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i feel like dwayne would be THE BEST sugar daddy and also totally whipped for you. whatever you want, it's yours and he doesn't care how expensive it is. whatver the price it's practically pocket money to him. he also seems like the type to pay for your girls trip just because
No cause youâre 100% right! Pick an era and youâve still got a bomb ass sugar daddy.
The Rock is just ballin 24/7 and he makes sure youâre taken care of. Hair? Covered. Clothes? The best. Whatever you want, heâs gonna get it for you. As a gift for himself, he sometimes gets you anklets, bracelets, and such with his name on it.
Have you ever wanted a car with your name or nickname as the plate???
He will have your family swooning because he will always have something for them if you ever bring him around.
And yes, he is very much paying for your girls trip. Heâs the type of sugar daddy that you donât mind giving the occasional sugar either cause you have to be a supreme hater to not think that man is fine. I donât care about preferences lol.
#dwayne the rock johnson#the rock x reader#rocky maivia#wwe x reader#wwf x reader#dwayne johnson x reader#wwe headcanons#wwf headcanons#asks
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Imagine accidentally blurting out to Dwayne Johnson that youâre attracted to his black wrestling gear look.
The small party wasnât acting like a small party - the main cast, including you, of the film that you had just shot, had gotten together inside of this little dive bar, bringing life into the place. There was music, there was some people dancing, there were conversations, drinks to be had, some mediocre food like nachos and fries but after a few beers, everything was tasting good.
What you were doing during the festivities was sitting at a table with your co-workers Dwayne âThe Rockâ Johnson and Aldis Hodge, discussing the formerâs career as a wrestler before he turned into an actor. âIt was real fun,â Dwayne said with a laugh. âI liked seeing the different cities. The actual traveling though, that was a downside.â
You were enthralled by every story that he told about being on the road, being in the ring. Dwayne was an amazing story teller - and the way that his muscles flexed when heâd act something out. You couldnât look away for a second.
âI always liked watching the dramatics,â You said, picking at one of Aldisâs fries. He tried to swat you away but you were too quick, celebrating your win by eating it down. âThe entrances. The outfits.â You giggled, the words coming out of your mouth.Blame the shots. âI was always attracted to the little black shorts and the boots look.â
Aldis barked in laughter beside you while Dwayne pulled out his infamous eyebrow raise. The same one that made shivers go up your spine while at the same time feeling warm and fuzzy inside. You werenât acknowledging what you said just yet. You hadnât realized you said it. Not until he questioned it. âYou always were, huh?â
That warmth turned to an uncomfortable heat real fast.
âI mean itâs uhh - itâs iconic. Itâs great, right Aldis?â
âIâm not Hawkman right now, Iâm not swooping in to save you.â
You were forced to face Dwayne all on your own, but that eyebrow went down and he couldnât hold in the laugh. âI appreciate that, thanks y/n. You should come try on the boots sometime, I still have them.â
âWait really? I can do that?â
âYeah, anything for someone who has ... always been attracted to them.â
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#Dwayne Johnson#Dwayne Johnson x reader#The Rock#The Rock x reader#Dwayne Johnson imagines#The Rock imagines#celebrity#celebrity imagines#request#imagines#dwaynej#x reader
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imagine simon whoâs roommate has some SERIOUSSSS road rage (same). especially as someone whoâs usually quiet it shocks the shit out of people to drive with me.
you donât normally drive, but simonâs tired. he just got home from a long mission. however, the manâs gotta eat so you decide to take him out to grab a bite that way neither of you will have to lift a finger.
as always, itâs quiet. between the two of you not much is said, but itâs a comfortable silence.
until you get to a light thatâs green, and has been for more than six seconds. thatâs all it takes to flip your switch.
âgo!!! itâs green for fucks sakes!!!!â
your strength mirrors that of superman with the way your palm slams against the horn.
and simon is lost for fucking words. his eyes snap over to you and he watches the crease in your brows, and the way your face scrunches into a scowl.
it doesnât stop there though as they finally take off, albeit slowly. which simon notices only pisses you off more.
your fingers are drumming against the steering wheel, foot tapping the gas, and youâre literally riding the ass of the poor bastard in front of you.
âi will take both of us out if you donât hurry it the fuck up.â
youâre punctuating your words with more taps on the gas. you arenât screaming like before but your voice is borderline demonic.
finally they make a turn. you all but obliterate the gas pedal as you take off, and let out the breath you had been holding this entire time.
when you turn to peek over at simon, his eyes are glued to you, practically bulging out of his head.
and he has no idea whether he should be scared or horny.
#i just know this man is rock hard in the seat next to you lmao#cod ghost#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x female reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#ghost x female reader#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley x gn reader#simon ghost riley x gn reader#simon riley imagine#call of duty mwii#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod mw ghost#cod mw#cod modern warfare#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod#call of duty warzone#cod mwii#cod ghosts#ghost mw2#sirin writesâËŕż
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this guy and walls, geez
#he likes putting you between a rock and a hard place (himself and a wall)#silly guy likes staring uninterrupted give him a sec. or 20 minutes#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#moon x reader#post fire au#art: copper cogs rusted through#fanart
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Spotting Beelzebub alone on a couch is a very dangerous trap that must be avoided at all costs.
He may appear to be minding his own business, sitting there innocently, scrolling his DDD. Maybe chewing on a mint. But make no mistake, this is a trap.
Should you choose to sit next to him, your fate is sealed. Beelzebub may put a hand around your shoulder or pull you towards his lap. He may just remain still. Yet every single time, Belphegor will appear. Very swiftly, very silently.
Belphegor will sit so close to you that he's practically on top of you and will proceed to squish you into his twin. He throws a leg over your knee, over Beelzebub's too, and lets his body go slack. Gravity takes care of the rest as he topples into you like a domino. He's heavy. Arms cover your head as you disappear from view.
Shout as you might, Beelzebub allows this to happen. With his hands on either side, there is no escape. You sink down and your cheek winds up pressed against his naval while Belphegor cozies in close, his breath flooding your nose. You can flail your lower legs until someone gets tired of the squirming and holds them down. The twins will cuddle you until they feel satisfied.
The Attic Club Sandwich shows no mercy.
#cuddled between a rock and a hard place#one of the other brothers could walk right on by and be like âoh the twins are being so cute.â#completely missing MC buried in the middle and gasping for breath.#obey me#obey me!#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me scenarios#obey me swd#obey me x mc#obey me fanfic#obey me x reader#obey me fandom#obey me headcanon#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me mc#obey me fluff#obey me beelzebub x mc#obey me beelzebub x you#obey me beelzebub x reader#obey me belphegor x you#obey me belphegor x mc#obey me belphegor x reader#attic club sandwich#obey me attic club sandwich
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the jailbird (2)
prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley
part 1 | original text post
cw: (former) prisoner!simon, civilian!reader, romance & fluff, smut, size kink, sane and consensual, roleplay, rough sex, spanking, bondage & gags, tattoo kink, dom!simon, sub!reader
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living with an ex-convict was interesting. he still woke up at the crack of dawn, and as a result you were up too. he didn't know where anything was in your apartment, he hated that he had to wake you up but he didn't know where the spoons were.
you were happy to help him and spend some extra time together before you went to work. the more you were around him, the more you realized how big he was compared to you.
even his hands were much larger than yours. he loved to wrap you up in his arms and hold you while you were making yourself some breakfast. those strong tattooed arms around your middle as you flipped eggs.
sometimes he'd bury his face in your neck and visibly relaxed. he was still dealing with his fair share of trauma from the previous events of his life. and while it often left him stressed, he found comfort in you.
"you're my anchor, love." he said within the first week of his return to society.
you simply smiled and tried not to blush too hard as you said, "well, si. i'll happily be your anchor, as long as your mine."
"you're anchor, your rock, your foot solider, your lover." he said as he kept his gaze on you. since he had been living with you, you found his expression had softened a little. he could relax here.
"my husband." you reached out for him. he took your hand and kissed the top of it before he held it for a moment then returned it to you.
simon had a long road ahead of him, being on the inside for so long was going to cause some problems. but, he knew even if he had nothing. he had you.
it was almost five months into living together and he managed to get an interview working in small parts manufacturing. while it was tedious, they didn't need to look at his criminal record. which greatly excited him.
when he came home from the interview, he told you that it went well. that they seemed to like his dedication and were impressed when he mentioned his time in the military. he said, "got the whole 'thank you for your service'." as he held you and kissed you deeply.
it felt like your little lives were coming together. but the one thing you hated to admit to yourself. you sort of had a dark side, it wasn't anything too aggressive or 'evil'. you thought that simon was the perfect boyfriend, he'd never hurt a hair on your head.
but the idea of being with a criminal sort of had a sexy ring to it. to be with the bad boy. you almost felt embarrassed to admit it when he'd come home with flowers for you, or when he smiled at you. or when he held your hand when you went out. with you he got to be a person with love.
deep down you wanted to know the depths of your boyfriend. you wanted to know what a man like him, with his skill set, was capable of. you wanted it to burn, ache and hurt.
it took a lot of courage, you communicated with your boyfriend about a little make believe. while hesitant at first, he slowly started to warm up to the idea. you knew he was open to it when he came home from one, actually the first day at his job, with a bundle of bondage rope.
"the blue looks good on you." he remarked as he finished tying you up on the bed. he had your arms behind your back with you on your side and one leg tied to the bed post.
you looked at him, those eyes of yours were so alluring. you tried to move your leg but was stuck to the bed. he smiled down at you and tapped the ball gag in your mouth.
"but it doesn't matter what you want. right?' he asked, "i've searched a long time for you. you're not an easy woman to catch." he got between your legs, and hiked one leg over his shoulder as he started to aggressively lick your cunt. it was already dripping from the act of him tying you up.
there was no escape for you, even if you somehow got out of the bondage. he was almost twice the size of you and could do some damage if he wanted to.
you squirmed and whimpered around the ball gag as he took long, hard licks against your clit. he wanted to make sure his girl was wet enough for his large cock.
