#as I get to be vain and be rewarded for it

[phagodyke]

weirdly rly motivated to work out today let's go

[bunnyrights]

PAC reading - it won't be easy, but it'll be so worth it

hi lovelies <3 happy saturn day & summer/winter solstice! this felt like the right kind of reading for today's energy; a celebration of the midpoint of the season on a day ruled by saturn, like a metaphor for being half way through an arduous journey. what is requiring far more effort than you'd like that will surely be rewarded? and how can you keep faith through it? let's find out!

take a deep breath and ask yourself what group holds guidance for you. it's more than alright to be drawn to more than one as this is a general reading. if you'd like a more personalized one, take advantage of the $3 flash sale i have going on (⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

group one

three of pentacles + king of wands + the moon + the magician

you're pursuing a creative project that doesn't seem to be progressing as quickly as you'd like, and it's revealing the insecurities you have about your capabilities. firstly, it's okay to doubt yourself, dwelling in it is what's harmful. you're being encouraged to work with other people, and don't cower from leading and being more direct; you genuinely are knowledgeable and skilled enough to do so. it makes sense to look to the lack of physical results as proof of your lack of experience, but there is so much value in things taking time. as trite as it sounds, great work isn't achieved without hard work, especially when it's done to last.

step into a more authoritative role; you are capable and your work is not in vain, so stop basing your progress on what you see or hear on social media. for someone here, stop comparing your efforts to trust fund kids. it's not that you're not manifesting hard enough or believing hard enough, those people literally have everything they need already and you don't.

group two

ten of cups + knight of pentacles + the emperor + eight of cups

you have been tasked with being the one to overcome the generational trauma that's a result of an overbearingly patriarchal lineage, and it feels like it's in vain because everyone and everything is challenging your efforts. what you're doing is bigger than you; you're unlearning beliefs that have kept the women in your family oppressed. this is not just for your own good, but for the relatives that will come after you. someone, and that's you, has to carve out the path for it to feel like a possibility.

it feels like thankless work, especially when you get shut down or punished for it, but it's so necessary. you are being supported by past loved ones who have the insight to see how these oppressive familial beliefs continue to impact how you and others carry yourself in the world. you are truly a trailblazer and it's not about being validated in this, because frankly you won't be, it's about learning that you deserve respect simply for existing too.

group three

judgment + seven of swords + justice + queen of pentacles

you are choosing to stand up for what is right and just, and it baffles you how much pushback you're getting for it. you are choosing to stick to moral integrity against rising fascism and bigotry, and it can feel threatening to your life at times. you are not in it for social reward, so it doesn't need to be said that you shouldn't expect it, but what you're doing is not in vain. you are standing up for the disenfranchised when it truly matters, and that's incredibly commendable.

now is not the time to back down, but do practice more self-care. not in the commercialized way, but as the radical act of defiance like audre lorde referred to it as. you cannot help anyone when you're burnt out and overwhelmed from how difficult things are, so please prioritize taking care of your basic needs – food, sleep, etc – to be able to sustain your efforts. safely find community with your local organizers to ensure you can speak to people who can reassure you that this fight is tedious but necessary.

[tarotbyjam24]

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Pile एक

People at your work place or school think that you're growing secretively there's this energy to you work hard in silence and let your success make noise vibe going own . They perceive you as someone who works hard in privacy and don't let others know about what they're studying or learning or earning . They may take you as someone who hasn't achieved much in their life or is behind the crowd but secretively noone knows that you're actually at top or you're going to be at top in near future. They're also aspecting to be shocked by your growth so pile 1 if this is what you're trying to achieve go and make them shocked with your growth make them their eyes and mouth wide open lol . They perceive you as someone who's outgoing and appears at those places where it seems important or where you will learn \grow in your career like appearing in seminars for self growth etc . You posses knowledge and you might like to gatekeep it . Yea girlboss gatekeeps . I stan you queen . I feel sometimes it's good to keep it all secret and not to share our knowledge with world . You've your guards up regarding gatekeeping the knowledge you gain but you're in general a person who likes to be with people and listen to their opinion. You don't fight them or oppose them you just simply listen to them like a good listener you don't even care about putting your opinion and if there's something that other person told you and it's worth having that opinion in your life then you adopt it otherwise you just listen to their opinions and let them go from other ear lol. People at your workplace or school think that you've been through so much but all of it was worth it and you are gaining rewards for the hardships that you went through they were not for vain . People at your workplace or school may think that you go through losses often but in the end you always have some profits \ rewards left in the store. They take you as someone who's type of person that always makes something from the things that other people would take as waste . You may even like to recycle things and people are amazed by the ideas and creations you come up with. They think that you may like to go and sit by the riverside under the bridge and introspect about your life while sitting there . They think you may like to sit with the person who has more experience and with older people too instead of the people of their own generation. They may think you resonate with older people lot more than the people of your own generation.

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Pile दो

Starting with your love life pile 2 , people at your work place or school thinks that you've a open heart and your open to love interests or dating people. But you may not want to take the action first and expect other person to show interest in you than only you'll show that you're interested in them or not . People at your workplace or school perceive you as quiet person but you'll not sit silent when something goes against you. They perceive you as someone who's more focused on short term goals than on long term goals and I think it's really good to focus on short term goals than on long term goals because in the end all the short term goals contribute to long term goals and to your growth. They may percieve you as someone who likes to be alone more and be like a lion in a den then be in a pack of wolves . They may think you've loads of questions to ask always in general you can be perceived as curious person too a person who has curiousity of kids and having a big question mark about everything. You may come off as softie to the people at your workplace or school . Someone who's not very clear with the words . Someone who have fluttering energy to them . Someone who has multiple interest like a butterfly which likes to take nector from different different flowers . You may even come off a free spirit person who likes to fly high and someone who's not afraid of being alone of taking different path from others . You may often seem as risk taker or as someone who's not afraid of things going south for them . You're seen as someone who's always emerging out of dark clouds like a sun and showing , showering their brightness to the world. You may sometimes get short tempered like suddenly having storms of emotions and then it all calming down the next second but you know the after effects of storm lasts so be careful to not often get emotional outbursts and regulate them as much as possible. You can also try chanting mantras with beads as a mediation to calm yourself down. I'm also thinking of chocolates while writing this specifically kitkat and snickers maybe they can help you calm down too. You may not like to show your victories and most of the time keep them private and lowkey sharing them only with your few closed ones like parents. You may also not like to share your hardships too and keep them to yourself and only show your perfect side to people. Like how a diamond is prepared in the same coal mine as graphite but diamond is formed under high pressure which most of the people don't have idea about. They may think you're the first in your family to do the degree or job that you're doing right now probably also seen as black sheep of family but you know it's all worth it . It's amazing to be seen as unique honestly for me atleast it is. I definitely feel the degree or the course or the job you doing right now is different from all what your family paved the path for you're the first one to do it and putting your name under it. People at your workplace or school may also think you've an amazing figure specially your back side or lateral sides can be attractive to people. And friend group or the colleagues you're with around are all unique too in their ways they all can be doing the degree or jobs for the first time in their family too but I see that all of you're so excellent and hardworking. Keep it up pile 2 it's all working in your favour

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Pile तीन

Hi pile 3 , I feel you may also resonate with pile 2 if you wanna read it go ahead there might be some messages for you there too ! Let's start off with your reading now :) people at your workplace or school may think that you're very satisfied with whatever you're doing and not regretting it all even if it was what that wasn't in your plans. Basically blessing in disguise energy going on here. And you enjoy it with all of your heart and be thankful about it . Honestly they also think that you don't need to even put so much efforts in your work it all comes to you easily be it as assignment or any task given to you. And people obviously get jealous of that but you don't care about that because you know that lotus is always grown in mud but it always remains untouchable from the mud and keeps growing no matter what the surroundings are. Okay now your head and mouth both act and reacts different you maybe thinking of taking revenge on someone but your mouth will instead sweet talk to them and charm them lol. You may don't like to actually physically take actions if someone did bad to you instead just curse upon them mentally and then moving on from it and healing yourself that's what they all think about it. Yea you might punch air but you don't wanna punch that person's face. You're actually percieved as someone who has clear mind like they speak whats actually on their brain but this can be rare tho. You may like to have a friend group and not want to be lonely because you may like to go out after finishing your work and party or just have some walks in nature with your friends. I also feel people at your workplace or school may like your hairs and the hairstyles you do . They may think You are not intrested in having romantic relations with people from your workplace or school . You wanna keep it professional only. Office or school romance may not be your thing . And possibly you may have also turned down the love offers from those people. The people at your workplace or school see you as someone who's resourceful so that's why they get attracted to you. Sometimes you can also be seen as prideful person who's actually proud of their achievements and people may not like that about you but you're actually not afraid to showoff your achievements because why would you be when you're the one who worked their ass of for it. But you're actually percieved as someone who likes to stand on their ground and not to actually show it off so much that showing off thing may happen when you're seated around so many people and you're introducing yourself so you start off with your achievements and that's what the common people around you don't like but it's okay who cares 💅🏻. You're actually a serious person too when coming to the tasks and work given to you and that's the reason for your achievements. You're a practical person who takes the necessary action in order to kick off their goals. You don't just sit and have it all . You work for it and achieve it . Very saturn energy.

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I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀Bless you and have a nice day🌸🐰 I'd love to hear which pile you chose

Loads of love , jam🩷

[motherismotheringggg]

Omg pleasure dom Nicky. His whining above you as his thrust get sloppier but god he just wants to please you. Won’t cum until you do 😫

completely unraveled 🖤

summary: see the request above, anon you ATE with this one!!

type: pleasure dom! nicholas x sub! female reader

tags/warnings: 18+, hella smutty, cock worship, ice play, oral (f! receiving), orgasm restraint, cream pie, slight blood drawn, cream pie, cock warning, aftercare

author’s note: i need a cold cigarette after this is 😮‍💨

word count: 2771

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For Nicholas, your pleasure was everything—it consumed him, drove him, defined every touch, every kiss, and every movement of his body against yours. It wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the journey he took you on every time you were together. He reveled in discovering the things that made you gasp, made your breath hitch, and sent shivers cascading down your spine.

Nicholas had an uncanny ability to read you, to anticipate your needs as if your body spoke a language only he understood. He could sense the smallest shifts in your reactions—the way your fingers gripped the sheets or the way your voice wavered when you whispered his name. He knew when to push, when to slow, and when to draw you to the brink and hold you there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy until you were begging for release.

For him, the ultimate reward wasn’t just your climax—it was the way your body melted into his afterward, utterly spent, and the glazed, euphoric fucked look in your eyes that made his heart swell with pride. His mission wasn’t just to make you cum; it was to take you to places you’d never dreamed of, over and over again, until every nerve in your body sang with satisfaction. When he was with you, his sole purpose was clear: to utterly and completely worship you, leaving you breathless, trembling, and blissfully undone in his arms.

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Now, here you were back in your shared loft apartment with your boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed, your skin still humming from the aftershocks of the last round. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting shadows across the room as you caught your breath. Nicholas came back from the kitchen, he had something in his hand but you couldn’t quite see it.

He stood in front of you, completely exposed. His cock, still red and throbbing, you went to fill your mouth with him. You loved the way he felt in your mouth, the perfectly rounded tip, and the perfect vainness of his shaft, you loved to worship his body.

To kiss down his body, planting soft kisses on each of his abs before taking him in your mouth. To kiss and bite on his thighs, tracing small circles on them until he slowly guided you to his member.

But he stopped you, he wanted to look at you. He took a moment to appreciate you, his eyes tracing the curve of your neck and the way your breath hitched in between each exhale. His gaze softened, the lust in his eyes replaced by something deeper, more intimate. You felt it too—the unspoken connection that tethered you both.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice low and tender, just the slightest hint of concern mixed with the satisfied edge of a man who knew exactly what he’d just done to you. He wasn’t asking for reassurance; he wanted to know how deep he’d taken you, how far he could push you the next time.

You nodded, turning slightly to face him, your lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Nicholas," you whispered, the words thick with affection and desire. He liked when you thanked him; when you made him feel as special as he made you. He reached down to cup your face, letting his thumb grace your bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful when you look at me like this…like need me”, he said as he glared at you, his eyes were dark with lust.

He leaned down to kiss you, grabbing your face in his hand as he had full control. The kiss started slow but grew into something deeper. Your tongues wrestled each other, before his slipped of your mouth and licked you. Licked your lips, licked your cheek, licked wherever he pleased. You were wrapped up in the euphoria of the kiss that you hadn’t see what he had in his hand from before.

It wasn’t until you felt the cold burn of an ice cube on your back, still covered in sweat and radiating heat from before. You let out a deep long hiss, falling into Nicholas as he continued to kiss on you. You were breathless, barely able to call out his name but still needing to let him know how good he felt,

“mmm Nicholas, that feels so good…”

“Is that right baby?”

