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#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow#tlt#the locked tomb#tlt fanart#goth#blood#mothpunk draws#digital art#csp#comm#first full & real drawing in so so long#tysm for commissioning me natalie#U^ïœȘ^U
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I love all your Ganondorf posts, they always get me to snort and cackle fr. I wanted to ask, when was the point where you were like "yes, this is the guy I am going to rotate in my head like a slow roast"?
thank u!!!! well the first time was when i was a child and i beat TP for the first time and watched him die while still standing up. which at the time was the coolest thing i had ever seen in my entire life and altered my brain chemistry permanently. and then recently i just got hit with a real full blown hyperfixation after getting back into the games several months ago, since i lost interest for a few years after SS. but yeah he has plagued me at a foundational level since i was a child if weâre being completely honest
#ask#i actually genuinely tried to avoid having a full blown hyperfixation on him for a long time because i knew that it would be apocalyptic#but TP was not only my first zelda game but also one of the first ârealâ games i ever got to have my own file in and beat#so its. important to me. i donât draw stuff for it that much but itâs like The Thing That Put Ganondorf Into My Head#he has been slow roasting in here for a very very long time!
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feeling shrimp emotions about cbee again. sorry it will happen again
#postcanon ranboo revival is real to me. thinking a normal amount of thoughts about them when everything is over and the dust settles#full believer that they get like. married married after ranboo is revived because goddammit they never got a wedding the first time#and maybe ranboo's ghost was a little too haunting because tubbo can never quite forget it the bloodstained wedding dress the ruined veil#the way their hair hung in front of their eyes#down in the way that ranboo always hated with he was alive because of how it touched her neck#about those empty empty eyes about something in the shape of someone you loved more than anything that doesn't understand. OK#really normal about replacing something that haunted you for so long with something happier. with something joyous#michael gets to be ring bearer. tommy is the flower girl AND the best man because he's just cool like that#ranboo's bouquet is pink tulips. jasmine flowers are braided into their hair. Does Anyone Hear Me. Does Anyone Fucking Hear Me#hm. i need to draw this will i probably not. but i want to. GOD i want to#they have the first set of rings on their horns but i think they order a second set for their actual hands#tommy spends at least five minutes laughing when he sees how much bigger ranboo's ring is in comparison#look. to me tubbo is maybe 5'4 if we're being nice about ranboo has AT LEAST a full foot on him if we're being generous#he never had a chance
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Girl, I Do This Often
Synopsis. How does he cope with a sĂ©x ban? He doesnât.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, rough sĂ©x, unprotected, stuff with pantĂes, gaggĂng, brĂ©eding, Nanami is a bit mean, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, really desperate boys, light smackĂng (Nanami), bondagĂ© + vĂbrators (Geto), swearing.
Word count. 5.2k
A/N. Guess what, ya girl just turned 19 yippeeeee.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 days
On the first day, Tojiâs more amused than anything.
A sex ban? With him? Ridiculous, he predicted a full 24 hours before you come crawling back, just begging to be split-apart on his cock. And he tells you so, too - a little over five times as he kisses your pouty lips, muttering a smug, âYouâll be eating your words soon enough, doll.â
By the third day, heâs beginning to think that okay, maybe you were serious about the ban after all. How cute - real cute.Â
Heâs left to do nothing but complain pathetically on the phone to a very reluctant Shiu. Who doesnât have much to say other than cut off Tojiâs ramblings about ânot having your pretty pussy all dayâ to groan, âShut the fuck up and beg for her forgiveness. Iâm hanging up.â
Toji can only scoff at the thought. Beg for forgiveness? Him? Toji Fushiguro never begs, he never-
That was until the fourth day.Â
With you - bent over the kitchen counter in his t-shirt - and nothing but his t-shirt.
âPlease, pretty.â Toji drags his lips down your neck, just loving the way your traitorous hips are grinding back into his. âSaid mâsorry, right? Donât ya miss this?â
And you can only look behind your shoulder at the big arms around your waist, muscled thighs pressed up against yours. Angling your head just right to catch the way his hands snake down to your squirming hips to help you draw slow little circles against the rock-hard erection straining against his pants.
So close. So big.
Big enough that youâre almost thinking of throwing this sec ban out of the window altogether - almost.
But that little smirk of Tojiâs is infuriating enough that youâre gasping out a breathless little, âI-Iâm still mad at you, yâknow? You never let me-â The words die in your throat as Toji pulls his pants down just enough for his aching cock to spring free. So angry and painfully hard, leaking hot precum all over your thighs.Â
âNo no no- hah. Keep talking.â he grits out, breath hot against your ear. Hips pushing and pulling. âPlease- keep talking.â
And fuck you didnât know what was harder - trying to find your voice, or ripping your eyes away from Tojiâs cock long enough that you could.Â
âB-because you-â you choke out, watching the way he takes his massive cock in his hands. Staring to pump so slow - so lazy - no rhythm or reason other than getting off so filthily to the sound of your voice. âYou never let me take-â He wraps your smaller hands around his dick, so hot and heavy in your palms. â-charge.â
âF-fuck-â Toji lets out a low hiss, head thrown back as you thumb teasingly under his sensitive slit, trying to fuck something delicious out. âYer killinâ me doll. Killing me.â Whether from your words or from the way youâre sliding him so lewdly between your puffy folds, you didnât know.Â
And Toji didnât either. Hell, he doesnât even seem to be breathing as he shifts his toned hips so familiarly. Head filled with only you and your heavenly cunt and you.Â
âToji-â you mewl. âNeed you so bad.â
If he was any lesser man, Toji wouldâve just bullied himself into your dripping cunt already, fucked you into the counter until there was nothing about any sex ban in your pretty lilâ mind. Instead, heâs panting out an absolutely wrecked, âPlease. Then take all the charge you want, pretty.â Â Fat head lining up with your sloppy hole. âNext time.â
And oh has it really been that long?
Because Tojiâs just barely pushing into your plushy walls, and he already feels like he could cum right then and there. The stretch too sinful. Your walls too tight. So cute how youâre already mumbling his name so deliriously.Â
âAwww,â he coos, watching awe-struck at the way you flatten your hands on the counter, fucking yourself back into him in short, shallow little grinds. âThe s-sex ban was for ah- nothing, huh?â
Youâre pulling him impossibly closer by the hair, catching his lips in such a searing kiss. Drinking in Tojiâs guttural grunt as you bite down on his lower lip, âAre ya gonna sh-shut up nâ fuck me or do I need ngh- another sex ban?â
âNo, maâam.â he grins, kissing back so mockingly soft. And you know heâs making fun of you with the way heâs twitching so wildly inside your pussy. Veins dragging against all the right spots as he reels his hips back, back, back - only to slam his cock fully inside. âGuess youâre the one mm- in charge right now, huh?â
Over and over again. Fucking you exactly the way heâs wanted these past four days - and then some.Â
Hitting your cervix - but it feels like your fucking lungs. Heavy balls smacking against your ass, so hard that heâs sure itâll leave some obscene marks for him to point out next time. One hand around your throat, the other keeping your slutty, trembling hips in place while youâre torn between running away and bucking back for more more more-
âRight here.â
Itâs all you can do to whirl your head around, eyes glassy and unfocused, whining a broken, âWh-what?âÂ
âRightâŠâ Trailing down, featherlight, right where he knew he was wrecking your insides. âHere. Sâwhere I belong.â Pressing hard. âNâ mâgonna make sure you donât forget it.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 1 week
A week. One week of being patient with your silly idea to âspice things upâ. One week of pretending like he wasnât excusing himself during important meetings to have his cock in his hands - thinking of nothing but you and that sinful little dress you had on today.
One week was all it took for Nanami to have a bad day at work. And you could tell when he did.Â
By the way that front door slammed, unfamiliarly harsh footsteps sounding against the hardwood floors. And all it takes is one look at you laid out so prettily on the couch and Nanamiâs mouth drops into a soft oh!Â
One hand immediately loosening his tie, the other snaking down to his belt. Ashen, tense, - and you have half the mind to wonder whether heâs even breathing.Â
Not even looking at you as he mutters a low, âPanties off. Spread those legs.â
That was a few hours ago.Â
Before you knew it, your husband had you splayed out like such a slut for him on the couch - too starved to even think about making it to the bed. Legs on his sculpted shoulders, panties in tatters on the floor because you were taking too fucking long. Cock so angry and sensitive as he bullies into your snug cunt, stuffing you full of his cum.
Again. And again and again like he wanted to fuck any and every thought of that stupid sex ban out of your delirious mind.Â
âK-Kento- what-â he pulls you into a bruising kiss. Just a sloppy clash of teeth and spit and hands everywhere. âYouâre ngh- different.â
At this, Nanami has the audacity to laugh - laugh. Hips snapping impossibly deeper, âYeah? Nâ whoâs fault is hah- that? Whoâs fault is it th-that we ended hngh- up like-â Pushing your knees all the way up to your tits, groaning at the mess of cum and slick pooling beneath you. â-this?â
Cock just ramming into you, prominent veins nudging against your gummy walls so agonizingly. The couch creaking in protest as he uses your pretty lilâ cunt exactly the way heâs been fantasizing this past week.
And when all you can do is let out delirious little moans in response, Nanami raises his hand up, up, up. Coming down on your ass, hard.Â
Smack!
âDidnât you know weâd end up here?â
Oh the words hit you harder than that large palm-print stinging your ass. Tight pussy clenching and trying to milk the fucking soul out of him as you sob, âI- I didnât-â Smack! Youâre jolting at the impact, hips bucking wildly as you gasp, â-I did! Wanted this so bad, Kento. I did I did-â
And yeah, Nanami knew that. He knew youâd pulled this little âsex banâ stunt to make him break - to have him fuck you like the slut you are. But hearing the words from your pretty mouth had his balls squeezing so painfully.Â
âKnew it.â he manages to grit out. âKnew you were such a slut, my love.â Words strained with each harsh thrust, âNâ as my slut, y-you can ngh- take one more, right?â You keen at how soft his tone was, like he was whispering sweet little nothings to you instead of promises to absolutely break you. Fingers trailing down to draw lewd patterns on your throbbing clit, âRight?â
And as if to prove you could, heâs squeezing his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. Faster. Unforgiving. Fat, leaking tip hitting all those sweet spots heâs mapped out, in time with his abuse on your clit.
âDidnât hah- have to lock myself in my office for nothing, right?â Pulling your trembling hips flush against his toned ones, âHave to get by with j-just a pretty picture this week for nothing?â Hips out of control now. Bruising. Almost painful with the stretch and the sheer pressure of being so full. âSâall for this, right?â
Smack!Â
âOh God, Kento- Fuck fuck fuck fuck.â
âYeah? Feels good?â he nips at your lower lip, âGood enough to fuck- take another one?â
You were sure if he came once more then it might just be the death of you.
Youâre not even lucid enough to realize what reaction youâre giving him - all you know is that it isnât good enough for Nanami.Â
Because he lets out a tut, hand dancing across your stomach to where he knew he was absolutely making a mess of you inside.Â
âFine.â And something about the way he says it makes your heart stop, already knowing that it didnât bode well for you or your poor cunt. âGuess I hafta ngh- help you.â Sure enough, Nanami wastes no time before pushing down on your abdomen.Â
The both of you watch - awe-struck and speechless - as your overfilled pussy gushes all around him.Â
And shit neither of you can even begin to think of what a bitch itâll be to clean out this couch later on. Too caught up in the way youâre soaking Nanamiâs merciless cock in that sinful mix of cum and slick. Thick, and hot, drooling down the side of your puffy folds.Â
âSee? Enough space, no?â
You raise your eyes, teary and hazy with lust, up to meet Nanamiâs darkened ones and oh-
You werenât going to make it out alive.Â
Especially not when he leans down, whispering so raggedly in your ear, âNow I get to give ya another weekâs worth more, right?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 9 days
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
You didnât know how it ended up this way. How that stupid bet about whoâd be the needier one made Geto the one with the sex ban.Â
How he had you tied across from him so prettily on the bed, a bullet vibrator stuffed up your dripping cunt, unable to do anything but whine and watch as he spreads his bare, muscled thighs.
Tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching those panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. So angry and leaking all over his fist as one hand slides up, up, up. The other, fiddling with that tiny metal remote.Â
âYouâre drooling, gorgeous. So desperate, huh?â
You know you arenât - but you canât help the way your face burns at your boyfriendâs low chuckle. Thighs squeezing together at the heavenly sight before you. âN-no fair, Sugu.â you whine. âI want to-â
Intensity setting 2.
