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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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- yuta okkotsu boyfriend headcanons & scenarios -

yuta okkotsu x fem.reader

notes/warnings: characters are depicted in their 20s; no warnings just fluff. i may have also went a bit overboard with this unedited, self indulgent story.

a.n.: i'm so soft for this boy, send help 🥺

you first met yuta when he had protected you from a curse.

you recall that night as being one where you were bone tired after a grueling shift at work. you were unaware of the malicious shadow that stalked you due to your exhaustion.

all you could think about was eating the delicious bento boxed meal you bought from your favorite convenience store as a plethora of flesh-like arms reached out to you, stepping closer and closer to your unaware form.

when you felt the hair stand on the nape of your neck as a sudden cold feeling washed over you, you finally glanced back to see what you could only describe as a monster reach out to you with its mouth wide open. its intention clear on fatally wounding you before you could even let out a scream.

you found yourself suddenly thrown back against the concrete wall, nearly taking your breath away as the pounding in your head blocked out the muffled sounds of a blood curdling screech.

"rika, lend me your strength once more."

you recall how your eyes widened as a seemingly more monstrous form ripped apart your would be attacker, appearing to listen to every word the young man said. even with his back facing you, you could tell that this man was someone who was brimming with confidence as he disposed of your attacker with ease.

when he faced you, you were caught off guard by the soft smile on his face, asking in that sweet voice of his if you were okay all while apologizing for throwing you away from the cursed being in such a harsh manner.

you honestly would have been so enamored at first sight with the boy had it not been for the monster that loomed over him like a shadow ready to strike at any moment.

it was something that looked as though it came out of a nightmare, being held together in tendrils of white as it remained behind the young man. you could feel your fear mounting upon looking into its gaping mouth, filled with teeth as sharp as knives while listening to it constantly muttering a single name. even with the gurgling quality of its voice, you could detect the young, feminine undertones as it whispered almost reverently yuta yuta yuta...

the feeling of fear was so overwhelming that you felt sick to your stomach, and the last thing you remembered before passing out was the way you fell over as your savior begged someone named rika to please catch you.

you had no idea how long you were in darkness, falling into an almost dreamless sleep as voices kept floating around you.

there was a warmth felt touching at your face, and when you felt that same gentle hand pushing back your strands of hair was when you finally opened your eyes.

"thank goodness, you're awake." you were met with dark blue eyes, almost becoming lost in them before you sat up against the bed only to be pushed back, "wait, don't move so much. you hit your head pretty badly back there, and for that i'm so sorry."

"it's okay...you saved me, so it's okay, i'm not mad at you." you did your best to reassure him despite the pulsating pain you felt against the back of your head.

your savior seemed to get lost in your eyes too, as he kept on staring at you with an intensity you had never seen before- at least, not with you as the recipient of such a gaze.

"uhm, s-so what was that? and why did it come after me?" you hoped your voice would hide the sounds of the sudden racing of your heart. with your question breaking him out of his own reverie, he clears his throat and does his best to explain.

he tells you about curses, how they manifest from negative emotions of humanity, and how powerful beings known as sorcerers are tasked with eliminating them.

"and i am one of those sorcerers, okkotsu yuta."

there was an eagerness you felt when hearing his name for the first time, and you remembered spending the rest of the night asking questions about him, wanting to know him better even then.

since it was so late, yuta allowed you to spend the night at his place, giving you his bedroom while he promised to sleep on the couch until you felt better.

his kindness and soft beauty did a number on your heart, and you found yourself falling for him.

the days following your rescue, you figured yuta would forget about you as you returned back to your normal life. your days would be filled with mundane tasks at work, while your nights were spent all alone in your apartment.

you tried to forget about yuta by doing the things that once made you happy. reading a new book, buying all your favorite foods to eat for dinner, replaying that one game that made you happy because of how much fun it was...

yet nothing seemed to work. you found your mind kept drifting back to yuta, wondering what he was doing and whether he was still fighting off curses.

you wanted to know more about him and wanted to see him so badly-

so imagine your surprise when you walked out of your workplace and saw a familiar figure with his back turned towards you, donning a hoodie and a pair of jeans as he leaned against a wall, appearing as though he were waiting for someone.

