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Jason Todd NSFW A-Z
Warnings 18+:
Adult language and themes
*sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar errors
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)Â
Jason would hold you, grip firm, but comforting, almost as if grounding himself in this moment. He would mummer to you in that rough Bowery accent. âFucking shit, hon..â while kissing your neck. It takes a little for him to clean up and to let you do the same (he's very lazy at this point), but when he does, he spoils you. He runs you a warm bath and brings you your favorite snack, along with the softest pjs ever. The best part is the deep tissue massage he gives you to release the rest of that tension they may linger. âI said I would get all of the knots out, didnât I?âÂ
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)Â
Jason really doesnât have a favorite part of his own body. His hands maybe. They can bring on destruction, but also build and mend things he thought he was only capable of destroying. He loves using them to squeeze your thighs. Thatâs his favorite part, if he had to choose. He loves all of you. Â
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)Â
I fully believe he's into facials and cumming in your mouth. Something about holding your face with one hand, thumb and index finger squishing your cheeks as he rubs his leaking cock against your lips, glossing them with precum. When he cums, his smacking your face with it. Extra points if you stick out your tongue.Â
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)Â
Secret recordings and photos. He gets off on rewatching the filthy things he does to you. Heâs not much of a porn guy, since he only wants you. Other people donât really interest him in that aspect. So, when he goes on those long missions and canât see you for a while, he has something to keep him motivated.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)Â
Heâs had a few partners, but nothing really special. Not like you. Just basic sex after he came back from the pit, but his body was still settling in itself. Growing pains and all that he had to endure all at once. He has the know-how and some top tier equipment, so what he lacks in experience he makes up in that. Either way, you're a soaking mess when heâs done. The longer you're with him, the better and better it getsÂ
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)Â
Doggy style. Hands down, He loves watching your pussy take his full length to the base âYou like that? Get that ass up. You can take itâ . He also enjoys cowgirl when you both in the mood, but doesnât wanna move around too much. Perfect for those sore post patrol nights and he wants to get you off. Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)Â
Neither goofy or serious. A complete bastard. Jason gets that shit eating grin on his face when heâs slamming into you and you making you whimper in pleasure. âAll that talk and you can barely take it.â He chuckles. âAnd you think I was gonna let you off easy?â Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)Â
Definitely trimmed. He doesnât really care as long as it's neat down there. Dark trail of hair. Not really much to say.Â
Always clean.Â
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)Â
Kind of a prick. Jason is naturally an aggressive guy, so I canât really see him being gentle in bed unless you ask him to. He wonât hurt you in anyway, but he fucks in the mattress until youâre unable to walk properly. Â
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)Â
Not really into it. Jason would rather wait to have the real thing than bore himself with a porno. Why waste time with that? However mutual masturbation can get him going. Intense making out while he jerks off and you touch yourself drives him feral. âThose goddamn noises you make, doll. Gonna make me lose my shitâÂ
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)Â
Lingerie. Especially his color. Lace makes him rock hard. He likes to choke you too. Pull your hair. His major kink is definitely edging..teasing and teasing..and teasing some more until he feels like letting you cum. âToo much? Look at you. Youâre squirming and soak already. I havenât even put my cock in you yet.â Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)Â
Home. Anywhere in his apartment is game. He has security measures up the ass there and I donât see him being a public sex kinda man. Too many risks. The exception is the Batcave.. heâll hack the security there, fuck you on the training mat and then leave your assprint on the hood of the Batmobile. Wouldnât even bother deleting the footage either. This asshole would make eye contact with the camera and flip it off on the way out. Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)Â
Arguments with you get him going. Especially when it's really heated. Heâll fuck the attitude right out of you. âBabe, curb the âtude before I fuck it out of yaâ In contrast, his desire is also awakened when you're...just....talking. Your voice puts him in a state. âJust keep talking, please..â He breathes as he palms himself. Stress relief after patrol is another motivator. Heâll wash up the blood and carry you to the bed. âI need you like crazy, câmereâÂ
*Bonus. Not really a turn on...but heâll demolish you out of jealousy. Say, if he felt like someone like Dick was trying something (Dick would never but Jason can be a delusional baby sometimes, letâs face it). It's a self-esteem thing for him. âEveryone wants the pretty golden boy. What, donât I fuck you good enough.â Oh, he certainly does.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)Â
Consent is key. Jason Todd is a mean prick during sex and can sometimes get carried away, but the moment you show the slightest display of unwillingness in your eyes, heâll stop immediately. Heâll go soft and it may take a while to get him hard again. He could never hurt you and if ever accidently did, he wouldnât forgive himself. Â
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)Â
Loves giving as much as receiving. Jason will eat you out like he's starving, your legs pushed up and everything. Heâll make you scream his name as he traces it with his tongue. âHold still and stop squirming, will you? Iâm trying to fuckinâeat.â Then when he's leaning back against the couch, muscular arms resting up and you're on your knees on the floor in front of him, heâll forgive you a little if you canât go down all the day. âToo big? Poor youâ Heâll coo almost mockingly. I donât really feel choking my pretty girl out. Take a deep breath and take it slowâ The sounds that come out of him though? Goddamn.Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)Â
Normally rough and medium paced. Not fast or slow. Heâs not gentle. I don't care what anyone says. When I say heâll fuck you into oblivion, I mean it. That doesnât translate that he doesn't enjoy slow and sensual love making, he does. It's just that sex is a stress reliever for him, so he wants to release it as much as possible. âYou can take it, huh? Look at me, sweetheart. Look at me. I can always fuck you harder, you knowâ Â
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)Â
Jason likes to take his time. He would only want a quickie if he was on patrol and its quiet. Heâll sneak into your window. And after briefly scolding (lovingly) you for your cheap ass, shit locks. Heâll fuck you into the mattress, leaving a puddle. Then heâll kiss you as heâs leaving before getting caught by Bruce. Â
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)Â
I feel like he's pretty open. I think the one main thing he wouldn't do would be those gas station enhancement pills or things like ecstasy etc.. After his mom and being on the streets, heâs not really eager to put anything like that in his body. Also, anything that could cause harm or injury. I really donât see him being into thing like gunplay, even if you are. âThese are for work, not play, baby girl. Though I like your enthusiasm, let's keep those separate.âÂ
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)Â
Nonstop. The Lazarus pit gave him an endurance boost. An extra perk if you will. Useful for knocking out his enemies and for going round after round in more ways than one. He can last as long as he wants. âDonât tap out now, love. Iâm only getting started.â Â
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)Â
I have a personal fantasy of using a vibrating cock ring on Jason. He would like that cause it gives both you and him pleasure. His cock would be twitching like hell. Make him stutter his words. âFuck..youâre killing me..and Iâve been dead. Keep this on me and it might actually do the job this time.âÂ
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)Â
Bastard. That is all. Â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)Â
Jason is a breathy swearer. This man cusses a lot when shit gets hot and heavy. No surprise there. âFuck..fuck..just like that. Fuck yes. Such a good fucking girl. Make me cum, sweetheart. FuckâÂ
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)Â
He doesnât watch porn to get off. He watches them for the corny plots and laughs at them. Youâll catch him and you think he would have his hand down his pants. Nope. Heâs eating chips and laughing.Â
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)Â
Under his black Under Armor boxers, the man is packing. Long and a little thick with that vein that runs on the underside. Eye candy when heâs in sweatpants. âKeep staring with you mouth open like that and Iâll put it to useâ hell joke.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)Â
Very high, but not uncontrollable. Jason is a patient man and has no problem waiting for you to be in the mood.Â
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)Â
Doesnât fall asleep quickly. Heâs the type to smoke a cigarette with you (if you smoke) on the balcony as he holds you. Heâs used to being up all night, so he would only nap post sex if if the afternoon so it doesnât mess with the sleep schedule. âCome here and cuddle babe. We can order something for take outâÂ
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Hi, I love your writing it is so good. I just read your foster human story and was wondering if like one, Did she come from an abusive house hold? and two, how would the 141 react to reader flinching or something like that?
Hello, thanks for the compliment! Hope you like the next parts to come!
Reader didnât exactly come from an abusive household. Theyâve been in the system since birth and have experienced a lot of different foster homesâsome better than others.
Reader isnât unfamiliar with rough hands or taking hits from angry or frustrated foster parents. Theyâve taken enough hits to instinctively flinch away when hands move too fast in their direction.
And the 141 is also not unfamiliar with foster kids. After their own kids left the nest (literally kkk), they began fostering. Almost all the kids who came through their care were somewhat cautious about physical touch.
They are not surprised about your reaction...
...But that does not mean they are happy about it.
Thatâs partly why they keep wanting to touch you. Itâs their way of reassuring you that their touch is safe and gentle, even though theyâre much bigger than you. Theyâre trying to get you used to their presence and touch without making you feel threatened or sending you running.
And if they ever see anyoneâreally, anyoneâhurting children much smaller than themselves for no good reason, you can bet they wonât stand by in the face of such injustice.
I mean, they were military, special forces. What do they expect, not to receive a rough push and a snarl in their face if they do something stupid like this?
#poly141#poly!141#cod#foster child!reader#teen!reader#kid!reader#simon ghost riley#john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#wraith!ghost#werewolf!soap#dragon!price#harpy!gaz#monster 141 au#monster au#cod mw2#cod mw3#tf 141#dad!price#dad!ghost#dad!soap#dad!gaz#hybrid 141#human!Reader#platonic!141
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As an Ao3 author, I love giving headcanons that'd probably anger a certain side of the Batman fandom, but I personally don't care because it makes great angst and, again, I'm an Ao3 author and chronically ill!
First up! Dick Grayson, I like the idea of him having ADHD, of course, BUT... joint hypermobility syndrome.
