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This is an absolute masterpiece. I'm actually past capitals, and back to lowercase, I am in such awe. This is one of those things I wish I'd written, it's so gorgeous, so artfully written, the imagery is so beautiful, and you made a blowjob seem like poetry, absolutely astounding??
Okay I have many quotes (I actually copied over 30, it must have been your entire fic, so I've heavily edited down to my absolute favourite bits)
âA messenger of the Valar. A being of pure light, sent to unlock his grandest abilities.â You turn around in his arms, and wrap yours around his neck, grinning. âI donât believe Iâve ever seen Celebrimbor quite so close to spending in his breeches before.â
Poor Brimby, I mean, who wouldn't when faced with Annatar appearing out of the smoke đ he got me good, never mind anyone actually standing close to him đ
âNot even the Maker himself is above admiring true beauty,â he says, lifting your chin with a gentle knuckle as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. âAnd you, my lady, are the most exquisite of his creations.â
The way I would die??? The way I did die just reading this??
The most skilled of Elven artists could not capture the exquisite painting which graces your roving eyes. âPerfectâ doesnât begin to describe himânot that you ever regard him as anything less. But in this specific form, he is the very picture of Elven beauty and grace, likely to enchant the eye of most, if not all beings of your kind.
Oh lord oh my god he is gorgeous and the picture you paint of him is sublime, I'm in love??
He is much smoother than Halbrand was. The hair on his body is less evident, as light in color as the blond tresses framing his face and not as coarse to the touch, you determine whilst trailing your fingers down his arm, shoulder to wrist. He is no doubt appealing, but you had been quite fond of the dark smattering of hair on Halbrandâs chest, and will surely miss the equally dark trail leading the tantalizing way between his navel and cock.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE WAY I DIED
Halbrand my beloved, your chest hair is immortal and beyond compare
You look up at your husband, standing above you in all his glory, the light of candles catching in his fair tresses in an ethereal halo. Yet most disarming are the pitch black depths of his eyes, trained onto you with devastating intensity.
What an absolutely gorgeous juxtaposition, I love this image so much!!!
âWell, my lady?â His tongue curls around the respectful title in such a way, it somehow sounds degrading. He tilts your chin even further back with a firm knuckle. âHow is it that you worship your gods?â
I yelled!! Yes we love both, let him do both, worship and degrade us, why am I so feral for this??
You are free to surrender yourself to him, and few things make you feel so powerful as his craving to be adored by you.
Hell yes hell yes hell yes it's the craving for me!!! He loves the attention, needs her like air, godddd it's perfect
âI have one god, and one alone,â you murmur, holding his gaze as you embrace his legs, clinging to the flesh just below his buttocks and striving to look up despite the angle at which you then bend. âI kneel only to him,â you lay a kiss above one knee, âI worship only at his feet,â then the other. âI would kill for him,â you kiss him mid-thigh on one leg, âI would die for him,â then the other. âI would live,â you place a kiss right to the side of his cock, âthrough endless torment,â as well as the other side, âonly for him.â You rise on your knees slightly, and press your lips below his navel, pleading with your eyes. For what, it matters not. For anything he might give.
Holy mother of divine sweet jesus, I cannot tell you how much I love this, I died, I was reborn, I died again
The growl which leaves your husbandâs throat is more wild beast than Elf. [...] He wants in.
âShow me,â he commands, his tip nudging at your quivering lips. âShow me how you adore me.â
I YELLED
Bestial Sauron, losing his damn mind, "show me how much you adore me", I am so feral for this adoring husband you write so well, he is sublime
You wish he would reward your efforts with the groans and gasps you know he keeps lodged within his throat. You want to rip them out with your teeth, if need be.
YASSSSSSSSS
âSuch beauty,â he muses gruffly, catching your tear with a gentle thumb even as he keeps thrusting. âSuch ruin.â
God this is gorgeous, "such ruin"???? He loves it, she loves it, they're both so unwell for each other, you can feel just how perfect they are for each other with each tiny look, action, piece of dialogue đđđ€đ
His mind nudges at yours, such a stark contrast between the immaterial caress and his ruthless handling of you. The answer he seeks is written in your eyes, your mind, the same message ringing out over and over from every corner of your being: Grip me, keep me, ruin me. Spill in my mouth. Fill it with your taste. Give me everything.
THIS
THIS ENDED ME, I AM ACTUALLY DEAD NOW
He looks for her consent and finds nothing wanting, she's right there with him, and the contrast between his roughness and gentleness is sending me
âMy love,â he breathes out, the lust in his gaze having melted into something akin to awe. âOh, my love. How desperately you crave my pleasure.â His chest begins to heave, eyes growing feral with fresh hunger. âAs I crave yours.â
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Even in the heat of your smuttiest scenes, there is such gorgeous emotion, idk how you do it, sublime
Oh, the audacious little arse of a Maia (whom you would not have any other way).
Pfffffft the way I cackled, he really is đđđ
And what a wonderous view indeed. From here, he is laid out below you like a grand feast, offering to the pleasure of your eye every little twitch of the muscles in his neck and abdomen as you give his length a few preparatory pumps. His hair is splayed out on your pillow in fair waves, like the halo of the divine being he now claims to be. You can nearly see why Morgoth had so wished to corrupt him, when he truly was a being of pure light. Though in Morgothâs place, you would never have been so foolish as to fail in cherishing Maironâs loyalty like the most precious gift that it was. In Morgothâs place, youâd have punished your beloved servant with nothing but the most wicked of pleasures, and rewarded his terrible feats in your name with a throne beside yours and a crown placed upon his splendid head.
This whole paragraph is sublime, what a feast indeed, the image of him is so beautiful, and imagining herself in Morgoth's place?? he deserves to be rewarded, let's reward him đđ„”
âGood.â Your husbandâs smile drips with pride. âI made it for you.â
It takes a moment for the meaning of his words to sink in. He has made this form, having fully recovered his ability to deliberately choose the shape and size of each part of himself, andâ
âOh,â you let out, your face crumpling with adoration as you melt on the inside. âYouâve gone through such troubleâŠâ
SHUT UP I LOVE IT, OF COURSE HE MADE HIMSRLF IN AN IMAGE SHE WOULD ADORE, HIS FLESH TO FIT HERS, I AM DYING
âNo trouble at all, my love,â he says, hands roaming over your thighs. âI made each part of myself to suit my purpose. I desire no offspring, and have no bodily needs apart from those awakened by my wife. So, you see, the sole purpose of my cock... is to pleasure you. Us.â He brings your hand to his lips, the kiss he presses to your knuckles as reverent as though he were greeting you in the midst of an elegant ballroom rather than naked in your bed, buried inside you to the hilt. âI worship only at the feet of my goddess as well.â
Um okay????? Fuck I'm running out of new things to say but I need you to know how much I adored this whole section, they're so mad for each other my heart hurts
âAll the heart I have left is yours,â he says in a ragged breath, nails digging into your shoulderblades. âYours, always yours.â
Fuck me??? "All the heart I have left is yours"???? Amazing, stunning, breathtaking
...as though you mean to cage him within you for the rest of all time, and what a tempting prospect that is.
THE TEMPTATION YES PLEASE
âI was ill,â you murmur suddenly, cheek still pressed to his heart. [...]
This whole next section where she describes her fantasy/illusion/dream, which I love btw, like her brain has to fill in the gap he's left to stay remotely sane, anyway the whole thing was so beautifully written it hurt my heart, but the end where she tells him it was wrong, it felt so right. Of course this isn't their love story, they were forged in flames and darkness and this fairytale doesn't suit them (I love it anyway idc)
It's like "in another life I'd have been happy to do laundry with you" but this is where they were meant to be and they relish in it.
âBut I would have delighted in wearing something as simple as a bracelet made of grassblades, had I known them to have been entwined by your hands."
I have a very special fondness for this line, he doesn't need his forge to make her beautiful things, and she doesn't need the finest jewels from him to want to wear them, my heart!!!!
âI was not as you described, indeed,â he murmurs in the end. âEven with my original... disposition, Iâd not have hesitated to make my desire known, should I have had any such inclinations towards another. I have always hated a waste of good resourcesâtime is no exception.â
YES KING GO CLAIM YOUR QUEEN IN ANY TIMELINE HELL YEAAAH
â...whether you were to return in a day or a century. Or several,â you add quietly, holding onto your husband just that little bit tighter. His forehead creases with the same deep ache in your chest as he nudges your nose with his.
Ooooof it's the yearning for me!!! The separation doing nothing but bringing them closer together!!
âIâd have made my desire for you known,â he repeats his earlier words in your ear, hushed but fervent, âand Iâd never have bowed before Morgoth. For no promise of power could have swayed me to risk your safety. And weâd have stayed servants of the Valar, pure and obedient. It is only as we are now, my love, that we shall be masters of our own fate, and rule above all others.â
YESSSSSSS ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD BUT HER SAFETY WOULD BE PARAMOUNT, YESSSSS
As you drift to sleep, you swear your husbandâs caress holds the ghost of a tender petal brushing your skin.
Oh my lord this did me in, absolutely sublime, yes queen give us everything đđ€đđ
Danielle I am in awe, this was amazing, your best yet for sure đđđ
As we are now (Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)
-> in which you explore your husbandâs new form, and it leads to you breaching a rather delicate subject
Warnings: evil!reader, smut, oral (Sauron receiving, he gets rough but reader is completely on board with it), p in v, dom!Sauron but itâs kind of back and forth, reader and Sauron being deep in denial about their desire for a bit of normalcy
Note: part of the evil!reader collection. If youâre new, reader has been married to Sauron since before Adarâs betrayal and infiltrated herself as a smith of Eregion, where she awaited her husbandâs return.
Mature content below the cut - minors DNI!!!
You burst into delighted laughter the moment you are in the privacy of your own chamber. The light, the smoke, the speech, the lookâbe still your black little heart and your poor loins, the look.
It was a good thing you had worked as closely as you did with Celebrimbor and so-called Halbrand before your husband had been forced to leave Eregion, for the Elven Rings were in great part your achievement as well, and so Celebrimbor had deemed that you had just as much right to learn what had become of them upon Halbrandâs return. It was also a good thing you were standing behind Celebrimbor, and that he was entirely enraptured with your husbandâs divine appearance as âAnnatarâ made his grand entrance, because the hand with which you had covered your grin could hardly conceal the shameless glee in your eyes.
To see his deceit at work is always a joy. But even greater is the delight of knowing he shall join you in your chamber shortly, just as soon as he is finished entertaining the awe-struck Celebrimbor for the night. You stand at your window, hoping your wait will not be long. You havenât had the chance to be alone with your husband since he had returned to Eregion, and somehow the last moments before the promise of reunion always feel like the longest.
He moves within the shadows, as quietly as them. You do not need to hear the opening and closing or your door, or even the steps approaching you, to know that he is there, even before arms snake around your waist from behind and lips press to your neck. You chuckle, leaning into your husband.
âA messenger of the Valar. A being of pure light, sent to unlock his grandest abilities.â You turn around in his arms, and wrap yours around his neck, grinning. âI donât believe Iâve ever seen Celebrimbor quite so close to spending in his breeches before.â
âHow crudely you speak of your dear friend,â your husband pretends to admonish, amusement dancing in his eyes. âCan you fault a poor Elf for falling to his knees in the face of his greatest desires coming true?â
âFault him? Of course not.â You lower your voice to a sensual purr, leaning in so that your breath warms his lips as you speak. âIn fact, if I were him, Iâd have done far more than kneel.â You shrug. âOr tried, at the very least. Surely, an emissary of the Valar is above such worldly temptations.â
His lips are only a moment too slow to catch your teasing ones. You nimbly slip from his hold and walk past himâto no destination whatsoever, for you know you are to be caught nearly at once and relish the short anticipation. You still give a small yelp when he catches your wrist and spins you around, pulling you flush against him. Thereâs hunger in his eyes, and playfulness, as he secures your waist into a hold not so easily escapable as the last.
âNot even the Maker himself is above admiring true beauty,â he says, lifting your chin with a gentle knuckle as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. âAnd you, my lady, are the most exquisite of his creations.â
He can pay you a thousand compliments, and you would still swoon each and every time. On the inside, at the very least, for at the moment you simply remove his hand from your mouth.
âIs that all you wish? To admire me?â you tease still, ignoring the impatient tick in your husbandâs jaw. âIt would be such a pity if the Lord of Gifts did not receive some form of gratitude in return for the blessings he carries. Does one as pure as you even know of what I speak?â
You hold his gaze as you catch the tip of his thumb between your teeth, giving the pad the lightest lick. Your husbandâs throat bobs as he watches.
âDo enlighten me,â he rasps out.
And you fully intend to. His lips are so plump and tempting, close enough that you can all but taste them. You havenât kissed your husband since before he left for Adarâs camp in Mordor, an obscenely long amount of time already.
âWith pleasure,â you whisperâclose, so close to giving you both the meeting of lips you so crave...
Not quite.
You push his chest, just enough for him to let you take a step backward with a frustrated little breath. His eyes hold a glint of warning, hunger that might just surface to end your little game if you push it a smidge too far over the edge. But in the end, you like to play, and he likes to indulge you. And it isnât as though you are dallying about as you slide his outer robe off his shoulders and down his arms. In fact, you are quite unceremoniously hasty, and so your husband straightens his arms by his sides, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a graceless heap around his feet.
Now, for the grey robe beneath, covering him from neck to ankle, humbly adorned with only a simple pattern along the collar... you could, in theory, remove it the old-fashioned way. But you donât feel particularly inclined to go through the hassle of lifting all that material over his head, and something wild is stirring in your chest, and itâs in your nature, after all, to do things just because.
You produce a dagger from a concealed pocket of your dress, grab your husbandâs collar, hook the blade into it and rip! goes the dull fabric with a yank of your hand. Down to his waist the destruction continues, tear after tear as you pull the material away from his body so as not to nick the skin you so greedily reveal with the slashes of your blade.
He does not flinch once, save for a coy lift at the corner of his lips as you toss away the dagger and relieve him of the ruined garb, adding it to the pile of crumpled fabric on the floor. You pay it no more mind than you do his now bare torso, determined to admire him in all his splendor when you finally take him in, head to toe.
âYou speak of giving something in return,â he remarks quite casually as your hands next reach straight for the fastenings of his trousers, âyet all you seem to do is takeâthe very clothes off my back, no less.â
You smirk up at him. âWell, I should like to lay my eyes upon the gift for which I am to repay you first.â
You pull his trousers down in one quick move, proudly stripping him of the last shred of divine decency with which he had clad himself for Celebrimborâs benefit. He cooperates smoothly as you crouch to yank the pants off his legs one by one, then toss his modest footwear to the side as well, and when you rise back to your full height, your husband stands before you with not a stitch on him.
The most skilled of Elven artists could not capture the exquisite painting which graces your roving eyes. âPerfectâ doesnât begin to describe himânot that you ever regard him as anything less. But in this specific form, he is the very picture of Elven beauty and grace, likely to enchant the eye of most, if not all beings of your kind.
He is much smoother than Halbrand was. The hair on his body is less evident, as light in color as the blond tresses framing his face and not as coarse to the touch, you determine whilst trailing your fingers down his arm, shoulder to wrist. He is no doubt appealing, but you had been quite fond of the dark smattering of hair on Halbrandâs chest, and will surely miss the equally dark trail leading the tantalizing way between his navel and cock.
Speaking of whichâthat part of him is as glorious as ever, and already quite visibly eager. It would require but a graze of your fingers to grow into his full hardness. But you purposefully avoid that particular bit of enticing flesh as your fingers next trace a delicate line up his thigh, taking a detour along his hip instead. You let your nails scrape his skin ever so slightly as they venture higher, feeling his firm abdomen twitch faintly beneath your touch. He is sculpted with perfect balance, the lines of his muscles painting a stunning picture of bodily strength without too dramatic of a bulk, still allowing for elegance. Your fingers ascend to his chest, traveling across its alluring plane, and come to graze one nipple, earning a hitch in your husbandâs breath. Otherwise, he stands perfectly still, subjecting himself to your quiet exploration.
You circle him slowly, your touch uninterrupted as your fingers trace his skin on a path to his shoulder blades. In the meantime, you release his newly long hair from the silver headpiece he had given himself, letting it fall onto the heap of clothes on the floor. You come to a halt facing his back, as beautifully muscled as the front, andâfor the love of the Valar you have forsaken, there is nothing objectively different about the shape of his buttocks, but you swear they have grown even more enticing than before. You give one an appreciative caress, fingers following the plump curve of flesh between his upper thigh and lower back, before giving it a most satisfying squeeze.
Your husband releases a short huff of a chuckle. You press yourself against him, still groping his behind as you brush his hair over his shoulder to press a kiss to the top of his spine.
âI find myself in quite the predicament, Iâm afraid,â you murmur into his skin. âSo exquisite is the gift, I cannot imagine how I am to pay in kind.â
âA gift, by definition, is not paid,â your husband says, giving you a pointed look over his shoulder. âBut you may begin by putting an end to this teasing.â
You grin, giving his behind a sharp pinch with just a bit of nail scratch. That finally earns you an undignified gasp from his throat, followed by a scolding tsk as you turn him around by the shoulders.
âI am merely beholding your ânatural formâ, my lord,â you mock Celebrimborâs earlier words, caressing your husbandâs face and chest as you meet his scalding gaze with your sensuous one. âSo I may know how best to worship it.â
You all but lunge forward to catch his lips, finally, after the wait of separation as well as your self-imposed delayâ
A large hand clamps around your neck. It is your husband, now, who keeps you at bay, lips hovering one tantalizing inch above yours as he grouses, âI believe you mentioned something about kneeling.â
He pushes down on your shoulders with just enough force that you gasp as your knees bend, dropping to the floor at once. He might as well have reached down your throat and ripped the breath from your lungs with his fingers. You look up at your husband, standing above you in all his glory, the light of candles catching in his fair tresses in an ethereal halo. Yet most disarming are the pitch black depths of his eyes, trained onto you with devastating intensity.
âWell, my lady?â His tongue curls around the respectful title in such a way, it somehow sounds degrading. He tilts your chin even further back with a firm knuckle. âHow is it that you worship your gods?â
You swallow nothing at all, eyelids fluttering as you stare upwards like a believer at prayer. He does this sometimes, playing along until he doesnât, flipping the tables and taking charge in the blink of an eye. It almost feels like a physical stroke of your clit, creamy arousal gushing from your core in an instant.
Itâs such a slippery slope. The submission. The rawness of it. Youâve both known what it was to be at the mercy of another before, one who had no such thing as mercy. But you do not despair, and you are not afraid. For this is not Morgoth, nor are you a slave. You are free to surrender yourself to him, and few things make you feel so powerful as his craving to be adored by you.
âI have one god, and one alone,â you murmur, holding his gaze as you embrace his legs, clinging to the flesh just below his buttocks and striving to look up despite the angle at which you then bend. âI kneel only to him,â you lay a kiss above one knee, âI worship only at his feet,â then the other. âI would kill for him,â you kiss him mid-thigh on one leg, âI would die for him,â then the other. âI would live,â you place a kiss right to the side of his cock, âthrough endless torment,â as well as the other side, âonly for him.â You rise on your knees slightly, and press your lips below his navel, pleading with your eyes. For what, it matters not. For anything he might give.