But whatever words get stuck in your throat as Geto draws harsh, quick little circles on the intensity setting, smirking at the way youâre so wrecked already.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
âI-I want to-â he mocks your pathetic little whines, acting for all the life of him that they didnât make his dick twitch so wildly in his hands. âMy poor baby. Sânot nice, right?â And if you were embarrassed before then it was absolutely nothing in comparison to when Geto knits his brows in mock concern, eyes locked on yours. Hand still moving down his cock, âBut isnât this what you wanted? With the sex ban? Isnât this-â Hips bucking up to show off how sloppily heâs fucking his fist - and your panties along with it, â-what you were asking for?â
âNo.â youâre tugging at the ties at your wrist, âI wantedâŠâ
Intensity setting 3.Â
But oh itâs like Geto was well and fully intent on leaving you speechless - and succeeding at it too.Â
Because he immediately brings up your panties - flimsy and just so soaked - up to his face, breathing in so filthily. And as if he couldnât help himself - as if he didnât want to help himself - the remote falls out of Getoâs hand, âaccidentallyâ locked on the highest setting, first wrapping around his cock to make a mess of himself.Â
âF-fuck-â he cracks one eye open, balls squeezing so painfully at the way you were almost in tears trying to get some semblance of friction. âHeh, looks like Iâm winning the bet.â
You scoff, but it comes out so pathetically like a whine. âYouâre a cheater, Iâd have w-won this bet otherwise.â
Ah, how Geto loved your smart mouth - though, he probably loved it even more when youâre fucked dumb. But, right now, bet at the forefront of his mind, the next best thing he could do is shove those sinful panties into your mouth.Â
Hand flying up and down his cock faster and faster as you choke like such a slut on it. Greedily eyeing the way your lip wobbles, big fat tears welling up in your eyes, cunt all glistening and quivering as Geto blindly reaches behind to grab ahold of that remote again.Â
Intensity setting 4.Â
âAnd youâre too cute.â he drops his head, breath ghosting your lips. âSo if you ask me nicely I might just-â Thumb playing around with the intensity, pressing down, hard. As if it would translate to your needy cunt, â-give you my cock, gorgeous.â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
Itâs all you can do to keen as his fingers get faster on the remote, other hand getting so sloppy on his painfully hard cock. Matching that sinful little ah! ah! ah! leaving your swollen lips. Sinful - and stubborn, still refusing to say those words that you knew Geto wanted to hear so badly.Â
âAwww, still not giving up?â At your delirious little headshake, âThen how about this?âÂ
Intensity setting 5.Â
And shit it makes you arch off the bed entirely. It makes you let out a strangled yelp of, âOh- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Sugu, mâgonna-â It makes you cum.
âThaâs it.â Geto canât help but let go of his aching cock to draw rough, messy little circles on your clit. Grinning at the way youâre so pretty when you cum untouched - all for him. Over and over and- He reaches over to catch your lips with his, tongue dancing with yours, around your soaked panties.Â
So filthy and dizzying that he almost forgets about that bet - almost. Because youâre murmuring something so incoherent into his lips.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
God, doesnât matter who wins next time - he needs to fucking do this again.
âWhatâs that?â he leans in tauntingly, pulling the fabric out of your mouth, finger still running circles around the intensity. Absolutely addicted to the way youâre twitching and whining at the aftershocks of your orgasm, âMâsorry, gorgeous, this vibrator is too loud. Speak up fâme, hm?â
âP-please fuck me, Sugu.â
âThought youâd never ask.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 21 hours
If Choso had it his way, then youâd both still be at home and heâd be balls-deep inside your sloppy pussy - fucking you over and over into the mattress until the neighbours file another noise complaint.Â
But, alas, Jin Itadori was sure to hire a hitman - or worse, Sukuna - on him if he missed another family dinner. Which is how it ended up with you, sat so prettily across the table from him, watching through his long lashes at the way that red dress hugged you so sinfully.Â
So right, in a way that made Choso almost jealous. So irresistibly, in a way that had Sukuna looking over a few too many times and-
Chosoâs chair almost hits the floor with how fast he stands.
Fuck it.
âSh-shit, Choso I-âÂ
âKeep ah- that dress up, baby. Unless ya wanna get it d-dirty.â heâs panting into your open mouth, tongue so hotly toying with yours as he gives you another harsh thrust. âThough, I donât ngh- mind.â
And he was telling the truth, too. Choso was in no way gentle with the way he had you sat on the bathroom counter, flimsy dress bunched up at your hips. Strong arms spreading your legs so shamefully while he bullied his cock into you with reckless abandon.
Over and over and-
âCho!â you yelp, as he hits that one spot so expertly. Flashing you a fucked-out grin as how youâre scrambling to cover your mouth. âTh-theyâll hear.â
âSo?â
And itâs all you can do to stop your jaw from falling slack once more - both in disbelief and at the way heâs fucking you so mean. So desperately like he hasnât in months - years, even. Just unfocused, sloppy movements to milk his cock on your snug cunt.
âI donât mind hah- that either.â Hand dipping underneath your soaked panties - just lazily pulled to the side - to roll your swollen clit between two fingers. âW-what I do mind is my oh- fuck girl holdinâ out on me and wearing that fucking dress on the s-same day.â
Oh you knew you were pushing the limits of your sex ban by wearing his favorite dress, that it would drive him absolutely wild. You just didnât know it would be this easy.
âBut you promised.â youâre letting out such broken little whines, muffled through your fingers, ones that go straight to Chosoâs achingly hard cock. âYou hngh- promised we wouldnât at your familyâsâŠâ
The only response you get is Choso rolling his hips deeper into yours, so bruising in a way you knew would make you feel so guilty even when all the marks are covered up. Leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck in time with the way he alternates between hitting your poor, abused cervix and that one spot.Â
Gasping out a ragged, âI know- I know I know fuck- Hah- I know.â Words strained - like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each thrust. And needed you to be the same. âBut shit, baby. Do you know how p-pretty you look right now? Hngh- how fuckable?â
âY-youâre so fuckinâ dirty.â you mewl, as if you were any better. As if your gummy walls werenât sucking the fuckin soul out of Choso right now. âShouldâve made the ngh- sex ban even long-â
He bites down at the soft crook of your neck, growling out a little, âDonât even joke about that.âÂ
And if Choso expected a response, then he didnât act that way.Â
Hips just erratic against yours, fingers even worse. Not even moving in circles anymore, just messy, sloppy patterns to-
No.Â
You gasp at the realization, the deft movements of Chosoâs fingers, and it just makes you all the more fucked-out underneath him. Scrambling to grab at the counter - Chosoâs hair - his shoulders - just anything and everything to stop yourself from alerting the entire household to what you two were up to. Letting him fuck you like his favorite sextoy, fingers so so messy and spelling out a relentless little C-H-O-S-O-C-H-O-S-
And then youâre cumming and cumming so hard that it almost hurts. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your eyes. Chosoâs massive cock fucking any and every thought of the dinner just downstairs out of your mind.Â
âF-fuck fuck fuck- ngh- weâre never coming back here for dinner again.â
And itâs all you can do to drag your nails down his broad back, leaving deep red marks that make his balls squeeze so painfully.Â
It makes him throw his head back, gasping out your name so loud. It makes him pull your hips so bruisingly against his.Â
It makes him cum, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. So messy with the way itâs too much to bear, dribbling down your swollen folds, forming a lewd little pool below you. And Choso doesnât give a fuck - doesnât care if he leaves marks that everyone will see. Or if that slutty dress of yours has a suspicious little damp patch as he swiftly pulls out to snap your panties back in place.Â
Whispering lowly against your lips, âK-keep it in till we leave, hm?â
âCho-â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
âThe fuck? You brats fall in or something?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2 days
The great Ryomen Sukuna has always been terrifying - but never before has he been this ruthless. So utterly savage. Destroying every single curse he comes across in the blink of an eye - friend or foe, big or small.Â
Why? All because he hasnât been able to fuck your pretty lilâ cunt in two days. Which, in his opinion, are two days too long. All because of some stupid little experiment about wanting to see how long it would take to see the king of curses crack.
And when those trembling curses heard about this ah- sex ban through the grapevine, well, they wrote it off as another baseless rumor. Ha, Ryomen Sukuna cracking? Never.Â
âPleaseâŠbrat.â he bites down on your earlobe, further pushing up your expensive robes - ones heâd bought just to get on your good side - to sink his cock deeper inside your heavenly cunt. âThere I said it. Now jusâ a bit more-â
And maybe youâre a mastermind - maybe youâre an idiot. Because youâre digging your heels into the mattress, pushing off ever-so-slightly from his aching hard cock. So thick and angry as it slips out of your sloppy hole.Â
You bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at a pissed off Sukuna, âI didnât like your tone.â Crossing your legs to cover that view he was so fixated on, âEither you beg nâ start all over again or-â
âFine.â he grits out the word, like it physically hurt to. Though, nothing for what falls from his lips next, âPlease.â
âLouder.â
âPlease.â
There you had it. And you canât help but smirk, âWell, I liked that one-â
Nothing more is said - in Sukunaâs eyes, nothing more has to be said. Because heâs got his favorite lilâ human all needy and spread so shamefully in front of him, what more could he want? Sukuna grabs your ankles, pulling you to him like a ragdoll. Wasting no time before heâs splitting you apart on his rock-hard cock.
âYa donât hah- know how many curses I killed these past two days.â he kisses your ankles so softly. âHow many I wanted to kill.â
And God, if you didnât know any better youâd say itâs like he wanted to kill you with the way Sukuna barely even gives you time to adjust. Stuffing you full of his cock, so hot and thumping against your gummy walls in a maddening little bump! bump! bump!Â
Letting out a strangled moan of, âThere you go.â Brows scrunching together, looking wrecked already as he rocks his hips into yours - fast. Hard. hands coming up underneath your ass to arch you deeper into him, âSqueezinâ me so- tight. Heh, almost â
âOh hngh- âKuna!â you moan, eyes snapping down to the way your cunt was taking him up so good. Puffy folds bulging around his massive cock, looking like they were sucking the fucking soul out of Sukuna as his massive cock disappears in and out in and out in and- âSâtoo- much-â
âShut up.â he drops his head, one hand so bruising all over your body - groping your ass, your tits, playing with your throbbing clit. âYa wanted hah- me to talk, right? And I say-â The other, squeezing your cheeks together into a pathetic lilâ pout, âOpen up.â
Itâs so embarrassing the way you canât do anything but let your mouth fall open so sluttily, tongue lolling out just in time to catch the stream of saliva as Sukuna spits once. Twice.Â
So filthy with the way he lets it splatter against the corner of your mouth - on purpose.Â
âWanted the king to beg, huh?â Each word is punctuated by such a harsh thrust, twitching balls stinging against your ass. âWell you got it. H-how does it feel, huh?â
And you couldnât speak up even if you wanted to. Sukunaâs hand too tight around your face, cock too merciless. Slamming his hips down faster and faster as he runs his mouth, like he was taking revenge for the last two days. Again. And again. And again and again-
Grinning at your delirious little gurgles, âHeh, what? Canât talk?âÂ
And as if to prove his point, Sukuna loops two big arms around your waist, falling back on his knees with you sat like such a slut on his cock. Fingers lacing above your head to sink you impossibly deeper and deeper-
âOh my god- K-â Your breath hitches as he fucks up into you so easily. Feeling more and more like some plaything with each ripple of his muscles underneath your legs. So hard you were sure it would leave marks - both confirming and condemning those rumors you knew have been flying around. His balls on your ass, thighs underneath yours, nails dragging lightly down your skin.Â
Resting on your waist, holding your quivering hips still as he grunts, âNow shut up. Mâgonna get my fill of the last two days.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 4 hours
To the great Gojo Satoru, this droning, 4-hour meeting with the elders was a nightmare. To you, it was exactly where you wanted him
It wasnât often that the strongest was tense - jittery, even, like he was about to jump out of his seat at any given moment. But, really, it was almost impossible not to, considering that stern talking-to youâd given him about âno sneaking out during meetings.â Especially when youâre sat across from him looking so beautifully unbothered.
