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scare | ÂˇË ŕź spencer reid ,, (part 1)
synopsis - youâre in a relationship with some one else and have a pregnancy scare, both your own reaction and spencerâs makes you realise that youâre not happy.
genre - bau!reader x spencer, friends to lovers, multi-part, pregnancy scare, reader has sort of a douche bf, one sided love (at first), angst and fluff
warnings - pregnancy talk, mentions of sex, unhealthy relationships, stress, sickness
w/c - 1.4k?? take a guess cause thatâs mine.
a/n - iâve got 9 weeks free. yeah, i have a job. and yeah, i have about 6 other hobbies i enjoy. but am i gonna make promises i canât keep about writing more?? yeah. i am. here, enjoy. (pls lemme know abt mistakes itâs rlly late at night rn.)
The plane whirrs, small chatter from Morgan and who you assumed to be Penelope over the phone humming along with the music you try to distract yourself with. It isnât working.
Because every song has its own special and quirky musical instrument that happens to sound like a message notification. And you keep getting your hopes up.
Your left leg started to bounce, your fingernails found their way to your anxious teeth. And Spencer noticed.
He noticed about halfway through the case, when you stopped talking as much, started drinking an influx of water, started discreetly taking pain medication. At first, he thought it was a simple stomach bug, and he knew your stomach didnât agree with a lot of travel. But then you started getting nervous.
Spencer glanced at you a few times before moving, sitting next to you (attempting to be discreet). He canât be discreet though, because every time heâs around you, his body does this weird thing where it canât decide whether it should be instantly calm or instantly more nervous. Your presence stopped his fidgeting hands, his tired thoughts. But god, when he looked at you, itâs like his heart wants to see you for itself.
And right now his heart hurt, why were you scared?
You barely noticed Spencer sit down, usually you would, but your phone was annoyingly blank, silent. You turned it off and on three times, and re-entered the planeâs wifi password five times.
And now your stomach was grumbling, and not in the way that those nice small sandwiches can help out with.
âAre you okay?â
You jumped, taking your earphones out and staring at Spencer surprised. You laughed nervously, quietly, ��Spencer! Sorry. Yeah, Iâm fine.â
His warm eyes searched yours and for a second you could ignore the tight feeling in your chest. It made you think back around 8 months ago, when Penelope, your childhood best friend and now co-worker, created a pros and cons list for both Lloyd, and⌠Spencer.
It was unprofessional and inappropriate, especially when you decided to listen because you had nothing better to do. And especially when she started making some good points.
He squinted his eyes, and you sighed.
âSorry, Iâm just a bit antsy. Feeling a bit⌠off.â
You felt sick, and stressed, and like your thoughts were going to be the cause of your death. Because youâve never been sick like this. And to your overworked brain, it only meant one thing.
Spencerâs a great profiler. And although the team collectively agreed to not profile each other, it becomes hard for Spencer when the girl heâs in love with is so obviously in distress. Even worse when he canât be the hero.
âI can leave you to sleep if you want.â He says, getting up to leave.
âOh, no. Thatâs okay. Honestly, I think sleeping would just make it worse.â
Ah, right. Travel sickness, Spencer thought. He gaps his mouth slightly and nods. He relaxes into the couch and looks over to you, heart picking up slightly as pieces of hair fell from your loose ponytail.
You looked over to the table he was previously sat at, the book you gifted him last Christmas open and nearly finished. You smiled to yourself, but it was bittersweet.
âYouâre actually reading it?â You asked, looking back at him with slight surprise.
âOf course. Iâve read it 6 times already, itâs a great pallet cleanser- Just like you said in that Christmas card!â He smiled childishly, like he was recalling the first snow.
âI know right! Itâs so simple but interesting, I mean Iâve only read it three times but to me I always found it to clear my head.â
Spencer angled himself towards you, âDid you know that the author actually interviewed his daughterâs teachers to see what ages teachers were more invested in compared to class sizes? He said in an interview that depending on a students intelligence, thereâs an underlying emotional connection made between student and teacher,â he took a breath, âIt plays into the intelligence to ego ratio that so many people claim isnât true. Which Iâm not trying to say you have a big ego, or that I do-â
You waved you hands, âWoah, woah. Why would I think youâre talking about me?â
He furrowed his eyebrows, âWell, youâre very intelligent.â
âOh!⌠Thanks for thinking Iâm intelligent, or smart.â You shrugged, âBut I think you insulted yourself. You donât have a 187 IQ for nothing do you?â
âYou remembered my IQ?â He laughed nervously. His smile warms your chest like a candle. Like that candle he got you randomly in April, after you mentioned your favourite one being used up by your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend. Ugh.
You smile falters for only a second, âOf course. You only mention it to every person that second guesses you.â
He nods and smiles, âMust be my ego.â
You laugh, subconsciously bumping your shoulder with his. But- Jesus. Your stomach is queasy.
