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I update my high fantasy D&D campaign “I see fire” as I get the notes from the sessions transcribed - see further below for masterlist on that. It can be read even if you don’t play the game or any other TTRPGs so check it out!
Other than that, it’ll be very sporadic what I post and hugely dependant on feedback because I’ve run tired posting things and feeling like I’m screaming into a void.
Here’s my most recent things:
It's fine *
Jujutsu Kaisen AU. Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader. Sukuna has to make sure you know who you belong to.
Apology *
Jujutsu Kaisen. Nanami Kento x fem!reader. You’ve had a fight with Kento. Not for the first time and probably not for the last either. But you always make up.
Tari’s June Jukebox Scribbles Masterlist
A bunch of drabbles written throughout the month of June - thanks to a wonderful challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles: June Jukebox Scribbles.
MCU Masterlist
Featuring Bucky, Heimdal, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, N’Jadaka, Sam Wilson, Shuri, Steve, T’Challa, Thor, Tony Stark, and Wanda. Placed Wolverine/Logan Howlett, Deadpool, and Eddie Brock / Venom on here too!
Anime Masterlist
Currently including fics for the fandoms of: Fireforce, Gachiakuta, Haikyuu, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, a few Spy x Family, and a bit for Arcane.
Nightingale (featuring Hatake Kakashi) is unfortunately on an indefinite hiatus due to lack of interest/interaction.
Fantasy Masterlist
LotR, The Witcher, Mollymauk from CR’s 2nd campaign, and a single Lovecraftian monster. “Fantasy” refers to canon and not necessarily to the fics’ settings themselves.
Supernatural Masterlist
A single series (RiP, link to AO3) and some various one-shots both smutty and platonic and with and without reader insert.
Others Masterlist
A masterlist with characters that didn’t fit the other chategories. It’s growing! At the moment, you can find Curtis Everett, Clark Kent, Jake Jensen, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, and a single Syverson here along with a Project Hail Mary fic.
Challenges and celebrations!
Wonderful contributions by people who have decided to partake in the 1k follower celebration challenge as well as the masterlists for the challenges I’ve participated in!
Original Fiction Masterlist
A masterlist of both short stories and a series (as mentioned above). I really hope you’ll check it out and if you do please share it with others - it’s frightening to leave the safety of fanfiction but I’m quite proud of these works!
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SUMMARY: Logan’s roaming and finds someone peculiar.
CONTENT: Nothing bad but a bit of prejudice/fear, mutual understanding, mutant powers, beginning of a crush.
A/N: The 28th of Jukebox brings us the prompt Northern Attitude – Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”.
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The place doesn’t have a name – it’s just a few scattered houses, a gas station, and a sad-looking bar that rents out three rooms to truckers and other travellers like Logan. It’s in the middle of fucking nowhere near the Rockies and even so, the moment he steps in, the place goes quiet.
They know him.
Trudging to the bar, he slides onto a stool while nodding to the older-looking man a bit to the left, only earning a scoff and an eye-roll.
“Never mind them,” a cheerful voice steals Logan’s attention, “they ain’t mean.”
The bartender’s surprisingly young compared to the place. Maybe it’s a family business and she’s working during a break from uni or something. Now she’s holding up a beer, silently questioning if that’s what he wants. It is.
“D’you have any grub?” he asks.
“Not much but some, sure,” she smiles.
The guy that had scoffed leans in from the side. “Better not get too friendly. He’s gonna mosey on soon enough.”
Annoyance, frustration, tiredness. It all roils inside Logan for a moment but he keeps quiet, knowing it won’t be any good to pick a fight.
But the bartender rolls her eyes. “Ease up, Jack. If I leave, I leave of my own will and not because of some hot-shot rolling through.”
Logan arches an eyebrow as the guy continues: “We need you here.” Seems a bit over the top to the newcomer.
She sends Jack a sharp look before going to busy herself with preparing the food for Logan. Logan, whose mind is working overtime until he decides to test his hypothesis when she puts the plate before him.
“Stop me if I get too close,” he grumbles, picking up the sandwich, “but you’re like me, aren’t ya?”
The entire bar goes impossibly still but the girl just smiles softly at him.
“Kinda, yeah.”
“Hmm.” He takes a big bite. “Don’t let people boss y’around.”
That makes her laugh, clear and pretty. “They tried once but they learned from that,” she winks.
“What’s ya deal?”
“I make the animals behave. Don’t sound like much but sure is handy out here. Cattle, wolves, rats...they listen to me.” She pauses, head slightly askew to regard him. “Wonder if a wolverine would listen too.”
That makes him grin, a warm feeling pooling deep in his guts. Sure, he’d listen to some orders at least.