"okkotsu?" you call out to him, using his surname so as to not be disrespectful. he faces you, sporting a smile and a light blush on his face upon seeing you. he calls out your name with a hand behind his neck, "h-hey, long time no see. i wanted to check up on you."

you were practically on cloud 9, stepping closer to him with the biggest smile on your face. with your heart a racing mess, you tell him how happy you were to see him while admitting to him, "i...i really missed you. there hasn't been a day where i haven't been thinking of you."

the blush that was once a light pink before suddenly deepened into a tomato red as yuta tried to hide his blushing face with his hand. he was stuttering then, asking you if you wanted to join him for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants.

and when he held out his hand for you to take, you knew that it would be the start of something wonderful the moment you intertwined your fingers together with his.

after going on a few dates together, yuta asked if he could be your boyfriend, and you knew you would be a fool not to accept.

along with receiving yuta's affections, you knew you would always be protected by rika, the manifestation of his cursed powers who's sole purpose was to protect yuta and keep him happy. he reassured you that rika was someone immensely precious to him and that she would never hurt you.

despite your initial fear of rika, you grew accustomed to her presence, seeing her as something that was necessary and part of yuta's strength as a sorcerer, even if you didn't 100% understand it quite yet.

dates with yuta often involved late night walks around the park and staying up during the weekends just basking in each other's presence.

yuta often liked to spoil you with quality time and tiny gifts he buys for you during missions when he's out of town. each time he came back to you with a little trinket that reminded him of you, or a new book to read the moment he came back home.

with the sheer amount of times you had spent the night at his place, you ended up moving out of your apartment to move in with him, finding yourself craving his presence and not minding the fact that you would see him even more now that you lived together.

now your days were spent cooking together, learning new recipes while sometimes dancing in the kitchen while listening to your favorite songs on the radio.

during nights where he came back from a mission, you would prepare a bath for him, spoiling him with your gentle affections as you helped bathe before spoiling him with cuddles in bed.

there was nowhere else you'd rather be than in the arms of the man you had come to love unconditionally. and you prayed each day that he would keep you forever and never leave your side.

and lucky for you, your fears were quelled once you were settled in his arms. yuta kisses you, enveloping you in his embrace while promising you that he's never loved anyone quite as deeply as he loved you.

you recall his story pertaining to rika orimoto, how she was his first love and now part of his strength as a jujutsu sorcerer. her love for him was evident in the ring that decorated his right hand, something that was so immensely precious to him that he swore to always wear in memory of her.

"what i felt for rika was a childhood love that i'll always take with me. but with you, with you what i feel is the love of a man he has for the woman of his dreams."

his sweet and honest words made you fall even deeper in love with him, and tonight, you knew you would spoil him with your affections by becoming intimate with him.

you loved him in the best of ways while showing him just how precious he was to you with kisses all across his form. you cherished your boyfriend so much that you understood rika's feelings for him, silently vowing to never leave his side the moment he gives you a deep kiss.

after loving each other well into the early hours of the morning, yuta couldn't help but look down at you, his blue eyes shining with absolute adoration for you as he admires your sleeping form.

he was afraid of loving someone so deeply again, but with you, he knew it was worth it. being together with you for a little over 2 years now, yuta was confident he knew you as well as the back of his own hand.

he couldn't picture a future without you in it

so as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, he thinks back to the tiny velvet box he kept hidden beneath his clothes, wondering what kind of expression you would have when he finally asked you to be his wife.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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gemma-collins-ily · 2 years

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can u do one of when u get anxiety and wanna be alone but harry wants to comfort you pls🥺🥺

interlocked hands

a/n - If you felt stressed when you sent this in, I'm so sorry I didn't get to it sooner, feel free to send another request any time! I personally wouldn't use the method in this piece, but it is different for everyone, and I'm not trying to romanticise anxiety, it truly feels awful.

Warnings: anxiety, difficulty breathing, slight deviation from the request, panic/anxiety attack

It was too damn loud.

It was all you could think of, the scratching of quills and chattering of students, the sounds reverberating around your head until it ached.

