#odd!reader

[blckbrrybasket]

Odd!Reader who doesn’t fully pick up on social cues, but yaps away

They could be in the middle of fucking and as he’s thrusting in they mumble, “My clit. Play with it, can’t cum without it.” Not a moment later his fingers are rubbing circles against their clit, but they just don’t stop talking.

As he’s fucking them (supposed to be fucking them dumb) they keep rambling on, into a full spiel of why you have to pay attention to the clit; how the clit is made up of tons of nerves - “That’s also why the g-spot right there! feels so good. Actually- ah researchers think that it may be connected to the clitoral network.”

“Uh-huh?” He continues his ministrations, more focused on how his cock is sliding in and out of them, a creamy ring forming around his base. They spare a glance down at the mix of liquids with a shaky moan. “Uh-huh. D-did you know..?”

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

the albatross ii - matt murdock

a/n: my first part two! i really love odd reader shes my favorite person ever. uh i don't really have much else to add i just love their dynamic. sorry the beginning is kind of bad im trying to figure out how much i want to delve into readers past like that. also im going to start a taglist for this so let me know if you wanna be included :)) warnings: cursing, drinking, lots of talk of death, reader has a lot of insecurities, reader has boobs my bad, oh! like a very brief mention that reader has sexual trauma, and lots of talk of sex though nothing happens-- word count: 5.2k summary: if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, matt murdock is going to find her, and foggy nelson is going to suffer. pairing: matt murdock x winter soldier!reader the albatross series : i // ii now playing: the albatross - taylor swift "i'm the albatross/i swept in at the rescue/the devil that you know/looks now more like an angel/i'm the life you chose/and all this terrible danger"

September 19th, 1972

When you wake up, you’re freezing and out of breath. The initial moments after those long-term freezes were always frightening. You do not know how long it has been since you were taken, and part of you wonders if you ever will. You’re only ever conscious here, surrounded by generals and guards.

As soon as you wake up, a muzzle is clamped over your mouth. You’re a screamer, or at least you used to be. But now the muzzle is put on as a reminder that you are truly trapped and have no autonomy.

Someone will come in soon to say a list of words that will snap you out of your brain—Maybe snap is the wrong word. You will be locked out of your brain, conscious enough to know what you are doing but not at all in control.

You’re sitting in this big metal chair that might have scared you all those years ago, your arms strapped to the arms of the chair. The dimness of the room almost makes you scared as if you are a six-year-old who is afraid of the dark.

 A gruff looking man walks into the room, and behind him, you can see some soldiers dragging along an exhausted man, whose hair is long, but your eyes are drawn to him. Are there.. are there other people who are in the same situation as you?

In the back of your mind, a foreign emotion sparks, something that you cannot name at first, but then you find it— hope. Maybe hope is a strong word, maybe what you should be feeling is dread, that the things you are being forced into are happening to some other poor soul. You almost want to throw up when you realize it, but like everything else in your exhausting existence, you are ripped out of your thought by commanding forces around you. The man in front of you follows your eyeline to see you watching the man, and you think you see him grimace.

You have found something that was meant to always be a secret from you. You recall a foggy memory that isolation is the key to abuse.

The man nods towards you, and suddenly, you feel a violent shock go through your body as the man wills you to forget the small detail that you will hang on to for as long as humanly possible.

When a second jab of shockwaves hits you, you black out for a few seconds, only—

• • •

You sit up in bed, gasping or air as you try to orient yourself. Your hands come up to push sweaty hair out of your face, and you grip it tight to try and ground yourself. Your heart is racing as you take deep breaths in your nose and out of your mouth, not wanting to spiral into a panic attack.

You get up from bed to go shower, before changing your now drenched in sweat sheets, and it’s only then do you turn on your light and grab the book you’ve been reading.

You sit on the floor next to your bed, feeling disgusting and upset. You try to read, but you are rereading the same paragraph repeatedly. After twenty minutes of that, you grab your flip phone off the bedside table and dial Matt’s number.

You know it’s four in the morning. He’s asleep. He has to be up for work in the morning, but you cannot help it. You have been seeing the handsome stranger for a little under a month, and he has become your drug.

But there’s a couple of things.

First, you are still lying to him. He has no idea about your time as who is known in government circles as “The Midnight Agent���, and he has no idea that you will never be able to give him the life he deserves. Hell, you haven’t even spent the night with him, your relationship has been the definition of taking it slow.

Which leads to this: You have not slept with the man.

Back in 1945, you were surrounded by purity culture. Sure, you could have had a handsome soldier in your bed, but there was a part of you that always felt guilty when you looked to your large catholic family who were always insistent on saving yourself for marriage.

But you recall the memories of your time trapped, of guards who went unchecked and memories of men who took advantage of the fact that you were brainwashed, and how you might freakout if Matt’s hands wander too far..

And you recall Matt’s comment on your first date, about how he thought a long time to go without a date was a few months.

He picks up the phone before your thoughts can spiral any further.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” His voice is thick with sleep, and you feel a pang of guilt for waking him up. But you also melt at the simple pet name, not quite used to it yet.

“Hi.. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He lies, “You didn’t..”

“Liar.”

“Okay, you got me.” He chuckles softly, “But seriously, it’s okay. What’s up?” He asks, and you let out this sigh. What to tell him, what not to tell him..

“Can’t sleep.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Wanted to hear your voice. I tried to read The Outsiders, but I couldn’t focus.” You cannot seem to do anything right..

“Okay.” He says gently, “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“..Not really..”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Sorry..”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You pause. It’s a good question.

“I dunno..” And then after a few moments you ask, “Matt?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Is it okay that we haven’t had sex yet?” The question eats at you. You recall Matt’s assumption that a ‘while’ since your last date had meant a few months. You’re worried that you’re not satisfying him and that he’ll get bored. Bored of you, bored of your quirks and oddities, bored of all of it.

And you don’t know when you’ll be okay to have sex with him, or if you’ll even be able to make it all the way through when you get to that point. And it’s eating you up— You could at least be good at something if you insist on being odd and bizarre throughout this whole relationship.

“Of course it’s okay,” He promised, “Why wouldn’t that be okay?” Sure, Matthew had his fair share of partners in the day, but this was different— You weren’t just a date to him, you were fascinating. If he hadn’t been such a realist, he might have accused you of being a time traveler.

And sure, sometimes he thought about you, about being buried between your thighs, about making you shake and cry with pleasure, and about how well he could fill you up..

But those lewd thoughts always take a backseat to how utterly interesting you are— Your odd taste in ice cream, odd movie and book tastes, the way you speak, some of the things you say..

“Because you’re hot,” you blurt out and then sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, you’re so fucking handsome and I can’t even..” The words die out in your mouth, as you curl up into yourself on your floor, holding the phone pressed tightly against your ear.

“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need to sleep with you to know that I care about you.” He promises. “Do you want me to come over? Maybe you’ll sleep better if we’re together.” He says softly.

You hesitate, looking around your apartment. If you had a nightmare, he’d question what happened.. But on the other hand, you were fucking exhausted, and maybe Handsome Matthew would be the trick to you getting some sleep.

“Sure.. but uh.. My apartment’s super messy..” You confess, and he just chuckles.

“Somehow I don’t think that’ll bother me.” He teases, and you laugh.

“Right, Right.. Sorry..” You say. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“See you soon.” He promises, and as soon as he hangs up, you immediately get up and start shuffling around to clean your apartment.

You do the dishes, you throw all your dirty clothes in the hamper, you make your bed with pristine edge and of course.. You grab the gun you keep under your pillow and stuff it right next to your vibrator next to your fuzzy socks.

You’re finally finishing up with your minor chores when you hear a knock at the door. You open it and have to take a beat to catch your breath since Matthew looks especially good with his grey sweatpants and black sweatshirt.

He grins at you, leaning into greet you with a kiss as he steps into the apartment.

“So, this is where the magic happens, huh?” He asks, and you smile bashfully.

“Something like that.” You shrug, letting him lead you through the apartment. His cane tip-taps against the floor, and your hands come up to rub your arms. It is your apartment, and yet, you feel absolutely exposed. “Uh, just… Keep going straight and the bedroom is on the right. Do you need anything?” You ask, unsure if he has some weird hypervigilant bedtime routine at.. you know.. Four in the morning.

His cane shifts hands and he holds his free hand out behind him, for you to take.

“Just you.” Your face flushes as you take his hand,

“You’re such a flirt.” And he laughs.

“How can I help myself when I’m in a pretty girl’s place?” he asks, and you go to answer but he leans against the wall right next to the doorframe, dropping his duffle bag and cane in favor of pulling you close, your chest against his. Your breath catches and he smirks as if he can see your flustered nature.

“You’re a decent young man,” you start, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s rude to grab people?”

“No, the nuns never mentioned that.” He does that adorable half chuckle before tilting his head. “Why? Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?”

Your face flushes.

“Everything makes me nervous, Matthew, you know that.” You accuse and he laughs again, nodding.

“Yeah, maybe I do know that. Seems familiar.” He hums, his grip on you loosening a bit. He presses another kiss to your lips. “Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.” You don’t protest, simply grabbing his hand and pulling him along to bed. He’s more than happy to follow you through.

You find yourself laying in the bed, and he’s standing to the side as if he’s staring at you. You raise an eyebrow to him.

“What? What is it?” You ask, and he quickly moves, jumping on top of you. You laugh a bit to hide your nerves, and he grins. He leans down and presses a long kiss to your lips before whispering,

“If we never have sex, I’ll still stay with you forever.” He says gently, and your face is deeply flushed.

“Forever?” You ask gently. He nods, leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“As long as you’ll have me.” He says gently, and then, he rolls over and lays next to you. His hand finds yours and he laces his fingers with yours. You look at him for a long time, just holding his hand. “What is it?” he asks softly, glancing over to you.

“I just..” you laugh a bit. “I’ve never had a boy in my bed before.” You confess, and he laughs, his arms wrapping around you.

“You’re so odd.” He says softly, his hands finding your hair to play with it gently. “I love it.”

• • •

And this is how you spend your early morning. You sleep soundly in the arms of the one who loves you, something you have never had the privilege of before.

