#Ministre Playboy

[secosmolhadoseafins]

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Don’t catch feelings

A/N: For @elixirfromthestars ‘s Writing Challenge Thank you for hosting the best writing challenges 💛 Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed reading!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, angst. This ain’t a healthy relationship folks. This Tony isn’t your sweet, adorable, loveable Tony.

Prompts used: 🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

Tony Stark Masterlist

Don’t catch feelings. He’s a notorious heartbreaker & he won’t be the one who would end up getting hurt once it’s all over.

This was a mantra that was on loop in your mind, constantly, a warning that the rational part of your brain issued religiously. One that heart chose to ignore, time and time again.

He was everything you could ever want, and yet everything you could never have. Someone capable of giving you the world and capable of completely destroying it too.

That was the kind of power Tony Stark had.

You were merely a distraction, a seat filler for someone who’d left him a broken shell of a man. A place you were content being in, for some time. Until you caught feelings.

Feelings for a man who was so far lost in his genius mind, he seemed unable to find his way out. The Avengers had been at the crossroads, the Sokovia Accords broke the team, sides were chosen. Pepper Potts had left him & that just seemed like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The forlorn genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist had found somewhat of a temporary solace in you. And you were there for him. In every way you could be.

“You're trembling. Is it the anticipation or just me?" His words broke you out of your reverie as your body instantly reacted to his touch, skin alive with goosepimples as his fingers trailed down your bare back.

You weren’t facing him in bed, you couldn’t when your mind was running a mile a minute. You hated the fact that a simple touch could make your body react in such a way. It belonged to Tony. You belonged to Tony.

Which is why when he tugged your shoulder to make you lay on your back, you did, and dutifully spread your legs when he crawled between them.

“You're mine tonight. Don't even think about leaving." He murmured, lips against your stomach as if reading your racing mind.

His touch was tender as his fingers danced along your soft and warm skin, lips trailing along a well-rehearsed path as your eyes closed and you surrendered yourself to his ministrations once again.

Paying attention to your pert breasts, he tweaked your nipples till they hardened into buds, your breaths now coming out as shallow huffs. You knew he was ready to go again by the way you felt his rapidly stirring cock that sat against his thigh, occasionally brushing with the inside of your thigh.

Fingers finding his short hair, you tugged on them firmly as Tony kissed his way up your neck, sucking on your skin, marking it as his. His cock leaked precum against your leg as he continued, his hips rutted subtly.

“Tony, please..” you breathed, already drunk on him as your arousal gathered between your legs, desire unfurling deep within your belly.

"I know exactly what you want, and I'm going to give it to you." He smirked, snaking a hand between your bodies to cup your sex.

You let out a gasp as his finger intruded your slick channel, another one joining in as soon as he got the reaction he’d hoped for. Your hips moved on their own accord as Tony continued to pleasure you.

Broken or not, Tony was a generous lover. He paid attention to your needs and wasn’t shy about asking for his.

And yet you wanted more. Your heart yearned for more than just a random fuck despite knowing you wouldn’t. It wasn’t too hard to fall for Tony Stark, in fact, it was probably the easiest thing you had ever done. A bright future with the man seemed like a distant dream and yet you continued to fantasise on.

Bringing yourself back to reality again, you found Tony’s mouth hovering over your clit, his fingers still working their way to your orgasm. Eyes darkened with lust, his tongue peeked out for a taste of you.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N.”

You could only moan in response, the assault bringing you closer to the edge as your walls fluttered around him, desperate for more.

You came hard against mouth, crying out his name like a prayer while your heart pounded against your chest.

In that blurry haze, you barely registered him rolling on a condom over his length and settling between your legs once more, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss.

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” His hoarse breath was hot against your ear as he parted your legs further, lining up his cock to your entrance, teasing and waiting for you to beg.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer in hopes that he’d give you what you both checked into this expensive hotel for.

Taking pity on you, Tony slipped into your wet heat, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as your bodies connected.

He began moving, head dropped against your shoulder, his pubic bone brushed against your clit with every move. You felt your second orgasm building gradually but he pulled out of you abruptly, flipping you over so you were on your stomach.

Tony then wasted no time in taking what he needed. Slipping into you once again, he snapped his hips against yours in urgency, fingers digging into your skin deep enough to leave marks. This felt different, something that leaned more towards pain than pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath you, you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled against the fabric.

You weren’t unaware about this sudden flip, it happened more often than not these days. You felt used, an outlet meant for his pleasure alone and yet you allowed this to continue. Because you were addicted. Addicted to the pleasure and pain. Addicted to Tony Stark.

His grunts filled the room as you felt him twitch inside, knowing he wouldn’t last longer now. Tears sprung to your eyes as his cock speared into you, you wanted nothing more than to get out of there to save yourself from breaking.

Tony came with a loud moan, emptying his seed inside the condom as his hips stilled, his forehead resting against your shoulder as caught his breath.

“This has to stop.” He breathed, making your heart stop for a moment. His words didn’t match his actions as he was still holding you close, still connected.

“What do you mean?” You were too afraid to hear the answer.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I’m not what you want, trust me.”

If only he knew how wrong he was.

“I know you, Y/N. I know that you…I know.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He was well aware of your feelings.

“Tony, I—”

“Don’t say it. Please. You shouldn’t.”

You scrambled away after he pulled out and went to clean himself, gathering your clothes to get the hell out of there as quick as you could.

“They warned me about you. I should’ve listened.” Your tears burned against your cheek now, and you did nothing to hide them, wanting Tony to see the heartbreak he’d caused.

He saw it all, and did nothing to stop you. The part of you that fell in love with this man secretly hoped he would stop you, fight for you and say it’d all be okay.

“I’m never going to be over you.” You whispered right before walking out of the door, slamming it shut behind you, leaving Tony Stark for good.

[leggerefiore]

Past and Present

cw: a bit angsty, running into an ex, arguing

pairings: Colress/Reader, Past Grimsley/Reader

Alola was a place of beauty. That had quickly become apparent when you had arrived with your boyfriend. The bright sun above kept the place warm, while serene seas surrounded the islands. There was a certain slower pace of life present on the islands that simply had not been present in the busier Unova that you and Colress had departed from. While it was vacation for you, the scientist had found work here under the call of the Aether Foundation and a foreign professor. How he managed to gather these things after what he had done was a show of how many truly respected his brilliance, despite his certain lacking of morals. You supposed that was what drove his results, so it was constant debate of whether morality or scientific advancement was of more importance.

You found yourself quite alone, as the scientist was often taken with various things. Z-Power was a new fascination of his, and there was little chance that he was going to pass up observing the phenomena as much as he could. The Aether Foundation, too, kept him quite busy. They seemed to have him on some secret project that they did not want getting out. You swore you saw on the employees stalking you around once. While, yes, Colress had told you basically everything, you had no interest in spreading it around. Really, you were more worried about Colress involving himself in something shady again and getting arrested. Still, you were mostly alone. Your feet carried you around Ula'Ula with much boredom.

Until you found yourself on a certain beach. A familiar figure stood watching the waves. Their black scarf swayed in the wind. You blinked a few times. What was he doing here, of all places? Before you could question him yourself, his head turned to look over his shoulder at you. Blue eyes went wide at the sight of you. Spinning himself on his heel, Grimsley turned to face you in his full glory. The gambler was someone that you were, unfortunately, more than familiar with. A failed relationship with him was what prefaced your current one. Your heart still burned at the feelings you had felt. For so long, you thought you had truly captured his attention and broken his playboy ways. You had not.

Was he on vacation? He looked quite different. Greys intertwined in his dark strand. His usual choice of a suit was replaced with a kimono. Heavy bags were under his eyes. It was a far cry from the gambler that you had known. Swallowing, you took a nervous step back. He tilted his head. An 'Oh?' left him. Then, a chuckle left him. “Oh man, it's you? Alola must truly be something special,” his voice was clear as always, but a certain tiredness underlined his words.

“… It must be,” you relented, opting to just talk to him. You had broken up over four years ago now… It was about time to start acting like you were not affected by it. You had moved on. Colress was an adequate enough lover, if not a tad too eccentric. He certainly cared for you. Cheating was a far thought in his mind. You did not think he had an interest in things that way any way. Grimsley was a special breed of man. “I'm here on vacation with my boyfriend,” you offered. The gambler cocked up a brow in response.

“Found someone new? How fortunate,” he stepped towards you, “Where is he? Assuredly, he must not be letting such a cute lover wander around on their own.” You sighed. Well, working. You were the only one of the two of you on vacation. He caught on to the ministrations of your expression. “Not being entirely honest?” You wanted to call him out of all people for saying that. But, then again, he also made no attempts to hide how he really was. His pure openness in it all was the worst part of it. Dirty tricks were his speciality.

“He's working,” you admitted, “He has a real job, you know.” Some of the time. Other times, he was wandering around solely to serve his own research with little to no funding. These types of jobs were how he paid the bills, at least. Unlike a certain gambler, who did not blink at blowing whatever cash he did on a game that he could just as easily lose over winning. Grimsley scoffed and brought a hand over his heart.

“Your words are so cruel…” he spoke in mock hurt, “I made money, you know. I bought you whatever you asked for and more.” He did. He certainly did. No other lover had ever showered you in gifts quite like Grimsley had. Money could be abundant with him before suddenly vanishing. His family had been an established, wealthy one. How unfortunate their descendant had been, someone like him.

Before you could reply, his face twisted into something serious. His hand grasped your wrist carefully and pulled you behind him. The other one went for his pokeballs. Part of you felt panicked. Was a dangerous pokemon behind you? A terrifying person? You quickly looked to see. No. It was not. Colress stood there, a bit bewildered. Had he come to find you? Probably. Grimsley glared at him coldly. That was about correct, you supposed. The man was an Elite Four member during both Team Plasma situations. Now, here was the previous boss of Team Plasma standing across from him. He probably was expecting the worst. His attempt to guard you was almost noble.

“… It is quite impolite to force someone behind you,” Colress was completely unfazed by the aggression from the dark-type trainer, “Can I ask that you return them?”

“Absolutely not,” Grimsley's words were careful, “Why do you want them?”

“They are my partner,” the scientist readjusted his glasses, “I was simply coming to spend some time with them since I had been busy with work and finally got a spare moment.”

Grimsley's poker face was a trained one, but you watched how he glanced at you to read your expression. Shock soon overtook his features when you only nodded in reply at Colress's words. His hand released your wrist as he turned fully to face you again. There were many unreadable things in his eyes. You could only wonder what thoughts were rushing through his head. Some vindictive part of you felt happy that you had finally made him feel something akin to what you had.

“You are aware of what he did to Opelucid, right?” the gambler was trying to convince you of something, “This is not exactly who I expected you to be with.” Colress seemed lost. You had not exactly mentioned your fling with the Elite Four member. It was not your proudest moment, and you had rather had forgotten. That was clearly impossible at this point.

“I'm aware,” you admitted, “He already has worked to make up for that. He no longer has any involvement in Team Plasma and is working as an independent researcher.”

Grimsley looked quite unimpressed. Colress stepped closer to you both. It seemed this situation would unfold whether you wanted it to or not. You tried to walk over to him, but the gambler caught you again. Something inside him clearly did not want you to stand by Colress's side. The scientist towered over him, though. He, too, was unimpressed by the actions happening. While he was not a jealous type (you often wondered if it were possible for him to even feel it), he could feel the animosity from Grimsley. You shook your head. A mess.

“Did I mess you up that badly?” the words from the dark-haired man had shocked you. What was he implying? “... I never thought you would run off to someone like that…” his pupils were shrunken, “What have I done…?” Offence ate at your heart. How dare he insinuate that anything he did led to you dating Colress. You certainly had not fallen for the blond to spite him or anyone else. There was just a natural charm to his honest nature. Colress never really hid anything. He was quite open — sometimes even at his own detriment.

“I'm dating Colress because he actually tells me most things,” you pulled your hand away and stood at the scientist's side, “Unlike somebody.” The scientist was lost again but placed a hand on your back. He had picked up on your past relations with Grimsley, at least. It was more than plain to see from your interactions and words.

“… I never lied to you,” he seemed offended, “I told you plainly that I was not the type to settle down.” He had not been. Those words echoed in your mind even now. You really had thought you managed to change him, though. That had not been the case. Part of you desperately had believed, still. You wanted to believe that you had changed him.

“Well, I am,” you replied simply and leaned into Colress's side, “I have, actually. I'm quite happy these days.” A bit of a blush actually bloomed on the blond's cheeks. His polite smile became something more genuine. Grimsley was utterly defeated by your words.