âHey, uh, do you want some travel sickness pills?â He reached over for his satchel but you grab his forearm and smile as convincingly as you can.
âNo, no. Weâre landing soon, but thank you.â
Youâre overreacting.
Thatâs what he said. When you texted your boyfriend of a year and a half that you thought you were pregnant he said, Youâre overreacting. Two words, two hours after your first text, on his day off.
Maybe you are. You started feeling sick on a slightly more gory case, itâs lasted ever since the case started, you get travel sick as well.
The headaches are from the computer screen and stress. The stress is from fatigue. The fatigue is because of the lack of sleep. The lack of sleep is because of the headaches.
Why do you always do this? Always thinking that thereâs something wrong with you. Always being the biggest person in your own life, selfish.
But⌠what if?
Thereâs a sudden squeak from behind you, and you instantly snapped out of it. You took a deep breath and looked at your surroundings. You were at your desk, standing, the strap of your bag clutched in your hands - god, your knuckles were white. Your eyes darted in surprise and confusion, and you jumped once again when Spencer spoke into the silence.
âYou okay?â
âUmâŚâ
You didnât look back at him, only looking down at your shoes and taking a deep breath. You plastered on a smile despite the bile collecting in your throat.
âYeah! Yeah, Iâm fine. Iâve gonna go, the bus leaves at umâŚâ
You took out your phone. He didnât even respond to your text asking him to pick you up.
âIâll drive you home. But uh, I gotta pick up some groceries. I hope you donât mind.â
He curved to your desk and gently took your bag from your hands, glancing at the way you traced your knuckles and how the leather strap now had slight wrinkles in it. He smiled, warmly. And he started walking like you rejecting the idea wasnât an option.
Which is wasnât, because he knew you too well.
âWell, a cucumber actually has 3% more water than watermelon. So if you really want a refreshing snack, cucumber is your man.â
You smiled and raised your eyebrows in interest. Heâs had many vegetables and fruits in the basket, not a lot of protein. Explained a lot.
My man, you thought with a smile.
My man, you shivered.
âI donât like cucumbers.â You said like it was distraction, and he nodded, picking up some kewpie mayo as he you around to the next aisle. He glanced at you,
âI know. You say itâs tasteless. I like it.â He shrugged.
âI know.â You smiled, and he smiles back.
God, you wish you could bask in it, the warmth. But your chest was still tingly, and your heart hadnât stopped aching ever since you got excited about an email notification.
âHey, are you sure youâre okay? I noticed youâve been tense for like⌠a week.â He grabbed some pasta sauce and put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around - you obviously looked too far into your own head.
âYeah, just feeling-â
âY/n.â He turned to you, stopping your venture into the dairy aisle. His eyes were hard, worried. The fluorescent lights swayed slightly. A worker walked by the end of the aisle with a trolley full of food.
âSorry.â
âDonât,â he lifted one arm, wanting to rest his hand on your upper arm, to help you, âDonât say sorry. Just tell me whatâs going on.â
âI have been feeling sick. Thatâs true. And Iâve been stressed and, thinking a lot. A lot.â
It felt weird to nearly tell Spencer about your relationship problems. It was like complaining to a doctor about healing crystals. It was like a slap in the face. Maybe thatâs why you never did tell him about it, because it was facing your fears.
It was the pros and cons list made by Penelope.
But Iâm overreacting.
âItâs nothing.â
Spencer sighed. You had that habit, of nearly opening up, and then shutting the door just as he was about to walk in.
You heard his sigh.
âOkay. I gave Lloyd my car because he has the day off, and he likes going to his friends houses on his days off. And, I told him something that should probably freak him out. But he doesnât really care. I donât think he really cares, about anything. At least about me.â
You started walking, because holy shit youâve never said that out loud before, and Spencer followed you,
âY/n, if you want to tell me something-â
âI think Iâm pregnant.â You stopped, and started picking at your fingers, acting as if it was admitting to not knowing your left and rights, or that you donât really like coconut.
His eyes widen, and his heart drops. It was like his worst nightmare coming true- jesus, how could he even think about himself right now? The girl he loved felt trapped with a man she thought might be the father of her baby.
Spencer gulped, âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â
You looked at each other, scared, you more than him. And then you cringed,
âGod, Iâm sorry Spencer. I shouldnât have said anything-â
âNo- Y/n, itâs fine. Iâm glad you told me-â
âI havenât even, like, taken a test yet-â
âWait so-â
You spun on your heel and looked at him exasperated.
âSo⌠letâs go get some tests.â He said (he hopes) calmly. He was really trying, to pretend to be calm and collected. Thatâs what you needed, a clear head to replace yours.