You stood abruptly, not caring how it may seem to others in the moment, your stool scraping backwards and making a painful shriek, one that only made your head spin further and you gasp out, tears brimming as you jogged out of the classroom.

With your back crashing into the wall, your nails pressed into your palms, thankfully not hurting since you had trimmed them earlier in the week, inevitably knowing something like this could happen throughout the week.

Your head leaned back into the brick, the pain of the collision barely felt as you continued to struggle.

What was it about, you didn't really know. It was impossible to pinpoint the start of your troubles, and you supposed it had all led to a tumult.

Your teeth ghosted over your bottom lip, not digging in but providing pressure that could hopefully bring you back into the present.

All of a sudden, the sound of shoes slapping against the floor approached you, and you let your eyes close in worry, reservations about if it was a teacher planning to give a reprimand filling your mind.

"Hey, hey. You okay?"

Your hands twisted together with worry, knuckles fading to pallid white as they gripped whilst you pushed off the wall, albeit unsteadily.

"You need help to get anywhere? To sit?"

Your head shook, the sound of quickening footsteps reappearing in the hallway, though this time, they were yours.

Walking away from Harry, you took abrupt turns, ones that were of no true direction, just a way to leave.

Harry's set of steps followed yours, you almost at a jogging pace as you swung your arms forward, hands once again catching and clasping together.

It really wasn't helping to be rushing around, and you didn't know how much more you could take.

At a corner, you made an impulsive decision, one barely thought through, stopping and reassuming your previous stance of relying on the wall to hold you up.

"Hey, (Y/N)," upon seeing your head snap up then drop again, his arm reached out before halting in midair, "can I touch you? Just let me know with anything, I don't mind how, love."

A strangled cry was held in your throat as you ducked your head, signifying it was indeed okay.

"Alright. Okay." almost calming himself, his hands landed upon your forearms, "so we're going to sit you down now, yeah?"

He guided you to the floor, crouching before you with palms spread, showing his surrender. As strange as it was, the boy with the lightning scar, who always seemed to bring danger wherever he went, was the one who made you feel the most safe.

You and Harry had been friends for years, and he'd never seen you anxious, because you hadn't wanted him to. And now that he had... well, you didn't really know.

"Can you take a breath? For me? Just hold it for a moment, it'll help, darling."

You did as he asked, hand raising to your mouth as you realised it had been a shallow rasp in your throat, because you were panicking, panicking, panicking.

Coming to the obvious conclusion made your heart rate jump upwards once more, pulse beating in your head like a drum.

Harry's left hand moved to lace his with your own, thumb stroking soothingly over your knuckles, his touch a cooling (and welcomed) tingling.

His other arm raised as he gently pried your hand from your mouth, smiling softly and empathetically.

"There you are. You're doing great, believe me, sweetheart."

He slowed the sudden descent of your arm with his, cupping your neck and repeating his small circles upon your jaw as soon as he knew your hand would not fall abruptly to the floor.

"Right. How about we move to," he brought both of your interlocked hands to his chest, slightly to the left, helping you copy his breathing pace, "here. Is that okay?"

An unsteady hum from you made Harry grin for a moment, pleased that he had hopefully helped so far.

"We're going to keep going with that breathing, right? Just copy me, that's it."

Afterwards, as you cried uncontrollably, but with only a slightly quickened pace of breath, Harry moved to sit beside you, linking your hands together once again before letting your head lean on his shoulder.

His lips pressed a kiss to your temple, remaining there for a few moments before pulling away and instead resting his head atop your own.

"Okay now?"

With confirmation from you, Harry continued to sit beside you, no words exchanged as he stayed in his position, not even moving when his leg began to cramp and his neck became stiff.

Maybe you had wanted to hide away, and it would probably be your natural instinct to do so the next inevitable time, but as annoying as he could be, Harry was persistent.

And he'd always find a way to help you.

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mrs-avenger3000 · 3 years

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Thanks so much for the request! I hope it’s as as great as the idea! Love you too!!! 🥺💕.

Summary: Natasha’s never one to shy away from a good secret so what happens when she had a brush with death and wants nothing more than to be in her wife’s arms. A wife that nobody knows about apart from her sister, Yelena Belova.

Wife… Since Uh☝🏼 When?