Your smile too pretty, your uniform unbuttoned just enough that it gave him such a heavenly view when you bent over just so. Â
Oh, how Gojo wishes he could just-
And that was when he felt it.Â
That slow, slight touch up his inner thigh - so fleeting and light that he almost thinks heâs imagining it. But, no, Gojo could never mistake any touch from you.Â
It sends his entire skin burning to catch your eye ever-so-briefly from across the table. A tiny smirk gracing those pretty lips as your heel inches up, up, up-
âGojo, do you have anything to comment on the recent increase in curse sightings?â
He stifles a groan underneath one palm, the other snaking under the table just in time to catch your ankle before you can carefully slip away. âI thinkâŠâ he manages to grit out, heady gaze flitting over to yours, â-that is a question my lovely wife and I must discuss first.â
Oh?Â
And then, your back is hitting a plush mattress before you know it - long before the realization hits you that this bastard just fucking teleported the two of you to your bedroom.Â
âT-Toru-â you sputter out, whatever reprimand getting stuck in your throat at how desperate Gojo was acting. Your uniform buttons hitting the floor as he rips open your shirt, hands bunching up your skirt, only having enough patience to just pull aside your soaked panties, rolling your pretty clit between two fingers. Needy. âThe meeting-â
âThe meeting isnât here now, right?âÂ
Words so hoarse it takes you a moment to recognize it as your husbandâs. You were only beginning to wonder just what the fuck youâve gotten yourself into when Gojo tugs down his pants just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free.
And oh then it makes sense. Because Gojo was so hard that it looked painful - so so red, and angry. Soaked in enough precum that it made a damp little patch on his trousers, heavy balls twitching at the mere sound of your voice.
âD-didnât I say no sneaking out this time, Toru?â You buck into his touch, despite your words, eyes locked on the way Gojo stops toying with your clit to pool your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips.
âYou did.â Raising his long, glossy fingers to those pretty pink lips, âBut this is teleporting, not sneaking out, sweetheart.â
Gojoâs like a man possessed as he pops your slick-covered fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sinful taste.Â
Gasping out a wet, âFuck the ban. Canât go without ya. Canât-â One hand sliding his fat tip between your swollen folds, up and down up and down - spreading them apart, just barely dipping into your sloppy entrance. â-canât live without this pretty cunt.â
And then itâs like something snaps - Gojoâs patience, his sanity, the last of his restraint as he sinks his throbbing cock into your plushy walls.Â
Pushing past that first, tight ring of muscle, and at the first feeling of your gummy walls milking his cock, he pants out a strained, âFuck- oh fuck fuck fuck, yer the stuff of dreams, my girl. This cunt- ngh-â Pushing your legs further apart, fingers back on your clit â-wouldâve fucked this cunt right in ah- front of those old toads. But, youâre lucky Iâm a jealous man.â
âOh- oh my god, sâtoo- too- big!â
God, you needed to spread your legs more - as if they werenât being folded apart so easily by a delirious Gojo - maybe breathe, try to relax because Gojo was so big. And so unforgiving.Â
Feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs as he thrusts in quick, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside your snug cunt. Jagged - like he was fighting with some absolutely, depraved, feral part of himself.Â
You can feel the way your hips are torn between pushing away and grinding back down for more more more- And Gojo can, too.
âNo-â he hisses. Brows scrunching in frustration, hips becoming more and more sloppy - frenzied. âNo no no no no- hold on, sweetheart. Need this, need this so bad.â
Going faster.Â
Deeper.Â
You sob, ankles locking around his slutty waist. âB-but Toru-â You make a feeble last attempt at regaining your sanity. Your entire body jolting as Gojo presses so hard on your clit. â-we should ngh- hurry up. W-weâll be late to the meeting-â
But does it really matter? Gojo doesnât think so, not when he finally bottoms out in one, rough thrust. Groaning as his sensitive balls smack your ass.
Your cunt so slutty and tight - sucking him up so good despite your cute lilâ pleas about something stupid like âresponsibilitiesâ.Â
So he really canât help the way he wastes no time before reeling his hips back - all the way till his weeping tip is just kissing your sloppy hole. Before fucking into you completely - rough. Unrestrained. The same way he imagined taking you on that meeting room table. Over and over and-
âNot yet.â he grins against your lips, âWeâre not done discussing the recent increase in curse sightings.â
A/N. Gojoâs came out toooo long I donât even like this man fr (loud incorrect buzzer).
Plagiarism not authorized.
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mmmm ;) simon has got a special eye on single-mom!reader, doesn't he? (18+, lactation kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dark content !!!!)
it's your first day back after maternity leave. you already look different, simon notices this immediately. the way you fill out your cargo pants--fuck, there's no way your arse has ever looked so fat. no way your thighs have ever been so plush--ngghhh...
fuck, you've never been prettier. motherhood suits you. your hair is longer. your eyes are a little brighter. and fuck, your tits look so heavy, can't keep his eyes off of them, can't fucking focus, fuck, fuck, fuck--
you look so cute patching him up. pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you string his lacerated skin back together with a practiced stitch, standing between his spread legs as he sits in a chair in your office. he nicked his shoulder real well in training today, and fuck, is he grateful for johnny's heavy hand because you're standing over him, and he has a front-row seat to the greatest view of his fucking life.
christ, they practically jiggle with every movement you make. you pop the cap off some disinfectant, and the little bounce of your chest makes him chub up immediately, and he doesn't trust the buckle of his belt anymore because you're so fucking hot. and god, it isn't fair, this isn't fair, you must be teasing him--because as he's staring shamelessly at your pretty, perky nipples, he notices the fabric of your shirt beginning to grow damp.
you notice his line of sight after you tie off his wound. you look down, gasping, your hands dropping your supplies to come up and cup your breasts and cover the wetness of your shirt.
"god--dammit," you breathe. you haven't gotten a chance to pump today, it's been so busy in the clinic, and god, they ache.
you're his sergeant. his pretty little soldier. he just wants to help you. he's just helping you, isn't he? that's what this is when he draws his big hands up, shifting your shirt until it nestles below your nursing bra. he's just helping you when he unlatches the strap with ease, drawing down the soft material and baring your tits for him, his eyes bulging when he sees how wet the skin is, how they glisten.
his mouth is so warm. it's the perfect relief after such a long day. his tongue is soft and careful, swirling in heated circles as he soothes the ache in the throbbing fat there. you're so wet--soaking your panties, you know you are, your hormones firing wildly as he pulls back, opening his mouth and catching just a dribble of the warm essence that leaks from one breast. finally, finally--fuck, he's so good at this, his mouth latching onto you again as he groans loudly. he's so sick, it's so fucking lewd, but god dammit, it's just what you need, you need this, you need this.
he likes you like this. he likes you fat around the hips and leaking from your tits and spilling sweetness into your panties. he needs to keep you this way. he needs to keep you pretty and aching and starving for the relief that he knows he can give you.
he doesn't care whose kid it is, he wants to keep you this way. he'd let johnny or gaz fuck you stupid after this if it meant plugging you up and making you full and beautiful and round again. he's never wanted kids anyway, he knows he probably shoots blanks, it's why you got pregnant so fast after he shut the door on your relationship and refused to open it again, isn't it?
nnghghhgh...
fuck, his pants are already shoved low, just enough that he can pull himself out. he's so heavy, balls so full and aching so badly, he's hardly slapping against his stomach. you slip your own trousers off, eager to get back into his lap, practiced pretty girl sinking down onto him and riding him for her life in the dark of her office.
he buries his face into your chest. they're bouncing every time you smack your hips back down against his, and he can't stop the noises he's making as he suckles your tits in his mouth and uses a firm grip on your ass to meet your thrusts with force. fuck, he'd forgotten what a nice cunt you had--he'd forgotten how nice and soft you are, how messy and wet you get, how whenever he fucks you, his entire pelvis is always soaked with the slick of you because you can never stop creaming on his cock.
"so big," you babble, just like you used to, and he grunts as he aims for that little spot inside of you that makes you cry. he wants to see those pretty tears falling down your face, but all it took this time was his tongue sucking on your achy nipples to make you pouty and sobbing.
fuck, you've always been good at taking him, you always were such a good girl, but now he's overwhelmed. your body is so different and yet the same, and he likes it so much more--fuck, there's so much to grab onto now, the smacking of your skin is loud, and you've always been such a wet girl, but now you're positively dripping. he grits his teeth as he looks down finally, watching the way you've wet his trousers, his boxers, your thighs, the goddamn chair. he can't wait to lay you down after this and put his head between your thighs, can't wait to get those tits back in his mouth and make you cry again and again and again and again--
yeah, yeah, yeah--fuck, fuck, fuck--
you collapse after he cums. whimpering, taking two of his fingers and fitting them into your mouth so you have something to suck on, something you always used to do for comfort. he hisses a little as he pulls out just a little, globs of cum dribbling onto the seat before he eases you back down again. you whine, clinging onto him, your eyes shutting as he shoves his cum practically into your stomach.
yeah, fuck--he's gonna make his little sergeants take you nice after this. he needs you to stay like this, needs to keep you fat and pretty and swollen. don't mind the chunky babies you'll have, he'll take care of you, sweetheart, he'll be the daddy that son of a bitch never gave you, yeah?
he grabs the phone nearest to him to check the time as you settle on wobbly legs into the seat next to him. it must be your phone, because there's a picture of a smiling baby as the background. his eyes flicker to yours, and when you catch his gaze, you swallow hard. there's a giant chubby baby you're holding in that picture.
with blond hair and dark eyes (;
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Hidden from sight
Synopsis: In a state of humiliation, you attempt to hide an injury from your master, Sukuna, this, of course, does not go to plan.
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Foolish.
That, you were sure, was what Lord Sukuna would call you when you returned to the estate.
He was a harsh, and strict man. He never liked for you to stray from his presence too long, and more than anything else, he was mean. He said what he wanted, and always meant it.
You had begged the king of curses to allow you a day amongst the townsfolk, a day to explore the gardens outside of Sukunas domain, a day to see and hear and feel the world you so rarely saw.
The king, of course, was not too keen on this. You were not a member of kitchen staff, or a concubine, or a groundskeeper either. Like many people on the compound, you were simply a servant to the king. Yet, your relationship was not one that could be compared to your peers.
Beloved to the king, perhaps being too strong of a word. You were special to him, however. He expected your attendance at his meals or downtime. One might think you were close, but the truth of the matter was:
You hardly knew the king.
And he barely spoke to you either.
You had come to the palace an adult, knowing little of the king's mannerisms. Meeting him on rare occasions proved a thrilling experience. He was unlike any man you had ever met.
One evening, your presence was needed in the bath chamber. You had been told to assist in the cleaning of your king. Nonplussed as you were, you pled your case. An uninformed and inexperienced launderer. You were in no position to touch the king, too dirty yourself to even wish for such a position.
Having been told to never deny the king of anything he demanded, you were certain the response would not be one of pleasure. You escaped that day unscathed, a mere,
"Then depart from my sight"
Uttered from him, eyes closed, hand shooing you away.
But time passed and with the phases of the moon, so too did your relationship with the king alter. Night after night you grew more and more certain the king was calling for you directly. You grew acquainted with the king, with his bloodthirsty antics, with his unforgiving nature, with his intolerance for rebellion.
You served him through it all.
Twas' your job.
A launderer.
A foot servant for your employer.
You were sure, he would not be forgiving if you returned to his estate in such disarray. Only having warned you to be mindful a mere two hours prior, you limped from the ache in the side of your pelvis.
Your feet shook on the uneven ground beneath you. You had only just left the village you so desired to see, basket in hand full of goods to bring to your fellow maids. Evening was falling and the memory of the king's warning flooded your mind.
As you had made the trek back, the sight of a deer in the woods had shocked you. Certain you were looking at a curse, you gasped, lunged for cover, and promptly tripped over a stone lining the path through the woods.
Too eager to protect the contents of your basket your hands had been too occupied to catch your weight. You were certain there were scratched on your knees, but the real pain came from just above your hip, where an ill-placed stone had bludgeoned your flesh.
Dark red sept through your kimono, it had never looked so much like your kings. But he would not be pleased. Of this you were sure.
Foolish.
Too easily frightened.
Weak.
You knew little of Lord Sukuna's vast abilities. One thing you knew for certain was that the king had the ability to feel the souls of those around him. He knew when someone was guilty when someone was excited and fearful. He could sense it as if he was feeling those things himself. For this reason, before drawing too close to the palace gates, you steadied your heart and mind, reaching for peace as to not alert Sukuna of your presence so soon.
You went first to the washhouse, and rid yourself of the filthy clothes. After which, you were at once able to see the depth of your injuries. It had hurt, your way back to the palace, but after seeing them for what they were, you had to fight to keep the spike of panic from rising. How could you hide this? Hide it from him?
You wash your kimono of the coppery smell, disposing of it behind a pile of extra wash bins. You occupy your hands by dabbing at the open wound, wrapping yourself in a linen cloth, and dressing in one of the extra cleaning uniforms.