“Yes Nicholas, I need you so bad”

“Tell me where you want me baby”

“Nicholas I --” you were cut short by Nicholas dropping to his knees, taking that same ice cube from your back, which had melted down some, and putting it in his mouth.

“Don't stop baby, tell me what you want”, he said, muffled with the ice cube slightly muffling him.

Nicholas leaned in, his cool lips with the ice cube brushing your clit, your back arched with sheer pleasure. Your pelvis instinctively shot backward, but Nicholas quickly wrapped his hands around you pulling you closer, as he continued.

The coolness was intoxicating, heightening every sensation, every nerve ending sparking to life under his touch. Your body trembled, shivers of pleasure wracking you as you grasped at his shoulders for stability.

You tried to pull away, but Nicholas wasn’t having it. His strong hands were on you, pulling you closer, keeping you in place as his lips continued to work you, the ice teasing and torturing you in the most delicious way.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin as he kept you pressed against him, determined to make you beg for more.

The weight of his presence, the passion in his touch, was almost too much to bear. The ice and his lips worked in perfect harmony, sending you spiraling towards something that felt dangerously close to madness.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. "I want you, Nicholas," you gasped, barely able to form coherent words through the waves of pleasure flooding you. "I need your dick baby”, you whined and pouted, letting him know bad you craved him.

He kept going, he could tell you were close, the way your core squirmed under him, the way you thrashed about, the whimpering you tried to contain but failed miserably at. He knew you were right on the edge ready to to unravel and he wanted you to cum right there on his face.

“Nicholas … Nicholas please baby, please fuck me”, you whined out more, thighs clenched as your hips rode in rhythm with him. He didn’t let up once, when the ice cube completely melted, he worked at you with his tongue. The way he lapped at your wetness drove you crazy, every flick of his tongue had an individual hand in undoing you. When he sucked on your bud, you shuttered as your eyes rolled back into your head.

You knew Nicholas wanted you to hold out as long as possible. He reveled in it—how you could push yourself to the very edge, fighting the overwhelming wave of pleasure just to stay in control, just to tease him. He loved it. The way your body trembled, the way your breath hitched in anticipation, it drove him wild. He knew exactly when you were on the brink, when you couldn’t take it anymore, but you fought to keep from falling apart. The anticipation in your eyes, the way your muscles clenched—he lived for that moment.

And when you finally did let go, when you couldn’t hold it in any longer, when you surrendered completely to the pleasure, that’s when he felt it. The pride, the triumph of having taken you to that place, completely fucking you to your limit turned him on. The way you clung to him, your nails digging into his skin as you came undone, made him feel like the king of your world.

Your body quivered with the first wave of release, but Nicholas wasn’t done. He was relentless, his lips, his hands, his body all pushing you further, coaxing out every drop of pleasure, bringing you right back to the edge again and again. He wasn’t just content with one, not when he knew you could handle more.

You tried to hold on, but with each touch, each movement of his hands, it became impossible. The way he worked you, with such precision and care, the way he knew your body better than you did—it was overwhelming.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, as if he knew you were on the brink of breaking. And he was right. He always knew. “Don’t fight it.”

The heat between you two was undeniable, and as the second orgasm hit, more intense than the first, your body gave in completely, trembling uncontrollably against him. Nicholas held you close, steadying you as you went through the motions, his hands gentle but firm, the pride in his eyes showing just how much he loved every second of it.

As you came down from the high, his lips brushed over your thighs, soft and tender, contrasting the intensity of what had just happened. "You’re perfect," he whispered looking up at you with a dark lusty look. His eyes were huge and dilated., He moved up to you to hold you as you caught your breath. You had shifted up on the bed while he lay next to you, rubbing you and making sure you were okay. You had caught your breath enough to pull him in for a kiss, another deep and passionate one. You moaned into each other’s mouths as the kiss grew deeper.

Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath your fingertips. Nicholas, sensing the shift in the air, took the initiative. His hands moved to your sides, pulling you beneath him as he gently but firmly positioned himself on top of you.

He paused for a brief moment, pulling away slightly, his eyes dark with desire but also a hint of concern. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, rough with barely-contained lust, his hand sliding down to massage your clit. He knew you wanted him, he just wanted to hear you whimper to say it.

You met his gaze, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths, your brows furrowing as you nodded. "Yes," you breathed out. "I need you so bad."

Nicholas didn’t need any more encouragement. He sat up, positioning himself above you as he adjusted to your entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slipped inside, the feeling of your wetness guiding him in with ease.

The moment he entered you, you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your lips. It was like an instinctual reaction to the depth and warmth of him filling you, your body instinctively arching toward him as your nails dug into his back.

Nicholas’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the feeling of being buried inside you. It wasn’t just about the act for him—it was about the way you responded, how you opened up to him in ways that made his heart race with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Your pleasure was his fuel, his every move driven by the need to make you feel as good as possible.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough and low. “So fucking wet and tight for me”, he continued, staying still for a moment, letting you adjust to the fullness of him inside you, his hands resting on either side of your body, holding himself up. The connection between you two was electric, both of you feeling the intensity of the moment, but Nicholas was waiting for you. He wanted to feel you tremble, wanted to see the pleasure flood your face.

He gave you a moment, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer. Slowly, he started to grind, pulling back just enough before thrusting forward, the rhythm building as he sought out that perfect angle, the one that made your back arch and your breath hitch, knowing he was touching your cervix from how big he was.

His eyes locked with yours, watching every shift of your body, the way you reacted to each stroke. Every thrust of his hips was calculated to bring you closer to that peak, and with each movement, your moans grew louder, more desperate. The tension between you both was almost unbearable as he pushed you closer to the edge, but you were holding out for him—just like you always did.

Knowing what he wanted, you were holding out for him. Your body belonged to Nicholas, for him to play with and orchestrate an orgasm from you that almost brought you to tears.

Nicholas could see it in your eyes. You were so close, so close to breaking, but you held on. Your body quivered beneath him, straining against the delicious pressure building inside you. He knew you well enough to understand that you enjoyed the struggle—the way it felt to be pushed to your absolute limit, to be on the edge of complete surrender, all for him.

Your lip was swollen from how hard you were biting it, the ache in your chest growing with each thrust. Your nails had drawn blood from Nicholas’s back as you dug into him, the sting of your pleasure matching the heat coursing through your veins.

"Let me know when you're ready to cum, baby," Nicholas whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with his own restraint. His hair was floppy and slightly saturated with sweat, hanging messily over his face as he held himself above you, never once breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. The sight of him—wild and consumed by you—was almost too much to handle.

You tried to hold on a little longer, wanting to make him wait, but his relentless pace was beginning to unravel you, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel yourself tightening around him, the warmth pooling in your stomach as you fought to stay just a little longer.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his breaths growing shallow, each one a little more ragged as he became more desperate. He could tell you were close—he always could—but the need to hear you fall apart before he did had him on the edge of his own control.

"Baby, please..." His voice was softer now, almost whiny, as his hips faltered for a split second. "Let go for me... I need to see you cum. Please." The desperation in his words only spurred you on, pushing you to the brink.

His thrusts started to get sloppier, less controlled, as if he was teetering on the edge himself. The wet sound of his cock slamming in and out of your wetness grew louder, the intensity in his eyes matching the frenzy in his movements. "I can’t... I can't wait, baby," he muttered, voice broken as he pulled you closer, pressing into you deeper, harder. His cock slid into you with an urgency that matched the mounting tension, his pace erratic but still aimed at pushing you toward your climax.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sharp gasp, your body finally surrendered, the pleasure bursting through you in waves. Your back arched off the bed, your nails dragging down his back even more as the orgasm hit you, intense and overwhelming.

Nicholas's eyes locked on you, his jaw tightening as he felt you clench around him, riding out your release. He gave one last desperate thrust, whining as the pressure finally broke inside him. "Fuck," he groaned, his movements sloppy and erratic as he spilled into you, his body shuddering with his own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling as he held you close, both of you still panting for air. His head rested on your chest as he tried to catch his breath, and you could feel the thumping of his heart against your skin, while he was still throbbing inside of you.

"You’re so perfect for me baby” he murmured between breaths, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. "You were made for me"

You ran your fingers through his damp hair, gently soothing him as he slowly regained his composure. The bond between you two, unspoken but felt, lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable. Nicholas had given everything to make sure you were satisfied, and in that moment, as you both lay tangled in each other’s arms, you knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[eclipixels]

hello:)) I have no idea if requests are open, if they aren’t you can just ignore this, but if they are: could I ask for headcanons with Yukimiya, Sae and anyone else of your choosing with a lover who plays soccer and is equal of not better than them. thank you smm:)

Blue Lock x Soccer Player!Reader Headcanons

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Yoichi Isagi

Lowkey lives for the rivalry dynamic in the relationship.

Analyzes your gameplay constantly, half out of admiration, half because he wants to beat you.

Sometimes forgets he's flirting and ends up giving tactical critiques mid-date.

Gets a little pouty if you score more goals than him in practice, but is secretly proud.

“We’re the perfect chemical reaction,” he says, probably after a 2v2 win together.

Meguru Bachira

Absolutely thrives having a partner who can match his unpredictable moves.

Makes up silly names for your special moves “That’s the ‘Heart Snatcher 3000,’ right??”

Always tries to draw you into wild, improvised 1v1s for fun. You call him your 'unmedicated ADHD woodland creature' which he, for some reason, loves.

Gets a bit pouty if you’re training with someone else: “Don’t forget who your favorite monster is.”

If you nutmeg him, he’ll smile like you just proposed.

Hyoma Chigiri

Always ties lets you tie his hair up before matches. It's like a ritual.

There's mutual teasing about who's faster or more graceful on the ball.

He loves racing you during sprints and secretly times how far ahead or behind he is.

“Don’t go easy on me just ‘cause I’m your boyfriend,” he says, eyes glinting with fire.

Brags about your skills to teammates without realizing it.

Rin Itoshi

Externally cold, internally obsessed with how talented you are.

Doesn’t say 'I’m proud of you,' but shows it by watching your games over and over.

Training turns into full-on warzones when you spar, neither willing to lose.

Only opens up emotionally when you completely wreck him on the field.

If you praise him, he short-circuits a little.

Seishiro Nagi

Pretends not to care when you beat him in training, but texts Reo immediately: “Bro... I think I’m in love fr.”

Complains about how eccentric you always are but secretly loves how it keeps him on his toes. 

Likes when you ask him to “teach” you new moves because it means getting close physically.

Takes naps with his head in your lap post-match like it’s his reward.

Lets you wear his jersey after games, even though he complains you look better in it than he does.

Reo Mikage

Custom orders matching cleats in your favorite color. Limited edition couple type shit.

Turns your training sessions into tooth rottingly sweet fluffy flirting.

Says things like, “One day, we’ll own a training facility together. Our future kids are gonna be cracked.”

Insanely supportive, always brags to his parents who adore you.

Was super excited when you got into soccer with him when he first wanted to try it out.

Rensuke Kunigami

Big golden retriever energy when you play better than him. Proud, impressed, a little jealous.

Brings protein shakes and wraps up snacks for you like the doting boyfriend he is. 

Makes a point to protect you during rough games, even if you can clearly hold your own.

“You’re incredible,” he says like he’s in awe every single time.

The kind of boyfriend who cheers the loudest at your matches.

Kenyu Yukimiya

Photographs your best moments and keeps them like trophies.

Takes inspiration from your plays for his own aesthetic on the field.

Loves talking tactics and style with you, deep convos over coffee and drills.

Slightly vain when you outperform him, but only because it lights a fire under him.

“We’re the beautiful game,” he probably says unironically. You tease him for being so cheesy.

Sae Itoshi

Finds it thrilling, though he rarely shows it.

Gives you genuine compliments  during intense training, “That was good. Do it again.”

Drawn to the challenge and unpredictability of loving someone as driven as him.

If you beat him, he’s grumpy but secretly enjoys it.

Drops sharp, flirty compliments mid-game “If you score like that again, I’m gonna marry you.”

Ryusei Shidou

Falls harder the worse you beat him. “Ugh... I hate you... wanna make out?”

Turns every training into a screaming, chaotic love-fight.

The type to yell, “MARRY ME!” mid-play if you body him on the field.

Loves being dominated by your skill and calls it hot every time.

Gets possessive if anyone else tries to train with you. “Back off, that beast is mine.”

Michael Kaiser

Initially cocky—“No one’s better than me”—until you outplay him once. And then it’s obsession.

Competitive flirting,“Beat me, and I’ll take you on a date. Beat me again, and I’ll make it a weekend.”

Competitive banter is your love language: “You can’t outshine the king.” / “Watch me.”

Posts couple photos post-match with obnoxious captions like “My rival, my royalty.”

“You're the only one who makes this game feel like war and love at the same time.”