(Joint Hypermobility Syndrome: Joint hypermobility syndrome is a connective tissue disorder. Thick bands of tissue (ligaments) hold your joints together and keep them from moving too much or too far out of range. In people with joint hypermobility syndrome, those ligaments are loose or weak. If you have joints that are more flexible than normal and it causes you pain, you may have joint hypermobility syndrome.)
Chronic pain fits him, don't ask, because as the eldest child with chronic pain and hypermobiltiy syndrome, trust, he has that look in his eye that he's been walking on swollen knees for the past twelve hours, had three mental breakdowns, and is still pushing through because SOMEBODY has to deal with this bull.
That's also the reason he wears freakin' spandex-- only, it's for compression! He wears compression items to help with swelling and pain TRUST, and let me have this because the math maths (it probably doesn't, but let me have this.)
He's got chronic fatigue, he's gotten used to popping dislocated joints back into place, Bruce was so confused how he dislocated and sprained so many bones so quickly when out as Robin. It's genetic, of course, Bruce finds. But he has money, and Dick powers through it all! Till he develops arthritis in his early thirties/ late twenties and actually hates everything because WHAT AND WHY--
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Next up! JASON TODD! I have no proof, evidence, and it doesn't have to make sense but I like giving him asthma sometimes for the angst potential of if he didn't have it, he wouldn't have died in the explosion.
He didn't die from said explosion, nor JUST the smoke inhalation, but because he had an asthma attack, on the ground, bones broken, unable to breath because his inhaler did NOT survive the blast, if he even had it on him.
And that's why he wears helmet with so, so many filters in it now...
Also, being a street kid who struggles to even get his medication that keeps him alive? Peak angst, being to poor to afford your medication because the American healthcare system is actually trashy garbage.
R.I.P. Jason Todd, you would've loved clean air--
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ANEMIC TIM DRAKE! But I up you, Tim Drake with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS)
(POTS: Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) is a condition that causes your heart to beat faster than normal when you transition from sitting or lying down to standing up. Itâs a type of orthostatic intolerance.)
Read ONE SINGLE FIC/ SERIES with this and I've loved it since because what do you mean he randomly falls asleep anywhere? No, forget your canon, he passed out and people think he just fell asleep... NOpe, he passed out, sorry random lady he was on a date with!
(The majority of people are AFAM but we aren't ready for my trans Tim headcanons yet either.)
(Youâre at a higher risk of developing POTS after experiencing the following stressors:
Significant illnesses, such as viral illnesses like mononucleosis or serious infections.
Physical trauma, such as a head injury.)
Ngl, my dude gets a LOT of physical trauma (and mental--) also, losing a spleen? Surgery and at risk of viral illnesses? I'm sorry, but I need him to suffer more because I like when Tim Drake suffers horribly.
Now, despite having this condition, I am no expert, but also his caffiene/ energy drink addiction is from chronic fatigue, he shouldn't drink it, it's not healthy or good for him, but he stopped caring between the spleen loss and whatever the "Drake" run he did was because what even was that name?--
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Damian is autistic and I will DIE ON THAT HILL--
No, I won't explain and you can't make me.
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#headcanons#batman#bruce wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#chronically ill#chronic illness#chronic pain#chronic fatigue#pots#pots syndrome#hypermobility#asthma#angst
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đ can't keep your hands to yourself, can you? [gepard x gn!reader]
NOTE: minors and ageless blogs DNI. 571 words. i haven't written proper reader insert, much less smut, in a while //head in hands
TAGS: thigh riding, gepard awakening that service top in him idk, possible fwb or one night stand situation (relationship is vague) but gepard likes the reader romantically
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âThat⌠was amazing.â Gepard lets out a shaky breath as you look down at him. His eyes are fixed on how you use your hand to wipe off that bit of drool and spent from the corner of your mouth.
A chuckle escapes your lips, bringing the blond man back to reality. âGlad to hear it.â You look at him with an amused smile, and Gepard shifts uncomfortably underneath you.
âBut⌠What about you?â
He was utterly drained after you sucked the life out of him (heh), but he couldnât deny that it was unfair for him to be the only one who came undone between the two of you. The flash of confusion in your eyes doesnât go unnoticed.
âMe? Iâm good.â You shake your head, looking fondly at the pout on Gepardâs face at your words. âI know youâre exhausted. Donât worryâ I feel satisfied just looking at your cute little face.â Your voice takes on a teasing tone as you cup his face a tad too gently for this to be anything casual.
âI insist.â He squeezes your thighs gently, âI want to make you feel good, too. And I wonât take no for an answer.â
There it wasâ that Landau stubbornness of his.
âPlease.â
Coupled with those puppy dog eyes of his, you just couldnât resistâŚ
âAlright,â You let out a defeated sigh, moving down to press your clothed sex against his thigh. âBut you donât have to do anything.â Thereâs a look of protest on Gepardâs face, yet he doesnât say anything when you give an experimental grind onto his muscular thigh. âLet me do all the work and you can watch, okay?â
âOkay.â Gepard says, a bit too quickly, mesmerized with how you start to move your hips in a steady rhythm against his thigh. Feeling the wetness from your underwear burning hot on his skin. Your consideration of his stamina was sweetâ he knew that he made the right choice by falling in love with you, even if you didnât see him in that way yet.
âUse me.â You had murmured against his lips a while ago. Those words kept ringing in his ears since then, and Gepard would love nothing else but to show you that you werenât just someone to be used as stress relief.
You had told him to just watch, but his hands twitch every time you let out a sigh while grinding on him, the wet spot on your underwear growing more prominent by the minute. He wants to touch you. To make you feel the same bliss he experienced from your mouth earlier. His expression was cute, you said. Maybe you would make the same face. He wants to see it.
Gepard is a disciplined man, but he doesnât think he can obey your request of just watching any longer. He gingerly places his hands on your thighs, pleased with how you gasped at the sensation.Â
âLet me help you, please.â He knows how to get you by now, using that sweet tone and puppy eyes on you once more. A weak nod from you is all that it takes for him to grab your hips, squeezing just enough to control your movement, and setting the pace. The whine you let out just eggs him on, and he swears that he felt his cock twitch in anticipation, despite having just released earlier.
âŚHe could get used to this.
#my writing#gepard x reader#gepard smut#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr smut#fuck it im posting it on main#reader insert
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ââĄâ¸â¸ đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹâ There it was , the camera you always used in your younger years to record yourself at least once a week or record special moments â it was your little diary. You filmed yourself growing up , significant moments â it also included your love story with your husband and your child . Surely watching all the footage wouldn't be bad, right? ââĄâ¸â¸đđ¨đ§đđđ˘đ§đŹâ sfw content, lovestory, wedding ceremony, only the ending is in the present (everything else is from the past), "present time" plays in 2032, Reader is the same age as Sunghoon, kissing , young teens in love ââĄâ¸â¸ đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đâ 3k
ââĄâ¸â¸ đđ¨đĽđĽđ˛'đŹ đđ¨đđâ Not gonna lie , i got a bit emotional while writing this, reblogs and feedback are appreciated!
A silver colored Digital camera with cute stickers on it and a beaded charm , that was the camera you used when you were younger â it was dusty now , you havenât used or touched it in a while. Itâs fascinating how many precious things one can find while cleaning the attic â old pictures , clothes your child wore as a baby , a box that contained stuff from highschool and college , but the most precious thing was your digital camera â a tiny memory card in it that held years of precious memories , a quick look wouldnât hurt , right?
"It's the 15th of December in 2019 , I'm currently 17 years old", You moved your hand away from the camera as you turned it on , an awkward smile on your face as you looked at it. "Oh wow... this is really awkward.. Hello Diary or future me or anyone who found it i guess ? I've decided to lead a little video diary to watch back in the future , hopefully with a Partner by my side and possibly a child ? I thought it would be cute to watch it together in the future and watch me grow up or to look back on good memories. But that's not the only reason , this will be very embarrassing for me if i will end up with someone else but â i met a really cute boy at the Ice rink today. He doesnât know I exist yet but Iâm planning on going to the Ice rink again tomorrow and hopefully see him again! Heâs really cute , very handsome and a bit anti-social so I donât know if I will have the courage to talk to him tomorrow â heâs unapproachable! From what I have seen , heâs a figure skater â Itâs like heâs flying on Ice with how graceful his movements are , like a bird who got freed from its cage. Well , whoever is watching this and I didnât end up with him and has to watch me talk about another boy â I am very sorry!â, an almost embarrassed expression made its way on your face , your hand that was covered by your sleeve covering your mouth to cover up the silly grin you had on your face as you let out a squeal of embarrassment before hurriedly shutting off the camera.
God , your expressions never changed , you still had that same expression whenever you were embarrassed. The next video started to play, but it wasnât a video of you â it was a video of Sunghoon when he was younger. The video dated back to a week later of the first video you filmed â it seems like you didnât have the courage to talk to him after the first video after all.