"maybe i should breed ya. bring you back to the boys all fat with my brats.' he purred, "i don't think they can throw ya in the can if you're pregnant. but who knows, you got pregnant by a thief." he continued to lick your sweet cunt. he was in heaven.
he really was so much bigger than you. he overpowered you, he could keep you down and fuck you until he had his fill, and there was nothing you could do about it. you were bound and gagged like a good girl.
he kept at it, he even teased your hole with his thick fingers until you were squirming more with your moans getting louder. he slapped your ass and gave you a stern look over your pussy. he gripped your leg over his shoulder. "shut up." he growled, "i don't need ya causin' a scene. i'd hate to go back to prison because you can't keep your trap shut up."
you hole clenched and he chuckled. he patted where he smacked and grabbed at the flesh before he went back to his feast between your legs. it didn't take long before the slick between your thighs got all over his face.
he pulled away and sat up on his knees. he stared down at you with your thigh wrapped around his waist. he was going to fuck you at a weird angle, but it was the only way he could keep his little prize tied up. he wiped is face, "you are the best thing i've caught." he said, "stolen a lotta loose change, but they're nothin' to the sweet taste of your cunt." he got his cock out his sweatpants and started to rub it against your slick pussy. he let out a harsh sigh from the sensation, "they should be keepin' ya behind the vault door." the tip slipped in for a moment and you clenched around it.
you whimpered and tried to pushed yourself down on his cock, but it was hard to do that when you were so tied up, he pushed the hair out of your eyes, your leftover wetness got on your cheek from his movements.
"but, you need to know." he said, "you're mine to do whatever to. your mommy and daddy aren't gonna save ya. you fell in love with a bad man and now you're lettin' him fuck your cunt raw. what's gonna happen at christmas when you're all swollen with my brats. riley boys are lil hell raisers." he went back to rubbing his cock up against your slit, "you'll be mine forever. my little prize. i should've taken ya a long time ago. just snatched ya up off the train. keep ya to myself." his tongue was getting loose from the buzz of pleasure in his brain.
you whimpered around the gag and almost cried out when he slipped his large cock into you easily. you felt it in your guts and his pace was much more brutal than the other times you've made love. that was the difference, you made love before. this was dirty, primal sex between a criminal and his captive.
the sounds of sex filled the air, paired with simon's heavy breathing. his heart was thumping steadily as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. he loomed over you as he drilled himself into you. you were a comfortably tight fit around his cock.
you dug your nails into your palms from the immense pleasure and yelped when he slapped your ass. you whimpered when he leaned further into you to get closer into your personal space. his pace was brutal and it excited you.
"i'm a bad man." he said lowly, his voice close to your ear, "my worst crime is tainting such a precious angel." he held onto your calf as he bent your hips the closer he got. his voice was hot, "fill ya right up, make sure no other man has a chance to get ya knocked up." his tattooed hand went to your stomach which he gave a small rub, "my girl carryin' my boys."
your eyes almost rolled back from the heat in your body. you were almost drooling around the rubber gag in your mouth. it was dirty, it was filth. if anyone saw the state you were in, they would be shocked!
your head felt full of lust, you felt your lover so close to him. you knew despite the roughness and the harsh words, the entire scenario was safe. you knew you could get out of this if you needed to. but it wasn't getting to be too much, it was just enough.
the wetness between your legs and the flips in your stomach only excited you. to have such a large man be so domineering. it made you feel small in a good way. it was almost like being bound made you feel protected.
that you could lay yourself over to him and he'd cherish you. even if you were his little 'prize' for the evening. the hottest part was the pace at which his cock was battering your womb.
you whimpered against your gag and felt the heat rush through you. you held onto your palms as best as you could with your arms bound. the entire situation left you spinning, there was no wonder that orgasm crept up on you so easily.
with a loud moan around your gag, you climaxed around his cock. the tightness of your cunt mid-orgasm milked his cock till he was seeing stars. he came inside of you, his seed hit against the back of your womb.
the feeling of being able to do so left him a little slack-jawed. but he kept it together, even if his cheeks were flushed. when he finished, he slowly pulled out and started to untie you. his hands were shaky from the after effects of his orgasm.
he took the gag out of your mouth and pulled you in for a kiss when he finished untying you. he fell into bed with you and laid on top of the covers with you. he held you gently and kissed your face. he gave you gentle praise as he kept you in his arms.
when he looked at you, all was right in the world. you held onto him and pressed kisses against his face. after care consisted of tea and a small snack followed by a shower together, where he washed every part of you.
even though you were capable of doing it yourself, you still appreciated how detail orientated he was in the manner of getting you clean. little did you know that biology was working its magic and simon's seed found home in your cervix.
you better hope that the line about the riley boys being hellions was untrue or you'd have your hands full. it didn't help that when simon's hand grazed your stomach as he washed you that you blushed and tucked yourself closer to him.
mama riley did have a ring to it.
#jailhouse rock au#bunny writes#call of duty#reader insert#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty smut#simon ghost riley#ghost call of duty#call of duty x reader#simon ghost riley fanfiction#simon ghost#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost smut#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#prison au#call of duty fanfic
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Naruto Characters Accidentally Calling their Girlfriend their Wife
MR KRABSSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAA
Fem reader (or if you want to be called wife)
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shino, Kiba, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Rock Lee, Kankuro, and Gaara.
(Masterlist is up now) also Iâll be adding Sai to this in the morning
Naruto Uzumaki
Heâs talking to some new people and enthusiastically pulls you to his side, a large smile on his face, and he says âThis is my wife! Y/N!â
You canât hide your shock, not fully at least. Heâs never called you his wife before. I mean, heâs said things like âyouâll be my future wife, right?â As he giggles or something.
But you are in a state of shock that he introduced you that way.
Nonetheless, youâre happy.
If the person makes a comment about how young or cute you two are for a married couple, heâd realize. Likely, heâd respond a little oddly, stuttering, but recovers and just full sends with the claim youâre his wife.
Sasuke Uchiha
If heâs with you, youâre gonna be his wife anyways. He didnât get with you until he was sure of that, because it took him a long time to realize he felt that way anyways.
So he calls you his wife with full confidence, before realizing his mistake. However, he doesnât care too much to correct himself or anything.
Because you are gonna marry him right? (Heâs actually really nervous to propose, but he wonât admit that.)
People would probably just believe him immediately considering just how serious he is about you to even be with you.
When you confront him about it later, heâll ask you if that was okay, explain it was a mistake, but heâll probably comment on how heâs dating to marry anyways so⌠you might as well be his wife.
You can probably expect a proposal soon.
Shino Aburame
I canât fully see this happening tbh. However, letâs say that it does.
Heâd probably over explain himself to the person he referred of you as his wife too.
Not that he doesnât want you as his wife, but you havenât said youâll be his wife yet. So he canât call you his wife. Thatâs how he sees it.
Heâll probably think he messed up and upset you, so youâll have to explain it was cute.
Once you explain to him, heâll see your point. Maybe with some reluctance to lighten up on himself.
Heâll be happy you want to be seen as his wife though.
Kiba Inuzuka
Realized his mistake, but he could not be bothered.
He will keep on as if there is no mistake. As if you are legally married.
Heâll be upset if you correct him in front of people.
Itâll turn into a bit of an argument if you correct him in any way other than sweetly.
Because what the big deal???
If you leave it alone, and talk to him later, now heâs nervous and stuttering. But heâll likely comment on how he knows you want to marry him so you might as well be called his wife.
Shikamaru Nara
Immediately realizing what slipped out his mouth.
Does he really want you to be his wife? Well, of course he does. But thatâs a lot for him to accidentally spill out to some strangers youâre both meeting.
They donât know he made a mistake, because you roll with it.
Later, heâll try to avoid talking about it, but if you bring it up, heâll say it was a mistake, donât take it so seriously.
If you seem down about his underwhelming response, heâll likely have an actual talk about his future with you to reassure you that he was just being an idiot when he said that.
Choji Akimichi
He forgot youâre not his wife.
I think Choji would just love you so much that he would simply treat you like a wife. To the point he forgets, youâre not his wife.
If you comment on it, heâll think about it and probably be like ohhhh right.
Heâll apologize, but more than likely youâll just say it was cute.
I can see him calling you wifey.
But if heâs gonna call you that, heâs gotta get you that ring. Heâs planning on it as yall speak.
Neji Hyuga
You two are waiting a while before calling it official. Plans of marriage are far off.
Heâs a little too traditional to jump at marriage quickly.
So when he accidentally calls you his wife, it was to Hiashi. He went pale. Paler than usual.
Later, depending on how exactly that went, heâll probably be in his head.
Letâs assume for this though, that Hiashi approves of you completely.
Hiashi made a comment, rather he meant it badly or not, Neji will take it the wrong way. Realize he jumped too far.
Youâll have to tell him you find it cute, and rather his uncle approves of you two or not, youâll be his wife someday :)
Rock Lee
It COULD be an honest mistake.
But letâs be honest,
Itâs Lee.
He calls you his wife to your face, to other people, hell, heâd shout it from the roof tops.
So itâs not an accident. He meant it. He will one day make you his wife, so why would he not call you his wife now!
If you have any reserves about being called his wife before actual marriage, he will pout and be upset. He wonât understand.
But, once thatâs over, heâs crying and begging for forgiveness.
Please tell him itâs cute that he wants to marry you, even if you do want to have a talk with him about not assuming roles you donât officially have.
Gaara
HE CALLED YOU HIS WIFE IN FRONT OF A CROWD. so now heâs blushing.
He might correct his mistake, might not. Depends.
Heâs a confident speaker, but that threw him off a little bit.
Likely you were a strong shinobi or something and he was trying to give you credit where itâs due, but it didnât go as planned.
When you too are alone later, youâll bring it up likely.
If you tell him you thought it was cute or sweet, heâll turn bright red like his hair.
He likely wonât go on calling you his wife or anything. Maybe in private.
But heâs not ashamed of it. After all, heâs strongly considering marriage.
Kankuro
Called you his wife to his siblings while you were over for dinner.
Temari is not letting him live it down.
âHey, I think your wife is trying to get your attention.â âI donât know, maybe ask your wife?â âWhat about your wife?â From then on out.
Heâs frustrated because it was a mistake, BUTTTT honestly, eventually heâll make some snarky comment about how at least heâs closer to marriage than she is. Then he probably harps on Shikamaru a little bit in defense for his own comment.
(He approves of Shikamaru tho, if heâs being real. He just thinks itâs a little funny)
As long as this is before a certain point.
He decides to call you his wife to your face.
Heâll call you that to tease you now.
#naruto shino x reader#naruto x reader#naruto Shino#Kankuro#Gaara#Gaara x reader#Kankuro x reader#rock lee x reader#rock lee#Lee#Lee x reader#kiba inuzuka#Kiba x reader#Shino x reader#naruto Shippuden x reader#naruto shippuden#shikamaru nara#Shikamaru x reader#shino aburame x reader#Neji x reader#Neji Hyuga x reader#naruto uzumaki#naruto uzumaki x reader#Sasuke Uchiha#sasuke Uchiha x reader#Sasuke x reader#Choji x reader#choji akimichi#Choji Akimichi x reader#Choji
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wanna feel you against me â âš
rock climber!ellie williams x f!reader
your friend takes you rock climbingâand shit your belay instructing partner is hot
tw: not proofread, SMUT, modern!au, sensual flirting, sex on a floor mat, grinding, fingering (r receiving), kissing, strangers to lovers, râs friend is a bit annoying, r is wearing a tank top, muscle kink, cum kink (if u squint)
wc â 1.9k ⢠this is based off a real experience of mine
It was a random suggestion. Rock climbing, something very fun but you feel itâs not talked about a lot. Your friend brought it up, texting if youâd like to join her to go rock climbing for no particular reason (she wanted to see her boyfriend). You had nothing else planned that day, so why not. With the admission fee of $10 an hour, it sounded like a great time.