Natasha rushed to the side of the building, her neck pressing against the stone. Her breath was coming out in harsh pants. “Cap, tell me you got the location for the second bomb!” She rushed out, feeling quite distressed. Steve’s heart dropped as he got a confirmed location.

“Nat get away from that build-”

But it was too late. The building exploded outwards, its blaze heating the surrounding air, causing the burning sensation in Natasha’s thigh and arm. She couldn’t get away fast enough, and she was caught in the rubble. Her body was pinned to the floor and ash, bricks, glass you name it and it hit her leaving her in really bad shape. Tears brimmed her eyes, and she screamed loudly as a metal rod impaled itself through her thigh. “Blya der'mo!” (Fucking shit) she yelled. Natasha’s vision blurred slightly as someone rushed over to her.

“Nat! Oh god Nat!” Clint yelled as he, Steve and Tony rushed to her aid. Clint grabbed her hand as he nodded to cap to lift the rubble he did so and Natasha screamed, it was so pain filled it almost brought Clint to tears. The bar was still in her leg, and nobody was planning on taking it out.

“Don’t worry. Help is on the way, an ambulance is on its way to Romanoff. So keep your eyes on me!” Steve snapped, rubbing her hand. Nat nodded, too tired to come up with a smart remark about how looming at him would cause more damage than the blood pooling from her thigh.

“Y/n…” Nat murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. “Somebody call… m-my… wife.”

The three looked at each other, all wearing confused looks. “Who’s y/n?” Tony asked Nat and Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, a rare genuine smile on her lips which looked ridiculous due to the circumstances.

“My love.” She whispered, her eyes closing.

The flashing of the lights of the ambulance let the team know that she was going to make it.

You rushed into the hospital, your heart on your sleeve as you rushed over to the desk. “I- I Natasha um… Natasha Romanoff s-she was admitted. I there was an explosion. Please, I need to see her.”

The desk clerk looked up at me and raised a brow. “What’s your relationship to the patient?”

You clenched your jaw. “She’s my wife! The mother of my child! I- just let me see her.” You rushed out. She nodded and began walking you to her room. Your stomach was a mess with knots. You felt nauseous and your whole body was riddled with nerves. The state of the man on the phone you gathered it was bad. The door was pushed open, you gasped as you saw her. There were wires all over her body, her head was bandaged as were her arms and her legs. She was covered in sweat and her bandages were already covered with blood. You walked over to her, not sure if you could even touch her.

Your hand hovered over her forehead before you delicately stroked her hair. “Oh, baby.” You whispered, your tears falling down your cheeks. She looked so frail… so broken it rocked you to your core as you through about the possibility of her not coming home to you. You turned upon hearing heavy footsteps. Nick Fury and it seems like the rest of the team.

“Y/n-”

You cut him off by slapping him. “You son of a bitch! You promised me she’d never end up here. You- you p-promised. How would I have fucking explained this t-to Melissa? I- can’t.” You yelled, your anger melting into despair as you slammed your fists onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and you cried into his chest. You sobbed. He held you for a while until you pulled back, turning to Nat.

“Who are you, and who is Melissa?” someone asked. You turned around, your tears still falling. You recognised him as Tony Stark. Your eyes flickered to Clint, and you said nothing as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Melissa… she’s fine she’s with Laura and the kids.” He stated, and you nodded.

“Wait, you know her. You knew Romanoff was married? Are we the only ones who didn’t know?” Tony muttered, displeased.

“She choose not to tell you. That was her decision.” Clint interjected.

The beeping of machines caused you to turn around. You rushed over to her bedside, glad to see that she was waking up. Her eyes flickered open, and she smiled. Before anything was said, you grabbed her face and kissed her. Displaying everything in that one kiss, your heart felt a little lighter as you felt her response. Your tears had begun to fall again, and she pulled back holding your face in her hands. “Why are you crying, detka?” (Baby)

“You almost died, y-you almost died.”

“Is nobody else concerned with the fact that Romanoff married a Hydra agent?” Tony cut in. You froze, your eyes cutting to his with a dark look in your eyes.

“How-”

“Facial recognition had F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a scan. So am I the only one concerned?” He asked again.

“That was my past.”