He wore his usual training tracksuit he always wore when he trained , a monotone expression on his face. The camera followed the directions he glided across the ice to , his movements experienced and graceful, he looked so free on the ice rink â the ice rink was his home. âLook at her watching him with that flustered expressionâ, it was your friend's voice , the camera panning to you â a small fond smile on your face as your eyes practically sparkled while watching him before you looked at the camera in embarrassment. âShut up!â, you giggled shyly as you tried to move the camera away from you but soon got distracted by watching him again , a soft sigh falling from your lips as you watched him do an axel. Your friend put their hand on your shoulder as they gently shook you. âCome on (Y/n) , just talk to him! The worst he can do is say no or ignore you!â, your friend laughed softly as they tried to encourage you to talk to him before the video cut off. It started to film again , your friend seemingly filming you secretly as you did your move on him. Your back got filmed so only Sunghoon was visible from the front â a surprised expression on his face before his cheeks flushed as he grinned while nodding his head. Your friend whispered a quiet âYes!â as you got Sunghoonâs number , their happiness and excitement for you is visible in their voice. Your friend continued to film the whole interaction before you walked towards them once Sunghoon had to get back to training , a happy and excited expression on your face as you tried to suppress your squeals but they ultimately came out once you reached your friend. You were so happy on that day after finally being able to talk to the boy who you had been eyeing and also getting his number.Â
The video ended and the next videos were just you filming Sunghoon on several days when he was ice skating , it was clear how much he loved it â his first love , the ice rink , that would never change. Your voice could be heard in the background , silently gushing about how pretty he looks on ice and how good he is at ice skating â compliments that always made his heart swell up with pride. There were also short clips you had taken when you were with Sunghoon , having met up regularly to hang out or watch him practice â short clips from the scenery you two were at , pictures of when Sunghoon took you out and youâd see something looked pretty, pictures of Sunghoon or short clips of the two of you. Your smile was so bright and whenever youâd look away , Sunghoon would look at you with eyes as soft as a pillow â eyes sparkling with a fond smile on his face. He was falling for you.
The next video played but you were giggling while glancing to your left before you spoke up. âItâs been a while since I last properly filmed something , itâs the 14th of february 2020 and , Sunghoon over here wanted me to film my reaction to somethingâ, you panned the camera into his direction to which heâd grin and cover his face with the sleeve of his sweater before moving out of frame. âDonât show me! Itâs embarrassing!â, he could be heard whining in the background to which you could only giggle. Judging by your Background , the two of you were in your room. You sat up a bit and placed your camera on your window ledge since you two were on your bed that was right next to your window. âAlright , close your eyesâ, Sunghoon said as he was rummaging through his back judging by the rustling noises and you did close your eyes â the corners of your lips twitching as you tried to bite back the smile that was starting to grow on your face.
With your hands held open and eyes closed , you felt something getting placed in your hand â your cheeks growing hot as you opened your eyes just to see a small black velvet box in your hands. You looked at Sunghoon in surprise to which he just urged you to open it with a shy smile on his face. You slowly opened the box and the camera captured your expression perfectly , the look of genuine surprise on your face was a sight he loved. âSunghoon, this was probably so expensive!â, you gasped as your nimble fingers lifted up the thin silver chain with a delicate heart pendant attached to it , an icy blue gem in the middle of it â there was something under the gem that made it look as if the blue gem was frozen on the inside. âNothingâs too expensive if it makes you happyâ, Sunghoon mumbled as he moved into the frame , your mattress dipping under his weight as he kneeled behind you and brushed your hair to the side before grabbing the necklace from your fingers â the silver was cool against your skin as he held it in front of you and locked the clasp.
âDonât look at me⌠I have something to tell youâ, Sunghoon started with a soft sigh as he placed his hands on your shoulders before he ran them down your arms , his hand finding yours while his chest was pressed against your back with his chin on your shoulder. He didnât care if he was going to get rejected or not since your camera was still running â it would be embarrassing if you were to reject him on camera but it would be a great memory if you accept it. â(Y/n).... Iâm not really good with expressing my emotions or feelings so I apologize if this will be awkward, Iâm trying my best but⌠I really like you. Youâre more than just a friend to me , if I had to compare you to something, Iâd compare you to an Ice rink. With you I can be myself , I donât have to put on an act â you make me feel free and like nothing could ever get to me. You donât judge me or tell me to be different , youâre always there for me and support and comfort me. You turn the thoughts in my head off and make me feel at peace. IâŚI want to go out with you⌠but only if you want to as well?â, the camera focused on you as you tried to stay calm but on the inside , your heart was doing backflips while Sunghoon felt as if his heart was going to jump out any second with how hard it was pounding against his chest â he just indirectly told you that you were his first love. You turned your head a little to the side so you could look at him , his eyes shifting to look back at you. âI want to , I really do. You donât know how happy youâve made me with thatâ, you said with a silly smile on your face , his facial expression matching yours as he heard what you had said â his arms moving to circle around your waist to hug you. His eyes were intensively staring into you â a hint of hesitance and desire glimmering in his brown orbs. âCan I kiss you..?â, he whispered softly , your heart doing another flip as you nodded your head gently â his right hand moved up to the side of your face as he leaned in , turning your face more towards him as best as he could , keeping your position in mind , before kissing you gently.
âOh we were so young and so in love.â , the corners of his lips twitched up into a subtle smile.
There werenât any videos after that from the same year ,the year after , the year after the last year and the year after the last year again. The next video was a video that was cut together , a long one that didnât have an ending to it , you didnât finish editing it. It started with the previously watched videos before there was a huge jump â you looked older , more mature , this was back in 2026. A bright smile was on your face , your eyes shining so brightly that they could light up a whole room. You wore a white dress , your hands covering your mouth as you looked at your reflection , eyes teary and looking like diamonds shimmering in the light. âItâs the 14th of February in 2026 andâŚ. I canât believe it , my best friend is getting marriedâ, it was your best friend's voice trembling with emotions , they were close to tears , just like you were. They moved towards you to film you as you dabbed your tears away from the inner corners of your eyes to ruin your makeup , your giggles being heard clearly on the footage. âIâm getting married to the love of my life , I canât believe this is trueâ, you sniffled as you smiled into the camera. There was a cut and the next scene came , Sunghoonâs mother and sister hugging you while complementing how pretty you looked in your wedding dress before your Mom placed the veil on your head , handing you your bouquet of forget-me-not â possibly an usual flower to use for a wedding bouquet but you didnât care ,you liked the meaning of them. âAre you ready?â, your mom asked softly as she put her hands on your shoulder , her eyes teary as she looked at you â her little girl was getting married ,the day had come and your mother wasnât sure if she was the one ready for it. âYesâ, you nodded your head as you gave your mom a soft smile before she hugged you.
There was another cut and the next scene played , the wedding ceremony started. The beautiful tunes of the pipe organ started the ceremony , the wooden doors opening as you walked in with your dad by your side , the camera panned to film Sunghoon who was nervously waiting for you by the altar. His hands were trembling as you finally stood in front of him , his hand taking yours gently as he whispered something that couldnât be heard â but his lips moved so clearly that anyone could see that he whispered that you looked beautiful. Your backs turned to the camera as the priest spoke up and you exchanged your vows. Your friend zoomed the camera in to clearly capture Sunghoon and you putting your rings on each other before he slowly lifted your veil. He was no crier, he rarely cried but to get married to the girl he loved got his waterworks working , his glossy eyes twinkling in the eyes as he exhaled a shaky breath while he caressed the side of your face with his left hand. âYou may kiss the Brideâ, he didnât need to be told twice as he leaned down and gently kissed you , cheers and happy crying erupting in the church as the deal had been sealed. The video cut again and the next shots were from the wedding â you throwing your bouquet and his sister catching it , the two of you cutting your wedding cake , the two of you having your wedding dance before switching to him dancing with his mother and you dancing with your dad before the video cut again. The change of scenery was you filming a house while the âsoldâ sign was being removed from the lawn , Sunghoon could be seen carrying furniture into the house together with your Father in law and your own dad before you turned the camera towards you.
âItâs the 10th of July in 2027 and weâve finally moved out of our Apartment and are in the process of moving into our new House. Baby ,we did it! The renovations are finally done and we can start our own family properly!â, you said in excitement with a bright smile on your face. âWe did it⌠weâve gotten so far , Iâm so proud of usâ, your voice cracked a little as you started to get emotional as realization finally hit you. âWeâre married , have our own home and⌠it wonât be long until weâll finally meet our little Princessâ,you moved the camera in an angle that showed your swollen belly , you were 6 months pregnant at the time â you were glowing , looking so pretty in your gorgeous sundress. Your eyes were starting to get teary as all the emotions hit you at once and you pointed the camera to the ground as you tried to pull yourself together. âAre you okay my love? Why are you crying? Do you not feel good?â, Sunghoonâs worried voice could be heard as he came to you , the shadows on the pavement showing that he was hugging you and kissing your forehead while you laughed softly and sniffled that you were just getting emotional.
The video cut again and this time it was Sunghoon who was filming, his tone hushed as he spoke. âItâs the 15th of October 2027 and⌠our little girl is finally hereâ, he turned the camera so it was focused on you sleeping in the hospital bed with your newborn sleeping on your chest â his fingers adjusting your hospital gown since it was pulled down a bit as you were breastfeeding previously. His hand moved up to your face , gently brushing your messy hair away from your forehead. âMy pretty girlâŚ. Iâm so proud of you , you did so well and now , our pretty princess has set foot into the world , our little angelâ, his tone was soft and hushed , barely a whisper as he moved the cameras a bit to film your sleeping baby girl , his fingers gently touching the newborns hand just for the small hand to open and grasp onto his index finger. âMy pretty girls⌠I will do anything to protect the two of youâ, with that , the video cut again and the next video clips started to play. Clips of your daughter growing up , from her starting to crawl to her first time standing , from her first steps to her teeth growing and her starting to speak, to her first time swimming and her crying when Sunghoon had to be away for a couple days â she was a daddyâs girl for sure. But then , there was nothing , you havenât filmed for a while.