Your friend drove, chatting the entire way about how her boyfriendâs been doing this since forever. Mainly she was getting on about how he would teach her and she was almost crushing like a middle schooler. It was cute, also a bit annoying because it was the entire conversation until you arrived to the place. You had a feeling that once she saw him, heâd leave you behindâbut whatever, youâll still have fun.
âI think heâs inside, and heâll help us get set up. I think he said heâll be at the desk.â
She was right, he was standing just to the right of the desk. He greeted you with a smile before hugging and kissing your friend.
âOkay, I have it in the system that youâre both on a belayer climbââ
You looked away from the rock walls at him once those words were uttered. Your friend looked to you with a smile, âI forgot that detail.â
You sighed, âI donât know how to climb with a belayer. I only know how to with the automatic climb.â
Some pop song that was being played across the facilities filled the awkward second. Her boyfriend waved you off, âno worries, gimme a second.â
He walked back towards some office room, leaving you with your friend. She looked around, staying silent beside you. Youâre feeling a little like you shouldnât have come until you saw the woman walking behind her boyfriend. Like an old cartoon you almost felt your bottom lip drop open in a gasp.
âHere, sheâll teach you. That okay?â
âYeah. Yeah thatâs fine.â
He started to bring your friend over to get set up to climb, and she looked back at youâmouthing a sorry. Sheâs lucky that this woman is attractive.
The woman looked to you with a smile, reaching a hand out, âNameâs Ellie. Iâll be assisting your climb today.â
Holy fuck, her handsâthe tattoo trailing down her wrist and stopping near her bicep.
Your inner turmoil was hidden deep within you when you reached a very steady hand back to meet here, voice clear and calm as you introduce yourself.
âNever done belay climbing, huh?â
She says, reaching to grab ahold of the shoe that was of the sizing you told her.
âNo, never have. Iâve only done pulley.â
âWell today youâll learn. We can take it easy, of course unless you prefer to just full send it.â
You grabbed the climbing shoes from her, âabsolutely not, I have a slight issue with heights. So, Iâm interested to see how this goes.â
She rests a hand on her hip, âscared of heightsâ? Or?â
âNo,â you finished pulling the strap, âjust worried if Iâll fall from a high heightâlike nothing will catch me.â
âNo worries there, I wonât let you. What size? Iâll grab your harness.â
She walks back out with this thing that always looks a messâsimilar to a ball of combined necklaces getting caught on each other. She hands it to you, laughing and reaching her hands around you to help strap it on when you struggle.
âEver strapped before orâ? Youâre shit at this.â
You almost choked, âno. I mean I have, I just donât do it often.â
âThatâs crazy to me, all Iâve really ever known is rock climbing.â
She walks onto the mats with you in toll, âhow long have you done it?â
âOh man,â she sighs, looking for an empty spot, âsince I was really little. Friend of mine, Joelâhe taught me and Iâve had a love for it since.â
She widens her stance after grabbing a spot, âalright, you know the basics I assume? Keep your hips close to the wall. Here start climbing a little and Iâll adjust a bit.â
You gripped onto a few rocks, all of a similar colorâgreen and climbed up a foot off the ground. Ellie reached her hand, sliding it onto your hip to adjust your posture. Her grip is stern, leaning it where she sees as right.
âKeep a hip close to the wall. Helps posture, makes it easier on your body.â
You nod, moving forward as she directs.
âMm, good. Here Iâll get you set up now.â
She looks excited to do so, moving back to grab chalk and such. Fuck you really shouldnât be almost imaging scenarios just from seeing her handsâher back and arm muscles flexing from the slightest movement.
The climb runs smoothly, especially with her. Her instructions are easy to follow. The little praises throughout the climb is really what motivates you. If she told you to go left, you didâyou trusted her. And it was fun as hell, laughter shared when youâd mess up your left and rights or make a silly comment.
Two hours flew by and you werenât even realizing how the facility started to grow emptier. Families, friends, children, couplesâall started to leave. The windows out front, having opened up for the sunset light to shine throughânow showed how much time had passed since. It was dark save for the street lights.
âHey,â your friend called, a thin layer of sweat covering her, âtheyâre closing soon. You ready?â
Honestly you didnât want to leave. Seemed Ellie didnât want you too either.
âIm closing tonight, if you wanted to you could stay for a bit.â
The boyfriend appeared after, âperfect. Are you okay with dropping her off though? Itâll be a little late, I mean itâs already like ten.â
She waved him off, looking to you with a smile. With them gone, the two of you shifted over towards bouldering when you asked to see her climb. You especially were tired, fingers cramping from where you were pulling yourself up on the rock wall.
âWhat level do you usually boulder on,â you ask from where you laid on the matâleaned back on your elbows.
She stood in front of the wall, hands up and behind her to tie her short hair back into a ponytail, âusually like 7 or 8.â
âSo,â you drawled out the o sound, eyeing the curving wall for the level she described, âthe purple?â
She looks back to you before angling herself on the wall. A hand on one before she moved with ease towards the next fewâclimbing her way around the curve until she was almost dangling on the side. It was silent as she did so. You were enthralled for many reasons. One for her agility and strength. Two for the way her back moved when she reached for another.
She fell down once she was out on the other side, reaching the ground with a raspy laugh. You smiled, licking your lips when she got close.
âGonna try?â
âOh thereâs no way,â you point to the wall, âif you wanna see a bug squirm sure but.â
âNo, youâll do fine. Iâll help if you want.â
With how close she stood behind you, moving your hands to the right rocks and pushing your hips close to the wallâyou were fighting your insane thoughts. You could see the freckles that lined her face, could smell her woody scent, her voice was clearer beside your ear. And damn something snapped in you. She felt it too.
Her eyes would linger on your chest when you leaned, you eyed her up and downâgiving her a sly grin. The air changed. Her touches would linger, your voice got softer. You really wanted her and it really seemed she did too.
âYour friends said that?â
You asked, arms crossed. She finished her drink, shrugging, âI donât know. My friends say Iâm intimidating. That I give off dominant vibes.â
Whatever came over you then, youâre glad it did.
A finger slipped into her harness, tugging her just a bit closer. Nothing uncomfortable, but it did close a bit of distance.
âAre you?â
That set it off. Her eyes got dark, pupils blown as she looked down to your lips.
âDamn please let me kiss you.â
A smile and a nod later she had you on your back on the mat, hands above your head as she kissed you breathless. She tugged her white tank over her head with an arm. Her sports bra that was peeking the whole night was revealed.
You weaved your free hand into her hair, kissing her while undoing her pony tail. The rubber band fell somewhere, but that didnât matter to you at all. You were hot, body slick and shiny. She was in a similar boat, lips open and pantingâcoming back down on yours with little wet sounds. You moaned so sweetly in her ear when she dragged those red lips down your neck.
âFuck youâre so hot,â she mumbles, breathing in deep on your neck before biting.
You laugh, âsays you.â
She snaps back then. Her moods switching as she places soft pecks down your body until she kissed right above your pants. You nodded, begging her.
âDonât gotta ask me twice,â she whispers to nobody in particular as she slides them down your legsâleaving you in your underwear.
She slid her finger between your folds, breathing shakily when she sees how you shudder. Youâre warm again when she hovers you again.
âPlease I need you to let me fuck you. Shit youâre so hot, I need you.â
âPlease Ellieââ
Her name coming off your pretty lips was enough to make her groan. She smiles like sheâs high, kissing on your clit over your underwear. You gasp, a hand tugging at her hair while the other dug into the mat.
She tugged your underwear to the side, slipping a finger in. A hand flew to cover your mouth, eyes shutting. Slight embarrassment filled you knowing sheâs seeing how wet you are, meanwhile Ellieâs on cloud nineâgetting high off of you.
One, two, three fingers later and you have your back arched towards her. Her focus is on your face, eyes darting around to catch every shift. Eyebrows furrowing, lips dropping open, your deep breaths, nails gripping tighter on the spongy mat.
âEls, oh fuck-!â
You cried. Her pace was steady, you guess itâs from the way she works her arms out daily for hours. It pays off.
âEllieâEls!â
She kisses your jaw, âcome for me, please.â
Her body on yours, her veiny fingers working you open, her pale green eyes on yours, her little pants. Fuck you came hard. You gripped onto her tighter, actually with force to make her wince.
âDamn,â she brings her fingers out, licking them.
âDidnât know you had this in you,â you breathe out, âyou look innocent.â
She hums, ânot to my friends apparently.â
Your pants are slid back on your legs by her truly. Her body sliding to lay beside you.
âWanna go on a date?â
âLike now?â
âIf you wanna,â she starts, looking away from you almost nervously.
âIâd love to.â
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Lovemaking Afternoon
warning: smut. pure smut. nothing kinky though.
His chest brushed against your back with each pump of his hips, moaning in your ear and letting his jaw go slack and fall open. Hot breath ran down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your sweat-slicked skin, a shiver running down your spine and shooting sparks of pure electricity into your bullied cunt.
"Fuck, baby, you're drippin'," He drawled in your ear, as if in awe of the puddle of slick beneath your hips, making the sheets uncomfortably wet and sticky but he only saw it as something cute. You could be almost as messy as he was sometimes.
His voice was always a bit deeper in the morning, but a few rounds of mid-day sex could get his tone lower than ever, chest rumbling against your back as he grunted out his awe-filled praises.
"Please, honey. Cum again, won't you?" He was begging, really. He just couldn't help it, couldn't care less if he sounded desperate or whiney or whatever the hell you'd tease him for laterâ if he didn't feel you clench around his cock and gush in the next few seconds, he thought he'd go crazy.
His hand was a clumsy as it pressed itself against your front, palm against your abdomen and knuckles pressed to the sheets of the bed while he snaked his way down you the space between your hips, fumbling with the front of your sex before pressing his fingers against your clit. The bud was small and easily breakable in his fingers, but he had done this enough that his touch was on autopilot, so easily circling his digit around the nub and pressing on it with his middle finger.
"Please, I- ahhhhh," He moaned, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as he felt that familiar splash of liquid against his balls when you came, cock twitching as it spurted his load so hard in your womb it was a wonder it didn't come out your nose.