“… I guess… You were,” he nodded, seemingly lost in thought now. Before anything else could be said, he spoke again. “Ah, I'm supposed to be meeting a friend. If you'll pardon me,” he began to walk away towards the route nearby. You watched him leave.

You hated that a part of you still yearned for him. There was genuine love that you felt for him, but he had ruined everything by his own actions. Colress glanced at you with a raised brow.

“… That was my ex,” you explained simply, “Uh, he was not the best guy.”

Colress just nodded.

~

Somewhere, Grimsley sat alone on a beach. His eyes were unfocused as he felt his thoughts swirl within the mess of his brain. Coming to Alola, he had hoped to start anew. Seeing you, some strange hope had bloomed in his chest. Whatever things he had done in the past, he had wanted to apologise. One truly does not know a good thing until it was gone. You were long gone before he even had an inkling of what a good thing he had. The genuineness of you was always something that he adored. His error was entirely on his shoulders.

A finger drifted along in the black sands. His eyes closed. Why had he thought his luck had improved at all…? Of course, it had not. He was just a shell of a man to teach others what happened when you played the game. That was his role. The scent of the salty sea burned his nostrils. You had not changed a bit… He admired that about you. Was Colress really a better partner than him? The scientist was completely honest with you, apparently.

He opened his to stare at the setting sun.

Perhaps he could try again.

Or perhaps, it was best to give this one up.

He flipped his coin…

Fate would decide for him.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744485444227596288/currently-thinking-of-modern-tom-bennett-x-ethnic

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744674367584206849/i-so-wanna-write-a-modern-tom-bennetaemond

writing these two now.

the minute reader met tom, it was, tbh, hate at first sight. she liked his sister, louise, well enough. but him? that bastard was a bit unhinged! he drank. smoked. slept at the back of a pub. without a doubt, did not finish his education. well, people had their preferences but, it was not a good look for her. last, but not least, he was a playboy. all of those things that would warrant a series of red flags to reader and her family! hence, her resistance to him flirting with her.

but, alas, luck would be on tom's side. soon, reader received noticed that her grandmother was dying. the only wish her dying grandmother had was to see her granddaughter get married. reader, who had vehemently announced her refusal to get married due to a family trauma, decided to relent. tom, who has always genuinely loved her for an extremely long time, decided to volunteer, much to reader's chagrin. but then again, she didn't have much choice, due to the fact that she has scared off many potential suitors. so, she decided to accept his proposal.

it was a quiet and intimate wedding, filled with her family. reader only invited louise as a close friend but that was it. she had no friends to begin with. as well as doug.

much to reader's surprise, she enjoyed kissing tom when she said the words, "i do". tom could not help but smirk at her blushing against him.

but, of course, their marriage, initially, was not an easy one, as reader had to take care of her ailing grandmother. all of that, coupled with her grief, led her to become extremely emotionally exhausted. they did not go to their honeymoon, as reader wanted to spend as much time as possible with her grandmother.

tom, noticing what was happening, ended up helping her as much as he could. he would provide her with little cups of tea, as well as ensuring that the house was clean as well. he would also ensure that a blanket would be over her body to prevent her from shivering.

after her grandmother died, she broke down incredibly hard. tom, with no reservations, rushed to her and held her tight. he could not help but cry with her as well.

it wasn't until that the dust settled down, did reader have a reflection. she noticed the way that tom would always be there for her. the way he held her tight. the way he would ensure that the blanket was over her. the way he would ensure that her feet would always have socks on them whenever she was too tired to put them herself.

and that was when, out of boldness, she finally reached out to tom. it was in there bedroom. the lights were glowing and warm. tom looked at her. his gaze was incredibly intense. it was as if he knew what she wanted to do.

"are you going to do it, love?" he asked with a smirk.

and that was when she reached out and wrapped her arms him tightly. she could feel tom's arms wrapping around her before running his nose on the column of her throat, deeply inhaling her scent. he then trailed little pecks of kisses along the column of her throat. his lips then landed on her forehead, cheeks and her mouth. soft pecking noises filled the air, as well as their soft sighs of contentment. their hands then started exploring each other's curves, committing them to memory before slowly depriving each other of their clothing.

"you are beautiful, love," he whispered, as he weighted her breasts with his palms and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. wetness then seeped through her core, as she threw her head back and sighed softly at his constant ministrations of her tiny peaks.

with that, he then threw her on the bed before inserting his fingers inside her core. she threw her head back, as her series of moans and cries were captured in his mouth, before finally inserting himself inside her. it was painful, of course, with tom slowly kissing away her tears, before rocking gently inside her. soon, tension built up, before the two of them cried out their releases. the two of them then slept their arms and limbs wrapped around each other.

"question, tom, did my grandma actually made a deal with you to marry me?" reader asked the next day.

"uhhhhhh..........no comment".

"you did, didn't you?!"

💗

[typicalopposite]

okay becz here's my ficlet friday prompt plz

But thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly (Whatdya Want From Me - Adam Lambert) - southern philanthropy plz :)