His small smile shifted into a sad one , his eyes filled with grief â how would you be able to film when you werenât here anymore? It happened two years ago , a car accident â you fell into a coma before ultimately passing away. He couldnât stop grieving , not now , not in ten years , not even when heâs old and wrinkly â maybe not even until he will die. He had to fight back his tears , he couldnât cry , not now , not when he knew that his little princess was watching him right now. âDaddyâŚ. I miss mommyâŚâ, the little girl said , he wasnât aware that she went to look for him and found him in the attic watching the videos â the little girl watching from behind. He sighed softly as he gathered himself but his glossy eyes couldnât be hidden as he turned around to look at his daughter and opened his arms to hug her as she walked towards him.
âMe too⌠Daddy misses Mommy too âŚâ
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Basically, get over it. I know thatâs pretty harsh. I know thatâs easier said than done. But if you hold your lives hostage here, youâll lose everything youâre trying to hold onto. Trust Eddie. Heâs OCCASIONALLY right. Very occasionally. Like, mostly this one time. (Okay, heâs glaring again. How does he know?) ((He says itâs because Iâm smirking.))
Alright. Better end this. Quit before I get too silly.Â
Go home, Buck. All you have to do is be ready to. Trust me. I know you better than anyone.
Lots of love,
Me! You? Us.Â
Buck
(PS. Eddie will tell you he doesnât need to be proposed to because you both already agreed to get married and have Nico and all that. Heâs a dirty liar.)
Buck reads the letter three times before choking back a sob. Still, he makes a loud sort of noise. He feels relieved. He feels like an idiot. He feels scared. He feels⌠Loved? Maybe. Maybe he just feels loved.Â
The bedroom door bursts open. Eddie stumbles through, looking panicked.
âAre you okay?â Eddie demands.Â
Buck sighs. He extends the letter towards Eddie, hand trembling a little, though heâs not sure exactly why.Â
Wordlessly, Eddie walks over to him, takes the letter, and then moves to sit on the edge of the bed to read it. Buck waits nervously, arms hugged to his own chest as if to keep himself ravelled together, while Eddieâs eyes scan the pages. Eventually, Buck canât bear it anymore. He just stares at the floor. He feels like heâs going to fall over.Â
Eddie must read it more than once in the time it takes him to speak.Â
âOh, Buck,â he says eventually. Buck looks up at him, holding his breath. âCâmere.â
Sheepish, Buck crosses the room and sits next to Eddie.Â
Eddie puts the letter down and pulls Buck into a hug they both have to sort of awkwardly twist for.Â
âSorry,â Buck mumbles.Â
âDonât be sorry,â Eddie says. âI just⌠You thought Iâd leave you?â
âNo one has ever lasted seven years, Eddie,â Buck whispers.
âWell⌠I almost have,â Eddie says.Â
âIt doesnât count if we havenât experienced it yet,â Buck sighs. âIsnât that your whole argument from earlier?â
âNot what I mean,â Eddie says.Â
Buck pulls back and stares at him. âThen what do you mean?â
âItâs more like six years, for us now. I mean, in 2024. Weâve known each other for six years.â
Buck blinks. âButâŚâ
âMaybe future you, asshole, is right. It took me a long time to get my shit together. Whatever. Iâve been here for six years. So whatâs seven more? And whatever we have after that?â
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You're on here! And you're doing another animation!! And its with saint!!! I'm literally vibrating with excitement. I found Tiny Alien when it was at 37 views and seeing it grow to what it is now was surreal but really deserved for the quality. How do you do your backgrounds? Those struck me as super detailed while most animatics do much lower detail ones. I imagine silent construct will be a pain to do the backgrounds for haha
BACKGROUNDS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT RAIN WORLD EVER! I literally installed the game after I saw screenshots of, if I remember right, farm arrays?
Rain world is The World I love it so much.
I spent my school years in the village and then moved to the city to go to college. I hated city environments so much. BUT AFTER RW I LOVE INDUSTRIAL LANDSCAPES AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE FANTASY FOREST
There are some spoilers for animatic backgrounds! Yes, silent construct is a pain to draw, but where is not that much frames of it
If you are asking for some tips for backgrounds. My favorite one is about use of color. This may be obvious for experienced artists but it helped me so much back in time
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Golden Dawn Headcanons (Because I love them)
David chugs 7 espresso shots every single day and stays up until 4 AM. His favourite thing to do, not counting betting, is throwing darts as it eases him.
Siren has an iguana and a bonzai tree that he takes care of. Siren uses some of his money for better equipment.
Hamon makes sure that Alecdora has his daily intake once he heard that he lost weight due to stress and if you have a diet, he will help you the best that he could.
Letoile spends most of her time researching maps and about the villages and their culture. She is one of the few people that knows every Wizard King in order (the rest are: Julius, William, Nozel, Fuego and Charlotte).
Klaus has 2 younger siblings and that is why he is so experienced being the mom friend.
Langris, after the Elf Arc, reads books about self help and how to heal mentally after a taxxing day.
Mimosa has the rest of her squad's information ready at all times, such as events, likes and dislikes, which might or might result in some blackmail.
William enjoys tea so much that there is a whole room the size of a church dedicated to all kinds of tea.
Yuno is the worst sleeper on the planet. He takes all of the blankets, sleeps on his stomach, moves around like crazy and his hair? An absolute mess. It takes him 10 minutes to get out of bed.
#i love all of them#holding them gently#black clover#yuno grinberryall#yuno#mimosa vermillion#klaus lunettes#william vangeance#david swallow#siren tiulm#letoile becquerel#hamon caesus#alecdora sandler#langris vaude
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Jackmas Day 22/23: REDESIGN!!!!
My redesign is done, this time in COLOR!! or at least digital instead of pencil. BUT YAY!!!! I love LJ so much I love my redesign she's so cute I love her anyway yap in the read more <<3333
EDIT: I put a little red silhouette behind her so you could see her hair better cause the image is transparent <333
tw: child death (1 year old),
cw: oc x canon, implied canon x canon, fankids, angsty themes (see above tw)
in her last one it was mostly about her backstory and stuff but i want to explain some of the design choices here too as well as some minor beginnings of polycule lore (mostly just her and reena)
If you have eyes, you'll see that she has hearts broken and unbroken all over her. LJ was born to take care of Isaac, and when he went to boarding school and abandoned her, she finally experienced all of those negative emotions that he did. When she killed him, she was left with all of them, and she became heartbroken, because she was made for love and to be loved.
Candy Pop comes along, and LJ feels like they've been reborn. The love feelings they thrive on come back in full swing, and they have hope that this feeling will last forever and they can finally move on from Isaac. It doesn't.
Candy gets nervous, scared to be in one place after the Night Terrors assimilation, and leaves. LJ doesn't want to leave, they're content where their house is, and they don't see why he's trying to uproot everything just because he's being a baby.
Candy Pop leaves LJ a couple days later, and their only correspondence is a few text messages here and there for years. LJ falls back into that pit that she was sure she wouldn't ever go back to.
When Reena comes through, struggling with her newfound visual impairment and her baby, they begin to become friends, and this makes LJ feel nauseous. Reena could try to leave her all alone again, especially after getting on her good side and being understanding about her aversion to Nari.
LJ tells Reena she can have the house to raise Nari and anybody else who she wants, and says that Reena doesn't have to worry about LJ anymore, that she's leaving first so Reena can't leave them.
The surprising note, Reena immediately freaks out, asking LJ what she did wrong because she can't leave her too. She'll give her anything. Please don't abandon her too. And LJ realizes how stupid they were, just because it happened more than once doesn't mean its a cycle.
LJ betters herself from then on, helping to take care of Nari, mourning Nari after her death, sitting with Reena while she grieves, making Nari's new doll body so Reena can have her daughter back.
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Nari is next in line for CREATION, and its gone so long without a proper host that waiting for the next generation isn't an option. Meaning that if Nari dies, so does it. LJ, being CREATION's personal (and favorite) assistant, is tasked with creating a vessel for Nari's soul to stay in until she grows up to be merged into the entity. (froggy reference??? /j)
So LJ works tirelessly to create the best possible doll that captures everything about Nari, even pushing little pins in to resemble her horn bumps, or adding boning to the lower to make her digitigrade legs.
When she's all finished, and Nari is infused in the doll, LJ leaves her in a drawer because she's technically not alive yet, the soul needs to attach to the body (PLEASE DO NOT REALLY DO THAT TO BABIES)
They kind of. forget. about Nari. whoops.
It isn't until LJ comes home from a meeting with CREATION that she sees Reena holding a real baby and looking up at them. Neither of them say anything, LJ can tell Reena knows, and Reena can't believe she's holding her daughter again.
Reena sets her baby down on the bed (surrounding her with pillows so she can't get hurt by some invisible force (or roll off)) and goes over to LJ.
LJ and Reena's first kiss is a memory they both look back on with fondness, salty from Reena's tears, and suspiciously candy scented from LJ (they just naturally smell like that)
Reena squeezes LJ so hard, they're sure if they were human something would be dislocated, and they stay like that until Nari makes a loud noise because it's hard work connecting to a vessel!! She's hungry!!!
sighs i love my goobers....... sighs,...........
#I LOVE YOU LJ REDESIGNS#i love making cringe content like yesssss yesssssss reblog my brainworms.....#nari is the best baby ever btw she'll tell you to stack her blocks and then eat you alive#laughing jack#creepypasta fanfiction#creepypasta oc#creepypasta art#laughing jack x oc#jackmas#laughing jack creepypasta#creepypasta
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I love that yall can headcanon your Lavellan moving on, having sex with other people, just living the best life post Trespasser.
As a demisexual and someone who has demisexual OCs I can't relate.