You slip out of bed rather early considering that you don’t have work today. But you can’t help yourself, you find yourself making breakfast for Matt. Pancakes, sausage, and coffee, just for him. At some point, he calls out to you,

“Hey, babe, where’s the shower?” And it’s rather domestic, in a way that makes you both uncomfortable and giddy. At the same time. Weird.

“Uh, right across the hall from the bedroom,” you tell him. And after about twenty minutes, Matt comes out to the kitchen. He’s dressed for work, but his tie is undone, sitting on his neck. His jacket hangs over his arms, and for a minute, you are just as you were always meant to be—

A young woman, in love with a man who has a good career, who loves you and is kind, whom you cook breakfast for and anxiously wait for him to get home.

And before you can stop yourself, you walk on over to him and begin to fix his tie, and he tilts his head.

“Where’d you learn to tie a tie on someone else?” he asks curiously. Your brain flashes to the soldiers who were never taught to tie a tie, so you learned, making sure to help them make sure their uniforms were in pristine condition.

But better than telling your boyfriend about that, you settle on a different truth.

“Needed to tie my brother’s tie a lot before work.” You settle on, and he smiles. That was the first time you had mentioned any of your family, so he just nods.

“What was his name?” ‘Was’ is a cruel but accurate detail.

“Anthony.” You tell him, finishing your work on his tie. Then, you press a kiss to his cheek. “Ready for breakfast?” He smiles and nods, as you direct him towards your table.

Yes, even though you ate mac and cheese while sitting on the floor when you first met him, you do own a table.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and sausage. Oh, and Coffee,” You tell him. You serve breakfast and sit across from him, placing a jar of jam on the table as well as syrup. When you pop the lid off the jam, Matt tilts his head.

“Why do I smell strawberry jam?” He questions, and you just raise an eyebrow.

“For my pancakes?”

He begins to laugh.

“This is what I mean when I say you’re odd. The only other person I know who’d do that is my dad, who learnt it from my grandparents.” He tells you. You shrug.

“I grew up with jam. Syrup’s too sweet.”

“Of course you did.” He smirks, taking a bite of his breakfast.

• • •

After Matt leaves for work (After breakfast, a make out session and then ten minutes with you fixing his disheveled look), you begin to actually clean your apartment. But your apartment is only so big, so by lunchtime, you’re bored again.

So, you start cooking and making these chicken ceaser wraps and french fries, before hopping in the shower. You’ve never dated anyone who you’ve felt the need to make and bring lunch to, but there is a first time for everything.

When you get to his office, you take a while to notice and observe every little thing about the walk. When you get to the front door, your hands run over the sign that reads ‘Nelson, Murdock & Page.’ And then you remember that in going up these stairs, you’ll meet his two best friends, and your stomach flips at the idea of it.

But your fingers twitch at the idea of seeing Handsome Matthew again. You’re incredibly down bad for the man you refuse to sleep with, so you push open the door, making your way to the office. When you step inside, you’re faced with a blonde man holding a cup of coffee, talking to a different, more blonde, woman who eats her lunch. 

Maybe you have the wrong office.

“Hi— Uh, I’m looking for Matt.” The words tumble out of your lips, and you wish you could say something more.

“Yeah, he’s in his office, I can grab him for you.” The man says kindly, and steps towards the only office door that’s closed. You nod and stand awkwardly. This is weird, you know that. You are a stranger in this office holding a big lunch box.

Matt steps out of his office and smiles in your direction. Immediately, you relax. There he goes, Handsome Matthew completely messing up your thought patterns and making you go against everything you ever thought you’d do.

“Hi.” He says, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

“Hey.” You smile, and you see a moment of recognition on the faces of his coworkers.

“Oh, you’re the girl—” The man starts, and then it clicks that these people must be his best friends.

“And you’re Foggy and Karen.” You smile, sticking a handout for them to shake, and they do. You introduce yourself, and they do the same. It’s not as awkward as you would’ve thought, but you’re making it so much worse in your head.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks, and you redirect your attention to him.

“Uh, I made lunch. I thought I’d bring it to you.” He smiles at this.

“Thank you. Here, let’s uh, eat in my office.” He takes your hand, and you tell Foggy and Karen that it was nice to meet them, as he closes the door behind him. You sit down in one of his chairs.

“Sorry for just barging in on you guys. I probably should have called first.” You decide, but he shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s perfectly fine.” He smiles, sitting down in his own chair as you unpack lunch. You’re seriously not used to any of this, so it’s as if you’re taking foreign steps.

The two of you make pleasant conversations before Matt asks you,

“Hey, do you want to come to the bar tonight?” He asks, “We have a usual spot we go to. I thought it might be a good way for you to get to know my friends.” He hums.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude...”

You also don’t really want to get drunk around Matt, afraid of what you might say. But he answers,

“Don’t worry, Foggy’s wife is going and so is Karen’s boyfriend.” You notice the shift in Matt’s body language.

“You don’t like Karen’s boyfriend.” You immediately recognize.

“What? No—“ He chuckles, “It’s just a complicated history..” The part of you that never grew up, that wants to dive head first into drama, the part of you that is still twenty something, clutching the arm of your sister as she spills about all the people she doesn’t like gets to your mouth before you can stop it,

“What do you mean, ‘complicated’?” You ask, and he just laughs a little.

“Really, sweetheart, it’s not—”

“Let’s make a deal,” You say, “In exchange for me bringing you a delicious lunch,” You start, “And for telling you something about my messy past, you have to tell me about that complicated history.”

“Deal.”

“Okay, than spill.”

“You remember a few years back, the uh, Punisher?” He asks, and you tilt your head. No, you don’t. It was probably before you were allowed to have autonomy and live on your own.

“Uh.. No.”

“What? It was all over the news.”

“I wasn’t living in New York until a few years ago.” Not untrue, you were living in the middle of Europe until recently.

“Oh, right.” He nods, “Well, he killed a lot of people he thought deserved it, and, as someone who has great respect for human life, I don’t know, I just can’t imagine dating someone with a kill count at all, let alone over thirty people.” He sighs, “But Karen sees something in him, I guess.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You realize that you can’t ever tell Matt about what had happened to you. He wouldn’t understand, he’d see you as a monster. Well, you are a monster, but you cannot ever tell him that! Is this a mistake? Are you supposed to break up with him now not to hurt him?

“Yeah, I can understand that.” You take another bite of your wrap.

“I believe I’m owed some of your messy history.”

“Right,” you nod, “Well, Before I moved here, I was living in Europe.” You tell him.

“Really? Where in Europe?”

“Here and there.” You shrug. “I just sort of went wherever I was needed.” You explain, again—Not a lie. Definitely not a lie. You were ordered around and told to go here and there.

“What did you do there?” He asks.

“It’s all kind of a blur,” You’re really being truthful now.

“Has anyone ever told you how weird and odd you are?” He acts, voice full of affection.

“You. Last night.” You grin, and he just grins back.

“Right. I really have a way with words, huh?”

“Yup. You’re a real charmer.”

“I meant it though.”

“Which part? The part where you called me strange?”

“The part where I asked you to come out to the bar with us tonight—And the part where I told you I’d stay with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes you’ll come to the bar with us or you’ll let me stay with you for a while?”

You get up, circle around his desk, before placing your hand on his jaw, tilting his head up to you. Your other hand comes up to take his glasses off. For a minute, you just admire him, before pushing the hair from his face. Then, you lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

When you pull away, his lips try to follow yours, but your thumb just gently wipes away your lipstick stains from his lips.

“Yes.” You repeat, and he just grins.

He absolutely adores you.

• • •

You make sure to fix your hair before you leave your apartment, and then, you find yourself leaning on the brick wall outside of the bar. Your heart is racing, and although you do not smoke, god you need a cigarette.

Your foot taps anxiously against the pavement.

This will be fine, you tell yourself. Matt likes you, surely you can get the others to do the same. Or at least, you can try your damn best, and not just sit out here like a bitch.

Your head glances over to the door as a rather tall and gruff man approaches the door. He sees you staring at him, and opens the door before asking,

“You coming in, kid?”

Kid.

You’re a hundred years old, but okay.

“Uh, yeah.” You answer, before heading into the bar, “Thanks,” He just nods back at you. You walk in and look around for Matt and his friends. You immediately soften when you see him. Of course you can do this.

As you make your way over to them, the man who opened the door for you also heads over to them. You tilt your head as you get to your boyfriend and his friends before Karen comes over to you guys, sends you a smile, before greeting the man with a kiss. Oh. This is the boyfriend that Matt doesn’t like.

Matt greets you with a kiss, before Karen asks,

“What are you drinking?” You realize she’s asking you. What do you drink?

“Uh, whatever. I kind of like everything,” You smile weakly, before shrugging. She just nods, and then her and her boyfriend head over to the bar. You glance over to Matt, and smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles and kisses you again. “I’m glad you decided to join us.”

“Well, I did say yes earlier.”

“Yeah but you were being very vague and odd.”

“You said you liked that!”

“Shhh,” and then he kisses you again.

“You two are gross.” His friend, Foggy, says, and his wife just swats his arm.

“Sorry,” You smile, and then Frank and Karen are back at the table, and this large bottle of whiskey is placed on the table, and six glasses are placed along side it.

“Woah, big bottle.” Foggy whistles, and Karen shrugs.

“Long week. Lots of whiskey required.” Matt leans over to you and says,

“You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want to—”

“I said I like everything,” You told him, “And I meant it.” You remind and the people around you laugh, so it definitely gratifies your desire to please them.

“See, this is the type of energy you needed in a date,” Foggy grins, and Karen laughs as she pours the whiskey for you all.

“I agree, I like her a lot more than I liked the last one.”

“Flattered, I love when people talk about me like I’m not here,” You tell them, as you take a long drink of your whiskey.

“You are odd,” Foggy says, and again, his wife swats his arm.

“Franklin, you cannot say that to someone you just met!”

“I was just joking, really it’s fine,” You assure, and take another sip of your drink. Then another drink. Your eyes get a glint of dog tags hanging around Frank’s neck. You nod to him. “Military?” Everyone’s head snaps to look at you, and then to him.

“Marines.” He answers, and he waits.

“I was a nurse overseas for a while.” And you almost slap your hands over your mouth, horrified at the words that just left your lips. Everyone looks at you, very confused, including sweet Handsome Matthew.