Melz what have you created! *looks at the ficlet that very much got deeper than I intended…* a monster… that’s what! :)

~~~

Pez prided himself on being a playboy. He would flirt around, often leading to him sleeping around. It was fun, inviting all these different partners into his lavish lifestyle; full of luxury and fancy alcohol and even fancier hotel rooms.

But then he met Liam. Suddenly the playboy lifestyle was no longer so enticing… Suddenly simple dates—a movie, a picnic, a walk in the park— were his idea of fun. Liam didn’t need, nor did he care about, Pez’s riches… he only cared about him.

There was certainly something about that good Ol’ southern hospitality; he sees why Henry was so quickly whipped by his own Texan. “You good, darlin’?” Liam asks, lowering himself down to sit on Pez’s lap. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about.”

“You,” Pez admits, wrapping his arms around Liam.

Liam smiles, a blush tinting his tanned cheeks. “Good things?”

“The best things,” Pez laughs, kissing along Liam’s jaw. “Like how happy you make me…” he says, smiling into Liam’s skin as he moves to his neck. “And how good you are to me.”

Liam sighs, tilting his head to help Pez continue with his ministrations. “Well… you deserve it, and I love you.”

He leans up to kiss Liam; he doesn’t deserve this amazing man in his arms… but thanks for loving me, he thinks. Cause you’re doing it perfectly.

“I love you too,” he says against Liam’s lips, before kissing them again.

[brucediana]

Bruce locks Diana’s hands into those shackles Vandal Savage put her in in ‘Maid of Honour,’ pulls off his top to expose his broad, heaving chest, then kisses Diana passionately, fondling her thighs and her bum, then eases down her starry bikini panties. How does Diana react?

Well, first of all, thanks for sending an ask to me, @theknightofivanhoe It has been a while since I received one and sorry it took me a while to reply.

How does Diana react, you ask? How about a full-blown fanfic.

Batman had wanted to try something for a long time. She had been the one to lead them in their passionate nights, but he wanted something different this time. Wonder Woman stood in front of him with her regal presence emanated in the room.

He had recreated the same cell that she had been imprisoned when Vandal Savage had captured her. It was a fantasy of his to have her in shackles and be in control of her.

He walked towards her. With every forward step he took, she took a step back until she was backed up against the wall. She looked up and before she could blink, he had shackled both her wrists up.

Diana licked her lips at the sight of him taking off the top of his suit, revealing his perfectly chiseled, glistening sweat. He pulled off his gloves and threw them somewhere across the room. He had left his cowl on and had that playboy smirk dancing upon his lips. She pouted at him and all she got from him was that sly smirk.

He proceeded to tease her with his callous hand until it rested behind her rump. She gasped when he slapped and squeezed it so hard that it echoed throughout the dingy cell.

Bruce moved closer, and cupped her cheek, and softly kissed her lips, but before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled away. His hands continued to roam down her long flawless legs. He always loved the feeling of them wrapped around his waist.

She watched him travel fiery kisses downwards, his hand rubbing her rump. She let out small moans of delight. His hand drifted to the hem of her panties and slowly slipped them down until they pooled at her feet.

Diana could feel his hot breath against her awaiting mound, wondering what he was going to do next. He looked up at her and she knew behind those opaque lenses, she could feel his desire piercing through.

"Gods, Bruce," She shuddered between clenches teeth when he began to tease her clit. He could feel his tongue work his magic. Whenever she tried to wriggle free, he would stop and stare at her. "Stop moving or I'll stop," he spoke in his usual Batman tone and gods, that stirred the fire in her even more.

They both knew she had the strength to break free from being bounded, but she somehow had wanted Bruce to continue the torture.

Bruce kneeled and lifted her legs, letting them rest on his broad shoulders. His hands wrapped around her thighs, drawing her hips closer to him. He kissed her mound and began to work his tongue again.

Diana wished she could pull back his cowl so she could see his face. She threw her head back and gasped as his cunning tongue slipped in and out, circling back and forth. Her hands tightened into fists. Gods, Bruce was torturing her and she loved every second of it.

Diana could feel her climax building up inside her, a fire that only Bruce could ignite. She murmured his name like a prayer. That urged Bruce to continue his minstrations. She could feel the vibrations of his groans and moans against her mound. He licked and sucked her sweet spot, knowing already how to bring her to climax.

Diana jerked her hips closer to him, trying her best not to put too much of her strength. The shackles began to loosen as continued to struggle under his spell. Her moans grew louder and louder.

"Bruce." He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes beaming into hers without ever stopping his ministrations. "Please."

Bruce stood up and pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect length. He grabbed her legs again and wrapped them around his waist. He rested his hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb against her trembling lower lip. His eyes never tore away from her as he slowly fully entered her. She gasped at the feel of him finally inside her. Diana seized the opportunity to reach for him and pulled off his cowl, revealing his handsome face.

Then, he jerked his hips forward, Diana let out a loud gasp. He chuckled and continued to thrust inside her in a slow pace. "Faster," she whispered against her ear before licking the lobe. He obliged her by thrusting faster and faster. Her fingers curled into his sweaty hair and pulled him in a for a searing kiss.

Gods, she felt another buildup of her climax. "Harder," She screamed as she tilted her head back. Bruce rested his head on the crook of her neck, gasping out heaves of breaths as he obliged her with her request.

"Fuck," Diana heard him grunt against her skin. "Bruce," she screamed his name as her climax rushed all over her body. "That's right, Princess. Fuck Bruce."

Bruce captured her lips, muffling his groans as he followed her to climax. Diana broke the chains in one tug and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let out a sigh as she rested her forehead against his.

"You never cease to amaze me, Bruce." She said before placing a quick kiss on his lips. "It is the Knight's duty to please his Princess."

Noticing they were both sweaty from their heated encounter, Bruce asked, "Round two, perhaps?"

Diana brushed her thumb against his flushed cheek, "Best of three, but only if I get to tie you up this time."

[jloisse]

Schiappa dans Playboy, Dussopt dans Têtu, Macron dans Pif Gadget

🗣️Henri Guaino: "Tout ça est malsain, dérangeant et ne fait qu'abîmer les institutions. Ces gens sont ministres et l'un est président de la République ! Il y a une forme de provocation, de mépris !"

[zeeroweenies]

put a spell on you

ft. hakkai

cw ✿ blowjob ; sneaking around ; drugs → weed ; dry humping ; heavy kissing/petting ; tiddy sucking ; playboy hakkai n his lil bimbo ; minors don’t read/interact or blocked.

visuals - x x IGHT we gone try this again 🙏🏾 t*mblr you better put my shit in the mf tags bitch i’m not playing with yo ass

If there was one thing about the Shiba siblings, they threw wicked fucking parties; a house as huge as theirs was perfect for the complete ragers they hosted, crowds coming in at the hundreds just to be able to day they went. Most times people would have to get rolled out on a stretcher from how wild they got. Nevertheless, it was always the place you wanted to be, you couldn’t miss it. This one was no different, the theme for the function lining up with Halloween.

God, it was loud too. Being an uproar of explicit music blasting through the speakers, warm bodies grinding on top of one another, and colorful strobe lights that could damn near blind someone if they looked directly at them. You and Yuzuha were broken off from the sea of bodies and found solace in her kitchen, making small talk and stirring some bubbly alcoholic concoction poured in a plastic red cup, occasionally having to chase off some loser who’d come up and try to bag your number for cool points.

There were only ever three things going on at a party thrown in the Shiba household: drinking until you black out, smoking until you’re higher than the moon, and fucking until daybreak when the party’s been well over. And there was only one person you had your eye on fucking, and that was Hakkai. Though you hated that he made you have to sneak around like some cheap booty call, keeping the status of your “relationship” under wraps from everyone in both of your respective friend groups. But you still let him pull you away when he called for you, giving you the usual tick of his indigo colored low-cut that reminded you just what you came here to do, both of you slithering away with excuses of having to use the bathroom.

And it was no surprise when you two ended up back in his room and away from the flock of people, your legs placed on either side of Hakkai’s lap with your perfectly manicured nails scratching eagerly at the nape of his neck and lips smashed together in messy kisses that left you both breathless. He couldn’t even keep up with the pace you were going, little mewls and tiny gasps that left rushes of heat against his mouth, cunt involuntarily sliding back and forth to grind down on the tent in his pants.

“Baby, slow down.”

It’s like you’re not even listening to him, instead using the opportunity to slip past his sweet lips that made you moan lowly from how good his tongue tasted, feeling his hands all over your ass as he squeezed and smacked the soft flesh to gain your obviously occupied attention, making you meet his deep indigo eyes with a whine. “Wanna fuck,” your hips still move with his despite the thumb pinching down on it in attempt to stop your ministrations. “You always wanna fuck, that the only thing you got up there?”

“Please, Kai.” The pupils of your eyes larger than saucers. ‘Stop being so mean,’ you wanted to say, but you knew in the end that wouldn’t get you what you wanted. If Hakkai wanted to give you something he’d do it, but he’d do it on his own terms. And judging from how stingy he is with his dick, being a brat is only going to make your expectations go in the opposite direction.

“What’s up with this outfit,” his gaze lowered to the skimpy costume that clings to the curves of your figure, further ignoring your pleas to see just how flustered you’d get. Something about the playful smirk that lingered on his features just moments before made you think he was doing this on purpose.

His thick fingers eventually found the tops of the vinyl bodysuit in seconds, eyes glazing over from the weight of your tits in his hands that came spilling out of your top, taking pleasure in squeezing one firmly in his palm while swirling one of your nipples that was already hardened from the cool air of the room in his mouth. “Your tits are all out, I don’t want anyone seein’ my girls but me.”

“I wanted to impress you, you don’t like it?”

“Yeah, but you look like a little slut. Who’re you tryin’ to look good for, huh?” His sentence carried a joking tone, a small smirk making the scar on his lip stretch, but it only made your lips form the poutiest pout you could give, and Hakkai swore he saw the ears of the bunny-eared headband you wore slowly wilt. “Don’t call me names, Kai.”

Hakkai knew you were sensitive and sometimes he forgot, forgot how you could make the biggest deal out of even the tiniest things just because it hurt your little feelings. Still, he never wanted to see a pout on your pretty face, even if you weren’t actually dating, and especially if he was the one who put it there. “M’sorry baby, I’m sorry.” The softness of his lips on your chest influences a horde of butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and your pussy. “Just don’t want anybody lookin’ at my girl like that, that’s all.”

“M’not your girl, remember.”

The sound of your voice holds a slight edge to it, as if you were talking back. Were you getting smart with him? Nah, you couldn’t be, you never were all that bright to begin with. Perhaps you let your words slip, forgotten who you’re talking to. He knows how much power in what’s below his belt has over you, and you won’t do anything to compromise that.

“Keep it up, and you’re not getting any dick tonight.”

The implication alone made you tighten up in response, pouring out apologies in an instant with the sulky pout on your lips long gone and replaced with furrowed brows as you palmed his half-hard dick through his pants. “M’really sorry Kai… just wanted to sit on your cock,” You made an effort to sweeten your tone towards him, managing the most innocent eyes you could. “Can I sit on it… please?”

The boisterous music pouring into the cracks of the door beat through his chest, almost as heavy as the weight of your words that has his blood rushing downwards and making his cock throb. Hakkai wasn’t used to this. He’s a… ‘hit it and quit it’ kinda guy, it’s been like that ever since he started college.

He’s never been too good with the ladies growing up, he could barely even speak two words to a girl without pissing his pants or running away like some weirdo freak. But that all changed when college rolled around, girls practically flocked to him and it made his ego inflate, he broke out of his shell and soon became the ladies man around campus. He was dicking down a new bitch every other night, and no one could tell him shit now. He was, in every sense, the shit.

It seems you had other plans, though. Hakkai’s made it clear to you on multiple occasions that he’s not looking for anything ‘serious’ right now, under the impression you’d just be a quick fuck to get his rocks off like every other girl that strolled in and out of his house never to be seen again. Until you were staying around longer than usual— leaving him to wake up with you cozily nestled up under him every morning when you should’ve been gone. Hakkai should’ve kicked you to the curb a long time ago, but he can’t seem to figure out why. Maybe it’s because you’re dumber than a box of rocks with lips that look like they’ve never gone a day without lipgloss, and a pussy that makes it hard for him to successfully pull out sometimes.

Even as he stares at you right now, he can’t help the contentment that manifests into a smile at how you’re like putty in his lap. “You wanna ride my dick?” He slides the serial killer mask that sits on the top of his forehead to hang off of his neck, big hands sliding down until they grip your ass, fingers using their strength to shred your tights from the back. The air is filled with a tearing sound, a barely audible one that makes you keen. “How bad do you want it?”

The nerves in your body are responsive as your mouth is, not caring that he ripped your tights to shreds because it makes your core ache and your thighs clench on his lap, voice as needy and desperate as it always is. “So bad, Kai, so so bad.”

Good god.

His dick soon comes free from the confines of his costume, standing tall and making your eyes glaze over when they fall back to him, an expression on your made-up features that practically says, ‘Can I?’

“Go on and sit on it, show me why I keep you around.”

The seat of your bodysuit is moved to the side with the quickness as you take hold of Hakkai’s hardened cock, the lack of panties you had simply forgotten to wear giving you easy access to slip him inside.

You were so wet, slick coating your shaky thighs and the glistening head of Hakkai’s cock that you didn’t expect him to slide in so quickly, slowly stretching the entrance of your hole as your puffy lips struggled to spread around him. “It won’t fit,” a cry of frustration tumbles from your pouty lips, the pain that the blunt tip of his cock leaves eased by the wet, dizzying kisses he traces on your neck and chest.

“It’ll fit,” he mumbles into the valley of your soft tits, thumb easing quiet circles onto your swollen clit to quell your tiny sobs. “Keep goin’, you can take it.”