He paid for everything, even the 5 pregnancy tests and the over sized lollipop you put in the basket to ease your nerves later on.
The moon was high, you were about three hours late to get home now, and your head was attacking itself with rambles and aches and honestly, you were sick of it.
You shivered, huddling in your jacket and drawing only slightly closer to Spencer. His silence was like a hook, drawing you in closer and higher and taking every word you had been thinking that day to the tip of your tongue.
You looked up to him. His hair fell into his eyes, the breeze reddening his cheeks slightly.
Itâs Spencer. Youâve known him for nearly 6 years, but it feels like youâve known each other for ever. You know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. Well, not everything. He doesnât know how you feel in your own apartment, how every anniversary had been forgotten even when it was the â1 yearâ mark, how you felt like you were raising an over grown child who could drink.
He knows youâre strong, but admitting all that? Iâd look weak.
You have looked weak in front of Spencer. He stayed overnight in your hospital room, he held you when you watched a little girl die, he wiped your tears when you watched a sad short film during your break.
You couldnât hide anything from him.
âI donât think Iâm pregnant- Well, I mean I might be, but thereâs a very low chance,â You started, Spencerâs jaw clenched for a millisecond, âIâve just been feeling sick and⌠it could be because of stress from work, or just general stress- like, I donât know.â
Spencer moved the grocery bag to his other hand.
âKids are great, donât get me wrong. Some people donât get the chance to have kids. I meanâŚâ You gulped, and Spencer finally looked down at you. But now, all you could do was stare at the car parkâs concrete floor. Speaking out loud was like clearing your brain, the fog was lifting. âLloyd doesnât want kids. I do, at least in the future, not right now. I just hope itâs not with-â You cut yourself off, and slow down a bit. Spencer matches your pace.
I just hope itâs not with him.
He gulps, and clears his throat, looking down at you with understanding eyes, âWith everything thatâs going on.â
âYeah⌠yeah. You know, my job, myâŚâ Itâs no use lying to Spencer. He knows. Heâs known, for a long time.
Your chest was tight, and you made eye contact with the pregnancy tests lying on top of Spencerâs groceries. The thought of going home, rushing to the bathroom, avoiding your boyfriend who was already waiting angry, made your throat close up. Because only now, when you were three hours late from work and ignoring his one attempt at a phone call, Lloyd texted, âI think you need to calm down.â It was a bare minimum, and finally Spencer could see you realizing it.
No, âWre you okay?â, âWhatâs making you think this?â âWhere are you?â
No. He was making you out to be the crazy one, the one to be over thinking, over bearing, too much.
You were confused. To put it blankly. And scared. And questioning your life decisions. And honestly you just wanted to curl up in a ball and to have Spencer make you bad cucumber salad at his warm apartment.
You looked up to Spencer but he was already looking down at you, reaching for his keys and nodding, âYou can come to mine, itâll be okay.â
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Friends? Just Friends?
After years of being friends with Billie, the sexual tension comes to an all time high and canât be ignored any longer. You finally let her teach you exactly what it feels like to be with a woman
This is super long but I promise itâs worth it ;)
Y/N Pov
I walk over to the speaker, turn it on, and ask Billie what playlist she wants to hear. Itâs a chill Sunday afternoon, and after Billie and I woke up around noon, weâve been lying in bed watching TikTok and yapping. Billie slept over last night after a late night at a friend's party. It seems like these days I donât spend many nights without Billie in my bed, or me in hers. Weâve been friends for years but a while ago we both expressed how bored and lonely we each had been, and started hanging out almost all the time. Now a few months later, she's definitely my best friend, always attached to each other's hips. I finally pulled myself out of bed a little while ago, and now it is unfortunately time for my Sunday routine. Billie knows it well by now since sheâs been forced to be a part of it week after week.
âLet's do some bossa nova this week, Iâm in the mood to move my hipsâ Billie laughs back at my question. Weâve bonded over our love for international music and it has been slowly added into the Sunday routine, choosing a different type each week once I finally force myself out of bed, cleaning up my room while Billie's lazy ass stays under the comfy sheets goofing off on her phone and telling me all her crazy thoughts. She starts seductively moving her hips beneath the blankets as she laughs and hums to the Brazilian guitar purring through the speaker. I look over at her as I lean down to pick up the dirty clothes that have accumulated in the corner of my room, laughing back at her.
As I stand up and try to turn around, I feel my foot slide out from under me, seemingly having been planted on a dirty pair of underwear I missed. I hit the floor with a loud thunk and Billie darts to the corner of the bed, not even trying to hide her laughter as she tries to calm down long enough to ask if Iâm okay. I turn my head to follow her voice, and all I can see is her head extending off the bed, hovering over me, leaving me laughing just as loud as she is. âOh my god, I will never not make fun of your clutsy ass ending up on the floorâ she yells out between her giggles, trying hard to catch her breath as she points down at me laughing more as she mocks my fake hurt face.