SUMMARY: You ignore things like privacy in a moment of weakness – thankfully.
CONTENT: Post-mission, drinking (a bit), invasion of privacy, a sort of voyarism, smut (over the counter, P in V).
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.
Ideas
Plucking a beer from the fridge, you’re already looking forward to slurping up the cool liquid. It’s not that you like beer that much, but after a hard day’s work it does hit the spot and today has been just one of those days.
Worse, actually.
You’ve gotten back after a mission with none other than Mr. Grumpy himself: Logan.
You used to like him. Fuck. Who are you kidding? You still do. You have a goddamn crush on the man and no guts to confess. It had been close once but then something changed and Logan began to pull away. Get grumpier. Maybe you’d done something wrong but you don’t know what.
Now that you were back, you just had to avoid him which was going to be easy enough as the school is huge and it’s just the two of you (all the kids are on a field trip), so you should be able to sense him coming.
And speaking of: the sound of heavy footsteps precede him down the hall, probably with the same goal in mind that you had.
Refusing to turn, you rummage in the drawer for the bottle opener, sensing his presence enter the room and pausing. There’s a soft grunt, then he steps up behind you and reach past, grabbing the beer from where you’d put it on the counter.
You’re about to object when he opens it but at least he has the decency to hand it back to you as you turn to tell him off for stealing your drink.
“Thank you,” you mumble lamely.
“Welcome.”
Gods, you love his voice. The gruffness of it that somehow pushes all the right buttons, making you ache for him. If only...but no.
You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he opens the fridge, taking a beer for himself, and you wonder what he’s thinking. Sure, he’s grumpy as usual it seems like...but at the same time he always does these little things for you. You’ve once promised never to peek into his mind. Surely, though, one little glimpse would only help.
Taking a sip from the bottle as you lean against the counter, you close your eyes and let your mind unfurl.
Naked bodies. A woman barely resting on the counter’s edge with her legs wrapped around the hips of a man as he thrusts into her. You and Logan. Your nails scoring his back but leaving no evidence as you are brought o orgasm.
You damn near choke on the swig of beer, coughing loudly. He’s at your side immediately, hot hands on your shoulder and soothing your back.
“Don’t drown yourself,” he rumbles. Fuck, I’d drown in your pussy if you’d let me.
His thought is clear in you mind, making your head snap up to catch his gaze through a sheen a tears from your near-death experience.
She knows. He opens his mouth as if to say the words but then realizes that it’s not needed. You see how he pulls back, jaw clenching and brows furrowing – and you panic, projecting an image of the two of you into his mind.
You’re on a bed, knees and hands sinking into the mattress and head thrown back with the mouth open in a sinful moan. Large hands hold your hips still, angling you just right as Logan rams into you from behind.
The real Logan shakes his head. “Now you’re not playing fair.”
“Been holding on to that idea for a long time...seemed it was now or never,” you confess.
The kitchen falls silent, only the ticking of a clock on the wall can the buzzing of electricity fills the space until Logan places his bottle on the counter behind you. Then he takes yours, doing the same.
“This is the moment you stop me,” he murmurs, eyes finally locking with yours.
Of course you shake your head and suddenly he’s crowding you against the counter, one hand resting there next to yours and the other flat on your back to prevent you from retreating as if you would have.
The kiss is hard, claiming. Maybe he’s afraid you’ll change your mind and try to stop him, making him take as much as he can. Lips press against yours, slanted and prying your mouth open just a smidgen to allow his tongue to run across your teeth, tempting you beyond resolve to poke yours out.
For a second, you wrestle for dominance before surrendering and letting him own you like you’ve always wanted. And when a soft growl erupts from his chest, you feel your core clench around nothing with a need that makes you weak in your knees.
“Logan,” you whimper as he pulls back for breath.
It’s a plea. When you blink to focus, you can see that he knows it: a cocky smile is pulling at his mouth and his eyes have grown dark.
He moves you easily, turns you around and bends you over the counter so your breasts get smushed against the cold surface and you have to stand on your toes, the edge digging into your hips. He has a hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as if that’d be necessary.
There’s a whisper of something cool against the back of your thigh and up, tugging slightly at the waistband of your sleep shorts before the resistance dies and the fabric slips aside, baring you. You gasp, trying to fathom that he just cut through your clothes with his claws but the outrage is dashed aside when he grabs a handful of your flesh, kneading your ass.
The other hand trails down your back, mirroring the actions until thick thumbs center themselves and part your folds.
“So damn wet for me already,” he groans.
“Need you,” you gasp, wriggling in his grasp.
There’s a soft chuckle that sends goosebumps up and down your spine. “Yeah yeah...I see.”