#like...after experiencing love like that how do you move on#i dont believe for one instant Solas did#reminds me of Tolkien's story of Aegnor the elf lord and Andreth the human woman who fell in love#they couldnt be together but remained chaste because their love was so real#solas#solavellan#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#solas x lavellan#fenharel#solas x inquisitor#solas x female lavellan#solas romance#solasmance
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takiishiâs the type of guy who likes not having to lift a finger and breeding yourself on his cock never sounds bad for either of you
Venus :(
good lord mino
yeah he just sits there and takes it. watches you and looks a little bored, too. you're sweating and your hair is sticking to your skin and you're panting like a dog and the biggest mess he's making is between your legs. i think his pupils dilate real nice every time you squeeze him, and he tilts his head back with a clenched jaw when he comes. he'll only lift a finger to slap your ass when you stop moving the way he likes, or if he can tell you're only squeezing him to be a tease. he'll pinch your nipples or your clit if you piss him off too much, too...but his touch is fleeting, gone as quickly as it appears and only there to reprimand you in the first place. just take his cum as many times as he's willing to give it to you before the overstimulation has his mouth dry n brows twitching.
#the way i squinted at this notif while texting my boss#him not liking to do the work + me loving cowgirl >>>>>>>>>>>#im ... also pondering a less experienced kiishi that gets pussydrunk for the first time with you on top#and not realizing what's happening to him#hasn't touched you since you sat on his cock and you're having a hard time cumming without his help#so you keep moving even after he's filled you up and the overstimulation sets in....#it feels too good to make you stop but he also doesn't know how to handle it#takes it out on you with harsh slaps grabs squeezes twists all of it#bc wtf are you doing to him#feels the need to blindfold and put earmuffs on you next time so he can pant freely if he wishes#i've lost the plot but yeah using him like a breeding machine. yeah.#the bereaved â âą#haunts â takiishi âą#on your knees and pray â âą
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it is absolutely wild the way iâve allowed people to treat me
#every year i write an end of year recap iâve been doing it since 2019#this year So much happened but one of the big things was breaking up with my ex#and it genuinely blows my mind how badly i was treated and the fact i stayed as long as i did#year and a half of clownery when i knew after 4 months iâd been sold a lie đ#i feel so bad for past me because girlie you didnt deserve that!! nobody does!!!#itâs helped me sm in my current relationship because i know what itâs like to be the collateral for someoneâs self hatred#itâs motivated me to heal and develop self esteem so i dont do that to my wonderful partner#they have really shown me what love is and let me tell you! itâs nothing i experienced with my ex!#mind blowing mind boggling i am never letting Anyone treat me that appallingly ever again#literally crazy i wish her a lot of healing and growth cos goddamn how are you terrified of being a bad person yet treat people like you#treated me. no wayyyy no way#i so believe in that thing of what people are most scared of theyâre most likely to do#goddamn! 2023 man. wild time#valentina talks#i definitely made many a mistake which is why im not really like. Angry at her because i understand and iâve had to change a lot and grow a#lot too. i think everyone just is perpetually making mistakes and growing and thatâs okay. but it doesnât mean the people you hurt need to#forgive you or think your actions were okay#just yeesh. iâm glad itâs over and i moved on
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nanami kento is known to have a habit of crossing his legs when he sits. when he's reading, or just idly thinking. it's just something he does unconsciously, often time he doesn't even realize it himself.
yet this quickly changes after he got together with you.
now, everytime you come into the same room as him, the man quickly shifted his legs back to a regular position; you know, just in case you want to sit on lap.
fine, he wants you to sit atop of it.
this is all because he had the mistakeâone he'll gladly do over and over, of experiencing it once.
the feeling of your body pressed so close against him while you ramble on about absolutely nothing, which he listens to intently with a smile on his face; his hand running along your hair ever so softly while he hums once or twice as response to your animated chatter.
and then you rested your head on his shoulder after getting a bit tired, your strands tickling his neck in the best way possible. his hands moved smoothly to your sides, rubbing up and down. all soothed and relaxed, nanami loves the sight of you being so comfortable near him.
you probably couldn't get closer to him more than this could you? he thought, as he held you tighter nonetheless. he felt content, whole.
so yeah, in short, nanami wants you to sit on his laps.
and with how fast he does it too there's no way you don't notice the subtle change of how he sits lately. yet you don't have the heart to point how obvious he was being, so most of the times you just indulged him, no questions asked. although it's not like it wasn't enjoyable for you, it was the opposite.
not to mention the smile he wears everytime you do it... it's enough to make your knees go weak. a smile you'd go to war for, a smile that's worth doing anything he's asking for.
it seems like nanami isn't the only one who has a new habit, then.
#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#nanami fluff#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#nanami kento x reader#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento
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â đđđđ đđđđđ â . . . nicholas chavez
INNOCENT!reader x EXPERIENCED!nicholas đđ ŕŁŞË Ö´đ
SUMMARY, losing all her innocence in the backseat of nicholasâ car.
A/N, based on addison raeâs songđ¤đ¤
WARNINGS, smutttyyy
He held her head firmly in place and gave her a sloppy kiss up her neck and to her jaw. He throws her shirt over her head, grabbing the bottom of it. His finger instantly releases her black bra and tosses it aside. He lowers his head and attacks her breasts with his pink lips. She knotted her fingers in the back of his head, letting out a sigh of relief. Her skin was getting hot from his breathing against how sensitive her breast was. She squeezed her eyes tight as he moved his mouth to the other breast while holding her lower back with his hand.
The sound of their heaving breaths filled the car as he became extremely sharp. He delicately sucked on the skin as he moved his tongue up her neck. He falls over, bringing her down with him as he falls backwards. He retreated from her and grasped her skirt, guiding it down her legs. For his benefit, she just so happens not to be wearing underwear.
He throws away her skirt and moves back up to kiss her, taking a big breath as he does so. He ran his hand up her thigh and rested it in her hips as she cupped his cheek. Her gut thump and her core aches as he began grinds between her bare legs. She begs, "Nick, please," wanting nothing more than to feel him completely.
"Eager?" He gives her a quick peck and says with amusement. She can't keep motionless under him and nods wildly. He licks the tips of his two fingers while staring her in the eye. He then puts his hand down and pushes the same two fingers inside of her. He presses his fingers into her with such force that her lips separate and she struggles to keep her eyes open.
Her back curved as he swiftly worked his lengthy fingers. He watched, sat up between her open legs as if he were going to be tested on her features . "Fuck I love watching you like this." Leaning closer and kissing her lips. With a swift motion, he slides his fingers down his tight boxer underwear, revealing his cock. He removes the final item of clothing from his body and leans in to give her another kiss.
They give one other a brief, violent kiss before he slides down her neck, making her go crazy. She grips his biceps as he gives her a hard neck suck that forces her to bite her lip.
He thrusts his hips into her without thinking twice, causing her to gasp and naively take hold of him. Her legs remained extended, a sigh of relief trickling from his mouth into her throat. He begins to rock and becomes softer than normal. she moans as he meets her hips at every push.
"Shh." He soothes.
He was grunting so softly that her back was arching. As he rolled her legs into his, she encircled his well-defined hips. He rests his forehead on her, keeping his hand on her mouth. As he thrust his body into her, causing her body to rock beneath him, his staggered pants were deep. Every time he pushed into her body, her weak legs collapse off his back, and her feet trail after his flexing thighs. She felt herself wanting to scream as he slid into her exposed legs.
She whimpered, "Please," into his hand, earning a shush from him. He plants a kiss on her lips as they both inhale deeply.
She pushed back his left shoulder as she stood up, swiftly turning them around so that she was now in the lead. She's not sure what possessed her, but it felt instinctive. His eyes widened at her power as his back struck the backseat cushion. She began to bounce on him, investigating the new angle that made her want to cry out yet kept her from doing so.
With a soft moan, he threw back his head and grasped her hips as she rested her hands on his chest. Every time she sat back down on him, she felt a spark of ecstasy rush up her veins as her head lowered to the side of his neck. She was losing strength rapidly, and they were both panting and sweating as softly as possible.
Her legs were shaking, the pressure in her stomach so heavy like she going to hit her high any moment.
Sucking and sliding his tongue over the bitter skin he generates, his lips clamped down on her skin beneath her ear. Sweat was pouring from their bodies, and she felt weak from his hips' harsh rhythms. Then he begins to thrust into her, hard and deep, causing her legs to tighten around him and her head to be thrown back.
The steamy air thickened with passion and lust as they heard the sounds of the car shaking and their heavy pants filling the area. Her voice is full of whimpers and whines as she feels like she's almost done, and she knows he is too because of the way he stops kissing her neck and starts swearing more frequently. "I love you," he says, putting his head back and aggressively rocking into her.
She instantly tangles his hands in his thick, untamed hair as soon as he releases her grip. She screams, "Nick!" and causes him to cup his hand over her mouth. He pants and rams her, grinning, "Shhh baby, don't want anyone to hear." She wants to scream, but she keeps closing her eyes and instead screams into his hand.
She screams out into his palm when he pushes her over the edge because each hard push catches her at a different area .She felt exhilaration burst into her system and squinted her eyes tight. His climax is also reached by her as her entire body tenses and her fingers take a death grip on his hair.
"Fuck!" Freezing inside of me, he yells with a moan. When they release, her back arches and his muscles tense. He continues to hover over her, lowering his head, with his lips parted and eyes closed. She briefly lost the ability to hear anything but their pants before gradually regaining it.
His hand slides out of her mouth as all she can see is the fogged-up car. her eyelids feel heavy, her body worn out as he rests his head on in the crook of her neck.
âI love you moreâ
#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#nicholas chavez smut#nicholas chavez fic#nicholas chavez imagine#nicholas chavez x reader#smut
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MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY âĄ
pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)
a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.
Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.
It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture.
Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
You'd been getting some work done late last Sunday evening. Just a few plans for the upcoming school week. Your fingers punched away at your computer while Logan lay on the bed twirling a stray cigar between his fingers.