“Can you clear a ledger that thick?”

“Stark!” Nat snapped. You swallowed, taking a deep breath.

“Can you? I’ve killed my fair share of people, but you… you profited off the lives taken when you sold your weapons. Black market deals, terrorist attacks. You benefited from the lives of others.”

“I’m reformed I shut it down.” He shot back, and you nodded.

“As did I.”

The room was silent, and Steve smirked, raising a brow. “I like her, her fire matches yours, Romanoff.”

“Thanks, I needed your stamp of approval.” Natasha smirked. You laughed softly as you gripped her hand.

“I love you.” She whispered, shocking the team. Natasha never shows her emotions and for her to so openly and for someone who was the enemy didn’t sit right with Tony, but the rest of the team were shocked at the blatant show of affection. A blush rose up your cheeks as you gave her a soft smile.

“I love you too.” You replied, kissing her forehead.

“It’s still weird.” Tony mumbled.

“Just wait until you meet our daughter.” You smirked, shocking the room into another silence.

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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i absofuckinglutely love that pegging baji you posted and now im dying to have more😧

orgasm denial with baji🥰he's all tough and he can take everything but i think he definitely hate having his orgasm denied. i wanna make him cry and spoil him after that😤😔he's so pretty I FUCKING LOVE HIM

pretty teary eyed Baji 🥺💖 cw: fem!Reader, dacryphilia, edging, sex toys, bondage, praise kink, use of safeword (blue), cockwarming, nursing 'n aftercare for best boy, unedited ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

The gloss in his eyes was almost as beautiful as his pleas.

"No no no-" Baji shook his head. Every muscle on his neck and shoulders twitching with life as he fought against the bindings keeping his arms neatly tucked behind him. Even at his strength Baji was useless against the cuffs.

Legs spread as he knelt. Every muscle in his body as tense as the ones in his neck when he fought the bindings. He really didn't want out. But the way his body jerked and reacted to your touch was out of his control.

"Hush now," You soothe his crack voice with your own talking over him, "You lasted longer the other time. Are you telling me you can't do it baby?"

The it you spoke of, was Baji's nightmare and heaven rolled up into one.

How he squatted over base of the suction toy. Just its last few inches the only part of the smooth curved silicone that hadn't disappeared into him. Baji could fight it but with how you bound him up there was just no physical way for him to lower himself any further. Craving more of the toy inside him to alleviate the ache simply wasn't in the cards tonight.

Sealing the torturous deal with the personal massager you had his cock twitching on top of. Held out in front of you. With your sweet smile as you simply let his cock rest a top the humming toy turned to its lowest setting. Baji could twist and contort all he wanted. But like this he simply was kept at the very brink of his sanity.

"-can't-" Baji shook his head. Tears brimming in his eyes as he tilted back. Shaky breath leaving his rosy lips as he bit back down on them. He couldn't cum or stop the tears dribbling down his cheeks. All at once it was too much and he choked on his sob, "Blue! Blue- I can't-"

You switched off the massager immediately. Tossing it aside with little care for it's safety. Only concerned about undoing Baji's bindings and helping him off the toy as quickly as you could. When his hands were released from behind him the man didn't even hesitate to grab onto you. Sinking his face into your chest as his shoulders shook. Not a full on sob. Thankful that he said something before it got too bad.

Hands reaching up to tangle their way in his hair. You brush them slowly throw his black locks with a gentle hush. Tucking him under your chin and holding him tight to your chest without asking him why he wanted to stop this time.

Baji's death grip on your sides loosened. As did the rest of him. His breathing returned to normal and matched the strokes you ran through his hair. The dampness on your chest was evident but you didn't sweat it. Simply putting your lips to his temple and kissing him gently.

"...do you wanna snuggle baby?"

Shaky but Baji replied with a quiet, "Yes." Before sitting back up. Blotchy red eyes even as he smirked a little and wiped at them.

Together you let him situated himself in front of you. Face planted squarely in your tits. While his hips lined up with yours. The cock you'd spent hours torturing moments before. Now still twitching and hard. Allowing you to sling your leg over his hip and slip down on his cock.