Nine. That’s how many inches Hakkai’s cock is. And you take all of them like you always do, crying into his shoulder with tears stinging the backs of your sockets as he guides you with two gentle hands at your sides, pussy sucking his cock in inch by inch.

“Oh my god, Kai,” You gasp. “Too, you’re too—”

“Big?” You can feel him smile against your mouth, pecking your lips as your clit reaches his base. He’s all the way inside. “I know, you can do it baby, make me proud.”

“I can’t,” you’re incoherent, the fullness alone has you stuttering and shaking your head with your acrylics weakly clawing into his flesh. The grit of his voice in your ear sends a wave of pleasure down your spine as he presses his thumb a little too harshly into your hip. “You wanna cum, work for it.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get your little crybaby act together and do what he tells you to. You always do, after all. Slowly dragging your hips up and down as your walls finally began to accommodate his thickness, relaxing around him with heavy pants and slow rubs to your clit that helped relieve the ache between your center and began to increase your pace.

The air was heavy and thick with lust and marijuana smoke, presumably from the blunt Hakkai had lit way before he called you up to his room. He leaned back onto both of his elbows, taking occasional drags from the joint that took on an ashen and burnt orange color at the end where it was lit, eyes glimmering with desire watching you bounce on his cock. “God, fuck, just like that.”

“Like this?” You make an effort to roll your hips into his, hands planted on his midsection to steady yourself. “I’m doing good?”

A groan buries itself at the base of his throat, “So good, gonna make me fucking cum, shit,”

The ears of your headband bounce with your movements, tits jiggling and your cunt leaving behind a transparent white layer of cream around his entire length, you swear you can almost feel him in your tummy too. “You feel so good inside me, you’re so deep, Kai,” a breathless whimper escapes your lungs, the feeling of sweet pleasure building up in your core whenever you feel his tip hit your soft spot, hole slightly pulsing and tightening.

“I feel it… m’gonna, let me cum, p-please,”

Hakkai at last sits up, both hands encompassing the base of your throat and lightly pressing on it making your head spin, bloodshot eyes lidded and glazed over from his high. “Cum hard as you can for me.”

All of your senses tune out and all you can feel is the sweetness of your orgasm when he says so, wetting his and your thighs with your slick as you spasm around his cock, drenching him in cum as your lips part wide and chant out something of “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as you ride out your high as long as you can.

You look so pretty to him, all fucked out and crying on his cock with tears soaking those pretty falsies right off your lash line. So pliant, and he’s not sure if it’s him or the Halloween spirit that makes you so docile to him but he doesn’t care, he feels fucking powerful. You’re obedient. Just like he trained you.

The latex knee high boots you decided to wear settle on the ground the second he tells you to get on your fucking knees, the cool polished marble bruising up your sore shins as your hole leaks the previous loads he’s already fucked into your cunt, dainty hands resting between the softness of his thighs where his legs are parted to stroke his cock in front of you.

“Got some more since you want it so bad, you hungry?” A smirk befalls his handsome features when you nod your head like a greedy slut, not even having to tell you to open up before your mouth is licking the underside of his dick, eliciting a hiss from its sensitivity of already cumming before. Not too long after he’s shooting another load inside of you, but this time it’s down your throat instead of your pussy.

Coating your taste buds in bitter-sweetness that has your head empty and eyes shining in adoration. “Got manners?” He tugs you in close by your bow-tie, a lazy smile pulling at the sides of your once glossy lips as white cream leaks from the sides of your mouth.

“Thank you, Kai.”

[quillsanddaydreams]

dating sirius

sirius black x reader

—author's note: You have no idea how happy I was to write this fluffy little piece. I’m gonna be honest, it’s more for myself than anyone else and you can see my love for Sirius here. So what does dating Sirius include?

—warning(s): mentions of food, there are some sexual headcanons but those combined at the end and are given a head’s up at the beginning. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 864

→ Okay, so I think we can all agree on the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t do “relationships”. He prefers casual flings to commitment. But you— you are different to him. Maybe because of the fact that people don’t stay long enough to get to know him, actually form a connection rather than simple attraction. You however, you knew him. Sirius was close to you before you even started to date, and you meant a lot to him. He didn’t want to lose you.

→ It happens slowly, how he realizes that he actually likes you. What he has with you cannot be just friendship. Not when he wants to kiss you so bad. So he does what any mature person in his place would do— he hides his new found feelings. While you cannot understand why he is acting so weird, Sirius has a hard time trying to curb his emotions. The marauders eventually get frustrated by his state and make him confess everything to you. Playboy of the century gets flustered when you just cradle his face and kiss him in return. He did not expect that, he was ready to hear that his feelings were not reciprocated.

→ The two of you start dating after, keeping your relationship quiet until Sirius is ready for it. The other marauders tease him endlessly seeing the lovesick fool you made him. You could ask for anything and he would try to get it for you. “Cheesy” wasn’t something you would call your relationship, but anyone could see just how much you two adored each other. It wasn’t long before everyone knew about the two of you. Apparently, people knew Sirius was whipped for you even before you started dating. He would take you on casual dates maybe long bike rides, trip to the nearest pizzeria or just having fun at a local arcade.

→ Sirius loves to touch you. Not necessarily in a sexual way— maybe just holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing you out of the blue. It still surprises him, the fact that he is really dating someone, that he is dating you. He values all the affection the two of you exchange. Especially when you hold him in a way that says, ‘I care for you’. It makes him soft. You knew he wasn’t much of a cuddler but he loves to simply lay his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair or maybe you just placing your head on his shoulder after a long day.

→ I think Sirius as a boyfriend believes in actions rather than words, maybe because expressing his feelings has never been his strong forte. So he’ll take care of you in small ways that people would usually look over. He’ll save some food when you’re late so you can quietly eat it at the back of the class. He would help you relax or distract you after you work for long hours, try and cook for you even though he doesn’t know how— just to see the smile on your face. He isn’t afraid to get up and help you whenever possible. Gifts from him would have more meaning than worth and would never fail to tear you up because he remembered a tiny detail about you! Sirius would then probably shrug it off as nothing but fail to not smile when you pepper him with kisses and hugs.

→ Protectiveness is something that comes to Sirius naturally. He hates to see you hurt and somewhere deep down he just feels that he loves you and needs to protect you. It’s one of things love mean for him. He would transform into padfoot whenever he sees you hurt. You would spend hours playing with him in his dog form. Sirius would demand scratches from you, whining when he wouldn’t get much attention. He was every embodiment of a man-child.

Coming onto nsfw-ish headcanons:

→ Sirius would definitely be the first one to initiate sexual intimacy. Sliding his hand on your thigh a little higher, kissing more heatedly, leaving lingering touches that make you warmer. It’s up to you to take it further, he’s ready to wait for as long as you need. Your first time is a makeout session turning into something more. He starts slow, taking his sweet time leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere he could, biting and teasing you. You’re desperate for a release by the time he’s done with his ministrations. Knowing Sirius— it’s needless to say, you both are well satisfied and spent by the end.

→ After that, you two are pretty much insatiable— making for all the time you wasted. It’s not rare that Sirius would be seeing sneaking with you into his room. Kissing often lead to heavy makeout sessions which evolved you having sex. Sirius got immensely turned on if you pulled or tugged at his hair or kissed and sucked his neck. He loved everything about you and his eyes would get impossibly darker every time he saw you naked. His eyes would rake through your body and you couldn’t help but feel the most beautiful person in the world.

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[divina-yae]

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗍. 𝖲𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈𝗁

❥𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

▸ A/N Just a little idea that was stuck in my head that somehow turned into 1.3k words.

Managing the Seijoh boy’s volleyball club was by no means an easy task, you knew such would be the case coming in. Along with your expected duties, you were also tasked with wrangling the boys. Between the third years and Kyōtani, you definitely had your work cut out for you.

Like today for example. Oikawa’s fan girls had followed him to practice, and instead of dismissing them, the playboy idiot was instead entertaining them. For twenty minutes you and some of the others had desperately tried to herd them out of the gym, but to no avail.

It wasn’t until you raised your voice at them and shoved Oikawa out of the way that they finally dispersed. Watari, Kunimi, Kindaichi, and Yahaba, who were all stuck outside due to the mob, nearly got trampled by the exiting girls.

Oikawa, now on the receiving end of your anger, was complaining that you were just giving him shit.

“Yeah, I’m giving you shit! Practice has been delayed for nearly half an hour! Four of your teammates were practically trampled and Iwa looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel!” You exclaimed, gesturing behind him to the furious third year.

Oikawa blanched, not daring to turn and meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. “Aw, don’t be like that, Manager-chan,” he cooed, “I promise it won’t happen again!”

“Damn straight! Do you know how much work-” Oikawa’s hand patting your head cut you off abruptly. You paused, slightly confused, as your shoulders relaxed and your scowl softened to a small frown.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). It won’t happen again, okay?” You pursed your lips, your anger leaving you. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go warm up.” The captain grinned slyly before ruffling your hair and running off.

Unbeknownst to you, the other third years had observed the interaction, stunned at how easily you had given up your anger. And as soon as Oikawa had given you headpats, nevertheless…

The second time it happened, you weren’t angry, but you weren’t in a good mood, nonetheless. A pop quiz had, obviously, caught you by surprise, and although you didn’t fail, you certainly hadn’t achieved any scores you were proud of.

The disappointment had carried throughout the day and was affecting your mood during practice. It didn’t take long for the boys to take notice of your dejected demeanor, especially since they were used to your wide smiles and consistent encouragement. Frankly, it had them more than a bit worried.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

You turned to Mattsun and Makki, your eyebrow raised. Any other day, you’d find their antics amusing, but today you just wanted to get out of here so you could sleep off your slump. Still, you forced a smile on your face for their benefit.

“Hey, guys. Need help with something?” Mattsun’s eyes narrowed and suddenly his face was directly in front of yours. “Are you okay?” You stumbled back, startled. “Um, y-yeah… just been a long day,” you muttered.

“Hmm… are you sure? Do you need anything?” You simply blinked, not quite being able to decipher Makki’s tone. “...What? Uh, no…” Matsukawa grinned before tugging you to his chest.

You yelped at the abruptness, but the sound died on your tongue when a hand landed on your head. You peaked past Issei’s chest and saw Makki carefully patting your hand. “Just relax, (Y/N)!” Takahiro exclaimed, sounding awfully proud of himself.

“Yeah, this is nice, right?” Issei added. You nodded, relaxing as told. “Yeah… it’s nice.”

And it was, despite its unconventionality.

“Are you sure you don’t need help? It’s really not a big deal, (Y/N)?” Iwaizumi was standing behind you, arms crossed as he watched you pretty much climb a tall shelf to grab a roll of bandages from the top.

“(Y/N), please. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself-” Your fingertips grazed the bandages and you beamed. “Got it, Iwa! See, I’m fine-!” You stepped down, but the roll caught on a book, bringing it down with you.

It seemed to fall towards you in slow motion, but all too quickly the spine was landing on your forehead. “Ouch, shit!” Iwaizumi rushed towards you, crouching beside you, concern clouding his face.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?!” You rubbed your head, trying to soothe the pain, but to no avail. “It hurts, Iwa,” You whispered, embarrassed. Instead of responding with an ‘I told you so’, he sat beside you, his hand coming under your chin.

He tilted your face from side to side, presumably looking for a mark. “There’s a small bruise, but ice should help,” He stated, sighing. You nodded, a weak smile on your face. “Thanks, Iwa.” He returned your smile before hesitating a little.

You watched as his hand slowly reached towards you, already having an inkling of what he was attempting to do. A small smile pulled at your lips as he proceeded to pat your head, in what he clearly hoped was a soothing gesture.

You offered him a smile for his efforts and you could see him visibly relax. “So… headpats?” He questioned, withdrawing his hand.

You chuckled, sheepishly, shrugging. “I guess. I didn’t realize how calming they were until Oikawa did it. Iwaizumi huffed, amused as he stood and extended a hand to you.

“Let’s go get you some ice, yeah?”

“Aww, c’mon sweets! We’ll have fun, I promise! If, for some reason, you don’t, you can leave at any time! What do you say, my house after the game?”

You picked up your pace, weaving in between people, desperately trying to lose the persistent stranger. It was more than a little difficult to shake him, however, seeing that you were in a only semi-crowded hallway at a school you’d never been to before.

“I already know that I won’t have fun, so how about we stop wasting each other’s time?” You called back, desperately. Your pursuer was gaining and you felt your stomach drop as he reached out to you.

In your panic, you didn’t notice the turquoise and white jersey in front of you until you were crashing into it. You fell back harshly, but a hand caught your wrist, hauling you back up. “What the hell is going on?”

Never in your life had you been so relieved to see Kyōtani and his pissed off expression. You thanked whoever up top had been listening to your desperate semi prayers and tried to move away from the stranger. Another hand, however, stopped you in your tracks and pulled you backwards.

A short scream left your lips as you were all but yanked into the boys’ arms, despite your struggles. “It’s none of your business, but I was just talking to the pretty lady,” He snarked, further upsetting Kyōtani.

Kyōtani growled, not even hesitating before brutally shoving the other boy to the ground. “It is when you’re fucking with my manager. Get lost.” After seeing feral expression on the faux blonde’s face, he didn’t waste a minute, instead scurrying away.

You sighed in relief, beyond happy he was gone. “Thank you, Kyo, I don’t know how much longer I could’ve held him off,” You murmured, hugging yourself.