"How many more pages you got?" he asked, boosting his head up to glance at you.
At the sound of his voice, you spun your chair around to face him. "Not that many. Just finalizing a few details for the field trip they're taking the kids on next weekend," you said.
"You're not even going. Why're they making you do that?"
The fat stick of tobacco continued to glide between his digits. One of your legs crossed over the other as you watched him.
"I'm not going because I offered to do all the planning," you reminded him.Â
Your eyes stayed on the tantalizing movements of his fingers.
"You know you can't smoke in here, so don't even think about it," you said.
He rolled his eyes and puffed air through his pursed lips as if that was an outrageous warning. Sitting up, he put the cigar back in the drawer on his side of the bed. He rose to his feet and began to cross the room in your direction.
"Maybe you should give me something else to do with my mouth then," he teased, his voice lowering to the octave that reverberated with want for you.
Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. You turned your chair back toward the desk and continued grazing your fingertips over the raised letters.
It didn't deter him though. He kept on in your direction, stopping only when he was directly behind the backing of your seat.
His hands landed on your shoulders, fingers massaging the tight muscles fanning out from your neck. He leaned forward so his head hovered beside yours. You could hear each breath he took. The smell of that cigar lingered around his form even if he hadn't lit up tonight.
"C'mon, babydoll. You've been working so hard. A little break won't hurt you," he murmured, lips pressing against your cheekbone.
"I have to have these done by tomorrow morning. Just give me a few minutes, and then I'll be done for the night and completely focused on you," you'd rebuffed him gently.
But that didn't satisfy Logan. When he wanted you, he got you. He proceeded with his tender touches and luring pecks. You remained focused on your work though. He figured he should vary his approach.
"Just let me make you feel good then, honey. Give you some extra motivation," he whispered. His dedicated hands drifted to your waist, squeezing in a way that teased the idea of lifting you up and putting you on his lap. As good as it would've felt to be full of him, you knew you had to get this done.
"You're so bad," you said with a smile, head falling back a little as his mouth moved to your neck, "You act like you haven't gotten any in decades."
"Is that your way of telling me you're getting tired of me?" he teased.
"No. I'm just saying you're insatiable. It's getting to the point where I don't think you could live without me," you responded with a tone matching his in arrogance.
His eyebrow raised, and he pulled back a little to laugh. "That so?"
"Mhm," you nodded. Your sweet eyes stared him down, begging him to disagree.
Looking back, he wishes he could travel through time again to slap any further words out of his mouth. He should've just agreed! Should've told you that you were absolutely right. That he can't live without you, can't survive this life if he doesn't get to slip inside of you at the end of each day. He should've waited the fifteen minutes it would've taken you to finish your paperwork and then gotten laid.
But he didn't do any of that. He had to keep going and dig himself into a deeper hole.
"Don't act so innocent, princess. You're just as bad as me," he'd said.
"No way," you'd huffed, smirking with amusement, "I want you a totally normal amount. You want me like every second of the day. If you could, I don't think you'd ever let me do anything. You'd probably keep me chained to the bed, yours for the taking at all times of the day.
"Like you wouldn't love that. I'm not the one pawing at you every morning, whining about how bad I need it," he taunted.
"Oh shut up, that's happened like a couple times. Every day you're right in my ear, feeling me up. You practically drag me away from what I'm doing when you wanna fuck," you fired back, "I am nowhere near as bad as you."
And then he'd spoken the three cursed words that launched him into this predicament.
"You wanna bet?"
You laughed more at that and nodded again. "Sure. Because I know I'll win."
And that unofficial vow of celibacy was why the two of you had been dancing around each other for the past week. He was starting to feel like that old love song counting the amount of time it'd been since he had you beneath him last. Fifteen hours and seven days or however it went.
You didn't make this trying time any easier for him either. That night he went to sleep with blue balls. The next morning, he woke up to you getting ready. You weren't dressed in your usual style of clothing though. Instead, you had on a dress, Logan's favorite dress of yours. You'd styled your hair real pretty too, letting it compliment your features in the best way.
As his heavy lids blinked open to consciousness, he watched you fasten a shimmering necklace over your collarbone. It sat just above the neckline of the chiffon fabric that adorned your bust.
You caught his waking eyes with your own in the reflective glass, turning to look at him with a bright smile.Â
Despite his bleary vision, he could hear the light steps of you prancing over to him. The mattress dipped with your weight as you sat down and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers slid through his dark hair just the way he likes, with your nails scratching his scalp a little. Worst of all, that close, the scent of your perfume became all consuming. It hit him harder than normal. He wasn't sure if he should blame you or himself for predicting the trials of the coming days.
He hummed in acknowledgement of your presence and nuzzled into your palm.
"Hey, sleepyhead," you cooed, your voice extra soft and sweet. It was too caring to be seductive, but of course, that's where his mind went anyways.
"Hey, baby," he'd mumbled.
"I gotta go drop off that paperwork, but I'll see you later. I love you," you whispered in return before laying one more column of kisses from the tip of his nose back to his forehead.
Then you'd left, leaving him half-hard and yearning for you. A pattern that would plague him over the next week.
Each day it was some new form of torture. The day after that, you'd worked extra hard in the danger room, coming back to him at night covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your heady natural scent filled the bedroom in moments.
The following afternoon, you wanted to cuddle when you both had some free time. The fact that you draped your leg over his torso, slotting your clothed cunt right against his hip, inches away from his cock, was pure accident of course.
Over the last few days, your games have become less specific. You peppered your speech with innuendo. Looked at him with your fuck-me eyes and spoke in the tone you always used seconds before he ended up bending you over the nearest surface.
He tried to fight back, he really did. He stopped wearing a shirt in your shared room. Every time he talked to you, he made sure to rub your ass or stroke your cheek. He was so desperate he stooped to embarrassing levels of lovey-dovey when the two of you were alone. But no matter what he tried, it seemed like you'd been right. Of your pair, you had the superior restraint.
With each passing hour, his frustration grew.
Today, it reaches its zenith.
The mansion is empty because it's Sunday. All the students and other teachers are out on the trip to the observatory today. You and Logan are the only remaining residents in the school. He ended up not having to tag along with the rest of the group after volunteering to fix the sprinklers bordering the school's patio. Babysitting kids had never been his forte even with all the practice he gets at it now. Simple handiwork he could do no problem.
The two of you take the morning to sleep in. This was a rare occasion where no early meetings or classes occupied your schedules. You stay tangled up together well past sunrise.
Logan is the first to leave the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He pulls himself from the nest of pillows and blankets, stretching his limbs out as he does. He rubs the tiredness from his features before rising and heading to the wardrobe to pull on some clothes.
In addition to his normal black t-shirt and jeans, he grabs the tool belt on his way out to the lawn. He slings it around his hips before walking through the back door. Heading past the basketball court and rows of hedges, he finds the line of leaking sprinklers besides them. It would probably take him a while given that he had to first identify the source of the problem and then recalibrate all of them with the adjustment.
He sighs but gets to work. At least he'd have a distraction from the desires haunting him.
Crouching in the dewy grass next to the little faucets, he begins examining the hard plastic shells. To his surprise, scanning for breaks does attach his mind to the task and give him a brief reprieve. It's quiet outside. Besides a small chirp from a distant bird or a grunt out of him, no other sounds echo over the open space. The sun shines in the sky, but it's not beating down on him. The air tickles his skin with warmth but not to the point of being miserably humid.
All the conditions meet in the perfect middle to keep him calm. It's the most peace he's had since he agreed to this bet between the two of you.
But all that tranquility is shattered about a half hour later when he hears the patter of footsteps against the stone pathway. From around the tall thicket of green foliage, comes you. Your face breaks out into a smile the second you burst into his vision. He would look the same if not for what you'd decided to wear.
You trot over to him across the grass in a pair of tiny black shorts with lacy frills on the hems. They sway with each of your movements, highlighting the shape of your legs. A gray camisole graces your upper half; a delicate white bow sits at the center of the collar, dead center between your breasts. The fit of the garment displays the contour of your chest just right. He feels like he's gonna start drooling before you make it near.
Despite his reaction, the outfit wasn't that provocative. It wasn't like you'd strutted out in lingerie. But he was so pent up that a flash of your ankle in the proper lighting could probably get him hard.
Bounding up to him, you wrap his body in a tight hug. Every curve of your form presses up against him.
"Look at you, working so hard," you praise playfully with a kiss to his cheek.
He laughs it off, returning the hug in an attempt to be normal, so you wouldn't see how vulnerable he was right now, how this was the perfect opportunity to strike. He couldn't let you know that in this moment, he could easily become the prey.
"Were you missing me already?" he asks, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.
"Mhm. Woke up and you were gone," you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, planting a few electric kisses on his skin.
"I didn't wanna wake you. You're pretty cute when you're sleeping," he mutters.
"Well now I'm gonna be cute out here with you," you say and pull back. You peck his lips one more time before plopping down in the grass behind him.
He glances back at you to see what that means. All you're doing is sitting there. Your legs extend out in front of you, straightened for his eyes to rake over. You lean back with your palms against the moist greenery below you.
"You don't got anything better to do with your day off?" he asks.
That earns him a small pout. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just wanna spend time with you."
He can tell by your tone that your intentions aren't so innocent. You're leading him into allowing your presence. But denying his girlfriend has never been one of the wolverine's strengths so of course, he acquiesces.
"Relax. I'm not telling you to go anywhere," he says as he turns back to his work, "I just don't think this will be that interesting to you."
"Watching you do anything is interesting to me," you joke back.
He rolls his eyes and gets back to work.
