warm lands in spurts on your abdomen.
“Fuck, too good,” you hear Sy pant.
A moment passes – you’re not sure how long, but Syverson leaves and comes back with a damp cloth to wipe your belly – before you can think just adequately enough to realize that you’ll want more. Reaching for his hand, you’re happy that he takes it and allows you to pull him down to you.
“Next time,” you mumble, still caught partially in a haze, “don’t pull out.”
“Don’t wanna knock you up before you’re mine for real.”
Turning to look at him, you see how serious he looks. He means it. All of it.
“IUD...is all good.”
“Then you got yourself a deal, buttercup. Just give me ten...” Leaning down, he kisses you gently at first but the tenderness melts away and soon he’s all over you and you can feel his cock harden against your thigh. “Screw that,” he mumbles against your skin, “waiting’s over.”
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May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).
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SUMMARY: Sukuna has to make sure you know who you belong to.
CONTENT: Jealousy, slight bratting, smut (PinV, cuddle sit, mating press).
A/N: As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
It’s fine
Sukuna saw the way she smiled to them all. And it was fine...as long as he made her smile the biggest. Heard her laugh, pretty and clear, at a joke from Satoru or whoever it might have been. It was fine...as long as he made her laugh too. His skin prickled and his hand itched when someone put a palm on her arm, but it was fine as long as he was the one who got to wrap his hold around her waist.
It was fine. It was fine it was fine it was fine!
“’Kuna!”
Now that sound is for his ears only. The broken cry that he pushes from her as he bullies his cock deep into her pussy.
She’s so close and it’s not the first time tonight...he hadn’t been able to wait till they made it home from the party but the quickie in the Choso’s guestroom was not enough. Now, in their home, he’s making sure she’s loud, pulling moans and whimpers from her as he marks her body in all the ways he can.
“Tell me,” Sukuna asks as he pulls her into his lap, still speared on his cock, “tell me who you belong to.”
She blinks blearily but manages to meet his gaze, a lazy smile tugging at that kiss-swollen mouth.
“You jealous?” She demands instead, knowing the answer damn well.
Trapping her arms behind her back with one hand so her breasts are pressing against him, Sukuna uses the control to press the other hand between their bodies, finding her clit. Fuck, he loves how she reacts when he begins to circle her pearl: her cunt tightens around him as if wanting to suck him in deeper, her breath stutters, some of that smugness is wiped from her face.
“Wanna try again, honey?” he drawls, rubbing her methodically.
A soft, breathy giggle escapes her. “Heh, gonna fuck me into submission?”
A growl escapes him. “Damn straight, I am! Gonna show you who’s the best for you!”
Pushing her back onto the bed, it takes no time to get her into a mating press, Sukuna’s thick cock pushing yet another moan from her. His balls are slapping into her juices that are smeared everywhere, his pubic bone grinding against her clit with each roll of his hips. His fingers are digging into her thighs, creating dimples in the plush that he wish he could kiss.
“’Ku-Kuna...”
Her warning has him looking at her face, reading every single expression there. She’s close.
And still she finds it in her to speak: “’S that...is that...all you got?”
“Brat!” And fuck he loves this brat. “Gonna teach you!”
Somehow, he finds it in him to up the pace, each thrust angled to rub along that spot that makes her whimper and arch her back. Each time he bottoms out, her eyes roll back in her head until they stay there as her body seizes with the explosion of her orgasm.
“Who do you belong to?” Sukuna grinds out again.
“You! God, you!”
He had planned to torment her by extending the orgasm or by making her cum again and again...but as her cunt flutters around his cock, it feels so good that he can’t hold back.
Cumming with a shout, he pushes as deep as he can into her heat, painting it all white with his load. For a second, he can’t see but as his vision returns it’s to see her smiling back up at him.
“Mine,” she purrs, reaching up to stroke his jaw.
“Mine,” he echoes.
She allows him access between her thighs and in her arms, cradling him as they both calm down. And it’s fine.
SUMMARY: You’ve had a fight with Kento. Not for the first time and probably not for the last either. But you always make up.
CONTENT: Post-fight, making up, forgiving, feels, smut (oral fem rec, P in V).
A/N: This is to apologize to @maladaptive-ninja-returns for the behaviour of Nanami in the final instalment for #JuneJukeboxScribbles. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
Apology
“Honey...can we talk?” Kento’s voice is soft and laden with worry. As it should be.
You don’t answer. Don’t turn as you’re lying on the bed with the back to the door. You can feel the bed dip behind you, then his arm warps tentatively around your waist, pulling you closer just as much as he leans against you, his chest warm against your back.
“Please...I don’t like when we fight,” Kento whispers against your neck.
His breath is hot against your skin and it kind of feels like it tries to melt your icy heart. But still, you don’t speak.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be,” you mumble finally.