[sanakimohara]

Ok, but….dating Changbin has so many perks! ….p*rn links!

explicit content ahead + masterlists > + OT8 list >

- It's a given that long cuddles are a must when you spend time with Changbin. He's so warm, so big, just like the stuffed teddy bears you curl up to when he isn't around. Granted, almost every time you cuddle with him, things never end innocently. You're just so soft against him, and Binnie has a huge sweet spot for groping you anywhere and everywhere when you're clinging to him.

- A little-known secret between you two is his love for sometimes making a bit of a mess. Binnie doesn't mean to, but sometimes his mind is too foggy from a hard day of practice, ce, or co-producing for him to be so patient when you're alone. But you don't mind helping him out any way you can - it just means you get even cuter underwear for next time!

- With all the time and effort he puts into the gym, Changbin is highly partial to massages. He teaches you how to give him one if he needs it after working out, and he returns the favor whenever noticeable stress takes over you—a lovely little trade of affection.

- You get picked up whenever you want—thrown over his shoulder, laying in his arms, pinned to the nearest wall? Whatever position he can put you into, you're stuck there until he's ready to go. You sometimes like to tease him for this habit, pointing out how vain he is for exuding so much strength against you when it's unnecessary. Other times, you are too out of your happy little mind to care what he does with you.

- " Back hugs galore! They're a must for Changbin, often occurring when you're too busy to focus on him and not ending until you turn and forget about whatever’s been hogging your attention from him.

- You have the grand pleasure of hearing Binnie beg pretty often. He's subtle -sometimes, pouting and rolling his eyes when no one else is looking. You wonder how such a burly man can be so needy, but eventually, you give in to him every time.

- There are times when Changbin doesn't realize how solid he is. You're not above admiring his muscles, watching him work out on days you join him in the gym, and unconsciously drooling seeing them flex whenever he performs a mundane task. It's worse when he's fucking you, clueless as to why you insist on squirming away from him so much when he's only trying to fill you up.

- Binnie treats you like a reward for himself. He's so proud to call you his ‘baby’ and ecstatic to show you off for any reason.

- You'd have Changbin wrapped around your finger without even trying. He's always so good to you and unafraid to admit it if you ask him to.

Uh, so I want to create an 18+ Discord server for stays…and mutuals…but only if some of you are interested in joining it.

I should go to bed…but I probably won't.

[entirelytoooobsessed]

"it's just i don't understand why my stupid boss keeps acting like i'm an idiot, like i haven't been doing this for years when he was just hired," irritation seeped into your voice, rubbing leisurely at your temples as an oncoming headache built inside your skull as you grit your teeth.

work fucking sucked. and your new boss fucking sucked. and you were just so glad that you were home now.

home with your boyfriend, who apparently couldn't keep his mouth off you for even five minutes after you arrived home.

"you couldn't at least be patient for another ten minutes until i was done?" you grunt, no real annoyance behind the words, followed by a soft sigh.

he looks almost innocent, looking up at you with big round eyes, bottom lip pouted out. almost innocent, if not for the way he lazily mouthed between your legs, hair brushing against your bare skin as he pushed your skirt higher to bunch around your waist.

"hmm?" he mutters, distracted by your scent, with pressing his tongue against the fabric of your panties, wetting the flimsy material with his spit.

"yuuji," you hissed, tsk'ing him like he was a misbehaving dog. the thought made him throb, reaching a hand down to squeeze the aching problem between his legs.

"you're so pretty," he slurs, head nothing more than filled with lustful desires. "so hot when you're angry, i can help you."

you only roll your eyes, threading fingers through his hair, pulling him just out of reach. ignoring him as he pulls forward, in vain as his pink tongue reaches out for your pussy, whining.

"we have to teach you some manners puppy."

he whimpers as he struggles, aching to taste you, feel your arousal dripping down his face and throat.

as long as he gets a reward, he might be okay with that.

[servantofthefates]

“False Alarm” Tarot Cards

The Hermit

Your first instinct might be to think, “I will die alone and unloved”. But very often, it just means your soulmate is a Virgo. Because this is Virgo’s card.

Justice

Some people draw the Justice card, and think a legal trouble is on the horizon. But often, it only means the wrongs in your life are about to be righted.

The Hanged Man

The go-to meanings for this are delays and sacrifices. But sometimes, The Hanged Man is only telling you that life is about to feel like a vacation.

The Devil

Many people are afraid that it means abuse, which it can. But in this card, the couple’s shackles are loose. So they can easily escape if they actually try.

The Tower

“My world will come crashing down!” tends to be the leading interpretation. But more often than not, it actually means, “Someone will rock your world.”

Five of Wands

This is a card of conflict, yes. But the fear it creates is unfounded. If you look at the card, no one is really hitting anyone. They are just playing around.

Nine of Wands

This one is often associated with the anxiety card, the Nine of Swords. But they are very different. In this, the enemy has already been vanquished.

Ten of Wands

Burdens. That is what everybody says. But the man in this card is not burdened by trouble. He is “burdened” by his harvest. He is bringing home the bacon.

Five of Pentacles

It can predict poverty, yes. But more importantly, it says that when poverty does come, help can be accessed. The couple is right outside a church – a sanctuary.

Seven of Pentacles

It does say, “Sorry. Keep waiting.” But what it is really saying is, “You are not waiting in vain.” Your rewards are guaranteed. They are just not ready yet.

Five of Cups

Most readers immediately see grief, and they are right. But there are two cups left standing. The future is still safe. Life still looks promising.

Eight of Cups

This card does not mean, “You are in danger. Walk away.” It means that while you are comfortable where you are, you will soon leave for a better path.

Seven of Swords

This is not always saying that you are the thief’s victim. Sometimes it means you are the one who will get away. Or that someone will sweep you off your feet.

Eight of Swords

No, you are not trapped. You are only feeling trapped. Yes, you need saving. But only from yourself. Let go of your hallucinations, and all will be well.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Now that the 3 day Banner Boycott has reached — or for some of us is fast approaching — its conclusion I want to thank each and every single person who stuck through with it. Especially OG3 girlies, many of whom joined us Sylus and Caleb girlies out of solidarity. I know that I don't speak just for myself when I tell you how appreciated all of you are and how invaluable your support has been. It's been an honor to have you with us 🫶🏻💯 I won't hold it against any of you who chose to spend on the banner starting today (the 13th, after the daily reset). I won't and can't in good conscience ask more from you OG3 girlies than what you've already given. I wish any of you who will start pulling great success in the wish pool! May you all win on soft pity ❤️

For anyone worried how/if spending will affect LADS placement in the CN game rankings, it won't. Most of the people partaking in the 3 day Banner Boycott are global girlies. The CN girlies are still marching ahead with the Justice Boycott, just as they have been for a long time. I don't see any of them opening their wallets in the forseeable future. They are committed to not spending at all until Sylus and Caleb get justice from the company. So in short, LADS is extremely unlikely to climb in the CN rankings. They will most likely retain their top spots in the Blacklist chart for a while though, which, I mean... well deserved 😏

As for Sylus and Caleb girlies, my advice to you all is to stay onboard the boycott— ie the Justice Boycott. This is an indefinite one, and it entails not spending real money. At all. Not until our husbandos get what they are owed by Paperfold. While a 3 day boycott is a feat and sends a message of what we are capable of as consumers, it is in the grand scheme of things unlikely to, by itself, make Paperfold fold in the way we want. So we have a bigger chance of success if we take a page out of the CN kittens' — and increasingly also Caleb stans (what are y'all called by the way?) — book and keep our wallets closed and our voices loud. That is not to say that the 3 day Banner Boycott has been inefficient or in vain. Definitely not. Like I said, it sent a message and it proved what we on the global side are capable of organizing. Thousands of people joined, and that is impressive for such an impulsively organized boycott. And judging by how the main LADS sub on Reddit has reacted to the 3 day boycott — that is by censoring it and deleting pretty much every single post and comment relating to it within hours 🫠 — I would def say that company officials take it seriously enough (it is an open secret more or less that the main sub is monitored by Paperfold, and that the mods are in close contact with them in some way).

Me personally, I have been onboard the Justice Boycott for over a month. I have no plans of abandoning it, and will as such not spend money on the game. Nor will I speak about or post/reblog content relating to the current memories or the event until the banner is over. This last rule is one I've set for myself — I'm unsure how the CN boycotters approach posting memories and pulls. The no spending money rule is 1000% one they uphold though. So if you are a Sylus or a Caleb girly and want to stay/join the fight for their content, then I urge you to only use free wishes and diamonds in the game. No fair treatment for our husbands, no money from us.

As for OG3 girlies, again, I won't ask you to join us in this indefinite boycott, since neither I nor anyone else can guarantee what results it'll ultimately yield. I don't want to ask you to sacrifice for no ensured reward. But I will say though that if you feel the effects of Paperfold's greed or are sufficiently worried about the future, it won't hurt to join us 😘. Now is the best time after all to try to prevent the execs from pushing their greed further than they already have — to try to nip the spread in the bud, so to speak. But again, I won't blame you if you decide to spend now. I am forever grateful to you for sticking with the boycott these past 3 days, and you can always count on me to have your backs as well, for what it's worth 🩷

[inkdrinkerworld]

𝓒𝓤𝓟𝓘𝓓'𝓢 𝓒𝓤𝓡𝓢𝓔

Synopsis: James can make your days trying to get a story for your company really hard, he gets under your skin and knows exactly what buttons to poke and you hate it.

cw: a bit of an axious!reader, rugby!james, i used the house names for the clubs but it is not at all set in the HP universe.

wc: 1.1k

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Sports journalism is fun and rewarding. 

You love going to the post and pre-match interviews and talking to the players and managers and getting all the insight you can to then write your story. What you don’t like is having to interview James Potter. 

Everytime James sees you in the press room, he decides it’s his time to be the most non-descriptive, non-responsive to all of your questions and make it difficult for you to even write a story. He loves giving you vague answers that don’t answer any of your questions and it gets under your skin like nothing else. 

It’s even more tiresome when he’s the team’s go to media-man because of his looks. He’s England’s current heartthrob first and their best flanker second. He’s beefy and burly, with curls that look like they’ve been ink dipped individually and dimples that throw a wrench into many a woman’s plan. It also doesn’t help you, mostly, that he’s the perfect gentleman the minute the cameras are on and everything he says takes on this sugary, colying tone.

Dread fills you as you walk into the media room, finding a few familiar faces before you sit to the back. You hope in vain that James isn’t on media today, maybe they’ll put his sweet teammate Remus on media duty. He’s always sweet and succinct, answering all the questions, no matter how ridiculous, with a grace and precision you suspect makes him perfect for being the team’s fly-half. 

You’d even interview his rowdy teammate Sirius, possibly the best winger in the game right now, and endure his loudness and even his flirtations with the camera so long as you just got good answers. 

Your hope is shattered when you hear James talking as he rounds the corner, your hands grow cold knowing that today is the day you write a half decent story about the Gryffindor team. 

“Morning,” he calls as he enters, his eyes find you immediately and the smile he shoots you makes you scowl. It’s going to be a long press day. “It’s great to be back.” 

“How have you and your team prepared for the start of the season? Knowing it’s a derby game must make it all the more exciting to be back.” One journalist starts, sweat already pebbling on your brow. 

James answers perfectly, in depth and with the knowledge that you sometimes forget these players possess. 

“What about the injured players from last season? Can we look out for their names on the starting squad? What sort of system can we look forward to this season?” You ask, hands shaking as you prepare for the worst. You hate how much anxiety courses through you nowadays in these interviews. They used to be far more fun. 

“I can’t well say what we’re going to play this weekend, it’d be a bit of a helping hand to the Slytherin team.” The media room laughs and you have to bite your tongue to keep the scowl off your face. “However, we’ve got a lot of key players back in the squad, so I’ll say keep your ears open for some names you haven’t heard in a couple months.” 

By the time you’re finished with the conference, you’ve got sufficient answers for the hopes of the beginning of the season but every other question was bypassed or you’d received a roundabout answer. 

You’re picking up all your equipment, the other journalists all gone already. James hovers near the door, watching you for whatever reason but it makes your skin crawl. He has to know what he’s done. 

“Can I help you, Potter?” You ask, lifting your head to catch a peek at him. His arms are folded across his chest and he’s leaning against the doorframe, something sort of like a smile on his face. 

“Just waiting for you to be done. Wouldn’t feel right to just leave you in here alone.” There’s a bit of sincerity but mostly amusement in his tone and you roll your eyes. James laughs and pushes off the door frame moving towards you, “All done?” you huff and sigh, hoisting your bag over your shoulder and walking past him. 

“Have a good training session, James.” he nods, watching you go with a smile on his face, one that spreads bigger when your perfume lingers in the room after you. 

-

When you hit submit on your report you feel good but stressed. 

What usually takes you an hour and a half to get done, took you twice as long because reports have been so slow during the off-season that you wanted to get it perfect before the opening match. Stretching, you make your way into the kitchen. 

You’re sure half the worry was unnecessary and the other half was about impressing your boss. God knows you need that woman to be pleased with something you do this year. 