The spiker grunted, looking away. “Stay with us next time. Are… you okay, or whatever?” You shrugged weakly, your gaze falling to his hand.

As much as Kyōtani was the last person you’d want to ask for any kind of physical affection from him, you were more than a little desperate for something familiar to calm your nerves.

Wordlessly, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your head. For a moment, Kyōtani did nothing except blink in shock at your forwardness, but your expectant gaze spurred him on. Somewhat awkwardly, he complied, averting his gaze in a (failed) attempt to hide the pink tint coloring his cheeks from you.

“Is this going to be a thing or something?” He muttered, lowly, still not having stopped his ministrations. You smiled fondly, thinking over the boy’s previous behavior over the last week and a half.

“I hope so, Kyo. It’s… nice.”

And it was.

[cherry-gemz]

Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

[crybabykiko]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/23

bet on it

Pegging: Nishinoya Yū x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none really, just pegging the best boy

Word Count: 973

A/N: Happy belated birthday to my mf baby. Peg Noya 2020. That is all. It’s what he deserves- also this will be a VERY self-indulgent ktober prompt for me... not sorry.

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“Happy birthday, playboy,” you teasingly hum, posing in the doorway of your bedroom. Nishinoya’s gaze upon your figure has never been uncommon; even before you’d gotten together, you’d always see him staring at you. And now here they were, huge and brown, in the familiar gaze that always allured you. While your bedroom was dark, the soft glow of the two candles in the windowsill illuminated him just enough to be able to stare back.

He was unmoving, but his eyes scanned your figure as you crawled onto the bed. The hair on his skin was standing on end as you took up his face in your hands, offering him a warm, loving smile.

“Cat got your tongue, Nishi?”

“N-no,” he stuttered. “I- it's just- you…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, causing him to inhale sharply.

“You’re so perfect.” He always thought that of you.

“Go ahead,” you cooed. “Tell me what you want then, baby.” Your hand trailed down to the bulge in his boxers, cock twitching under your touch as your fingers traced his outline. He moaned into the crook of your neck, eagerly nodding as his own hands reached for the red plastic strap you were wearing, his personal birthday gift from you. He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend to be honest. Always willing to give just as much to him as he gave to you.

“Please, Y/N… just, do it already,” he managed to choke out. He was already rock hard, and you’d barely even touched him. You pushed him off of you, getting up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube you’d gotten the day before.

“Go. All fours, baby boy-“ you directed, pumping your now sticky hand across the plastic. Nishinoya nearly ripped his boxers from his body, scrambling into position on the bed, bracing himself.

“Ass in the air just like I like it- I love you so much, Nishi. Always so good for me.”

You teased around him for a moment, tickling his back to ease the split seconds of pain he felt as you settled inside of him. His back arched at the feeling of being full, each and every muscle in his body tensing and then slowly relaxing as you fully bottomed out. A desperate wail came from his throat as he bit down on the pillow in front of him.

“So good.” You repeated your praise, soothing Noya by rubbing circles into his back as you started to move.

He loved the feeling of being torn apart by you. His punctuated whines and groans filled the room with confirmation as you relentlessly pounded into his ass. His own cock was painfully hard, slapping against his abdomen with each of your thrusts.

“Y/N, fuck, Y/N, Y/N,” he chanted your name like a mantra, eyes going crossed as he dipped his head back down onto the mound of pillows.

“Look up at me, baby,” you purred, hand reaching down to his length, wrapping your fingers around it and slowly twisting your wrists.

Nishinoya’s body shot up, dangerously low eyes meeting yours. He could barely keep them open as his mouth formed a little ‘o’, drool starting to roll out of the sides of his mouth. He tried so hard to moan, to yell, to make any noise he could get out. You simply nodded at him: so cute, so fucked out on your pretty plastic cock.

“I know, pretty boy. I know.” Your wrist twisted a bit faster as you jerked him off, pushing away the dirty blond and chocolate brown bits of hair sticking to his sweat-riddled forehead with your free hand.

“Such a pretty fucked-out face, Nishi,” you cooed, feeling him twitching in your hand. He was close. You craned your neck down to his ear, delivering one particularly rough thrust before pausing.

“Make a wish, my love.”

You started to jackhammer into him, hand speeding up its ministrations on his cock as he started to chant a cacophony of moans and curses. With one final cry of your name, you felt his hot and sticky cum start to dribble down your hand as it spurted in front of you. Your hips rolled to a stop, and you gently pulled out as he panted, pulling you into his arms to hold you to his chest.

“I fucking love you,” he groaned, voice hoarse from all the strain it had just undergone. There was a small kiss to your forehead, then your nose, finally resting on your lips.

“Love you too baby. Happy birthday.”

You laid there for a moment, tracing hearts into his chest with your fingertips. Your eyes were starting to flutter closed for a nap when you felt him move from his spot, lips attaching to your neck and a hand already working to unclasp your bra.

“Baby what’re you-“ he pressed a finger to your lips, teeth sinking into the soft spot on your neck- the one that always made your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

“Mhm, I wished that I could make you cum just as hard as you just made me,” he mumbled against your skin, nipping the spot yet again- this time a soft mon escaped your lips.

“Is that right?” Your eyes rolled back as you mouthed your response, familiar heat rising against your skin as a light tingle brewed up at your core.

“You know that if you tell what you wished for it won’t come true right?” You teased.

“I dunno, baby, I just- have a feeling that this one will,” Nishinoya hummed, already starting to tug at the waistband of your panties, snaking a hand inside to tap a finger at your clit. He looked up at you again, loving eyes seeking approval.

“I bet you do,” you replied, eyes darkening.

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[stevesharrlngtons]

adam, carved from the rib of eve.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: godfrey industries throws a party in the honor of their new ceo. roman is less than thrilled to be attending, but at least he has you. 

word count: 3.4k (a shortie)

a/n: i am such a slut for the “i hate everyone but you” trope as you can probably tell and that’s basically this fic lol. i ended up not loving the ending to this, but i like the beginning so i’m posting it anyways lol

Roman’s hand hadn’t left the small of your back for hours. His fingers widened and drummed and stroked and squeezed you through the slinky fabric of your dress, to both soothe himself and to keep you intune with his moods throughout the evening. His nails would probe into your skin when someone would approach him that he disliked, telling you with his fingertips of his distaste. Leaving small crescents in your dress and the smooth skin underneath kept him from showing his true loathing for an employee on his face. At certain points during the evening, you were worried that Roman would draw blood from his ministrations, fearing little lines of crimson would blot your dress and force you to tie his suit jacket around his waist like some midwestern mother. During these moments, you’d reach out to stroke his lapel or lean your temple to his shoulder in a show of affection and warning. Roman would ease his prodding and smooth his fingertips over his marks in sweet apology. 

Tonight was a big night for Roman. Tonight was the night that he was being officially inducted as the new CEO of Godfrey Industries. Large posters had been unrolled from the ceiling that pictured his signature pout and chilling glare; a slideshow that was being projected on a far wall of the rented ballroom showed pictures of Roman, Pryce and JR; napkins were leafed across tables with a congratulation message for Roman’s succession. Tonight was a momentous night in the history of The White Tower and the Godfrey legacy, and Roman was miserable. 

He hated that everyone wanted to talk about his father and Norman and his mother and Pryce and what he would do for the company in the future. He hated that he had to put on a neutral face and hob knob with men and women he deemed to be serfs and peasants. He hated that men eyed you up and down and women tried to grope him and he hated that anyone thought they were worthy of your combined presence. If either of you were forced to shake another hand he’d blow his brains out (hyperbole, unfortunately, because he could see a fat man with a wet upper lip approaching him).

But, he thanked whatever higher power that was out there that you were by his side, looking gorgeous and regal and supportive. Roman Godfrey said a silent thank you to every God his mind could name that you loved him and he loved you back, because he could not fathom attending this party without you. Without you smiling when he couldn’t conceal his hatred, without you lightening the mood with sweet anecdotes and pretending to look interested when his employees talked to you. 

You nodded and hummed and asked thoughtful follow up questions that left the impression on his lessers that Roman Godfrey and his girlfriend were good people; the kind of people who cared about the lives of their workers. He would be utterly lost without you, a thought that crossed his mind every time he glanced down at you, huddled into his side with a glass of champagne cradled in your dainty hand. 

Well, that and how much he wanted to fuck your brains out when you both returned home. You looked down right delicious in your evening gown.

Unfortunately when there is a party thrown in your honor, people are interested in talking to you. Soaking up your presence without any regard for how the honoree might feel. The mouth breathing attendees wrapped in their rented Men’s Wearhouse tuxedos didn’t care that Roman just wanted one minute alone to cozy up to his girl, as they formed a line to congratulate him and try to perform for him as a way to prove their keep. Little did they know they were just doing the opposite, only fueling his ire for them. Thankfully, the line had diminished for the first time that evening, leaving you and Roman to your own devices by the bar. 

“Thank fucking God,” Roman murmured as he order a bourbon and another glass of champagne for you. 

“Just try to grin and bear it. We can leave in an hour.” You reply, squeezing his hand that still resided near your backside. 

He groaned, “An hour?” 

“Yes, an hour. This party is for you. You don’t want to seem ungrateful or stuck up.” 

The bartender placed your drinks in front of each of you. Roman took his quickly and took a long pull from the glass. 

“You my PR director now?” He muses. 

“Hell yes I am, and you better be thankful,” You say, quite matter a factly, “I make you look good, approachable, the boy next door. Not the playboy who snorts coke off of hookers tits. I am the Persephone to your Hades. And people love it.” 

Roman chuckles, “I can’t say I don’t like that comparison.” 

You smile at him over the rim of your glass. Roman takes a drink from his own glasses and swallows thickly before speaking again.

“You know I am thankful for you, right?” 

Your grin softens at the uncharacteristic confession and you place your glass back on the bar so you can cozy up to him, “I’m thankful for you, too.” 

Roman stared down at you, love and appreciation pooling in his green eyes as his hand loops around you to link with his other. You place both hands on his chest and kiss his chin chastley as Roman melts into your embrace. You make him feel so needy and weak in a way he had always chased away and feared. But you made him love it, revel in it, look forward to the feeling. Though, it made his guard fall, you and your sweet kisses and sweeter touches, and right now, while he was in a room full of judgmental employees that he was trying to make see him as their alpha, probably wasn’t the best time for him to be turning to honey and sun shining warmth. 

Luckily (or not so luckily) the haze you two were in was broken by an onlooker. 

“I believe congratulations are in order.” 

Roman’s glare hardens within seconds as he looks away from you to Pryce, who stands behind you, hands clasped behind his back. 

“I don’t need them.” Roman replies, letting you untangle yourself from him. 

“Well, I offer my sincere pride and happiness for you, anyway.” Pryce says with a tight lipped smile. 

Roman doesn’t respond, just raises his eyebrows at the other man. 

After a beat of uncomfortable silence, Pryce moves his attentions to you, “(Y/N), you look stunning tonight.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” You respond politely. 

“I’ve heard from many patrons tonight that you have bewitched them, they are all fat and happy with the care you’ve shown them.”

“I do what I can.”

“I would enjoy it if some of that good will would rub off on you, Roman. It isn’t becoming for any of us for you to look like a tyrant.”

Roman scoffs, “I don’t want them to like me. I want them to be fucking scared of who I am and what I can do.” 

“I believe Mussolini said something similar.” Pryce quips back quickly. 

“I’ll be their fucking Mussolini if I have to be.” 

“Let’s hope you’ll be more effective.” 

And again, there is a tense pause between the three of you. You sip the bubbles from your glass and try to burrow into Roman’s side to calm him. You knew Roman was capable of explosive outbursts, and you really preferred if he didn’t have one tonight in front of all these people. Especially at Pryce, when they were supposed to be creating a united front for the company. 

“Well, unfortunately I didn’t just come over to offer my congratulations,” Pryce begins. 

“It’s never just one thing with you,” Roman responds spitefully. 

“I came over to inform you that you are expected to give your speech soon.”

Roman’s jaw ticks, “What fucking speech?” 

“The speech we discussed last week.” 

“We didn’t discuss shit.”

“Believe me or not, we discussed a speech last week. Though, I suppose I am not surprised you don’t remember, as you seemed less than thrilled with the news when I gave it to you.” Pryce lamented. 

“I am less than fucking thrilled about it now.” He snapped. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Roman. This is a part of the job; addressing the troops.” 

“I don’t address the troops, I delegate someone to do that for me. Which is you, in the scenario.” 

“I am already giving a speech tonight, Roman. The one before your own that introduces you.” Pryce informs. 

Roman doesn't retort, just clenches his jaw tightly, you could see his muscles pulse through his skin. The glare he was giving Pryce would have made a lesser man quake, make them sweat and tremble with fear. But, the good doctor was used to Roman’s stares. 

“Go fuck yourself.” Roman spat, his face so close to Pryce’s that you could see flecks of spit freckle his skin. 

Roman then stormed off, pushing his way through the crowd and disappearing. 

Pryce gives a deep sigh, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his face while you simply shrug. 

“I can’t say it doesn’t worry me that a bonafide child will be taking over this company.” 

“Easy.” You say, reminding Pryce who he is talking too, “He’s just overwhelmed. He’s not much for public speaking.”

“But public tantrums he has no problem with.” 

“He’s very passionate. Something that will take this company far. Don’t forget that he is JR’s son, who himself was a very passionate man.” 

Pryce eyes you, “Will you continue to spin his outbursts into good omens?” 

You shrug again, this time with a budding smile, “I don’t mind.” 

He snorts, “What we do for love.” 

“Tell me about it.” You reply, before leaving Pryce by himself at the bar and going to search for Roman. 

You found him in a back hallway of the ballroom, back pressed to the wall with his knees to his chest, a lit cigarette between his lips.