The growl which leaves your husbandâs throat is more wild beast than Elf. He takes in his fists your hair and his own hard length, keeping you where he wants as he drags the tip of his cock from the base of your neck to your chin, as though splitting the skin upon the blade of his desire. Arousal smears a trail up your throat. He wants in.
âShow me,â he commands, his tip nudging at your quivering lips. âShow me how you adore me.â
As if you had not already. As if you do not always. But you are beyond glad to remind him. Your tongue darts past your lips to give the slit a sole lick. As he releases his cock to plant his hand onto your shoulder instead, you take hold of his length yourself to flatten it against his stomach. You spare a moment to admire it, so promisingly full and flushed with want, then press your lips to the underside, right at the base, and work your way to the tip with a string of doting kisses. How you love this most sensitive part of him, and cherish each and every twitch with which it responds to your affections.
His hands tense impatiently on your head and shoulder, but he needs not handle you into further action as you finally take his cockhead in your mouth, sucking gently. Then firmly, and over again, until youâre truly fucking him with your mouth, your hand working in tandem to cover the length you cannot swallow with each bob of your head.
The crease in his brow betrays his pleasure, though he stands above you tall and stoic as ever. Even when you swirl your tongue around his tip the way you know drives him wild, even when you reach underneath to fondle the sensitive sack at the base of his manhood. You wish he would reward your efforts with the groans and gasps you know he keeps lodged within his throat. You want to rip them out with your teeth, if need be. And so you take him deep, as deep as he can go inside your throat, all while piercing him with your wanton gaze.
Your husband curses. His fist in your hair tightens, tugs at the roots with just enough force that it stings most deliciously. Control is ripped from you once more as he drives his cock into your throat at his own merciless pace, and if you could, you would smile at your victory in breaking his composure. You grab hold of his buttocks, nails digging into the soft flesh as he buries himself in your mouth, over and over. Youâve gathered more than enough skill over your years together to withstand such an act whilst still drawing some air into your lungs, even if only the barest minimum. Still, a tear slides down your cheek, and you groan around his length, knowing the sound will only add to his pleasure.
âSuch beauty,â he muses gruffly, catching your tear with a gentle thumb even as he keeps thrusting. âSuch ruin.â
His mind nudges at yours, such a stark contrast between the immaterial caress and his ruthless handling of you. The answer he seeks is written in your eyes, your mind, the same message ringing out over and over from every corner of your being: Grip me, keep me, ruin me. Spill in my mouth. Fill it with your taste. Give me everything.
The enormity of your need for his pleasure is what does him in. He doesnât stifle, doesnât deny you the sound of his wrecked groan as he ceases upon a final thrust, cock shoved so deep down your throat that your nose is buried in the fair curls at his base. You shut your eyes as he spills and spills, relishing the throbbing of his flesh on your tongue and the essence of him gliding down your throat. Breathing can wait. Not forever, but for a while.
Your husband, of course, allows it long before youâd have truly struggled. But you still pant for breath the moment he pulls out, and your forehead drops to his thigh as you wipe the mess left on your chin. Not a moment later, your husband tilts your head back, demanding your misty eyes to meet his.
âMy love,â he breathes out, the lust in his gaze having melted into something akin to awe. âOh, my love. How desperately you crave my pleasure.â His chest begins to heave, eyes growing feral with fresh hunger. âAs I crave yours.â
He bends down, grabs your waist and hoists you from the ground straight into his arms, at last claiming your lips as you wrap your legs around him with an elated moan. It is as though his end did nothing but spur him into wishing for another, this time whilst buried in your depths. Barely a moment later, he lays you down on your bed, his bare body pressing your clothed one into the mattress. His hips are already nestled between your legs, grinding relentlessly as you write and whine beneath his ravenous kisses of your mouth, then of any bare inch he finds of your neck and chest.
He fists his hands in the shoulders of your dress, and he needs no blade to rip the fabric down your chest unceremoniously. You gasp, mildly indignatedâyou had been rather fond of that piece. But the sacrifice is well worth it for the unbridled desire on his face as he admires your bare breasts, as though it were his first time seeing them. âThis is all I could think of,â he rasps out, âwhilst I stood waiting at the gate. What I would do once I could finally touch my wifeâs skin, her flesh...â He kneads one breast, staring in marvel as that wonderfully pliant part of you yields beneath his fingers, âThis lovely, soft flesh of yours. Look how it calls to me.â
His thumb swipes over one pebbled nipple, indeed straining upward as though reaching for your husbandâs touch, just before he descends upon it with the heat of his mouth.
âYes,â you moan, arching into him greedily. âBut my flesh has remained unchanged... for centuries,â you strive to argue as his tongue lavishes that most sensitive peak, teeth tugging in a mean tease at the flesh around it. âTonight,â you gather your resolve, âI was supposed... to be exploring... you!â
With a great push on that last word, you flip him onto his back. Your husband lets loose a wicked laugh as his head hits the pillow and you roll on top of him, panting.
âIt is hardly my fault that you are so easily distracted.â He grins up at you without an ounce of shame. Oh, the audacious little arse of a Maia (whom you would not have any other way).
âAs if you are any better,â you retort, and swiftly prove yourself right. You dive much like a vulture aiming to snatch its prey, one hand sinking in his hair as you catch the brand new pointed tip of his ear between your teeth and tug, hard. Your husband gives a sharp grunt, hands flying to grip your hips.
âHm, Iâve missed these,â you say, suckling at the tender skin as if to soothe the sting you purposely inflicted whilst your husband groans beneath you. âRemember when I made you spill simply from biting them?â
âA most admirable feat,â he growls, âfor which I have not the patience at the moment.â
He means to lift his torso off the bed, but you hold him down with a firm hand pressed to his chest. âAh-ah,â you shake your head, slowly rising to sit up astride him. âI wish to stay right here,â you say, gathering the skirts of your dress pooling over his crotch to help yourself to his newly straining erection, âand admire the view.â
And what a wonderous view indeed. From here, he is laid out below you like a grand feast, offering to the pleasure of your eye every little twitch of the muscles in his neck and abdomen as you give his length a few preparatory pumps. His hair is splayed out on your pillow in fair waves, like the halo of the divine being he now claims to be. You can nearly see why Morgoth had so wished to corrupt him, when he truly was a being of pure light. Though in Morgothâs place, you would never have been so foolish as to fail in cherishing Maironâs loyalty like the most precious gift that it was. In Morgothâs place, youâd have punished your beloved servant with nothing but the most wicked of pleasures, and rewarded his terrible feats in your name with a throne beside yours and a crown placed upon his splendid head.
âAdmire?â your husband raises a coy eyebrow, even as he throbs in your fist. âI thought you wished to reward me for my generosity,â he reminds you of the little game you had been playing at the beginning. You are no mighty Vala who can offer him everything he has ever craved on a silver platter, but you need not be, when you are what he needs most desperately.
âWhat better reward than this?â you smile, and sink onto his length in one swift move, pulling a moan from yourself and a brisk curse in Black Speech from him. Having engulfed him to the hilt, you plant your hands onto his chest, savoring the divine stretch.Â
âHow does it fit, my love?â your husband asks, thrusting up ever so slightly.
âItâs perfect,â you moan. âSo... so perfect.â As always, but you canât deny youâve landed at an angle which hits especially right, even before youâre begun to truly ride him.
âGood.â Your husbandâs smile drips with pride. âI made it for you.â
It takes a moment for the meaning of his words to sink in. He has made this form, having fully recovered his ability to deliberately choose the shape and size of each part of himself, andâ
âOh,â you let out, your face crumpling with adoration as you melt on the inside. âYouâve gone through such troubleâŠâ
You say it with false modesty, though this is barely a fraction of the lengths to which he had gone for you in the past, as well as barely a necessity. Even a shaft as inauspicious as the handle of a hammer could become an instrument of your pleasure in your husbandâs hands, if it were wielded with his incomparable skill and intimate knowledge of your flesh. But whilst form alone is not everything, there is such a thing as a more or less natural fit for any given body. And this particular appendage with which your husband has endowed himself⊠the length and girth, every vein, every ridge, is specifically tailored to suit your needs. To stretch you perfectly, just on the right side of the light burn he knows you relish without causing you real pain, to rub and press exquisitely against your walls in all the sweetest ways and spots he knows by heart that you would most enjoy.
âNo trouble at all, my love,â he says, hands roaming over your thighs. âI made each part of myself to suit my purpose. I desire no offspring, and have no bodily needs apart from those awakened by my wife. So, you see, the sole purpose of my cock... is to pleasure you. Us.â He brings your hand to his lips, the kiss he presses to your knuckles as reverent as though he were greeting you in the midst of an elegant ballroom rather than naked in your bed, buried inside you to the hilt. âI worship only at the feet of my goddess as well.â
He says it like a vow. This time, when he rises from the mattress to gather you close, closer, you make not the slightest move to stop himâdistracted again. But you are beyond caring. Beyond teasing games. There is no slow seduction, no calculated rhythm to the manner in which you begin to move, hips rolling frantically into your husbandâs.
âYes, my love,â he urges fervently. âTake what you need.â
As you do, he makes quick work to relieve you of the remnants of your dress, jaw clenched as your heat swallows him over and again in its velvety depths. He pulls and tears at the fabric, throws it away as if it were standing between him and the healing of Middle-Earth itself, and his wife is at last bared atop him, bouncing prettily on his cock.
âNothing beneath,â he remarks, a most delicious reprimand as he gropes at your waist, urging you in your movements. âIs such the custom among the ladies of Eregion these days?â
A short laugh finds its way through the string of gasps and moans that leave your throat. âIâve not worn undergarments since you arrived at the gate.â
âOf course not,â he purrs, the twisted pride in his gaze going straight to the onslaught of pleasure already between your legs. âMy beautiful wife, waiting for me with open arms and a bare cunt. Soaked the moment you laid eyes upon me, were you not?â
All the answer he gets is a pitiful whine, and your lips sloppily catching his in a needy kiss. Seated in his lap, with your arm wrapped around his shoulders and your hand sunk into his hair, you are in control over the pace of your thrusts as well as utterly helpless with adoration. He holds you in the circle of his arms so fiercely, tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you pull away to take in your belovedâs expression. His beautiful lips, slightly parted in pleasure. His eyes, darkened to near slits with unbridled desire for you. Only for you.
âI love you,â you all but sob, your hips clashing into his so ruthlessly, you would fear for the anatomy of any lesser being of male form subjected to such treatment. Your mind is as frantic as the tempest in your core, on the verge of unraveling. âI love you, I love you so muchââ
âAll the heart I have left is yours,â he says in a ragged breath, nails digging into your shoulderblades. âYours, always yours.â
If that wasnât enough, the heat of his seed filling you to the brim does you in. Your peak has you clenching around your husbandâs throbbing cock as though you mean to cage him within you for the rest of all time, and what a tempting prospect that is.
You slack against him, breathing heavily into his neck. Incoherent fragments of endearments leave your lips, but not even you can tell what you are saying. Your husband cradles your head, shushing you softly through the aftershocks of your release, and lies back against the pillows with you securely in his arms. You hum tiredly as he pulls out, and use the little strength left in your limbs to shift downward so that you may rest your head on your husbandâs chest. He needs no heartbeat, but it soothes you to feel it beneath your cheek, strong and slowly settling down after the wonderful exertion through which you had put his form.
âI take it, then,â he says into the blissful silence that has fallen between you, âthat my new visage is to your liking.â
You give a soft, tired laugh. Lifting yourself enough that you can gaze down at your husbandâs face, you cup his cheek with an adoring smile.
âI liked you rough around the edges, imperfectly human,â you murmur, fingertips grazing the fine lines at the corner of his eye. âI like you smooth and pristine, descended from a great cloud of golden light. I like this face as well as any other, so long as I am looking in my belovedâs eyes.â You press a short kiss to his smiling lips. âIt does not hurt, of course, that he tends to be unbearably fair.â
A small chuckle rumbles from his chest to yours. âI do try. But I admit I wonder,â he goes on, growing thoughtful, ânow that I am able to change at will once more... whether you would prefer me as I was.â
His question gives you pause, your brow knitting slightly. He does not find such a prospect hurtful, you feel, but he is rather curious to know the answer.
âWould you prefer me as I was?â you ask in turn. âIf I were... changed somehow, as you have been?â
His eyes caress your face as his knuckles graze your cheekbone, deeply tender. âI cannot say I would not mourn, if only for a while, the exact arrangement of lines and curves which shaped your form when I first held you in my arms,â he confesses, soft-spoken. âBut I would prefer my beloved as she wishes to be.â
Many times, he has been loving to you, but there is a particular flavour to the moments when he is so plainly⊠sweet. His words move you in a way that makes you feel oddly fragile, sending your heart aflutter as only a being much younger and less scarred than you might be able to feel. You lay your head on your husbandâs chest, closing your eyes to savour the sentiment. Yet, as his fingers graze your skin in loving patterns, a trace of old sorrow creeps into your heart. How lucky you are to be lying in your husbandâs arms, discussing whether you would prefer one face over another, when you had once wondered how many Ages would have to pass before you could finally be at each otherâs side once more.
âI was ill,â you murmur suddenly, cheek still pressed to his heart. âWhen they took you. For a long time. Ill of mind. As though part of it had shattered and the splinters kept shredding at what little was left of it. I began to... slip, between reality and waking dreams that felt so real, I could no longer tell the difference. At times, I was grateful for it. Because in the ruins of my mind, you had returned to me with a crown upon your head, and you took me in your arms and I was whole again, if only until the fiction fell apart and left me even more bereft than I had been before. Sometimes, I fell into memories, reliving Morgothâs torments as though they had never ended, but even within those I longed to remain forever. For there, you were with me, and no pain could compare to that of being without you. But once... once, I lived not the past I craved, nor the one that had come to pass. I was... someone else. Someone I had been before Morgoth. And so were you. In fact... there had never been a Morgoth.â
The hand with which your husband was caressing your hair comes to a hesitant halt. You feel him tense, in body and in mind, feel his disquiet upon hearing such words. But he remains silent, and allows you to gather his hand in your own.
âIt came to me in glimpses, moments over time, strung together into one story,â your voice is soft in a foreign way as you begin the tale, your fingers idly playing with his before your far away eyes. âWhat I first felt was lightâthe light of the Trees, warm upon my face. The skies of Valinor, clear abovehead, the soft grass grazing my bare feet where I sat by the creek. I was⊠singing. A song of my own making which I cannot remember, and which I am not sure I ever truly knew. But it was cut short, for I was startled by a sudden presence. Rising in haste to my feet, I turned to find the mightiest of the Maiar of AulĂ« himself standing only a few paces out of reach, his beautiful face awed as well as a touch apologetic. You had not meant to disturb my peace. But so enchanting you had found my voice as you were passing by, you said, that you wished to capture it in one of your creations.
âAnd so, at your invitation, I began to visit the great forge where the wonders of your mind were brought into being. I was so⊠shy, I barely dared to address you. But there was such peace in the silences we shared, such ease, that even though we were near perfect strangers, I felt as though we had already spoken every word in the world, and nothing remained to be said of our existence which we had yet to confess to one another most openly.
âYou asked me to sing as you shaped metal, as you gave form to wondrous gems. And when I did, you looked at me as though I were the most precious being to have ever breathed in the light of the One. At times, you would forget yourself, and whilst precious materials awaited to be shaped before you, your hands would find mine instead. And they were able to do so with ease, for the more times I joined you in your forge, the closer together we stood.
âBut you would not tell me what it was that you meant to craft, shrouding the work of your hands, somehow, from my eyes, even when I looked closely. Only because I let you, though. I knew I could look past the illusion and peek at any moment, but I made a game of itâtrying to guess in what manner of adornment you meant to capture my voice. And each time I returned, you would gift me the very jewel I had last guessed, whether wrongly or not. Not the creation you meant to achieve in the end, but lesser ones crafted in my absence, during uninterrupted hours of toil. âLesserâ being but a manner of comparison, for they were the most exquisite I had ever laid eyes upon. But I would have delighted in wearing something as simple as a bracelet made of grassblades, had I known them to have been entwined by your hands.
âOn the day your work was finished, my heart was filled with such sorrow thinking our hours together might come to an end. For however plainly our eyes and joined hands had spoken of our feelings, such was my timid nature that I had never dared voice them, and you had never risked bringing offence to my virtue by speaking of yours. Not until you had completed your work, and you finally revealed to me what your end had been from the very beginning. It had not been one jewel you meant to craft, but two. Two splendid ringsâneither of power, nor of symbolic importance to any but you and I. With your gifts, you had woven my voice into the gems, and in a way impossible to capture into words, the light reflected upon it shone with the echo of my song. Only then, as you placed one of the pair into my hands, did you confess that you had loved me since the moment you had first heard my voice, and your greatest desire would be for those twin jewels to become the symbols of devotion with which we become wed. Nevertheless, were it not my wish to bind myself to you, the other ring would be mine, to gift, if I should like, to the most fortunate being with whom I would choose to share my soul, whilst you would content yourself to love me from afar, and wish me nothing but the greatest of joy for so long as existence should be. At once I confessed that such a thought was not only absurd, but also too painful to bearâfor my heart had been yours since the moment I had laid eyes upon you.
âAnd so we wed in song and merriment, and we danced under the radiant branches of the Trees, celebrated by your kin and mine alike. We made love in a meadow, soft and slow, and for hours you caressed my skin with petals yielded by a blossom tree in honor of our union. Even that act of passion was somehow so clean. So pure. So...â you search for the right way to describe it, â...wrong.â
Itâs as though a spell breaks upon that last, dissonant word. You roll off of your husband, settling onto your side to face him as he does the same. His expression is hard to read, some blend of unease and intrigue in the furrow of his brow.
âFor the first time, when the fiction ended, I did not weep,â you tell him, your voice no longer dreamy, but returned to a more familiar fierceness. âFor I knew not those beings I had seen. Devoid of purpose, endlessly demure. Light and songs, desire kept secret beneath bashful smiles,â you scoff. âI wanted back the husband that I loved, not some unrecognizable version of him wearing his face. Not some childrenâs story of infuriating innocence.â With a small shake of your head against the pillow, and a soft, mirthless chuckle, you shift closer into your husbandâs arms, both of you adjusting so that you are embracing on your sides. âSo, no, my love,â is the answer you ultimately give, âI do not wish for either of us to be anything but what we are, here and now, in body as well as spirit.â
Your husband only hums, deep in thought. He has not said a word since you began to speak, and the longer his silence stretches, the more you begin to wonder whether your confession has displeased him, somehow. Perhaps he does not wish to hear of this romantic scenario your mind had invented, despite its protagonist being but a different version of himself. Or perhaps...
Youâve rarely spoken of what came before. It is a surprise as well as a relief, then, when he does so without seeming too unsettled by the fact that you had alluded to his former self in the first place.
âI was not as you described, indeed,â he murmurs in the end. âEven with my original... disposition, Iâd not have hesitated to make my desire known, should I have had any such inclinations towards another. I have always hated a waste of good resourcesâtime is no exception.â
You smile slightly. You know that all too well.
âNor was I some helpless maiden who shied away from the slightest of amorous attentions,â you assure him. âI doubt it, either way,â you shrug. âI can hardly remember.â
Elven memories do not dim. You do remember what your life before Morgoth was like, but the details of itâthe faces, the words spoken, the feelings⊠those have long been tucked away in a deep corner of your mind, never to be spoken or thought of again. For what use was there to it? That life had been burned away, along with everything you used to be.