You were so caught up in walking in a straight line back to the estate, you almost forgot your gifts and whine out at the thought of making the trip back to the wash house. But you steel yourself and do it.
By the time you make it to the kitchens, it is far later than you intended. You simply drop the basket off on a staff table, wobbling to your chambers.
All you want is to sleep, to hide yourself from all the noises of the estate night shift, but the throbbing pain in your side is intense, and worse, you've bled through both your linen bandage as well as a laundry uniform. Even so, you are too tired to come up with a way to right this, you decide, that will be the job of tomorrow y/n.
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Of course, when you arise the next morning, unable to sit up, you regret your choices of the night prior. Unintentionally a wail escapes your lips, the pain is so deep, so unchanging that you want to cry. You feel the humiliation once again from yesterday, what would Sukuna say if he knew of this? Would he remove you from the estate? Or would he simply look at you with disgust? Would he ever speak to you again?
Something you were sure of, at least, was that there was no way you would be able to work, bent over a wash basin, in the condition you are in. Knowing that, you were concerned with how long you could hide away in your chambers before someone came to get you.
Several maids had already come to speak through your door, asking about your trip, the basket of goodies you left in the kitchen, and eventually, in concerned tones, if you were alright.
You reassured them in a comforting voice that you were quite well but exhausted from your journey and would likely retire before dinner was served.
You had never been up however, still, the other launderers did not question your words, sure you just needed a nights more rest. There was, however, a person in the estate you could never evade, and contrary to popular belief, it was not Lord Sukuna. He certainly did not care enough for you to need to hide yourself from him, however, his loyal servant and chef, Uraume, always had everything in order and was aware of all the "goings on" that occurred within the estate walls.
Only a few minutes after the communal dinner bell was rung did Uraume arrive at your chambers, requesting your presence. Unfortunately, they were not so easy to dissuade. I have no appetite did not work, I long for rest, did not work, I tire from my journey, did not work. None of it worked. They were determined, if nothing else, to see you. There was nothing to be done.
In a grand effort, you slid from your bed to the floor, a dull moan muffled by the mattress as you strained your legs to rise but it was a tireless endeavor. Wincing, you shuddered to the door, opened it a crack to meet th Uraume's stern eyes.
"You are unwell." They announced.
You knew you could not lie, not directly. Still, you attempted to fib your way around it, claiming your menstrual cycle was nearing, but it did not work, claiming you had eaten something foul in the village, they merely squinted at you, you were blundering, grasping for straws. In your desperation, you did not notice Uraume's foot slip out to the threshold, slowly pressing your door ajar.
You had been resting your weight said door, and yelped at the pressure. The chef raised an eyebrow and pressed on more firmly. You called out their name and stumbled to the floor.
"You've been attacked?" They question but the pain is so intense you can simply shake your head, in a show of patience you rarely see from Uraume, they brush the hair from your face.
You knew they could use reversed curse technique on themself, but the management of this injury was something that would likely take time.
In the moments it took Uraume to lift you to your bed, and start to clean your wound they had you recount the story, in between each sentence you begged them to keep this from the king. Do not say a word, I beg, followed by, I pray you wouldn't speak of this, ending your story with Lord Sukuna mustn't know.
Even with all the begging, they never once promised you a thing. Pressing your gouged pelvis more firmly still, they wiped your eyes of tears. And when you finally met their gaze, their look seemed to whisper, do not be stupid. You could only hope.
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Your hope had been stupid.
You knew it had been last night when Uraume had bandaged you up, you knew it had been when you fought to dress yourself this morning, you knew it had been when you trudged to the wash house, you knew it had been when you began to set up a bin full of sudsy water and even now, bent painfully over, scrubbing away at towels, you knew of your fate.
You had been invited to dine with the king. Once dismissing yourself for not being worthy to wash your king's body had been shockingly, acceptable at one time. But you knew you could not skirt this. You could not deny your presence to him twice.
And in his presence, you knew you could not hide. Uraume had been the one to collect you before the evening meal, washing you, clothing you, and redressing your wound. You walked with intention now, three steps behind the personal chef to the king. You found, however, that you would not be having dinner in one of the many dining rooms, but rather, in the kings chambers.
In an attempt to plead once more, you made to grab Uraumes robe, they simply gave you a look of greatest disdain, opened the door to Sukunas chambers, and bowed.
You could not meet his eyes, you could feel them as they traced over you. Despite the fiery pain, you fell to your knees. You did not speak, Uraume left, and you stayed glued to the floor.
"I hold no affection for those who hide from me."
You could do nothing but nod in your place on the floor. "Yes, my king."
"You know this."
"Yes, my king." You nod again,
"And yet-" You can hear his voice ever louder, he has gotten up from his place on the bed, coming to you, his steps echoing in your ears. "You evade me like an elusive snake." He paces around you steadily. "You hide yourself from my presence, and you beg" He spits it out, vehement, "beg- Uraume to keep your condition from me."
He has stalked behind you now, and begins to creep ever closer to your side, bending to your position to whisper in your ear,
"Did you believe I could not find you, did you think, even for a moment, you could fool me?" You cannot read his tone, nor his face, too ashamed to look.
He stretches back to his full height. "You have always been the one who's appearance I delight most in. Yet, now, you only appear at my demand. Must I demand you to speak as well in order for you to tell me why you have shamed me so?"
Shaking your head quickly, you heave, "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I did not want to- to show you-" You began but Sukuna cuts you off, whirling around,
"That much is very clear. Tell me why without the blabbering nonsense. I wish not to hear apologies fall from your lips now."
You murmur once more, ashamed, but speak up, "I am such a fool." You look up, resigning yourself, you want to see his face, "I wished not for you to see me as such. I am a weak and poor worker. Please, know, I did not mean to shame you."
Sukuna does not respond. Silently making his way to your form, "You cannot even stand on your own. Do you intend to lay there all night, or do you expect aid to be granted to you?"
He sounds genuinely curious, you are unsure of what to say, you had no plan. Your head falls to your lap but in a sudden movement, Sukuna is before you, one arm stretched out to catch your crestfallen face, "Look at me." He speaks gentler than you have ever heard.
With one hand on your jaw, and another cupping the back of your head he huffs air from his nose. "You are a fool."
You cannot look away from him, but all you want now is to hide your face.
"So very foolish." He speaks clearly, "To hide from me, to work in such a condition." Before his words even hit you, you are struck but the grasping of your waist by his other two hands. His eyes remain open but within a moment all your pain is gone. An unintentional noise escapes you at the immediate relief you are brought.
It cannot be said whether the shock of Sukunas RCT or the grasp he had on you caused you to fall limply into his grasp but you have no time to prepare before he is lifting you tenderly into his arms. An unseen sparkle in his eyes. He carries you the few feet to his bed before he lays you across his lap.
"Your condition is not ideal. You shall not work. You are to stay with me" He is petting your hair rather oddly, as if you are a wounded animal he has found.
Attempting to rise you start, "I feel- I- I must extend my gratitude-"
But he is placing a hand on your stomach to keep you down, "You will extend your gratitude by never hiding from me again."
There is no room for argument. You nod up at him. He has one arm still under your knees, another on your waist, and a third stroking your cheek.
"I will never allow you pain again." He murmurs. "Never again." His palm is large enough to cover your face wholly. "I shall keep you within my sight henceforth."
And it is at this moment that you wonder if, perhaps, you are closer to the king than you had originally thought. If you, by chance, meant something to him? If he had been worried for you. But in your dazed state within your king's arms, you smile to yourself, thinking tiredly of how kindly and merciful he had always been to you.
What you did not yet know, was that it was he that was a fool for you.
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COD PâRN LINKS | PT. 3
ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within himđi mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating đ first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful babyâš his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrastđ€ he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another personđą bonus!!: surprise ;)
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old man!logan hearing âi love youâ for the first timeâŠ
cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. angst w/comfort.
His words would be barely a hoarse whisperâa certainty in disguiseâyou could barely hear it.
The first time he said âI love youâ was whilst he was softly cooing you to sleep. You were resting your heavy head on his chest and letting yourself melt into his embrace when he murmured:Â
âI love yaâ, sweetâart.âÂ
He was not sure that you heard it. That you could register the underlying hesitation in his face. His arm twitched a bit when he realized what he had said, muttering a quiet âFuckâ under his breath.Â
Logan feels a knife jabbed into the torso and twisting his insidesâfright creeping on his neckâall the terrible things. It only halts when you snuggled closer to him as a way to show him that you accept his heartfelt confession.Â
The first time you say it, though, means everything to Logan. Because for a while now, he holds onto a belief that you would never say the words back. And that you could leave him any moment soon. What the hell a young thing like you are doing around an old man like him?Â
He thinks all he does is pull you back from the life that you deserve.Â
Logan sits lazily on the couch with aching tiredness after a long day. His heavy eyelids watch your cunt latching around his thick girth, your tits bare, and nipples perked in arousal. He takes his time in enjoying the sight of you bouncing excitedly on his cock, still full of a youthful stamina.
âThaâs it. There yaâ go, princess,â Logan grunts heavily as he places his rough hands on your sidesâguiding you back and forthâdrawing circles on your bare form. He could feel his back getting sore but he didnât care, âMakinâ your old man feel sâgood, yâknow that?â
âMhm!â You start to slow down your movements after you reach your second orgasm for the night. Overwhelmed by the euphoric state and the feeling of his cum filling your insides that you could only call out to him, âLoganâŠâ, wrapping your arms weakly around his neck.Â
His scruffy beard touches your skin and leaves a burning sensation behind. It all feels so intimate and real and you just canât stop yourself from uttering the words, âI- I love you, Logan. Love you.â Â
And the wave that washes him is greater than anything he had ever experienced. His eyes blinked repeatedly in awe and he could feel the tears building up.
Fuck. He canât cry. Shit.Â
He softly pulls your head onto his solid chest because he canât let you see the tears that are about to fall on his cheeks. Canât let you see how flawed of an old man he is when you repeat those words again and again,
âLove you, love you, love you.âÂ
What kind of a heroic thing he did to deserve you? Nothing that he was sure of. But youâre here making The Wolverine weak on his kneesâhis adamantium hand tremors in struck.
Before this, Logan was never sure that he had a purpose in life. Those wasted years, he thinks. But when you are splayed bare in front of himâtelling him that you love himâhe finally understands why he is alive.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett smut#old man logan x reader#old man logan#wolverine smut#logan by nina <3
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congratulations to the newly wed couple
thank you to everyone who has not only purchased the comic, but also had kind words to say in tags and through asks!! I am away for holiday for most of this month, and I have been/will be largely offline on account of this*-- but please know that my heart is incredibly full to know people like this story!!
(*any posts that go up here have been scheduled before I left)
A few recurring questions I'll answer here real quick:
Will Sacred Bodies have a physical print? Yes! I would like to self-publish this book after the fair is concluded and sell it at conventions and through my online store.
What are the Ba'It based off of? Their body/limb plan is based on pteradons!! with some bat and bird anatomy thrown in. Garaang are semi-bipedal so that makes the silhouette even weirder, but you see some quadrupedal stances in the comic and it might make more sense then. I don't want to post or talk too much about some of the minutae of their design, as it is part of the story itself. :}
What medium did you use for the comic? It's all digital; I used Clip Studio Paint to draw the entire thing. I use the base watercolour and design pencil brushes that come with the programme. How long did it take you to make the comic? It's a little hard to estimate-- initial ideas, visdev and writing drafts were intermitent at the start of the year; once I landed on the story, finalising the script would've taken no longer than a week of recurring writing and editing. It's the actual drawing that takes forever, unfortunately. I started thumbnailing around April, and pencilling, colours and painting were a 10-11 hour work-day commitment for most of June and July. (I lost a lot of work-time in May cause I fell ill, womp womp). I'd probably say it was 4 - 5 months of labour. Are you going to write more stories in this world? I would really like to! I have a lot of ideas rattling in my head for the Valley of the World-- the place that the folk of the Spire have escaped. That being said, I have a whole graphic novel to finish first! It has been pushed back on account (but not exclusively because) of me working on my SBCF entries the last couple years, and I don't want to neglect it any further!! (it's 350+ full colour pages though so it was always going to be a huge undertaking)
Thank you again for the outpouring of enthusiasm and support; it means the world!
#art#sbcf#scrb#monster#I'm basically on the first ever holiday I've gotten to take in my entire adult life#so these two things happening at the same time is supercharging me with happiness#I'm really sorry that I won't be able to address any of the lovely messages until I am back!