Ass getting massaged, you close your eyes and try to enjoy it rather than rush things. God, his hands are heavenly: big, strong, calloused in the right places. When he slides a finger along your petals, you shiver and whimper, hearing the sound of slipperiness.
Then something else follows your slit, big and blunt, making you arch your back so you can press against the sensation.
“Easy,” he growls, moving a hand to splay over your lower back and keep you in place.
Up and down, slick smearing along the entirety of his cock, the tip of it catching at your entrance repeatedly when Logan’s not using it to press against your clit.
“Please!” Your cunt is throbbing with need, juices sticky on him and your inner thighs. It’s not pretty or gentle, what you need, but primal and you just know he can deliver. “Fuck me, please, Logan!”
He doesn’t answer with words, but presses into you slowly. The stretch is almost too much, having you whine at the intrusion because he’s so big and you haven’t had anything for far too long except a flimsy toy and your own fingers.
“That what you need, huh?” he purrs, leaning over you as he bottoms out.
You nod frantically. “Yes!”
Cunt clenches around his girth, trying to hold him there as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. One hand on your neck, the other grabbing your thigh to pull you into just the right angle for him to hit your spot, making you cry out.
He focuses on that, bullying the head of his cock into the spongy place that has you trembling and crying in no time, being wound so hard that you don’t understand why you haven’t passed out yet. You’ll be cumming embarrassingly fast like this. And you don’t give a shit.
Even as he let’s go of your neck, you stay prone for him. Your body is on fire – you’re at his mercy – you can’t breathe – all of your muscles are tensed. Then his finger lands on your swollen clit, pressing down hard in a tight circle that has you falling over the edge with a broken sob. A wave of bliss rolls through you, blocking out your hearing and vision.
Logan. Logan. Logan.
Your mind instinctively reaches out for him and suddenly you feel what he feels too: a tightness that surges through his – and your – body as he cums with a curse. He rocks into you, slow and without any sense of rhythm as he empties himself in you.
It nearly makes you pass out if it wasn’t for the one realization in his mind that shocks you into focusing:
Love her.
He sags over you, lips finding every inch of skin he can reach as your pull back your mind to the safety of yourself. Kisses dab at the dew of sweat on your shoulders and neck.
“Should’ve taken you to dinner first,” Logan mumbles against your skin.
A smile cracks you face, cheek still pressed against the counter top. “I don’t mind which order we do things in.”
When the brain latches on, let it ride. You will be tired in the morning, yes. But odds are the sleep you get will be higher quality than if you were to try to force yourself to go to bed.
You've got this elaborate family tree going. Is your character in an already established world or are building them up as a sorcerer or something like that?
I'm playing a dwarven bard and I'm helping homebrew a lot with the DM so I've had a lot of fun tweaking Friida's heritage even though it probably won't become relevant 😅
When the brain latches on, let it ride. You will be tired in the morning, yes. But odds are the sleep you get will be higher quality than if you were to try to force yourself to go to bed.
You've got this elaborate family tree going. Is your character in an already established world or are building them up as a sorcerer or something like that?
I'm playing a dwarven bard and I'm helping homebrew a lot with the DM so I've had a lot of fun tweaking Friida's heritage even though it probably won't become relevant 😅
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When the brain latches on, let it ride. You will be tired in the morning, yes. But odds are the sleep you get will be higher quality than if you were to try to force yourself to go to bed.
When the brain latches on, let it ride. You will be tired in the morning, yes. But odds are the sleep you get will be higher quality than if you were to try to force yourself to go to bed.
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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: 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: 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.
Hello everyone and welcome to my recommended reading list! I hope you will find something you will enjoy on this weeks list.
Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me. Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.
💜 This week, I read 45 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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The Ultimate Risk - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
The Ultimate Risk - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Expansion - (Bucky x Reader) - @stellar-solar-flare
Such a Mess Already - (Bucky x Reader) - @societyfolklore
All Mine - (Frank A x Reader) - @societyfolklore
Give Me a Whirl - (Lee x Reader) - @societyfolklore
A home for two - (Dark!Steve x Reader) - @tarithenurse
Loca - (Nick x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81
The Good Wife - (Steve K x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Stopping By - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817
No One's Ever Gone - (James Mace x Reader) - @societyfolklore
Arranged Perfectly - (Andy x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
The Morning After - (Frank A x Reader) - @soelstress
6th June - I didn't catch your name - (Nick x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14
Jump In - (Lee x Reader) - @bbfwrites
Don't Move - (Curtis x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
A certain kind of sadness - (Bucky &/x fem!reader, & Steve) - @tarithenurse
Belong - (Andy x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81
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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.
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.