âEither way,â you go on, brushing off even the merest thought of that distant past, âit was but a dull fable, conjured by a broken mind. I healed soon after. Reminded myself why I needed to remain sane and strive to do all that I can towards our goal, whether you were to return in a day or a century. Or several,â you add quietly, holding onto your husband just that little bit tighter. His forehead creases with the same deep ache in your chest as he nudges your nose with his.
âLet us not dwell on the past, or things that never were,â he murmurs in his deep, comforting tone. âI am here. And I shall not leave your side again.â
There is still an oddly meditative lilt to his words, a certain sense of wistfulness that does not quite hold the same flavour as the longing you had felt so many times shared between you. But you make no attempt to pry at the sentiment with your mind. Especially as he closes the distance between your lips, kissing you with utmost gentleness.
The kiss deepens, lasts for ages, but remains achingly tender. Utterly disarming. Your legs intertwine, bringing your hips flush together in the tangle. His flesh finds yours, and before long you are joined. There is no power play, no teasing, not even the desperate, nearly pained gasps, wails or groans you so enjoy to wring from one another. Only every inch of him pressed against every inch of you, soft moans melting onto each otherâs tongues, the languid pleasure of moving together to an end that envelops you in its warm embrace, leaving you trembling in your husbandâs arms and him moaning your name like a most sacred prayer.
In its wake, you are beyond words. All you can do is bury your face in your husbandâs chest as he holds you close still, his fingers drawing soft shapes on your skin.
âIâd have made my desire for you known,â he repeats his earlier words in your ear, hushed but fervent, âand Iâd never have bowed before Morgoth. For no promise of power could have swayed me to risk your safety. And weâd have stayed servants of the Valar, pure and obedient. It is only as we are now, my love, that we shall be masters of our own fate, and rule above all others.â
You shut your eyes, nuzzle further into his neck, his words sending a shiver through your very soul. This life you have shared is not easy. Not pretty. But in the end, it shall be glorious, better than any other that you might have lived. Truly.
It has to be.
As you drift to sleep, you swear your husbandâs caress holds the ghost of a tender petal brushing your skin.
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the worst part about trying to do portion control is that i used to have a stomach that never knew the meaning of stop eating so now im like. hungry a lot.
#connor.txt#brought a lean cuisine to work bc i like the mac and cheese#bit god damn i wish there had been more than that
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okay but logan taking an interest in neighbor who works in fashion?? he always sees her carrying stacks of magazines, dressed in her chic attire that is sometimes a bit too tight in all the right areas, glasses slipping off her nose, always making calls on that damn phone, and yet he always wishes she looked his wayâŠ
oh anon ur cooking here. i think this is what's pulling me out of my writing slump đ„Ž (wade breaking the fourth wall, suggestive 16+)
the first time he noticed you, it wasn't even in your building complex, but rather the stairs to the subway station down the street. you were rushing up the steps while he, wade, laura and al were just about to enter. it was al who noticed you first, calling out your name and poking your side with her walking staff.
you shrieked, dropping one of the fabric rolls you had been carrying, a curse at the tip of your tongue before you realized who it was. "al," you sighed, a little relieved, when you saw her and wade, who was dressed in a "i love nyc" t-shirt.
logan, being the gentleman he was, picked up the roll you dropped, handing it back to you. it was then that you looked at him, or well, briefly glanced his way with a quick "thank you" before wade started fucking talking.
that son of a bitch.
he didn't even have the courtesy to introduce the two of you to each other.
it was obvious you were in a rush, lips in a tight smile as you nodded and tried to smile at wade telling you all about how they were about to "hit up" times square.
logan felt bad for you, but only a little bit. the longer you stayed to listen to wade's painful monologue, the more he could look at you. he was a little shameless about it, perhaps not the most gentlemanly thing he could've done, but god you were just a sight for sore eyes.
a pretty thing in a mini skirt despite the cool late september breeze that was starting to kick, white, lace and ruffled. delicate with tall brown leather boots. and a washed-out denim vest you wore as a top, two buttons undone, a little pink bow tied to the pocket. logan didn't know a lot about fashion, but he liked the way clothes looked on you.
and then you were gone, al kicking wade across the shin to shut him the hell up when she realized you were in a rush. she let you go, and you left, quickly trading numbers with laura and without saying much of a goodbye or another glance logan's way.
but he watched you go, watched the way your skirt moved with the wind too.
"yeah, look at it bounce. god, i am no better than any man. " wade hummed, leaning all his weight on logan's side. "i didn't peg you as a creep, honey badger. with the way you were undressing the reader with your eyes, i would've thought you were on a registered sex offender's list."
"shut the fuck up, wade."
logan could hear the way laura snorted, her and al continuing their way down the stairs.
wade held his hands up in surrender before logan could try anything (and by anything, he meant to cut him to pieces. wade can't deal with that right now, the blood would take ages to get off his white shirt). "i'm just saying, after living with us for a few months, i would've thought you'd met her by now."
logan raised his brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"i mean, she literally lives across the hall." wade turned his head to the side, pointing his thumb at logan, "he can't possibly be this stupid, right? it's gotta be for the plot to build up tension or something."
from that day on, logan's started to notice you more. not that he was looking for you, he's not that big of a creep. but he's spotted you out the window some days, running down the sidewalk, always in a rush. then he was able to hear the way you slam your door shut when you leave in the mornings or when you get back home.
every single day, you're usually out and about. unless it's a sunday, those are the days you stay in your apartment, sewing and hanging out with blind old al and sometimes even fucking laura. turns out, you were the one who got laura all of those new clothes, made them for her.
jesus christ, how out of the loop was he?
you stood out like a sore thumb, always carrying something. whether it be magazines, sketchbooks, fabric rolls, or bags, you're always struggling to open your door when you get home, keys sometimes slipping from your grasp as you're trying to juggle everything.
one day, logan had come back from a run and spotted you in the hallway. well, he had heard you from floors below and was able to pick up the lingering scent of your perfume by the time he entered the lobby. it took him a bit of courage to walk up the few flights of stairs knowing he'd bump into you.
what the fuck was this?
he was a grown-ass man for god's sake. you had him overthinking and blushing at the mere thought of being in the same space again.
when he saw you in the hallway, you were on the phone, the device tucked between your ear and your shoulder, cursing under your breath as you tried to pick up your keys. you were wearing a black dress that day, a black hat and a big maroon scarf around your neck, "no, emily, don't fucking buy it in that colour. it looks like fucking vomit. i don't care what amy told you, she's basically colour blind-"
you stopped mid-sentence when logan appeared in front of you, grabbing the keys for you. "oh- uh. thanks."
"yeah, no problem."
he noticed your nails and glasses were dark red to match the scarf. lipstick too.
you didn't mean to grow flustered in his presence, he could tell from the way you froze, as if you didn't know what was supposed to happen next. he had disrupted your daily pattern, everything in your life moving constantly and quickly but all of a sudden everything is slower. it left you breathless.
"you're logan, right?"
he furrowed his brows. he hadn't expected you to remember him, nevertheless, remember his name. "yeah."
"wade told me all about you," you said, and your eyes dropped from his face a little, then lower, a smirk not too different from a sly cat's. you were staring shamelessly, eyes following every part and curve of his body, the way his long-sleeve shirt clung to his skin with sweat. "you don't seem austrailan."
logan tried not to groan. the picture of wade's stupid face in his mind now that you've mentioned him. he hated that the two of you seemed close. "i'm canadian."
"aren't you full of surprises?" you laughed, a smooth, teasing sound, and finally pushed the keys into the nob, unlocking the door. you turned, lingering by the door as if you were about to invite him in, but then the voice from your phone was trying to get your attention and you nearly seemed disappointed. "i'll see you around, logan."
and you were gone again.
logan liked to see your different outfits every day, dawning a different style every time you walked out that door. it was like you could never settle for one style, but you managed to look so fucking good in everything and every colour you put on.
he could never get tired of it. never get tired of you.
you and your tiny bottoms that he swore were getting smaller and smaller every day, even though the city grew colder and the days shorter. you and your stupid phone calls that sometimes went on late at night. you and your clothes, every single one different from the last.
you and your sketches, the ones he had started to find loose pages on the floor of the small hallway between your apartments, pretty designs of lingerie on a model that looked a little bit too much like you for it to be a coincidence.
though you never made another attempt to talk to him, you knew he was watching you. but you never chased, your heels were too expensive for that. you were just trying to give him a reason to come on you.
to you**
to come to you.*
sorry. typo.
#i think i'm hilarious#loganâs honda odyssey#logan howlett drabble#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#logan smut#logan x reader#logan x you#wolverine smut#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#reader insert#deadpool and wolverine
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HEAR ME OUT
âDonât you think Iâm scary?â
âScary? My god youâre divineâ
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I love two lovestruck idiots who donât know theyâre in love w each other and itâs grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever đ»đ»
PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! itâs so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks heâs so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx
fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus heâs whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !
before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.
heâs made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. heâs made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently heâs constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only letâs you have those âextraâsâ that doesnât mean anything.
heâs made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, heâs also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. heâs ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that âhe wouldnât need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.â he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.
and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'
anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.
usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.
but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.
katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.
but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.
you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."
"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.
he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."
"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.
"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.
pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.
he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.
"behave." you squeeze his hand.
"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.
"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.
you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"
"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.
"..how'd you-"
"your mom told me."
he grunts. of course, it was his mom.
that damn hag..
"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.
"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"
"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.
"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.
"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"
"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.
"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.
cool.
you think he looks cool.
"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.
"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.
"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.
"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.
"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.
"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)
he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.
finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.
"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.
"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask
"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.
"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.
untilâ
"OW, fuck !!"
your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, whatâwhy-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!
untilâkatsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.
the. asshole.
"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.
katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"
"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.
"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.
"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.
"i see you laughing."
today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.
#thanks for the ask anon!#it was super fun to write and a fun way to come back from break !#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou imagine#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n
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Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader
cutesy, cheesy fluff
In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.
Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader
Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!
He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.
You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe thatâs why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.
Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure youâd never see him as more than friends.
â
You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.
After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.
âGarcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, iâll just ruin our friendshipâ
âOh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. Thereâs no way heâs not into you, at least try pretty pleaseâ She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.
âAlright, iâll try but if he ends up hating me youâll have to bake me cookies everyday until i dieâ You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.
âOhhh iâll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!â
â
So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator
âHey are you fine?â A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess youâll have to do this right now
âOh hi yeah, I was just um⊠meditatingâ
âDid you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?â Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator
âUmmm breath in, breath out i thinkâ You say, unsure how to respond
âThat's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight responseâ He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.
You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.
âI brought you somethingâ You say, handing him the coffee shop bag
He opens it and smiles at you âI canât believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so muchâ You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how thereâs no way you can continue on without dating this man.
âActually, I need to tell you something spence⊠I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or somethingâ You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.
âReally? Of course i want, to be honest iâve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought youâd never see me like thatâ
âAre you kidding me spencer? Iâve had a crush on you since we first meetâ
The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare
âThereâs something happening hereâŠâ She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if sheâs profiling you two
âI asked him outâ
âOh my god finally, you see? Iâm always right, I donât even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, heâs glowing, ohh iâm so happyâ She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x bestfriend!reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid x self insert
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Rin thinks youâre pretty.Â
No, scratch that; it was far too inadequate to describe you that way. If he were to be utterly honest, you were exquisitely, heartbreakingly beautiful, far more than his heart could contain.
Youâre pretty when you spoke, when you said his name, when you smiled â oh God, don't even get him started on how your smile could brighten even the darkest of days. He was certain that a face like yours was meant for smiling, and it was even brighter when he was the reason behind it.
Right now, however, Rin finds it hard to look at your face when youâre like this â crying.
and it is even worse when heâs the source of it.
âStop crying, dumbass,â he whispered, sighing.Â
âThen stop getting into fights, you asshole,â you retorted back in between sobs.
Rin fell silent after your reply. He couldn't find the right words, not with your sobs filling the room and drowning his thoughts. He watched you as you applied a small amount of betadine to a cotton swab and wiped away your tears before turning to him.
âTake a seat. Let me clean that,â you offered, pertaining to the small cut o n his lip.
Rin took one long look at your face, and without a word, he moved to the corner of your bed, feeling the familiar dip of the mattress beneath him while you pulled the chair beside your table and placed it in front of him.
He'd been here countless times before. Growing up with your mothers being best friends meant that you were practically childhood friends by default, and that also meant spending endless hours in each other's homes.
But this time was different from all the previous visits; it was the first time he was in your room, no longer just a close friend anymore. That reality and your crushing tears â they were consuming all corners of his thoughts.
You closed the gap between you two to get a better look at the swollen cut from a blow he had taken. You gently dabbed the swab around the wound and felt Rin's sharp intake of breath as you did so.
You began to reason, âThis wouldn't happen if you could've justââ
âI don't want to hear it.â
You bit your lower lip and tears started swelling again in the corner of your eyes. Rin was nothing if not so fucking stubbornâ that you knew since childhood, but you wished he could put it aside for a moment and truly listen to you.
âOkay,â you coldly said, conceding and turning your focus on cleaning his wound.
Rin wanted to pummel his own self in the ground because of the passing hurt that graced your eyes from how he cut you off. A sniff escaped you and Rin physically felt his heart contract.
What was he supposed to do? Stand by and let those damn assholes make lewd comments about you? There was no way in hell he would just let it slide.
This wasn't the first time Rin had taken matters into his own hands when it came to you. Since third grade, Rin had taken his mom's words about looking after you to heart. And it had always been that way, even back when he was hellbent in denying his feelings. Not an ounce of rationality graces his mind when it comes to you, so you should've already known that he didn't have it in him to hold back.
He caught your hand and gently squeezed it. The gesture prompted you to look at him briefly before turning your gaze away, still hurt from his dismissal of your concern.
âI didnât mean that,â he squeezes your hand again, âLook at me, please.â
You turned your head to meet your stubborn boyfriend. This time, you let the tears fall freely.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers, sincere and uncharacteristically gentle, âSpeak to me, y/n.â
âI just..â you sobbed, âI donât like it when you get hurt. Thatâs all.â
âI donât like it more when you get hurt,â he countered.
âIt's just some stupid words from stupid people, Rin. They're not worth it.â
âBut you are.â
Your heart raced at Rin's words. when you raise your gaze to seek hisâ, you are met with a pair of half-lidded teal eyes staring right into you.
âYouâre the one whoâs worth it.â
Rin's words lingered in the air, leaving you utterly speechless. You never expected him to utter something so heartfelt â after all, this was Itoshi Rin. A man capable of almost anything, yet kind words seemed to be an exception. Then again, this was Rin, the very same man who believed he wasn't adept at love and yet chose to lay his heart bare in your palms, albeit a bit stubbornly.
As you struggled to find words to express how much his words meant to you, Rin gently raised his hands to wipe away the lingering tears in your eyes. His fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair nearly covering your eyes, tucking them away with meticulous care. His touch was so gentle that itâs almost hard to believe it was the same hands who mercilessly struck two men hours ago.
His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer until you were almost seated on his right leg. The closeness made your heart swell, and you couldn't help but nestle into his warmth.
âStop crying, please?â he murmured, âyouâre getting your snot in my shirt.âÂ
Way to ruin a moment. âI hate you,â you jokingly scoff against his neck.
âNo, you donât,â he disagrees, so full of conviction it needed some humbling.
âYou bet? No kisses,â you see him smirk at your declaration, âuntil that cut completely heals,â you added, wiping that smirk on his face.
A laugh escaped you at the sudden shift in his expression. gone was the challenged smirk and all that's left are furrowed brows and a subtle pout.Â
How dare you take that away from him? Maybe you do hate him, Rin is convinced.
âStill worth it, baby?â you ribbed, seemingly enjoying his misery.
âYes.â with you finally smiling? Absolutely. Youâre smiling, and sometimes, itâs enough and more â even for Itoshi Rin.
note. ode2RIN comeback because of rinturn 2023 (I KNOW IT'S LATE)
#âïž my ode to you#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin fluff#itoshi rin x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagines#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi#blue lock
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My Starry Sky - Astarion x F!Reader
Reader and Astarion have their first real argument and have to go through the aftermath.
âCome to bed early, spend some time with me?â Astarion whispered in your ear, crimson eyes still a bit watery.
There wasnât any other answer to give. âOf course love,â you took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, desperate to reassure him after what had happened earlier.
Going into this, you knew how he could be, how he lashed out sometimes, and why. That hadnât made the first time he directed it at you after your mutual confession any easier. Maybe you had thought finally sharing your feelings would change that part of him, a selfish wish. âDamn it, are you just going to ignore me all day!â He snapped at you on the road, drawing questioning looks from your other companions.
âWhat?â Youâd turned back to him, confusion knitting your brows together.
âYou heard me.â Around you, you could sense everyone stepping away, wisely giving the two of you space, despite the fact that you were in a desolate, cursed place. The locale was probably not helping the tension.
âIâm not ignoring you!â The first mistake you made in that conversation, a sharp tone, fire returned.
âSo Iâm just imagining that youâve hardly said two words to me for hours but have been more than happy to prattle on with everyone else.â He doubled down, and you could tell he wasnât going to hear you. âOr you're lying.â
The accusation stung, did he think so little of you? Maybe this was all a mistake. And just like that, all the worries, the struggles, and this blasted place boiled over, and you were the one who lashed out. âThis isnât going to work, weâre not going to work, if youâre going to act like this!â The second mistake.
Eyes going wide, his posture changed in an instant. It was like he tried to make himself smaller, to get away from the pain of your words. âPlease no, Iâm sorry.â His voice shook and if he had any need of breathing he would have been gasping. âGods, Iâve already ruined it.â Tears had started to spill down his cheeks.
With horror, you realized what youâd done. Youâd threatened him into compliance, even if you had done so out of hurt. Were you no better than Cazador? In a rush, you threw your arms around him pulling him close, frantic to relieve the hurt youâd caused. âNo, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that.â After a second of hesitation, you felt his arms encircle you as he sniffled into your hair. "That was wrong of me."
It took a few moments of soft whispers and soothing until he would let you go. "Let's just forget this," you prompted and he readily agreed.
The hurtful words and accusations stuck with you though and you excused yourself as soon as dinner was over. Taking you by the hand, Astarion leads you to his tent, where you'd been sleeping most nights lately. With a soft gasp, you note small enchanted motes of light, dancing at the top of the tent. "Gale's work," you ask, staring at them with enchantment.
"I don't want to know what he's going to ask me in return," he chuckles but itâs strained and struggling.
âAt least heâs not looking for magic to eat anymore.â With a quick brush of your lips against his cheek, you lower yourself down to the waiting nest of blankets the two of you spend your nights wrapped around each other in. Your hand still in his pulls him along with you.
An open bottle of wine and two glasses were waiting and you readily take one after he pours it. The two of you sit close enough that shoulders and thighs touch, a small comfort after the harshness of the day, and you lean your head on his shoulder. âI love you, you know that right?â Desperately, you want him to know it, even with all the complications, you sincerely love him.
âI know,â he finishes the glass of wine, and you note that he seems off still. âI love you too,â he pours another and drinks deeply. It was a rough day all around though, and you donât want to push it.