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The Princes
Ten years later. When marrying a Prince turns a Queen and a Servant into actual Royalties.
Because Vil deserves a real crown and Jamil deserves to be treated better.
NOW I'M GONNA RANT ABOUT MY CHARA DESIGNS CHOICES AND ALL THE DISCOVERIES I MADE WHILE LOOKING FOR REFS! If you only care about art and funny doodles, you can scroll down for a handful of slices of life.
(Don't worry if you can't read my notes, I'm repeating myself better right under this)
Leona
-Lion: As you may know, one of my grievances with Leona is how his hair doesn't look like an actual mane despite being a lion. While I don't want to stray too far from the canon design with the usual drawings, that's the occasion for me to have some fun with a future version. Give that lion a beard and voluminous hair!
-Hair: First, get those bangs out of his face. Despite Leona being very confident, he still has bangs covering his scarred eye. I wanted him to finally own the aspects of him that may be scary to others (his UM, his scar, etc). I actually went with bangs framing his face similar to the ones he had during his Overblot. I wasn't sure whether to give him dreadlocks or curly hair, but I ended up choosing the free curls decorated with some atebas and braids so that Vil could have more fun styling them.
-Eye: Thanks @aria-faye for the idea, I decided to have his eye gradually lose its capacities with time. From a headcanon that, while the eye wasn't directly touched by whatever attack scarred him, the process of healing still had an impact on it and he gradually lost sight in his left eye years after years.
-Body: Not giving him a dad bod (yet, maybe in another ten years), but definitely giving him more voluminous yet casual muscles. Practical muscles with a healthy dose of fat and tissues. Also giving him two full sleeves of tattoos because I decided he should have much more than just his lion tattoo.
-Clothes: Went full Maasai dressing and Kenyan fabrics and beadworks. If you're not familiar with it, please go check it out, it's GORGEOUS!! Crown is beadwork too. He also has one Arabic styled foot jewellery.
Jamil
-Hair: My first order was to remove his double-faced hairstyle and also remove his bangs from his eye. Make him confident enough to show his whole face. Unlike Leona and Vil, he doesn't really want a crown though (he still feels weird about becoming royalty) so instead he uses a braid as crown. Also gave him a little goatee because I like facial hair and Jafar has a beard too.
-Body: He grew up! While he didn't quite catch up with Leona and Vil, he is now closer to their sizes than before, sitting at around 180cm. He kept his breakdancer/martial artist lean muscles but developed a bit of shoulders.
-Clothes: Went full Arabic dressing and fabrics (once more, go check the fabrics, they are pieces of arts). I gave him floral motifs instead of his usual fire/snake motifs (though he does have a snake earring and a fangs necklace) to symbolise his rebirth/blooming. Like Leona, he has one piece of jewellery that is beadwork.
Vil
-Hair: Here it was a bit tricky. Considering Vil's work, he likely changes hairstyles a lot, going from long to short for his roles instead of his wants. So I leaned into the little things he could add to his hair despite their constant changes, mostly jewelleries, beadworks and wool decorations he stole from his husbands. He also cares a bit less about them looking perfect and is allowing himself to be more natural. He doesn't have any facial hair (yet), keeping a youthful appearance for as long as he can. In another ten years though, he might start looking more and more like his father, beard included.
-Clothes: For Leona and Jamil's mental states, the three of them most likely started living in Sunset Savanna so they wouldn't freeze to death. Vil is well traveled so he can handle most temperatures without trouble, and he is used to dressing up in the local get ups. Here I decided to give him both African dress and Arabic fabric, and likewise both beadwork and golden jewellery. I gave him crown and heart motifs so he can keep being himself despite borrowing a lot from his husbands.
There, I'm done rambling. Here's some doodles, followed by some random headcanons.
-Vil does his husbands hair every morning and keeps giving them more and more intricate hairstyles. He developed a whole haircare and beard-care products set for them.
-When Vil is away for a movie, Jamil keeps his hair mostly down save for a few accessories.
-Jamil and Falena get along surprisingly well (to Leona's despair). Vil gets along very well with Falena's wife.
-Jamil acts as a Scalding Sands ambassador and still is the one to care for Kalim when he comes to visit, though this time he's doing it because he wants to and not because he has to.
-Vil got used to his new title immediately but Jamil struggles with it a lot. He still has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he is no longer a servant.
-The servants at the palace love Jamil because he always makes their job easier.
-Leona finally decided to put his wits to good use and became Falena's advisor. He still fights a lot with Kifaji about the direction to take with the country, but he managed to make some of his ideas heard to help with the staggering inequalities in the country.
That's all for now!
#so... that's officially my longest piece to date#this one took me nearly 10 hours#and I'm considering doing a colored version because Arabic and Kenyan fabrics are so beautiful I swear#won't happen in a while tho#mello's drawings#n2 squad#jamil viper#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#javil#leojami#leovil#twisted wonderland#twst#art#my art#analysis#Future!N2
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might I request how tf 141 tries to turn you on maybe? Sorry kind of a weird request you donât have to do it if you donât want to ;-;
Not a weird request at all, anon! Hope you enjoy! 18+ only, GN!Reader
Price
Three words: full body massage
That man loves to get his hands on you, and it doesnât even have to be sexual in nature, honestly. Any opportunity to touch you, to caress you, to help ease the tension from your body, heâll gladly take it (and if afterwards youâll let him ease himself into you, well, thatâs just an added bonus đ)
He might use special rollers or electric massagers sometimes, but mostly he just sticks to those big, strong hands of his
He'll start by slicking up his palms with some oil, warming it up before he applies it to your skin
Beginning with your shoulders, heâll slowly work his way down your body, paying special attention to the areas you need most targeted
Aside from those tender spots, heâll also be sure to focus on a few of your more erogenous zones, namely your thighs and your ass (he's an ass man for sure)
By the time he's finished, you're all supple and pliant before him, but thereâs something else too â a sort of warm, fluttery feeling in your gut
Luckily, he knows just the remedy for that sensation. And oh! Would you look at that? You're already in his favorite position: prone
Ghost
We all know he tends to be a man of few words, and this applies to every environment he finds himself in
âŠAt least, every environment outside the bedroom, that is
Because when he's in the mood, you best hold on tight to your pants if you don't want them flying off from how he talks to you (but, I guess, your pants coming off is his end goal anyway)
You'll just be going about your day, minding your business, when you'll get a call from him while heâs âbusyâ at work
He'll start off casual at first, inquiring about your day, your plans for the night, etc., but it won't take long for the conversation to steer to the real reason for his call: to describe the way he's going to fuck you when he gets home
He'll go into excruciating, toe curling detail about all the things he's going to do to you; just how good heâs going to fuck you until you forget your own name
I hope you're not in public when you take his call, otherwise you better have the poker face of a lifetime if you don't want to make a scene in front of several dozens of witnesses
Gaz
He's a big romantic at heart, so rather than just going straight for the bedroom, he'll slowly work his way up to it over the course of the evening
First, he'll treat you to a nice dinner â either by cooking it himself or by taking you to that fancy restaurant you love but think is much too expensive for every day dining
Beneath dimmed, romantic lighting, together you'll share a delicious meal, a glass or two of wine, and of course a tasty dessert to cap it all off
The conversation will be light and pleasant (nothing unbecoming whatsoever), but while he might not outright voice the plans he has for you later in the night, that look he keeps giving you from across the table speaks volumes
When youâve finished your meal and gradually made your way back home/to the bedroom, even then he still isn't done buttering you up just yet
He'll put on some slow music, maybe light a couple candles to really set the mood, even draw you both a bath if you're feeling up to it
Once he does finally take you to bed, it'll be a seamless transition from an evening overflowing with desire and passion
Soap
âSubtletyâ is not really a word in his vocabulary, so most of the time when he's horny, he's just turning to you and asking if you want to fuck
However, sometimes when you need a little more build up than that, he has a few tried and true methods he knows will work you up
He'll change so that heâs walking around your flat wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, mind you
Whilst wearing said sweatpants, he'll proceed to stretch and flex around you, showing off all those muscles he knows you love, as well as highlighting a few other assets he knows drives you crazy (i.e. bulge printtttt đ)
He'll then get really touchy with you, starting innocent at first â brushing an eyelash from your cheek, straightening the neck of your shirt â before he gets more and more brazen with his petting
And when he's real close like that, leaning right into your ear, heâll mutter soft praises to you: telling you how beautiful you look, how good you smell, how soft your skin is where heâs touching just there
By the time he finally goes to ask if you want to have sex, he doesn't even get the words out before you're jumping him like a wild animal. All according to planâŠ
#wiw asks#john price x reader#captain john price x reader#captain price x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#john price#simon riley#kyle garrick#john mactavish#tf 141 x reader#task force 141 x reader#cod x reader#cod mw2#call of duty#modern warfare 2
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thinking about jackson!ellie who has a major crush on you. and she likes to act nonchalant, but you make her feel anything but that. full pages in her journal about every detail she wants to commit to memory â things you haven't even noticed about yourself that she's found necessary to write about. what you like and what you hate so much that you'll rant with passion about it. what things fluster you and what makes you feel comfortable. drawing upon drawing of your face, all with the intention of perfecting the technique it takes to capture your likeness.
it leads to her begging asking you often to spend time in her garage. countless movie nights spent pining after you, eyeing your beauty. imagine the first time she'd managed to score a movie night with you. ellie would be bouncing off the fucking walls, most likely. and she'd have to remind herself it's not a date. just a friendly sleepover. don't fuck up your friendship. don't fuck up your friendship. don't. fuck. up. your. friendship.
it'd come to a point in the night when you finally start to get tired. ellie's wide awake, acutely aware of your presence right next to her while an action movie plays in the background. she tries to act like she's not looking at you. she tries to look away, and then your head falls onto her shoulder. oh fuck. and it's not like she hasn't had a girlfriend before. it's not like she's some crazy, desperate virgin. she's just⊠convinced that you're out of her league. she's convinced she could mess things up big time. so she calms the beating of her heart, glancing down to check if you're awake still.
"hey, dude." she cringes. that was stupid. "are you awake?" the soft fluttering of your lashes confirms that you are, and now she feels even dumber.Â
"mm," you mumble, sleepily lidded eyes flitting up to ellie, meeting hers. "sorry, was falling asleep⊠on you."
oh. and ellie isn't sure what to do â admit that that's exactly what she was hoping for? how can she do that without sounding like a creep?
"sorry," ellie says weakly, hands immediately falling to grip your arms when you try to sit up. "no, no, it's like totally fine. you should go to sleep, you look real tired."
and that was how ellie ended up with your head on her lap. the movie ended a long time ago, now playing the main menu screen over and over. in the blue light that the tv casts over the bed, ellie watches the rise and fall of your back while you sleep, and she can't wipe the giddy smile off her face.
#not me in my fluff era#tlou2 x reader#đ€ ââ petalrambling.#ellie williams x fem reader#ellie williams x reader#lesbian#jackson!ellie#my car sat on my lap when i wroye this
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GOD I LOVE traitor and how strong you've made the reader. It's amazing! And I eagerly await any future parts, whether it's big proper story or drabbles. BUT, you come first and your life does so you do what you gotta and go be amazing! We can wait. Proud of you X
im so late to responding, but thank you! <3
hereâs part six :) also not really proofread so I apologize for any errors! Iâll fix them later!
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
you donât know how long youâve been sitting on the floor, cross-legged amongst broken glass, brittle flowers, and discarded clothes, when someone knocks on the door.
you donât move, donât say anything. the noise seems distantâ too far off to be real.
besides, if someone is really knocking on your door, they know youâre in here.
and if they know youâre in here, it could be one of five people. your former squad mates, or the doctor.
the knock sounds again. it shakes you from your stupor, yet you still make no move to answer it. let them come in; let them see what theyâve made of you. of who you were. of who you couldâve been.
the person on the other side of the door is speaking now. you register the muffled baritone as it fights to be heard from the hall.
you clench your fists, then unclench themâ stretching out your fingers as far as they go. clench them again. unclench. stretch. repeat.
itâs a tickâ a calming habit. you donât think itâs working at the present moment.
the doorknob turns. you still donât move.
the door is being pushed in, light from the hallway aggressively slicing through the darkness youâd left yourself in. you fought the urge to curl in on yourself.
youâd been so consumed by your angerâ are consumed by itâ but coming into this room and seeing that damn note was earth-shaking. it was terrifying, and it was a tangible reminder of the teamâs unapologetic tactics. simonâs unapologetic tactics.
the voice is speaking once more, clearer now that the door is out of the wayâ but you canât make out the words over the ringing in your ears.
a hand gingerly lands on your shoulder, and thatâs when you snap.
you whirl around, throwing yourself into the intruder like a cobra striking its prey. clearly caught off guard, the person lets loose a âoomphâ and falls backwards as you take out their legs.
everything is fuzzy. the ringing in your ears crescendos, and it brings pain with it. youâre striking your target with reckless abandon, still not registering who is flailing underneath you.
punches land and land and land. nails scrape and scratch and draw blood. all you see is redâ all you hear is the sharpening of a knife or the whirring of a saw.
and then there are hands on you, yanking you away from your victim. the red slowly starts to recede, the ringing in your ears subsiding.
itâs only then do you release youâre screaming.
its only then do you see the swollen and bloodied face of your doctor, lying a foot away from you. she sputters a cough, blood leaving her lips and splattering onto the man leaning over her.