Your phone rings before you can give in to that anxiety inducing thought, your stomach pits and the cup of tea you had to your lips lower. “This is Y/n.” 

“Hi, I want to talk about the interview you just submitted,” Your boss is a bit of a hardass. She’s always harping about things being ‘perfect’ and stories being complete, so in the two years you’ve worked there, though you’ve climbed to higher and higher positions, you’re still the fresh and sort of peppy girl you were to her when you’d handed in your resume and appeared in her office in a blue suit. 

“Sure,” you set down the tea and open your laptop, ready for a slew of changes or to change whatever she wanted you to. 

“It’s great,” that’s high praise, yet you sense something in her tone. You’re almost certain she’s going to make you rewrite the entire thing to make the opening game of the season, a derby game no less, seem even more anticipated than it already is. “I just want you to add a little more about the history of both teams. Potter’s already brought in an influx of new fans, we want to make it easy for them to get into the season and get behind either team and feel the rivalry.” 

That’s not what you’d been expecting. Not what you were expecting in the least. 

“I’ll resubmit tonight by eight.” is what you say but inside you’re twirling and jumping around your apartment while morning sun streaks through your living and early 2000s pop music is blasting through the house. 

James Potter and his non-answers be damned, you just got the best compliment of your work life.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

yin & yang pt.5

Pairing: Ben Tennyson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: You were an unlikely pair, everyone could see that. But what happens when you get a glimpse into a future where your differences were too much for you to bear?

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! Happy Holidays <3

AA/N: Hella OOC. Once again I do not care. This part is shorter than the others and I just made it as random snippets from different episodes in Omniverse. For now I think I'm tapped out from this series but who knows maybe I'll watch another episode and want to write something

s1e3: A Jolt From the Past

Ben was not having a good day. Leave it to the universe to try and give a deep blow to his ego the second he thought things were looking up. He had expected to just go about his day, doing his job when all of a sudden, the universe decided to reward him with a new partner. Just when he was starting to get comfortable going solo.

It was only a couple of months after Gwen and Kevin had moved towns so they could be closer to Gwen's college that you had been made leader of a new task force. Details unknown to him because even though he's the wielder of the most powerful weapon in the universe, he wasn't cleared to know what his girlfriend would be up to.

Not knowing what the task force was about didn't sting nearly as much when he found out it was based on another planet, and you'd be living there indefinitely.

When you had left, Ben was in a funk for weeks, refusing to leave his bed, waiting for you to get off work so you could call him, only going through the memories of you he had; the jacket he had stolen from you, a rare framed picture of the two of you on his bedside table and more.

He had just gotten himself out of the house when 'Rook Blonko' suddenly appeared, whisking him out of trouble when he was about to embarrassingly get his ass handed to him.

And while his new partner was beginning to grow on him, Rook still found moments to drive Ben to wits end.

“It's why I'm looking forward to this. I'm anxious to see if Ben Tennyson lives up to the legends.”

“There are legends?" Ben was excited now.

“They can't all be true though, for instance, Alien X, that is just a myth, correct? And your relationship with Proctor (Y/N), that obviously must have been a result of some fan posting rumours on the extranet.”

Ben’s mouth dropped open in offense, he didn’t even know how to respond to that. Was this partner, who he has only barely gotten to like lately, seriously questioning his 3-year relationship with his future wife?

“Both of those things are true!”

Rook turned back with a small look of surprise before it dissolved and he chortled, “This is earth humour, you are being sarcastic, yes?”

“I’m not! Alien X is real, and I’ve been in a dating (Y/N) since we were sixteen!”

Rook took his irate tone in stride, shrugging like a complacent mother would humour her child, “Of course. I’m sure you’re in a relationship with the youngest ever proctor in the entire galaxy. You see, even I am capable of earth sarcasm.”

His jaw dropped even farther, "You're shitting me, right?"

"Well, if you're so insistent, why don't you show me some proof? As I understand, it is common for humans to take many pictures with their partner."

"I would if you hadn't thrown me into the canal!" He exclaimed, fishing his sopping wet phone from his soggy pocket and waving it in his face as water dripped down his wrist.

Rook didn't even blink, turning back so they could walk to the proto-truck, "Convenient."

Ben scowled, more annoyed than ever, trying to switch on his phone so he could try and show him any proof he had but it was in vain. His phone was completely damaged.

Ben stopped in his tracks staring at the now ruined phone with wide eyes. He hadn't backed anything up.

The candid snap he had taken of you while you unconsciously played with the necklace, he had given you as you sipped a smoothie. The text message where you said you loved him AND used a heart emoji. That picture of you asleep, your hair mussed, wearing only his T-shirt as you slept soundly against his chest!!!??

"Aw, man!"

*

Ben was lucky that he had a change of clothes at the Plumbers base. He should have known that when Rook said he wanted to stop by for a briefing, it wouldn't have been brief at all. He briefly considered ditching his partner and going home to take a much-needed nap. There really was something about water fights that tired him out more than usual.

He loitered around the mess area. All of the agents were currently on duty, so he had his feet kicked up on the table as he scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly liking Gwen's story of a picture of herself and commenting 'No one wants to see u dweebus, where's Zedd?'

"You look comfortable; almost like you're dating the proctor of this quadrant."

Ben's neck almost snapped in his shock, nearly falling to the floor in his effort to stand up. You were leaning against the frame of the door, an almost invisible smirk on your face and Ben’s stomach did a flip.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing home so soon?!” He exclaimed and bound over to you, to pull you into a tight hug.

“I asked for a week to spend with you, since I missed you so much.”

His heart jumped, "Really?”

“No.” His face fell, and you chuckled, gently tilting his chin up with a single finger as a tiny apology. He leaned into you like always and you let your eyes rake over him, tracing over every single line of his features before ending at his lips, leaning back when he attempted to kiss you.

“I just met with the Magistrata to give a brief on our progress. Due to the sensitive nature of the mission, we wanted to refrain disclosing any details over the comms." You explained, only feeling slight guilt at the sight of his sunken shoulders when you avoided his kiss again, "I did miss you, though. So, I’m on earth for two weeks before I’m deployed again.”

His face brightened, both at your confession and at the knowledge that you’d be in his arms for the next two weeks.

You chuckled again at the sight of his wide grin, “That happy?”

Ben nodded, finally capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that you intended to be short, very aware of where you both currently were. But when Ben’s hand cupped the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss, you found yourself winding your arms around his neck. It was times like this that you were reminded that Ben wasn’t the only one who was head over heels.

“Missed you.” He murmured against your lips, hand moving to gently frame your face as he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue.

“Ben, I have finished the mission repor—Oh my!”

You pulled away too slowly for your liking, but too quickly for Ben's liking, still keeping your hands on Ben’s shoulders, knowing that Ben hated whenever you parted too quickly as you tried to catch your breath.

Even as your subordinate stood at the door, averting his gaze out of respect but also still not being able to contain his shock, you still felt dizzy from the earth-shattering kiss you had just shared. It had clearly been far too long since you’d been together because while you were embarrassed that your subordinate had witnessed such a vulnerable moment of intimacy, a part of you couldn’t help but want to continue kissing him anyway.

However, you were technically currently off-duty, so you were free to kiss your boyfriend as you pleased. Technically, of course.

Still, you blinked away the stars in your eyes and stepped away from Ben, letting him hold your hand, “Blonko, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“You’ve met before?” Ben asked, pulling you closer by the hand and winding an arm around your waist. He sent a look to his partner that was extremely smug, but you couldn’t quite decipher why.

“I was on the selection committee to choose him. Given my experience with you, we figured it would be best for Magister Tennyson and I to be the ones to recruit your new partner.”

“A little heads up would’ve been nice.” Ben grumbled into your shoulder, now resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“You would’ve complained. It was necessary now that I’m leading the new task force. Besides, Rook is a great cadet; patient enough to deal with your temperament and dependable enough to put his foot down when you get carried away.” You explained, leaning into Ben as he began playing with your hair and interlocking your fingers with his that were on your waist.

Ben mumbled something negligible under his breath and you turned back to Rook who finally managed to compose the look of shock that almost seemed tattooed into his features.

"So, Agent Blonko, I heard from Magister Tennyson that there has been unusual activity in Bellwood. I know I'm off duty, but would you mind giving me a quick brief?"

Rook immediately took you up on your offer, eager to be recognized by proctor of this quadrant and the two of you conversed about the weird sightings that had happened as of late.

Ben didn't pay much attention to your conversation with Rook, already preoccupied with the way your thumb was running gentle circles over his knuckles. At first, he pulled you closer to prove to Rook that you were, in fact, in a relationship but he also was ecstatic that you were in his arms finally after missing you so much.

He wanted to keep showing you the affection he’d been holding back for so long, but Ben knew that if he kissed your neck right here, you’d slip out of his grasp—so he resisted the urge.

You heard his lips part and immediately responded, "Do not bite me or you're going to sleep on the couch for the next two weeks."

When you turned your head, sure enough, his teeth were inches away from your unmarred skin and he pouted, affronted, "It's not my fault you're giving him all your attention after we've been apart for 2 months!"

You rolled your eyes, casting a cautious glance at Rook before you were whispering, "Behave and you may bite me all you want back home."

Ben was all too happy to shut up and let you finish your conversation.

You certainly regretted making that promise two weeks later when the other agents in the taskforce asked what exactly you had done over your holiday to warrant marks all along your neck and collar.

***

s3e6: Frogs of War

You were outnumbered, outgunned; you knew that. The safety of the civilians was top priority and while their Freedom was priceless, saving their humanity meant nothing if the Earth was blown to smithereens.

Ben fighting against the Incurseans for longer could have taken down a couple more ships, but you knew it wouldn't take long for more to appear. Where was Paradox when you needed him?

A surrender really was the only option for the food of the humans and living organisms still remaining on the planet. You knew that. But the price of a peaceful surrender came at the forceful exile of the love of your life.

He wanted to fight. He wanted to go down fighting.

But fighting would only bring more destruction.

And while the thought of him living as a prisoner for the rest of his life tore you to shreds, you couldn't put his life above the countless citizens who needed you to protect their best interests.

"(Y/N)," He whispered helplessly, trying to convince you to take his side. You bit your lip, turning your eyes downward and his shoulders sank. This couldn't be the end; you didn't want him to leave with the sting of your betrayal.

You stepped forward, wary of Princess Attea that glared at you, waiting for the moment you stepped a hair out of line to kill you in your place. Heart beating wildly against your ribs, you moved toward Ben, coiling an arm around his shoulders and framing his face with your other hand before bringing him down to a passionate kiss.

Ben inhaled deeply, holding onto your waist in an iron grip, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. This was it; you were saying goodbye, the taste of apologies and pain on his lips. He didn't want to stop kissing you; he never wanted to stop kissing you. But ending the kiss meant goodbye, and he didn't want to say goodbye.

Kevin looked away uncomfortably at the sight of your tongue pushing past his lips.

You pulled away finally, lips wet but eyes dry. Ben didn't try to chase your lips like he usually did and that hurt more than you had expected it to, "I love you."

He nodded, mouth locked shut.

He was shackled shut in the escape pod and you watched with bated breath as the door shut in on him, catching a final glance through the foggy glass.

The sad smile you had meant to be reassuring had wobbled at the sight of his cheeky wink, trying hard to hide the upturn of the corner of your mouth.

*

His name was Bullfrag.

Only he could come up with something so imbecilic that it ended up creative. You had forced yourself not to laugh at the absurdity of it when he had introduced himself to you; appearing along with the other rebels in order to break you out of your holding cell.

You wanted him to embrace you, but he was hiding his identity for a reason, so you had to bite your tongue and meet his gaze through those stupid shades.

He knew that you knew, it was apparent in the tenderness of his touch, by the way he gently nudged you behind him, but the gestures had flown over Kevin's head, which made you question your time spent as team babysitter. Clearly, he hadn't been babysat enough. Personally, you blamed Ben for claiming all of your attention.

Once Magister Tennyson was rescued, he revealed his identity—a revelation that came as no surprise to either you or Gwen.

You didn't try to hide your relief when Ben transformed back. It might not have been obvious to many others, but it was apparent to him, judging by the immediately relaxing of your spine and your boyfriend, who knew you too well, pulled you into a hug before you could pretend like you weren't interested. Ben could feel every tense muscle in your body begin to ease once he had his arms circling your waist.

Your fingers immediately found the short hairs at the nape of his neck, heart reaching for him the second he sighed and surrendered to your hold. You exhaled, hiding a kiss to his shoulder by pressing your forehead to the fabric of his shirt.

"Are they gonna make out again? Because it was uncomfortable as fuck the first time"

Ben rolled his eyes, lifting his head from the nook of your neck, "That kiss saved my life!"

"Yeah, yeah, lover boy." Kevin drawled.