"Ah, ah, ba-aby," He couldn't think, let alone talk. Not with such a perfect pussy squeezing him tighter than he thought possible, hips bucking and twitching urgently into your ass. He didn't care that drool was spilling down the corners of his lips, or that he looked rather pathetic with his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Good, so good, please- please."
You'd think he was done by the way he panted like a marathon runner, but oh no. He just needed a second to catch the breath you had stolen from him, then he'd be right back to it.
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The Rock w/ A Goth S/O
(Like usual, this is kayfabe compliant. Also, this has elements of my fic idea basically but Iâm still workshopping stuff so I decided to do headcanons cause why not)
You debuted just before the WWF fully embraced their attitude and aspects of goth sub-culture bled into the federation. So that made you kind of an oddball but, obviously, you embraced it.
So it was an odd pairing between you and âRocky Maiviaâ. This rookie femme fatale and this fresh-faced third gen up-and-comer looking to make a name for himself.
I would say, maybe in the beginning you two would keep your relationship under wraps, with the both of you coming off as either friends or twos newbies simply looking out for each other.
The other wrestlers that were heel aligned wasted no time in giving Rock dirty looks cause of how close he was getting to you.
You would support and help him train as he wanted to be some Hulk Hogan-esque hero to the fans but it wasnât working.
At first, he was in that stage of denial and wanting passive advice. The âitâll get betterâ type deals because he felt if he kept trying, he could win them over. He was even given those talks by the other faces backstage.
As someone who was more âheel alignedâ, you thought that was horse shit but you supported what he initially wanted.
It wasnât until the âDie Rocky Dieâ chants and signs that you put your foot down.
âTell them to go fuck themselvesâ you would say and he would ignore it. Trying to talk YOU down from going out there and cursing people out.
âI just have to run my own race and Iâll win them over.â He was so naive. The poor baby.
But you were determined. Becoming the little devil on his shoulder while the other baby faces kept trying to urge him to stay on the ârightâ path. The path of âperseveranceďżźâ.
âWho cares what the fans think?â
âThey donât even know what they want. Theyâd rather cheer on dinosaurs than new bloodâ
âStop lying down and waiting for them to respect you. TAKE their respect.â
At first, he would laugh at your persistence. âGirl, you are a bad influence on me.â
But then it started getting to him more and more, and with the Nation of Domination now urging him, he finally took matters into his own hands.
After the crowd watched him raise his fist alongside Farooq, it was no holds barred.
Now instead of being some fresh faced Romeo + Juliet type fling, you two went full on power couple.
Subtext became straight up text.
I said it before in my other headcanon but it bears repeating, with your styles, the both of you would end up matching CONSTANTLY.
Also vial of his blood? You can totally have it. Obviously, I gotta mention it.
While The Rock is not one to cheat, that was the service you offered any heel clients you valetâd for but it was a matter of trust. Trust that he can get the job done because he always could.
Heâs finally out of his shell enough to let you take him to a goth club and boy does he fit in with the way he dances.
You have full control of the music when yâall are driving from place to place until one song that he just canât stand and he takes your CD out. Not even huffing will make him budge.
He sings to you. He takes the songs you like and randomly sings them to you. He wants to dance with you. Heâll even try to sing them slowly for a slow dance. It becomes a battle to see how long you can go without laughing.
He sometimes goes to wrestlers like Edge & Christian (and sometimes Undertaker) for advice on gifts.
Mankind ADORES you.
While I wouldnât recommend on WWE/WWF Wedding (name one time the ceremony succeeded), if yâall confident itâll work for yâall and Mankind is gonna officiate. That or Dude Love (who happens to be great pals with Mankind).
Rocky does help you break some of your heel-ish habits. Despite it all, he encourages you not to be TOO underhanded. Not in a controlling way but in a âyou can do betterâ way, yâknow?
In general, this is a relationship that a lot of other folks think shouldnât work but it works just fine for the both of you.
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sooooo Iâm thinking about plus-size!reader joining a pole dancing class because youâre just so bored and need something to do while Johnâs away on missionsâŚ
thinking about keeping it a secret when he texts you in the middle of class, asking you what youâre up to and only replying with ânothing.â thinking about John coming home after being away for months, unpacking his clothes to find your 7-inch platform heels sitting at the bottom of your shared closet, and when he picks them up with an arched brow, you only giggle and grab them from him, telling him itâs a surprise. later that week heâs being drug down to the studio, sitting in on your little dance recital and trying to keep his breathing under control as your fellow students whoop and cheer you on. the way you curl around the pole, arching your back and flaunting your hair, it all only accentuates your curves, and Johnâs digging his own fingers into his palms as he considers all the ways he could tear into your softness. all the ways he could fuck you senseless and feel the ripple of his force in you. and all the ways he could punish you for keeping this a secret from him when you couldâve been sending him videos all this time.
by the following week a pole is installed in your master bedroom. and after he gives your ass a proper beating, followed by a train of soothing kisses, he sits a chair in front of the pole - leaned back, legs spread and expectant, cigar hanging loose from his grinning mouth as he tosses a nod towards the pole,
âGive us a show, sweetheart.â
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Naruto boys insecurityâs
âââ*:ăťďž
!Angst!
Characters: NarutođŚ,sasukeđĄď¸,ItachiđĽ, kakashiđ, kibađş, shikamaruđď¸,shinođŞ˛,nejiđ,LeeđĽ,chojiđĽ,gaaraâł,kankurođŞ
NarutođŚ-*
Heâs grown up an outcast so heâs slightly insecure anyways (poor thing). He thinks heâs a bother to you sometimes and gets himself in a slump. You noticed how hes been rather quiet with you, not asking for anything, not begging for cuddles or kisses, you knew something must have been wrong. And it was confirmed when you over heard him talking to himself in the mirror, basically just insulting himself
âWhy cant i just do betterâŚâ âwhy do I have to be so annoyingâŚeveryone thinks Iâm annoyingâŚprobably even y/n. They could do so much better why m-â âNARUTO DONT YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCEâ you bust down the door causing naruto to quickly wipe his teary eyes âhey y/n! W-what do you mean?â âYou know what I mean naruto.â You reach for his cheek to make sure he keeps his eyes on you âyour not a bother naruto. And you deserve me as much as I deserve you! Why are you saying this?â Heâs in full blown tears now, ugly crying and everything âe-everyone already thinks that way about me I-I thought you would think the same after a w-whileâ he sniffs âfoxyâŚdo I need..to show you how much you mean to me?â His eyes widen at the fact that he actually means something to you. For the rest of the night you never left him alone once, you spoiled him so much more that normal which made him feel so much better. He loves youuuuuu
SasukeđĄď¸-*
Also was treated like an outcast but it didnât affect him in the way it affected naruto. He doesnât really think heâs a bother, if anything heâs scared that you think your the bother, since heâs so âcoldâ towards you sometimes heâs scared your going to leave or think he doesnât love you anymore. Once it got so overwhelming for him he had teary eyes for hours just thinking about how he acts, he decided he needed to tell you. Once he found you he ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug. You thought this was adorable or him being silly until you felt something wet on your shoulder followed by a broken breath
âS-sasuke? Whatâs wrongâŚAre you crying?â You could hear a sad whimper coming from him. âI love you. I-I love you so much y/n please donât forget. No matter how I act I-â âI know. Baby I know. I love you too, whatâs this about, your scaring me?â He didnât dare remove his tear stained head from your shoulder âI know IâmâŚmean s-sometimes but-â it finally clicked for you why he was so upset all of a sudden âsasuke⌠your not mean! And I know you love me no matter how you act.â âI..just thoughtâŚno one understands how I truly feel. I just Need you to knowâŚt-that I do love youâ he pulls away from your shoulder to wipe his eyes before turning away from embarrassment. He felt you wrapping your arms around him causing him to jump. âIâm sorry y/n. Iâm just over reactingâ âno donât. Donât say that⌠I think we should lay down. You need to relax do you need me to help you? I know you feelâŚweakâ he takes a deep breath âplease y/n⌠yesâ you both walk together to your bed. Trust me when I tell you he is going to feel a lot better after some comfort *wink*
ItachiđĽ-*
He just feels⌠worthless sometimes. He just doesnât feel worthy of good things that happen in his life, aka you. He doesnât feel worthy of you. But he is very open with you unlike others, he tells you whatâs wrong no matter what.
âY/n. I have uhm⌠I have some feeling I would like to share.â âOf course Love, whatâs up?â âIâŚâ You gaze softens realizing heâs going to get upset âI donât feel worthy.â âOhâŚtachi⌠come hereâ you pat the spot next to you but instead he took your lap instead, he reaches in for a hug before speaking up again âtell me you love me. Please. And tell me Iâm worthyâŚâ âyou are the love of my life. And you are worthy of that love. No matter what you think you deserve love.â That is all he needs to hear. Although he gets very upset you can always calm him down. It does happen more often but you do not care. Anything to make him feel better.
Kakashiđ-*
We all know heâs very attractive but that doesnât mean he thinks the same. He doesnât like his scar, he doesnât like the story it holds and he doesnât like the look of it. He can hold back the insecurity in battle because he knows itâs not worth dying because he thinks itâs ugly, but he cant hold back the insecurity on a day to day basis with you, he gets extremely timid with you. You see him with the mask off all the time so itâs kinda funny that you rarely see him without something covering his eye. But you just thought he forgets itâs there so you didnât think about insecurity, but when you walk in on him washing his face he almost instantly covered his eye with his palm you knew something was wrong
âAy? Why you covering that cute face?!â âAha thanks y/nâ he chuckles trying to make you ignore it yet he still kept his hand up âserious whatâs with your hand?â âWell..ah you know..â he points to his eye with his other hand âwhat your scar? Babe I donât careâ he smiles softly before replying âI careâŚâ âtake your hand awayâ âIâd rather not-â âkakashi.â Groans âyes y/nâŚâ he drops his hand and you let out a content sigh âthereâs my babyâ you grab his face with both hands and kiss his scar softly âyou donât find it odd?â He looks away while blushing âno kakashi I donât find it odd because I love you.â He flashes a smile before turning back to the mirror with a weird look still on his face, to lighten the mood you grabbed him my the cheeks to shake his head back and forth before giggling at him. âCutieeâ you comment before kissing his beauty mark then walking back out the door.
Kibađş-*
Heâs sensitive, he may be a big joker but if someone else says the wrong thing he will not be happy, normally the only thing he doesnât like being called is a mutt or a dog. It makes him feel ashamed of him family quirk. Just because he loves animals doesnât mean he is one right? He started thinking maybe he is just a dog. A Dirty, annoying, unfunny mutt. He started to feel like foolish for loving a dog so much, but he canât help it itâs the family he was born into.