“Wait, you were in the army as a medic?” He asks, and you just nod.

“Yeah, I don’t.. really like talking about it..” You sigh, “It was a long time ago.. Before I was in Europe doing whatever, I was in Europe being a nurse.”

“Europe? There hasn’t been active combat in Europe since the 40’s,” Frank says, and you shrug.

“That’s where they had me. It’s where I learned to drink.” You finish your drink and go to refill it, “You’d be surprised how many young cadets try to assert their dominance over drinking games.” You laugh fondly at the memory.

Matt leans in to kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Odd.”

• • •

You and Frank get into your own form of a drinking game as the night goes on. After two glasses, Foggy and his wife stop drinking, something about brunch with her parents in the morning.

Matt stops drinking after three, and Karen after four.

But here you and Frank are, swapping war stories like old army buddies as you make your way through the bottle. Five, six, seven.. You can’t remember by the time the bottle is empty. All you know is you’re leaning against Matt, and Frank is holding Karen close, and you are happy.

You don’t feel hidden anymore.

When the bottle is done, Matt’s fingers run up and down your arm.

“We gotta get you home, honey.”

“You need to kiss me.” You blurt, too drunk to know what you’re saying.

“What?” He grins.

“Kiss me. I want you all over me,” and you lean over to kiss him, and after a few moments, he pulls away from the kiss.

“Alright, but let’s get you home first.” And then you nod, because that’s a good idea. You don’t want Frank and Karen to see all the vicious things you want to do to Handsome Matthew. He helps you up and wraps his jacket around your arms, before glancing back to his friends. “Have a good night guys. See you Monday.”

You take a minute, before smiling at his friends.

“Thanks for having me. I had fun.” You cannot remember the last time you had this much fun. “Sorry I’m so fucking odd,” You start giggling, “But I had fun.” Everyone else, too tipsy and drunk to say much else, just laughs and sends you on your way.

You and Matt stumble home, as you mumble soft things about how much you like him, how pretty he is.

When you get back to your apartment, he locks the door behind you and helps you to your bedroom. Once there, you begin to kiss him.

“Sweetheart,” He mumbles into your lips, “Wait,” He pulls away and smiles at you. “Pajamas first.” He requests, and you nod.

“Yeah. Great Idea.” You mumble, going over to your drawers (Not the one with your vibrator, socks and gun) and pull out an old tee shirt and shorts. You begin stripping down, and you stop and glance to Matt, in just your shorts and bra, before asking, “Wait, how do I know you’re not staring at me?”

He almost laughs at how drunk you are.

“Honey,” he begins softly, and then taps the space between his eyes. Then you laugh, feeling silly.

“Oh.” You unclip your bra and slip on your tee shirt. You sit on the bed, and then lay down. You sigh deeply, your bed surprisingly comfortable after all of those drinks. You watch as Matt begins to strip down. “Handsome.” You mumble, and he laughs.

You fall asleep as he kicks his pants off before crawling into bed with you.

• • •

You wake up at some god-awful hour, maybe around two in the morning. You run over to the bathroom and vomit into the toilet. After a while of throwing up, you wander on over to the kitchen.

You take a big, long drink of water, before sighing deeply.

Your stomach growls. You find a loaf of sourdough bread you had brought home from work yesterday and begin to butter a few slices. You munch on your food, and remember Matthew in your bedroom.

Your Matthew.

You finish your snack, and then find yourself sitting on the floor of your kitchen. Just like you did the first night. Your lean your head back against the cabinet. You think about your boyfriend, and you think about everyone you lost.

In your half drunk state, You only smile when Matt sits next to you on the floor.

“What’re we doing on the floor, baby?” He asks softly.

“Just.. Sleepy..” You mumble, and then a grin spreads across your face. “I’m thinking about my best friend.”

“Your best friend?”

“Taylor.” You say softly, “She was my best friend.”

“And where is she now?” He asked, leaning over to brush your hair out of your face.

“Oh, she died ten years ago.” You say, and then laugh as if it’s funny. “Natural causes.” You shrug. She had died of old age.. And you weren’t there for her. Your best friend..

Matt’s arm is around you in an instant.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says gently, and leans in to kiss your head.

“And you..” You glance over to him. “You.. I don’t even know what to do with you.” You laugh, and he frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I..” You sigh. “I mean that no one’s ever made me feel like you have..” You mumble, and then you admire him, only in his boxer briefs. “I love you, Handsome Matthew. And I don’t know what to do about it..” You mumble.

Matt just leans in to kiss your head again.

“If I said I love you too, would that help?”

“It would be a start..”

“I love you.”

“Even though I’m odd?” You ask, “Weird and bizarre? Off my rocker, completely out of my fucking mind..?”

“Especially because you’re odd.”

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A bit odd but loves love?

Reader texts w/K.Bakugou

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A/n: Katsuki constantly lives in confusion and I think that’s a beautiful thing

Reader went broke printing all those calamari photos out

real ones know the purple underwear refernce

lowkey i hate fugglers but it would be so funny seeing kats see one of himself because ya know hes a big bad pro hero or whatevs

can you tell ive never worked at subway?

Reader was doing backflips and accidentally landed next to a gals head Bcs the gal tripped (?) but no major injury!

Lowkey real things ive asked my friends for for my birthday i fear their all fake friends

I fear im just a whimsical girlie who likes backflips fight me???

Yippee! (say it with me rn or u hate me. I expect a chain of yippees in my comments. AND NOT LIKE 'yippee' yall better be like YIPPEEEE

(The day after I posted this) realised I missed a whole screenshot but it still works w/out it so I can’t be bothered

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[lostinlovingrevery]

old man logan teasing innocent!reader and discovering she can squirt <33

It's The Little Things

Old man Logan X F! Reader

Logan and you discover something new about yourself...

A/N: The way this had me actively blushing....

Warnings: SMUT MDNI! Thanks <3, Mentions of alcohol, fingering, teasing,some begging, a tad orgasm denial, squirting

"Look at what a pretty lil thing you are."

Logan coos, his voice rough, but gentle as he looks you up and down. His fingers tapped along his glass of whiskey that you just poured him.

A flustered smile came across your face, your eyes darting away from him quickly, as you turned away to set the bottle of whiskey onto the table.

"That a new dress?" He asks, bringing the glass to lips, looking at you over the rim. You looked at him over your shoulder, a small shrug and sweet smile.

"Yeah...You like it?" You asked.

"Mm..." He nods, his eyes trailed downwards, noting the hem of the skirt that fits just above your knees, showing a little bit of the skin of your thighs. "It's pretty.

"Thank you." You turn back around to face him, your hands hooking together behind your back. Your thighs pressed together the moment you saw how he was staring at you. Intense.

A flare of his nostrils, and his eyes that were staring into yours, glanced down. He sipped the glass of whiskey that you so sweetly offered him when he came home. You could tell he had a long day, his tense shoulders, tired eyes.

You wanted to help him unwind. You've watched him pour a glass of whiskey, light a cigar, sit and try to let the stress of the day disappear. You're here though, and you wanted to make things easier.

You wanted to make him happy, take care of him the way he has for you.

"Thank you darling." He rasps finally, lifting the glass of whiskey, before tossing the rest of it back. "Tryin' to take care of your old man?"

You bit your lip, and nodded, trying to suppress the shy smile that grew across your face. His eyes crinkled, crows feet becoming visible as he shoots you a pleased grin.

Sweet thing you are, trying to help him relax. He appreciated it, the little things you've been trying to do for him. He knew though, exactly what he needed to unwind.

and that thing was standing right in front of him.

He set the glass on the table, before leisurely standing up with a small groan escaping him as his achy muscles protested. He towered over you, and you became nervous from his stare. You took a step back from him, and he let out a small chortle.

"Nervous?"

"No." You say, a small shake of your head. A lie. He always made you nervous.

"Yeah you are." He refutes. His hand came up, gently cupping your chin between his fingers and thumb. "Don't worry darling, you'll just be taking care of me. Like you want to, right?"

It was a blur after that. The next thing you knew, you were naked, spread open on your shared bed with Logan.

You don't know how you were taking care of him, when you're the one naked, and exposed, clearly about to become a reciever to whatever Logan is planning.

You shut your legs after Logan had made you spread them- embarrassed of being so exposed to the room, even if it was just him, but he tsks, shaking his head, and giving you a small, gentle smack of your thigh.

"Keep em open darling." He says, as he moves to unbutton his dress shirt. "I wanna see your pretty pussy."

Your hands went up, covering your face as your skin burned from the filthiness of his words. You felt a fresh coat of arousal rush over you though- unable to help the excitement you did feel whenever he wanted to play with you.

"C'mon now gorgeous." He encourages, staring down at you. You slowly spread your legs open, the air felt good against your core, creating a chill that ran up your spine, and made your body tremble. "There she is...." He purrs, unbuttoning the last button, pulling off his shirt and leaving him in his pants and wife-beater. Your eyes widened at the sight of his muscular arms, and the way his shirt clung to his torso.

He took a few steps towards you, leaning over with his hand braced onto the mattress by your hip, as he tilted his head- observing your glistening pussy.

"Very pretty." He hums, moving to kneel down in front of the bed, so he was face to face with your bottom half. One arm hooked around your thigh, pulling your closer as he began to stroke your leg with his free hand. He leaned forward, taking a deep inhale of your scent. "Fuck..." He hissed under his breath, feeling lightheaded at the scent of your arousal.

He brought his free hand to your folds, sliding his fingers through them gently, making your thighs twitched. He barely noticed though, his lips parting, eyes narrowing as he became hypnotized by the way your pussy glistened, the way your creamy fluids coated his fingers. He watched your hole clench over nothing every time his fingers swiped over your clit.

Small whimpers escaped you as he messed with you. His calloused hand carefully exploring your folds. Spreading them and observing every detail.

"Work of art..." He mutters under his breath, as his thumb rubs small circles over your clit.

"Lo..." You whined tipping your head to the side, white knuckling the sheets beneath. His eyes glanced up at you, and he smirked.

He leaned forward, gathering spit on his tongue, and letting it dribble down over your clit. You gasped at the sensation of his warm saliva over you- only to whine once he placed two fingers over your clit and began rubbing firm circles.