"No, seriously!" Ben argued, pulling out something from his pocket, "My amazing girlfriend passed a skeleton key in my mouth! It's how I was able to get out."

You gave him an unimpressed frown, he really should have been babysat more often in your early days, "Did you really think I would kiss him like that in front of his grandfather?"

"I mean, if you thought you were never gonna see him again?!"

You simply tutted at him, holding your hand out for the skeleton key, which he happily returned, not without a kiss to your hand and fingers, "I love you, too."

***

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[demonic0angel]

(The line is inspired from a fanfic that I read but I thought it was funny if Danny give the Batfamily Pandora's "lunch" from Ghost Zone)

He picked up his food—his Pandora-made lunch—then he took some careful steps towards the center of the rooftop, ready to unveil the horrors contained within the ghost's lunch box. He turned to the Batfamily and Jazz one last time. "Are you truly sure?"

 "...I have never been more sure." Jazz said

"I'd agreed," Bruce replied.

Swallowing hard, Danny uncovered the Pandora Box. Today's menu was… "FUCK! It's the Kraken ghost box! GUYS, RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Jazz froze for a second. That thing was just horrible. However, she began to run away like a flash, hiding behind a column: "The hell is that?!" asked Jazz , as soon as she regained some mental clarity.

"That's Pandora's handmade lunch!" Yelled Danny as he made a beeline for cover, only barely dodging the powerful strikes of Pandora's "lunch". Notice how the quotation signs are in bold? That's intentional.

Pieces of concrete went flying off behind as he considered dodging the attacks. Death by fall damage seemed a lot better than whatever that thing was probably going to do to him.

On the other hand, Jazz, Bruce, Alfred and the boys could only shout "That's Pandora's lunch?!" as they looked absolutely mortified.

Soon enough, tentacles went flying in the boys' direction. Each Batboys quick to get the hell out of dodge before the monster could grab them.

"Danny/Fenton?!" Tim/Damian asked.

"Yes?!" Danny replied.

"You're the worst, you bug ghost!" Damian screamed.

“I asked if you were sure!!” Danny shrieked back. He jerked his head backwards with a yelp as a tentacle flew in his direction.

“You never said we’d have to fight our damn food!” Jason shouted before he started firing off his gun at the squid monster. Each bullet ricocheted off of the tentacles, causing more screams as bullets flew in all directions.

Tim screamed, dodging back and forth. “Stop shooting! Stop shooting!! You’re going to hit us!!”

Damian tried in vain to slash at the tentacles with his sword but all he was rewarded with was a missing sword and smack to the face. He was quickly picked up by Jazz and they both hid behind a column again.

Amidst the screeching, Batman used his grappling hook to fly over the box and then land beside Danny. He snatched the Fenton thermos from his side and then opened it, pointing it towards the Kraken. A beam shot out and then it was gone. Peace finally settled within the room as the Batfamily and Jazz finally came out of their hiding spot or slowed to a stop from their various jumping and rolling around.

“I revoke my agreement,” Batman said with a grumble. “You’re never bringing us lunch again.”

Danny nodded, looking abashed. “Y’know what? Fair enough.”

[godhandler]

[Sukuna x possessed!reader, demonic possession, religious undertones, d/s relationship, body control, smut, manipulation and gaslighting, dubcon ig, nipple play, kinda fucked up <3]

It’s all in your head. 

Dark bedroom. Moonlight outside. Smudged outlines of the nightlife out the window: distant club-goers, cars speeding down the street, flashy signs of 24/7 convenience stores.

You’re going insane, doll. 

Blankets are too heavy, too warm, a coffin-like pressure burying you alive deep underground– tear it off, tear it off you. Your pyjamas are drenched in cold sweat, your hair stuck dirty onto your red forehead, brushing into your teary eyes. Itchy, irritating, everywhere. Tear if off, get off, get off me. 

You strip off your clothes, your underwear, you try to scratch your skin-shell out. Get out, get away. It’s not working. He’s here. He’s in you. 

I’m always inside you. You’re mine. My darling doll. 

Ryomen Sukuna.

Yes, puppet? His voice echoes in your head, it mixes with your thoughts until you can’t separate you from him. 

You’ve been seeing him out of the corner of your eye for a while now. A glimpse of a moving shadow here in the corners of your room… and then nothing. A breath down the back of your neck… and then nothing. A weight over your chest as you slept… and then nothing when you woke up. Each time he gets closer and bolder. 

Don’t take my name in vain, doll. Come to me. 

You are wrenched to stumble to the floor-length mirror beside the bed. Do you walk, or are you being walked? You can’t tell anymore. You can’t feel anything other than the intense burn in your left arm as Sukuna’s markings manifest onto it. 

What do you say? 

“Thank you,” you reply, sweet plaything that you are. In the mirror, you can see yourself clearly: your naked skin scratched red with your nails, your hair messed, his markings stamped onto your left, eyes possessed. 

Sweat drips between the curve of your breasts. Your cries and gasps delight Sukuna as you lean over the mirror in pain again: the markings burn into your right arm now. 

A reward for your pretty words. Don’t you want more, sweetheart?

Who says your words? Whose lips move when you speak? Who are you? 

“I do, master. I want more.” 

Your sobs are loud. But Sukuna says that this is all inside your head. And inside your head there is just you and him. No one will hear you cry and beg. 

Sukuna’s markings hurt your pretty face as they appear. It’s a familiar pain now, one that claims a promise of something more. Lines across your cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. It’s as if he’s leaving kisses. 

Look into the mirror. Who do you see?

“You.”

Who do you belong to?

“You.”

He’s pleased. Kneel, doll. 

Down on your knees you await further burn. It trickles down your neck along with your tears, it caresses down your shoulders, it flows down your chest. Stings like hellish love.  

Goosebumps. Tight breaths. A blush over your marked face. Your fingers move to wet them inside your mouth and then pinch your pebbled nipples. “Ahhh~” Sukuna enjoys you. “Master, nghh, ah~”.  

Spread.

Your thigh split, your cunt exposed to the mirror. The final marks, around your thigh and right above your mons, sear into place. You have yet to recover from the pain when a hand leaves your breast and strokes through the patch of your womanly hair to spread your cunt open. Two pairs of hellfire eyes watch you. They watch you all the time. Everywhere. Inside and out.

He doesn’t let you touch, though. You simply kneel in that position, an open hole for display, your arousal dripping down your thighs and ass, every muscle pulled taut in your body, tits heaving as you puff and gulp, skin shining with moonlit sweat. Every inch of you is under his control. 

Perfect as porcelain, my doll. His monstrous laughs sound and resound in your head until nothing else but him remains. Ryomen Sukuna. No one else. No one else understands. No one else can see. It's just you and him. 

Your heart beats so desperately. You can taste him on your tongue. You can feel his many hands all over your stinging skin. You can’t think straight but– it must be– if you could but make sense of it–Sukuna–this must be love. 

And just like that, it’s over. The markings are gone. You collapse onto the floor of your bedroom. 

I’ll be back tomorrow night.

a/n: the italised and bold words are thoughts. which are of the possessed and which of the possessor?

[lacheri]

16, Levi (loveu)

(iloveusomuchty i rly wanted to do this one)

send me a number and a kiss prompt!

prompt 16. "Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking for."

minors dni! ageless blogs dni! summary: best friend Levi x afab reader (modern au obvi), Levi is a loverboy. yearning and romance movies, suggestive themes (no smut my apologies however there is an honorary wiener mention), fluff, mild jealously, a drabble if you will wc: 1.7k

It could be considered monumentally embarrassing to be desperately in love with one’s best friend. Predictably cliche, definitely — an overplayed trope that usually ends with countless years of yearning and regret.

Levi unfortunately crumbles beneath the crushing weight of stereotype. You have been his closest and dearest friend for over a decade. Bound by passionately declared pinky promises in youth, grass stained knees, and first time adult activities — you have been by his side every step of the way.

It’s what makes it so terrible. The history stretches deep and intimately, a bountiful reward of trust and companionship earned through trial and fire. The saddest moments of your conjoined lives, the happiest, all of it — you are in everything.

And it is simply awful that Levi looks at you the way he does. Lust licking behind his pupils, extending to the tips of his fingers — they hover midair, so close to you, but he couldn’t feel further. You trust him to never look at you the way so many other men do, with eyes composed of sickening claim and possession. Levi would kill any other person who so much as dared insult you in such a way, gaze or otherwise.

Previous boyfriends of yours never stood a chance against Levi. You had jokingly declared him as your guard dog, barking away any potential suitors. In the end, Levi always came first. A flicker of vain pride strokes his ego, ultimately squandered by the fact he had never had you in the way all those other guys have. 

He blinks, feeling the fiery flames of anger scorch at his heart. It drives him insane to think this, for a multitude of reasons. For one, he holds you to an impossible position – he loves you so dearly he doubts he would ever risk losing you over stupid feelings. For two, well, it means he can never have you. It pisses him off.

However, now is not the appropriate time to send himself into a fury. Not when you’re settled beside him on your couch, lounging so peacefully at his side. The television flashes bright light, dragging him from his thoughts. You stifle a laugh, engrossed in whatever romance movie you put on.

Maybe that’s what has him taking mental inventory over his emotions. Admittedly, Levi does not care for sappy love movies. It turns out to be your favorite genre, so he keeps his mouth shut. Anything considered unenjoyable to Levi seems pleasant when you’re involved anyhow.

His arm is slung behind your shoulders, his fingers twitching mere centimeters away from your clothed skin. You’re partially leaned against him, elbow propped against his side, holding your head in your palm. Heat radiates from you, engulfing his rational thoughts and physical senses. Levi watches you from the corner of his eye — you’re smiling as the two leads confess their feelings to one another after years of pining for another.

Once again, overplayed and cliche. Levi resists the urge to scoff. Your bottom lip juts out, you breathe a deep inhale through your nostrils. With impeccable timing, your eyes begin to water.

He guessed you’d cry right around this part of the film. He’s watched it with you countless times. Levi’s actually surprised you’ve lasted this long without sobbing.

“It’s just so nice,” you sniffle, probably feeling his gaze. “They get me every single time with this scene!”

“You’re just a sentimental baby,” he weakly teases. “You’ll cry over anything.”

“Nuh-uh!” you rebuttal, whipping your face towards him.

“Sensitive little cry baby,” he chuckles.

“Whatever,” your eyes roll, your arms moving to gently shove at his side. “You’re an asshole, Ackerman.”

“Name calling now?”

“You started it!”

“And?”

“And I’m allowed to love love!” you sit fully upright, brows knitted together.

You look quite pretty when you’re angry, so Levi fuels the fire, “It’s cheesy.”

“It’s beautiful!”

“It’s boring.”

“Okay then, movie director Levi,” you say, somehow shifting yourself closer. “What’s the perfect love story then? What would make you cry?”

Levi conceals a gulp, “Nothing, probably.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you shove your finger into his chest. “You probably love all this sappy shit.”

“They kiss each other like they hate each other. I don’t find any of your movies romantic in the slightest.”

“That is not true! They clearly love one another!”

“They’re actors. Shitty ones at that.”

“Movie director turned method actor,” you mock. “Since you’re the expert, what’s the perfect scene then?”

“I don’t know,” Levi says. “Sweeter, maybe.”

“Show me then,” you challenge. “How would you kiss someone you’re secretly in love with?”

His mouth gapes open in shock. No, no. This is not how this happens.

In his imaginary future, Levi believes that the two of you only end up together another decade away. Maybe after a failed marriage or two, absent of any potential prospects, and finally end up deciding to face the truth and choose one another. It’s very dramatic, in line with whatever perfect love story you’re asking him to create, but it’s the only reasonable conclusion Levi can come to.

His gaze flickers to your lips. You’re impossibly close now, practically sharing the same breath. Your eyes glimmer in eager anticipation, determined to somehow prove him a sentimental sap. He wonders if you can see the yearning he so desperately tries to hide, staring at him so intently like this.

He murmurs your name, “No.”

“Come on, don’t be a weenie!” you laugh. “It’s just a kiss!”

“I don’t see how kissing you will show that I like shitty romance movies.”

“I’m trying to humble you,” you exhale loudly. “I’m sure acting is harder than it looks. It’s not that hard, Levi, just pretend that you’re in love with me.”

“I said no,” he frowns. “That seems cruel, doesn’t it?”

“It’s harmless,” you laugh. “Just one kiss, that’s all I’m asking for. Since you’re the expert, show me how it’s done.”

Levi’s resiliency is slipping by the second. Unknowing, his arm has circled around your back, holding you still in place against him. You’re nearly sat on his lap, which is doing absolutely no favors to his amplifying heart rate. 

Levi has never been good at pretending. He makes a terrible liar, truth to be told. Were he to indulge you, he doesn’t feel that he would be able to hold back his feelings any longer. They’d be painfully exposed, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless to your criticism. 