Baji's breath hitched against the tops of your breast. His hips pushed up and he sunk himself deep inside you. All while his lips found your nipple finally. Catching it between his lips that he suckled earnestly. Content to be in your embrace.

"You did such a good job." You hum quietly with your fingers making their way through his loose waves, "And told me when it was enough. I'm so proud of you. Such a strong baby boy. One that I love so much."

Still unsure of himself. Baji squeezed his eyes tight. Pressing even more so into your chest as he insistently nursed. Cock twitching inside you as you continued to pet him. Gentle to take care of him because Baji really was the strong baby you'd ever met. And you got to call him all your own. ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Congratulations on your 3k followers, you deserve it so, so, so much!

If you're still taking requests for the celebration I would like #64 "I'll hurt whoever did this to you" from the 101 ways to say I love list with James Bond, please 🥺💜

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 3K Follower Celebration Thank you so much!! 🥺🥺

Warnings: Established relationship (of some kind); mentions of canon-typical violence and injury; cursing; ends in fluff

It’s a hazard of the job. It’s one thing to hope that you go into a mission cleanly; it’s another to expect to come out the same way.

The two of you have made plans to meet after your missions, as you each expect to have time off. But it just so happens that your current situation necessitates that you lag in your arrival plans. You send word ahead through an encrypted line; you receive a reply that just says, Received.

It’s a relief. It gives you time to figure out how you’re going to handle this. He knows you too well; he’ll know if you’re trying to hide from him. So, for the time being, your priority is to conceal your injuries while you’re traveling. You manage it well enough: makeup to cover the few bruises that you’ve sustained to your face; a long-sleeve sweater to hide the bruises and wounds on your arms; bracelets to cover the welts where your wrists had been shackled. It’s just a matter of getting yourself to the agreed-upon meeting spot, knowing that as soon as you do, you’ll have a very different challenge to face.

At least there, you can openly air your damages.

You’re sure that Bond will have a few injuries of his own; the man is so bloody reckless, he hardly ever makes it out of assignments without some issue or other.

He knows that something is wrong the second he meets you at the train station. Maybe it’s the way you’re favoring your left arm; maybe it’s the way you keep your sunglasses on, and your face shaded by a large sunhat. Well, James always has been an observant one. He steadies a hand on your waist, gives you a light, almost familial kiss on the cheek before he takes your bag. As the two of you get into his rental car, you feel yourself sag down against the seat. “What happened?” His question is lightning-quick, sharp as it’s asked. “...Just the usual,” You tell him, “How are you?” “I’d rather not talk about myself at the moment.” “You never want to talk about yourself.” “You’re injured.” “I’m alright.” “I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.” “Bond,” You sigh, “There’s no need to start that.” “Give me one good reason why not.” “I’ll give you two. One: I’m healing fine.” “And the other?” “The person who did this to me is quite hurt themselves—and in one of MI6's holding cells." Bond glances at you as he floors down a passage of straight road. “Passable reasons,” He grumbles. “I’ll give you one more.” “Mm?” “We made a deal about this trip. No work. Talking about what happened would constitute work.” You look over to see Bond’s jaw go tight—with frustration, or irritation, or resignation, perhaps. He knows that he’s been beaten on this score. As the car slows, you lean over in your seat, lifting the brim of your hat to press a gentle kiss to Bond’s cheek. “I’m happy to see you.”

It’s a moment before that tightness in Bond begins to melt just a bit, and he reaches out, taking hold of one of your hands. “I’m happy to see you, too.” “Even if I’m in a less-than-ideal condition?” Bond turns his head a touch, meeting your eye fleetingly before turning back to the road. “Don’t speak like that,” His grumbling returns, and you feel twin pangs of hope and remorse in your stomach. “Then stop frowning.” His lips quirk with a smile, and you know that he isn’t obliging you by the way that he smooths it just a second later. “I’m not frowning,” He mutters. “Of course not.” You rest your head on his shoulder, eyeing the road ahead. “What do you want to do when we get there?” Bond asks. “Mm…Get this makeup off, change out of these clothes.” “And the bracelets?” “...A function of inconspicuous travel,” You mutter. He hmphs softly before adding, “There’s quite a large tub.” “Oh?” “You may enjoy a soak.” “We may enjoy a soak, if you’re amenable.” Bond smiles, turning and brushing his lips along your forehead, eyes still set fastidiously on the road. “If I were not amenable, I wouldn’t have suggested it.”