Moments later youâre surprised as a pale, slender hand reaches down to tilt your chin up off his shoulder and kiss you. The taste of the wine lingers on his lips and you drink in the intimacy of it on your tongue. Your glass is taken from your grasp as the kiss deepens, lips parting invitingly to him. Hands wrap around your waist and your stomach flutters, youâve missed being touched like this by him. A trail of soft bites is traced from your lips down your neck as his hands work their way under your shirt caressing the sensitive skin of your breasts. Reaching up, you grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a soft moan escapes you. âMy sweet girl,â he murmurs against your throat and your blood runs cold.
That isnât him, he sounds a thousand miles away, and so empty. âI thought you werenât ready for this.â
A thumb brushes over a nipple and his teeth dig into your flesh just hard enough to thrill. You swallow the cry you almost make, not wanting to encourage this. âIâve been thinking itâs time to move on, let go of the past,â his voice tremors and you can tell heâs lying even as he tries to kiss you again.
âAstarion, stop,â gently you push him away and see the panic in his face. âWhy are you doing this?â
He looks anywhere but right at you, eyes hazy and unfocused âI donât know what you mean.â
âAstarionâŠâ
He sighs heavily, breaking down at last. âWell, I thought after today, perhaps you were tiring of me, and that I should do something to win you back. And I canât seem to get this right either.â
Pain slices through your chest and you feel as though your heart is being torn in two. Carefully, you put your hands on his cheeks. âLook at me,â itâs not a command, but a plea, and he finally brings his eyes to yours. âI love you, and Iâm not going to tire of you. Understand?â Wordlessly he nods. âBut you are never to try to buy me again with your body, you are worth so much more than that.â A loving kiss on his forehead punctuates your words and you hear him sniffling again.
âI can try, it is so hard to leave behind.â Arms open, you beckon him to you, and you both collapse into the waiting blankets. âIt feels like the only thing I know, the only thing Iâm good for. And I just want to keep you but I donât know how else to do it sometimes.â
âJust love me, thatâs all I need.â You yearn for nothing but to cover him in soft kisses and hold him forever, so he can know how loved he is, how cherished. âMy Starry Sky.â
With his face buried in your neck, he murmurs softly, sounding like his true self again, âmy Sunlight.â
#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x f!reader#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#my fanfiction#my writing
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Out of their league
Canât help but think of some of the boys with a s/o who is so out of their league lmao
Gn reader, reader is taller than riddle and Lilia and there is a mention of their chest in riddles part.
Riddle
Iâm a firm believer of riddle being attracted to a taller person
Not only is your height attractive, but the way you carry yourself leaves him in awe.
As much as I believe in riddle loving tall people, I feel he would be a bit insecure of his height. Riddle had always been a commanding presence on campus, his reputation turning his students into model citizens when heâs around.
But when heâs with you? All that dominance leaves his body. You love to lean down to tease him, or to rest your head on his, but your favorite is when you lift his chin with your fingers to meet his eyes. He pretty much blue screens on the spot, but be careful with your teasing or heâll reprimand you.
Kinda hard to take him seriously when his face is flushed red and he can barely look you in the eyes. His height giving him a perfect view of your glorious assets. Yeah heâs not fooling anyone, everyone on campus can tell heâs wrapped around your finger.
Ace
How the hell did this happen
Youâre everything heâs just ken ngl sorry ace I love you
Every time he shows you off everyone wonders how the hell did someone like you end up with someone like him.
Like heâs knows youâre hot and way out of his league but cmon! Heâs not that bad!
You obviously fell for his lovable and boyish charm!
Anytime someone flirts with you Ace will swoop in and wrap his arm around your waist, telling them youâre taken and to get lost.
âYou? You???â They laugh in his face.
He gets so offended
Poor Ace. Pepper his face in kisses, let him know you find him so attractive and heâs back to normal.
Leona
You immediately left an impression on him. When he snapped at you for stepping on his tail, you bared your fangs right back and went off on him for sleeping in such a walkable area.
Which isnât a good first look but donât worry he grows on you
You guys are in that relationship where you âargueâ anytime youâre in the same room, but thereâs obvious sexual tension between you guys⊠everyone is sick of you two like just make out already damn it! They wish they were him ;(
Your assertiveness and the way you hold your head high anytime you guys go back and forth is so attractive. Not that heâll ever admit that mind you.
You could throw insult after insult to him, but that smirk and that fiery look in your eyes has him wanting to kiss you right then and there.
âGod youâre insufferable!â
âMhmm yeah and what else?â Heâll egg you on with that damn smirk of his.
One day you guys are gonna have to admit your feelings for each other. Itâll probably have to be you though, Leona is burying his feelings deep.
Anyways letâs just say no one on campus is surprised when one day they see you guys walking together on campus, hand in hand.
Idia
How the hell did this happen #2
The radiant, intelligent, borderline untouchable Ramshackle prefect with the housewarden of Ignihyde????
Yeah no one on campus believes this is real
Ortho is doing his best to convince others that Idia can be charming, sorry bud itâs not working, the students are placing bets on if the rumor is real or not.
As much as he loves you, going out is a real struggle
Heads turn in your direction no matter where you go. You have admirers everywhere on campus, to have that many eyes on himâŠ. Yeah no heâll leave his room another day⊠probably.
If you ever do go out anywhere together Idia will most likely hide behind you, which in turn will probably draw more attention but whatever.
Your fan club is ripping their hair out cause what do you mean you fell for him of all people?!?
Heâs at a total loss if someone flirts with you. On one hand, heâd love to be your knight in shining armor. On the other hand, heâd have to directly confront someone without his tablet.
Heâd be so relieved if you can handle it yourself. If not? Oh boyâŠ. Make sure you have ortho on speed dial. Someoneâs gonna have to come save yâall.
Lilia
You guys would have a pretty fun relationship. He ropes you into scaring others real quick, your reputation makes it easy to get away with a lot.
Getting scared by Lilia: (ÂŹ_ÂŹ)
Getting scared by you: ïŒż|ïżŁ|â
Unlike riddle, Lilia is quite secure with his height. In fact he loves the height difference between you two. He loves to wrap his arms around you as you bring up a hand to play with his hair.
The Diasomnia gang all love you so no problems there⊠although if youâre human sebek might be a bit iffy about it.
Maybe not for long as he greatly respects Lilia and also there isnât much to dislike about you. Donât worry though sebek will find a way /j
All that aside your relationship is quite cute. You could be doing literally anything and Lilia will watch you in adoration. Heâll sigh dreamily and rant about you to anyone whoâll listen.
Theyâre not. No one is listening to him, Everyone around him is gripping their pens in jealousy.
The same applies for you, lovingly staring at him as he goes about his day.
âIsnât he lovely?â You sigh, gazing at Lilia as he nearly blows up the kitchen with his cooking.
Everyone is begging you to please teach him how to cook before he creates nuclear waste. đđœ
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i like the way you kiss me
you and satoru were both teacher at jujutsu tech. as always, he pestered you just as much as he did with nanami and yaga. now, he was sitting on your desk of the empty classroom as you dusted off the chalkboard, pouting about the higher ups.
"i just. . . i don't get it. how they don't give a damn about those kids. i think i do a good job about caring, right?"
"you do really well, satoru." you ruffle his hair before returning back to cleaning the chalkboard.
that makes his cheeks flush a little red, not used to such praise. well, sure, he's praised by so many people, but from you, it just felt. . . different.
he cleared his throat before changing the subject. "so. . . wanna go out and get dinner? or is it too early for all of that?"
you hum quietly. "well, actually, i've been meaning to talk to you about something."
as you turn to face him, his blue eyes met yours as he tilted his head to the side. this was something he wasn't prepared for, but he could deal with it. "yeah? what's up?"
you were only able to meet his eyes directly since he was hunched over on your desk (thank god for that). "i want you to leave jujutsu."
he blinked. did he hear that right? sure, the idea of leaving did come across his mind every now and then, but he could never bring himself to do it. he opened his mouth to protest but hesitated before saying anything. ". . . why?"
you glance away for a moment. "they're just using you."
he stared at you for a moment. he knew you were right. hell, everyone knew it - he hated it just as much as you did - but there was no other option. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know. . . i know they are. but i can't just leave. not now. i have responsibilities, there's so much more that i have to do that i can't just leave."
you gently cup his cheeks, tilting his head back up to look at you, despite his blindfold being on and you didn't know where his eyes were trained. "but you deserve more than that."
he didn't hesitate to lean into your hands, letting out a shaky breath. he wished he could leave. but who was going to take his place? he was the strongest for a reason. and what happens to his students when he leaves? megumi? itadori stuck with sukuna? he would never stop blaming himself if something or someone got hurt after he left. "i- i know but- i can't."
"if you wont leave, then promise me this-"
he didn't hesitate to nod, eyes trained on you as he listened to each and every word you had to say.
"-always come back safe to me."
he was a bit taken aback by this. he was strong enough to take on anything, that was what he was made for, right? he didn't doubt his abilities at all, but if it would ease her anxiety and make her happy, then he'd do it. "i promise."
your eyes narrow, taking in his expression with great scrutiny, making sure he wasn't lying. you gently lift his blind fold onto his forehead, finally meeting his beautiful blue orbs (he knew you loved just looking at them).
"thank you, 'toru." you say softly.
his ears grew a little pink at that. "of course." he muttered quietly.
you couldn't help but laugh a little at how shy he seemed for a moment. "dork."
"but i'm your dork, right?" he smirked down at you, looking at you with those bright, adoring eyes.
you roll your eyes and tug the blindfold back down. "yes. my dork."
he was a bit surprised by you tugging down the blindfold but could only smile like an idiot. that's all he was. he was just a big idiot when it came to you. "good. all yours~" he smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
you hum. "you know, i never see you kissing nanami's forehead. . ."
he snorted. "i never kiss anyone's forehead. except for yours." he hummed, pressing another kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. he really was just trying to kiss any part of you he could.
"alright, lover boy, that's enough." you smile and push him away gently.
he pouts and tugs you back against his chest. "come on, just one more. please?"
you shake your head which causes him to whine and pull you closer, your thigh sliding between his and you feel him. all of him.
"i need you." he murmured into your ear.
now, this wasn't the first time you two have gotten a little handsy. working as a sorcerer, you don't have much time for relationships, but that doesn't mean you can just stop being horny. so, just as satoru was your cure for that, you were his. and you couldn't just leave him like this.
"i didn't even do anything, satoru-!" you're cut off by him grinding his hips down against your thigh and you feel that familiar heat pool in your stomach.
"don't need to baby, you're just so fuckin' pretty."
you have to bite back a groan at the sultry hint in his voice, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. "please, angel."
you push him back against the chair, making him sit, easily sliding off his belt like it was an everyday occurrence (which it practically was from how good this man felt and sounded while he was balls deep inside of you).
his eyes are trained on you and he slides off his blindfold once more so you can look into his eyes. but what he wasn't expecting was for you to get down on your knees after sliding down his boxers to his ankles, and begin pressing kisses down the shaft of his pretty pink cock.
he has to stop the moan from escaping his lips just at mere kisses, and a large hand clamps over his mouth as your tongue swirls over his flushed tip, leaking with precum.
"so wet already." you snicker, but before you can utter out another word he bucks his hips up into your face, dick sliding down the slippery hole of your throat, making him groan loudly. "mm, i'm sorry. so so so sorry, baby. please- ngh- forgive me." he babbled out, hand coming down to gently stroke your hair as you tried to suppress your gag reflex from acting up.
you can only hum, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as you began to suck him off, hands holding down his toned thighs to stop him from fucking your throat until you couldn't breathe.
his hand bundled up your hair to give him some sort of leverage so he could try (and fail) to hold himself together. that's when his eyes flicker over to the open door and he almost cums right there on the spot - you fucking knew.
"y/n, the door-" his voice is muffled by his hand, and the look in his eyes shows he's about to lose it. if nanami or yaga, or even one of the kids walked in right now-
you slowly slide him out of your mouth, swallowing his slick as you respond. "then be a good boy and be quiet, sweetheart."
he whines at your words. you knew how vocal he could be, especially when you sucked him off - nothing but loud groans and praises, practically begging for you to let him cum in your pussy next or he "might just die."
for someone known as the strongest, he didn't act like it the second his dick came into the picture.
he watches intently as your candied lips slide over his length, cheeks hollowed out, making room for him just because he got hard after kissing your face.
he's entranced by the way only his tip stays in your mouth when you pull up, then sink back down around him in a heap, and he's biting his shirt just to shut himself up (not that it was doing him any favors). you could still hear his pretty groans as his head rolls back, hips faintly stuttering up into your mouth as he tried to close that space and feel your tight little throat around him again.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck-" his hand begins to guide you, pushing you down and slowly lifting you back up easily. he can feel your throat spasming every time you take him in fully, little white hairs tickling your nose before you're back up to just his tip.
you blink up at him and god is this view ethereal. brows knit together, long white lashes fluttering ever so slightly at each thrust, his uniform wettened by his mouth as he moans into it, saying your name like some sort of prayer. you feel just how wet your panties are, and you know you're gonna ask those long fingers to do you a favor later.
"'m gonna cum," the shirt falls from his mouth as he warns you, but you just hum some more, and you know that's what set him off as he lets out the most pornographic moan and keeps you at your pace to ride off his orgasm, and you're sure every person in the school could hear it. creamy white liquid just filling your throat and no matter how many times you swallow, it just keeps coming.
and your thoughts are only confirmed when nanami's voice comes from down the hallway and you almost choke on his load. "gojo?"
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Kinktober day 30: bath sex with Ace
warning: bath sex, yes i KNOW his powers wouldn't work in the bath but let me dream, ace babies you a bit, not proofread.
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Ace's hands slid up and down your arms, careful not to snag his calluses on your skin while he washed you, keeping you snug in his lap and pressed against his firm chest.
"You smell good," He murmured fondly, a gentle smile on his face and his eyes a little droopy from the effects the water held on him, but your scent seemed to keep him going just fine.
The first time he had taken a bath since eating his devil fruit was after a long mission away, when he couldn't bear to be separated from you for more than a few tortures seconds, and he let himself sink down in the water and hold you close. God, he knew he could die happy in that moment, wrapped up in your warmth and sluggish in your arms. Of course, that was a while ago, and he had since worked a bath with you into your every-day routineâ the crew wasn't complaining, considering the man finally didn't smell like a barnyard masked with cologne anymore, and his hair was much less hard on the eyes since you taught him how to properly wash it.
"Lay back, darlin'," He persuaded lowly, slowly leaning back against the tub while he held you close and pulled you with him, admiring how you looked laid out on his chest. "Here, lemme help, baby." He might have been the sleepy one, but damn it, he couldn't keep the need to help and have his hands on you to himself, already bringing his palms to cup your breasts before you could even agree.
"Hmm," He hummed in satisfaction when your nipples hardened against his palms, heating up his hands to calm the goosebumps on your skin when he began to massage your flesh, squeezing and rubbing lightly. Sure, he could simply wash you and move on, but the pretty sighs you let out only spurred him on, as did the way your breasts felt in his hold, soft and tender and so painfully pretty.
"Baby..." He started, pausing briefly to gauge your attention, "I know it's late and I promised we'd go right to bed, but how 'bout I help you unwind?"
Oh, you knew what that meant. But you also knew it was already too late, having fallen right into his trap when you agreed to sit in his lap in the first place. His cock began to harden against your ass without so much as a word from you, though it did bring a sigh from him when you squirmed at the uncomfortable sensationâ it almost boggled your mind how he could get as hard as an actual rock, and so fast too.
He might have been sluggish and a little weaker than normal, but he could still lift you over his head if he wanted, using said strength to pick you up and turn around. With you in his arms, still sitting in the tub, he reached for one of the fluffy, folded white towels, placing it on the edge of the bath.
The action almost confused you, but it made sense when he started to lower you down, letting you rest your cheek on the folded towel rather than the porcelain, sat on your knees all pretty and ready.
Everything felt warm in the moment, between the steam in the air and the water up to your chest, but it felt hot when he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and pressed his chest against your back, fluttering wet kisses against your jaw from over your shoulder. "There we go, honey. I'll be quick, 'kay? Then I'll take you right to bed and we can cuddle," He promised gently, guiding the head of his cock through your folds, almost chuckling when he felt the difference between the water and your much slicker juices.
His arms tensed as he began to press himself inside of you, groaning and sighing blissfully at the feeling of your walls slowly stretching around his girth, taking him inch by inch. His dripping hair tickled your shoulder blades as he pressed his face between them, huffing against your skin as he cursed and twitched inside your heat. "Fuck, it's like I just can't get used to how tight you are, pretty. Almost wish we weren't in the bathâ water swallows all your pussy's little noises, and y'know how much she likes to talk, an' I like hearin' her."
She. Was it embarrassing how he always referred to your cunt like that? Maybe, but you were too focused on taking Ace's cock to grow shy about it, reaching out of the water to hold onto the wall of the tub you leaned on.
"Now, now, hold on," He murmured soothingly, tightening his grip around you to easily hold you still and make sure you didn't fall into the water, keeping your cheek lulled against the makeshift pillow-towel. "Jus' breath, baby, I ain't even to the hilt yet..."
Honestly, he was fighting off the urge to melt just as hard as you were. How couldn't he be? With your soft little walls wrapped as tight as they could be around him, sheathing him so well while you shook and moaned, taking him like a champ.
When his hips finally connected with your ass, he let out a deep moan, pausing to savor the feeling. "Ahhh, shit, pretty girl, takin' me so fuckin' well, y'were made for it, hm?" He hummed, voice low and absentminded, like he was simply babbling through his pleasure.
The first few rolls of his hips were choppy and slow, but he quickly built a rhythm that had you gripping the bath for dear life, water beginning to slosh so violently as his thrusts became more brutal that it started splashing onto the floor.
"Shit, water's washin' your slick away, can't have that," He remarked, unsure of what to do or a moment, before he slid a hand down your abdomen and began toying with your folds, pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit firmly. "Jus' hold onto the tub, baby, I'mma do all the work," He moaned, feeling how your pussy drooled a little faster and you almost slipped, holding you still while he watched in complete awe of how pretty you looked.
His cock twitched and spurted hot beads of precum into your sweet spot, the splashing of the water was so loud it almost drowned out your sweet cries, and he couldn't possibly hold on much longer. He knew the water should have made him weaker, but honestly, he felt like the king of the world when your pussy started tightening up. Yeah, he still planned to clean you up, rub lotion into your skin and carry you off to bed for some well-earned sleep afterwards, but that didn't mean the idea of a second round wasn't slowly creeping into his mind.
"Ughhh, 'm gonna cum," He groaned, brows beginning to furrow in premature ecstasy when you arched your back, barely audible over the sound of the water. "You're gonna cum too, ho-oney- fuck-" He couldn't even hold it together anymore, balls tightening up into his stomach.
A loud gasp tore through his throat when the first jet of his seed crashed against your cervix, followed by his scream of approval when the wave of euphoria washed over the two of you like the rising tide, tipping you into the waters of orgasm right along with him. "Ohh! Fuck, pretty, yer so good!! So-o perfect 'round my cock, taking all my cum," He cried, completely detached from reality as he praised you from behind, rubbing at your clit hard enough to make you whimper through your own ecstasy.
Fuck, he could make your stomach flip. Both with his hips and everything else about him, fucking you good through your high, unable to shut himself up about how pretty you were, his sweet little angel, too good for a mean ol' pirate like himself...