âyou need to calm down,â a voice speaks into your ear.
âcalm down, or theyâll sedate you,â it says, and you finally stop screaming. you take a breath.
clench your fists. unclench. stretch. repeat.
it takes you another minute to calm down enough to realize the person holding you is simon.
the doctor is being carried away now, and you notice itâs johnny and kyle carrying her. you notice john is standing to your left, eyes full of sympathy and guilt as he looks at you.
âget,â you huff, reaching down to slap at the arms circling your middle. âoff me.â
simon releases you instantly. you donât hesitate to put distance between the two of you. a few feet, at least. he just stands there, eyes watching with an expression you canât place.
âwhat happened, love?â johnâs voice is a soft rumble as he speaks. he moves a hand toward you, but decides against touching youâ even if he only wanted to comfort you.
âIââ you start, glancing down at your hands. theyâre bloody again.
âI thought it wasââ you try again, but stop yourself.
you thought it was what? thought it was who?
you had heard manâs voice speaking to you. your mind had twisted thingsâ had given you something you wanted to hear, deep downâ because it gave you the chance to strike.
it gave you the opportunity to tear apart whichever man from the 141 had been there to check on you.
and you know you had wished it was simon.
john takes a cautious step forward at your silence. âletâs get you somewhere private, yeah? somewhere to cool down.â
the fire licking at your veins has subsided in favor of the chill of shame. of terror at what youâve doneâ what youâve done to the one person you had on your side. the person who was truly on your side.
you donât fight this time. you give a nod, then solemnly follow him down the corridor. simon falls in behind you.
john takes you to his office, opening the door and ushering you inside. you move without protest, stepping into the dark room.
the two men enter behind you, john flicking on the light while simon pulls the door shut. you wouldâve laughed at the scenario if you were in your right mind.
but you werenât.
you werenât okay. you knew that you werenât, at least physically, but what you just didâŠ
there was no way you were going to be transferred now. you doubted you wouldâve even before you attacked the doctor.
youâre going to be discharged. you understand why.
but it hurts. this is your job, your life. years and years on the battlefield donât prepare you for life off of it.
âlove?â
johnâs voice brings you back to the present. you realize youâve been standing in the center of the room, unmoving and unblinking.
you feel simonâs hard gaze on your back. you want to cry.
how did things ever get this fucked up?
âim fine.â you say, not bothering to turn around. you didnât trust yourself to keep it together if you faced them.
âyouâre not,â john states, and you roll your eyes.
âim not talking about this with you,â you bite out, circling your arms around yourself. âeither of you.â
âyou should at least talk to someone, loveâ this isnât healthy.â
âplease, stop.â you tell him, but john was never good at taking orders. he gave them, not followed them.
âyou hated the therapist, and you havenât spoken to anyone else since⊠everything.â he continues.
âstop, john,â you try again.
âyou need to let it out, love. weâre hereââ
you spin around then, fists dropping to your sides. âfor the love of god, john, shut the fuck up.â
that stuns him into silence, eyes slightly widened and mouth agape as he looks at you. simon doesnât move from his position near the door.
âyou are the last people i would ever fucking talk to! I donât even want to be talking to you right now, but you wonât stop trying. trying to talk to me, trying to make it up, trying to wriggle your way back into my good graces.â
you pause, sucking in a breath. âjohnny mustâve relayed the message, and thatâs why youâve back off a littleâ but one wrong fucking move and youâre swooping again! you arenât my dad, you arenât my lover, you arenât my friend, and youâre sure as hell not my fucking captain anymore.â
âso please, john, leave me be. the four of you have done enough.â
the room is silent for a beat, then two. then three. and then simon takes a step forward, removes his balaclava, and looks you square in the face.
he doesnât open his mouth to speak, so you take the chance to.
âdonât start with me, simon. just donât.â
âthe note,â he says. âyou read it.â
you just look at him, a disbelieving scoff leaving your mouth as you give a nod. âyes, I read your fucking note. and I saw the stupid flowers, too, after seeing everything else you wrecked. tell me, how long did you wait after you tied me up to tear it all apart?â
he just watches you. you want to scream.
the note flashes back into your mind.
âhope you can understand.â
âdoes it make you feel better, thinking what you did was right?â you ask him.
âI wouldnât have done it differently.â simon tells you.
you clench your fists. unclench. stretch.
breathe in, breathe out.
âand if the roles were reversed,â you said, watching him. âif you were in my position, would you have expected me to do what you did?â
âyes.â he says, without hesitation.
âyouâre unbelievable,â you huff. âis that how little I meant to you? all that time, wasted?â
âthatâs not what I said.â he tells you, and you shake your head.
âno, but itâs what you meant.â anger is bubbling up again. you feel overwhelmed; shame and fury battling inside you. the ringing building up in your ears again, emerging from the background.
you canât do this.
âwhat i meant is what i said.â he takes another step forward. âyouâre just too damn stubborn to listen, always have been.â
âjust go, simon.â you tell him. âboth of you. go.â
âI wouldnât change what I did,â he says again. âto protect my team, my family, I would do whatever it takes.â
you bite your tongue. you donât want to keep arguing with him. he was an unmovable objectâ there was no way to reason with him.
âim not sorry it happened.â he speaks. âi did what i thought i had to do. what i had to do to make sure my team was safe.â
âand you should understand that, considering this team is all you have, too.â
you donât respondâ and even if you were going to, a knock on the door breaks the tense silence in the room.
johnny pops his head in, his eyes full of concern. âdocâs alrighâ.â he says, his gaze catching yours. âjusâ some bumps and bruises. sheâll be jusâ fine.â
âand she uhâ said sheâs not pressinâ charges or anythinâ. says she still expects to see ya in a few days for your check-up.â
thatâs what breaks you.
a tear slips from your eye, falling onto your cheek. another follows, then another, and youâre sobbing as you fall to the floor of priceâs office.
the three men are staring, but no one makes any move to comfort you.
probably wise, considering what you did to the last person who tried.
you faintly register the click of the door as it shuts again. you donât look upâ your head in your hands as you cry.
cry about what youâve done, what youâve lost. mourn your career and your family and your love for the man who doesnât regret what he did.
unbeknownst to you, simon is the only one still left in the room. his steps are silent as he approaches youâ leaving only a foot of space between your bodies now.
he watches you as he sinks to the ground across from you, his long legs folded over each other, the fingers of his left hand twitching as he finds himself wanting to reach for you.
he still cares for you. his feelings for you were what made him do what he did in the first place.
the love he felt for you, twisting into betrayal and hurt and agony. fueling his actions, his desire to hear you admit your wrongdoings.
passion made people dangerous. passion in love, passion in rage. it was a fine line, and simon had crossed it.
he understood what this meant for you. recalls the conversation he had with price earlierâ how laswell was planning for your discharge instead of your transfer.
this was the end of your time with them, and in the military. the hands of the 141, damaging one of their own beyond repair.
he finds himself mourning alongside you, then. mourning what was and what couldâve been.
what should have been.
âim sorry for what we did to you,â he says, but it comes out as a whisper that you donât hear.
âim sorry.â
thank you all again for your patience! I plan on tying this little series up soon :)
as a reminder, I no longer do taglists. if you want to be notified when I post, follow @troiastitans and turn on notifications. I only reblog my works there.
I hope you all enjoyed :)
#call of duty fic#gaz call of duty#soap call of duty#ghost call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#cod mw2 fic#cod fic#traitor!141!reader#traitor!reader#141!reader#141 x reader#task force 141#tf 141#simon riley x you#simon riley x gn reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#johnny mactavish#captain john price#john price#simon riley angst#ghost angst#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz#kyle garrick#john mactavish
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Parent-Teacher Conference - A.H
a/n: inspired by the show the nanny! major lover of mr sheffield and fran fine
masterlist
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pairings: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader
summary: you are not happy with jack's teacher flirting with your boss
warnings: hotch staring at your ass!, jealous reader, flirty reader, would prob def get a complaint against her in the real world, but alas!
wc: 0.8k
I'm terribly sorry, but my cat died before I got here.
I actually was in a car wreck on the way. I know I look fine, but it was super traumatic.
Mr. Hotchner you look so good today! Me? Late! Never.
These were the series of apologies and excuses that you were rehearsing in your mind as you navigated your way through the school hallway. In your defense, your tardiness to the parent-teacher conference wasn't without reason. Jack's newfound rebellious phase had him ruining your pantyhose with deliberate runs. He found it hilarious. You found it anything but.
You mentally prepared for that all-too-familiar, intimidating glare from Mr. Hotchner, the kind that could make you feel like you were plummeting from a cliff. Not only were you running late, but you also anticipated a less-than-glowing report from Ms. Thompson about Jack's recent antics. And in the back of your mind, a nagging voice whispered that Mr. Hotchner would somehow find a way to blame you.
"Oh, Aaron, you're something else!"Â
You stopped dead in your tracks, gaze locked on the scene unfolding before you. Ms. Thompson's voice took on a higher pitch, full of animation, her elbows subtly drawing her tits together, leaning into Mr. Hotchner's space with an ease that bordered on disrespectful. At least in your eyes.
Aaron? The casual use of Mr. Hotchner's first name sent your mood from sour to downright acrid. You strode into the classroom, inching your skirt higher and affixing a practiced, beaming smile to your face. It was all charm and no sincerity.
"So sorry I was late," you began, allowing a gentle sway in your step as you glided into the room, your heels clicking a measured tempo against the linoleum floor. You mustered all your willpower to not shoot daggers at the blonde headed teacher. "I didn't miss anything did I?"
As you stepped into view, both Ms. Thompson and Mr. Hotchner turned their eyes to you. Ms. Thompson's showed a flicker of surprise, while Mr. Hotchner's were like slits, scrutinizing. But even his discipline gaze dipped, albeit briefly, to the curve where your skirt ended.Â
"Oh, I... I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Hotchner," she mumbled, her hands fumbling gracelessly with the papers on the desk, her lips pinched in a straight line.
You could nearly hear the thoughts churning in Mr. Hotchner's head as his lips parted to correct her. Hastily, you cut in, "An innocent mistake, I'm sure."
He raised an eyebrow, a wordless question hanging in the air. Ignoring it, you flashed a saccharine smile and took the seat by his side, linking your arm with his. His muscles tensed, a reaction that almost coaxed a giggle from you.
It was all too easy to get a rise out of him.
"My wife, the epitome of timeliness,"Mr. Hotchner states dryly, his grip of your arm tightening just a tad more than called for.Â
To your astonishment, the remainder of the conference proceeded seamlessly from that point on. Ms. Thompson restrained herself, both in wardrobe and word, and unexpectedly showered Jack with praise.
Exiting the classroom alongside Mr. Hotchner, you noticed he paused just long enough to ensure Ms. Thompson was out of ear shot. That's when you felt the squeeze of his hand on your side, coming to rest on the curve of your lower back, the pressure didn't move even as you found yourselves alone in the hallway--and you were far from objecting.
"Really?"
Your shoulders rose and fell in a pretense of innocence, well aware that his perceptive eyes weren't fooled. You tilted into his shoulder, doing a mental victory dance when he made no move to distance himself.
"What?" you asked, clutching your purse tighter against your side as you paced forward. "I was just helping you out. She looked like she was about to jump your bones at any second."
Mr. Hotchner's face was unamused, per usual. "Your generosity knows no bounds."
"Right?" You were aware of his sarcasm, but that didn't deter you. Your shoulders bumped together as you made it to the exit. "Consider yourself lucky."
An eye roll was his immediate response, but you could almost sense the smile he was staunchly holding back. He would never admit it.
"Yes, how could I ever manage without you?"