"Logan..." You moaned once more, arching your back and lifting your hips up. He leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue, swirling over your swollen bud- sending your careening as you felt something grow tight in your lower belly.

He added a finger inside of you, and your hands went to his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at his salt and pepper hair as you started grinding against him.

Then he pulled his mouth away, sending you crying out.

"Logan!" Your head fell back onto the mattress. The building pleasure that tensed your muscles began to fade. Your hole tightening around Logan's thick finger, begging for stimulation, as he watched you with a cocky expression.

"Patience, doll." He hums. Your hips thrusts forward, as you beg,

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please..." You swallowed, "I...I want to..."

"Want to what? Can't read your mind sweetheart."

You took a sharp inhale of breath. His finger inside your felt torturous as your pussy squeezed around him- desperate for more. You gripped his hair tighter as you begged. "I want to...cum."

"Yeah?" His voice held a tone of amusement, a slight raspiness behind it as he watched you squirm on the bed. "Say it again darling."

"Logan"

"Then you must not want it that bad."

You finally let out a choked sob, "Please, I want to cum!"

"Fuck.." You heard him hiss under his breath, and he began pumping his finger in and out of you, pulling out and adding another finger, curling it as he searched for the spot that made you squeal. You tugged at his head, desperate for that high to return once more.

The feeling in your tummy did return- except it felt tighter, overwhelming. Something was off, a building feeling that you weren't familiar with- and you were becoming terrified that you were going to do something extremely embarrassing.

"Lo..." You gasped. "I think- I- Wait...."

"C'mon," He cut you off, "Be a good girl and cum for me doll-"

His words made you snap, as your back arched and you saw nothing but stars in your eyes. Logan became soaked, from his arm to his beard, now covered with your fluids as you sprayed him during your explosive coitus. Waves and waves of pleasure rushed over your body, as your pussy tightened over his fingers, a loud squelching noise heard in the room as he desperately worked your through your orgasm.

Once you began to relax, your chest heaving, and thighs trembling, you looked up- a horrified expression on your face as you see the mess you've made of Logan, your fluids practically dripping from his thick beard.

" I'm...I'm so sorry-" You stammered in fear "I don't know-,,,"

"Sorry?" He chuckled, licking his lips, his fingers carefully leaving your clenching cunt. He licked his arm, from the crook of his elbow to the tips of his fingers, letting out a groan as he shut his eyes. "Best fucking thing I ever tasted sweetheart." He stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices from them as he looked up at you.

You looked away, flustered, embarrassed, and horrified. "I don't...I don't know what happened." You whisper softly.

"No?" His normally tired eyes were now alert, filled with lust and mischief. "You looked gorgeous like that, giving me that little show... Didn't know you could do that doll. Hiding things from me?" He teased.

"No! I...I didn't know I could..." You bit your bottom lip, your face felt like it was on fire, Logan's stare doing nothing to ease the heat.

"Yeah?" His voice low, rumbling from his chest. Both his arms wrapped around your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress, his warm breath fanning over your drenched core. "How 'bout we do that again."

[allimili]

"Run and Don't look back!"

[mahirublue]

I offer a sketchbook spread of Steb✨🧜🏼‍♂️

[bluewolfangel01]

To Carry or to be Carried by? That's the question

Lucifer: to be carried by, bridle/princess style

Mammon: to be carried by, potato sack style

Levi: to carry, he's clinging on for dere life cause he's a stuttering mess

Satan: to be carried by, one arm style with a book in the other hand

Asmo: to carry, princess/bridal style

Beel: to be carried by, piggyback style (he's a master at it)

Belphie: to carry, piggyback style (there's a reason Beel's a master)

[madaqueue]

KEEP OUT THE COLD — suguru geto x f!reader

request | event masterlist | smut : trapped in a snowstorm (fingering, 1.2k)

the breath comes from your lips like a ghost, grey and foggy, almost real but never quite; you shiver.

“we might be stuck here,” suguru says, the first sign he’s returned with those light steps that carry him silently. he says the words carefully, placing them into the otherwise empty room besides the couch you’ve curled up into and the half-broken fireplace in the opposite corner. dark eyes watch for your reaction, wait for you to panic, or worse, cry.

“i think…i think the heat is b-broken.”

yes, you shiver, and yes, you look nearly frozen against the cracked leather cushions, but you don’t look terrified. when the tears never come, suguru laughs, and you swear the temperature goes up a few degrees.

“yeah, it is. i don’t think there’s any power in this place, at least not that i could find outside.” your chapped lips curl into a frown, and he chuckles again. “but i did find some wood out there. let’s light a fire and make the most of this, yeah?”

at the question, he tilts his head, remnants of snowflakes falling from his shoulders and onto the cabin’s old wooden floorboards. it makes you giggle when he does that - ‘you look like a dog’ you used to say, and he’d just smile. ‘i’d happily be your dog.’ - and sigh. “okay.”

“okay.” he claps his hands together and is gone.

when he returns, it’s with stacks of logs and more snow decorating his hair, friendly stars in an unfamiliar night sky. it’s dark outside now, you’re sure of it, even with the windows boarded closed to keep the wind out.

the attempt to drive in this weather had been stupid, you knew it was stupid, but both of you were too headstrong to heed anyone’s warnings. the resort was only a few hours away, how bad could it really be? and how long had it been since the two of you took a vacation together? no, you weren’t about to miss it for a few flurries.

ah. how stupid you had been. at least this abandoned little house had appeared through the blinding white just in time, the car’s wheels nearly spinning out as you pulled into the overgrown driveway.

a loud crackle pulls you back, back to the unfamiliar living room, the cold leather on your back, the icy air in your lungs. but then, a spark, and flames burn softly in the tiny fireplace.

suguru stares at it proudly, dusting a few remaining wood chips from his palms.

“how did you do that?” you ask - he loves when you get excited about things like this, when he gets to show off just a little.

“what can i say,” he grins, pride blooming between his teeth, “i’m a man of many talents.”

before you can even laugh, he’s pulled you into his lap, thick arms encasing your torso and holding you against him. with more frosty air circling around your body, you shiver again.

“now, let’s get you warmed up, yeah?”

“yeah,” you hum, nuzzling into his chest.

it’s better already, with his cotton t-shirt on your skin, with his heartbeat below your cheek. your shaking slows, but doesn’t stop; above you, suguru frowns.

“your clothes are wet.”

“oh,” you murmur, “probably from the snow when we ran inside.”

three beats of his heart - he’s thinking. “you won’t get warm if your clothes are wet.”

“wha-”

before you can ask, he’s picked you up and placed you back on the couch (in his spot, where the leather is warmer), and gone into another room. this time, when he returns, blankets spill over his elbows and graze the floor.

they’re set next to you on the couch, before he’s leaning over you; hot breath tickles your ear when he speaks.

“you’ll never warm up with those clothes on. why don’t you take them off?” for me, goes unsaid.

when you shiver, it’s not from the cold.

the damp cloth is peeled painstakingly from your body - you wince at the loss, before being immediately wrapped in something softer. two layers of blankets, and suguru pulls you down next to him.

“there,” he sighs, letting his fingers trail over your jaw, the nape of your neck. “isn’t that better?”

it’s just the warmth that makes your cheeks burn, you swear - not the way he’s looking at you like you lit the sun, nor the way his lips curl to show teeth as if he’d like to swallow it whole.

“mhm.”

“ah,” he corrects, tapping a thumb to your lips. “what do we say?”

your skin tingles, vibrating, hot. “t-thank you suguru.”

“good,” he purrs.

there’s a giggle when he pulls his hand away and you let out a little whine, a small protest at the loss of contact, chilled in the absence of his palm.

“aw, still cold?”

you nod into his shoulder.

“well,” he breathes, pulling you further into him until you’re both laying across the couch, trapped under wool blankets, “i can help, if you’d like.”

“yes, please, suguru.” the words come out in a single exhale; he grins.

then, his hands are trailing lower. they dance along your collarbones, over your chest. one remains there, kneading the tender flesh of your tits, pinching already-hardened nipples (you’d blame the cold, if he asked; he’d let you lie to his face).

the other, meanwhile, ventures further.

down over your ribs, your stomach, your thighs. even in those narrow, lithe fingertips, everything is hot in their wake.

when they find their way between your legs, you shiver again. suguru chuckles, a puff of frosted air in the ever-closing space between you.

“still cold?” he chides, but the words have no bite to them, even when you can see his canines digging into his lower lip. “so needy.”

a whimper escapes your throat, but that seems to be the correct response, because suguru finally brushes his thumb against your clit. it makes you gasp, and nearly choke from the stiff air filling your lungs. he just grins.

“aw, you really do need me to help you, don’t you?”

“y-yes.”

“yes, what?”

“yes, please, suguru.”

“good.” teeth that could chew apart stars; a finger finally sunk into your aching cunt. you keen, and the hand on your chest holds you tighter.

a second finger, and you’re writhing in his grasp. when he kisses you, it sucks the light from every corner of the room, until he’s glowing (he’d provide for you in every way if he could; he’d be your sun and pull the moon from the sky so night never touched you, so you’d only ever need him, his warmth).

hot fingertips press into you, into the spot that has your legs shaking, skin sweating. each pant clouds between your open mouth and his, aching, pulling, burning.

“suguru, i’m gonna-”

a low hum, one that emanates from his chest. a correction, a reminder.

“suguru, c-can i please cum?”

soft lips smile against your chapped ones. “of course.”

and with that, his wrist picks up, deeper, harder, faster. fingers pull and pinch at your nipples, teeth sink into your neck. you whine out his name as you finish, until you’re foggy and limp in his arms.

you barely catch the way he pulls his hand from your legs, lifting it to his lips and sucking your cum from it, but you taste it when he kisses you again, hot and claiming.

a soft palm rubs up your spine, and you melt into the touch. he tucks you into his shoulder for safe keeping.

“warm enough?” he asks. you mutter something, liquid words he knows are ‘yes, suguru,’ into his skin. the flickering fire dances across his eyes, and he holds you tighter.

a/n: KAIROOOO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING THIS STRANGE COMPLEX MAN WITH ME!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

[kachowden]

Giant Boyfriend x Reader (Part2?)

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You felt the sweat building on your back drip down in hot beads, as the warm air brushed against your skin. The lithe, warm, wet tongue slithered across your figure, enclosing your legs.