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WOULD YOU TELL ME TO GO FUCK MYSELF?
bakugou katsuki x reader
part 3/3, part 1, part 2
a month after your breakup, you open the door for katsuki.
reminder that love is not a substitute for forgiveness. this is simply a work of fiction đȘœ
inspired by betty
katsuki (do not answer) : have i told you that enough? that i love you?
katsuki (do not answer): im sorry
katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you i love you enough
katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you how god damn pretty you are
katsuki (do not answer): for not buying you flowers
katsuki (do not answer): for not treating you how i should have
katsuki (do not answer): i know i messed up
katsuki (do not answer): but i wanna make it right
katsuki (do not answer): you're my whole fucking world
katsuki (do not answer): and i do love you
katsuki (do not answer): so open the door, im outside
â§.* â.Ë âŸ .âË â§.* â§.* â.Ë âŸ .âË â§.* â§.* â.Ë âŸ .âË â§.* â§.* â.Ë
you stared at the texts. evident by the shadow behind your door, he was indeed standing outside your apartment.
the swirl of emotions in your heart threatened to climb up your throat and spill from your mouth at the thought of seeing his face. you should tell him to fuck off. you should send him crying. you should tell him how shitty he is and how stupid he is to come here seeking your forgiveness. you should be smart about this.
but youâre not.
your shaky hand rests on the doorknob, threatening to twist it and see his face at any given moment. but you hesitate, because of course you do. youâre sweaty and emotional and terrified. your hearts been through too much to go through more. how much more were you willing to endure?
just on the other side, katsuki rested his forehead against the wooden door, as if trying to feel your presence from behind. god, he misses you. heâd do anything just to see your face again. the worst thing he has ever done was what he did to you. and the only thing he wants to do is make it up to you.
he wonders if youâll have him. if youâll still want him.
and he isnât sure what scares him more- your answer or your lack of one.
and just as heâs about to turn away, the door creaks.
he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. it doesnât matter if your eyes are puffed up and your practically drowning in your hoodie. he is physically incapable of finding you anything less than gorgeous. his eyes are glossy, his hair is tarnished, he looks like he hasnât slept a wink- because he hasnât.
you sigh. this was gonna be a long night.
ââŠhey.â his usual gruff voice was replaced by something more sincere. he hopes you donât notice how sore his throat is from crying.
you donât say anything, instead opting to step aside, allowing this cheating, unfaithful bastard into your house. you watch as his crimson eyes take in the familiar surroundings, memories erupting from the beds you previously made. you wonder what heâs been up to in the past few months. it was izukuâs birthday recently- they celebrated by throwing a party. you wonder if maybe he went to that party, if perhaps he drank at that party. but you hoped his last endeavour with the liquid poison scared him away from alcohol entirely.
âis icyhot here?â he asks, cautiously. you scoff. of course thats what he wants to know. âno.â you answer, and he sighs in relief. but you almost wish shouto was here. you two never dated like katsuki and many others thought you were, but youâd be lying if you said the photos you had posted on instagram werenât a bit suggestive. you knew theyâd drive katsuki crazy, and they succeeded in fulfilling that goal.
âare you twoâŠ?â he trails off, the answer causing katsuki to have feelings he wasnât able to confront. when you shake your head no, he decides to leave it at that. as long as its a no, heâs okay without hearing the details.
the two of you wander off to your bedroom. seeing katsuki in it makes it feel complete for the first time in months. you two sit side by side on your bed, just accepting each others existences without anything else to add. theres so many unspoken words, so many tears yet to be shed, yet it was the silence that stung the most.
âiâve you told you this a million fuckinâ times babe but⊠iâm sorry. iâm so sorry.â he says, running a hand through his hair. heâs at an honest loss for words. heâs starting to think coming all this way was a mistake, especially when he sees the way you tear up over his words. god, he hates himself for this.
the worst part about seeing katsuki on your bed again was knowing that just a few months ago, he laid on some other girls bed. he took the sheets of the bed you made together and crumpled them up. he deflated the pillows and burned the headboard to ash the moment he crossed the threshold onto some other person. it broke you inside just thinking about it, thinking of the other person he kissed, he touched, he made love to. it made your stomach churn.
âdo you regret it?â you shakily ask. you need to know. you need to know that heâs absolutely drowing in guilt, his heart tortured by the past. he looks at you like the answer should be obvious.
âevery single day.â he proclaims. âits why⊠its why i has to break up with us. you deserve so much better than me, [y/n].â
you had never seen katsuki looking like such a mess. he could barely look you in the eye while making his desperate attempt to atone for his sins. and you agreed- you deserved better than him. you deserve better treatment, better love, and a better boyfriend.
and you wanted to scream at the sky, at the universe. scream at them, ask them why that person couldnât be katsuki bakugou? it was godâs cruelest joke to make you fall in love with a bastard like him.
you look over at him. god, you wanna kiss him, touch him again. feel your bodies pressed against each other, lips on lips while his tongue explores the cavern your words erupt from. that warm, area of limbo between your lips when he ever so slightly pulls away, letting you remove his shirt over his head. you wanna hold him, skin against skin, you wanna love him.
even if it meant tasting that other girl on his lips. if you were being honest, you wanted to kiss that taste away for him.
but you couldnât bring yourself too. not after the way your heart screamed for salvation, for milk and honey, to be loved without having to give the moon in return.
âi donât forgive you.â you finally muster out. both of you let out a sigh, yours in relief and bakugouâs from anticipation. he knew that would be your answer, but he let himself believe otherwise.
âi know.â he says, shakily looking down, ash blonde locks hanging low. it was so, so fucking funny- what was he expecting anyway? your forgiveness?
âand. i still love you.â you cry.
âi donât forgive you. not after what you did. i-i⊠i can still love you without having to forgive you right now.â your conclusion is what hurts him the most, though you both know its whats gonna have to work. you can still love him, because your heart is so utterly his, and still hate him for how he hurt you.
and for katsuki, hearing that you love him, despite everything heâs put you through, is somehow better than forgiveness.
though he is utterly flabbergasted by your words.
how you still love him is a mystery to both of you. he never wants to taste anyone else on his lips other than you. youâre the name on his lips, the chapstick he keeps in his pocket, the hoodies he puts on his pillow and the person who taught him how important heartbreak can be. heâs fucked up, and he may be the biggest fuck-up in all of japan, but this fuck-up just learned how much he loves you.
he bites his lip, not even daring to ruin the moment. heâs not sure if heâs supposed to stay or go. where does he even begin making this up to you?
but he knows what he has to say first.
âi love you too, babe.â
âoh, go fuck yourself.â
tags! đȘœ
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : older husband!Ari Levinson x naive wife!reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: daddy!kink, smutt, dd/lg vibes, pregnancy!kink, breeding!kink, housewife!kink, lactation!kink, size difference, age gap, innocence!kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: Ari finally comes home to his very pregnant wife.
đ/đ: Iâm just surprised I didnât write this sooner tbh. Enjoy!
âHoney, Iâm home!â
Your husbandâs booming voice echoes around the house, sending thrills up and down your spine. You feel a huge smile plaster itself on your face â despite the fact that youâve been married to him for almost a year now, you still feel giddy like a little girl every time you hear him come home. You carefully set down the casserole that has just finished cooking, impatiently shaking your oven mitts off before making a beeline to the front door and launching yourself at your big, beefy husband.
âAri!â You hug him hard, pressing your nose into his hard chest that smells so deliciously like him. Like fresh soap and his manly musk with a hint of salty seawater. Just him. And you canât help but breath him in, trying your best to climb up his body and wrap your legs around his waist, which is obviously a hard task considering how big your belly has gotten. âMissed you so much,â you mumble against his solid body, loving the feel of his warm arms enveloping you into his embrace. You wish heâd hug you harder, completely crush your body against his like how he used to. Till you canât breathe but in the best possible way.
But of course, heâs ten times more mindful of you now. Pregnancy and all.
âBaby,â Ari breathes, burying his nose in your hair and nuzzling the top of your head. He presses a bunch of kisses against your hairline, one hand already on your belly (its favourite place to be, as of late), stroking it softly while his other hand meanders down to your ass (his other favourite part of your body). âMm, I missed you too, sweet girl. Missed your little body against me like this.â
He cups your face, tipping it upwards and lifting you slightly so he can plant a kiss to your lips. He was just so damn tall and big â kissing was a bit of a problem unless he bent down or picked you up. You didnât mind, though. You loved how much bigger he was than you, how strong and beefy and muscular he looked.
And Ariâs genes were strong enough that heâd passed them down to his unborn children too. You were about eight months along with Ariâs twins in your belly. Both boys. Both bigger than average according to your last scan. And both extremely active and strong just like their daddy â you knew because of all the somersaults and kicks they were subjecting you to day after day. But it was worth it. Ari said that you were the always the most beautiful thing heâd ever laid his eyes on, but pregnancy just made you glow differently. And heâd get that fire in his eyes every time he looked at your belly growing his babies, and it made you feel so powerful, so sexy, so wonderful.
Youâd only been married to Ari for a month before youâd found out you were pregnant. Youâd met him less than a year ago, this business tycoon whoâd swept you off your innocent feet. He was handsome, charming and respectful, and heâd proposed to you after only a few weeks. Youâd said yes, of course. And heâd made it clear that he wanted a big family, a cute little housewife (you) who took care of him and his children. You were all too happy to oblige, because you wanted all those things too.
âHow are my boys?â Ari whispers, cupping your belly with his huge palm. God, he was just so big â built strong like a wrestler yet also lithe and athletic. Not to mention so goddamned handsome! You couldnât believe your luck. Some of your friends had told you that you were too young for a man like Ari. You were only fresh out of college and he was almost double your age and the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. That didnât matter to you, though. You liked being his little baby, having him dote over you and spoil you (which he had done since the day he met you, and continued to do till this day).
And so what if he babied you all the time and made all your decisions for you? You liked giving up the control, and Ari was just so smart and level-headed, it just made sense to allow him to take over every aspect of your life.
âYour boys have been extra rowdy today.â You giggle as your husband continues to press kisses all over your face and neck, his long hair tickling you as he does so. âThey keep kicking me like they want to come out already. How am I supposed to tell them theyâre not due for another month?â
Ari smirks, easily picking you up with one arm like youâre a little baby yourself. His other hand is still splayed over your swollen stomach. Heâd grown addicted to cupping your belly ever since the day you told him you were pregnant. It was a problem in the early days, when none of your friends and family knew yet your husband kept stroking your belly in front of them, a cocky look on his handsome face that all but gave everything away.
âI canât wait till they come, but I also want to keep you pregnant just a little bit longer.â Ari murmurs, carrying you into the living room. He gives your ass a loud slap, the action making you yelp and clutch his muscular bicep as he grins. âYouâre so sexy like this, baby. Have I ever told you that?â
âOnly about a gazillion times,â you roll your eyes, but this earns you another hard slap on the ass and a warning look from your husband. You squeal, âAri! That hurt!â
âYou know not to roll your eyes at me, honey. I may have married you and knocked you up but youâre still my little baby.â Ari pats your bum and gives it a soft squeeze before kissing your cheek to make you smile. âAnd Iâve told you to call me daddy, princess.â
âOh yeah, sorry daddy!â
âThatâs okay, baby.â
Youâd called Ari âdaddyâ during sex ever since he took your virginity on your first date almost a year ago. It just fit him; he took care of you so good and he was just so big and strong and dominant. Ari was really into it, always coaxing you to call him daddy â even outside the bedroom. And heâd always look so extremely smug when youâd inevitably slip and accidentally call him daddy in front of your friends and family.
But especially now that the two of you were married and lived in Ariâs big suburban mansion, he just went crazy every time heâd come home to you in your checkered apron, pregnant with his babies and calling him daddy. Heâd told you once that it was his idea of heaven on Earth, and you were the one whoâd given it to him.
âYou have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.â Ari tells you as he takes a seat on his armchair and sets you on his lap. Youâre still dwarfed by his huge size even when heâs sitting down with you on top of him, holding you securely on his knee like youâre his little baby. His gaze grows dark as he watches your breasts bounce slightly as he sits down, pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips hungrily. âI couldnât concentrate at work, all I could think about was my baby wife, round with my children and taking care of my house in your cute little dress.â
You glance down at your dress, itâs one of many that Ari had bought for you. He had said that baby wives only ever wore dresses around the house so it was easier for their daddies to fuck them. You had absolutely no problem with that, seeing as you loved wearing the cute dresses he bought for you, and you also loved it whenever heâd slip his hand up the cotton material, or bent you over a random piece of furniture around the house and fucked the living daylights out of you.
Ari was a loving and doting husband, but sometimes he would get extremely rugged and rough with you. Heâd tell you that you were his wife and it was your duty to bend over for him whenever he pleased. Sometimes, heâd watch you with lust-filled eyes while you did the housework around the house. And all he had to do was snap his fingers and youâd come running over to him.
Heâd either push you down to your knees and make you suck him off till he was satisfied, or heâd bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck you fast and hard, calling you his cute little baby housewife, telling you how all your holes belonged to him only, because he was your husband and he owned you. And youâd whimper and mewl and wail and cry while he had his way with you, till heâd fill you up with his cum and then pull you upright, straighten your dress, slap your ass and send you back to your housework.
No wonder he knocked you up so quickly.
âHoney? You still here?â Ari bounces you on his lap and you blink before smiling up at him.
âOh. Sorry, I was just thinking.â
âWhy would you need to think, baby? Daddy does all the thinking, remember? You just look pretty.â Ari bounces you on his lap again, making you giggle while his eyes once more zero in on your breasts. Theyâre so much bigger now that youâre pregnant, and Ari has been paying more attention to them than usual. In fact, your pregnant body in general has him incensed and feral. Heâs always grabbing at you and pawing at you, squeezing and groping and stroking your every curve like he canât get enough.
He reaches past you to grab the cold bottle of beer which youâd already set out for him on the coffee table. You watch him as he takes a deep swig, admiring how handsome he is. Heâs got a defined jawline covered with his thick beard that makes him look more manly and virile than ever. A gorgeous sloped nose with a cute bump on it that you love to kiss, and high cheekbones smattered with freckles. He sports a golden tan almost all year round, as well as a wonderfully beefy, sun-kissed body that you canât get enough of.
Even now, you slip your hand up and down his hard stomach, feeling his hairy, toned abs through his cotton shirt thatâs stretched taught over them. God, he really was the hottest man alive. All the women that worked for him were crazy about him, including his secretary. But Ari had told you not to worry, that you were the love of his life and heâd waited forty years to find you, and heâd wait forty more to find you again.
âDinnerâs all ready for you.â You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek because he looks so deliciously handsome and you canât help it. âI made all your favourites, daddy. I think Iâm getting better at cooking now.â
Youâd struggled with cooking at the beginning of your marriage. You knew Ari expected you to be a good little housewife, but cooking was never your strongest suit. Ari hadnât minded though, always finding it adorable when youâd sheepishly serve him burnt food that was borderline inedible. And then heâd order a takeaway and youâd both eat in front of the TV, and heâd lick the pizza sauce off the corner of your mouth before pulling you into his lap to make out.
But youâd wanted to be a good housewife for him, after all, Ari worked so hard to provide for you and he bought you whatever you wanted. He didnât expect you to slave away in the kitchen, of course, but you figured he deserved a good homecooked meal once in a while. And so, you sifted through various cookbooks and online recipes and YouTube videos until youâd finally been able to cook something half decent. And Ari had been so proud of you when youâd served him a roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, and making you husband proud was all you really wanted to do.
Back in the present, Ari playfully chucks you under your chin, âYouâre an amazing cook, sweetheart. I canât wait to eat dinner. But I wonât lie, baby, right now Iâm hungry for something else.â
His eyes go down to your chest again, and you smile demurely as thrills shoot down to your core. Ariâs big hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lewdly before tweaking your hard nipples through the thin material of your dress. You never really wore bras inside the house, and Ari was not one to complain about that. He grins wickedly when two wet spots appear on the fabric covering your nipples.
Youâd started lactating recently, and Ari had been nothing short of thrilled about that. âBaby wives feed their daddies their mommy milk,â heâd told you, and of course, he was always right. You were scared at first, having him drink from you. But heâd been so ravenous, so hungry for your milk and the intimacy that came with doing something like that. How could you possibly say no?
Now, Ari fed from you all the time. It was almost a daily occurrence which almost always ended in mind-blowing sex.
Ari holds you close to him as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up your arms to push the straps of your dress down. Your breasts are painful and heavy as he frees them from the dress, your nipples already hard as glass but you still hiss as the cool air hits them, making them even more erect, if that was possible.
âPoor baby,â Ari coos, tweaking your nipple casually while you squirm in his arms, whimpering like a baby who needs to be tended to. That only incenses Ari more, and he gives your erect nipple a couple of flicks, making you gasp as he laughs wickedly. âLook at your sexy tits, all sore and heavy. They must really hurt, huh baby?â
You pout and nod, grabbing his forearm desperately, âY-Yeah, they do. Daddy, pleaââ
âMy poor baby,â Ari continues, squeezing and groping to his heartâs content as droplets of your milk begin to leak. Your husband licks his lips, spreading the liquid all over your sore breasts, making you hornier than ever but he only smirks. âBet youâve been waiting all day for daddy to come home and breastfeed from you, huh?â
âY-Yeah, please!â You whimper, jutting your chest out till your heavy breasts are almost smothering his face. And all he does is laugh, giving your nipple another hard pinch while you feel the tears of frustration well in your eyes. He reduced you to tears so easily, but it was only because you craved him so badly and didnât like it when things didnât go your way. He often teased you about this, calling you a needy, spoiled baby who lacked any type of patience.
Ari gives your nipple a light flick with is tongue, his blue eyes shining wickedly as your breath hitches. But then he lets out a feral growl, completely enveloping your nipple between his lips and sucking down hard. You whimper again, grabbing his hair and holding his head close to your breast as he begins to drink your milk, groaning, biting and licking at your nipple like a starved man.
âGod, you have such sexy tits, baby.â He mumbles against your breasts, burying his face into them as he continues to suckle. He grabs your other tit and gives it a rough squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with his expert fingers. âAnd your mommy milk tastes so good.â
âTh-Thank you, daddy!â You manage to get out through all the different sensations youâre feeling. Heâs still bouncing you up and down on his lap, his hard dick poking against your butt like a steel rod through his pants. Plus, his mouth working against your nipple is making you see stars, and you feel pleasure mixed with the relief from him draining the milk from your breast.
âGood girl with good manners,â Ari grunts approvingly, his voice slightly muffled as he lewdly takes your whole breast into his mouth (as much of it that fits) giving it a hearty suck while rocking you against him as he dry-humps his dick up into your clothed core. âJust like how daddy trained you to be. Fuck, baby. I bet none of my friendsâ wives are as obedient and cute as you, huh?â
âN-No!â you agree with a yelp when he gives your ass a firm slap before grabbing a handful of your ass-cheek from under your dress and giving it a lewd jiggle. âD-Daddy, need you so bad!â You try to grab his hard dick out from the waistband of his pants but he easily slaps your hands away, making you pout and whine as he continues to suck your breasts.