“You look very modelesque right now. Very sexy,” You smirked and Roman looked up at you, “Like this in black and white? Boom, Vogue cover guaranteed.” 

You walked toward where he sat and smoothed your dress against the backs of your thighs so you could do the same. You faced him and rested your cheek to his bent knee. 

“You’re very funny,” He replied sarcastically, taking another drag from his cigarette, “Maybe I’ll just quit now and work on finding an agent.” 

“Well, you have the bone structure for it.” You played, but Roman still seemed less than amused.

“I’m serious. What if this is a sign?” He said, twiddling the filter between his thumb and forefinger. 

“What, the speech?” 

“Yes, the speech. What if me fucking it up, forgetting about it, is some sign from the business Gods that I’m just bound to mess this all up in the end? That I’ll embarrass myself and my father…” Roman’s voice shook at the periods. 

He was terrified, but had done a good job at hiding it. Over the last few weeks, you had been asking him how he felt about taking over at Godfrey, and everytime his answer was succinct and indifferent. Each time he told you that he was perfectly fine with the idea, as it was something that had been promised to him since birth. You never pried or pushed, but you made sure to keep a closer eye on his feelings than you normally did. You had a feeling the other shoe was going to drop and Roman would feel the weight of this decision lay on him, you were just waiting for when. 

“Baby, hey,” You cooed, snuggling closer to his folded up form, “None of that is going to happen, and you forgetting some stupid speech doesn’t mean anything. It means that you forgot, that's it. You’re human, you’re allowed to make human mistakes.” 

“Not in this job. Not when everyone is already waiting for me to fail.” Roman said.

“Well, you still are, because I’m telling you. You are allowed fuck ups and mistakes. It makes you seem more relatable.” You pluck the cigarette from between his fingers and take a drag. 

“I don’t want to relatable to those people,” Roman spits, “My God, nothing sounds worse.” 

You giggle, “Good thing you will never be like those people out there. Because those people, the ones out there desperately searching for your approval? Those people were born to worship men like you, Roman. You were born the man to be worshipped, the man to be followed.” 

Roman looked at you with his big doe eyes, both filmed with unshed tears as his lips pursed. You moved to place his cigarette back between his pouted mouth and let your thumb sweep across his bottom lip as you did.

“You, Roman Godfrey, will be amazing. You will shock and awe any and everyone. You’re not going to fail, because you don’t know how, baby. You are the man that I love, and no matter what, that won’t change.” 

A few tears had fallen on his cheeks as you spoke and Roman sniffled quietly, “You promise?” 

“I do.” And you leaned forward to slot your lips with his. 

The kiss was gentle and reassuring, you could taste the salt of his tears and the bourbon and smoke on his tongue. Roman’s hand came around to rest on your side and you purred at the contact. 

When you parted, it was because you could both hear the muffled sound of Pryce’s booming voice over the microphone. 

“Fuck,” Roman groaned, thunking his head against the wall, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

“This is what you’re going to do,” You leaned forward and took his face in your hand, “You’re going to go up there, thank Pryce for his words about you. Then, mention how much this company meant to your father and how proud you were of him, and how proud he would be of you. Then say something about how much you love the company, how much it means to you and the world of medicine, blah, blah, blah. Then round it out with something light hearted, maybe make a joke? Then you’re done, you’re out of there.” 

“Are you sure that’s enough?” 

“It’s gonna have to be.” 

Roman nodded, before crushing the remainder of his cigarette under his dress shoe and pulling you into his side. You both sat in silence as you listened to the faint sound of Pryce’s speech. He was a well spoken man, which you knew made Roman nervous. 

“You know,” You said, breaking Roman from ruminating on what was to come, “I heard this couple talking shit about us.” 

“What?” Roman barked, snapping his head to look down at you. 

“Yep, when I was coming out to look for you, I heard them.” 

“What in the ever loving fuck did they say?” He fumes. 

“They were talking about how we were eye fucking each other all night, and how are PDA was inappropriate for the event.” You snort a laugh. 

“Who were they? Did you get a good look?” He was angry, you could feel it in the rigidity of his body. Your plan was working.

“Nah, just overheard them.” 

“Well, they better fucking hope I don’t find out who the fuck they are. Fucking rip their fucking eyes out for looking.” 

You giggle and Roman looks down at you again, anger and curiosity in his eyes. 

“I just love it when you get all riled up, it’s hot, baby,” You reach out to press a lingering kiss to his pulse point, “Love it even more than when you show everyone that I’m yours.”

Roman’s expression changes on a dime and pure hatred shifts into a sauve look of arousal, “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You hum, leaning to give more kisses to his throat, “I love how your hands feel on me, love that everyone can see, love how possessive you are, baby.”

A moan rips from Roman’s chest and he quickly grabs you and forces your legs around his hips to straddle him, “You like it when I show everyone you’re mine, huh?” 

He subtly bucks his crotch into your own and you whimper at the contact, “I love everything you do to me, baby.” 

His lips descend on yours once more, but this kiss is anything but soft. It’s hot and passionate and intense and fucking raw. His teeth clanging against your own, his tongue pushed deep in your mouth, both his hands groping your breasts. He occasionally broke apart from you to curse or to whisper an obscenity. You loved when he got like this, and you knew he needed it. He needed to feel in control, he needed to feel desired and strong. He needed to know he was still powerful; a protector. 

“You wanna know what you’re gonna do?” You moan, pushing his face to mouth at your neck.

“What, baby?” He asked breathlessly as he covered your skin in filthy kisses.

“You’re going to go out there, and fucking nail this speech. Show them that you’re the fucking boss, that you are in charge. That you own them and this fucking company. And you’re gonna do it knowing that I am in the audience, watching you, waiting for you to take me home and fuck me so good I can’t see straight.” And you pulled him away from you. 

His pupils were blown, his mouth red and kiss bitten and he panted as he gazed at you. 

“What the hell? Your plan was to give me blue balls then throw me on stage?” 

“A little, but mostly make you remember who you are. Roman Godfrey, the most powerful man I know, the only man who gets me soaked in seconds.” 

“Damn right I am,” He kisses you hard once more before you pull him off again. 

“Now go give your speech so we can go home,” You patted his shoulders firmly then stood from his lap. 

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Roman complained, standing as well. 

But he didn’t, he really fucking loved you. Because somehow you knew every part of him, every nook and cranny of his twisted brain, every emotion and feeling before he had it. You knew him, and you always knew just what to do. He had been preening at your earlier praise and then fully immersed in your kiss and had totally forgotten about the speech altogether, along with his nerves. You had pumped up his ego with acclaim and hot touches and suddenly he wasn’t so scared anymore. Because all those stupid fucks out there, they didn’t matter. Like him or not, he owned this company, he owned them. They would learn to fear him, to want to be him, and that was something Roman knew was true (something that you had helped remind him). He fucking loved you so much, for always knowing what to do when he felt lost and helpless in the dark. Roman knew that taking over Godfrey Industries was the first in many steps he would take for the rest of his life to take care of you, and guide you through the blackness when you needed it.

“Sure you do,” You laugh.

“I’m supposed to go up there with this? You gonna let that happen?” He gestured to the bulge in his pants. 

“Think about baseball.” You shrugged and started back to the ballroom. 

Roman groaned loudly before catching up to you. 

As you both came through the double doors to the event, Pryce seemed to just be finishing up, catching Roman’s eye in relief that he hadn’t bounced. You reached down and gripped his hand as Pryce introduced Roman and gestured him to the stage. 

His face fell as all eyes moved to him, but you were there to plant a strong kiss on his lips and whisper, “Just giving that couple somethin’ to talk about.” 

Roman couldn’t help the cocky smile that spread over his face after that. He walked to the stage and you took your seat at one of the head tables. 

Roman cleared his throat and shook his blazer over his shoulder to resettle it as he looked out over the sea of his new employees. The sea of his new employees and you: who gave him an excited thumbs up and a wink. 

And Roman knew this would be a piece of cake. 

i really hope you enjoyed!! if you did, i would love to hear any and all feedback <3 also, bear with me for a while, i am not sure when my next story will be out bc the ones i have working on rn are kinda long, but! until next time (:

[sohin-ace]

Joseph - Hug

That fic is a year old, I never wanted to post it. You can see my old writing style, how nostalgic.

Hugs. Everybody loves them. You didn't know what brought you to become such an affectionate little dork, but you just ended up being one.

Whether it was friends or family, or sometimes even mere acquaintances, when you hit if off really well and felt at ease with someone, you became fairly touchy-feely.

Most of the time it didn't bother people around you. If they weren't comfortable with your affection, you would just stop without taking offense. Thankfully you didn't have much trouble with it. You just loved hugs and embraces and you felt like everyone needed some warmth every once in a while.

You had known Ceasar for the longest time and you both hugged each other on a regular basis, mostly for greetings, but also for any occasions, really. There wasn't any reasons needed for it, this man was affectionate as well and was always up for a nice, sweet hold.

You have known each other for years and he practically saw you as a little sister. You really loved and respected the blond with all your heart, and your relationship was strong and pure.

When he introduced you to Joseph Joestar for the first time, he was a bit hesitant, scared even, of how that scoundrel would treat his cute, little innocent Y/N. Ceasar only told you to be especially careful around him for now without really explaining why.

But as time passed, you grew to become very attached to the Joestar too. It was nothing close to the bond you had with Ceasar, for sure, but there still was a little something going on between you two that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Joseph made you feel many types of way, but especially nervous. For some reason you felt particularly shy around him, which was unusual for you, as you were a pretty open and sociable person.

You never had any sort of trouble getting along with people, but Joseph just somehow knew how to make you stutter and choke on your own words. Not that he was unkind or intimidating to you, no, it was much more different than that.

Yes, you were painfully in love with Joseph Joestar. But honestly, who could blame you for crushing on the guy?

He was tall, handsome, charming, insanely funny and despite his dumb demeanor, he actually was quite clever. His voice was music to your ears, and his eyes... You couldn't stop dreaming about his eyes.

The tropical ocean in his eyes made you travel so far nobody could ever bring you out of your daze.

But this deep love for him was actually the reason you couldn't be as affectionate with him as you were with the others, as contradictory as it sounded. The shyness that overcame you every time he was around prevented you from being too handsy with him or even just coming too close. This was uncharacteristic of you, but you couldn't help it.

You'd have no problems kissing Suzie Q all over her face, caressing Lisa Lisa's hair or leaning on Ceasar's shoulders when you were sleepy. But Joseph? You just wouldn't dare touch him.

What if he found it weird, or rejected you, or was disgusted by it, maybe? What if you died on the spot from respiratory failure because of your heart beating way faster than it healthily should be?

You couldn't touch him like that out of nowhere, right? You didn't know the guy enough to be this affectionate yet. Or so you told yourself to reassure your own worries.

But one day, Joseph felt particularly jealous. Everyone including him had noticed how differently you seemed to treat him compared to everyone else. He didn't understand why you acted so physically distant around him when you two actually got along so well.

Even when he was the one to try and initiate anything physical with you, even something as small as wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you wouldn't reciprocate at all.

This drove him to the edge. Did you not like him at all? He even thought that maybe Ceasar had 'brainwashed' you and put some ideas in your head that made you fear him.

He could only imagine his italian friend telling you things like "Be careful Y/N, men are wolves." and, "Don't stay alone with Jojo, you can never know what happens." as well as, "If he tries to do anything to you, call me. blah blah blah."

That thought alone drove the Joestar nuts. Like he was one to talk about defending women from pervs.

However, everything changed one specific afternoon. Ceasar and Joseph had just finished a hard day of Hamon training, and you came at the door to welcome them home.

"Welcome back, boys! How was training today?" you greeted, beaming a sweet smile.

"Ah it was good, Jojo still needs to focus, he's way behind." Ceasar said a bit tiredly as he rubbed his shoulder and went to sit down on the couch.

"Hey! Watch it floosie, don't start." Joseph retorted offended and you giggled a bit at the two bickering, as they usually did.

"Jojo, go sit down with Ceasar, you must be tired. I'll make you some tea." You warmly proposed to your friend and he nodded, sitting on one of the couches opposite the blonde.

As you turned around and were about to leave, Ceasar silently gestured you to approach him, to which you obliged, wondering what he wanted.

You came in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed your hand to pull you close. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your chest, sighing delighfully as he did.

You were used to it and knew when he did this, it meant he was truly exhausted. You just let him rest like this and brought your hands to caress his blonde locks softly, craddling his head.

Jojo clenched his teeth and clicked his tongue as he was beyond frustrated with the scene before him. He could throw up at what he was currently witnessing.

He knew you two were close but who does this guy think he is? He was constantly out there calling you 'little sister' or 'sorellina' every single day of the week and yet he still acted like a pervert with you? Yikes.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude? You just have to put your hands on every woman you see! Fucking gross!" Joseph snarled at the italian man.

Ceasar slowly moved his head to the side to glare at Joseph, visibly annoyed. "What's your problem, Jojo? Can't I embrace my little tesorina in peace?"

"Why you gotta be all over her like that, just let her go, man! Can you imagine if I did the same?" Joseph argued, clearly grossed out and jealous at how clingy the blonde acted towards you.

Ceasar jolted at the mere thought. He released his grip on you and put his full, angry attention to Joseph.

"Don't you dare even think about it, Joestar!" the blonde growled.

"Huuuuuh?" Joseph raised a teasing eyebrow, "What's that? You don't like the idea of another guy touching her?"

"You'll make her uncomfortable!" Ceasar defended back.

"Oh yeah? Well it's not up to you to decide that." Joseph smirked and got up abruptly. "Y/N!" He called out.