I grab the first thing I can find next to me and throw it at her face before pretending Iâm mad, yelling for her to quit being a bitch and help me get up. She dramatically dodges whatever it is coming for her face then leans her hand up catching it. As she opens her hand and realizes it's my black thong I wore last night, she acts as if shes absolutely disgusted before she laughs and throws it back at me. âBitch donât you ever throw ur crusty ass panties at my face again,â she says with a tight smile, letting me know she doesnât actually care. I open my mouth gasping at her words, âcrusty? Whose panties you calling crusty cuz they sure as hell arenât mineâ I say, before standing up from the floor and grabbing them to add them to the laundry bin. âMy kitty is nice and clean, and so are my underwear,â I add, as I turn to her, knowing she hates when I call it my kitty.
âYea yea,â she laughs, before jumping off the bed, âI bet it is,â she whispers, leaning her head close to mine before winking and walking to the bathroom. I take a second to look for something next to say, not coming up with anything. Billie and I have always walked a fine line of flirting and just joking around as friends. It's clear we both do it, but weâve never acknowledged it. Instead, it just stays in our presence, like a thick tension we pretend we donât feel. I feel it all too well though, always holding an intense attraction to her, since the day I met her. Quite honestly it was even before that, when I was still just a fan of hers and never thought Iâd end up her best friend. That is another whole story though.
Ever since I told Billie I thought I might be gay, the tension has only grown, yet we continue not to recognize it, like we are both terrified of what might happen if we do. I decide in a split second to be bold, regretting the words as soon as they come out of my mouth, âNice and clean and with no one to show it to,â Billie whips her head back at me with a smile, toothpaste spilling out the sides as she laughs and wipes it away, rubbing it shamelessly on the big t-shirt she slept in. I giggle a bit before finding my confidence again. Maybe this damn bossa nova is getting to my head but I feel the tension as thick as its ever been. I catch a look in her eyes that I havenât seen before, like shes thinking about what I look like under these boxers. âNo *girl* to show it toâ, adding emphasis to my words as I correct my previous statement.
I turn around and walk towards my desk as silence falls between us. I begin picking up all the makeup on my vanity, continuing on with my cleaning, letting the bossa nova fill my head again. I can hear Billie finishing in the bathroom, clinking her toothbrush on the side of the sink before setting it back in the cup and walking into my room again. She settles on the edge of the bed in criss-cross, watching me clean and hum along with the guitar.
âSo youâve thought more about it then, huh?â she asks me delicately, knowing we havenât talked about it in a while. I look into the mirror and find her eyes on the bed behind me, eyes that have already found me. I turn around to face her before I shrug my shoulder. âI mean I think about it constantly, I just feel so nervous about it all. I really think Iâm into women but I don't know where to go from hereâ I answer her, but continue on after a brief pause. âActually, I know Iâm into women, regardless it's scary as fuckâŚ. Women are scary as fuckâ I laugh out. âYouâre cute,â Billie says with a little giggle. It comes out in a friendly way, but the way she continues to stare at me after she says it doesnât match the solely friendly tone of voice. I pick up a shirt lying on the bench of my vanity and throw it at her head, harder than the panties this morning. It hits her right on the forehead and she sprawls out on the bed dramatically, acting far more hurt than she was. âOh stop being dramatic and get ur lazy ass up, it's time to go downstairs and clean the kitchen,â I say as I walk over and pull her up by her arms. As I let go and walk out of the room with Billie following behind me, I turn to look at her, âat least it wasnât another pair of my nasty crusty disgusting thongsâ I saw with a big mocking smile, puckering my lips sending her fake kisses like we always do when we are making fun of each other. Yet again we have managed to completely ignore the tension we are both choking on.
TIME JUMP TO THAT NIGHT
Billie and I are sitting on the couch waiting for our postmates to arrive and watching some shitty rom com on that we both picked from the image alone. We already had cold vegan pizza for dinner and are on our second bottle of wine. This is just another classic sunday evening, junk food, wine, and a postmated dessert to finish off the normal routine. When I first met Billie I watched as she drank her sodas and water while everyone else around her drank mixed drinks and beer. She made it clear publicly that she didnt drink, and when I finally asked her why she told me she had no problem with alcohol or the idea of drinking she just hated every drink she ever tried.
One night when we very first started these constant sleepovers she tried a taste of my favorite wine and loved it. A few weeks later she and I shared a bottle and I had the privilege of watching her experience the drunk world for the first time. Nowadays, we usually each have a glass every Sunday night, and occasionally we will have a girl's night and drink more than a few glasses while we watch shitty movies. Tonight was turning into one of those nights, having just stocked up on our favorite when I went to Target earlier. I walk into the kitchen to pop open the second bottle and ask if Billie wants more. She excitedly grabs her glass and runs into the kitchen after me, purposely sliding with her socks on the kitchen tile as she laughs.