Kento sighs, tugging you closer to him and you can feel his heartbeat through your back. Strong. Calming. A part of you softens and you lean into his embrace with a little sigh.
Lips graze your neck, a bit hesitantly at first but then more boldly as you gently tilt your head to give him better access.
“Will you forgive me, darling?”
“Mmmmmaybe...”
You lace your fingers with his where his hand rests on your ribs, shifting his hand to your breast. He gets the hint and gently kneads the supple form while he begins to kiss you in earnest anywhere you can reach. As Kento presses his love into your skin, your anger melts away and eventually you start to turn so your lips can meet. Deep kisses. Drinking each others’ breaths and apologies.
Your heart begins to race, sending a throbbing heat to your core.
“More.”
Shifting to lie on you, most of his weight suspended on his arms, Kento begins to kiss his way to the hem of your shirt before trying to push it up. You have to help him, but soon you’re bared for him, desperately working on his clothes – but he keeps batting away your hands until he grabs your wrists, allowing him the liberty to shoulder your legs apart and plant a kiss on your cunt.
Need shoots through you, making you gasp and tilt your pelvis to help him have better access. Maybe as a reward for your cooperation, maybe because he simply can’t hold back, he licks a broad stripe through your folds.
“Kento!”
“I got you, darling.”
He does. Lapping at you, he brings you to a point where your legs are trembling and toes are curling. Twisting your hands in his grasp, your fingers dig into him as you tumble over the edge.
It’s a blur as he retreats for a moment, shoving down his pants and tugging off the shirt that has been hanging loose from his shoulders. Then he’s crawling up your body, kissing as he goes until you get to taste yourself on his lips. And as he kisses you deeply, he presses into your heat.
The stretch is filling. Sweet. Your wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer so Kento only has room to roll his hips, nudging at a sensitive spot inside you.
“Forgive me?” he asks between kisses, voice strained.
You nod. “Of course.”
Kento’s is rutting deeply into you. You can feel his mouth curl into a smile against yours.
“Thank you. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
You give him a bit more room to move and he grabs the opportunity to up the pace despite almost pulling out before each time he slams his cock in. The delight you had experienced earlier is building up again and you know it won’t be long before you cum. Clenching with your cunt on purpose around him, you’re clawing at his shoulders. His name is like a prayer on your lips, matching in the rhythm with his thrusts.
“Come on, my love,” Kento gasps, “let go.”
“I...it....fuck!”
The world falls away as you cum, back arching partially off the bed as pleasure pulses through you. You barely register that his hips stutter, thrusts getting sloppy as he joins you...but you feel moments later when he collapses partially on you, gasping for air.
And you feel sated and whole. The resentment that had festered in you is gone.
A/N: For the 30th and final jukebox day, we have the prompt Don’t Speak – No Doubt / “I know what you're thinkin'”.
Look. I had thought we’d end the month on a high note but this song? Yeah, you asked for it. Wallow in grief with me for a bit, why don’t you.
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Say something
Kento’s distant. Has been for a long time. Even now, as he slowly rolls his hips to rut into your heat. Your bodies move on muscle memory, habits that hit the right spots not from passion but in a detached, mechanical way that has your heart breaking at the same time as your pussy is clenching around his cock.
Maybe...maybe if you make him feel good, then he’ll come back to you.
So you arch your back, mewl his name as you help him to get you off. Your own fingers on your clit as he thrusts deep. Eyes closed.
He cums. Hips rocking slowly through his high until Kento stills momentarily before pulling out. Leaving you behind in bed as he goes to clean himself off.
As you join him in the bathroom, legs still jellied from the orgasm, he leaves for the kitchen to get something cold to drink. When you join him there, reaching for him before stopping yourself, he leaves for the office, and you hear him turn on the PC even if it’s late.
You linger in the hallway, watching him check his socials before choosing a game to play.
“Babe -” you start.
He doesn’t even look as he answers. “Not feeling tired. You go to bed...I’ll be there soon.”
It takes two hours before he joins you, right away turning his back to you.
“Kento...I know what you’re thinking...”
That makes him turn partway. “Do you?”
“You want to end it. Right?”
There’s a moment. Then a sigh. “Yeah...just haven’t figured out how to do it gently.”
You’re surprised your heart doesn’t break. Instead, it’s...a relief. Like a weight has been taken off your chest and you can breathe again.
“I’ll help you find a new place to stay,” he offers tamely. “But try to get some rest for now.”
“Okay...I -” you have to stop yourself. It’s habit to tell him you love him when you go to sleep but...the truth of that died a while ago and it feels right not to tell him now. “Goodnight.”
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School assignment was about playing with the formatting of text while writing so I did what I always do and made it about living with anxiety and depression baybeeeeeeee
Anyway now I have something to show people who are blessed enough to not deal with this and maybe they’ll get it!!!!
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