Your hands frantically pushed against the large muscle, but it persisted, sliding up and down the skin of your ankles and calves lecherously, a deep echoing grown brewing from the dripping, dark cavern the tongue crawled out from. The white, shiney teeth caused you to swallow thickly, and watch in morbid awe as the beasts throat mimicked you, swallowing hoarsely, another breathy pant hitting you in the face.

“Tasty…” A deep voice booms, (though in an attempted whisper and distorted by its protruding tongue) in your ear, and you flinch for a moment as the cool air hits your saliva covered thighs and legs. “Did I get it all..?”

You gaze up into thoughtful, bright eyes, that gaze at you through fluffy lashes, batting at you innocently as if the owner hadn’t just throughly violated you.

“I-It was just a bit of jam on my ankle?!” You squeaked incredulously, sweat beading down your cheek at the smug smile that spreads across the giants shiny lips, tongue darting out for one more sinful lick, as if searching for any residual taste of your skin.

“I didn’t want you to waste the time having to clean a cloth later..” He tried to convince your slightly shivering form, a “innocent” gleam in his expression that you knew was a load of crap.

“I have to take a shower now anyway!”

He pouts, looking utterly heartbroken at the notion, and you’re disturbed to think that it might be because he doesn’t want his saliva cleaned from your skin. If you were even half his size you’d have slapped him across the face by now.

“…do you really have to..?”

“Yes, you perverted giant!”

[burntpastel]

Hello, I really love your Dogday x Anon (or Y/N) art!

If you don't mind, may I ask you to draw some more art about it?

Thanks!

thanks! yeah sure why not

you guys might need to tell me what you want to see though, i dont have a mind for softer stuff

[blckbrrybasket]

can you do odd!reader responding to her partner w/ a breeding kink?

absolutely! im so so sorry for taking the longest amount of time to respond to this anon </3

odd!reader not picking up stuff is so real to me

Fem, Masc, and Gn reader featured

[fem/afab]

God you were so pretty, was all he could think. Even from the back you were utterly beautiful. His cock continued thrusting into your slick walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. His hand crept around your hip to draw shapes on your clit. Seeing the way your folds stretched around him made his dick twitch inside your cunt. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good mom.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “I’m on birth control…and we’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[masc/amab]

God you were so handsome, was all he could think. Even from the back you truly were attractive. His cock continued thrusting into your walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. His hand thumb rested at the top of your ass, watching the lube drooling out over his cock. Seeing the way you stretched around him made his dick twitch inside your ass. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good dad.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “That’s not possible….and we’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[gender neutral]

God you were so hot, was all he could think. Even from the back you were captivating. His cock continued thrusting into your slick walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. Seeing the way you stretched around him made his dick twitch inside you. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good parent.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “We’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[pure-oddity]

141 au (choose your fav member) where you buy a boyfriend, which is a joke amongst friends - until it isnt.

It's a ¼ scale figure of your favorite 141 boy. He wasn't cheap, but worth it for just how lifelike he looked(aside from being, ya know, small)

The second he's out the box, he's posed and set up for a photoshoot. The pictures being sent straight to the group chat.

'Oooooo your boyfriend finally flew in huh?'

'He just moved in, said he wanted to take it to the next level'

It makes you laugh, having been single for a while - you lean into it.

And really - he is a great boyfriend.

Doesn't ogle you when you get changed (you turn him around), takes interest in your hobbies (you talk at him endlessly and he never responds), he'd never cheat on you(safe and sound inside a glass case).

He's great. There's even a tiny more serious part of you that feels safer knowing hes keeping watch while you sleep. Like he's protecting you. It's a nice thought.

Until you bring someone home.

His names Rob, short for Robert, he explained. And he works in tech.

Rob is….decent. he's nice, really. Just maybe not as into you as you were him (initially, you've since lost most butterflies after the 3rd date). But with such a lacking love life, and the option of something stable and safe - you let him spend the night.

The hope is the sex makes up for the lack of initial connection. Based on how he kisses you think it'll be. Decent.

But at this point beggers can't be choosers. So you fully intended to let Rob have his way with you, making it as far as the living room -

Stopping only when your bedroom door creaks open. And a fully grown man steps out.

Rob is mouthing at your neck still, seemingly unaware that you've frozen in his arms - your eyes wide and staring at your doll seemingly come to life. Which I'd a crazy thought, but so is the idea that you're being burgled by a very accurate cosplayer.

You can't even begin to push him off and warn him before a familiar voice calls out.

"Y' home love? How was dinner, girls night you said?" His arms are crossed as he leans against the doorframe. Rob finally notices the shift in atmosphere,finally noticing and startling at the sight of a brick shithouse of a man.

"T-thought you were single? I, man I swear she said she was single"

"S'all right, im sure thats what she told you. But she's not, so why don't you head out-" he pauses, expression shifting from calm indifference to something dangerous. "before I feed you your teeth?"

Rob is gone in a blur. You've never seen someone move so fast, and quickly you're left alone with this stranger.

The air is tense for a few seconds, he doesn't break eye contact, content to stare from the doorway.

Your voice quivers, pleading and scared."…I don't know who you are but-"

he interrupts you with an amused huff, stalking closer with a smooth predatory prowl.

"Course you do love." He smiles, you can smell his cologne , there's a faint hint of smoke.

"I'm your boyfriend, 'member?"

[torueater]

self care w/ satoru⭑.ᐟ

⋆ ꩜ ⋆ pairing: gojo satoru x reader

wc: 6700+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ content: nsfw, fem!reader, sexual themes, EATER GOJOOOOO, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, p in v intercourse, cum eating, multiple orgasms, manhandling, overstim mention, established relationship, mutual pleasure

a/n: title is kinda vague on purpose.

reblogs/comments vv appreciated if you enjoyed! ᓚᘏᗢ

It’s almost a given that you’re there for Satoru the moment he steps through the door, commonplace at this point. Not getting assigned to the notoriously tricky Grade 1 curse had been a small mercy from the higher ups (thank heavens), left in your lonesome to train till your boyfriend got back.

He’s still all wound up when he gets home, shoulders drooping, groaning into your neck as soon as he’s in your hold. “The worsttt. All these curses stink, literally and figuratively.” Satoru noses at the warm spot at the side of your neck where your scent is most potent, thick arms banding around your waist to keep you to his chest, sinking into the feeling of a too familiar you. God, he fucking hates missions halfway across the country. He’d bent space and time just to get back at an appropriate hour so you two could fall asleep together tonight. “One of ‘em exploded all over me. Huge boom. Guts everywhere”

“Satoru! Fucking gross.” You should’ve known better than letting him get you tangled up in his hugs the moment he’d gotten in. He for sure wouldn’t release you and you liked seeing him too much after his long day--enjoying how his tension would melt away like it hadn’t been there in the first place--to pull back. You’d already gone and showered, hair tied back in silk to go to bed as soon as he’d gotten in and had gotten clean too, but here he is upending all your plans. Now you smell like roach curse guts and sweat probably. Maybe not with his infinity, but it’s the principle or whatever. “Mm, oops.” He hums into your skin, utterly unrepentant. “Guess what we both need now, pretty baby?” The words are almost sing-songy in nature, head pulling out your neck to fix you with a look.  You fix him with a blank one in return, “No idea, Satoru. Really.” You roll your eyes, practically cradling the taller man as he rattles of details about the fight in your ear as you reset the alarm of you guy’s penthouse security system. He murmurs something near unintelligible into your neck before peeking at you, feeling his gaze even through the strip of black over his eyes. “I have an idea.”

You raise a brow, already skeptical. “Do I wanna hear it?”

“Yeah, probably. It involves a lot of touching me so I’m sure you’d love to hear it.” He sways you in hold, sort of waddle walking to two of you closer to the plush couch to drop himself down on it, you ending up half splayed on his chest. “Self-care night with all your fancy stuff.” You blink. “You want a self-care night?” You’d usually have to convince him – though said convincing didn’t usually go past asking once and him saying yes immediately. Still, he usually doesn’t offer himself up as your patient.

“Mhm. You always look all glowy and soft, and pretty when you do it. I wanna be all soft and glowy. Think my skin could use it after the day I’ve had.” You bite back a growing grin, humming lowly, “Okay, and what do you want to do? A face mask, ‘toru?”

His hum is low as if he’s thinking on it, chin grazing near the very top of your head in light sweeps. “Yes. That and the sugar stuff you use on your legs. Maybe one of your hair masks.” You nod, already going through the things you’d need to set aside for this impromptu-at-home spa date, feeling a little giddy. “Alllright, pretty boy. We need to get up then before you fall asleep here. C’mon.”

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It’s not long before you’re lugging his heavy, slim frame off to the bath with you, ordering him out the dirty clothes to toss it into the washer for the first cycle off maybe 2 or so until you deemed it clean.  Your night wear comes off right after, and you make him wash off first, off course – no way in hell you’d get in a bath with him to soak in likely nonexistent roach curse balls and guts residue. Just nasty.

A quick pass under the spray rids him any possible stench, leaving nothing but damp, flushed skin in its wake.  The warmth of the large tub is a welcome change but you barely have the extra salts and scents in for him before he’s pulling you into the water with a plunk! and a short splash from where your body had displaced it, water sloshing over the edges as you land unceremoniously in his lap. “Baby...” You grumble your disapproval at the mess but his hum the absolute opposite, grin on his soft lips not any better, “No getting handsy, Mr. We’ll do that skincare you like only if you’re good.”

His eyes flutter with the gentle pressure of your fingertips scrubbing shampoo into his scalp, hum low in approval. “Mm, you’re using your stuff so I smell like you. So territorial.” He makes sure you’re perched in his lap comfortably all the while, letting you work your magic, pampering the sorcerer. “Yeah, sure. I’m like a dog here and you’re a fire hydrant, ‘toru.”

He snickers, squeezing at your waist under the water before settling them in place again, letting you work. “Does that mean you’ll finally pee on-“ “I’ll glue your lips together, don’t even finish that sentence.”

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It’s nice – being in the bath with him a welcome intimacy. You love when he lets you take care of him rather than insisting on pampering you instead. He’s all pliant under you and gently rubbing at the flesh of your hips, body slack with his trust. He’s always up and doing something, always moving – it’s nice to get him to relax, to be taken care of.