The couple of times Billie has ever been drunk have all been with me, and itâs very clear she is a goofy drunk. This girl is already the funniest person I know when she is sober, but being around her while she's drunk has my abs hurting from laughing. She is quite a lightweight, with her infrequent drinking and her tiny body, so usually we just finish a bottle and a half, before we get messy drunk. We both enjoy being just past tipsy, still in control, still with a filter to our thoughts, but just a little more light-hearted and silly.
When we finish the movie and go in for a refill before starting a new one, we look at each other shocked when we pour out the last drops of the second bottle. âDid we drink all of that?â Billie laughs, her cheeks rosy and her eyes big. âRuh rohâ she yells out before laughing and lifting her glass to take the last sip. âI think we just broke our pathetic previous record,â I giggle back at her. âShould we open another??â she asks me, her words making it clear she is leaving it up for me to decide. I can tell sheâs never been this drunk, yet I know sheâs nowhere near dangerous drunk, or even messy drunk. âFuck it let's do itâ I shout a little too loudly before I grab another bottle out of the fridge.
TIME JUMP (Smutty time)
Our empty wine glasses are sitting on the coffee table in front of us as we lay under the blankets and watch the movie the TV put on automatically after our first movie finished. We are about 20 minutes in and it's becoming incredibly clear this is not at all similar to the cheesy straight rom-com that came before it. I feel my breath catch in my throat and all the wine-filled blood run to my center when the TV fills with the images of two women making out, one being thrown on the bed while the other climbs on top of her. As the sex scene keeps going, I remember that this is Netflix, and they are putting straight-up soft porn in their movies now.
I feel the pool forming in my underwear as I watch this graphic, incredibly hot lesbian sex scene play out in front of me. My drunk face must not be hiding what I'm feeling well because as Billie turns to look at me, she lets out a loud laugh. âBaby you look like a deer in headlights,â she says, still quietly giggling, her drunkenness showing through in the sound of her laughter. I swallow loudly before looking at her and then back at the TV. The moans get louder as we watch one of the girls reach her peak, the other continuing to go down on her. I shift awkwardly on the couch, trying not to make it too obvious how much that affected me, how turned on it got me. The combination of the wine, the hot lesbian sex in front of us, and the sexually charged tension Billie and I shared earlier is making it impossible for me to look Billie in the eyes, too scared of what I might say or do. Billie is still staring at me as my eyes stay glued on the screen, the scene still playing out. I feel her torso lifting up from the couch and getting closer to me before smiling and whispering, âYou wish that was you, huh? Sitting here wondering what it must be like to get fucked by a girl⌠or fuck a girl yourselfâ she stays close to me, swallowing and giggling before continuing. âIt's fucking incredible, better than you could even imagine,â she says matter of factly. The tension is as thick as it could possibly get, almost like I could see it taking over my entire body, and just by looking at Billie it's clear she feels it too.
Before I can stop myself, I spring towards Billie. My momentum picking up as I get closer. Realizing what Iâm doing, I pause, scared to move at all. Billie grabs my face, pulling me the rest of the way to her and our lips crash together. Months of building tension all explode at once as our tongues slide against each other, eagerly slipping between one another's lips, no longer hiding how badly we want each other. âShow me, Billie,â I say, pulling back enough to get my words out and swallow. âShow me what it feels like to be with a girl,â I finish. âyou have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those wordsâ she confesses as she stands up, pulling my hand to follow her to my room. We both lightly stumble down the hallway, giggling from the wine and the anticipation of what is to come.
As we make our way into my room I turn on my favorite lamp- it has a dark pink light bulb that glows so nicely in my room at night. I throw myself onto the bed and land right next to Billie, both of us taking a second to laugh at my ridiculous jump before getting quiet again. She turns on her side to face me and I do the same. My hair falls in front of my face as I turn. Billieâs hand comes up, brushing it out of the way before kissing me again, pulling me in tight against her as our legs dance together. Her leg finds its way between mine and as our kiss gets heated again she pushes up against my core. I let out a slight whine as Billieâs hands hit my waist, pushing me harder against her thigh and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I donât think Iâve ever felt so horny, been so wet, or wanted someone more in my life. Billieâs head finds its way to my neck as she begins placing light kisses against my skin. When she bites down and pushes her thigh against my clit harder, I let out a deep moan that I swear has been growing in me for months. âMmmmhhhmm, BillieâŚâ I huff as I begin grinding my hips shamelessly against her thigh, begging for any pleasure at this point. Billie's shorts have slid all the way up her leg, leaving her thigh bare and able to feel my soaked shorts gliding against her as I move my hips faster.