At first, things are smooth as before. He continues messing with the small, bendy pipes. You're quiet behind him. Almost too quiet, but he lets it go for now since he thinks he's found the source of the malfunction.
It doesn't take long to patch up. The more difficult part is going to each individual head and fixing the tightness. His fingers twist the little knobs to the correct settings. He then turns to you when he's finally done.
The sight of you feels like a gust of fresh air filling his lungs. You're laid out where you were before, but you've reclined across the ground. One of your arms is sprawled outwards, soaking up the sunlight while the other lazily covers your eyes. Your shadow outlines your figure against the emerald blades below you.
You look luscious and ripe, like a precious fruit ready to be picked and devoured. In any other circumstance, that's exactly what he'd do. He'd spread you out further for him and take you apart piece by piece. He wanted your nectar running down his chin with each savoring lap of his tongue. He craved the feeling of your heat wrapped around him, your walls massaging his shaft during every punishing thrust.
Imagining it now only gets the blood pumping down South to his hardening length.
He runs a hand over his hair and sighs. Why didn't he do that now? What was the point of this stupid fucking contest? It's not like there was anything on the line. The only stake was his pride, which to be honest, he'd already compromised for you multiple times over the course of your relationship.
Unbuckling the leather from his waist, he discards the tool belt. Next he peels his shirt from his body and tosses it to the side.
He makes his way to you on the grass. He drops to his knees and leans forward. His muscular frame cages you in against the ground. Starting at your navel, he drags his nose up your body. He coasts over the valley between your breasts and past your collar bone. His soft exhales breeze across your throat before he finally reaches your cheek. With a gentle pull, he clears your arm from your face.
Your eyes flutter to adjust to the sunlight beaming down on them again. They take in the vision of him so close to you and the way he gazes down with adoration.
"Hey, pretty girl," he says, his voice much softer than it'd been before, "You falling asleep on me?"
His thumb rubs over your jawline while the other strokes the crown of your head. A smile blooms across your lips. You can't help it with how he's behaving.
"No... well, maybe a little. I think you were right. Sprinklers are pretty boring," you say.
He grins and leans in to kiss your lips. With the exchange he hopes to communicate everything he doesn't want to say. I give up. You win.
You reach up and cup his scruffy cheeks. Your tongue swipes against his lips, sensing his longing for intimacy. He allows you in, and you deepen the connection. A long breath oozes from your nostrils.
He presses you down against the ground further as your hands slide over the little white streaks in his hair. Your fingers embed themselves in his locks. You feel his hands sliding down your body. They stop at your hips and give the plush flesh a squeeze.
It's obvious what he wants, but in case there was any doubt, his digits then hook around the top of your shorts and give them a tug.
A giggle bubbles up out of you against his mouth. You pull back to look at him with smug eyes.
"Is that your way of admitting I was right?" you ask.
He grumbles and ducks his head down to start kissing your neck. "Don't get cocky or I'll change my mind."
That makes you laugh more. You yank on his hair and pull him back up to look at you.Â
"No you won't," you tease and brush your noses together. Looking into his eyes again, you can see how bad he wants this. "Just say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you're giving in. And that I win. And that you can't live without me."
He gives you a blank stare. Silently, he contemplates if there's any way around this. He wonders if there's a way he can avoid utter humiliation.
"C'mon, baby. Throw an old dog a bone," he grumbles.
Giggling, you shake your head. "Nuh uh. I wanna hear you say it."
He sighs and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips with learned ease. Your smile glows from this angle. The sunlight above cascades over your frame and only further accentuates your body in your tight clothes. He rubs his hands up and down your sides. His dick is already at half-mast under the denim that covers his lower body. Your heat rests right on top of it, teasing him through the barriers of cloth. It dangles what he could have if he gives you what you want right before him.
The words that challenged you and created this trap for himself came out so easy. Why couldn't these be the same?
To coax him along, you grind down the slightest bit. The pressure's so light and gentle, a mere graze of your mound on the outline of his growing bulge. He hisses at the feeling.
"Just admit it," you say, planting your palms on his chest, "Just say I was right and you were wrong."
He watches you above him, knowing you're not going to drop this. If he wanted this self-invoked dry spell to end, he'd have to make it happen.
You roll your hips down with more force, impatient to hear him comply with your request. A small whimper leaks out of you. He can tell from that sound alone that you're getting worked up. That arousal is beginning to collect between your thighs.
The thought of it makes his need for you almost biological. His hands clamp around your waist and press you down harder. He rocks his up a little to meet your own movements.
"I need you so bad, princess," he sighs, his eyes shutting as he takes in the dull pleasure of you on top of him.
"Then you can say what I told you," you tease.
"What was it again?" he asks as he continues dragging your covered pussy back and forth along his now fully hard shaft.
"Say you're giving in. That I win. And that you can't live without me," you remind him, visibly proud of your victory.
With a sigh, he repeats, "I'm giving in. You win. I can't live without you."
You smile and laugh as if it was the best thing you'd ever heard. Your head falls back with glee before coming up so you can see his face again.
"Actually, can you say that again? I'm gonna grab my phone. That way I can film it this time. I just wanna have a record-" you continue to tease, but you're cut off by your own squeal when he grabs you and flips you back over onto your back. He keeps you quiet by smashing his lips against yours as your back thuds against the grass.
This kiss burns hotter than the last one. His mouth moves with bruising passion as he pulls your shorts down your legs for real. You help him by kicking them loose. His hands roam around over your smooth skin.
He glances down and finds what he thought he felt. No panties.
Eyes flitting back up to you, he shakes his head. "You were gonna give in anyways," he accuses.
"Yeah, but you gave in first," you giggle.
A small growl rumbles in his chest, but he still leans in to pull your tank top up. He brings it across your stomach, letting your breasts fall free as he bunches the material above them. He cups the plump flesh, taking a look at the beauty he holds in his palms. You watch him in the fleeting interval in which you're forced to separate.
"So... since I win, what do I get?" you continue to gloat.
"My dick inside you," he answers as his fingers yank his zipper open and shove down his pants in a similar fashion to your shorts.
"But I'm gonna get that anyways. I think I should get a real prize," you say, aiming to stoke the flames higher.
Your hips get hauled closer across the grass, so fast that you're in danger of having green smeared across your skin.
"I don't think you'll be complaining in a few minutes, ya little brat," he mumbles.
His fist pumps over his cock as he lines it up between your legs. The leaky tip smears some precum over your folds before he slides inside. He groans as he sinks in, cherishing the feeling after the week of its absence.
You're quick to adjust to the stretch. With a sharp breath, your back arches off the grass. He had already snapped back and slammed in again. You knew he wouldn't be patient after being deprived of this. Watching him above you, your eyes study how his chest puffs in and out with harsh breaths. His strong arms extend down on either side of your head, his fists holding clumps of grass between them.Â
It's a gorgeous view, but you know it can't beat the feeling.
"Closer..." you whine and grab at his shoulders, pulling him down so he's right on you and smothering your body against the turf, "Missed you, old man."
"How many times have I told you to quit it with that?" he asks as his pelvis begins setting a rhythm.
"Enough to know that I'm never gonna," you say. It's the last thing you can get out before moans shatter your plans to speak.
His warm flesh pounds against yours over and over. Your body rocks with the bounce of him on top of you. It feels so good. The world feels bright again, like you'd transitioned from an existence of black and white to living in color. It was so open out here but also so empty. Like you and him were the only two people on earth.
Your voice tapers off. Words become second to whimpers of pleasure. His hands grope the swell of your ass before returning to your sides for steady leverage.
"We'll have to work on that then," he grunts, "If you're not gonna stop, I'll just have to make sure you can't speak at all."
You preen at the idea, clutching at his muscular shoulders and back. He pants right next to your ear. Each stroke drives deep into you, brushing a spot that had ached for him to touch it again.
"Never wanna go that long again," you babble around whines.
"Me neither, baby. Think you were right. Not being able to feel this pretty little pussy every day almost killed me," he says.
A rush of euphoria flows through you upon hearing that. Your moans become more breathy, more full of need for him. You grab one of his wrists and tug his hand off your hip, pushing it in between your legs.
He knows what you want. His fingers apply some pressure and rub at your swollen bundle of nerves. Immediately, he's rewarded with a whine out of you and a buck from your hips.
"Impatient," he huffs between a set of deep thrusts.
"I won," you retort, "I get to do what I want."
Even in the heat of the moment, he chuckles at your petulant tone. His hips keep rutting against you on the grass. He's sure his next task of yard-work will be covering the mysterious indents in the soil out here.
"I needa cum, Logan," you whine several seconds later, "So close."
"Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need to let it out after keeping it from me for so long?"
Your head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. "Please, please, please."
"Well, it's like you said. You won. So I think you can finish when you're ready."
"Mmmm- o- ok..." you whimper out.
Your hips roll up and down to reciprocate the fast pace of his own. He's battering right up against that special spot inside you that makes your mind blank and your eyes gloss up.
With a handful of whimpers, you cum. Your face scrunches as your cunt tightens around him. His fingers keep up the same rhythm on your clit, swirling around the little bud through your pleasure high.
"That's my girl," he praises, "Let it all out for daddy."
Your body seizes up at that command. Every cell of your being somehow knows to obey. You stumble over words and let them leave your lips half formed.
He keeps driving into you as you're coming down, chasing his own release. You're well into the territory of overstimulation now, all parts of you fizzling like a lit sparkler. Your thighs quiver against his sides violently. They lock around his waist when you finally feel him slam in and drain himself.
A loud groan erupts from him. He makes no effort to restrain it given that only the two of you are here to hear it. He fucks it into you, ricocheting himself against your center a couple more times and letting every last drop pour into your dripping hole.