He has been rather distant from akamaru, still taking him on mission but recently he hasnât been letting his puppy in the house as much anymore and he gets upset when you let him in instead. âWhy did you let him in the house y/n!â âHis a good boy he wonât chew up furniture if anything you would!â You weâre just trying to lighten the mood but it didnât help âakamaru outside now!â He commands âcome on why donât you want him inside??â âYou donât need two mutts in the house y/nâ this confused you for obvious reasons âtwo mutts? Are you talking about yourself? Your notâŚyour not a dog thought?â He crosses his arms in protest âtell that to my friends, Or anyone because for some reason they all think I am a dog stuck in human form and itâs getting old.â You chuckle nervously âyour not? If your talking about your dog like features and fighting style itâs just your quirk? Itâs not your fault you canât chooseâ he lowers his head âeven you think Iâm a dog sometimes!â âNo baby. I dont I think that. your a human just with some animal features but most of your family is like that?â âIf you donât think Iâm an animal why do you call me names like puppy.â Heâs stretching, he loves it when you call him that heâs just in a mood âI call you that because you love attention and canât go a day without seeing your loved ones. Plus your as cute as a pup!â His shoulders relax finally realizing he shouldnât be upset over this. âI just feel ashamed of who I am sometimes y/n Iâm sorry.â âDonât be sorry. I love who you are if that makes it betterâ he chuckles âyeahâŚit kind of does make it better honestlyâŚcan you kiss me..?â He smile at his sudden change of mood âof course!â
Shikamaruđď¸-*
He knows heâs good looking but he also knows heâs not the best, he also knows your absolutely stunningďżź, so it gets to him sometimes without realizing is, he changes his look every now and then to see if it would make him feel better. Maybe make him more attractive to you he hopes
âDear could you turn around please?â âSure shika whats u-â you stop dead in your tracks with a shocked look on your face âyour hair is down!!!â You exclaim, the only time you see his hair down is when he is sleeping, youâve never seen it down when heâs awake âI know, Iâm trying something, does it look good?â You giggle âYou always look good darling, just not use to it thatâs allâ you walk over to grab a handful of his hair which was slicked back but not up in a ponytail anymore. âWell I think you look handsome no matter whatâ he groans âdonât lie to me does it make me look worse?â You give him a nasty look âworse? You say that as if you already look badâŚ?â âWell eh-â âwell what? Your very attractive Shika do you think other wise?â He puts his hands in his pockets âuhm sometimes-â âoh come on!â You grab his face âyour soooo handsome no matter what you do with your hairrrrâ you tease. He continued to make eye contact with you while a smile grows on his face. ââŚcan I put a little braid in your hair?â âNoâ âAw man.â
ShinođŞ˛-*
Heâs ok with his looks and doesnât feel like a burden on you, oddly enough the only thing heâs insecure about is his voice. He thinks he sounds funny sometimes and doesnât like how raspy it is, thatâs why sometimes he doesnât talk to you that much. Sometimes all he responds with is either nodding his head or shaking it which makes you feel bad
âWhat do you feel for dinner love bug?â ââŚâ you looked around because maybe he left the room but no, he just didnât respond. âUhm hello???â ââŚâ âare you hungry?â He shakes his head yes âwith words please?â He looks around before responding quietly âyes Iâm hungryâ you giggle not quiet knowing whatâs up with him âwhy are you so timid right now?â He finally speaks up âdo you think I sound funny y/n?â âUh no? Whyâ âsometimes I feel like my voice isnât that pleasing.â âIt sound pleasing to me-â he lightened up at the compliment âreally?â âYes of course!â When heâs insecure he normally gets over it fast, heâs rational and knows when heâs just being silly
Nejiđ-*
He knows he can choose his own destiny, he just wish the preset plan for him was burned into his forehead. He hated it so much, he was disgusted by it and therefor disgusted with himself. Sometimes you find him crying in the mirror over the symbol plastered onto him. But you always let him know that it doesnât define him
You could hear cries coming from the bathroom and you couldnât take it anymore so you decide to knock âsweetheartâŚare you crying?â He knew there was no point in lying anymore ây-yes..â âmay I come in?â You could hear a cracked âmhmâŚâ coming from the other side or the door so you walk in, immediately ďżźpulling him into your chest. âWhat happened. Did Someone do this?â He pulls away from your chest just to look back to the mirror to cover his mark while his lip quivered. You finally realized what was happening. âGive me your hand please..â he obliged lowering his hand. You grabbed his cheek and gave a very long forehead kiss. âYour worth more than this mark Neji.â You mumble against his head. You decided the best thing to do is go to bed and give him more love so thatâs just what you did
LeeđĽ-*
He may seem strong so it was shocking to you when he confided in you about how heâs insecure about almost everything about him (poor thing) he tryâs to stay strong but he canât help but get vulnerable with you
All you were doing was giving him love but he just felt unworthy of it. âMy handsome, strong, perfect boy!~â kissďżź âwell I donât know if those words are accurate but thank you my precious!â You huff at his self doubt âdonât say that, your all of those things?â He laughs nervously âI donât think so hehâ âyou are! You donât think your handsome or strongâŚ?â You frown âwell uhm y/nâŚIt obvious Iâm not the best looking, and yeah Iâm strong butâŚI could always be stronger.â He looked down at his feet in shame âLeeâŚtake it back.â âW-whatâ âtake it back. No one is allowed to insult my baby like that, not even himself.â He thought you were just joking until he looked up into your eyes to see the seriousness that laid in them, he could see tears forming in your eyes. âPlease Lee. Take it back.â âI-IâŚI take it back y/n Iâm sorryâ âpleaseâŚdonât ever say things that that againâ
ChojiđĽ-*
Heâs always been bullied because of his weight so of course he will be extremely insecure about it and anxious when your trying to love up on him, you knew he was insecure about it and you always told him it did it matter but you never realized to much it really affects him until your further into the relationship and you started to be more physically affectionate, he loves the affection just hates the body that it receiving it. All you were trying to do was hold him after a long day but he seemed so scared of if and you had to ask why
âCmon let me hug you!â âNo y/n..â you pout âwhy not! I wanna hold my fluff ball!â He cups his hands together then proceeded to look at the floor âI donât think holding me is even possibleâŚâ your pout turned into a confusion âuh what do you mean choj?â He pinched at his stomach to hint at what he was talking about since he was to shy to actually tell you âohâŚChoji you donât need to worry about that I donât care!â âI care because it means I canât do certain things! How are you supposed to hold me!â You scoff âIâm confident I could carry you like a baby if I needed too.â âYour just saying that to make me feel betterâŚâ he crosses his arms and puffs his cheeks up out of timidness âIâm being serious Choji! I could totally carry you! Your not as big as you think you are.â He closes his eyes so tears dont form âIâd like to see you try y/n, you wonât be able t-â since his eyes were closed he didnât see you walk over to his side, he only realized when he felt your arm latch around his shoulders and your other cupping around his legs. He open his eyes right in time to realize you just picked him up bridal style. He gasps in reaction, he turns to your face to see not a single ounce of struggle on your face âI told you! Your not that heavy choj!â This Moment honestly cured almost all his insecurity on that subject for a very long time. And sometimes he thinks âmaybe sheâs just really REALLY strongâ he still loves the thought behind your actions. âHeh uhmâŚI guess maybe Iâm not. Thank you sweetie!â âAnytime bubs~â with that you place him back down on his feet and give him a very passionate kiss
Gaaraâł-*
Most of his life he was basically controlling by either others or his inner demon so he didnât have time to worry about appearance. But ever since he finally felt in control of his own life he now worries about his appearance sadly. He doesnât like the mark on his head, he doesnât really like his hair either and feels like his facial features just look wrong on him. Heâs very good at hiding things so you didnât realize until you overheard a conversation with him and his brother, he figured since kankuro is considered attractive maybe he should ask him for advice!
You were wondering around trying to find Gaara to ask him god knows what until you finally hear his voice along with kankuros, you walked behind the door about to knock until gaaraâs question caught your attention. âSo is there anything that could make me more âattractiveâ or something along the lines of that?â âI donât know? Maybe try face paint chicks dig itâ you could hear a sigh leaving Gaara âI donât want to attract âchicksâ I just want to attract y/n.â âWhat makes you think she doesnât already feel attracted to you?â âI donât know, I just feel like if I find myself unattractive maybe she does too.â Thatâs enough, you have to stop this. You knock on the door making them both look at it, you swing the door open and immediately look at gaara which was all it took for kankuro to take the hint âIâm just gunna..gooooâŚâ you and him exchange nods before he leaves. Once the door shut you look back at gaara âwhat was all that?â âOh so you heard?â âYes gaara I heard, why do you find yourself unattractive? And why are you going to your skanky brother for help?â He turns his head to continue speaking âI canât explain why I feel that way about myself, but I went to my brother because I know he is considered attractive to others.â You sit next to gaara and grab his chin to make him look at you. You lean closely to speak âhow could you not love this face~â you whisper almost seductively ďżźwhile you drag your thumb across his cheek bone. âWhat donât you likeâŚ?â His breath hitched out of fear of spilling his insecurityâs. âI guessâŚI donât like the mark on my head, and I donât like my nose much either, I also donât really care for my hair it makes me look like a clown sometimes.â Heâs waiting for you to agree with him but instead you lean closer to kiss everything he listed, first his little nose, then his marking and then you drag your hand through his hair which made him flushed. âWell I like Everything about youâŚâ he finally makes eye contact with you, with red cheek. He took a big deep breath to reply âokâŚthank you y/n. That makes me feel a bit betterâ you reach in for a hug which he gladly accepted!
KankurođŞ-*
Even though he seems so hot and confident heâs much like his brother, sometimes he doesnât like his bare face. He has make up on almost all day so rarely do you see him without any on, and when you do see him bare faced heâs weirdly shy which isnât like him.
You both were in bed after work and you were just having a conversation, mostly it was just you talking which was weird because heâs normally high maintenance. âI couldnât believe she had the audacity to say something like that, what do you think babe did she have a good point?â âI donât knowâ his head is slightly turned to the side opposite of you which made it almost impossible to see him, he just washed his face so heâs completely bare faced yet wonât even look at you. âBabe? Cmon atleast look at me when Iâm talkingâ âUGHHHHHHHH fine.â He turns to You shyly avoiding eye contact before replying âsheâs in the wrong for saying that honestly-â you laugh âthatâs exactly what Iâm saying!âŚâŚâ you stared at his cute bare face for a little to long which made him anxious âwhat are you looking at y/n!â âIâm looking at your cute facee *boopďżźďżź*â he pulled away from your finger just to cross his arms âwhateverrâ you didnât know at the time he wasnât feeling his best but later he did tell you. But he still loves the compliment you give no matter how insecure he is at the time. Only you can make him feel better tbh
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THE THINGS YOU DO FOR LOVE... ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.
word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), heâs ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify thatâŚ), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3
a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my draftsâŚ. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress
ââ no.â
the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.
but despite all that, satoru just wonât back down.