"Y-yes?" You stuttered, overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. What even was happening?

He suddenly opened his arms wide, suggesting one thing only. Ceasar was fuming and got up as well, preventing you from approaching Joseph.

"Y/N don't, he's just being immature as always."

"Shut up playboy, she's not your girl, if she wants to hug me she will, whether you like it or not!"

You started to get tired of all the bickering. All of this for just a hug? The only reason you weren't physical with Joseph was because you were too shy and love-struck with him to do so, why did it have to end up in a stupid fight?

"I mean... If Jojo really wants to... I don't see why not..." You said as you try to swallow your own cowardness.

"Y/N..." Ceasar trailed off, concerned.

This man needed to calm down, you thought to yourself. You patted his arm and smiled reassuringly at the blonde.

"Ceasar, it's fine! It's just Jojo, it's not like he's a creepy stranger or something." you sheepishly said and he clicked his tongue in response, clearly not convinced. "Here, look, it's nothing at all!"

You slowly walked towards Joseph who started giggling excitedly like a little boy. Finally, he waited for this moment for so long.

Gently, you brought yourself into his broad chest, face getting warmer and warmer by the second, as you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head onto him.

He instantly reciprocated by caging you in his strong arms, sighing in delight. You were so small compared to him it was beyond adorable and he swore he could actually squeal right now.

Before he could fully immerse himself into your warmth he felt you flinch a little then instantly move your hands upwards on his upper back. If you weren't already flustered and blushing like crazy, now it was even worse.

As you went to hug him, you underestimated your height difference and put your hands all over his bare waist. Poor you, you had completely forgotten the man wore crop tops on the daily and how dare you touch someone's skin so indecently?

Startled by the feeling of his warm skin, you immediately brought your hands up to a more appropriate and most importantly, clothed part of his back, hoping he didn't mind or notice your little mishap.

It was really a small detail, but you cared a lot. You buried your face more into his chest, embarrassed by your own actions, your heart was pounding so hard it would put Afro beat to shame.

How wrong, you thought to yourself, you hated to touch people's skin. Them wearing revealing clothes didn't make it okay to be this intimate, that is what you swore by.

Both him and Ceasar seemed to notice it. You weren't subtle at all. Ceasar knew how much of a respectful person you were, even if you were pretty touchy, you would never invade someone's personal space or privacy.

You would always make sure they were okay with whatever ministrations you'd give them and of course, you wouldn't dare be inappropriate, especially towards the opposite sex.

Ceasar always appreciated this thoughtful and attentive side of you and thought your pure innocence had to be protected at all cost. But of course, one idiot still decided to tease you about it.

"Hmm? What's wrong Y/N-chan? You just did something very naughty right there~" he said with a smug grin and you perked up, gasping.

"I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Jojo!" you moved away from him just a little bit to look at his face, concern evident on your features.

He smirked widely at your flustered state. He loved to see your cute reactions and how embarrassed you would become for such trivial reasons as insignificant as accidently touching his bare skin. It was extremely funny to him.

He squeezed your body even closer against his, feeling all your curves pressed against him and bathing in your sweet scent as he leaned down slightly.

He could feel your heart beat quicken, your blushing face was a sight to behold, and he was having the time of his life.

If he knew hugging you alone was this much fun he wouldn't have waited for Ceasar's permission at all, not that the Italian was even okay with it in the first place.

Something told him to stop there before he could break you, but glancing up at Ceasar's fuming expression just made him want to push the teasing further.

"Hmmm~" He purred close to your reddening ear, "Your boobs feel nice, Y/N-chan~"

Okay. That was it for Ceasar. One American will die tonight.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a flash of orange electric energy come at full speed towards you and Joseph. You quickly released him and ducked to the right, only for Joseph to take the hit of Ceasar's Hamon-filled punch right in the face, sending him flying.

"CEASAR!!!" You cried in shock.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH MY BABY ANGEL EVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!!!"

Joseph held his bloody nose and laughed obnoxiously at the angry blonde, pointing at him accusingly.

"Hehehe, now I understand why you only keep her to yourself, Ceasar, you horn dog! 'Little sister', my ass!"

Ceasar snapped and dashed towards him as Joseph got up and sprinted down the hallway, with no regrets whatsoever.

On the other hand, you stayed back, still overwhelmed by what just transpired. Even if it wasn't how you imagined it, it felt nice to hold the man of your dreams close to you.

You rubbed your arms, trying to savor the fading feeling of his own strong ones wrapped around you protectively. Your heart jumped in your chest and you grinned to yourself like a schoolgirl.

You were eager to do it again, but maybe this time, out of Ceasar's brotherly sight.

[another-stark-sub]

oh my god. i was wondering when a tony of would pass across my dash. yus!!! if you're still doing hc's id love to see tony with a young, very sexually explorative s/o. if you want. if not thank you just for existing.

Yes! I am here for all Tony dreams, so I’m glad you found me. (Also all of my mutuals have some good Tony stuff too) also young, sexually explorative s/o??? Youre speaking my language! 18+ stuff ahead!

Ok, Tony is a playboy. Was. Even though he’s not really into sleeping with a different woman every night, every single time he’s seen with any girl, the press automatically assumes said girl is pregnant or a sugar baby or a callgirl

So, when he and you decided to be a thing, he was terrified. He loved you, but he was much older than you.

The first time he saw you, he mentally made a vow that he would never sleep with you. He cared about you too much to sleep with you.

So the first few months of the relationship are hidden from the public. Secret dates inside the Tower, outings in foreign countries, anonymous gifts sent to your office that were extravagant but not “Im-dating-a-millionaire” expensive

It was sweet

And while you loved the sweet part, you also had needs. I mean, this man has videos of himself doing things in the bedroom leaked online, and while you did avoid that out of privacy and respect, it irked you that some insane fans of your boyfriends could see his dick and you couldn’t

Tony Stark is an insanely attractive man, according to literally everyone including People and GQ. And he wouldn’t take any of your hints. 

Sucking on a straw much more than you needed to, fleeting touches against his ass or crotch, a suggestive comment  here or there

But nope!

Tony Stark, previously known as one of America’s fuckboys, would not sleep with you

So you came to the only conclusion you could

Break him. 

being Tony Stark’s girlfriend meant you knew his schedule. So, on your day off, instead of going out for lunch by yourself before meeting Tony at his place, you went to his place 

You took to your guest bedroom and masturbated. You teased yourself the best way you knew how, and you even brought some toys. A dildo or two, some handcuffs in case he was into that, a vibrator, a blindfold. You had contemplated bringing rope but you haven’t done that yet, and you weren’t ready for Tony to see that side yet. 

Tony came back. And in the elevator, Jarvis informed him. “Sir, she’s already here.”

“Really?” He was snacking on some blueberries. “What’s she doing here already?”

“I’m afraid I can’t show you what she’s doing.”

Tony raised his eyebrow. “Who invented you again, Jarvis?”

“You did, sir.”

“So, show me what’s she’s doing.”

“It would be a breach of privacy, sir.” 

Tony was confused. “Breach of privacy. What could she be doing that’s so-”

The elevator doors opened, and he could hear you. Your high-pitched moan. The gasp of his name afterwards. 

Those two seconds of sounds made him hard. God, you were going to be the death of him.

So, when he reaches your bedroom, the door was open by the way, and sees you, still fully clothed, with one hand between your legs and the other squeezing your tits over your top, he froze. 

He gulped and tried to regain his composure. “Honey?”

You gasped. “Hi,” you moaned. “Tony, hi.” You whined, your attention too shot to focus on him. “Sorry,” you said, “Just had to -ah fuck- take care of something.” You bit your lip as you moaned. “You know?”

“Fuck.” Tony shook his head. “Yeah, I get it.” He sniffed and tried to play this off as cool as he could, but damn, you were right there pleasuring yourself and he wanted to be the one doing that to you.

You stopped your ministrations. You caught your breath and in your lustful haze, you asked, “Wanna help me?”

“Yes.” He dropped everything and climbed on top of you. “You shouldn’t tease me like that, sweetheart.”

You pouted. “You’ve never touched me.”

“I know.” He caressed your cheek and admitted, “You’re just... I’m so old.” he laughed. “I wasn’t sure if you-”

“I want you, Tony.” You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I want you, and I swear if you don’t fuck me right now.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Are you making demands?”

“Yes!”

He blinked. “Well, maybe if you explain that.” He looked to the door, where his stuff and yours were. Correction, his things and your toys. “Maybe then, I’ll indulge you, hm?”

“Promise?”

“If you tell me what those are, I’m gonna fuck you here, out there, everywhere until you beg me to stop.”

You started growing hot again at the thought of finally having sex with Tony. Not only that, but having sex with Tony while he talks like that to you and fucks you in every room on the floor. You gulped. “They’re toys. I just thought, maybe, we could try those?”

He hummed, his lips dangerously close to yours. “And what toys do you have?”

“A-A vibrator.” 

“Mm, go on.” His hand went down from your waist to your thigh, hiking it up to wrap around his hip. 

“Two dildos.”

“Your favorites?” He rubbed your clit through your underwear and you gasped.

“Aw, you got so wet thinking about me.” He watched as you whimpered and writhed underneath him. “Anything else in that bag?”

Through gasps, you said, “Blinfold. I brought -Tony!- a blindfold.”

“Ok.” He plunged two fingers into you, and they were so much bigger than your own. “Come on, you’re not telling me anything, princess. I can only fuck you if you tell me everything.”

Trying to not concentrate on his fingers in your pussy, you finally got to the last item you brought, “Handcuffs, Tony! Fuck, please.”

Just like that, his fingers were gone, and he was only above you. Not even touching you. “Hm, interesting, so my girl pretty dirty then, huh?”

Your eyes were wide as he licked the fingers that were inside you. “I love that.” He smacked his lips together before taking off his overcoat. “Got a safeword, sweetheart?”

“Uh.” So dizzy from his actions and from seeing his shirt go off to expose his chest. Not rock hard abs or anything, but god was he good looking, and that trail of hair that went beneath his pants.

“Baby, I need a safeword.”

“Blueberries?”

He smirked. “Blueberries it is.” He sealed his promise with a searing kiss

Safe to say, neither of you could forget that afternoon. Or night. Or very early morning. And the morning after.

It’s Smutty Saturday! Send me some headcanon prompts!

[etherealwaifgoddess]

To Give Him The World, Chpt.4

Main Characters: Thor x Ellie (original female character)

Summary: Thor and Ellie take a shower together and Ellie tries to help him redirect his negative self talk. If you haven’t read the first three chapters you can catch up HERE!

Warnings/ Content: *Meryl Streep meme yell*  smuuuuuuut! Yep, it’s frisky shower fun time ya’ll :)

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Who’s ready for this one? I certainly was. I don’t know about ya’ll but the idea of grabbing a shower with Thor and having free reign to wash and explore... *sighs*... yes please! I hope ya’ll enjoy this as much as I do! XOXO - Ash

To Give Him The World, Chapter Four

Ellie couldn’t hold back her excitement as Thor led her to the small bathroom. He pulled out a second set of towels for her and turned on the water, testing the temperate several times before stripping down. Ellie followed suit and pulled off Thor’s shirt and her panties. They stood a few feet apart like awkward teenagers until Ellie moved towards him, pulling Thor closer by his hips so she could lay her head on his chest. She loved the feel of his body against hers and she curled herself around him getting as close as humanly possible. 

Thor’s mind all but shut off at the feel of her silky skin against his and the brush of her hardened nipples against his belly. He wrapped his arms around her and let himself enjoy the peaceful moment. Ellie pulled back as fog from the hot water curled around them reminding her why they were there. She moved the curtain aside and stepped inside the tub under the hot spray of the shower head. Thor entered after her, getting a full view of Ellie leaning back to get her hair wet under the stream. His mouth went dry, a low stirring starting in his belly. She was so beautiful as the water cascaded down her lush body, rushing over her heavy breasts and down her curves. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her but he clenched his hands apprehensively at his sides.

Ellie cleared her eyes and looked at Thor who was barely hanging on to his self control. “I guess it’s a little late, but do you mind sharing your shampoo and soap?” 

Pulling himself from his lust filled thoughts, Thor handed her the bottle of shampoo. It was generic and smelled of pine and spices. Ellie was thankful for anything and started lathering up her hair. One shampoo without her nice salon kind wouldn’t ruin her hair but it would make it a little more unruly. After she rinsed her hair clean Thor handed her a bar of soap. It was as generic and astringent as the shampoo but clean was clean and Ellie made quick work of washing herself. 

Thor was enraptured by her every move. The way she glided her soapy hands all over body and the subtle way she sighed under the hot relaxing water. Thor was plagued again with desire to reach out and Ellie was too attentive for his liking. “Want to wash my back for me?” She offered him the soap and he barely managed a yes as she turned around pulling her hair over one shoulder. Thor rubbed the soap between his large palms and took a steadying breath. Her body was so small compared to his and he took her shoulders in his hands gently. He rubbed small circles across her skin, the slickness of the soap letting his hands move with ease. Ellie let out a moan as he moved across the middle of her shoulder blades and Thor increased the pressure in response. 

As his hands slipped lower he wondered how far down she would permit him to go. Thor was already half hard against his thigh just from the sight of her and worried he was going to make Ellie uncomfortable when she saw. He felt like a teenager as he found himself unable to control his body’s response to her, especially with his hands on her. Lifetimes ago Thor had been a ladies man, proud of his virility and using his chiseled good looks and charm to woo women into his bed with great ease. He had been the golden prince of Asgard, a playboy warrior without a care in the world. Now he was older and too much had changed, more than just his appearance. 

Thor felt as unsure as a virgin as he lowered his soapy hands to the curve of Ellie’s bottom. She didn’t protest and Thor made a desperate decision to just enjoy what she was so freely offering. He let his hands knead her round cheeks, massaging them as he spread the soap around. Ellie let out another one of her soft moans, which were driving Thor mad, and leaned into him. Thor bent down, continuing his ministrations down her thighs. He was moving back up when she spun around suddenly and Thor couldn’t stop his hands in time. His hands slipped across her thighs as she spun, resting against the nest of soft curls between her legs once she faced him. Ellie gasped at the contact, she had turned thinking he was done and realized her mistake too late. Thor’s thick fingers brushing across her sex was enough to make her knees buckle but he clearly hadn’t meant to touch her that way. 