âLet daddy have his meal first.â Ari scolds, slapping your butt again, harder this time, before focusing his attention to your other breast. He suckles you sweetly at first, before growing greedy once your milk starts flowing into his mouth. Incensed, he moans against your breast, grabbing your hips and repositioning you on top of him. He bounces you up and down straight on top of his crotch while he feeds from you, and you moan wantonly as your body begins to work itself up.
âB-But daddy, I waited all â ah! â I waited all day for you!â You pout, trying to grind down against your husband but he holds you in place, always wanting to control your pleasure and never letting you seek it out by yourself unless you had his permission.
Ari releases your nipple with a pop before grinning wolfishly down at you, a thoughtful look on his face as his hand splays itself on your belly once more. âWell, you were a good, patient baby today, werenât you?â
âI was, I was!â He slips his hand down under your dress, quickly settling it between your legs while your breath hitches and eyes cloud over with lust and want. And all it takes is for his pointer finger to press down on your swollen, panty-covered clit and youâre cumming. You squeak and clutch on to his muscular forearms as you orgasm, your other hand going down to hold his hand in place between your legs as you hump and ride against it. Your panties are completely soaked through and your entire body is buzzing with sensitivity as you pant his name.
Ari looks extremely smug as he watches you orgasm in his lap, leaving a sizable pool of your wetness on his clothed leg. Casually, he tweaks your nipple, his blue eyes trained on your face as you gasp in response, your body twitching in his arms.
âYouâre so sensitive now, baby. I bet I could make you cum without even touching you.â Ari says, looking proud and smug at the same time.
âS-Sorry,â you shoot him a sheepish look once youâve come down from your high, âcanât help it sometimes, daddy. Specially since I canât ever touch myself when youâre not here.â
That was one of Ariâs firm rules that you had to follow. At the beginning of your marriage, Ari made it clear that baby wives like you had to follow all the rules that your husband set. That included not speaking to other men without his permission, always doing what he said, always telling him where you were, and of course, never touching yourself without his permission â certainly never when you were alone in the house.
âDumb babies like you donât know how to touch yourself.â Ari answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slips his hand out from between your legs, licking his fingers lewdly. âThatâs why you need daddy to tend to you all the time. Now tell me, baby, how would you like to be fucked tonight?â
In next to no time at all, your big, beefy husband has you on all fours on your king-sized bed upstairs. A feral energy had overtaken him when youâd shyly voiced your desires to be fucked as hard as possible. Pregnancy made you so horny and feral for him, and in the early days he only ever allowed you on top, because he was so much bigger than you and so scared of hurting you. But soon, heâd learned to be rough in a way that had you both feeling satisfied without ever really causing you any harm.
And so, Ari had wasted no time in carrying you up the stairs, laying you down on the bed and slapping your ass as you scrambled to get on your hands and knees for him. And heâd slapped your ass once, twice, three times, and you knew he was mesmerised by how it jiggled.
âYouâre so fucking hot like this, baby.â Ari murmurs, spanking you again like he canât get enough. âKept thinking of you like this while I was at work, bent over like a little whore in front of me.â
âPlease put it in, Ari!â
âPatience, sweetheart.â He chuckles, running a hand up your spine and sending shivers all throughout your body. He presses his dick against your naked backside, and he feels so hot and pulsating. Heâd torn your dress off the moment heâd entered the bedroom, and his own clothes had quickly followed suit. And now you were at the mercy of one big, horny, muscular, beefy man. A caveman, by the looks of how feral he was getting behind you. Itâs like seeing your pregnant, naked body just flipped a switch in him, and his own patience was riding thin along with yours as he continues to rut against you.
With one quick thrust, Ari drives his huge dick inside you. You cry out in pain because heâs so big, and youâll never get used to just how big he is. Heâs more than twice the size of you and so incredibly well hung, and all you can do is brace yourself and take it, your whole body jerking forward from the force of his thrust. Youâd have gone face first into the mattress had he not anticipated that and grabbed on to your hips tightly.
âOh, fuck, baby, such a tight fucking hole you got. Daddy barely fits inside.â Ariâs fingers are clutching your hips so tightly, you know itâll leave a bruise. And heâs rough from the get go, although you know heâs holding back because youâre pregnant. âGod, fuck, sweetheart. You got such a good and tight fuckinâ snatch, so perfect for my dick, fuck!â
âH-Harder, daddy!â You cry, rutting back against him as your breasts bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. But your request earns you a swift smack to your bum.
âTake it how daddy gives it to you, baby.â Ari sneers, the alpha male inside of him taking complete control as his hips increase their pace. It feels like heâs ripping your insides with his hard dick but you feel so goddamn full and so good that you donât even care, even as he continuously rains slap after slap down on your ass. âGod, fuck, such a good little baby wife. Obedient as shit, arenât you? Daddyâs little baby, gonna give me a bunch of babies, arenât you?â
âY-Yeah, gonna have your babies, daddy!â You agree, sounding delirious and very much like an airhead whoâs only capable of repeating what her daddy is saying to her but heâs reduced you to this state through his sheer hard fucking and you donât even care. You want it harder, want him slamming into you till you canât catch your breath and you pass out. But you know he wouldnât, you can tell by how heâs got one arm now wrapped protectively around your belly, as if he needs to keep it there to remind himself not to lose control like how he often does during sex.
You remember a couple of times when Ari had gone completely feral, fucking you like you were an animal. Relentless and unforgiving, leaving you with bruises and bumps as heâd had his way with you again and again. But the dark side of you had enjoyed being a cumdump for him, despite the fact that youâd cried from the pain and overwhelming pleasure. And Ari had taken you into his arms afterwards, telling you how sorry he was, how heâd be careful with you in the future, how he got too riled up and how he couldnât help but take you roughly when he saw how sweet and innocent you looked. And then heâd always be so sweet with his aftercare, and run you a bath and dote on you and hug you till you fell asleep in his arms, smelling like rose scented bubble bath.
âWant me to knock you up again, sweetheart?â Ari asks you back in the present, fucking you so hard youâre seeing stars. His fat dick is hitting all the right spots inside you, making you arch your back as he keeps thrusting into you, hips going into jackhammer mode. âBecause I will knock you up again, baby. Soon as you give me my boys, Iâll have you on your back and filled to the brim with my fucking cum so you get knocked up again. Youâd like that, wouldnât you, baby? Wouldnât you? Fuck!â
âYES, YES, YES!â You scream at the top of your lungs, the pressure building up inside you till that invisible coil snaps and you cum so hard, youâre seeing stars. You collapse underneath Ari, and he has to hold you up as he continues to fuck you. But him describing how heâs going to knock you up again was enough for you to squirt all over his dick, your slippery walls squeezing his hard, fat cock that doesnât stop its relentless assault inside you.
âFuck yeah, baby, squeeze my fuckinâ dick!â Ari groans, using your limp body as a literal hole for his dick as he grabs your hips and makes you shake your ass on his dick, âFuck yeah, baby couldnât help but cum from the thought of getting knocked up by daddy, huh? Well, you gotta give me another one, honey. One orgasm isnât enough for my baby girl.â
He pulls you up to your knees so your back is against his chest. And your body is completely limp and void of energy since orgasming had taken everything out of you, and youâre not even sure you can cum again like how he wants you to. But your beefy husband holds you up against him nevertheless, one big hand wrapping around your throat while the other cups your heavy breast and squeezes, and this whole time his hips donât stop moving inside you. His fat dick driving in and out of you at different, varied paces. Slow so you can feel every ridge and vein, and then fast till his hips are a blur and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âYou best fucking believe Iâm always going to keep you pregnant from now on.â Ari growls in your ear, squeezing your tits together as he paws at you like a feral caveman, his fingers pressing against your throat and cutting off your air supply just enough for your vision to blur and it all feels so deliciously good and youâre long past the point of even being coherent as you wail and scream for him.
You can feel him losing himself, getting rougher and rougher. You know your husband too well, you know heâs turning himself on more and more at the idea of impregnating you again. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and biting while his hands squeeze your breasts so hard it hurts, and you feel your milk dribble down your nipples.
Ari sees it too, and you swear you can feel his dick get even harder inside you. In a nanosecond, heâs manhandled you into a different position. Now, heâs sitting on the bed with you on top of him, and heâs bouncing you up and down on his dick. And oh my fucking God, itâs so much deeper this way! You can feel your puffy clit grind against his trimmed pubic hairs as he does all the work, his muscular arms wrapping around you, not caring at all that your pregnant belly is in the way as he continues to fuck up into you.
âCanât let your mommy milk go to waste, can we?â Ari grins, grabbing your tit and latching his mouth on it immediately, sucking down so hard that you see stars. He lets go with a pop, âGuess I didnât get all of it, huh, baby?â
You hold his head in place, carding your fingers through his brown waves as he continues to drink your milk like a ravenous beast, like he canât get enough of it. Switching from one nipple to the other, giving both your breasts equal attention as he drains the milk from them.
âYouâre so fucking hot when youâre breastfeeding daddy, baby.â Ari tells you, his voice muffled as he keeps his face buried in your breasts. And all the while heâs bouncing you up and down on his dick, and you can feel your second orgasm start to build up â and he hasnât even cum once yet! You wonder how he remains so calm, so casual enough to have a conversation with you during sex. Meanwhile youâre a dishevelled mess on top of him, head lolling to the side as youâve already gone dumb from all his ministrations.
âGod, fuck, gonna keep you pregnant at all times now, sweetheart.â Ari declares, getting feral again as his hand splays out on your belly. âI want at least five more kids, baby. You gonna give daddy five more babies?â
âY-Yeah! Yeah, I will!â
âThatâs a good fuckinâ girl. A good fucking baby wife. Iâm so glad I found you, baby. I love you so fucking much.â He kisses you, pulling you by the hair till youâre flush against him, his hips fucking up into you at a blurring pace that makes you feel like heâll rip you in half any second now.
âAnd all the other guys will be so fucking jealous that they donât have a cute little knocked up baby wife who does whatever they ask. Fuck! Tell me youâre my cute little baby wife!â He pinches your nipple harshly before going back to your belly, rubbing it with his huge hand as he clutches you so close on top of him.
â âm your cute little b-baby wife!â You moan, finally finding the energy to desperately ride him, up and down and backwards and forwards, grinding against the thick steel rod that is his dick as it jams up your poor, abused fuckhole.
âDamn right you are. And Iâm your daddy who knocked you the fuck up. And Iâll do it again and again, because youâre my fucking property and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you! You got that? Fuck!â
âYeah, oh fuck, yeah, daddy, you own me! Wanna have more of your babies! Want you to keep me pregnant all the time!â You blabber incoherently.
âAnd youâre gonna obey me, and be a good little mommy to all our children, arenât you?â He smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times till your ass is sure to be raw and all the while you nod and agree with him, âA good little mommy who does what sheâs told to do, and spreads her legs every time daddy wants to knock her up again, you got that?â
âYes!â
âFuck, sweetheart. Canât wait to come home to you taking care of our little ones. Five of âem, with another one on the way. Fuck, canât fuckinâ wait for that.â Ari grunts, his thrusts growing deeper and hitting your spot so deliciously and making you mewl, as well as his words and promises of keeping you pregnant which have you turned on beyond belief.
The pressure in your lower belly builds up higher and higher, more intense till you almost canât stand it. And it feels so deliciously good, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as Ari continues to fuck you throw it all, holding you close and coaxing you, telling you to cum again for daddy, giving you permission to let go and cover his fat dick in your cream. And you obey, and you cum so hard, marvelling at how much of it squirts out of you.
Like a broken faucet, squirt after squirt of your cum covers his cock, and you sob and clutch at Ariâs hairy chest, burying your face in his hard chest as you cum so hard you almost faint. âOh daddy, daddy, daddy!â you whimper like a broken record, like a baby whoâs collapsed and needs to be held by her big, strong daddy.
âThatâs a good baby,â Ari coos, stroking your hair like youâre his good little girl and the pride in his voice makes you sag with relief and euphoria, and his thrusts grow sloppy as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. His fat balls slapping against your pussy, and you know his load will be big because heâs held off so long.
âFuck, baby.â Ari lets out a guttural groan before he cums, emptying himself inside of you as spurt after spurt of his hot cum sears you from the inside out. Brands you as his as your greedy pussy squelches and swallows his seed like itâs your job. And Ari looks so proud, holding you so close to him till it hurts, like he doesnât want a single drop of his cum wasted as he fills you up like youâre his personal cumdump. âGod-fucking-dammit, your greedy little snatch is squeezing me so good, baby. Best fuckinâ pussy I ever had, taking all my daddy cum like a good little girl. Fuck, take it, take all of it!â
And you do, taking every drop of his thick ropes of cum till you feel so full, stuffed to the brim with his heavy load as you fall down, completely spent and breathing hard, on your back on the bed.
Youâre completely sapped of all energy, and again you marvel at how Ari seems perfectly fine, as if he hadnât just emptied the worldâs biggest load inside of you after a long session of unbridled, hot, rough sex. But your husband seems more interested in your body in its post orgasmic glow, rubbing you all over as you rest from the fucking youâve just received, marvelling at his cum as it drips out of your pussy.
âLooks like your baby pussy couldnât keep it all in, honey.â Ari swipes a finger up your slit and it comes up covered in his cum. Your mouth drops open in the shape of an o, which works out in your husbandâs favour as he feeds you the thick cum. Globs of it, again and again, swiping up from your pussy before he brings his finger to your lips and allows you to suckle it off him. And itâs all you can do in your weakened, post-fucked state, suckle his fingers like a baby as your daddy feeds you his cum.
âTh-Thank you, daddy.â You murmur weakly, not forgetting your manners as Ari smiles down at you smugly. Finally tearing his gaze away from your body, he lies down next to you and gathers you into his arms for a cuddle. Kissing the top of your head and all over your face as he holds you close to him, till you can feel his heartbeat in sync with your own.
âYouâre welcome, baby. I love you so much.â Ari answers, looking like the happiest man in the world. And itâs such a powerful feeling, knowing itâs you who has made him feel this way.
âLove you too, daddy.â You say tiredly, cuddling close and burying your face into his hairy chest as you breathe in his intoxicating post-sex musk. âCanât wait to give you more babies. Canât wait for our boys to come. Iâll be the best mommy to your babies, I promise.â
Ari chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. His hand goes down to cup your belly, and he squeezes you so close to him, you feel you might suffocate. But in the best way.
âI know you will, baby. I know youâll take care of my children, but right now Iâm going to take care of you, okay?â
âOkay, daddy.â
He runs you a strawberry scented bubble bath, carrying you to the bathroom and getting into the tub with you. Gently scrubbing you clean and massaging your sore muscles and sensitive skin while you lie on top of him in the bath, content and barely conscious from the incredible session of fucking youâve just received. Smiling faintly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising you the world and more, his words painting the perfect life which lays in store for you in the future, as well as the perfect life youâre currently living now â all because of him.
THE END! This is my ultimate fantasy and i have no clue why i never wrote it before now! pLEASE PELASE let me know what you think! thank you very very much! love you all!
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pookie pls can you write for gojo where reader and him are coworkers at jujutsu high and have a dynamic similar to utahime and gojo? and like yaga is always making them work together even tho they donât like eachother, but Gojo lowkey gets off on reader being annoyed at him so there is *tension*? đ„șđ„șđ„ș
â„ whole lotta attitude | satoru gojo
warnings: enemies to lovers, gojo is a dickhead but it's okay because he's gojo, fem! reader, unprotected sex, office sex (im a slut for office sex), multiple orgasms, wall sex, roughness, one hickey, spanking, oral sex (m! receiving), making out, filthy filthy words are spoken, hella sexual tension, reader hates gojo but gojo loooooves her, gojo gets slapped once, degrading, praise, hair pulling, hate(?) sex, gojo texts like a super senior, a little bit of a textfic but not rlly, fluff at the end
MDNI | 18+ content
word count -> 3.6k
Jujutsu High was quiet today. That wasnât unusual because most of the students were either out on missions or in Shokosâ office experiencing whatever the hell she called âmedicine.â The quiet was nice, strangely calming, and reassuring. Being a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, calm was a foreign feeling. The cool breeze blew your hair softly in the wind, the songbirds tweeting a melody that was most becoming on this quiet say. You took a deep breath in as you leaned against a wooden pole, admiring how clear the sky was. Everything was simply perfect. If tomorrow was your last day alive, today would be the most wonderful send-off.
âHey there princess! I missed you!âÂ
And just like that, there was no more peace. No more tranquility, no more sing-song bird crap. Thereâs only Satoru Gojo and his humongous ego that crushes anyone within a 50-foot radius.Â
His deep voice was laced with a sickly sweet playful tone that made you want to grab his collar and punch him right in his perfect nose. God, you fucking hated him. He was the bane of your existence with his smug attitude and that stupid infinity that he only turned off when you were around. Did he seriously think you were that weak, and he didnât even need to use infinity because he could defeat you within a millisecond? Stupid fucking handsome bastard, you hated him with every fiber of your being.Â
âWhat, youâre ignoring me now? Donât be like that, itâs not nice!â Gojo laughed and practically teleported to where you were sitting, his eyes no doubt sparkling under that black blindfold he always wore.Â
You groaned and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away from the smug bastard. âFuck off, Gojo. I was having a perfectly peaceful afternoon before your very existence ruined it for me.â You pinched your temple with your index finger and thumb, rubbing the stressed skin. âI was calm for once in my damn life. You really do have a talent for making me wish I was six feet under.â
Gojo playfully pouted and shifted himself to your other side, taking your hand off your temple. He cradled it with his own, royally pissing you off in the process. âWhy are you always so grumpy all the time, huh? Is it because your students are always out on missions instead of keeping little olâ your company?â He mocked slightly, letting go of your hand. His blue eyes sparkled beneath his blindfold, filled with mischief. âI could keep your company, you know that right? Or is Little Miss Grumpy Pants too high and mighty to give me a shot?â
âI would literally rather make out with Jogo than spend more time with you than Iâm legally required.â
âOuch, that hurt.â
âToo bad, so sad.â You smirked, shoving him away. If anyone else had seen that they would have been shocked. The mighty Satoru Gojo, pushed to the ground by a grade two sorcerer. You rose up from the wooden desk and dusted yourself off, walking away as quickly as you could in your tennis shoes.
âI always look forward to these meetings you know!â Gojo yelled at you in the distance only to see the faintest image of your middle finger wiggling at him. Gojo smirked and put down the hem of his blindfold, his hair returning to its usual upright position.Â
You stormed back into your office and locked the door shut, sliding down against the mahogany doorframe in exhaustion. How was it possible that just being in his presence absolutely drained you of all resolve? Was he really that strong, or was he just super fucking annoying? You had no idea, no one ever had any idea when it came to Satoru Gojo.Â
The beautiful day finally came to an end and you got back to your apartment, collapsing onto your couch. Most jujutsu sorcerers had house provided to them by their clans, but that was not your case. Your neighbors thought you were a teacher at some religious school deep in the country side. It was the best excuse you could come up with for being gone for practically days at a time. Maybe the only bus to the train station broke down or something, any old excuse like that in order to keep the nosy (and mostly elderly) fellow tennents off your back.
âFuck my lifeâŠâ You groaned, placing your head in your hands as you stumbled over to your cozy bedroom, itâs warm environment almost giving you a hug in its own way. You slipped into your pajamas and curled up under the covers, setting your alarm on your phone for the next morning. Just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone started to buzz. At first it was just a single vibration, probably a text from your mother or something. But the buzzes and vibrations kept coming until your phone was practically moving itself off the bed.