When he feels sated, at least for the moment, he reluctantly pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths as he watches a bit of his cum ooze out of you. It didn't matter though. That wouldn't be the last load you took today.
His body topples over next to yours on the natural ground. You both lie there for a few moments catching your breath before you roll onto your side to look at him.
You just stare for a few moments. Your eyes roam along the shape of his face to the slope of his jaw and the curve of his chest. Leaning in, you kiss the space below his ear.
He responds to the touch by curling his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.
His head turns to meet your loving gaze.
"I think we have some more time to make up for," he says.
You respond with an eager nod and hop up to your feet. Both of you pull on the basics of the clothes you'd been wearing before and rush back into the mansion, giggling as you stumble through the halls like a couple of lovesick teenagers.
The door to your room stays shut for the rest of the day. You spend the remaining hours you have enmeshed in each other; intertwined with him enough to recover from the lack you'd put yourself through.
Logan doesn't venture beyond the barrier of your shared sanctuary until the sun has gone down and darkness coats the halls of the mansion. He walks quietly, taking his steps carefully to ensure none of the wooden planks beneath him creak.
All he had to do was go downstairs and grab you some water. In and out. Five minutes. But as he rounds the turn into the room, Scott's already there, looking through the fridge. He freezes and stands there awkwardly in his black tank top and loose sweatpants.
Having heard the sounds of his footsteps, the other man glances over at him.Â
"There you are. Didn't see you around when I got back," he says simply.
Logan shrugs, trying to play it casual. He walks across the room toward the cupboard that holds the glasses. The other man's eyes follow him. He can feel that even through the scarlet shades on his face.
"Haven't seen your other half either," Scott continues.
Logan can tell from the tone of his voice where this is going.Â
"Don't call her that," he scoffs, forever downplaying his attachment to you, "She's tired. She's upstairs sleeping."
"On her day off? I wonder what would have her so drained," Scott replies. His tone is flat in contrast to the little smirk on his face.
"Don't start," Logan says. He goes to the fridge to fill your cup with water. The trickle of the fluid is the only sound in the room until Scott keeps going.
"I didn't say anything," he says, raising his hands in surrender, "Only that this is the best mood you've been in all week."
"A couple hours without you around does wonders for me," Logan grumbles, wishing the liquid would pour a little faster.
"I'm sure. A couple hours with no one else around. Just the two of you after you've both been stiff the whole week," he taunts, "It's ok to admit you're whipped."
Finally, the cup is full. Logan takes it and turns away, holding one finger up as he walks from the kitchen.
"See you tomorrow, Scott."
"Yeah. Tell her if she's feeling sore, she can skip the early meeting," he says with a little laugh.
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#đđđđđđ: âshow me youâre shameless, write it on my neck, why donât ya?â
cw. married!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, angst to comfort. cheating/infidelity. unprotected. crÄampie. brĂŠeding themes. soft angsty-ish sèx. petnames âbaby, sweetheart, wifeyâ not proofread !
satoru has never loved the woman he married. heâs never felt an ounce of attraction or affection towards her. itâs hard to be around someone who heâs supposed to love and cherish, when all he can think about is you.
itâs you he was supposed to end up with if it wasnât for his damned clan. setting up an arranged marriage behind his back and only telling him last minute of their plansâ a bunch of assholes they are.
satoru couldâve declined, disagreed, ran away. he had all the power to, but he had fully convinced himself that his actual soulmate - you - would never return his love, which is why he settled.
. . . he was proven wrong after it was already too late.
âi love you sâmuch,â satoru grits his teeth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his sweat trickling down his forehead. his hips move in a gentle rhythm, as tender as his arms are holding you. he never treated you roughly.
satoru wouldnât do that to the love of his life. the one who heâs supposed to call his wife, his beloved. heâll find a way to achieve his dreams. heâll do anything to end up with you and escape this messed up arrangement.
but for now, heâll love you like this. every day, behind the other womanâs back, for as long as he can.
âi love you too, âtoru,â you sigh, tilting your head to give the white-haired man access to your neck. his tongue wets your sensitive skin before sucking on it. heâs claiming you as hisâ like he usually does whenever he manages to get ahold of you.
âsay that again,â satoru whimpers against your throat whilst leaving soft kisses all over. the sounds of your bodies meeting bounces off the walls, the lewd noise of flesh hitting flesh is a melody that you both enjoy behind closed doors.
âplease,â satoru pleads. youâre surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. he holds onto you - ruts into you - like heâs never experienced this before. his cock twitches and throbs within you, desperate to reach that aching release.
you swallow the lump in your throat. you feel bad doing this right on the bed that satoru shares with his wife, but you also couldnât care less. âi love you, satoru, i really do,â you moan near his ear.
the sorcerer shivers at your pretty voice uttering those three words to him. his big hands hold onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin, leaving small dents. his breath hitches, âoh, fuck. yâdo, huh?â
satoru curses as he lifts his head from your neck. the view of you beneath him while you take his dick all the way inside your sopping cunt is addicting. itâs also way too slippery because of the mixture of cum on your lower body and the sheets.
âah,â you look down at the place your bodies meet the second you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. you reach a hand down and guide his tip back to your folds without much thought.
itâs a sight that makes satoru nearly bust a nut right then and there. âmissinâ me already?â he tilts his head, that boyish smile on his lips reappearing again. his soaked, white bangs cover his ethereal eyes a little, yet you can still notice the playfulness in them.
âyeah, i do,â you sigh, whining a little as his cock slowly fills you up all the way again, âi always miss you, âtoru.â you never fail to feel so full whenever youâre intimate with himâ heâs big and knows just how to use that to his advantage.
satoru pouts at your words. he knows what youâre indirectly referring to amidst all the physical pleasure. he tries to make as much time for you as he can, without raising suspicion. though sometimes he fails to see you for days. balancing his work schedule, along with his many other duties and his private life was a hassle.
itâs frustrating when satoru is leading a double life, for both you and him. thereâs nothing more in this world that he wants than to have you beside him forever. as his wife, not his secret lover.
one day, soonâ he promises silently to himself and to you with a kiss.
âiâm sorry,â he breathes out, his thrusts resuming. two of his rough fingers roll your nipple between them, his tongue following to circle the sensitive bud while he drives his dick in and out of you repeatedly. âbut iâm all yours tonight, yeah? only yours.â
you nod mindlessly. you trust satoru, heâll figure this all out. for now, youâll enjoy every single second youâre able to spend with him.
âmhm,â you hum before your eyes focus on his neck. you know heâs told you not to leave any marks on him, but tonight, youâre feeling shameless. your hand on the back of his head pushes him down until your lips touch his neck.
satoruâs eyes widen at your unexpected action. he canât deny you anything, even if this is a risky thing to do. he moans when you suck and bite on his skin. youâre leaving hickeys he will have to hide from his wife.
ânaughty fuckinâ girl,â he tries to groan, though it comes out as a choked up whimper instead. he bites his lip and his eyes nearly roll back when your legs wrap around his waist, all whilst youâre leaving those dark marks on his neck.
you softly giggle at your own bold move. satoru however, seems to enjoy this more than he thought he would. he allows you access to his neck while he focuses on his set pace.
âyâ just want me to get caught, hm?â the white-haired man clicks his tongue, his balls slapping against your ass, your juices sticking to his skin which makes the sounds of his thrusts even louder. lewder. satoru huffs, âwant that woman to know jusâ how well i fuck you, sweetheart?â
you feel your body heat up, the knot in your lower tummy tightening. his increased dirty talk only could mean one thing; heâs close. and so are you. the pleasure of having satoru inches deep in your cunt after not seeing him for two whole days, is driving you insane.
âyes, fuckâ yes,â you hiccup, feeling absolutely no shame at this moment. you donât care how loud youâre getting, if satoruâs neighbours were to hear him have sex with a woman thatâs not his wife.
the man himself doesnât even seem to mind it either. not when heâs this close. he pants before pressing soft kisses against your forehead. the lingering feeling of your lips against his neck remind him of the hickeys youâve left.
satoru moans against your hot skin. his dick twitches, his balls tighten and his arms wrap around you to cradle you against his bare chest. heâs going to fill you with his hot cum like you deserve. you deserve every single drop and he wouldnât give it to anyone else but you.
âshit, gânna cum,â satoru warns after a small whine leaves his throat, âtake it, baby. donât waste a drop, wanna breed you full.â his thrusts turn a bit erratic, body pinning yours to the mattress so you have nowhere to run. all you can do is lay there and take itâ take his cum while you reach your own climax.
white dots appear in his vision as satoru releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside of you. his hips are pressed tightly against yoursâ leaving no chance for his seed to trickle out of you.
the satisfaction that fills satoruâs chest is like no other. a small grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans his body weight on top of you slightly, catching his breath. your trembling frame rests beneath him while youâre trying to regain composure as well.
âthere yâ go, atta girl,â satoru coos and kisses your forehead. he treats you so well, even after sex. he treats you like youâre his true wife. which you should be.
he rubs your sides with his hands to calm you down. his own breath is still shake as he looks down at you with a grin. a wicked idea pops up in his head once he sees the thick trail of cum thatâs left on your slit after he pulls out.
âyâknow how i told ya that iâll make yâ my wife one day?â satoru hums, eyes focused on both your face and cum-covered pussy. he has told you before that he will find a way to officially make you his.
and he finally just realised the perfect way to do it.
âmhm,â you nod with a dazed look in your eyes. you wrap your arms around satoruâs shoulders and hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as his breath ghosts over your ear.
his hand travels down to your tummy, fingers splayed over the soft flesh; âgood, âcause yâre gonna need to play the part for me already. gonna fill you up âtil youâre nice and swollen with my kids, wifey.â
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