The sparkle in your heated vision is enough to spin his head clean off his neck. Levi feels beside himself, intoxicated by all the complexities of human love and connection. A part of him feels as if he would be betraying you, even if this kiss truly is harmless. He’s your friend — friends don’t indulge in desires of the flesh. They support, they uplift, they do not ever cross the boundary between friendship and lovers.

On the other hand, the temptation is damning. His left palm rests on the top of your exposed thigh — you’re wearing the pajama shorts that makes Levi feel like he’s going to pass away. Your hair is messy from lounging, your skin warm with comfort, your smile manipulatively convincing. So angelically mischievous, eyeing him like a competitor to your own silly game.

“You want me to kiss you?” Levi mutters stupidly.

You nod, lashes fluttering, “Yes. Do it for the plot.”

His resolve shatters valiantly. His gaze roams the plains of your expression, searching for a hint of doubt. Conviction rings true in every feature, but something else too. Levi just can’t name it exactly.

If this may be his only opportunity to place his lips upon yours, so be it. To hell with an imaginary future, to stupid romance movies, and to pining. 

The hand resting on your thigh slides up, timid and cautious. You do not flinch away. To Levi’s surprise, you lean closer, angling your neck to best slot your mouth to his. It feels surreal, being near you like this.

He can admit to himself he’s imagined this more than once in varying scenarios. Impassioned lip lock, buttons flying from your clothing as he tears them from your body, the wet warmth between your thighs. It flashes before his mind's eye, images of you pleading him to get closer and closer.

The first dip of his head and you lunge forward. The kiss that meets his lips is harsher than he could’ve ever predicted, all pressed teeth and sharp jaw. It snaps him from whatever hesitation lingers, shreds of chivalry cascading away. 

Levi has wanted you in this way for as long as he’s known you, despite all the repression. He is only a man, he can only fight this for so long.

So, he gives up.

His fingers thread through your hair, latching onto the back of your head to keep your pressure. He stifles a contented sigh, opting to breathe through his nose to meet your fever. Your lips are inconceivably soft. Your mouth molds to his so brutally in spite of your plush. Your palm rests against his neck and Levi turns into a puddle of his former self.

He’s kissing back, desperately trying to convey all the words unspoken throughout the years. All of the love, the pining, the lust, the admiration, hell — even the respect. If there was one human being on earth he’d wish to be this close to, without a moment of hesitation he would choose you. 

You, you, you — it’s always been you.

A rumble across his mouth sends shivers down his spine. You’re moaning. Levi presses himself closer, eager to feel every peak and valley of you against himself. He cannot tell if he feels your heartbeat pounding in your chest, or if it is just his own. Utterly lost in you, he swallows your noises, hands sliding down to wherever he can slot them. Your neck, your bent spine, the bottom of your chest — his palms are everywhere. Yours mirror his own, clawing and grasping wantonly.

He feels as if he is dreaming. Levi very well might be. This is often the scene he plays in his head when he’s left alone to his devices, languid form in his bed, pawing at the lower half of his belly. 

He’s more erect than he cares to admit, so he tries to keep a distance from your touch and his thighs. 

You gasp, a shaky inhale as you peer up at him through thick lashes, “Levi?”

He hums a response, too entranced in your embrace to formulate a proper word.

“Is it okay if we keep going?” you ask timidly. 

He wants to explode. “Please.”

Your fingers dance across his thigh, inching agonizingly close to where he needs you desperately.

“For the plot?”

“For the plot.”

LACHERI © 2021-2025: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[daemyra-fire]

This person commented on the GMA video of the interview with EM, Ann and Max, and I found it very interesting and wanted to share it because she is a person who claims not to be an Osblaine fan and I found it incredible that even the people who don't support their relationship or 100% Nick, understand it the same as we do and it has nothing to do with romance.

In the comment it says:

As a university professor with a PhD in literature, I’ve dedicated my life to analyzing narrative structures, character development, and thematic consistency. And I can say this confidently: what the writers did to Nick Blaine in Season 6 of The Handmaid’s Tale wasn’t bold or subversive storytelling — it was a narrative betrayal.

And just to be clear: I’m not an “Osblaine” shipper. I didn’t love Nick because of his relationship with June. I appreciated him as a deeply layered character whose quiet resistance stood in contrast to the louder, more visible defiance of others. Not every hero needs to shout.

Nick’s resistance started long before June. He smuggled contraband to Jezebels. He joined the Eyes to report predatory Commanders — a decision rooted in moral outrage after Waterford’s first Handmaid died by suicide. He managed to take down Commander Guthrie – the creator of the Handmaids´ system. He continued this pattern of calculated dissent after meeting June - Nick was the one who secretly smuggled the Jezebels letters out of Gilead and delivered them to Luke in Canada, an act that directly led to Canada refusing to sign a diplomatic agreement with Gilead.

About his promotions – Serena gave him a Wife (Eden) out of jealousy. He was promoted to Commander not as a reward, but as punishment — for pulling a gun on Fred to help June and Nicole escape. Even his marriage to Rose served a purpose: to get closer to the Mackenzies, who had custody of June’s daughter, Hannah. Nick was always trying to help — quietly and at great personal cost.

The Marthas in Season 4 speak to him like an equal, not like they fear him. That tells us a lot. And even other Commanders call him a “boy scout” in Season 6. He wasn’t like them — and he never wanted to be. His character was consistent, reserved, and morally conflicted — not perfect, but clearly not ideologically aligned with Gilead.

And here’s something telling: in his apartment above the garage, we see Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez. This is not just a random prop. That novel is about enduring love and resistance in the face of cruelty and loss. The writers deliberately gave him that book. It’s a clear signal — Nick was written as someone with inner depth, quiet resistance, and a poetic soul. That choice was intentional.

I’m not mad that he died. Yes, it contradicts The Testaments where he’s still alive, but that’s not the biggest problem. I’m devastated because he died in vain, and worse — was framed as a traitor. After seasons of showing us his internal resistance and quiet bravery, the only logical conclusion to his arc was for him to stay in Gilead and help destroy it from the inside. That was his purpose. That was his path. Until the show changed course.

And here’s where context matters: after Season 4, there were changes in the writers' room,. After Season 5 Bruce Miller stepped down as showrunner. The result? A drastic shift in tone and character logic — especially for Nick. In Season 5, the writers seemed to be positioning Lawrence as morally compromised — until Bradley Whitford reportedly pushed back. So what did they do in Season 6? Gave that arc to Nick instead. Serena gets redemption. Aunt Lydia gets redemption. Even Lawrence and Naomi. But not Nick. It feels like the writers didn’t want everyone to be redeemed, so they sacrificed the one character whose quiet resistance had been there all along.

Then there’s the retroactive flashback in Season 6 — where Nick says life before Gilead wasn’t so great. That was never part of his character before. It’s a late, awkward insert designed to justify the narrative pivot, and it falls completely flat. Max Minghella himself, the actor who plays Nick, was shocked when he read the scripts for Season 6. He admitted in interviews that he questioned whether he had misunderstood Nick as a character all along — which should be a red flag. When even the actor doesn’t recognize the character he’s played for years, that points to a deep inconsistency in the writing. Nick wasn’t perfect — but he was principled. He wasn’t loud — but he was brave. He didn’t want power. What happened to him wasn’t just a sad ending.

It was bad writing.

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This is literally what the writers thought everyone was going to buy into season 6 when they gave us proof in previous seasons that he wasn't like the others and even fans who weren't that involved noticed! 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[pparadiselost]

little black dress.

noel noa x fem reader a dinner date ends more intimately than expected. warning(s): nsfw, mirror sex minors do not interact.

you couldn’t remember the last time you had been this excited for a night out. it was like there was something different in the air, something like a spark tingling in the atmosphere, and you could barely sit still the entire day just waiting for the time to pass by.

could anyone blame you? you hadn’t been out on any proper dates in a long, long time, and whatever experiences you did have, you could probably count the number of times you went out on a date like this on one hand. as much of a diehard romantic as you were deep down, reality often didn’t pan out the same way your imagination did, and that sometimes just meant foregoing the same romantic endeavors that your more sociable peers might have.

but not while you were with noel noa. you always thought that you must have been some kind of war hero in your past life to somehow end up in a relationship with him. he was stoic and perhaps not the most expressive, but he was perfect in your eyes. hardworking, dedicated, and loyal, you liked to think that he was kind of like a reward for all of your arduous patience.

“be ready by six,” was all he had said to you over the phone last night. “wear something nice. if you want to buy a new dress, treat yourself. you already have my card. i booked a dinner reservation at a restaurant i think you’ll like.”

knowing noa, it was probably a super expensive, high end place that he would insist on paying for. he was never a particularly vain nor a materialistic man, but he was the world’s best striker and that did conveniently come with a pretty hefty paycheck. he was a frugal man, but when it came to treating you right, he would only accept the best.

you insisted that you didn’t need big gestures or expensive gifts to make the whole thing work. if anything, you cherished the homey moments you had with him more. you liked seeing him as noel noa the boyfriend, not noel noa the celebrity. no one else in the world knew what he sounded like as he dozed off on facetime while playing abroad or how tight his hugs were when you’d come to welcome him back home at the airport. 

but getting princess treatment and being pampered every once in a while didn’t hurt either. time just seemed to pass by so slowly, so you made up your mind to play into your excitement. trying to bottle it up wouldn’t do you any good, and besides, a little treat never hurt anyone. 

you ease yourself into a nice warm bath, even sprinkling in some nice smelling salts and a glittery bath bomb you had buried in your bathroom cabinets. you didn’t leave the bath until you were absolutely sure you had soaked long enough and would come out sparkling like a newborn unicorn. the thought made you smile as you worked on your hair and skin, busting open all of the expensive skincare products you had been saving for a special occasion. it was healing, to spread all of these fragrant creams and lotions over your arms and legs, taking it slow and showing some proper appreciation for your body.

your make-up came easily after that, and you had fun picking out some nice colors and your favorite products. you were practically glowing in your reflection, and you couldn’t help but muse about how nice it was to feel so appreciative about yourself for once. it was too easy to get caught up in the hubbub of your everyday life and to feel down while trying to navigate a complicated relationship with such a well-known figure with grace. 

you swing your closet door open and take a good look at the clothes inside. noa had told you to get pretty, and you want to look breathtaking for your date. you rifle through the different dresses and outfits, looking for the perfect thing to don for the night. your eyes go from the front of your closet to the back, where you find a simple but adorable little black dress nestled inside. it’s everything you were looking for. the color sleek, the design sexy but refined, and elegant enough to meet noa’s more mature taste.

you don’t waste another thought grabbing the dress and shimmying into it. you’re blown away by your reflection in your mirror. to say you look beautiful would only be the beginning. you’re practically glowing with confidence, the dress hugging you in all the right places and making you look less like the humble mousey homebody you were to a glamorous socialite. you squeal internally, celebrating a job well done at getting ready, and you make yourself comfortable finishing up the final touches as you wait for your boyfriend to come pick you up.

sure enough, just as you were taking a breather and getting comfortable in your own skin, the doorbell went off. giddy as if you were going on your first date with him, you skip to the door and swing it open.

“ready?” the tall man at the door greets you simply. you beam up at him, your enthusiasm practically dripping off of you. noa must have spent some time getting ready himself as well: he’s dressed cleanly and simply for the date, and if you’re not mistaken, he must have treated himself to a haircut as well.

before you can do anything else, a bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers emerged from behind his back. a soft smile graces his usually stoic face, and you can see the smile wrinkles crinkling up around the corners of his eyes. you can’t exactly differentiate all of the flowers, but they’re breathtaking. the gesture has the butterflies in your stomach running wild all over again.

“for you,” he breathes. you struggle to properly form words as you return his smile with one of your own, truly feeling like a kid in a candy shop. you take the bouquet gingerly from him, and you take a moment to admire the blooms and their vibrant colors. they’re lovely, and even though it’s such a classic romantic gesture, it means more coming from him. noa is always so strict about his professional life and how he maintains himself, so this little present only cements the fact that you’re someone special to him.

“noel, you really shouldn’t have…! you’re already treating me to dinner!” you try to scold him, but he plays it off smoothly. you smile as you hug the bouquet, and he slips a hand around your waist to bring you so he can kiss you on your forehead. 

“all of this is the least that i can do for all of your patience with me. i know being with me is difficult,” he murmurs. his eyes glance over your body, his sharp gaze falling over your face, your chest, your waist, and your legs. his usually harsh expression seems to warm up after being around you. “you look beautiful too. really beautiful.”

“you’re the one that told me to dress up,” you remind him teasingly with a foxy grin as you prance off to find something that could serve as a vase for the flowers. you really ought to invest in a proper flower vase at this point; using an empty wine bottle feels like an insult to the bouquet. he makes himself at home while you hum a tune under your breath and carefully arrange the flowers in their makeshift place, admiring the gift yet again.

noa glances at his expensive watch and then towards you. “are you ready to head out? i don’t want to be late to our reservation.”

you slip your hands into the crook of his toned arm, the muscle shifting to adjust to your grip. you can feel how well built he is and how chiseled he’s gotten from a lifetime of sports, and you fight back the slight heat creeping around your body at the thought of getting to hog such an in-demand man all to yourself for the time being. 