You groaned in annoyance and turned over, checking the notification center to see who the hell had the nerve to text you nine times in a row. And sure enough, sporting the contact photo of a .5 that he took of himself when he stole your phone that one time, Satoru fucking Gojo had spam texted you at 11:41PM.
âWhat the actual hell?â You whispered, unlocking your phone to see what could possibly be this important. Nothing was ever this important past 10PM, not even if your apartment building was on fucking fire.
The messages plagued your screen, his smirking face in the contact photo made you even more angry. And yet a faint blush found itself creeping up against your face. Maybe it was the sheer excitement of a man texting you at night, or maybe deep down you actually liked Gojo. You smacked yourself lightly on the cheek, trying to erase that thought from your sleep-ridden mind.
Worst person alive: heyyyy
Worst person alive: r u up???
Worst person alive: theres no way u actually went to bed, omg ur such a grandma
Worst person alive: im bored talk to me
Worst person alive: megumi wont answer my texts :(( i think he hates me
Worst person alive: i know ur awake, u were active three minutes ago on insta
Worst person alive: ik u blocked me on their but jokes on u i have 5 other accounts
Worst person alive: pls pls pls pls talk to me im dying over here princess
Worst person alive: btw yaga assigned us on a mission tmrw mwah
Your eyed widened at the last message, your hands gripped the phone with white-knuckle strength. âFucker!â You yelled, turning off your phone before melting under the covers. Why did Yaga have to do this to you? You and Gojo together was torture enough, but now you had to do actual work with each other? Gojo was grossly incompetent at anything that didnât involve exorcising cursed spirits.Â
You sighed and closed your eyes, silently praying that a curse would somehow break into your bedroom and murder you right then and there. But unfortuanly, you woke up to your alarm blaring in your ear the next morning.
Gojo and yourself were sat in Yagaâs office, Gojo smirking at you the entire time. You blushed under his gaze, hands gripping the edges of your seat as you waited for Yaga to tell you what the assignment was. Was Yaga being late on purpose just to mess with you? Did you manage to piss him off somehow? A million questions were flying through your mind and there was no answer in sight.Â
âI saw you read my messages princess.â Gojo finally spoke, leaning forward. He was significantly taller over you, his towering muscular frame intimating you. âWhy didnât you respond? I was really bored. Itâs rude to ignore your friends.â He spoke, that same sticky and syrupy voice coming back to haunt you.
âMaybe thatâs because we arenât friends, Gojo.â You scoffed, flipping your hair behind your back. âCould you please just shut up until Yaga gets here? If I have to listen to you mock me again I might actually explode.â Sighing, you placed your face in your hands.
âActually,â Gojo purred, getting up from his seat only to sit down in Yagaâs velvet office chair. âYaga doesnât have a mission for us, princess.â He kicked his feet up on the desk, taking off his blindfold. His snowy white hair fell into a beautiful mess, with his painfully gorgeous blue eyes lighting up his already hellishly handsome face.
You looked up from your hands to raise an eyebrow, your face immediately turning a bright red upon seeing Gojo without his signature blindfold. âIâm sorry, what? I donât follow.â
Gojo tutted and threw the black fabric onto your lap, his eyes still staring at your blushing face. Gojo found it simply adorable how you would always get so flustered, so annoyed in his presence. How you would always deny being attracted to him, how you swore up and down that he was put on this Earth to make your life a living hell. But he noticed that you would always squeeze your thighs together when he spoke. It was precious, really. How you thought you could hide your painfully obvious desire for him.
âAe you hard of hearing or something, princess?â Gojo purred, leaning forward to he could grab onto the collar of your navy blue work uniform. With just a snap of his wrists his face was mere centimeters away from your own, the tips of your noses were pressed up against each other so perfectly. You felt your breathing quicken, the atmosphere in Yagaâs office so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. âI said that Yaga never gave us a fucking mission. I just wanted to see you again.â He breathed out, his steaming air causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. His grip on your collar tighten, his eyes were filled with desire. Desire for you thatâs long overdue to be broken.
Your brows furrowed at you gripped onto his wrist, trying your best to pry his hand away from your uniform collar. Twisting and turning his wrist every which way turned out ot be fruitless, causing you to grow ever more angry and flustered. Fuck Gojo and his superhuman abilities, fuck him for being the strongest.Â
Instead, your hand came flying at his face. Your palm collided with his flesh, the cold stinging sensation snapping Gojo out of his lustful trance. His spare hand crept onto his cheek, rubbing the mark softly. You gulped, nervous to see how the strongest jujutsu sorcerer would react to getting slapped across the face by a grade two.Â
He smirked and threw his head back slightly, a dark chuckle emitting from his throat. He looked back down at you, his grip on your collar so strong that you started to choke. âGod, I was hoping you would fucking do that.âÂ
In an instant his lips were on yours, roughly clashing against each other. It took every fiber of his being to not rip all your clothes off right then and there, to bend you over Yagaâs desk and fuck you senseless. Oh how long Gojo had waited to feel your plump lips being ravaged by his own, and how deliciously rewarding it was to play the long game. Finally your lips were melding perfectly with each other, his tongue picking up just the faintest taste of peach chapstick.Â
Gojo pulled away from the kiss after about a minute, a thick strand of saliva connecting your lips. He sighed in pleasue as his eye landed on your flustered face, your mouth still agape like a slut.
âSo fucking pretty like this,â he muttered, stepping out from behind the desk. He pulled you out of your chair and trapped you against the wall, his muscular torso being so easily felt under the think fabric of the uniforms the school provided. âBeen wanting to kiss you since forever, yâknow.â He mumbled, dragging his callosued hands up and down the clothed snatches of your wasit. âYour lips taste even better than I imaged, sweetness.â
You blushed at his sultry words, the faint glim in his ocean blue eyes only making your knees evern weaker. Slowly but carefully, your arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. âYouâre still on my shitlist,â you muttered, standing on the tips of your toes to meet his eyeline.
âAnd youâre as stubborn as ever, princess.â Gojo purred picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs, Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, making it look like a scene straight out of a movie. âSuch a pretty mouth, you gonna let me fuck it?â He whispered, rubbing circled on your bare thighs. The modest jujutsu skirt you wore covered your legs quite nicely, so you never really felt the need to wear tights. And that drove Gojo fucking wild.
âDepends, whatâs in it for me?â You smirked, tugging lightly on the baby hairs at the back of his head. Gojo hissed in pleasure, kind of proud that you were being equally as bratty to him as he was to you.Â
âThe best fuck youâll ever get, plus some more.â Gojo let go of your thighs, letting you drop onto your knees. You looked up at him, gulping in anticipation as you saw the imprint of his throbbing erection covered by his pants. âYou gotta get me prepared first, princess. Or else I might not fuck that pussy as good, got it?â His voice was dripping with desire for you as his expert hands pulled down his pants, tossing them aside along with his boxers. His cock tapped against his shirt, leaving the smallest precum stain.
You bit down on your lip at the sight of his cock, moving yourself foreward. Ever so carefully, your right hand gripping onto the base of his cock. Tongue falling out of your mouth, you took his cock in your wet cavern slowly, your cheeks hollowing out to accommodate his girth and length.
âShit princess, just like that. Yeah, I knew you would be good at suckinâ dick.â Gojo praised, offering you a slanted smile as your hands stroked what your mouth couldnât fit. His large hand tangled itself into your messy hair, tugging on the roots ever so gently. His hips bucked into your mouth ever so slowly, almost painfully slow. He treated you like you were so fragile, sharp contrast to when he had you pinned against the wall with his tongue shoved down your throat.
He groaned in pleasure as his cock his the back of his throat, his hips driving his member down your throat even faster. His grip on your hair tighten, causing a small pool of tears to well in the corner of your eye. A singular droplet ran down your pretty little face, which Gojo thought was just the cutest little thing.
âOh, is my princess crying? What, my dick to big for your slutty little mouth?â His hips stopped snapping into your face, pulling your mouth off of his member slowly. âWell, if you canât handle my dick in your mouth,â He grabbed your arm, throwing you against the desk. His pushed you down so your face was against the hard mahogany wood, with your ass up and on display for Gojo to smack. âThen maybe your pretty pussy will be able to handle me, hm?â
He shoved your skirt above your ass, the blue material bunching the divet in your waist. His hand ran over your soaked panties, shoving them aside to expose your soaked core to the cold office air. âSo pretty fâmeâŠâ Gojo mumbled, gathering up some of your slick on his thumb and popping it inside of his mouth. âDelicious too, maybe youâll be my dinner one day. Wouldnât you like that, princess?â He teased, his hand cracking against the supple flesh of your perfect ass.
âFuck!â you cried out, your hands gripping onto the wooden desk for dear life. You grew increasingly frustrated, especially knowing that Gojo was taking immense pleasure in making you wait tt get fucked. âDammit Gojo, just fuck me already!â You demanded, your eyes being slightly covered by your mess of hair falling in front of them.Â
He smacked his hand across your ass again, alighting his cock with your sobbing entrance. âYou sure got a whole lotta attitude, princess.â He purred, teasing your hole with his mushroom head. âIâll be sure to fuck it outta you, donât you worry your pretty little head.â
He shoved his cock inside of you, hissing as your tight walls enveloped his member. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, having never experienced someone as big or as girthy inside of you. Sure, you had slept around before but this time he might actually make you cum. You wouldnât have to fake an orgasm just for it to end.
âShit, Gojo!â You screamed, lifting your head up from the desk to meet his gaze from behind. âY-youâre too fuckinâ big, you know that?â
Gojo smirked and started to slowly thrust himself in and out of your weeping cunt, the sound of his groans mixing with your moans of pleasure filling the chilly office. âGod, youâre so fuckinâ tight. Squeezing me already, princess? Good fuckinâ slut.â He grunted, pulling your hair back so your neck was against his mouth. His hips were now snapping furiously at your ass, his balls clapping against the skin. âYou wonât mind if I give you a little mark, right? Gotta make sure you remember being bent over like this, pretty thing.â
His sharp teeth bit down onto your neck, sucking a nasty purple circle right where your jugular would be. The stimulation was utterly overwhelming, your mouth was agape and your throat was starting to hurt from all your cries. âFuck, such a good slut for me.â
Gojoâs rough and callosued hands reached under your top to grope one of your tits, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipple under the thin fabric. He could feel your orgasm was fast approaching the way you squeezed onto his cock, almost like your body was trying to suck him in even deeper inside of you. âGojo, fuck! T-Too fucking handsy!â You managed to moan out, your brain slowly starting to turn to mush as the coil in your belly threatened to snap at any minte. âFuck, gonna fucking cum!â
Gojo smirked and smacked your ass once more, slipping his hand from behind you to rub on your sensitive clit. âCum all over this cock baby, f-fuck. Be a good fucking girl.â He demanded in your ear, his fingers now furiously rubbing themselves on your clit while his cock hit every place it needed to.
With a wanton gasp you threw your head back onto his shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like tsunami or a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over your every nerve, your eyes feeling fuzzy as you swore you could see stars.
âFuck, holy fuck! Gojo, oh my fucking God!â you sobbed, your bottom lip trembling as you came down from your high. Gojo sighed and began to kiss your neck gently, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate as he felt his own euphoria approaching.
âShit, gonna cum princess. Lemme cum inside of you, yeah? God youâre so fucking warm and tight, fuck!â He moaned into your neck, the movement of his hips becoming staggering and sloppy as his hot ropes of sticky cum coated your insides, filling you up so nicely. âF-fuck, oh my godâŠâ
Gojo pulled out of you, smirking to himself as he saw his cum leak from your sloppy pussy. âFucking amazing, princess.â He bent down to pick up his boxers and pants, putting them on quickly.Â
You got up from leaning over the desk and turned around, your face flushed and your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your hands still gripping onto the table, your pretty lips slightly agape. âHoly shitâŠI think that was the best sex Iâve ever fucking had.â You breathed out, brushing the sweaty babyhairs out of your face.
Gojo smiled and bent down slightly, kissing your nose with a gentleness that was the complete opposite of how he fucked you. âIâve been wanting to do that sicne I met you, you know.âÂ
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, adjusting your stretched-out shirt collar. âStop lying, you already fucked me. No need to lie anymore, Gojo.â
He frowned and grabbed onto your hand, his thumb carefully rubbing onto the back of it. âIâm not lying, you know.â
Raising an eyebrow you looked into his blue eyes, curious as to why there wasnât a hint of deception swirling around in his oceans of blue. âGojoâŠare you being serious?â You whispered, a blush once again covering your face. It wasnât a blush of desire but a blush of shyness, like you were sixteen years old and just got confessed to.
âSatoru,â he spoke, bringing your hand to cup his pale face. âCall me Satoru, please.â
You smiled and rolled your eyes once more, your hand gently petting his flushed face. You took a step towards him, allowing Gojo to wrap his other hand around your waist. You two held each other in Yagaâs office, the scent of sex and passionate still filling up the otherwise stiff air.
âWhat are you gonna call me then, Satoru?â You softly spoke, standing on the tips of your toes so your lips were hovering against his once more. Gojo offered you a gentle smile, pecking your lips tenderly.
âIâm gonna call you mine.â
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Rainâs Kinktober 2024 - 02
Ben Drowned x Male Reader - Dirty Talk/Over the Phone
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Teasing, dirty talk, handjob, masturbation, mutual masturbation, desperation, anal fingering, Ben is a power bottom, commanding, top/bottom dynamics
Tag: #rainykinktober2024
Words: 2.6k
âItâll be a little bit before I can see you again.â
Ben groaned, his phone pressed close to his ear as you spoke, the elf hunched onto the living room couch.
âIs there really no way for you to come back earlier?â
Ben was fiddling with his hoodie strings, unenthusiastically trying to prepare himself for the inevitable answer you always gave him.
âNoâŠâ
Living in the mansion together was nice, the two of you inseparable when the time allowed. But more often than not, Slender had you running through towns to scope areas or collect intel for the proxies. So, sadly, you both were forced to spend the majority of your relationship over the phone.
Ben didnât completely hate it, his entire life revolved around technology and things like this. So, to him, the adjustment was a little easier.
However, to a clingy lover like you, it was hard to spend so much time away from his touch. You would spend nights slouched in the backseat of your truck imagining Ben was holding you or laying with you, the chilly night air always a little too isolating for you.
You had tried convincing Slender to send someone else, working a little harder to sway his opinion. That only made him more keen to send you further, impressed by your ability to move around so effortlessly and under shadows. You had been gone for four days now.
It took more effort to leave than anyone realized.
âIâve only got a couple of more miles. Iâll try to wake up earlier to get this over with. Promise Iâll be back soon.â
Ben groaned, the sound of static crackling through the phone; his irritation. You hummed, kicking your legs out to settle in the back seat as you prepared for sleep. You could hear the elf too, the quiet shuffles as he spreads out on the mansionâs couch.
âWish you were hereâŠâ
He sounds whiny, the huff of impatience in his voice as you smile, glancing out of the back window.
It was late, probably near midnight. You had been driving all day and found a cul-de-sac to park in, some quiet neighborhood nobody would notice. The street lights were low, nobody stirring as your parked truck sat deeper into the shadows.
You planned on being gone before anyone would wake.
âI wish I was there, too. Tired of sleeping in this damn thing.â
A little chuckle came from the other end, the distant sound of the television switching channels as Ben found something to fill the quiet. What you wouldnât give to be laying on that couch right now with your boyfriend laid out in your lap.Â
You missed those nights. The quiet stutter of whatever show was playing as he ran his fingers through your hair, kissing along your face until you couldnât get enough.
God, did you miss him.
âWanna know the worst part about being gone?â You sighed, Ben humming as you leaned your head back against the glass of the door.
âGas station food. Tired of living off of shitty chicken sandwiches.âÂ
The elf laughed, finding a channel he liked and tossing the remote out of the way. You could hear the shuffle as he rolled onto his side, his tired sighs brushing through the phone.
âWanna know the worst part for me?â You hum in response, Benâs little chuckle making you smile.
âHaving to jerk off by myself.â
You flinched, eyes going wide at the little smile you could hear behind his words. It was no secret just how unfiltered your boyfriend could be, but his words never failed to catch you off guard.
You sat up a little, huffing a small laugh as you heard Ben chuckle on the other end. He was such a tease, always so eager to get you flustered and speechless.
âThatâs bad tooâŠâ You whisper back, voice a little more shaky than before. Ben could hear it, turning onto his back and resting his head on the arm of the couch, staring at the ceiling.
âHavenât really had time to, so I guess I miss that a lot, tooâŠâÂ
âDo you want to...?â
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you could hear nothing but the low mumble of the television on the other side. Benâs excitement was practically buzzing as he waited for your answer, fingers tapping rhythmically on the backside of his phone.
You hated the little twinge of excitement that sparked in your gut, heart thumping in your chest as you quietly answered.
âYeahâŠâ
âGod, thatâs hot.â
You could already feel the pit in your stomach growing, the tiniest hints of arousal creeping in as your cheeks flushed dark. It had been days since you had even thought about getting off, too busy trying to drive to your destination and make it back before you went crazy. Benâs breathing was louder in the phone now, quiet shuffles that you couldnât quite make out as you let your hand rest atop your thigh.
âUnbutton your pants, okay?â
You could hear the switch in Benâs tone, the sleepy huffs from earlier now laced with a commanding tone. You loved it when he got in that headspace, so willing to give you instructions and tell you exactly what you both want. You always admired his bluntness, especially when it was about what he wanted from you.
You unzipped your jeans, shoving the fabric down to the top of your thighs as you held the phone close, waiting so desperately for him to tell you what to do. Your face was hot, excitement bubbling as you could feel your cock slowly twitching to life.
âI canât wait till you come back⊠I need to see your pretty faceâŠâ
You could hear the huffs in his voice, the quiet sounds of his own jeans being pushed down as he quietly sighed. You couldnât see it, but Benâs cock was heavy lying on his waistline, twitching and straining every time he heard your voice. He had been hard the entire phone call, secretly stifling his groans until he found an opening to get you here with him.
âBenâŠâ
It was so desperate, your hand pushing past the waistline of your boxers and wrapping a fist around your half-hard length. You were quick to tighten your grip on the head, twisting and pushing your thumb against your slit, whining when your stomach twinged.
You spread your legs, tugging your hand out to push your boxers down too, flinching when you were met with the chilly air of the truck. It was already growing stuffy in there, your body cramped and aching from the uncomfortable sleeping positions of the past couple of days. That wouldnât stop you from hunching your shoulders lower on the door, hiking your leg up, and letting the other one spread wide.
âDonât try to be quiet, now. I want to hear⊠Tell me what you wantâŠâ Ben grunted, his own legs hiked up and spread as he took his length in his hand, trying his damnedest to imagine it was yours. It was late at night now and nobody in the mansion was stirring, but the elf clicked the television volume up a little, just in case.
âNeeded to be inside you, like, yesterdayâŠâ You half-laugh, but it was true.
You brought your hand up to your mouth, collecting spit on your lips to bring back down to your tip, smearing it down your length. You groaned at the tug, stomach tightening as you gripped a fist tight at the base and lightly rutted into it. You let your head drop back, breathing deeply and whining at the feeling of you growing harder.
âFeels good⊠Ah- Wish it were your handsâŠâ You gasped, Benâs sharp breaths echoing right into your ear as you let your mind hook on the thought of him jerking off, too.