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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In His Dreams | F.W

WARNINGS // 1.1k // SMUT 18+, Male & Female Masturbation, Implied relationship/FWB, Oral (male receiving), Sex, Unprotected Sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), booty call??, late night antics.

A/N // Hi there is only one reason we have this smol thing and it’s @darthwheezely I hope y’all enjoy babies 🥺

In a house usually filled with laughter and noise, the solemn silence was enough to lull anyone into a false sense of calm. Concealed within the four walls of his bedroom Fred lay atop intricately woven sheets.

He couldn’t shake the thought, couldn’t push the perfect silhouette from his mind, not when every time he shut his eyes, the only thing Fred Weasley could think of was pushing the pathetic skirt over your full hips to bend you over and grasp every inch of ass he could possibly muster.

“Fuck.” He whispered, palming himself through his trousers in an attempt to relieve some of the tension but to no avail, he pictured the way you had squat down earlier that day, picking up something from the lower shelf, wishing that you were on your knees to willingly submit to wrapping your perfect lips around him.

“That’s it, princess, open up.” He groaned, hand sinking underneath the waistband of his boxers. In his mind you were begging him, your melodic voice desperate for him. He thought of your tongue out, waiting patiently like the good girl he knew you were. When he finally got his semi-hard cock free, his hand slowly, almost teasingly began to stroke.

As his hand slid up and down his length, his mind painted a beautiful picture for him, his cock sliding effortlessly down your throat like it was the most natural thing for you. Like you were so accustomed to his size it was no longer a problem that he could make you gag.

His thumb gently swirled over the sensitive tip of his cock, mimicking the kitten licks he pictured in his mind, practically shuddering at the sensation as his hips began to take over, bucking up desperately into his fist.

A different image now plagued his thoughts, your very own fingers dipping in and out of your cunt as you touched yourself before him, whimpering his name, eyes practically locked together. How the mind was so wonderful, the beautiful way it could fabricate something so real, something he so desperately craved, mumbling to himself as if he were talking to you, “So pretty the way you play with yourself for me, baby, all mine aren’t you?”

“Yes Freddie... all yours, baby.” Your eyes had squeezed shut before him, head thrown back as you tapped away at your clit, chasing the sweet bliss of release. It was just the words he craved, how he wanted you all to himself, possessively taking you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Fuck me, Freddie, take what’s yours.” That was all Fred needed, hand wrapping around himself a little tighter as he attempted his best to mimic the feeling of sliding himself inside you. In his mind, you were full to the brim, hardly able to take him, tight cunt squeezing around him as it greedily took all he gave.

“My favourite girl, nice and tight for me, doing so good.” He moaned, hips thrusting up into his hand as he writhed. His free hand gripped at the sheets beneath him, tugging roughly as pleasure coursed through every vein. Fred always was a vocal man, his deep booming voice chanting your name like a prayer as he relentlessly fucked his hand.

He was nearly there, the release just at the tip of his tongue as he began to shake. He was about to explode, fuck his full load deep into your cunt when he heard it, snapping away immediately when he noticed that his phone was buzzing on the bedside table. He didn’t even look at who was calling, his chest heaving as he brought the phone to his ear, mumbling a faint “yeah?”

“Fredi-Fred Is… is that you?” He heard your voice down the line, eyes widening as he sat bolt upright, quickly tucking himself away no matter how much the sensitive tip ached for release. It couldn’t have been, surely his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Fred, are you there?” You whispered again, confused at the lack of response down the line.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here… Y/N, fuck, It’s nearly midnight are you alright?” He asked, trying to mask the sound of his heaving breaths through a tone of worry.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Fred, I can’t sleep because all I can picture is having you bend me over your desk.” You admitted bashfully. It was awfully forward of you to be so blunt, but after what felt like years of shared glances and a few kisses here and there, you were damn near sure Fred Weasley was as enamoured with you as you were with him. That much was true.