You two are in there for far longer than necessary - hair washed and conditioned, skin exfoliated with your vanilla scrub and the matching wash so he’d smell like you do as requested. You wrap him in one of the softest robes you two own when you’re all done, leading him back into the room with you where he’s flopping down onto the bed almost instantly.

“Fighting that curse was such a pain. Kept duplicating.” He practically melts into you again, face in your neck, a little too whiny for a fully grown man. You don’t think you can ever complain though. “Then they tried to call me in for a meeting. A meeting baby. Just so ungrateful.” “I know. So ungrateful. My poor baby.” You coo, massaging at his temples, lifting off him to trail to the other side of the room.

“Where’re you going?” He drawls, clearly a little tired right now from how he’s not up and following you. “I need to pluck your eyebrows first. I’m gonna get the tweezers and the other stuff” You dip to give him a kiss to sate him for the literal 3 minutes you’d be gone. He makes a quiet sound against your mouth, like he’s considering pulling you back down, but lets you go. “I’m so gonna hate this.”

When you’re back, likely less than your 3 estimated minutes, he’s sprawled on the sheets, legs hanging off one side, arms folded behind his head -- snowy lashes flutter against his cheeks with languid blinks up at you. “Comfy?” You huff in your amusement, climbing up into bed and settling near his head, fingers carding through soft milky strands. “Head on my lap. C’mon.”

He obeys without any further prompting, scootching closer to rest his head on the softness of your thighs, your own legs tucked up under your frame. He’s practically deadweight in your lap, heavy limbs and slow sighs as you comb through his hair again to get it out the way, tugging his blindfold upward to keep the strands in place. “Can’t we just skip the tweezing?” he groans, words muffled slight with his cheek pressed into your thigh, “This is like a medieval torture method. Don’t we have razors on hand?”

“Maybe, but plucking looks better. And besides, it’s not that bad, you’re so dramatic.” Your hand smooths over his forehead, leaning past him to grab at a toner pad, swiping it over his brows. “Stay still or I’ll accidentally pluck the wrong ones. Then you’ll have patchy eyebrows.”

“Ow—What the hell?” Satoru hisses at the first pinch, exhaling a slow, suffering sigh like you’re inflicting a great pain on him. “This is torture. I thought you loved me?” You snort, amused, brushing the spoolie through the hairs even as he’s whining, “I do love you. You’re being so dramatic. It’s like a tiny pinch at best.” Yeah, no – it’s not like that at all and he has no idea how you do this all the time like it’s nothing. You roll your eyes at his dramatics but dip to kiss his forehead in apology anyway. “I’ll be gentle, look,” you extend one of your arms so he can see, plucking a hair out just to show him, barely flinching, “Not that bad.” How he’s able to deal with fighting all powerful curses day in day out but tweezers are what undoes him is beyond you. Though, they usually don’t get hits in, so you’re not sure if you can compare the two… “Aren’t you the strongest, ‘toru? You can take it.”

It's funny how he's mostly quiet after that, almost as if to prove that he’s the strongest on all fronts. Save for the occasional wince of course, fingers flexing at the dip of your waist whenever you get to a particularly stubborn hair. “I know, baby. You’re doing well though, I’m almost done with the first brow.”

It’s only when you get to the second one that he’s sighing, dramatic in fashion as per his personality twisting his face away so it’s pressed up against your belly. You halt momentarily, waiting. “I’m in dire need of alternative pain management. I’m g’nna pass out.” 

And you’re quick to help of course, lips parting to offer something, maybe your hand to hold since it’s what he usually likes -- but he beats you to it, angled higher to nuzzle closer to your chest. He noses lazily at your towel covered chest, kissing you lightly over the fabric. “You’re not serious.” “I’m very serious. This is a great distraction from pain.” You don’t see what about your breasts are a great distraction from the pain of his brows being plucked, but you don’t see the issue with letting him indulge. “Will you stay put if I let you?”

He hums, fingers already fiddling with the tuck of the towel, tugging it out of place so your towel falls away. You sigh in mock exasperation at his shameless ogling, pulling away just to grab a pillow, placing it on your lap so he can prop his head up higher. “Absolute angel. Lifesaver. My darling princess baby.” He’s latching his mouth on you right after his praises, lips warm as they close around the peak. He sighs through his nose, body growing more slack against you like this is exactly what he needed.

You huff, flicking his forehead lightly, “You’re so ridiculous.” His body shifts with what you assume is a shrug, tongue flicking against the stiffness of your nipple, lashes fluttering against your skin. He’s at least angled in a way that you can get to the 2nd brow, so you don’t really have to do much but pull the skin taut and pluck. “Stop moving, Satoru.”

He doesn’t even flinch much when you pluck the next hair, too preoccupied with the slow, lazy pull of his mouth. His exhales are soft and warm against your cooled skin, air silent save for the hum of the aircon, angled into him to tug at a stubborn hair. “This one might hurt a bit. Don’t bite me.” Satoru nods slowly in answer, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on your waist just above where the towel had settled when it fell. The next tug gets you the slightest wince, tongue curling around the bud, flattening against it in retaliation. “That one was a little thick. Sorry, baby.”

“Mmm’kay,” The words are a muffle around your tit, and he pulls off long enough just to look up at you – rosy lips slick, a faint strand left between his mouth and the mound sheen with saliva. His blink is sleepy, an almost dopey grin spreading on his lips, hand waving away your apology, “Totally fine. Best—” His lips connect with you again, with a wet, unhurried suck before releasing with a faint pop again, “—pain management ever. Really.”

His head shifts away from where you’re working your magic, face buried in your chest, kissing lightly along the soft underside of your left breast, then the right. “You smell so nice. Like syrup and candy..”

“Always comparing me to candy.” Your smile down at him is all lovesick, gaze carrying the same vibe. “’Cause you smell like candy. Taste a lot like it too.” In more places that one. His lips latch to the underside of your breast, suctioning with the gentlest pressure to mark the skin. Your soft sigh has his body stirring the slightest bit, pulling back after a moment to admire his handiwork with a grin.

“Let me finish up. No funny business.” You barely restrain a shiver, hand sliding up the side of his face again, thumb pulling at his skin. You manage to pluck a few more hairs without any complaint from him, Satoru seemingly more than content kissing away at your flesh, licking at it with lazy, indulgent drags. The warmth of his palm leaves your waist to move further under the towel, large hand splayed on your hip, dragging idle strokes over the bone. “Your brows usually aren’t crazy looking so..” You use the spoolie again just to be sure, humming, “I think we’re done, babe.”

His answering groan has you more than amused, the attitude a bit of a switch from his complaints earlier. “Does that mean my alternative pain management method is over? Oh no.” He lets out a dramatic cry like he’s been told the worst news in the world, nosing at the space between your breast like he set on settling there forever. “I didn’t even say that, you big baby.” Your hand smooths through his damp strands again, fingers idly scratching at his scalp before sliding lower to cup his chin so he’s looking at you. “Do you want me to give you the facial now?”

A nod is his answer, head tilting just enough to brush his mouth over your sternum before he’s kissing the side of your left breast. His fingers flex against where they’re now pressed on your hips, touch absentminded as he hums. “So, I was thinking about something.”

You pretend to shiver,  “Oh, that can’t be good.”

“You’re so mean to me.” He lets out a long-suffering sigh into your skin, chin propped between your breasts, looking up at you. “Skincare is very important, right? You say that all the time.”

“I do..” Your eyes narrow in suspicion, trying to piece this together as he goes on.

“Satoru, I need to get up to get the masks.” You try to shift away, stopped fairly quickly by his arm around your naked waist, shaking his head. “Nope, we have all our supplies right here. Organic, fresh from the source.” Your brow cocks, unsure if he’s being overly vague or if you’re just a little slow to catch on. “Facial, organic. Come on, pretty – giving you a couple seconds to catch my drift.”

The bulb in your mind finally lights, mouth forming a small o, core warming just a little at his suggestion. “Have you always been this perverted?”

Satoru’s gasp is low, as if offended, pouting, “What about caring for one’s skin is perverted? I personally think we all should take great care of ourselves, and skin is the very first step.”

You kiss your teeth in playful chastisement but you’re already exhaling, already aware of your answer. “What a poetic way to ask me to sit on your face. Really clever.”

He tsks, lifting a hand to wiggle his index near your face. “I would never be that crass.” Your unimpressed expression at his blatant lie says enough, and he clears his throat, kissing your sternum once more.

“Is that a yes to you sitting on my face, then?”

“No.”

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“Like I tell you every single time, you won’t suffocate me. And if you do then hooray! Now sit.” You weren’t quite convinced – it's not that you’d ever heard any instances of people dying from being smothered while giving head but it’s never too late to become the first.

You hesitate, shifting on your knees. “I really don’t see the issue with you just lifting your head-“ His groan cuts your words short, head flopping back onto the pillows, glancing up at you between the softness of your thighs. “Oh my god. Do you hate me?” He complains, nudging his nose right against where you need him. He tries again, hoping that this one will be convincing enough, “Baby, come on. I’ll be fine. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Satoru clicks his tongue when you hesitate, dragging his hands up your thighs, kneading slow, lazy circles to soothe you. “You’re supposed to sit on my face, not hover. If I wanted you to hover I would’ve told you that, right?” He waits for your nod, patting your behind lightly in silent praise when you do. “Exactly, pretty girl. Here’s what, if I need to breathe, I’ll tap right here,” He presses into a spot on your inner thigh, leaning up to give it a light nip, “and you can ease up." He knows he won’t make use of that spot, like, at all. But it helps to say it to ease your worries!

Which it does. His words are awfully effective, your guard and discretion lowering till you’re just sighing and lowering the tiniest bit, getting closer to his mouth by the second.

And he thinks it’s heaven. The scent of you catches in his nose, too heady. Sweet vanilla of your scrubs and soaps, the warmth of your core – he’s sure his mouth is watering. “Thought I’d die. My skin is so dry, I’m so parched,” His complaints are all exaggerated, mouthing at the sides of your thighs, biting at the petal-soft skin. You scoff, hand moving down to fix the band in his hair, “You talk an awful lot.”