Thor’s cheeks were on fire, even the tips of his ears turned red. He moved his hands away quickly, holding them palms out as he stumbled through apologies. “I’m so sorry. Oh Norns, I didn’t mean to... I only meant to… Ellie I’m so sorry.”

Ellie gave him a smirk, “I know, I know. It was my fault, really. I wasn’t thinking when I turned like that. But if you wanted to touch me like that I wouldn’t object.” 

Thor’s cock twitched in response before he could say a word. Ellie saw it and her smirk widened. Thor’s voice was deep and rough when he spoke, “I would be honored if you would allow me to pleasure you.” Rational thought had left him and he was filled only with a raging desire to see Ellie coming undone under his hands. 

Ellie was stunned by his sudden forwardness. She mused that his desire must have finally won out against his insecurities and she was thankful for it. “I would enjoy that.” She told him. Ellie took a small step towards Thor so she could press herself up against him. She lifted up onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and Thor leaned down to meet Ellie’s lips. With agonizing slowness Thor trailed one hand down to the juncture of her thighs, letting his fingers brush against her honey blonde curls. Thor cupped her sex in his wide palm, loving how perfectly she fit in his hand. He let one long finger slip down to tease her lips before parting them and running the digit along her folds. 

Ellie hung onto Thor not wanting to break the contact. It had been so long since she’d been touched by someone other than herself she had almost forgotten how incredible it could feel. She yearned to touch him as well but Thor was quite skilled at what he was doing and she didn’t trust herself to stay vertical if she let go of him. 

Thor was in Valhalla. He had plunged two thick fingers in her and her tight walls were gripping him deliciously while he rocked them inside her. The pad of his thumb flicked across her clit and he could feel it swelling beneath his strokes. Thor felt a sense of pride stirring as she moaned his name desperately. This he knew how to do. It might have been over a decade since his last time but he still knew how to pleasure a lover well. Thor’s cock was throbbing but he ignored it, refusing to acknowledge its presence until Ellie was sated. He loved how her body trembled as she came closer to the edge of her release and he pushed her harder, wanting to see her undone in his arms. 

Ellie couldn’t think straight as Thor pushed her ever closer to her peak. She was lost in pleasure and the feel of his body against hers. When she started trembling she knew she was close, her body acting of its own volition despite her efforts to hold still. Aching need coiled low in her belly, the tension building tighter the faster Thor’s hand moved. She was Icarus flying too close to the sun as he pushed her higher and higher towards her release. Finally the coil snapped and an orgasm ripped through Ellie’s body with blinding white light. The satisfaction Thor felt as she cried out her release was something he hadn't felt in a very long time. He tried to memorize every detail; the way her head tilted back, eyes heavy lidded, lips slightly parted as she came for him. Ellie’s body shook hard against him and her arms pressed down on his shoulders like a vice, trying to keep herself standing. Thor wrapped his free arm around her side helping to support her while the orgasm wracked her body. He slowed his movements letting her come back down from the heights of her pleasure and waited a moment for her muscles to relax a little before withdrawing his hand. 

Ellie tried to regain her balance but wobbled slightly, still reeling. “Whoa.” Was all she could manage to say and she rested her head against him needing another moment to compose herself. 

Thor chuckled, intensely pleased with himself. “Whoa indeed.” He agreed, “You came apart so beautifully.” 

“You are really very good at that.” Ellie praised him as she regained her wits. 

“I’m glad you think so, I enjoyed it quite a bit myself.”

Ellie rubbed her hip against his hard length, “I can tell.”

Thor tensed at the friction. He wanted her desperately but needed to know that she wanted it too and didn’t just feel as if she had to. “Ellie please, hold on.” He held her by her waist, stilling her movements. “You don’t have to do anything unless you want to. I will be perfectly fine if we stop now.” Well, the last part wasn’t entirely true. He’d be in quite a bit of discomfort if they stopped but her feeling like she owed him was an even more painful option. 

Ellie was touched by his concern, “Oh darling, of course I want to. I want to worship this incredible body of yours and make you feel nothing but bliss. Like I said earlier, just let me take care of you a little.” 

 Thor nodded but couldn’t find the right words. Ellie took her time, not wanting to miss any opportunity to show him how she felt. She rubbed her hands down his chest and skimmed lightly over his sides, testing to see how comfortable he would be with her touching his belly. She wanted to so much but knowing it was a self conscious spot for him made her hesitant. A long, drawn out “ahhh” escaped his lips at her touch and she dared to draw her hands from cupping his soft pecs down his rounded stomach. Ellie watched as his cock jumped again from her movements and she couldn’t have been happier to have dodged a bullet there. 

Thor’s head was hanging forward, his eyes closed, as he tried to give himself over to the wonderful sensation of Ellie touching his body. Thoughts still bubbled up; worrying she was acting out of pity, feeling disgusted by himself, wondering when she would realize how pathetic he was. But as quickly as the thoughts came Ellie would move her hands somewhere else, eliciting a new sensation and the thought was replaced by the pleasure she brought him. As she moved her hands across his belly he shot a hand out against the wall to steady himself. The formerly ticklish area had become an erogenous zone on his body, one he often enjoyed himself when he took the time to get himself off, despite how much he hated the added pounds any other time. 

Ellie moved lower swiftly, gripping his well padded love handles in her hands. She loved the way his flesh yielded in her grasp and promised herself she would make it a point to enjoy them more later. Finally Ellie took Thor’s throbbing cock in her hand. It was intimidatingly long and thick and Ellie was amazed by how small her hand looked by comparison. She couldn’t quite get her fingers all the way around his shaft but she held it tightly the best she could. Thor involuntarily bucked against her hand and drips of precum leaked out of his glistening head. Ellie wondered if his dry spell had been as long, or longer, than hers had been. 

Thor struggled to control his breathing, his chest heaving as her small hand stroked him. He didn’t want to come instantly like an inexperienced boy, but it had been so many years and she was everything he could ask for in a partner. It took all of his control not to climax after the first few strokes. “I’m not going to last long.” He gasped in a desperate apology. 

“I don’t need you to. Let yourself go darling, enjoy this.” Ellie reassured him. She moved her other hand to cup his heavy balls, squeezing them lightly while she continued to stroke his shaft and Thor’s whole body shook in response. A few moments later he tensed and shot hot spurts across her hand and his lower belly. Thor thought his legs would fail as the orgasm consumed him but thankfully his knees locked in place supporting his weight. His breathing was ragged as his body stilled and he felt Ellie delicately washing away the stickiness that coated him.

Ellie was still in awe of Thor as she cleaned him. He was so powerfully built and the force of his orgasm was shocking. She couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like if he was buried deep inside her. It was evident he was no normal Aesir, he was a god in every way, and Ellie was delighted he had turned his affections on her. She knew all other men would pale in comparison to him now, though the boring ones she had been with up until then hadn’t been worth the trouble anyway. It was like her body had been waiting for him. 

Ellie realized the water had cooled and she played with the dial to warm it back up. Thor’s mind finally cleared and he moved to hold her shoulders so she would look at him for a moment. “That was… transcendent.” He told her genuinely.

Ellie’s smiled wide, “I couldn’t agree more.” 

“I do wish I could have enjoyed it a little longer though.” Thor admitted as they changed positions for him to have a turn to wash himself. 

“We’ll go slower next time, promise.” 

“Mmm, next time. I like the sound of that. It has been a very long time.” 

“It’s been a long time for me too. I gave up on dating last year. It was futile anyway.” 

“I find that hard to believe.” 

“Oh, believe it. I tried, I really did, but it was like no one cared to get to know me. It was all about them and how I could mold myself into their lives. I wanted a connection with someone, a real connection. After an endless string of failures I gave up last winter. What about you?” 

“A bit longer for me. I haven’t had much down time since my father first banished me to Midgard. I was only with Jane briefly there in the beginning, and it was battle after battle after that. Then by the time things had settled, companionship was the last thing on my mind.”

Ellie did the math quickly figuring it had to be about eleven years. She had thought eleven months was too long, she couldn’t imagine years. “It’s understandable.” She reassured him, “And we can go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with. I know me dropping back into your life was unexpected.” 

Thor cleared the suds from his eyes to look at her. “It was a miracle. I still can’t believe this is real.”

Ellie melted at his words, “It is, promise. Just a right place, right time sort of thing.” 

Thor gave his body a quick scrub with the soap, racing to get done before the hot water completely ran out. 

Once Thor finished he switched off the water and they stepped out. Ellie pulled two extra fresh towels out of the closet for them. She wrapped her hair up in one and started drying off with a second one. Thor watched her inquisitively. “How did you do… that? Does it help your hair dry faster?” He asked.

Ellie shrugged, “I think it does, it at least absorbs some of the extra water while I towel off. You want me to show you how?”

Thor nodded, “Yes, please.”

Ellie grabbed a towel and directed him to lean forward so she could show him. She patiently went through the motions with him until he could do it himself. He liked the wrap and thanked her for teaching it to him. As he looked at it in the mirror his lips turned down a moment as he stroked his beard. 

“What’s wrong?” Ellie asked him. 

Thor shook his head, “My beard has gotten so long again. It reminds me of my fathers.” 

“It has grown a lot. Do you like it like this?” 

“Yes, for now. I like braiding it. I’m just not very good at it.”

“You’re in luck. I love making intricate braids. I will happily help, if you want” 

Thor nodded and took a seat on the edge of the tub for her to start but his expression darkened again. 

Ellie pulled his chin up to look at him while she ran her fingers through his beard. “Where did you go again?” 

Thor shook his head. The bleakness in his eyes was heartbreaking. He finally huffed and told her, “You’ve done so much for me in the past day. All things a grown man should be capable of on his own. I must seem like an invalid to you.” 

Ellie stopped combing his beard. “Not at all. Not even the slightest bit. You’re learning things you never had to do before and that’s important. If you had left it all up to me to do for you that would be different, but you’re willing to learn and help.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

“I know and I can’t force you to feel a certain way. You just have to let it pass and I’ll do what I can to remind you of the good things until it does.”

Thor’s balled his fists as they sat shaking in his lap. “But you shouldn’t have to do that either.” 

“Why shouldn’t I? Someone has to and I’m here and willing. You don’t have to suffer alone in silence, Thor. Everyone, even gods, need support from time to time. I want to be your support, if you’ll let me.” 

Thor sniffled, holding back tears. Ellie pulled his head to rest on her bare chest and just stroked his shoulders and back for several minutes until he pulled away having calmed down. 

“Ready for me to do up your beard?” She asked. 

“Yes, please. And thank you Ellie for… just… thank you.” 

Ellie smiled and gave him a nod before starting on his braid. Her nimble fingers made quick work of a French braid along his jaw that trailed into a large fishtail braid below his chin. Ellie was proud of her work and Thor loved it. He asked her to do his hair in a similar braid and she obliged. By the time she braided her own hair her fingers were sore but she couldn’t leave it down to dry without having a smoothing cream on it. 

Thor had gone to get changed and she pulled her day old clothes from the closet. She felt a little dingy but wasn’t willing to leave Thor just yet to run home. 

Thor was mulling over his shirt drawer when Ellie joined him in the bedroom. He appeared deep in thought and she took a moment to enjoy the sight of him. Thor’s light grey sweatpants hung low on hips, exposing the faint pink lines of old stretch marks and Ellie hoped she would get a chance to explore them all eventually. She knew being intimate with Thor was going to be a minefield of insecurities but she was patient and willing to go at his pace. Ellie hoped he would eventually come to accept that she really did adore his body. He was so large and powerful, the extra weight just added to that and made him infinitely better for cuddling. 

Thor heard a slight sigh from the doorway and saw Ellie watching him. His cheeks pinked a little but she was visibly enjoying it and it helped Thor resist the urge to hide. “What shall we do today?” He asked. 

“That is up to you. What do you normally do?” Ellie asked

Thor struggled to come up with an answer. “I play Fortnite with Korg online. Sometimes I go down to pick up a new beer shipment. I watch Fortnite tutorials sometimes if there’s something we can’t figure out. And I look for new delivery restaurants online. I like finding new Midgard foods to try. But mostly I just drink and play Fortnite.” He hung his head realizing how narrowed his world had become again.

“Hmm. I think we can find better plans than that for the day. Promise you’ll at least try to hold off until after lunch to have a beer today?” 

“I think I can do that. I’ve done okay so far. But what will we do? Do you want to learn how to play Fortnite? I have an extra controller.”

“Fortnite isn’t really my thing. Let’s find something to do outside the cottage for a bit. When was the last time you left for something other than a beer run?”

“Ahh…” Thor struggled to remember. His days had been nothing but an alcohol fueled daze for so long again that it all blurred together.

“Enough. I’m taking you out. Do you like coffee?” 

“Yes, very much so. It was the first thing I really enjoyed when I landed here the first time.”

“Let’s go get a cup of coffee and walk through the town gardens. You’ll love it.” 

“What if… ah… if something happens? I’m not sure how I will be out around people. I might… well I don’t know actually... but it could be bad.” 

“Thor, darling, that’s your anxiety talking. I need you to recognize that. It’s trying to keep you cooped up inside where you know you’re safe. But you’ll be just as safe going out with me. There is nothing out there that would hurt you. And worse case scenario, you get uncomfortable and we come back right away.” 

Thor sighed heavily, “I guess we could try. How far away is the coffee?”

“Five minutes, tops.” 

“Lead the way, m’lady.” He gestured to the door and Ellie took his outstretched hand in hers. It was good he was willing to try and she just had to hope she wasn’t rushing him too soon. 

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