He paused to open the door for you, following behind as you stepped outside. You squinted against the sun's harsh kiss before giving him a teasing wink over your shoulder. He looked really good in the sunlight. He could use more of it.
"You wouldn't."
You caught his eyes lingering not on your face, but lower--fixated on your skirt, more specifically your ass. You raised your brows in question.Â
"I think you sat in something."
You let out a startled gasp, hands flying to the material of your skirt. It was your favorite. "What? Where?"
His hands found their way to your waist, gently pivoting you for a better view, while your eyes settled on the stretch of road before you. "Oh, nope, my mistake. Looking good."
Your laughter spilled out uncontrollably, realizing just what he was doing. Cheeky man. And completely out of character, but you liked it. "Mr. Hotchner!"
 "I take my role as husband very seriously."
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â°â†â dawnbreaker!zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 (backlog)
tags : pwp (with some plot), kinda porn with feelings, ambiguous relationship, that one "dawnbreaker slipping into dr. zayne's life" theory, angst (butâŠsoft???), slight nipple play, needy/desperate sex, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise, use of "my love". lmk if i missed any tags!
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The Zayne you know has not been the Zayne you know...
You don't fall in love with someone in the span of a few days.
It didn't work that wayâlove was a fickle emotion; complicated, unpredictable⊠Terrifying. To approach it meant silent steps. It meant biding your time, holding out your hand, moving forward little by littleâŠ
âŠIdeally.
But love was powerful.
Love did whatever it wanted.
Love could take you in like a storm while you were unprepared; love could crash through your windows and hold you hostage despite your attempts to be gentle with it.
Love could turn the tables.
And sometimes that was what it felt like to be with him.
You wouldn't fall in love with someone in the span of just a few daysâbut perhaps, this case was a special one.
Your eyes were soft, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Gentle caresses moved over his skin, and you could see the way he melted under your touch. His own eyes were wide, lips trembling. An inexplicable emotion stirred within the depths of his gaze⊠And it was always like this.
It was always like this when he looked at you.
As if he could never believe that you were real.
"Zayne," you murmured.
He would swallow thickly, and give the slightest of nods.
"Zayne."
The same name, the same face, the same voice. Yet this Zayne, lying on top of you, caging your body between his arms⊠he was not the same.
Not the same⊠yet similar, nonetheless. A reflection of the other, you would think. He barely spoke, yet he barely looked away from you. He felt more expressive of his thoughts, but all the same time adamant on keeping them hidden. And no matter how many times you'd seen him, he felt hesitant, unsure, guilty⊠yet so, so, so full of the very same love that the Zayne you knew would always give.
You'd lost track of how many times this had happened.
They were sporadic, at firstâmoments fleeting and spaced apart, where you had learned to separate your Zayne and the other Zayne through the smallest mannerisms you'd notice to be different.
You watched the man before you draw in a sharp breath as your hand trailed down his face and over his neck, his collarbone⊠Such visceral reactions. He looked weak before you; so⊠broken. Every time he showed himself to you, there was a tense, unspoken sense of longing that hung in the air.
He was not your Zayne.
But he would reach out all the same to mirror your actions, run the pads of his fingers through your hair and down the side of your face⊠and you would let him.
He was not your Zayne, but he wanted to be. And seeing you in front of him made him feel so fragile. That look in his eyes told you that he could shatter at any possible moment.
"âŠIt's okay."
Love was powerful, you thought.
He was not your Zayne, but he was still Zayne, after all.
You knew so little about him, but he was still Zayne. And if love was so powerfulâthen it could fix him, too. Couldn't it? Couldn't a little bit of gentleness⊠Couldn't a little bit of love⊠for him, as much as himâ
Couldn't that help?
"âŠMy loveâŠ"
Whenever he spoke, his words were short. It was hardly the matter-of-factness you were used to, hardly the witty quips and dry sarcasm that could parallel. This Zayne's words were short, his voice hoarse, and roughâas if speaking hurt him even more, as if speaking could drive him further into a puddle of guilt that he seemed to have dug himself into.
Your eyes closed.
"Zayne, it's okay," you murmured. "It's okay."
His touch grew bolder, dipping downwards, slowly pulling down the straps of your top, curling around the swell of your breasts.
Your breath hitched.
"Zayne."
He didn't speak again.
Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He didn't kiss you, almost felt as if he was holding his breathâ something small, and wet, fell upon your cheek.
Your eyes opened.
Can I have you?
He asked the question silently, stray tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. His hips pressed into yours, and the outline of his erection grinded against you.
Can I have you?
He didn't speak, but his eyes told you everything.
"Yes."
Just this once.
And the whine he let out brought a slight thrill through your body.
It didn't take long before his lips were all over you, kissing you, tasting you, claiming youâdown your chest to your abdomen, inhaling the scent of your skin, before proceeding to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses back upwards. All the while, his hands remained steady on either side of your body, both a sure sign of his hesitance as much as the hunger within him that had him trembling above you.
When his eyes met yours once more, he has his mouth hovering over your nipple. Slowly, slowly, he wrapped his lips around itâit was so tender, the way he sucked on it, loving, the way his tongue would swirl as he took as much of your flesh as he could. Heavy breathing mixed in with the sloppy noises of his ministrations, and you were arching into him, begging him, encouraging him.
One more pull at your nipple until it slipped away from his lips with a wet pop, trails of saliva connecting to your bud.
"Pre...ttyâŠ" he rasped.
You felt your heart soar; for the first time, he seemed happy.
And this time it was you who didn't speak.
You reached for his hand, leaving his balance to rest momentarily on the other as you trailed it down your body. Further, and further, and further⊠His hand rest over your mound, gentle petting movements gliding a finger over your folds.
"MmmâŠ"
As usual, even the softest touch had you melting.
Zayne had always been loving , and tender, and sweet with youâŠ
This Zayne was not your Zayne, but even the careful way he treated your body felt very much like it.
He was not your Zayne. But he was still Zayne.
A mantra you would repeat to yourself.
His movements continued, gathering up your slick and spreading them all over your folds, eyes retained on your face and your expressions.
Are you feeling good? he seemed to ask, and you smiled softly.
"Very good," you whispered.
Look⊠I'm so wet for you.
Though you didn't say it, you saw the way his eyes traveled down to your cunt, finger raising as if to look in awe at the sticky mess you had made for yourself.
"âŠBeautiful."
He spoke again.
And this time, there was little to no hesitation left in his actions before he was in you, cock nestled so warmly, so perfectly, so deeply into your core.
The intrusion had you drawing in a sharp breath no matter how used to his size you would think you'd gotten, but before you could react, he had pulled you into a tight, almost possessive embrace.
"Please," he choked. You could feel his tears wetting your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "Please⊠just this once⊠Just for the last time, just⊠PleaseâŠ"
You clenched your walls around him, legs wrapping around his waist.
Slowly, you brought your hands up to stroke his hair.
"Zayne," you murmured. "You're still Zayne, right?"
"⊠Notâ"
"Mine. I know. You're the Zayne in his dreams. Aren't you?"
You felt him nuzzle into your neck with a certain desperation, a whimper tearing from his throat.
It was answer enough.
Yet you moved your hips, grinding against him, urging him to claim you more, claim you deeper.
"It's okay," you repeated, softly, "you can move."
Zayne was still Zayne. You had made the choice from the start.
You wouldn't fall in love with someone in the span of just a few daysâbut it had taken only a few couple of meetings, barely lasting hours, barely lasting minutes.
Zayne was still Zayne.
You would love everything of him.
Your hips continued to move, bucking upwards onto his, cherishing the groans he would make into your skin. It was you who set the paceâa silent voice of permission, of pleadingâŠ
And he followed suit.
"My loveâŠ"
He began to thrust.
"âŠMy loveâŠ"
Harder, faster.
"My love."
You gasped as he pulled away from you, panting harshly, driving his length in and out of youâdesperate. Desperate.
"M- mmâ!" you moaned out, arching your back. "Zayne⊠Zayne!"
"Can I⊠Can I?" he groaned above you, eyes shut in pleasure. He didn't stopâdidn't want to stop. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin proved every bit of desire he had for you, if the image above you was not proof enough. "Please, my loveâŠ"
You held him tightly.
"Yes," you gasped. "Take me⊠You can have all of me, fill me up, cum inside, pleaseâ"
You mewled at a particularly sharp thrust, and your legs tightened around his waist. He was throbbing, his movements jerking erratically as you spoke your words.
"Fill⊠f-fill?" his eyes were wide, but he continued.
It gave you joy to know you were affecting him like this.
It's exactly the sameâŠ
"Yes, Zayne. You can give it to me. Please, please, I need it⊠Need it insideâŠ" You begged, and clawed at his back, and moved to his thrusts the best that you could. "Inside, insideâ!"
Please, please, please.
He whimpered as you tightened around him, urging him to spill, urging you to stuff you full like you wanted him to. His breathing became ragged, eyes nearly glazing over with pleasure at the mere thought of it.
He could claim you like this.
Even if it's not the real him, even if he's not doing this as himselfâ
You could see all manner of thoughts flash in his eyes as his gaze became hungrier. More desperate. More⊠resolved.
"I'll f-fill you up," he grunted. "Pump you⊠s-s-so full of me⊠All of meâ My love, my love, my loveâ"
You cried out as he buried himself all the way into you, your hips colliding as hot, thick ropes of his cum painted your insides. Your body shuddered, slick trickling out of you and dripping down onto the sheets. You felt warm all felt; almost sore, your cunt pulsing around him as you tried to steady your breaths.
He collapsed against you, pulling you in for a kiss.
"If I can have youâŠ" he breathed, "even just once⊠even just once, I⊠I'm happyâŠ"
I'm happy.
Your eyes shone as you cradled his face, daring to place a small flurry of kisses over his cheek.
I'm happy.
This was all you wanted.
Love was powerful, you thought. And of you loved himâif you loved all of him, then everything would be okay. You wanted to believe that.
Perhaps in a fit overwhelmed by your acceptance, he gasped, and you felt him roll his hips in placeâ
You didn't stop him.
He could do this as many times as he needed, as much as he was here with you.
an : actually crying bc im hoping i did him justice why is zayne always so hard to write omlll
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Sunday Best (w/ Eunseo)
male reader & wjsn eunseo
fluff & smut, 3k words
As far as youâve rationalized, it doesnât make any sense.
For starters, you and Eunseo have been together since high school, and this is far from the first time sheâs been in your apartment.
The first time, hours after a mutual friendâs birthday party gets cut short, Eunseoâs throwing up in your bathroom. Itâs a tale as old as time: the Friday night of a long weekend, way too many groupchats, high school bravado kneecapped by Fireball shooters â itâs messy, and senior year. You get youâre her boyfriendâd into nursing her back to life, and one grueling night shift later, sheâs under your covers while youâre trying to get comfy on your small-for-sitting futon. And despite how early sheâs up the next morning, between the still warm almond croissants on your countertop, the deep hug she pulls you into before you can drum up anything sarcastic, and how much better your basketball shorts sit on her waistline â drawstring double-knotted, waistband rolled all the way up â itâs hard to stay mad.
Another time, youâre coming back from date night, and before the front door even closes in on you two, sheâs walking your apartmentâs perimeter, pulling out supplies from a backpack. Youâre trailing her, trying to simultaneously close the distance she covers and read the tiny labels on household items she leaves in her wake. Before long, thereâs not a countertop unmarked by these tiny rubber characters (âTheyâre called SMISKIsâ), all of your spaces start to predominantly smell like daisies, and you donât recognize half of the brands in your bathroom. Any other time: youâd say something. Any other time: youâd stand up for yourself; puff your chest into the slight height difference. Any other time Eunseo wasnât reappearing from your bedroom in a tiny cotton shirt and all eight inches of these plaid blue pajama shorts: yeah, youâd draw your boundaries.
Sometime after that, in the lull of quiet comfort and work from home, her legs are in your lap as you both bat away questions on individual video calls. Difference couldnât be any more stark. Twelve minutes into your morning meeting, in between unmutes of your desktop microphone, youâve tallied up a total of twenty words, and have entertained a serious-and-three-quarters imagination about where else you could call into this â your cameraâs off, after all. Eunseoâs your in-office foil: her chocolate hair freshly straightened, her baby blue button up perm pressed, her small talk status quo. Eunseoâs full of shit. Just off camera, unobvious in her digital four walls, she hasnât changed out of your heather gray boxer shorts she wore to bed.
So, really:
Itâs not the first time youâve seen Eunseo wake up in a pair of shorts.
It doesnât make any rational sense how much it still gets a reaction out of you.