Satoru doesn’t exactly disagree, shrugging. He’s currently very preoccupied with eyeing your cunt, though, so you don’t get much of a verbal response.

He kisses everywhere but where you’re molten for him, so wound up by the time that he gets close that the lightest nudge of his pointed nose has you twitching, glancing anywhere but down at him between your thighs, drenched pussy hovering right over his face. The twinge of embarrassment is always hard to fight off when he’s quite literally staring at your most intimate spot but you can’t exactly close your legs when he’s settled between them. Your slight shift does you absolutely no favors because he seems to move right with you, nose nudging your messy clit again, sound catching in your throat. “You think you're so funny.” You can practically feel him smile against your thigh, one hand shifting to cup the rounded swell of one ass cheek, tilting you forward minutely. You wouldn’t call it impatience, but you are feeling a little wound up and the teasing doesn’t help. Before you can lower your hips on your own, he’s finally taking initiative, your waist held in a strong grip to pull you down to sit directly over his awaiting mouth. You fight a shiver at the first teasing swipe of his tongue through your dampened folds, drag slow and reverent like he’s trying to get your taste spread on the entirety of his tongue.

You swallow harshly, thighs a soft pressure against the side of his head as your fingers pinch the pillow right beneath him, clit pulsing on his tongue. That seems to catch his attention, shifting to drag the wet heat of his tongue over your clit in slow circles before he’s pulling away and pressing a fat kiss to it. “Just as pretty as you are..” He kisses and mouths at the mess he made, moving his attention lower and lower, hand on your ass pushing you forward so he can get closer to your slit to give a kiss over the spot too.

He keeps his lips there, inhale deep to pull your scent into his lungs before he’s prodding at your entrance with the blunt tip of his tongue. Satoru lets out a groan beneath you, the noise vibrating against your connected skin before his only free hand shifts to your hip to tug you lower than you already are to his mouth. Isshoogood.” The words are a short murmur that you don’t pick up well, mouth already back on you to taste you again before pulling back.

His kitten licking and teasing falls back for long enough to warrant you almost begging, but he’s quick to return to you with something far better, tongue parting your opening – twisting its way into your drenched hole and drawing out your first proper noisy call of his name.

Your hands leave the pillow in favor of his ivory strands, biting down hard into your lip as he groans into you, suckles wet and lewd in the air, gathering as much as your slick as he can on his taste buds. Any of that initial anxiety had properly washed away with the skilled movement of his tongue, the hands on you gently grinding you into the fucking of his tongue, nose continuing to bump into your clit just right.

It’s great for you but it feels like pure heaven for Satoru. His personal paradise. Crushed under your weight, mouth buried between your thighs – he’s exactly where he needs to be.  

“O-Oh fuck. Satoru.” Your hips seem to rock on their own, expression pinched as he tongues sloppily at your hole, moaning when he feels you clench around it. Saliva slicks between and around your folds, mixing with the wetness he coaxes out of you, dripping down the slope of his chin and pooling in the dip of his throat. He’s never been one for doing stuff halfway, eating you out isn’t an exception. What was a proper facial without a little mess?

“Mm, I know,” he groans, voice rough and muffled against your core, already drunk on the taste of you. His tongue dips inside again, lapping up everything you give him, jaw working slow and steady as he eats you out. It’s more that than you actually riding his face like he wants so he pats your hip to spur some more motion from you, glad when you get the memo and begin grinding down on his tongue. The wet appendage pushes deeper into your cunt, nose bumping just under your hood when you rock forward, pleasure hot and low in your belly. The angle sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, a long moan tumbling from your lips. He grins against your pussy, pleased. “Oh f-fuck, just like that.” You suppose the excuse of wanting a natural facial hadn’t been a complete lie, his face is messy enough with your essence to consider it just that.

You’re not sure if it’s because he’d been gone on his mission for a little longer than usual this time but he’s near ravenous as he feasts on you, barely giving you a break since he’d put his tongue on you. He fucks into you with deep strokes, pulling back just enough to spit a fat glob onto your cunt before he’s licking it right back up.

Your eyes roll, hips trying to rock harder to push him deeper and to get his nose to keep bumping where you need him. You felt far too dizzy, legs shaking around his head as you get noisier. Each firm lick inside your cunt has you getting higher, lower abdomen beginning to feel pressurized, far too hot for how cold you have the aircon running. “Oh. Oh fuck—Pleaseplease-“ You’re not sure what you’re begging for, he seems to know better than you do.

His tongue wrenches out of you, adams apple bobbing with a harsh swallow from him. “Fuck.” Satoru leaves just a couple seconds for him to breathe before he’s nosing at your clit again. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy. I love it.” The warm puffs of his breath have you whimpering alone, his teeth grazing the puffy bundle of nerves with the lightest pressure but your hips buck anyway. Not too far though, his hands are tight on your hips again to set you where he needs you, lips poised right under your clit before he latches on and sucks. Hard. Your tears are sudden, springing in your eyes, hot down your cheeks, heel of your palm pressing into his forehead, next one in his hair still – not sure if you want him off you or if you want more from him. Juices smear on his flushed skin, glistening under blue light as he just doesn’t let up. Not for a second. “Ooh, shit.” Satou’s just as much of a mess as you are. Hair mussed, flushed down to his chest and panting, blown out pupils. His hand slips between your thighs, pulling off your clit, finger taking its spot almost immediately “You’re so pretty. So fuckin’ pretty, god.” He lubes you up with his spit again, slick and cool right on your nub, smearing it across the flesh before he’s pushing your wetness back inside you. He chokes on his breath at how slippery you are there before he replaces it with his tongue again. “Best pussy in the world. All—mm—mine-” His hands are everywhere, grabbing at your thighs, your ass, fingers pushing apart your soft folds to keep you spread on his tongue. You feel feverish in your pleasure, sucking in greedy breaths, rocking losing rhythm but gaining pace because fuck, you just needed to cum for him.

“S’fucking messy.” His groans tell you that’s he’s as into this as you are, and the thought alone send a harsh curl, unable to catch your breath in the wake of an incoming orgasm. Your brain feels like goo, your limbs feel useless. Satoru’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass to grind you, to let you use him.

It’s right there, it’s a hot, tight pressure ready to burst outward like a supernova. But it’s not how you want it, you know it can get much better than it already is. “’Toru..” You whine, and he’s already moving you like he’d read your mind, like he needs the same thing. Hands on your waist, shifting you off his face and down his body. You don’t even process how fast you’d gotten moved – his hands are almost frantic on your frame, up off your waist, squeezing your tits.

“Fuck,” He chokes out, sucking at his bottom lip soaked with the taste of you, barely able to hold off, “I know, pretty. I know. Let me just—” His voice is hoarse, still breathless from doing nothing but feasting on you for the past couple minutes. His hands are all shaky, fumbling, undoing the tie of the robe with your help to free his cock. The length of him springs up hard and heavy, leaking, rosy head so flushed with colour that it looks painful. “Need you so bad.” You’re quick to hover over him, hand braced to his chest and the other moving to grip him to run the blunt tip through your sappy folds to lubricate him. Not that he really needs it. “T-Toru..’Toru, please.”

He doesn’t need further prompting, hands finding your ass again to lower you on him, heat surrounding the entirety of his dick almost instantly with how wet you are.  You’re both shaking, you’re not sure you even have the strength to bounce on his lap but you do, just once – just your hips lifting and falling just once-

Satoru’s jaw slackens, grabbing at your hips as the tight, wet clutch of your cunt undoes him. Jaw slackened, whimper noisy as he cums. “Fucking—Oh my god.” It’s a proper orgasm too. Abs tensing, fingers digging into your ass as milky ropes fill you pulse after pulse. And maybe it’s the whimper, the look on his face when he creampies you. Maybe the heat of the room. Maybe the fact that you were close already – but a full body tremor moves through you, cumming just as hard as he had. The arch of your spine almost looks painful, thighs clamping together, biting your lip to keep from crying as the waves just pummel you. “Haah- Mm, oh my god.”

You’re both breathing heavily, bowed into his chest and looking down at him, shaky fingers spreading and closing on his skin as though you’re checking if he’s real. “Baby.” He whines like you moving the smallest bit pains him, like it pulls him deeper inside. “..Doesn’t count. It doesn’t-“

“What?” You don’t understand his murmurs, don’t get what he’s on about till he’s holding you to his chest a flipping you two, pulling out your heat with a wet slosh – still hard all for you. Your stomach tightens at the sight of him, still hard and glistening with the mess of his previous release and the slick from just being in you. His cum leaves you in a slow pool past your folds, a mess around the pair, trailing down the inner curve of your ass.

“I said it…that one doesn’t count, baby. Definitely not.” He grits the words out, hand wrapped ‘round himself to stroke lightly, squeezing near the tip to hold himself off.

It’s like your sensitivity is nonexistent, like you hadn’t just orgasmed, because you’re already throbbing again, eager to be filled. “You just came though, how’re you even…you’re hard again.” Sure, his refractory period was great, but this? You don’t know what to make of this at all. “I know. I know – I wasn’t ready. You just fucking sat, all pretty and wet-“ Satoru groans, notching himself near your cunt again, smacking the upper side of your clit with light pressure. He drags his tip through the mess there, pressing it back inside with the lightest pressure, cock head catching on your entrance. “Came in two fucking seconds, we need a redo.”

Your pussy molds around him just as easily this time when he begins pushing in, legs bringing him in, feet locking on his lower back. The trimmed white hairs at his base graze your too sensitive clit with his shallow thrusts, hips lifting minutely in your chase for more of him.

“You feel so good,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders again as you pulled him down to kiss at the corner of his mouth. White brows are scrunched in his focus, hips tilting back just enough so only his swollen cockhead is inside you, quickly sheathing himself inside your warm, plush cunt with a smooth roll, every nerve in your cunt lighting up for him. “Can’t..can’t even fucking focus,” He whimpers again, hand cupping your nape to keep you looking at him, sure that in itself was making holding off even harder. “You’re so pretty. Gonna die. I’m gonna fucking die.” He drags out the last word, hands lifting your hips to angle you to the way a pillow under your hips would, dick pressing in and out repeatedly, hitting the spots that you need him in. You feel giddy, you feel hot all over.