âcome on, baby, please?â he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. âi already bought it and everything!â
âi donât care,â you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes itâll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. âiâm not wearing it. you shouldnât have bought it, in the first place.â
âbut sweetheart,â he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. âitâs so cute. youâll look so adorable.â
ânot happening.â
âbut ââ
ââ no. iâm seriously not wearing it, satoru.â
itâs harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but thatâs your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesnât stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoruâs posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him.Â
but giving in just isnât an option, this time.Â
under normal circumstances, it wouldnât take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so â but when heâs being so stubborn about something, thereâs usually a good reason for it, even if itâs just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, itâll do.
(his happiness is your priority, after all.)
but in this case, thereâs just no way. absolutely no way in hell.
heâs still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks itâll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesnât. it does the complete opposite, in fact.
âbut angel,â he tries, again. you wonder if heâs eventually going to run out of petnames, or if heâll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. âdonât you wanna see how itâll look on you?â
a sharp scoff flows from your lips.Â
he canât be serious.Â
you really, really, really donât. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. youâd rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. youâd rather sit on satoruâs lap in a room full of other people. youâd rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.
â itâs so frilly.Â
you almost couldnât believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice.Â
it wasnât anything out of the ordinary, so you didnât think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to â and usually, itâd be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week.Â
every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.
from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.
(this made me think of you. i want you to have it.Â
i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)
a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him.Â
buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep â but deep down you know itâs more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.Â
(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesnât think heâs very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows youâd like; so thatâll have to do, for now.)
which is why you couldnât help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldnât help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldnât help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package âÂ
to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.
â and then your mind screeched to a halt.Â
the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isnât it cute? god, youâre going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but â
you werenât really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit.Â
if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. youâre sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards.Â
but no â he wanted you to wear it.Â
and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so itâs no surprise, but itâs still enough to irk you.
âsatoru, for real. no! iâm not wearing it!â
âbut youâd look so good,â he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like itâll burn if you touch it.
âi donât care! itâs a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?âÂ
sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes â an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and heâs definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.
the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.
a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. heâs so annoying. youâre growing more and more flustered by the minute, too.Â
ââ because you love me?âÂ
satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face â as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.
and ah, you think, there we go. satoruâs classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if heâs some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly.Â
valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. âthat wonât work on me.â
âaww, come on,â he almost coos, inching closer still. âdonât you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lilâ mochi?âÂ
(heâs getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if thatâd change anything. theyâre so cheesy it makes you recoil.)
âobviously.â you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoruâs lips curl up, anyway. âiâm still not wearing it, though. sorry.â
satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated â dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble âÂ
until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.
âplease, baby â iâm begging you,â he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.
âdonât grovel.â a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what youâre almost sure is an incoming headache.
and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak âÂ
but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.
satoruâs eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. heâs far too skilled at it for his own good, though â maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing heâs got going on.
and youâre weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer.Â
âsatoru,â you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. âreally. iâm sorry i wasted your money, but itâs just⌠not happening. okay?âÂ
attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping itâll be enough to make him falter even slightly.Â
it isnât, of course; if anything, his determination only grows.Â
âeven just for a short while?â he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. âjust an hour or so! then iâll be satisfied.â
âan hour? no way!â you scoff.
and this time, you donât miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises â something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.
âso itâs fine if itâs less?â he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. âhalf an hour. thatâs as low as iâll go.â
âoh my god.â an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. âsatoru. toru. no. iâm not wearing it at all. this isnât an auction.â
âbut it could be,â he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. âcâmon. why are you getting so shy? guess what â iâll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.â
oh, heâs just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his â but you canât.Â
not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when heâs acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love.Â
another sigh. youâre a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, youâre beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. âiâm not shy,â you huff. âi just donât want to. it wonât look good on me, anyway.â
satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. âhuh? of course it will. why wouldnât it?â
a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. âitâs just⌠tacky,â you settle on. âitâll look weird.â
âit wonât! youâll look so cute!â
another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. âand how do you know that?â
satoru's answer is instantaneous. âyou always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,â he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. âwhen i saw it, i knew itâd look adorable on you. and iâm never wrong!â
a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but itâs there. and satoruâs seen it, finally â the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if heâs smart about it.
âi just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?â he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. âthen iâll never ask you for anything again. promise!â
âokay, thatâs a lie and we both know it.â
the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.
âyeah, yeah⌠but i mean it! i wonât bother you if you just wear it once. just once!â he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. âjust wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. wonât you indulge me, oh my dearest?â
heâs grinning, now, all soft and teasing. itâs more breathtaking than heâll ever understand. heâll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this â when thereâs no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when itâs just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.
(even if you donât.)
and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all.Â
and itâs embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someoneâs finger â to find that you donât even really mind. being wrapped around satoruâs finger isnât so awful, all things considered. itâs a scary thought, for sure, but heâd never abuse the privilege. probably.
â a sigh.Â
you still donât want to wear it. you really donât. itâs just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant.Â
⌠but if itâll get him to stop nagging you like thisâŚÂ
and if itâs just for a short whileâŚ
silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.
âfifteen minutes. then youâre ââ
âten minutes,â you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted â resigned to your fate.Â
and satoru doesnât even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. âperfect,â he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.
ââ but seriously. iâm only wearing it once. never again,â you tilt your head. âgot it?â satoru just nods, happily, so excited heâs practically jumping up and down â and despite everything, you still canât find it in you to be angry.Â
he looks so earnestly giddy.
eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. youâre surprised he didnât invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.
(you decide not to comment on it, knowing heâd have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)
âneed my help putting it on?â he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours â and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.
âoh, shut up,â you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.
a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. itâs not that bad, butâŚ
âitâs kinda ugly,â you lie, decisively.
âreally? i think itâs cute, though.âÂ
âyeah, âcause you have no taste.â a click of your tongue. âwhatâs so great about maid outfits, anyway? i donât see the appeal.â
satoru smiles. carefree, amused â still very much teasing. âwell, weâre about to find out,â he chirps.
you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. âfine â but only ten minutes. at most.â a pause, as you stop to think. what else? âoh, and no taking pictures.â
ââ iâm taking pictures.â
âŚ
the exasperated look you send his way doesnât seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know youâre not winning this one either.
â⌠fine,â you sigh. âbut â not too many, okay? and you arenât allowed to show anyone, either.â
âof course not,â he scoffs, almost offended. âas if iâd let anyone else see you like that.â
stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.
ârest assured, baby,â he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. âthis stays between us. i swear on my honour.â
you snort. âlike youâve got any of that.â
âmean. anyway â câmon. i canât wait any longer.â before you can think to protest, heâs ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.
(what have you gotten yourself into?)
with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. âjust this once. then youâre selling it. or burning it.â
âyes, yes â you have my word,â he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. âgo on, iâm waiting!â
âyeah, yeahâŚâ
the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms â you gaze down at it with pure contempt. itâs not like you have a choice, though. satoru wonât let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.
(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)
and itâs almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings.Â
itâs a perfect fit.Â
a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion â did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didnât think much of it. over the years, youâve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.
after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow â to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit.Â
and you canât help but exhale, a little exasperated.
itâs so⌠frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems⌠everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves.Â
and as much as you loath to admit it â it is kind of cute.Â
still, you canât shake the feeling that youâre only embarrassing yourself. itâs hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror â and you just so happen to be wearing it.
(what the hell are you even doing?)
a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoruâs about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?
(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?)Â
âiâm still waiting!â a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.
âjust ââ you croak out, words a little strangled. âjust⌠give me a minute.â
satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. âbut iâve been waiting so long already!â he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.
(all he can think of is you, you, you.)
curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat â but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just wonât go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.
you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.
when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you canât quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.
 â⌠i donât want to.â
satoru pauses.Â
he can picture you, in his mindâs eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat â but he knows itâs still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.
âcome on, angel,â he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. âdonât be embarrassed.â
you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. âjust come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you wonât have to think of it again.â
a moment passes.
â⌠do i have to?â
the corners of his lips curl up.
ah, youâre so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way youâre still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. âyes, you do,â he coos. âbe good f' me and come on out, okay?â
a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoruâs soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.
until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.
itâs slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so â pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoruâs presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.
(satoruâs breath hitches in his throat.)
there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. theyâre dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt â short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together.Â
and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.
after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what youâll see. âi donât think it suits me,â is muttered, a tiny huff. â⌠and i still donât see the appeal, by the way.â
â but satoru doesnât answer.Â
he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way youâre wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.
the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it â until itâs just too much to bear.Â
(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesnât it? thatâs to be expected.Â
still, you canât help but feel just slightly dejected.)Â
â⌠why arenât you saying anything?âÂ
the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesnât hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face â and realize that he isnât just keeping quiet.Â
heâs completely stunned.Â
no matter how hard you stare, you canât seem to get a good read on his expression. heâs just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you â but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck.Â
and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.
crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms â but you can hear it clear as day.
âhold on, just⌠give me a minuteâŚâ he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy.Â
upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes werenât deceiving you â there really is a red hue to his neck, one you arenât used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart canât help but flutter.
â he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.
itâs a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they donât come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.
god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.
crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until itâs all he can hear â he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal.Â
even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. heâs pleasantly surprised that heâs managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.
and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears.Â
yeah, you think, thereâs no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. itâs not a side of him you get to see very often, so you canât help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.
heâs so cute.
(and maybe, just maybe â it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)
so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. heâs still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.
and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft â and just a little bit dejected.
â⌠youâre the one who wanted me to wear it,â your lips curl down into a pout, âand now you wonât even look at me?â
satoru stiffens.Â
(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)
slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you â blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like heâs dragging heavy weights off his body. like itâs a struggle.Â
with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration.Â
satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face heâs grown to love so much.
a moment passes. then two.
then, he practically pounces on you â engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.
âyouâre killing me,â he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like heâs a puppy with a chew toy. âyouâre so, so, so cute. dâyou want me to have a heart attack?â
a hitch of your breath. thatâs all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look.Â
a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else â as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if thatâs where you belong.
all you can do is indulge him. maybe youâre spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesnât even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.
evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression.Â
âso adorable,â he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. âmy little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.âÂ
squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear.Â
a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. âcan't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.â
âyour pocket?â a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.
âmy pocket,â he hums, approvingly. âyouâre just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i donât lose you.â
a huff, lighthearted.Â
suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens â and youâre hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if youâre made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.
your heart flutters.Â
satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet.Â
âalright,â he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. âdo a twirl for me.â
a humoured scoff. âhell no.â
âaw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.â
before you know it, satoruâs got his phone out â and itâs aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, youâre fairly certain heâs already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.