âGo slow. Drag it out for me.â
Your eyes were screwed shut as you willed your hand to stroke your length easily, bringing your fist from your tip and pushing through to the base. You let out a quiet gasp every time, imagining it was Benâs hand that was slowly dragging your arousal to the surface.
He always did that when you were together, quietly getting you excited before forcing you to admit how badly you wanted him. He was always such a tease, getting you on the edge of pliable before having his way.
Ben, meanwhile, was quickly rutting his hips up into his hand. He had the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, one hand on his cock while the other brushed along his stomach, goosebumps rising and scratching across his skin.
âGod, I wish you were here⊠Miss your dick⊠MmmâŠâ He grunted, teeth gritted as he twisted his fist along his head and forced pre to dribble out. He had pent himself up, his cock more than ready to cum, but heâd wait until you were there too.
You were whining now, the sound of Ben quickly jerking off his arousal making your hand itch to move faster. But you would listen to him, slinking your hand as slow and desperately as you could.
âBen⊠Please⊠Ahnn-â
He grunted at the way you sighed his name, pulsing his fist at his head and messily fucking the tip of his cock into his grip. He was disappointed that it wasnât as tight as you were able to grip him, your hands absent as his body scrambled for the sensation.
âWhat was that? Tell me what you wantâŠâ
You whined, cheeks heated and hips beckoning to flinch upwards. Beads of sweat collected along your brow, the stuffiness of the truck becoming heated as your body swelled with pleasure.
âNeed to go faster⊠Stop teasingâŠâ
Ben chuckled, whispering into the phone as he heard your desperation. âSo good for me⊠Alright, love, go aheadâŠâ
You didnât let yourself get caught up in his words, gripping the phone tighter as you pulsed your hand quickly. You set a good pace, your spit gliding across your length and tugging flinches and stutters from your hips. You let your head fall back again, eyes fluttering shut as you finally thrust up into your hand.
You could practically see your boyfriendâs pretty face, his slack jaw as you fuck up into him, warmth gripping you much tighter than your fist ever could.
 âLemme hear youâŠâ
Benâs words had you letting out any tenseness you had in your throat, moaning out into the emptiness of the backseat as you watched your cock glide through your grasp with heavy eyes. The elf listened closely, tugging his hoodie up to his chest as he rolled over, lying on his stomach.Â
He let both hands wrap around his cock, back arching to angle his hips just right, fucking down into his grasp. He shoved his face into the arm of the couch, phone pressed against the side of his face so he could still hear your noises.
âMhnn⊠Keep going now⊠Donât slow downâŠâ
You didnât know, but Ben was sliding one of his hands to his mouth and sucking on the digits quietly. Your moans were inching him on, body begging to feel your touch as he slipped his hand back down his back and to his ass.
âBen⊠baby⊠Aha-â
âI know⊠Fuck, I knowâŠâ
He pressed the pads of his fingers against his asshole, lips parting with a gasp as he pushed in to the knuckle. His cock pulsed, his abdomen twinging and forcing his fist off of his cock in fear of cumming too quickly. His knees dug into the cushion of the couch, spreading his thighs wider and forcing his back lower as he began to finger himself slowly, cock hanging heavy between his legs.
You were sitting up now, hunched over as you ran your thumb over your tip and pushed the pre down your length. You felt so needy, imagining it was his hips straddling you as you heard Ben whine on the other end, your heart thumping.Â
âI need to be inside you⊠Wanna feel youâŠâ You gasped out, face heating up when you heard the elf hum a long moan into your ear.Â
âFuck me⊠Fuck me, pleaseâŠâ
It was so arousing how Benâs personality could switch on a dime, telling you what to do one minute but begging you to do things to him the next. You could never get enough.
You held the phone between your ear and shoulder as you leaned back again, one hand gripped firm at the base of your cock while the other quickly jerked the rest. You let your moans carry, loud, desperate noises at every thrust you imagined was into the tight warmth of him.
âQuiet, now- Hah- Donât wake anyone upâŠâ You were well aware of how loud the elf could get.
Ben refused to touch his cock, hand fisting into the fabric of the couch as he listened to you. He was two fingers deep into his ass now, curling the digits to push against that lovely spot deep inside that you were so good at reaching. He wished it was you, whined and gasped at the desperate thought of your cock replacing his fingers. He was getting close, the pit in his stomach growing heavy even without a hand on his length.
Ben slipped his bottom lip between his teeth, whining into the cushion of the couch as he strained. Every inch of his body ached for your length, his dominance flickering as he felt his cock twitch underneath.
âWanna cum⊠Ben⊠Lemme, pleaseâŠâ
Your teeth grit as your hands squeeze tighter, the throbbing sensation in your gut hanging so close to the edge. Ben pushed his feet into the cushions, his arm straining to push his fingers deeper as you both gasped and moaned to each other, beckoning the otherâs orgasm closer.
âInside⊠Cum inside me, loveâŠâ
It didnât take another fist of your length before you felt your gut tighten, hot flashes across your skin pulsing into your cock as thick stripes of cum leaked out onto your fist still stroking away. Ben heard your long moan, the one he knew from the times you buried your face into his neck and rode him out.
He pushed his fingers all the way to the base, stuffing himself the best he could as he let his hand snap back onto his length and quickly stroke himself. He bit into the couch cushion as thick globs of cum shot from his tip, straining against the fabric as his hole swallowed his fingers and pulsed around them.
You were both gasping and writhing as you tugged out the last of your orgasm, bodies falling limp the moment exhaustion gripped you both.
Quiet pants and sighs followed, you both gathering yourselves before you finally breathed.
âIâm coming backâŠâ
Ben blinked for a moment, letting his fingers slip out as he sat up, pulling the phone to his ear.
âNo, Iâll be alrightâŠâ
But it was already too late, you zipped your jeans back up and slid up to the driverâs seat. Shuffling through your console, you wiped your hands with a napkin and promptly started the old truck.
Ben heard it on the other end, a quiet smile as his heart fluttered.
âIâll be home in an hour.â
It was a three-hour drive, but youâd be damned if you were going to let another moment pass without him next to you.
You peeled out of the cul-de-sac, final decisions made.
Slender was just going to have to find someone else to be his errand boy.
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Summary: Loki steps in when a man subjects you to his tasteless opinion on your outfit
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 955 (issa blurb)
Warnings: creepy men being creepy; the tiniest dose of violence (let me know if I missed anything!)
Things to be aware of: a bit of mutual pining
"I haven't the slightest idea why we have even been tasked with this," Loki muttered, walking alongside you holding a paper with a list of errands for the two of you to run this weekend. Every other week, two names from the team were picked from a hat, and this week, your names popped up.
"Well Pepper said something about it helping the team seem more approachable, 'human', if the public sees us doing 'normal people' things. So getting groceries, getting the cars cleaned and gassed up, picking up pizzaâŠlittle things."
He grumbled even worse; if he wasn't such a stickler for his princely stature, he'd probably be slouching and dragging his feet right about now. "I suppose it could be worse," he said softly. "I could have been partnered with less tolerable company."
"Why Mischief, are you saying you like having me around?" you quipped, playfully batting your eyes at the god. "High praise coming from you."
"Do not make me regret saying that, little mortal." He rolled his eyes at you, failing to hold back the twitching of the corner of his mouth and hide the amusement. As he often did when he was around you.
"Well if it makes you feel any better, I like having you around, too."
Your words took him aback. "Truly?"
"Of course." You pointed at the next item on your list, before motioning toward the top shelf. "You're the most tolerable tall person I could've been partnered with. Last time I got partnered with your brother I had to push around two carts on my own."
You had to look away while he reached up for the carton of pickle jars, resisting against every urge to ogle at the way his midnight black jeans stretched over his inhumanly perfectly shaped ass. "Well for what it's worth, darling, I would never let you do any of this on your own--"
"We-he-heeeelll, Agent Y/L/N," a voice drawled out, coming from a man who was no less than two decades your senior, eyes filled with such prurient thoughts that he didn't even bother to hide as he leered at you. The way he said your name, along with the way he looked at you, felt like you were being blanketed in slime.
Made you want nothing more than to kick his ass. Or even rack up a debt to the god you were partnered with and ask for his help.
"Don't you look mighty fine today, in that cute little skirtâŠ" The unwelcome lecherous admirer was reaching his hand out toward you, letting out a yowl of pain when Loki stormed over, grabbed the man's wrist in his significantly larger hand, and squeezed.
"I think not," he said through gritted teeth. "You're undeserving to be sharing the same breath as her and you believe yourself entitled to a touch?"
"What? I was just paying her a compliment!" the man whined. "It's a free country, you fucking alien. What? I can't tell a woman she's pretty anymore? Is that what--"
"You know damn well you were doing more than that. You were putting her in a situation to give a clear message, that despite her stature and place in society, because you have deemed it so, she is still subject to your lecherous thoughts. You were going to touch her without her consent because you wished for her to know that you can, and whatever happens in the aftermath will not nullify how she was already subjected to being groped by your grimy unworthy hands." The god squeezed a touch tighter, a near sadistic smile stretched across his face when he began to hear bones creaking and threatening to crack.
"Fucking psycho you're breaking my hand!"
"Oh I haven't even begun to get psychotic," Loki spat out, squeezing just a touch harder and hearing the first fracture finally give in. He begun to speak lower, and you were too far away to decipher what he said next. "You know not the lengths I would go for her, you impotent, tiny, inconsequential insectile excuse for a man. Anyone who sullies her mood will have me to answer to, am I being clear?"
Another squeeze. More fractures. And the once supercilious man was reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading for mercy. "P-Please I'm sorry, just let me go I won't do it again."
"See to it that you don't." The god's eyes glowed a vibrant green for a moment, casting an enchantment that would replicate the sensation of his hand fracturing whenever he would so much as feel the urge to touch another unfortunate unwitting woman moving forward. When he was certain that the spell had taken, he released the lech's hand with a derisive sneer, not even bothering to watch him scamper away, choosing instead to turn and cross the few steps back to you.
"You know I could've kicked his ass no problem."
"I have no doubts, little mortal, but that would also mean you would have given him the satisfaction of touching him." He broke out into a smile when you scrunched up your face at his response, fighting against the urge to reach for your hand. Or tuck that stray lock of hair behind your ear.
Or kiss you.
"Thank you," you said softly as you both started walking toward the register. "The guys back at the Compound got it so wrong about you. You're not so bad." Loki's heart stumbled at your words, only to start pounding in his chest as you continued. "I'm starting to wonder if you're bad at all."
For the first time in ages, the god found himself unable to form words, a warmth blooming in both his gut and his chest. "Anytime, darling."
A/N: Made this for @glitchquake because we should be allowed to wear cute workout clothes without worry about creepy fckers that 100% deserve stabbies when they try to bust out their creep factor đ€
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only you
note: him. that is all.
pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x gn!reader
wc: 1.8k
summary: you and soap get to talking about your love life. gaz gets jealous.
warnings: little bit of miscommunication, jealousy, you and gaz make out, the mildest of spice
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sleepless nights were not a rarity for you. it comes with the territory in this line of work, unfortunately, something you and your fellow sergeants have in common. it also wasn't out of place for the three of you to find each other in the rec room well into the early hours of the morning, which is exactly where you'd ended up tonight.
perhaps it was the result of the insomnia that had kept you up far later than your mind could handle, but you'd foolishly divulged that you hadn't been on an actual date in a depressingly long time â soap seemed to find that far more amusing than you would've liked, and quickly took it upon himself to demonstrate his unique ability to make you wish you'd kept your mouth shut.
"c'mon, you cannae be serious," soap wears a shit-eating grin as he leans forward in the armchair, leaning his elbows on his knees as you roll your eyes. gaz stays quiet beside you, which you're silently grateful for, but you do feel his eyes on the side of your head.
"i just don't have the time for it," you sigh, resting your elbow on the arm of the sofa and dropping your hand into your palm.
it's true, your job didn't allow room for much of a social life, what with being sent all over the world for months at a timeâ really, it was a miracle you did anything except work.
that wasn't the main reason, he was sitting on your other side, but you'd be damned before you revealed that to soap, of all people.
"well, if you can't get any, then there's nae hope for the rest of us." soap chuckles, reaching over and playfully nudging your arm.
you let out a groan, shoving his hand away and dragging your own down your face. "shut up, soap, that's not how it isâŠ"
he laughs again at your reaction, still showing no signs of relenting. "maybe i'll have to take you out, then."
"on what? a pipe-bomb masterclass?" you scoff, the grin on your lips betraying your attempt at looking unimpressed. both of them laugh at that, soap raising his hands in a gesture that says 'so what?'.
"dinnae try'n tell me that wouldn't be an excitin' date." he reasons, tilting his head and quirking his brow at you. you narrow your eyes, humming in faux-consideration and playfully tapping a finger on your chin.
"for a pyromaniac, maybeâŠ" gaz grumbles from beside you. the sofa moves under you as he shifts his weight around, and if you weren't so tired you would've noticed the way his voice trailed off in such an uncharacteristic manner.
"maybe," you laugh, shaking your head at the very idea of it, and the fact that soap definitely would if he could convince someone to go along with it. "that's if i don't wind up dead by the end of it."
"i wouldn't let anythin' happen to ya, bonnie, cross my heart." he grins, making an x over his chest with one finger.
"but you'd still make a homemade bomb right in front of me?" you lift an eyebrow at his teasing expression.
"my two favourite things; a good explosive and a good view,"
"oh god, shut the fuck up." you groan, reaching to swat the back of his head as you stand up. "that's enough for tonight, i need sleep."
"think i'll call it a night too." gaz mumbles half-heartedly from his spot beside you, quickly standing and making his way to the door without another word. you frown, confused by his sudden coldness, waving to soap and calling a quiet 'goodnight' before you step out into the hallway after him.
"night, bonnie, i'll pick you up at eight!" soap calls, loud enough for you to hear in the corridor, earning a soft chuckle and another shake of your head as you catch up to gaz.
he doesnât even spare you a glance as you trail behind him, marching ahead with a tension in his shoulders that hadnât been there before. his abrupt switch in attitude concerned you; he was fine not even five minutes ago, what couldâve happened to change that?Â
"you okay, gaz?" you ask with a hesitance that feels strange directed at him, someone youâre usually so confident around. for a moment there's no response, but he does slow down slightly, taking a right into a corner of the building with the lights shut off. you follow still, growing more concerned with every second that passes.
youâre about to ask again, but a few paces into the shadows gaz turns sharply on his heel, catching you off guard with how suddenly he stops walking and causing you to bump into his chest.Â
"gaz�" you utter, your quiet voice a ripple in the stillness of the empty corridor. he meets your eye as you look quizzically back at him, a conflicted expression taking over his features.
you open your mouth to say something more, but before you can get the words out he's laying a hand on your shoulder and gently pushing you against the wall. the hand on you shifts to rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder, while he leans the other on the wall with his hand next to your head.
your breath catches in your throat, and your previous exhaustion is completely forgotten. the way he's looking at you, staring straight through you with that deep brown gaze and right into your soul, it's like a spell has fallen over you.
kyle leans even closer, caging you in with his broad shoulders and blocking out the world around him, so he's the only thing you can focus onâ as if you could possibly think about anything else when he's touching you so tenderly.
"don't go out with himâŠ" he utters, his eyes flickering back and forth as they search yours. the pause between you hangs heavy in the air. when your questioning expression doesn't change, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and drops his gaze, letting his eyes fall shut as he continues. "don't fuckin' go out with him, pleaseâŠ"
"whâŠ" you stutter, trailing off as you wonder inwardly what the hell he's talking about; and then it hits you.
there's another pause, and you swallow thickly at the realisation that he was talking about your earlier conversation with soap; that he was reacting like this because he thought you would actually take johnny seriously. "kyle⊠he was joking."
"i'm not." he mutters in response, shifting closer again by resting his forearm against the wall instead of his hand. he's looking at you again, with heavy eyes that keep you entranced by him. you can't help the uneven breath that escapes you under his intense gaze and the way his thumb begins to stroke your jaw. "let me take you out, i'll give you anything you want if you'll have me, love."
it's hard to concentrate on anything other than the sparks his touch creates as he caresses your skin. you're sure he can feel the way your pulse is racing under his fingertips. there's no one but him in this moment, the minimal distance between you still somehow feeling too great as you subconsciously lean your face closer to his.
the silence and your heartbeat are so loud in your ears, you almost donât hear his next words.
"can i kiss you?" he asks, little more than a whisper, tilting his head so his lips ghost over yours. you breath another shuddering sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed as you nod almost imperceptibly.
"please."
time seems to slow as the word hangs in the air, the warmth radiating from him seeps into your skin as he closes the final distance and presses his lips against yours.
the hand on your neck travels up to your face, cradling your cheek with a touch so soft, almost disbelieving, like he expected you to disappear at any moment.
"i'm yours, love," he mumbles against you, never straying too far from your lips as he caresses your cheek, "i'm all yoursâŠ"
you loop your arms around his neck, knocking his hat loose in the process, but neither of you pay it any mind as it lands on the floor at your feet â too lost in yourselves to care. in the brief moment you part for air, a breathy whisper of his name escapes you, and as if a switch has flipped, his mouth is back against yours with a fervour that you struggle to keep up with.
he's running his hand up and down the length of your waist, your hip, hiking your leg up and around his side, dragging his touch over your thigh, like he can't get enough of you. it's intoxicating, the way you pant into each other, flush against one another yet still itching to get closer.
your lungs burn as he pulls away again, just enough to whisper, his voice low and needy, "godâ the things you do to me, sweetheart,"
his touch is reverent as he takes you in; your touch, your skin, your taste, the sounds he pulls from you as he kneads the flesh of your waist under your shirt. it sends your head spinning, the blood rushing in your ears stopping you from thinking about anything other than the feel of his lips on yours.
you trail one of your hands down his body, over his chest and down to the hem of his shirt, where you slip your fingers under to rest against his toned stomach. his skin is hot under your hand, drawing another groan of your name from him, and he slowly moves his hands up your own abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his fingersâ
"awh, c'mon!"
the sound of soap's voice startles you into knocking your head against the wall behind you, both yours and kyle's hands darting back from their less than appropriate positions.
you look over to the scott, a sheepish grin on your face at his disapproving face. kyle buries his face into your shoulder, a groan of both embarrassment and annoyance escaping his chest. you resist the urge to laugh, instead running your hands up and down his back in an attempt to comfort him.
"fucks sake, soapâŠ" kyle grumbles, wrapping his arms back around your waist. he doesn't look up at your friend, opting to keep his undoubtedly embarrassed expression hidden by your neck.
"think i'll have to cancel that date after all." you cant keep the amusement off your face when you speak, earning a dramatic eye roll from soap.
"too right, ye animalsâŠ" he mutters, shaking his head in exasperation as he disappears around the corner again. neither of you move as you listen to his footsteps retreating down the corridor, staying frozen in place until it's quiet once more.
only once you're sure johnny's gone does the laugh you've been stifling bubble up from your chest, escaping into the otherwise quiet night as kyle finally lifts his head to meet your gaze.
he eyes the bashful smile pulling at your lips and lets out a laugh of his own, pressing his forehead back to yours and letting his eyes fall closed again.
killing soap could wait until tomorrow; right now, it was just you and him, and that's how you want to keep it.
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