His dramatics get an airy laugh from you, which quickly trails off into a moan with a direct drive into your walls again. The soft spot in you gives way to the weight of his cock pressing into it, breathing picking up, only producing more slick for him to slide in easier. “You’re not gonna die.” You lift off the bed just enough to get to him, arm banding around his neck, kissing his swollen lips just to shut him up. “You’re fineee.” He’s just as noisy in your mouth, pulling off to mouth at the sides of your mouth, down your jaw, nosing at your cheek almost reverently.

“God—fuck. I love you.” Satoru chokes on his words, hands shaking where they’re gripping your thighs. “You’re so wet, feels so good.” He pulls out just enough to make you ache again before he’s pushing back in with a fluid thrust, pelvis flush with yours. “So tight-“ His breath catches as you tighten around him, shaky fingers flexing on your hips. “No, don’t do that, baby. Be nice.”

You’re more than amused at his antics, how wound up he is though you’re really not any better. The mess between you is sticky and obscene, each paced thrust pushing more of the mixed release out of you. The milky sheen spreads with his continuing thrusts, slicking down his length, turning more frothy around his base the more he moves. Gojo hisses, gaze fixed between you two momentarily, glancing away as if looking elsewhere would make the pressure building at the base of his cock dissipate (it doesn't).

He still thinks he’s going to die despite your reassurance. The fit is too snug even with how wet you are, his balls feel like they’re tight enough to explode and he just needs to cum again. His next maneuver is quick – hands on your hips no longer keeping you lifted, grabbing a pillow to shove it under there instead. His cock nudges deeper and he groans like he’s about to lose his mind. Your arms fall away from his neck to lie back, weight pressing into you as he braces on his forearms, caging you in on either side.

He's much closer at this angle, near enough for you to kiss his nose, close enough for him to breathe you in. You lean up to kiss him again, press of your lips all sweet against his. He can’t help but look at you, doesn’t care that it’ll make him cum faster. “Pretty baby.” He murmurs, forehead dropping to yours, thrusts slowing momentarily. The slow, deep drags set you alight, toes curling, hips bucking. His breath carries a breathy tone, adams apple bobbing in a harsh swallow, nose bumping against the side of his. One hand finds its way between you two, thumb pressing into your clit, circles slow to not overwhelm you too quickly.

And he’s out again, just to slam back in. Your head falls back with a sharp cry, folds clinging to him every time he leaves, stretched around his base every time he bottoms out again. And its continuous, you don’t think you’re doing much past moaning and whining under him, hips rolling and bucking to fuck him back because no way you’d just let him do all the work. “Gonna fucking cumm-“

"I know. I know.” His thrusts turn sharper, needier, a little desperate. " C’mon, baby, give me another. Cum for me.” Gojo snaps into you like he’s lost his mind, mess between you only growing worse – slick and his cum smeared on his cock and spreading with every pounding thrust, balls connecting with your ass in harsh smacks.

He’s noisy, face presses up against your throat, completely pussy drunk out his mind. “Fuck—oh fuck, you look so good.” His lips ghost over your pulse, tongue dragging on skin, teeth sinking in. “Gonna keep you – gotta fucking marry you.” “Huh?” His mouth is everywhere it can reach, kissing you all over your cheeks, across your jaw, hips beginning to drive into you faster. The frame of the large bed shifts on its legs, lewd slap of skin filling the room. He’s barely pulling out before he drives back in to the hilt at this point, damp curls at his base rubbing right against your clit. “Soo serious. I’m g’nna…god. Best thing to ever happen to me. I swear to god.” The answering throb around him drags another helpless sound from him, hips starting to batter into you faster – watching the threads of slick between your cunt and his cock, watching you shiver under him. “Fuck, I’d put a ring on you tomorrow.” He gets out between his moans. Gosh, the things he says when he gets inside you.

Your whole body jerks when his cock throbs inside, voice cracking in another moan against your skin. That itself if proof enough that he’s ready to come undone, hips throwing into yours wildly, spot being hit head on without any mercy. The air around you two is blistering, moans and your coupling loud, bed creaking. The coil inside you gives way with an angled press to your g-spot again, jaw slackening, spots dancing in your vision. A long moan leaves you with the rush of cum as you gush around him that feels like it’d push him right out. But he’s fucking you through it, he’s rubbing your clit in firmer circles to draw it out as you pulse and flutter around his dick, his own orgasm a needy heat at the base of his cock and settled in his cum heavy balls.

You whimper and whine pathetically every time he bottoms out, fighting past the building overstim to buck your hips up into his in quick movements, damp spot under your frames only spreading. He knows he isn’t set to last much longer after you’d came on him like that, and his point is only proven when his hips stutter, too overwhelmed by your heat, by the orgasm that had been right there since he’d started back up.

And then he’s sinking in to the hilt again, shoving your pliant body into the mattress as his orgasm rips through him.

The groan he lets out is downright filthy, a choked, trembling moan as he buries himself inside you to the hilt, cock twitching, cum mixing in with the remnants of his first load to fill you up again. “Oh fuck- Oh fuckkk, Toru!” Your hands grab at him again as hot waves rush through you, making your legs shake as he fucks his release deeper, hips jerking uncontrollably with every last drop. His forearms tremble as he finally stops cumming, the pair of you panting harshly against each other’s mouths, hips rolling weakly to keep his cum seated deep. “…Jeez.” Satoru lowers onto your chest, weight pressed there only for a moment before he’s rolling the two of you so you’re on his instead, easing his cock out of you slowly. You wince, already feeling yourself gap open from the loss of him and the telling feeling of his cum beginning to slide out of you in a slow stream.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You groan, burying your face in his neck, soothed by light strokes of his hand over your sweat dampened back.

“Mhm, anything you want.” Satoru hums, grinning to himself as he loops his arms around you, face pressed up into your hair, “Need to redo the skincare too. I think we sweat it out.”

Oh, most definitely.

You groan at even the thought of moving, playing with his hair absently, too exhausted to even lift your head right now. “All of this because you wanted a natural facial.” Though it’s kind of on you too since you’d happily let him feast on you then well, this. “We should go clean up.” You’re both covered in a sheen layer of sweat and cum, mostly the former – clearly in dire need of a good wash once again. Neither of you make any effort to move, though. He’s all warm and you feel sluggish, bodies rapidly cooled by air from the vents as you just lie there ‘til you’re feeling all sticky. “Okay, upsie daisy., pretty girl.” You’re not surprised to see that he still has energy, hoisting you up with him, cradled against his chest like his bride. “I’ll do all the work this time.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Meep-Cute

Bucky Barnes & shapeshifter!Reader (platonic; you are Alpine) ((eventual Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader))

Summary: In your fluffy, white cat form, you come across a stranger who is unexpectedly kind.

I decided to make this a drabble series because it's really just a bunch of cute situations until the big reveal. Let's just enjoy some adorable fluff and sweet!Bucky in the mean time, right? No warnings, although there's very vague mentions that reader has a sad past, too.

*I'm sorry this is a weird one to tag on here because 'x reader' usually means a relationship, but eh, I'm doing my best, gang. WC 614

He was so still sitting on the stoop, shaggy dark hair covering his face, all black clothing that not even the buckles shine on, you didn’t know he was there until nearly past. With so much on your mind, your shoulders bend high, your head stays level, but your tail droops between your legs.

You are as low to the ground as possible, trying and failing to be as invisible as the man on the stairs.

Out of nowhere you hear this soft coo of “hello there,” startling you to jump sky high and scuttle a few paces farther before looking back.

He seems small in the shadows, but the hand that stretches out is enormous, pale. 

“Pretty girl, where you going?” His voice is so soft. You’ve been deceived by ’soft’ before.

After looking around, checking for any threats you may have missed, you chirp.

“All alone, huh? You hungry? Thirsty?”

You hiss…softly.

“Okay, okay, you don’t know me. I get it.” The pale hand withdraws into his shadows again. “I’m Bucky.”

There’s a cautious rumble in the back of your throat, but he’s made no moves to catch you, keep you, or worse.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi,’ darling.”

It’s the tinge of sadness, the resignation in his tone that turns the tables in your mind. You recognize that. Sometimes, you just want someone there, too.

He’s earned a meow, and you sit daintily on your haunches in a streak of moonlight.

“Hey,” Bucky mutters, shifting, “aren’t you a sweet—“

But the hand that extends this time is shiny, reflective, and clicks in places, so you shy away.

“Shit. Sorry, doll.” He flips it palm up and touches his knuckles to the pavement, letting you sniff at the bizarre appendage.

The metallic smell is overwhelming. You huff it out of your nostrils.

Bucky chuckles. “Not my favorite either.”

Why you trust him enough to do this, you couldn’t say, but you’re compelled to bap at the fingers until he pulls them away, insisting they aren’t a toy.

Bucky tsks, patting himself down for a moment before going straight for his boot lace, asking if you like strings instead.

You aren’t a real cat. He doesn’t know—hopefully never will—but shouldn’t be put out by undoing an entire shoe for your entertainment, so you immediately walk forward and place your paw on the ties.

His hands freeze.

When you look up, your eyes adjust to the deeper darkness to see tortured features, sad, strained, and questioning. He seems shocked, and you sense he fears something, about this situation or about you.

You tap your paw against him once more and cock your head to the side playfully, hoping to lighten that weight sitting atop him. You know that feeling. You left that feeling only hours ago.

Bucky’s breath catches as he hesitates, inscrutable eyes wide and watching, until his pale hand raises slowly to pet you between the ears. It’s only the graze of his fingertips, hardly even a scratch, but you make sure to purr in encouragement.

Those downcast eyes transform, crinkling at the edges as a smile breaks the mask of unspoken pain, and he coos again.

“Hello, there, beautiful lady. Whatcha doing all alone out here?”

You could ask him the same, but you’re not ready to be human yet. Too much has happened. Too much could happen still. It’s safer to take your time, to listen, to stay, so you lean into his hand, flop onto your side, draped across the steel toes of his big boots, and chatter incoherently.

Bucky’s smart, though, because you can tell he knows you meant, “well, I’m not alone now.”

[Next Part: Scaredy Cat]

[Love Bites with Steve Rogers]

[Main Masterlist; Companion Animal Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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idk what I did the scene just seemed pretty yanderish

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