I feel her wet lips hit my ear, biting it gently as she breathes out. It is as if my body is on fire, every single nerve ending I have lighting up at once, every touch suddenly feeling sexual. I am melting at her every move and she hasnât even touched me yet. If this is what it feels like to be with a girl, I want it forever. âBillie pleaseâ I whine out, desperation filling my voice as I grind my core harder against her. My wet shorts rub tightly against my clit with every move I make and I feel like I could cum from this alone. A slight embarrassment creeps up, slowing my hips as I realize how close I am to cumming, just from her thigh against my pussy. I grab the back of her head as she continues sucking and biting on my neck. Quiet moans continue spilling from my lips as my head begins to race. Is this a thing in lesbian sex? Am I crazy for doing this? Should I stop?
As my mind continues to take control and ruin my pleasure Billie interrupted the thoughts, almost as if she could hear them out loud. âDonât stop grinding on my thigh until I feel your cum drench my skin, keep going for me Y/N I know it feels goodâ Her words are exactly what I needed, making my pussy clench tightly. I grab her chin and pull her into a deep kiss as her hands snake under my shirt and reach my bare chest. She squeezes my big boobs hard before pinching my nipple, giggling as I yelp into her mouth. She continues toying with my hard nipples as I pull away from her lips, too caught up in the pleasure to keep kissing. Each time she pinches and pulls at my bud I groan louder and move my hips faster. Billie catches on quickly, continuing her fun on my boobs, dragging me closer and closer to the edge, flooding every part of my body with overwhelming pleasure. I find my way to her neck, needing to feel closer to her, placing open-mouth kisses all over. I earn a quiet gasp from her when I hit a sweet spot, and latch on tighter.
As I kiss her harder, biting on her skin, continuing to pull moans from her, she suddenly pushes her thigh in a new angle right as I speed up my movements, throwing me over the edge. I grab her tight, pulling her as close to me as she can possibly be. My head is still nuzzled into her neck, my mouth hanging open as loud moans pour from my lips, lips that continuing lightly connect with her skin. My legs shake as she grabs both my hips and continues to move them for me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm for as long as possible. I hold my breath, shocked at the pleasure I am experiencing just from her thigh on my body. A light hum sings from her lips as I finally come down from such a powerful orgasm. I hold her tight as I catch my breath, needing to feel her close to me, trying to process the feelings I am beginning to understand, feelings I felt for her for a long time. Billie giggles as she rubs my back, helping ground me and letting me take my time with my descent back to earth. I finally pull my head from out of her neck and grab her face, needing to kiss her hard before anything is said, trying to gather my thoughts. I let my back fall onto the mattress as I laugh and breath out, still shocked at what was happening, shocked that Billie, my best friend, the girl Iâve secretly been attracted to for years, just pushed me to the most intense orgasm Iâve ever had.
âthere ya go baby,â Billie says as she climbs on top of me, grabbing my chin, pulling me in for an intensely hot kiss before placing her lips on my forehead. ânow let me clean you upâ she whispers in between kisses, kisses that started as pecks and are now becoming more and more sloppy. She lifts my shirt up and I grab it, pulling it over my head needing to be free. âCan I see you too Billie?â I ask, a slight innocence and vulnerability peaking out of my words as I hold my fingers at the base of her shirt, slightly sliding it up. She smiles and sits up, tugging the shirt over her head and reaching behind her, immediately taking off her sexy black lace bra. My heart skips a beat when I watch her perfect big boobs drop to their natural, beautiful position. I lay myself up on my elbows pulling her closer, needing them in my mouth. I kiss lightly before wrapping my lips all the way around her nipple, circling my tongue around her bud as one of my hands plays with her free boob. âOoo baby fuck⌠y/n mmmmâ she sings, her hands pushing my head towards her as I continue on exploring her breasts.
She pushes me away and lays her own lips on my chest, eagerly moving down my body. âI need to taste you, mama, take these slutty little shorts off for meâ She pulls at the waistband as I lift my hips up, helping her slide them off of me before laying back down. Her words make my pussy clench, pushing out more of my juices. She grabs both my thighs gripping them hard as she spreads them, groaning loudly as she sees my wet core for the first time ever. I swallow hard, the vulnerability of my exposed pussy hitting me all at once, wanting to hide from her, covering my face with my arm. Billie clearly senses my emotions, knowing me all too well. She places a light kiss on my upper thigh, then another on the other side. âOh y/n youâre so perfect⌠sexier than I could have ever imagined,â she kisses my upper thigh again before continuing, âand Iâve thought about it a lotâ I whine at her words, the hunger pushing away the vulnerability, and right as Iâm about to beg for her tongue, she latches on. Still so sensitive from my last orgasm, Iâm unable to hold in any of my moans, immediately drunk from the pleasure yet again. I grab her hair hard and push her against me as my hips buck. âFuck Billie your tongue feels so goodâ my moans interrupt my own words, throwing my head back as her tongue circles my swollen clit. âoh baby, fuck Billie please donât stop, fuckâ my words fuel her on as she gets even more intense. It feels like sheâs devouring me, eating me alive like she's been starved forever. She comes up for air and we make eye contact. I swallow back my drool as I stare at her, unable to process just how sexy she looks. Her eyes look black from her massive lust-filled pupils and her chin is covered in my cum, dripping down as she licks her lips. âYour pussy tastes so fucking good, mmm I canât get enough of youâ and with that her tongue is back on me, flicking and slurping, swallowing and circling, tasting every inch of my core.