--
Granted, itâs an unreal view.
The sun hurries through your curtains to pool around her feet, daybreak serving as stepping stones as she pads to your en suite. Golden yellow melts into her milk chocolate hair, spinning already light browns into shades of almond and sand between sunlit highlights. A breeze picks up through the fabric, and the light breaks. One moment sheâs haloed, cast in sunlight, all of her curves etched in radiance; the next, momentarily obscured, a dream in soft-focus, half-glimpsed and inviting whole-yearning. From where youâre propped up on your elbows, she flickers in and out of reality and reverie, real-deal and daydream. Sheâs a light show in slow motion, superposition between technicolor and transfiguration; sunkiss and shadow in perfect ballet, catching an everyday angel between the light that loves her and pockets of beautiful mystery that make her all the more alluring.
All of this to Eunseo: her morning routine.
She walks without hesitation. Even when itâs mundane, thereâs a tangible confidence in the way she sprays sea salt into her hair, carding her fingers through her roots.
Itâs the one thing that threw you for a loop about her, really: for a long time, you were waiting for the character to drop. Blended between candor and how youâd be able to read anything just off of her facial expression, Eunseo was headstrong, and always heart first. Early into your relationship, it was unnerving. Younger yous bounced between bouts of âwow, thatâs frankâ and âwhat are you compensating for?â. You got where you were in life â to you: where most people didnât â by never playing all your cards, and here Eunseo was all the same, hand face up on the table.
Though it doesnât take you too long to eventually admit that forward is sexy.
Itâs in the way she asks for what she wants, unbothered by the answer, discarding pretense and step-by-step; itâs in the way sheâll take the lead without warning, showing up after work at your lobby to take you on a night sheâs pre-planned; itâs in the way that â because on the weekend, you wake up on her time â sheâs six feet away from you, tip-toed, peeling at the curtains: all the way stretched out.
And outlined in daylight, you donât miss a detail.
For starters, her shirtâs way too small. Itâs this light material: cheap white cotton that curls in on itself at the hem. And as she reaches out at the Roman shades, revealing more and more skin, you can explore all the small of her back, run imaginary hands along where her shirt stops, down the soft line where skin kisses spine. You can trace your thumbs at the space just above her hips, skirting shapes at her waistline, dancing just above the navy soccer shorts Eunseo wore in tenth grade, faded far from school colors, and tiny as hell.
You could sit there for hours â youâd find new angles to obsess over.
You get half a beat.
âItâs rude to stare, you know?â
And in one motion, Eunseo closes the distance between where she was and where you sit, quickly cross-legged on your comforter.
âAnd even ruder to have fun,â she starts, patting the blankets grouped around your waist, âall by yourself.â
âFuck off,â you spit, batting away at her forearm. The blood runs to your cheeks, and your ears are hot. âYou might as well be wearing nothing â what am I supposed to do?â
Looking at you through her fringes, the edges of her lips pulling into the start of a smile, she doesnât need any words â itâs a brutally honest admission.
âYouâre saying,â she whispers, âitâs these you like?â Both of your eyes flick to where her hands find the trim of her shorts, tracing the stitching at her thigh, following a runaway stripe with a fingernail â matte white, all insidious, and teasingly slow.
âEunseo,â you try again flatly. âFuck,â and thereâs a pause here, implicit now anything but, âoff.âÂ
Which would be half convincing if you could take your eyes off of her legs.
Youâre tracing her thigh in your head, filling the toned crease with your gaze, painting Eunseoâs legs with attention.
She leans into you, and makes it hard to think. Your thoughts are cloudy; in the moment. Nothing becomes more top of mind than the smell of daisies.
Thereâs a half beat.
Then a whisper against your lips: âTell me what you like.â
Forward is so fucking sexy.
Kissing Eunseo is like fire: hot, and all at once. Sheâs running her hands under your shirt, snaking her legs under your stomach; sheâs whimpering against your bottom lip, redirecting your hands onto her chest; sheâs running her tongue against your teeth, wedging herself square in all of your focus â youâre trying to keep up.
Youâre kneading at her chest through cotton, creating new creases, feeling the bud of her nipple get hard in your hands.
Youâre tugging at her t-shirt, stretching fabric out of form.
Youâre molding Aphrodite â palming, gripping, shaping. Sculpting divinity on earth called for hours of sanctification, and you were here to worship.
Eunseoâs like putty to it all â so sensitive, and pliant at your fingertips. Sheâs moaning at your mouth, then whispering praises. Hushed against your lips: more, more, more, more, more.
You blink life back into your eyes, and magnetically, inherent like gravity, they fall onto hers. Filled with the night sky â wine-dark, galaxy-wide, abyssal, fully oblivion â even now: hooded, sultry, and all shades of dangerous, they felt inevitable, like they were where yours belonged. They beckoned â like they were written in all of your universes, like all the right roads led back to them.
And itâs like Eunseo reads your mind, because all of a sudden: sheâs scarlet, a very red blush dancing across her cheeks.
âOkay, pretty boy,â she starts, catching her breath. Then, gathering her hair into a ponytail: âIâm going to blow your mind.â
And without hesitation, because youâre still stuck in ten seconds ago: âYou look so cute.â
And because now she has to: âIâm already going to put you in my mouth, you donât have to flatter me anymore.â
--
Eunseoâs flipped over, her cunt inches from your lips, drawing lines along your length with her tongue. And youâd return the favor quicker, if not for how mesmerizingly methodical she was. Youâre catching glimpses of bits and pieces in the negative space between your bodies. Through her t-shirt: a flash of the flat of her tongue as she reaches the tip of your cockhead, her white nails replacing her mouth around your shaft at the top of her dips, her pretty pink pout â how they all disappear as she takes your cock down her throat. She knows all your soft spots â what you like; where you like it â and always gave you what you loved.
It feels like it all makes sense -
Your hips bucking into her mouth on her downbeats, the saccharine song she starts humming mid-bob, the precum-stained kisses sheâs leaving along your length in legato, the half-notes they send across your nervous system -
- all of you feels like it rhythmically belongs together.
âEunseo,â you manage to grit out, and you feel her smirk against your cock.
You can narrate it in your head. Hm? sheâs goading, minxy moxie maxed out. This is all it takes to make you cum? Thereâs a half-choke â a rough buck of your hips. Fingers curl around your shaft â the hum she has in the back of her throat picks up. A little bit of your cock in my mouth? Youâre like a tuning fork to it all. Youâre dizzy.
And youâd probably die then and there, if not for the last resort of your tongue on Eunseoâs cunt.
Itâs one of the only things that levels her, really.
All the build up is cut in half, tempo slowed down to a grind as you swipe long, breathy flicks of your tongue on Eunseoâs pretty pussy. Youâre pacing yourself against a water dropletârhythm in your head. Arms hooked around her thighs, thumbs tracing circles counterclockwise on her skin -
Down.
Build.
Up.
Down.
Swell.
Up.
Itâs unholy the noise she makes next.
Too adorable to just leave hanging.
âLook at you, Eunseo,â you taunt, where the start of a stanza would go, and then drop back into cadence â no air for her to respond â tongue back on her slit.Â
And against against your mouth, itâs almost like all of the candor is causal â all the forwardness just carefully-crafted camouflage to get you on her cunt â because reduced down to a mewling mess, white-knuckle around your bedsheets, spine arching to get even closer to the flat of your tongue, there is no back talk. Eunseo was yours, her cunt was all yours, and she was so willing to follow.
Doubling your efforts on her heat, lapping against her little pussy, tracing a thumb around her clit -
âBaby,â she whines.
- Eunseo knows sheâs coming undone.
And in this full-on, two-part second that youâre completely lucid to -
- she does.
At first, itâs like timeâs frozen. You can feel her tense up under your breath, cheat one last gulp of air, tighten her thighs against your forearms.
Then, everythingâs in fast forward. Eunseo unravels. Sheâs scrambling on polyester, looking for a hold, any grip to support her through how hard sheâs cumming on your tongue. The words caught in her throat catch up to her, and all the way through her high, sheâs conjoining cuss words, peaking into falsetto as you line kisses along her cunt. Son Eunseo melts against you, onto you, unwound and fully fucked.
But never enough to return the favor.
Gracefully sensual, she straddles you, catching herself on your chest, sitting square on your hips, parking up against your length â youâre caught off guard by the sharks.
Plastered against Eunseoâs shirt: an elementary guide to enough shark species to line anyoneâs trivia back pocket â Whale, Great White, Mako, Tiger, Basking -
And because now she has to: âMy eyes are up here, perv.â
And without hesitation, because this time thatâs genuinely low: âOh, fuck you.â
And not a beat after that, right against your lips, and riding further up your cock: âYou only wish.â
Eunseoâs mouth is on yours, and then soâs her tongue. And as sheâs exploring your chest with her palms, thumbing at your nipples, you can only smile. You donât know why you doubted yourself: with Eunseo, thereâs no way anythingâs a character.
Thereâs a beat that you both take, and in the next, thereâs a shirt over your face.
Youâre blinded, covered in SHEIN sheer, and â instincts taking over â you reach your hands out to grab at anything.
You find Eunseoâs waist as she takes you in her pussy.
Itâs hot, itâs tight, itâs needy. Sheâs getting you both back on beat, picking up the pace, up-and-down on your cock, side-to-side on your hips â youâre trying to keep up.
Your grip tightens, and itâs downright unholy: your thumbs touch at her belly button.
Sheâs so small, so tight, so in your hands, and so fucked, so fucked, so fucked -
âCum in me,â Eunseo exhales, then suffixes: âin me, in me, in me.â
Your head goes into overdrive â itâs a time bomb: pulsing, racing, tensing; itâs a million miles a second, and so fucking dangerous. Youâre gritting your teeth, crushing her waist in your grip -
And because now you have to, and in lossless lucidity: âEunseo, fuck off.â
Sheâs so fucked.
And you know in the moment that follows -
How quickly she finds her place under you, picking up where her fingers were last on your cock â kissing, twisting, sucking, her matte white fingernails hypnotic up and down your shaft -
How guttural the moan you let out feels, like it comes from your tailbone -
How hushed the holy shit is on your lips as Eunseo swallows load after milky load -
- how fucked you are, too.
(You always will be.)
--
Thereâs a little song and dance you play after Eunseo pops back out of the bathroom.
Again: itâs not either of your first times with each other, but like routine â still and forever â youâre falling into characters you know and love.
Eunseoâs laying it on thick, walking like a textbook taught her how to: drummed-up and exaggerated, heel-toe, heel-toe. Hands folded behind her back, sheâs in this half-bend, lips pursed, eyes wandering: suddenly fascinated in the brushwork on your walls or how light catches random trinkets, bending over to the left, the right, and just under to make sure their shadows are still there. Itâs all but complete, just missing a laid back whistle; itâs all comically stupid, just always the most adorable thing.
Of course â and only after two full minutes of the charade, drawn out and profusely slow-burned; only after youâve rolled your eyes so hard they might stick, tension just under boiling point â her little exploration leads her to your bed.
And with that kind of setup: anything she said wouldâve landed.
So â... you donât want to put a kid in me âŠâ absolutely does.
Her headâs in your lap now, face cracked in this darling half-giggle.
Outwitting Eunseo is a losing game. You never win. Not against the air that lingers around her, peppered sweet and spicy, intoxicating even when you were both sober. Not against her expert balance of prickly and precious, cutesy-cocky carefully-crafted. Not against the crescents in her eyes when youâre this deep into a bit. You donât really have to.
She kisses you, and it tastes like the promise of time: that youâll always have more.
Itâs pre-teen sweet, spiked with hands brushing soft spots: itâs goofy, itâs whole, and youâre both giggling â trading tender breaths, sharing secrets in the exhales, melting smiles into each othersâ.
Here â in between the playful banter, nose-to-nose with Son Eunseo â youâre complete.
âWant a coffee?â
(And itâs probably the only thing youâve done once and only once. You should make the coffee.)
âIâll make us two.â
--
:')
feel like everything's been fast paced recently, so hope not cringe to say that this has been a serious refuge for me. domestic... interplay (?) is so fun to explore, and i could probably tease out established relationship footsies switchy blurry lines forever â hope you enjoyed!
thank you @majorblinks for the beta (my twin flame and no one is ever going to do it like us), @chunksworld for giving me the push to write eunseo (guys girl enjoyers!), and @passingnotions for everything in between (u next.)
#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#reader insert#idol x male reader#idol x reader#wjsn smut#eunseo smut#kpop fluff#wjsn eunseo
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