âcâmon, câmon,â he coos. âgive me a smile, pretty.â
a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesnât really work. âiâm good.â
satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling heâs forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.
(he looks like heâs having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)
âgod. youâre way too cute for your own good, you know that?â he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all.Â
itâs a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.
âyouâre a sap,â is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips.Â
âand youâre adorable,â satoru grins.Â
then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.
his fingers curl around yours, softly â and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. theyâre warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin.Â
(as if heâs whispering psalms under his breath. as if heâs worshipping you.)
then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crowâs feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his â youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.
his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin.Â
âone tiny twirl?â he asks, politely.
heâs so annoying.Â
(but youâre far too in love to say no.)
so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.
satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.
when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoruâs lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back â eyes almost overflowing with affection.
âcutie.â
you blink.Â
averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoruâs smile grow further.
âokay, okay. youâve had your fun.â you clear your throat. âtimeâs up.â
suddenly, satoruâs eyes fill with something akin to dread â nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ânoooo,â he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. âjust a little more? please? pretty please?â
ânope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.â
âcanât i have an extension? since iâm your favorite?â satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they donât work as well as heâd hoped.
ânope,â you repeat, popping the p. âsorry.â another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile.Â
âand then weâre burning it.â
ânoooo!âÂ
âsorry, but itâs gotta go.â you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.
âbut then you canât wear it anymore, babyâŚâ
âthatâs kinda the point, toru.â
âbut youâre so cute in it,â he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. âitâd be such a waste if you never wore it again, donâtcha think?â
heâs trying his best, you can tell â attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, youâre done indulging him.
âwell, too bad.â nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. âi said iâd never wear it again, and i meant it.â
a moment passes. maybe itâs the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you arenât budging â whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. âfineee,â he drawls. âiâll just buy you a new one.â
âi wonât wear it. iâll just get angry.â
âat lilâ old me? really?â
âreally really,â you click your tongue. âif you love maid outfits so much, why donât you wear one yourself?â a beat. âitâd look good on you.â
satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. âoh?â he purrs. âyou wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.â
a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. âwell, itâs only fair, right?â grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. âi think youâd pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.â
a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.
âhmm⌠well, iâll consider it.â just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. âyou gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!â
âthat makes no sense,â you huff, with a raise of your brow. âiâve already worn it once, so next time, itâs gotta be all you.â
âsorry, baby, but you need to do it too.â he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. âiâm too shy to do it by myself.â
and you really, really wish you could be angry with him â but itâs just impossible.Â
satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.
in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there.Â
eventually, satoru does â begrudgingly â let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.
satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful âÂ
and yours, wholly and thoroughly.
(while youâre busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, laceâŚ
what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)
#satoru âmy girl look so good today im abt to scream and moan and throw upâ gojo#he is so husband coded to me. so unbelievably babygirl#he would absolutely wear a maid dress if u asked him to btw. and he would rock that shit so hard.#justâŚâŚ. gojo in a dressâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. breathe if u agree#im a firm believer in flustered satoru alsoâŚ..#it wouldnt happen often but if u act cute enough i just think smth in his brain stops working#and he grins rly wide and tries to cover his face w his hands so you wont see how much hes blushing. if u tease him more he squeaks#who said that.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo fluff#jjk fluff
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Insomnia
You had always had trouble sleeping.
As a child, you would wander the house in search of something to do, as a teenager you utilized it for spending countless nights painting the town red with your childhood best friend Yuji, but, as an adult, you find yourself spending more and more nights sitting in front of the window, waiting for the sun to rise in a peaceful quiet.Â
The view was always better from your partner Sukunaâs apartment. Tucked into the very top of a complex that scraped against the sky, the city stretched out before his ceiling length windows like an endless mirage of glittering light. Looking out of them, you would never know it was three oâclock in the morning. The city still bustled, people the size of ants crossed the main streets below you in swathes of different walks of life; business men lost to highballs with too much whiskey, friends on their way to the next nightclub, shop workers calling to anyone with a pulse on the sidewalk. It was a perfect people-watching spot and a perfect distraction from the nightmare replaying in your head like a broken record.Â
Youâre sitting on the cold tile floors of his living room, curled up in a blanket you had taken from the arm of the couch. Youâre positive Sukuna had never used it before and that itâs always been a decoration before you had arrived. Now, it was part of your nightly routine when Sukuna had you over to unfold it and curl in, while you spent countless hours drifting off in your own mind waiting for morning.Â
It wouldnât be long before Sukuna was up now, he had a meeting at seven oâclock in the morning that day. The two of you hadnât gone to sleep until around midnight, naked and content. You wished you could sleep as deeply as he had been when you carefully crawled out of his bed half an hour ago, but you had accepted your insomnia by now. You found ways to live with the burden of it, and you had long since made friends with the silence and peace of nightfall.Â
You always did feel guilty when Sukuna was affected by it. Like tonight, when your ears catch the door to his bedroom clicking open and you hear his bare feet against the tile approaching the living room.Â
Your heart momentarily skips a beat. You think about hiding- sprinting into the bathroom as an excuse for your late night absence from his bed, but he makes it into the threshold of the living room before you get a chance to decide.Â
Despite the guilt washing over you like a bucket of cold water, your heart still warms at the sight of him. Heâs slipped into a pair of sweats to come find you and is still in the middle of putting on a tank top when he appears, sleepy and squinting against the light of the city signs glaring in. His hair is still a mess from your fingers pulling on it before bed, which somehow makes him even more heart wrenching to look at. Even when his eyes find you on the floor, and he immediately frowns youâre still starstruck by his sleep drunk appearance.Â
âWhy are you so good at that?â His voice is thick with sleep, but he talks to you as though you were just in the middle of a conversation.Â
You tilt your head at him, peering over your shoulder in confusion. âGood at what?âÂ
âLeaving without waking me.â He scratches at the back of his head, yawning as he makes his way across the room to come stand beside you. One of his hands sweeps down his face, like heâs trying to wipe away his clear exhaustion.Â
âItâs no easy task.â You admit, hoping your innocent smile is enough for him not to push any further. He stares down at you for a moment, searching your eyes reflecting in the neon of the city line.Â
He huffs through his nose when he doesnât find what heâs looking for, muttering to himself as he plops down beside you and folds his legs into a cross-legged position. Heâs close enough that his side is flush against yours, his knee resting over top of your own, grounding you. âSo stubborn.â You hear him say.Â
As if it were second nature, you immediately rest your head against his shoulder and his arm comes around your waist in turn, scooting you even closer to him. The two of you fit together perfectly by now. Constantly trading off between who was yin and who was yang, but always in equilibrium when you were side by side.
âI need to get you a bell.â He murmurs against the shadows of his living room.
You chuckle, âYeah? Gonna collar me?â Youâre just poking fun, but when you peek up at him expecting him to be chuckling too, you find his eyes honed in on your neck, like heâs considering it.Â
He doesnât give you an answer to that one, but you can see it in his eyes that your joke has been taken as a suggestion to be logged away for future use. You bury your face into his shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning in embarrassment.Â
You donât take it back.
 The two of you sit like that for a while, allowing Sukunaâs presence to diffuse the unease from your haunting dreams. He doesnât have to do much to comfort you. When Sukuna was beside you, comfort was a given. He joins you in silent people-watching, his hand protectively curled over your backside as though he can feel the nightmares lingering just out of his sight.Â
After a while, he squeezes you to catch your attention, but doesnât ask you to pull away from your resting place against him.Â
He turns his head to press his lips into your temple, and the way he whispers your name then has you convinced youâd tell him any secret you promised youâd take straight to the grave. âWhy are we awake?â He asks. Â
âI couldnât sleep.â You whisper back, as though you were afraid that the nightmares would hear you and realize they had won.Â
Sukuna takes a few seconds breathing in your scent, patiently waiting for you to give him more information. He hums in disappointment when itâs clear that thatâs all you were willing to share at the moment.Â
âSuppose I didnât work you hard enough last night.âÂ
Itâs a joke. Such an obvious one that you canât help but let out a laugh despite your thoughts weighing heavily.Â
âPlease,â You plead in a groan, âI barely made it to the living room without crawling on my hands and knees.â This was not a joke. Your legs shook like jello the moment you were on your feet and they ache with the memory of overexertion even when you're sitting.Â
âI do love you on your hands and knees.â Another suggestion that you can tell heâs logged away for future use. At this point you were doing it to yourself.
 You still donât take it back, though.Â
âLetâs see,â He clears his throat and his voice takes a different cadence now, no longer conscientious of the time of night⌠or day rather. âThe last time you had a nightmare and I caught you out here, you asked me to make you pancakes. I think I still have the mix in the cupboardâŚâÂ
You freeze up against him, your head moving mechanically upwards until youâre face to face with him. The man who reads you like a book. When youâve tried so hard to stay shut up. When youâve worked your entire life at achieving the perfect poker face. Time and time again he proves to you that itâs useless when heâs got your soul tucked away in his hold, yet, it never stops surprising you.Â
Sukuna tilts his head, smiling like youâve confirmed his suspicions with just one glance. âWhat? You think I donât know that much, at the very least? How aloof you are~âÂ
He takes the opportunity to scoop your hair away from your shoulder and tuck a few strands behind your ears so that he can see your sleep deprived face clearly. At the same moment, his free hand reaches over and finds yours in the blankets.
He's smug with your shock.
âHow long are you going to try to hide from me?âÂ
âIâm not hidingâŚâ You whisper, even your own voice cannot bear to lie to him. He makes a warning noise, leaning closer like he can tell.Â
âOne day Iâll know it all. Every secret you want to keep from me. Every dream youâre too shy to tell me.â His mere proximity is enough to scramble your mind. The way his lips play just out of your reach, the way his nose brushes yours ever so slightly, the way his thumb presses into your ring finger, all of it has your focus split into too many incapacitating directions. âYour burdens. Your nightmares. All mine to bear.âÂ
You donât doubt him. Itâs yourself that you find apprehensive to trust. Convinced that your own mind was going to torture you with him there or not. You had spent years battling insomnia alone, and while you hated to deny him, you hated to get your own hopes up too.
âYou canât scare away all my nightmares, my love.âÂ
"Hmm, is that right?â Sukuna lifts your hand to his face, presses it against his lips, and places a kiss to the very center of your palm. It's almost as sweet as his next words, âSounds like I'll just have to give you so many good dreams youâll forget about the bad ones, then.âÂ
You wonder if you looked as awestruck as you felt in that moment.