Just when I thought things couldnât get better, two fingers pump into me, filling me perfectly. I gasp and shake underneath her, beginning to feel overstimulated by the pleasure she gives me. I feel as if im floating, like this is all just a fever dream, it cant be possible for sex to feel this good. âGod, fuck, baby. Fuck Billie yesssssâ I struggle to get my words out as my hands dart around the bed, trying to find anything to grab hold of, something to anchor me to this bed as I feel my stomach contracting. âI feel you pulsing on my fingers mama, let go for me, cum on my fingers like the good girl I know you areâ Her voice is raspy and low, sexier than Iâve ever heard it before. Her nasty words flood my mind and I scream as I feel her lips wrapped around my clit again, sucking and licking as she curves her fingers upward and hits my g-spot. She keeps devouring me and moaning into my pussy as she speeds her fingers up and I feel like Iâm about to black out. Thank god I live alone because I donât think Iâve ever been louder in my life. âBillie Im about to cum, fuck it feels so good please donât stopâ She smiles into my cunt as she flicks her fingers inside of me, doing a come here motion as she pumps them in and out, stimulating me in a way I have never been stimulated before. It feels like she knows my body better than I even do, like shes been fucking me like this for years. She keeps up the motions of her fingers as she flattens out her tongue and pushes it hard against my clit, moving her head side to side. âOh my godddddâ I scream out as I begin shaking underneath her, being hit with my second orgasm, one that is somehow twice as strong as the first. âFuck Billie yes fuckâ I canât get all my words out before needing to scream and moan again. âIm cumming baby fuck, f-fuckkkkkkkâ
the last of my sentence turns into a deep moan as she keeps going. Keeps plowing her fingers into me, keeps moving her tongue side to side on my clit, keeps lighting me up with intense pleasure. I feel a new sensation as she continues to overstimulate me. Itâs something Iâve never felt before and it's stronger than any orgasm Iâve ever had. âWait billie, fuck, please oh godâ She lifts her head up from my clit but speeds up her fingers. My eyes are squeezed shut and my lungs are frozen, unable to breath. I feel like my body is full of stars, like im no longer all the way here. My knuckles ache from how tightly im grabbing the sheets but somehow the pain fuels my orgasm more as it continues to take control of my body. âBillie stop I think iâm about toââ I canât get my words out fast enough before the gates open and I pour out all over her chest and fingers, squirting hard. I try to move my hips but she grabs me, holding me where I am as I continue spilling out onto her. Screams meet with the wet sounds of my pleasure and I canât take it any longer. âOkay okay billie fuck im done, im doneâ I say as my back returns down on the bed and I feel air fill my lungs again. My legs continue to shake and my pussy clenches around her fingers in a rhythm, like it has a heartbeat of its own.
She lays her head down on my thigh as she slowly pulls her fingers out of me. The movement causes me to groan and shake again, a clear indication of just how overstimulated I am. She looks at me, making sure Iâm watching as she licks her fingers clean, moaning at the taste of them. As I sit up on my elbows and watch her lick her lips I look down to see her boobs covered in all my juices, wet and dripping, as sexy as they could possibly be. She catches me looking and smirks. âIf I wasnât so fucked out I would be licking my juices off those sexy boobsâ I say with a new found confidence. She crawls up me and kisses me softly, letting my tongue slip between her lips and around hers. âYou taste good donât you babyâ she moans, before pulling me tight against her naked wet chest. Our boobs rub together and our connection feels electric. âYou know Iâve never squirted before, youâre the firstâ I say, glowing from all the pleasure I just experienced. âI didnât even know sex
could feel that goodâ i laugh admitting it then feeling embarrassed. âWelcome to sex with womenâ she giggles as the words come out, âI feel lucky to be the first of many for you baby, Iâve been wanting you for so damn long, I gotta admit itâ she kisses me on my cheek and grabs my nipple playfully making me yelp. âI been dreaming about this for a long time too, Billieâ I confess with a smile, looking back at her. âGood things thereâs a whole lot more firsts for me to haveâ I say playfully as I grab her boob again.