“let’s be off!”

…

…

…

you thought the dinner went well. you enjoyed the food and the drinks, and the conversation flowed naturally as it always did. you shared jokes with noa, the man cracking a laugh every now and then, and you couldn’t imagine a more perfect night. he even let you order dessert, and he let you steal the better part of his once you had wolfed down your share. he really was the perfect boyfriend in every sense of the way, and you were glowing with how much fun you had had when he escorted you back home. 

you had half-expected him to simply drop you off with a kiss and scuttle off to whatever his manager demanded he do, but instead of the night ending early, noa evidently had other plans in mind.

“you did this on purpose tonight, didn’t you?” rough hands yank impatiently at the back of his dress, nothing like the charismatic and the usually gentle demeanor you knew of noa. heat blooms and stirs deep inside of you like a dormant monster coming to life, and you don’t offer any resistance as he unzips the back of your dress. his wandering hands immediately tug at your bra, unhooking them with a practiced expertise and latching onto the soft flesh of your tits. 

your breathing shallows. you’re at his mercy even though he’s just gotten started. noa doesn’t care whether or not it was your intention to rile him up this much. you look good, good enough for him to sink his teeth into, and he was going to have you after having held himself back for so long.

and he thinks you’re in the perfect place for that. he’s perched on the edge of your bed, and you’re placed perfectly in his lap. you keep grinding your ass against his toned, muscled thighs and the obviously big tent in the crotch of his pants. through the dimness of your room, you can see your silhouette merging with his in the mirror, your now messy reflection nothing like the sunny girl you had been just hours prior.

calloused fingers grab hungrily at your tits. his palms rub against your sensitive skin, and you barely choke back a moan when his fingertips brush over your hardened nipples. you can feel him exhale deeply when he feels you shudder against his chest, and reacting to you, his fingers toy with your nipples. pinching teasingly, flicking your nipples, groping at your chest, he has you more or less writhing in his embrace even though he hasn’t even undressed you fully.

“i wanted to do this to you ever since i came to pick you up. bet you had no clue,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. you whimper incoherently, your insides doing backflips when his teeth ghost over the thin skin of your ear, his movements lethal and sensual. “i was tempted. i wanted to rip this dress off of you and fuck you right there on the floor. and you didn’t know a single thing.”

“noel, i-,” you don’t know what you should say. god, him talking about how he wanted to rail you into tomorrow, to stretch your pretty cunt out on his thick cock and make you cream all over his girth made your head spin dangerously. he keeps coaxing you bit by bit out of your dress, and it was only out of respect for your belongings that kept him from physically tearing it off of your body. not that the dress was the issue to begin with: he could easily buy you a hundred expensive dresses if you only wanted it.

he grinds up against your ass once your metaphorical armor drops helplessly to the floor in a black puddle, followed fully by your bra. a lump grows in your throat as he nudges your legs apart with his own, and his fingers travel down the valley of your breasts, your stomach and waist, all the way between your parted thighs and down to your clothed hole. you grit your teeth when his thick fingers rub against your clothed slit, and something that sounds suspiciously close to a possessive chuckle comes from him when he can feel how wet you are against his fingertips.

“did you like that?” he mutters. “you’re so wet down here. your panties are so wet. bet you weren’t thinking of this when you were getting all giggly during our dinner date and playing footsie with me under the table. this is your reward for working me up all night.”

you grip at his forearms. your hole is pulsing as he rubs at you through your panties, your impatience visible on every inch of your body. fuck, you could feel yourself getting aroused at an embarrassingly fast pace, and it didn’t help that you could see your reflection perfectly in your mirror from where the two of you were seated. it was amazing how much self control noa had over his body. you could feel how hard and how big his dick had gotten while you were pressed up against him, your bodies gyrating lewdly together. dry humping each other while he toyed with your slit, just threatening to slip underneath your panties to touch you directly but not quite.

you throw your head back, using his broad shoulders as a makeshift support. “noel- noel, please- don’t touch me like that… i need more. i want you inside me-”

he laughs. “falling apart already? i just told you about how much you’ve been torturing me all night. don’t you think you can handle a little bit more? it’s only a fraction of what you did.”

“i want it- want it so bad, please…,” your voice trails off. you’re drooling at the thought of having his fingers stuffed inside of you. nothing could quite imitate the addictive stretch of his cock, but his fingers would feel so good inside of you. just thinking about him pumping his knuckles in and out, acutely feeling your insides twitching and drooling around him, your pussy hooked on every part of his body forever. you wiggle your hips shamelessly in rhythm with how he’s teasing you. you need him inside of your cunt. these small touches aren’t doing anything for you, and the pounding escalating in your head has nowhere to go.

noa isn’t a cruel man by any means. but he has no qualms about making you earn what he deems is appropriate, and you know that that’s what he’s doing to you right now. “why should i give myself to you? show me. show me how much you want me.”

he stops momentarily to grab at the sides of your panties, and you shudder when he peels them slowly and painstakingly off of your hips and thighs. your juices cling to the seat of your panties when he pulls them off of your thighs, your now painfully pulsing and empty hole left unprotected. noa then reaches for your own wrist, and he coaxes your legs even further apart until every part of your glistening cunt is shown in the mirror reflection, his soon-to-be indulgent reward.

your breath shakes, leaving your body as if the last sense of dignity was leaving you as well. you let him guide your hand towards your cunt, and you know what he wants to see from you. noa is a man of action, of results, and you press your fingers slowly towards your swollen clit. you let out a quiet sigh, a dull shudder of pleasure flickering up your stomach when you circle your sensitive nub. his eyes are sharp, and he never leaves your form in the mirror as you put on a perfect show for him, your own face scrunched up mid-moan and gasping out breathlessly as you touch yourself.

you imagine it’s him touching you. you try to emulate the way he would slowly touch your clit, rough fingertips swapped out for your soft ones. you take your time with yourself, making sure to savor the way your arousal swirls deep inside your body. you want to make it worth your while, you want to put on a good display for your boyfriend. he watches you like a hawk as you move your hips into your hand, your movements alternating between slow, loving movements to faster ones, from pinching your clit to sliding your fingertips up and down your slick folds to show noa just how wet you are, just how much you want him to touch your body.

“oh, fuck-,” you groan out. your fingertips circle your fluttering hole, your walls feeling horrible and empty. your fingers are so small in comparison to noa’s, but not having anything stretching you out feels even worse. you can feel noa’s breathing shallow slightly when you press your fingers against your entrance. you’re not quite penetrating yourself, but you feel the pressure against your pussy, just threatening to breach the tight ring of muscle and stretch your insides out the way you craved it. 

you push your finger past your slick hole, and you throw your head back again, moaning noa’s name. “oh, god- noel… want you inside of me, noel- need you so bad… fuck- ohhhh, fucking hell- noel…”

his hard on grinds against your ass as you begin to build a comfortable pace. you thrust two fingers inside of you, trying to mimic the movements of his thick fingers or even better, the movements of his thick cock. your fingers are a far cry from how deep and how well he fucks you, but it’ll suffice for now. and you know noa likes riling you up, prepping you implicitly like this. 

your reflection shakes in the mirror as the pleasure starts to light up your brain, your body melting away into a quivering mess of flesh and blood. the picture perfect part of the night was done, and now it was time to get into the dirty, the messy, the part that steals your breath and makes you unlock that deeply seeded bit of your mind that relishes in the unspeakable. you let your voice pitch a little higher, making your moans airy and pretty the way noa likes it best. 

“want you deep inside me…” you scissor your fingers, making sure he catches a good glimpse of the way your inner walls cling to your outstretched knuckles and all of your glistening juices dripping off of your skin. you rub at your clit with your other hand, overwhelming and flooding your senses. you can feel the hot arousal in your stomach drinking up the pulses of pleasure hurtling up your spine. your fingers thrust into your cunt faster, deeper, the pads of your fingertips desperately searching for that sweet spot inside you that makes stars explode underneath your eyelids.

noa thinks you look absolutely heavenly. angelic, even, like he’s almost undeserving of a girl as perfect as you. he’s craved this piece of euphoria the entire night, eager to see you spread out and drowning in your own pleasure, that pretty body of yours no longer hidden by the shadowy swathes of your date night dress. it’s agony, to not touch you and to not fuck you out into pieces on his cock like some feral animal, but noa is rational man. he wants to take his time with you. he wants to bury into the sinews and the tendons of your love, and he wants to sink his teeth into your sweetness and feel its sticky headiness, its heavy aftermath as it passes over his tongue and his throat, to settle somewhere deep in his heart.

“show me.” his voice is calm but strained, and he’s breathing through his nose in an attempt to calm himself. something hot and dull and not fully clear pounds against his abdomen, and blood keeps on rushing to his pants, his cock choking and gasping for attention. but noa is a master of control, and he pushes his own carnal needs aside to focus on you. “where do you want me?”

“deep. inside me,” you eke out. your voice sounds desperate, and you’re close to losing control over your body. he can see the way pleasure runs rampant all over your body. sweat beads on your skin, and when he presses his hands against you, you lean into his touch as if the small gesture is what’ll get you to finish. “want you to touch me more, noel… my fingers don’t feel as good as you do.”

he can barely suppress a laugh as he kisses your face, and you reward him with a breathy moan. “are you close? are you going to cum?”

your walls pulse and squeeze around your fingers at the sound of his voice, stoic and controlled. he’s a stark contrast to how quickly you’re falling apart, the pressure inside of your gut coiling in on itself almost painfully. you nod feverishly, your hips bucking in rhythm with how frantically you’re fucking yourself out on your fingers. “yes- wanna cum! but it’s not enough- don’t wanna cum on my fingers- wanna cum on your cock instead, please… god, touch me, touch me please…!”

he presses his lips together, and you meet his intense gaze through the mirror. “...fine. have it your way. stop touching yourself.”

your pussy feels like it’s crying out in protest when you pull your fingers out, strands of your sticky arousal clinging between your gaping hole and fingertips. your hole throbs and quivers, instantaneously craving the addictive high of being stretched out and fucked again. but you stay strong and push past the dull thrum in the back of your head, mouth going dry as noa maneuvers his cock out of his pants. 

your breath hitches in the back of your throat when you can feel something thick and hard rubbing at the inside of your thighs, and you carefully guide his cock against your slit. he bucks his hips against yours, grinding upwards so he can coat his length with your slick. you let out a small cry when his cockhead prods at your clit, and sparks settle deep inside your gut. going between edging yourself to feeling noa’s bare cock burying itself in between your soaked folds is too much, and you want him inside you as quickly as possible.

“so needy,” he murmurs as if he’s not the one who put you in this situation to begin with, “is this what you wanted? do you think you can understand how i felt now?”

you nod frantically. you’re entranced at the lewd silhouette of the two of you in the mirror, bodies entwining. his cock is huge, engorged all the way from having watched you touch yourself so eagerly, and you can feel it twitching and throbbing against you. pre-cum dots the tip, and you swallow when you see it mixing together with your juices that are coating his length.

“inside-,” you whisper like a broken record, “put it inside me- want your cock inside my pussy…”

“yeah? i’ll give it to you as much as you want,” the frenchman promises. “i’ll fuck you out so good that you can’t walk tomorrow. how about that? would that be enough for your greedy pussy? or do i need to break you further?”

your head nearly spins. it doesn’t matter to you how much he takes from you. all that matters is that you get him in one way or another. you know that he has what you need, that he’ll make you good, make you cum your brains out so that you’re left a mangled, breathless mess stuffed full of his cum and dick by the end of the night. you couldn’t imagine a more perfect ending to this tryst. 

his cockhead presses against your greedy opening, covered from tip to base with your slick. he grips at your hips, and a breathy moan escapes you as he pushes your body down on his cock. despite how long the two of you have been together, the first intrusion of his thick cock into your pussy leaves you breathless each and every time. your entire body trembles as he forces more and more of his dick into you, your already sensitive walls clamping down immediately on his engorged length. 

he doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, determined to make you feel every inch of his massive dick sliding into you. you’re taking him so well, like your cunt was made just to be stuffed with his cock, and you’re already writhing on top of him. arousal wells like the ebb and flow of the sea waves when you can see your reflection in the mirror. you can see his cock intruding into you, your pussy lips spread apart and glistening as you’re being split into two on his length.

“soooo big-,” you swoon starstruck. “you’re always so big, noel… love how you feel inside of me.”