The silence took over, Fred was too shocked for words, almost certain he was dreaming that he had forgotten to reply, you attempted to backpedal, rambling down the line, “I shouldn’t have said anything, Fred, I’m sorry I’ll just g-”

“No!” He spoke so abruptly, making you realise how dumbfounded he was, “God, all I want to do is bend you over my desk, fucking hell, I can’t get you off my bloody mind.”

He pondered for a moment, stewing on the words he had wanted to say for so long, building the courage to finally speak up. “How quick can you be here, bub? God I want you so bad.”

He had hardly blinked and yet here you were, straddling his hips while his hands guided the way your bare cunt dragged over the outline of his clothed cock, his lips pressed against your jugular as your head was thrown back in pleasure.

This was the farthest thing from a dream, he had no need to picture when the perfect woman was putty in his hands, pliant for him and only him.

“Fuck me, Freddie, take what’s yours.” You whined. You truly were the woman of his dreams; everything Fred could ever want and more.

As he pulled his cock free, your lips tangled in a heated kiss, your hand coming down to help guide his sensitive tip to your aching pussy, teasing yourself with the head before slowly sinking down onto him, taking his ample cock inch by inch till you had pushed yourself full of him.

It was quick and desperate, the bed creaking under each rapid movement, your hips rocking back and forth against him while he thrust from beneath you, settling into a perfect rhythm that had the two of you gasping for air.

“Fill me up, Freddie, ‘mm gonna cum all over your big cock, you make me feel so good.” You babbled, lips ghosting over his jaw as you felt the sensations building.

He groaned darkly as he came, a protective hand gently soothing your back as he fucked you through the release, humming strings of praise as you whimpered, your own high falling over you. “Such a good girl, precious thing, did so good for me.”

“Fuck, Fred… I can’t believe we-” You commented breathlessly, his lips capturing yours quickly.

“It may be the first,” he mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes scanned over each and every dip and curve of your face, studying you like the work of art you were, “But I certainly hope it’s not the last, I can’t shake the thought of you from my mind, good lord, woman… you’re intoxicating.”

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sluttyminghao · 3 years

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can i get a nsfw ship?? i go by she/her, i have straight long brown hair, i’m 5’2” and have brown eyes and freckles!! i’m a taurus and a college student- like to write and paint in my free time. some of my kinks are choking, spitting, facefucking, cockwarming, degradation, thigh-riding, and edging (@semicolonshua)

ty for doing these you’re the bomb.com 🥺

hi darling @semicolonshua!

i ship you with...

our favourite tiger, soonyoung!

now I did some research, and Taurus and Gemini don’t seem to have a lot of sexual compatibilities (or so they say, research is dumb), however, I think that you and soonyoung would be a great exception for each other!

the height difference is the first thing he would notice, he loves for his partner to be shorter than him to have some kind of dominance over you, but that doesn't necessarily mean in a sexual way. he may just like it as a way to protect you also and makes his pride swell.

i think that he would also become very interested in your paintings and writings, and is always pitching you ideas if you become stuck and have no inspiration, even if it’s something completely random

getting into the sexual stuff, however, you would share a lot of the same kinks and he would love being able to do all of these things with you, it really plays into his extreme dominance!

the main one that comes to mind is degradation; I can really see soonyoung being heavily into degradation and using it in almost every session you have together and always says things like “you take my cock so well, such a filthy whore/cumslut” any name he can use to degrade you

when he finds out you're into thigh-riding and edging, he would be getting all these kinds of ideas on how to tease you and get you to ride his thigh, and he would love seeing how you crumble under his touch and whine when he continues to edge you

he would get such a power trip from fucking your face, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from deepthroating you and causing tears to brim in your eyes, and he wouldn't be able to concentrate and just cums straight down your throat, he would be obsessed with how fucked out you look afterwards

as for the choking, at first, he probably isn't overly comfy with it because he doesn't want to cut off your circulation like that (despite fucking your face earlier) but after showing him its okay he would fall heavily into it and becomes obsessed with pounding into you while letting his large hand constrict your airways

in conclusion: you and soonyoung would work really well together in terms of sex and kinks, he would look after you so well yet at the same time makes you feel like his dirty whore and you cant think of a better way to spend a relationship than with him

hope you like it sweet and it's what you were looking for!

#ship game

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