Heâs won. He knows heâs won. You can tell by that prideful toothy grin you feel him hiding behind your hand, the one you can see in the curve of his eyes.Â
The way your heart climbs into your throat, like itâs desperate to be home in the palm of his hands, has you instantly knowing that you were truly a hopeless cause at this point.Â
âWhen did you become so soft and sweet?âÂ
Sukuna laughs under his breath, âWhen I found out thatâs just how you like it.â He answers easily, like heâs asked himself the same question before. Â
âNow, do you want the pancakes or not?âÂ
Before you can remind him that he has a meeting in only a few hours, before you can assure him that you werenât thinking of food at three oâclock in the morning, your stomach releases a growl thatâs begging for Sukunaâs undivided attention.Â
He snorts, not even bothering to wait for a verbal answer before heâs maneuvering to his feet, still grasping your hand gently in his own.Â
âCome sit pretty on the counter for me.â He tugs you. âItâs cold out here.â
You don't think you've ever felt warmer.
#jjk#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk x you#jjk fluff#sukuna slept like a rock before you came along#now he knows what an empty bed feels like#he makes you coffee every morning#and gets offended when you try to make it yourself
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Jason: you think you could make me fold just by being stupid and cooing disgusting spit bubbles?
Jason: well you're...!
Baby!Y/n babbling and cooing at bigbro jayjay while making grabby hands at him. Trying to reach his face and puckering her lips: hmmh
Jason: âSo so right! AWE BABY! *smashes his cheek to theirs and proceeds to rub against it*
Meanwhile Tim is sipping coffee in his room as he watches from the camera the newfound blackmail for his jerk of a brother
#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#batfam x reader#baby!reader#batfam#yandere dc#this is so cringe im so sorry i will go back under the rock now#â incorrect quotes! đ
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the jailbird
prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley
a full fic based on this post
cw: prison!au, civilian!reader, pen-pals, smut,romance/romantic!simon, domestic, missonary, wife kink, size kink, nudity, tattoo kink, body worship, cuddling
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it started out as a flyer at the bus stop near your house. it was for a service that connected prisoners at a nearby prison with civilians as pen-pals. you had seen the flyer often over the course of work as you went to work.
you honestly felt bad, those people must be isolated. the organization prided itself on giving prisoners a bit of their humanity back by not cutting them off from those on the outside. so on a rainy friday you took a photo of the flyer and filled out the form on the organization's website.
that was how you met simon riley, or as he was called on the inside 'ghost'. what caught your attention wasn't his face scar that ran from under his nose down to the left side of his chin, but rather his brown eyes. how intense they stared into the camera. it was almost intimidating.
but you kept the photo on your desk as you typed out your first letter to send to him. you heard of places who did it through email, but screen time for those could often be limited and to send a physical letter would ensure that it would be sent to them.
the letter started out simple, you asked how he was and if it was okay to ask what he was in prison for. you asked him other questions, like if his health was doing well, what did he do most days while on the inside. you ended the letter with a little information about yourself.
you thought it would be nice to take a few photos and print them out on photo paper to be included with your letter. just so he had a better idea of who he was talking about. once you tweaked the letter with a bit of editing, you printed it out and thanks to the Royal Mail, your letter was sent to him.
you didn't actually expect for him to respond. nor did you expect for the letter to be do detailed. it was almost three pages double sided in neat hand writing. your eyes went wide when you saw the thickness of the envelope with the stamp of approval from the prison for it to be sent to you.
simon sent you a bracelet made of string that had been braided together. he said you were the first person from the outside to reach out since he got locked up. that broke your heart. it only broke further the more you read.
he was a military man who was tossed aside once the ptsd got too intense. he had been between jobs, and it felt like everything was just too much for him. he got wrapped up in large scale theft, while it paid good, you could only rob so many banks before it all caught up. he had been in for three years now, he was thankful it wasn't a life sentence. not much was stolen, and there was minimal violence. he said that his stature alone intimidated enough people that he didn't need to be violent.
you re-read his letters and it wouldn't be until almost six months of speaking that you finally wore the bracelet. when he said, "i want to see you in it, since i can't buy you a ring." you sent a photo of you wearing it and since then you hadn't taken it off.
the letters were nice, you sent them at least twice a week. even though you two had never met face to face, and the only photos you had of him were mugshots, he knew all the gossip in your work place. he knew the names of all your friends, your favourite saturday night treat and how you took your coffee.
he told you he'd be happy to make you coffee every morning before you went to work. that comment made your cheeks burn.
he often called you his 'wife' to the other prisoners. he had your photos on the wall near his bunk. he even kept the pictures where you looked terrible after you tried to cut your bangs one night. he knew the exact location of where your favourite take out was. he said that he was writing down ideas of where to take you once he got out. "i gotta make the missus feel special."
he even made you a birthday card. his cellmate 'soap' even signed it. you knew all about the explosives expert mactavish. when you looked into his case on the news, your eyes went a little wide. this guy was.. something.
simon did admit that 'soap' had a bit of a crush on you. but he said that 'johnny' was harmless and probably just liked the photo of a woman in the cell.
"he hurt ya, there will be no cell that could keep me from killin' him. no god either."
simon remembered everything.
the way he spoke about you and to you in his letters were nothing but soft. while he had to put on a tough guy exterior, his letters were filled with gentle words. like when he wrote out that he loved you in big text on a spare piece of paper so you could tape it on your mirror to look at every morning.
"i want to be what you get ready to."
"i want to be with you when you wake up."
"i want to come home to you every night. please make me an honest man."
you knew he was a trained killer. he was in special forces before his brief stint as a criminal. he was trained to kill, but in the margins of your letters, his love shined through. despite it all, he was capable of love.
and he wanted to pour all that love into you, his (future) wife.
you two would go on to write letters every week, for almost two years. when you got the letter from him asking if he could put you down as a permanent address when he got out, you cried. of course!
it was a cold spring morning, the sky was misty as you stood outside the gates of the prison. your heart raced, you even arrived early in the hopes he'd be released sooner.
and then you saw him.
those eyes. hard and stern, until he caught sight of you. his shoulder visibly dropped and his pace quickened as he made his way towards you. before you could step forward to meet him, he had you in his arms. his strong arms, littered with tattoos, wrapped around you as he held you close to his strong chest.
you held onto him as the air left your chest from the force he held you. you clutched onto his shoulders and choked out a sob. you squeaked, "holy shit."
he pulled away from you, but still kept you in his arms. you swore you saw minimal mistiness in his eyes. he reached to cup your face. he said quietly, "soft... like i imagined."
you beamed up at him, "of course, si."
"your voice is so nice." he groaned as he then pulled you close once more and buried his nose in your hair. he inhaled the scent of your shampoo and relaxed, "i'm home."
you thought transitioning from being the only person in the flat, to having this hulking, strong man in your home as well, was going to be a bit hard. but that didn't matter when simon got you through the door. his hands were on you, he promised on the universe that he'd romance you tomorrow.
but tonight was just going to be the two of you.
you managed to get his hands off you in order to get your shoes off before you led him to your bedroom. he was close behind you, he had a hand on one of your hips. he wanted to be as close to you as he could, you two had spent enough time apart.
you couldn't even close the bedroom door before he was pulling at the waistband on your pants. his calloused, strong hands felt delicate on you. it was like he was going to break you and he had to be as delicate as possible.
"si."
"i know, darling." he said quietly as he started to undress you. with your help the both of you were soon nude in the afternoon light in your bedroom. you tried to cover your chest with your arms but he pulled your arms away and looked at you.
your eyes met and you got up on your tip-toes to kiss him gently on the lips. soon he picked you up like you weighed less than a bag of potatoes.
he placed you on the bed gently when you half expected him to toss you like a shot-put. he admired your body down on your soft covers and soon got onto the bed too.
you reached for him as he pulled you into a tight kiss. his lips were chapped and you could tease the fresh skin underneath. your nails raked at his strong back, that you knew was covered in tattoos.
you wrapped your legs around him and held him. from a moment he dropped to his side and you two held each other. you tucked his head under your chin as you laid together naked.
it wasn't even meant to be sexually stimulating, you both just wanted to feel one another. to hear your lover's heartbeat meant more to you than anything in that moment.
you kissed the top of his head, you felt his blond hair against your face as you soaked in his warmth. you could almost cry from how nice it felt to be so close to him.
after everything, you had your man.
he said in his low tone, "you feel so soft. after everything, i have you. you made every day in the can worth it." he sighed, "thank you." he kissed at your bare chest.
you replied, "i loved your letters, i have them still." you chuckled, "i didn't want to throw any of them away. it made me feel closer."
"well. i'm not goin' anywhere." he looked up at you and smiled, "you're home and i'm finally here." he pulled away and got him between your legs. he rested on his knees and carefully moved you to his liking. he sat there between your legs and waited for your command.
you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, si. you can go." then tightened your legs around your lover. you held your breath as he slowly pushed his cock into you. you didn't realize how big it was until he was fully inside of you.
"are you alright, love?"
"golden."
the two of you moved together. it took a little bit to get used to the size, but the pressure and speed of his movements made heat spread through your body. like two pieces of the same puzzle, you fit together perfect soon after. it was like you two were always meant to be.
you felt so loved by him, it was so sweet. this was your first time with him and you only had a few sexual experiences with others prior to him. but the entire time you knew each other you didn't sleep with others, you wanted to wait for your man.
"that's my good wife." he groaned as he held onto your hips, "i know, you wanted this for a long time. i bet you thought about me when i was locked up."
you blushed and replied, "i did, si. i thought about you all the time, i even had your picture in my office. i wanted this, i wanted to be with you!" you whined a little as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot.
he chuckled softly, "yeah. i thought about my missus when i was locked up. i used to jerk off to your letters, your photos. messed one of 'em up by gettin' my spunk all over it." he licked his lips, "but now i can see it every day in person."
you smiled when he rested his body against you and continued to thrust up into you. you felt the curl of pleasure of your gut get together which each of his heavy thrusts.
the kisses you shared were intimate and hot. the air of your bedroom was warmed as you made love on the bed you would share together. your soft noises together filled the air.
you clenched onto him, you dug your nails into his shoulders. they were so strong and broad that they were much bigger than your hands.
he kissed you one last time as he quickened his pace. the bed moved against your movements as you both climaxed at the same time. it was like a shock to the system, the heightened euphoria before your head felt full of cotton.
you let out a soft groan as your grip on his loosened and you relaxed into the bed. you felt yourself partially get crushed by your lover but he gave a few more earnest thrusts as he made sure that his cum shot to the back of your womb.
he pulled out and dropped beside you. he tucked some hair behind your ear and wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. your breathing was heavy, but you were both so happy. to share your first time together felt so special.
you nestled yourself into his arms and held his hand. you exhaled contently then said, "my husband."
he kissed the top of your head, he felt complete, "my missus."
part two
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