“do you now?” he replies, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. you’re fluttering around him deliciously, your legs spread out all pretty for him in his lap, and you can feel his balls tensing up underneath you as he bottoms out. it’s insane, his sheer size, and you think it’s even crazier that you’ve gotten hooked on this man so deeply that you don’t think you can get off on anything that doesn’t involve him anymore. you swear you feel his tip all the way up in your throat, and just having him slide into you like this is enough to make your brain feel all tingly and fuzzy.

one hand starts rubbing slow circles into the skin of your hip, right where your thighs connect with the rest of your body. “why don’t you start moving for me then? i’m not done with you quite yet. keep putting on a bit of a show for me.”

you moan as you start grinding up and down, moving yourself slowly off of his cock before sinking down on it. your breath catches in the back of your throat as pleasure starts to flicker all over your insides again. your stomach coils each time you buck your hips, and seeing everything you’re doing reflected in the mirror doesn’t help you. you can see just how much of his cock is sliding in and out of you as you ride him, his hands beginning to wander all over your body. you whimper for him incoherently as his deft fingers rub at your clit and grope at your chest.

“look at you,” noa breathes against your ear. “look at how good you’re being for me. look at that pretty pussy… all wet and spread out just for me. feels good to ride me, doesn’t it? i can feel how tight you are every time you bounce in my lap.”

his lewd words have your insides clamping around him. you want him to keep talking to you like that, the deep cadences of his normally calm voice a stark contrast to your scattered thoughts. you can feel your rhythm speeding up, the desperation in your movements evident to him. you want to feel more of him inside of you, and you’re shaking your hips like any scrap of shame left inside of you has withered away. it did a long time ago, but you know you’re only enjoying it because it’s him, because everything that makes him feels good makes you feel good too.

you angle your hips so that his tip is sliding against that one spot you like best, and you’re throwing your head back and groaning out his name. noa’s cock throbs inside of you precariously with each swell of your voice. he likes having you like this, the possessive side of him eating up every part of you. he likes the contrast between your normally demure everyday, the side you keep honed and professional to perfect the balancing act of managing your own life and his hectic one, versus whatever madness he has you entrapped in once the two of you are alone. he likes it, likes how shameless you are, likes wielding the knowledge that he’s the only who gets to see you like this.

“feels so good- feels so good having cock inside me- having your cock inside me-,” you keep repeating the same words again. it’s all you care about. the rest of the world might as well be dead to you in this instant. all you want to feel is his strong chest against your back as you ride him, your sweaty bodies connected and twisting with one another.

“i know,” he whispers back. “and you’re taking it so well. that’s my lady. i can’t decide if i wanna look at you or the mirror. fuck, you’re so tight… do you like it when i talk to you like this? like it when i talk you through everything you’re doing while you see it in the mirror? c’mon, show me more of your pretty pussy…”

your thighs burn slightly with how much you’re working them, but you’re determined to see things through. his cock slides in and out of you with little resistance from just how wet you are, your pussy drooling over the sensation of being penetrated by him over and over again. with him touching your body all over, the pleasure receptacles in your brain keep lighting up. he knows how to make you fall apart so easily, and yet each time, it feels so new. you can’t get enough of whatever euphoria this is, being stretched out on his girth and drinking up all of his obscene praise.

“all spread out just for me… tits bouncing and everything too… so dirty,” he hums, swallowing thickly. his adam’s apple bobs, and he groans under his breath. you’re rocking your hips so well for him, moving in a way that makes both of you feel so good. he can feel his abs tensing up with each sensual roll of your hips. god, he loves it when you ride him. he loves seeing the pleasure and neediness scrawled all over your face, like you’re going to stop breathing if you don’t feel more of him with each thrust. he’s thrusting into you to match your pace. wet squelching noises fill the room to match your dazed breaths and cries each time his cock delves deep into your stretched out hole. 

“oh fuck- noel-,” you moan, arching your back. “i-if you talk to me like that, i’ll-”

he laughs when you can’t bring yourself to finish your words. you can feel your brain turning to mush, your ability to string together sentences dissolving like a spoonful of sugar mixed into water. the pleasure shooting through your core is too much for you to handle, consuming all of your consciousness. it’s all you can register, the addictive feeling of his cock spearing you into two, rubbing your ass against his lap shamelessly as you fuck yourself on his dick. 

“you’ll what? stay with me now.” his stern, unforgiving voice snaps you back out of whatever hazy drunkenness is pressing like a deadweight on your mind. “talk to me. is it making you feel good? do you like hearing my voice while having my cock inside of you? does that turn you on?”

you swear you can feel him smirking against your skin when your pussy clenches around him greedily. god, it’s so obvious. how could you not get off on this man’s voice? he’s so firm, so stern, and so ready to give you everything he has if you just so much as say the word. he’s as dedicated as he is draconian, and hearing how he’s going to force you to garble out your pathetic mewls in order to earn yourself your true prize makes your pussy throb painfully around him. 

“yes- love hearing you- turns me on so fucking much…,” you slur out. you don’t know how you’re going to face yourself in the mirror after everything that’s happening tonight. you’ve never seen anyone move their hips in the way you do now, hungry to have cock inside of you. his dick stretches you out just right, in the way that has your vision flashing white each time his cockhead slides deep into you. you want him to bruise your cervix and fuck you full, until you can’t walk and can’t do anything except obsess over him. “you’re so fucking sexy… you’re gonna kill me…”

“i’m not going to do such a thing. might fuck you until you pass out, but i would never hurt you. unless you want me to. but even then-…” he whispers. you choke out a loud whine when his fingertips graze over your clit again, pinching at your sensitive nub before rolling it in between his fingers. an electric surge washes over your body, and you’re clenching up so much around him that you’re basically milking his cock. you’re getting dangerously close, the aftershock of having fingered yourself earlier making the edge hurtle towards you that much faster. 

“noel…!”

he chuckles darkly. “-i think i prefer making you scream from pleasure.”

you’re practically writhing in his arms. your stomach pulses, coiling in and outward, waves of pleasure washing over you as the arousal in your gut quivers in accordance to some primal rhythm. he’s thrusting so hard up into you, and each snap of his hips into yours makes you let out a strangled cry. you can feel him rubbing so deep inside of you. what might have started out as a sensual night is now at its peak desperation, just two people fucking one another as if they’ve been starved of oxygen. you feel like you might actually crumble if you were to pull away from noa.

“like that, yeah?” the frenchman responds. the sounds of your sloppy lovemaking are ringing throughout the room, your cunt leaking like a faucet around him. he’s sliding in and out of your clenched hole, and you can barely breathe from how good it feels. your breaths are shallow and desperate, each thrust netting the striker a rough cry of his name. it does something to him too, lights up some part deep inside of his brain that likes hearing you cry for him. 

he’s a good man, and noa abides by being the best version of himself he can. but something about knowing how easily he can get you to break, how his cock has you turning into a fucked out version of yourself, how much he can corrupt you over and over again until you’re sobbing and begging for release, does something to him. it’s a kind of perverse obsession, but the more he feeds it, the more he craves it. he loves breaking you down in his arms, and he savors each opportunity he gets.

“gonna cum soon, aren’t you?” he groans. “i know you are. i can feel you tightening up around my cock… squeezing me all nice. fuck—pretty pussy just clenched up around me now.. i’ll make you cum- make you cum all over my cock… that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“yes!” you sound feverish with how needy you are. you grind down on him, your cunt basically gushing all around his girth as his tip grinds against your g-spot. it feels so addictively good, almost enough to make you cum right there and then from how deep his cock is reaching inside of you. it’s insane how this man is built, like his cock was crafted just to rip orgasm after orgasm from you ruthlessly, until your sheets are drenched and you’re begging him for mercy. “make me cum! love cumming on your cock- ‘t’s the best- cumming on your cock is the best…!”

“gonna make you cum- then i’ll creampie that greedy pussy of yours. that tight fucking hole- made to take my cum too,” he grunts. his balls tense up against your ass, and he’s so close. he’s close to spilling inside of you, stuffing you out even further with his cock and cum mixing inside of your pliant cunt. you take him so well, beg for him so sweetly on command. noa is just a man, and what man could resist the pathetic sobs and cries of the woman he loves to death?

you’re a mess. you know this. and yet the thought, just the fleeting idea pressing up against your brain through the messy haze, of him cumming deep into your pussy and flooding your womb makes your walls twitch and jump up around him. he moans, the sound almost primal from how deep it comes from his chest, and you think you’re going to suffocate to death with how much of him you’re taking. 

“yeah- want that too, don’t you? don’t even think about hiding anything from me. i know you too well for that.” his breath is hot on your skin, and you’re consumed with the need for him to bite you. you want him to be rough with you the way he is right now, breaking you in a way that you can only describe as lovingly. you’re milking him wildly, and you’re not going to last longer. his cockhead bullies the entrance of your womb, ramming into what feels like your cervix, and it’s all you can do to take in shallow breaths and let him fuck into you like the world’s about to end tomorrow.

“cumming…!” your chest feels tight. the pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s almost too much. “i’m cumming! cumming, cumming- fuck, fuck, oh shit- it’s getting everywhere! feels so good- you’re gonna break me, you’re gonna break my pussy!”

your vision flashes white. you can’t breathe for a second, your lungs giving out on you as if you had the wind knocked out of you. all it takes is for one full stroke for you to come tumbling across the edge, pleasure coursing like it's overtaking your pulse all throughout the crevices of your body. your back arches dangerously off of his chest, and you’re clenching up all around him. you’re vaguely aware of the wetness gushing past your womb and from your hole. your juices are leaking out of you like a faucet, undoubtedly making a mess underneath you.

but you can’t care less. the sensations zipping through your mind and your body are just too good. you’re a far cry from the beautifully put together woman you were a few hours ago, composed and intelligent. now all you can register, all you care about, all you live for is the high of orgasming after being fucked stupid on noa’s cock. 

his thick cock keeps slamming into you rapidly, threatening to split you in half. your stomach is still buzzing from the high, but he’s being so rough. you can feel the overstimulation tingling somewhere in your gut, your sensitive walls crying out as his cock refuses to let up the brutal pace. it’s hot, and you can feel your stomach coiling up again in painful knots, sending shockwaves of pain mixed with pleasure all throughout your core.

“w-wait- don’t keep going so fast!” you slur out, your words mixing into one another. it’s taking everything inside of you just to hold onto a semblance of coherent clarity, his cock fucking you dumb with every passing second. “it’s too much- i-i can’t handle it…! i just came… don’t be so rough with me!”

“you can take it. you’re going to take it.” noa’s deep voice keeps you locked in place. the wet sounds of him fucking you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own high, has you trapped where you are. your brain feels fuzzy all over, and the tightness in your core isn’t helping you at all. at this rate, you’re going to cum again right after having your first orgasm ripped from you, and knowing that noa’s also about to blow his load right into you makes you feel weak and helpless in his arms.

you love it. you don’t know when this greedy streak inside of you must have developed, but there’s a kind of masochistic pleasure that you’re soaking up. you can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of being absolutely smothered in noa’s affection.

“fuck- tight fucking pussy-,” he mutters. “taking me so well. taking my cock so well- gonna cum inside you- you’re gonna take that too, yeah?”

you nod breathlessly. you’re sure your womb’s ready to take him, ready to have his cum flood you, soak up all of him like you were nothing more than a vessel made to take his love. he pumps into you hard, over and over, and you’re crying out, your moans mixing with his harsh breathing into one wet steamy mess.

your mind flashes blank when you feel the pressure rupturing inside of you. his cock pulses inside of you like a second heartbeat. his cum rushes into you, ropes of hot, strong cum filling up your womb and making you leak. it’s hot, burning its way across your sensitive insides, but you feel so happy and fucked out. you don’t need to look into the mirror across from you to know that you’re just a ghost of yourself, plugged to the brim with his cum and cock stretching out your worn out hole.

“sooooo good-,” you warble out. “feels sooooo good- love how full i feel…”

he’s breathing heavily. you can make out the faint sound of his ragged exhales and inhales, and you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back. there’s something so gentle yet so rough, so sweet yet so uncaring about the way he touches you. he loves you to death, but the polite restraint he has when it comes to your body always ends up snapping when you find some way to snap it like you want him to go crazy.

you do. 

there’s a sense of euphoric numbness that stains the air, that leaves you mindless and happy. you trust noa with everything you have, and you’re sure the weird fuzzy warmth that fills your head is the same feeling that must be consuming noa too. you don’t need to exchange any further words with him to know that the connection between the two of you runs deep. 

your womb sloshes with all the cum noa’s dumped inside you, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to let you go anytime soon. and you’re fine with that. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in the safety of his arms, all tuckered out after a rewarding dinner with him. you’re no saint nor a sinner, nothing more than your ordinary person who managed to win noa’s heart with patience and love, but in some ways, you like to imagine that these glimpses of otherworldly intimacy and happiness are your reward for always keeping your heart open towards someone as harsh as noa can be at times.

it’s a mutual feeling, you’re sure. but you’ll save those thoughts for later, when you’re more lucid and more capable of fending for yourself. for now, you continue to grasp at that tenderness, letting noa hold you close to his chest and his heart, just the two of you in your own special world and nothing else.

KINKTOBER 2024—la deuxième semaine.

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