I pull her closer to me, both of us back on our sides facing eachother. I crave a type of intimacy with her that I have avoided with every one of my partners for years. Maybe I really am gay and itâs just because shes a woman. Or, maybe, if I let myself really think about it, its because its Billie. My hand falls over her body onto her bare back and my fingers begin lightly dancing over her skin. She snuggles into me tighter and humms. Being in Billieâs arms feels like home. My cheeks flush as I realize that the love I feel for her is not the love you feel for a friend, it is so so much more than that. Its the type of love that terrifies me, or at least it has in the past. For some reason I don't feel scared at all right now, I feel quite the opposite actually.
I continue rubbing her back as our breathing slows, both melting into one another. She breaks the silence with a silky voice, âI think I could stay like this foreverâ my heart skips a beat at her confession, bringing a calm warmth throughout my body. âIâd like that a lot Billieâ she lifts her head from the crook of my neck just long enough to place a kiss on my forehead, before snuggling back into me tighter. We lay like this for a minute before I interrupt. I giggle quietly to myself and she looks up with a curious expression, her eyebrows knit together but a smirk on her lips, âwhat the hell are you so giggly about?â she says, laughing with me now. âDoes this mean,â I giggle again slightly more bashfully this time, before I continue. âDoes this mean I get to learn all about lessssbbiiann sexxxxx with you?â I canât help but say it in a goofy, slightly mocking tone, emphasising my purposefully ridiculous word choice. âSure does baby girl, sure doesssssssssâ She laughs out, matching the playful energy. âOoo la laâ I sing, pulling a laugh from both of us as we lay back down. I canât help but feel overwhelming excitement for whats to come.
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max verstappen x fem!reader
⢠summary. max wasnât doing a very good job at being an attentive boyfriend, always busy and not paying you any mind, so when you voice your dismay he gives you exactly what you want.
⢠contains. slight angst, nsfw, smut : unprotected sĂŠx, cĂ´ckwarming âĄ, softdom!max, crybaby!reader, heâs stubborn and mean asf, you ride him in his gaming chair, dirty talk, creampie, begging, mention of alcohol consumption, usage of petnames (e.g. baby, sweetheart, love), wc : 6.4k
nora's â note. peek-a-boo! srry for being gone, this has been in my drafts since jan LMAO. itâs my first time writing something angsty, hopefully itâs up to par w the rest of my writing (o´ç˝`o) anyway love u all, iâm going through all my work thatâs been collecting dust <3
Your feet padded down the endless hallways of the penthouse you currently resided in, searching for Max with a glass of gin in hand. One of his favorites.
The boisterous district of Fontvieille Monaco has gone long quiet as the evening begins to fade in. It was the most treasured part of your dayâwhen the sunset casts over the ocean and how the crowds of people start to diminish slowly one by one. Loud voices and laughter simmering down, back into their homes or into fancy restaurants and bars to enjoy the rest of their night.
Each roll of the blue waves along with the golden disk already beginning to touch the surface ocean water is a view you could never get sick of. The sun slips quickly behind the line of the horizon as it spreads its last raysâstunning hues of oranges and yellows seeping through the windows of your living room, allowing to emit a shadow of your figure on the floor and walls with each step you take as you continue your hunt for your boyfriend.
It is where you feel the utmost of tranquilityâthe calmness of this environment is a way for you to wind down without having to care for anything else outside of the place you call home, to help wash away any troublesome thoughts. Usually these hours are spent with you and Max watching a movie or making a home cooked meal together. Usually your limbs would be tangled with one another in sacred and intimate ways.
Though this time around, your surroundings don't put you at ease, it doesnât shake away your worries. In fact, itâs worse than usual.
This current lifestyle by all means, was everything you could ever dream of. You were incredibly lucky to be the partner of someone like Max. The Dutchman who is portrayed and misunderstood as a villain half of the time is actually a gentleman.
Your lover was so genuine and kind, as sweet as the gleam of sun that is currently kissing your skinâthe warmth filling your whole body, bringing an overwhelming sense of comfort. Itâs the sole reason why you fell in love with him, and you fell hard.
His own love for you is like a gardenâblossoming into heavenly flowers within his fast beating heart.
He dotes on you, cares for you when you need it most, like tending to a single daisy amongst a field of grass. Nurturing and watering it with the most fondness, just like he does when kissing you, and god his kisses are to die for. His lips soft against yours like a warm embrace, so tender and delicate, melting into each other's souls. It always felt as if it were the last, as if the world was crumbling beneath the bottom of your feet. Nothing around you mattered, just the two of you in that space sealing in the gap.
Heâs a race car driver for crying out loudâbound to be blunt and direct. But the persona he shows to the crowds of people and millions behind a tv screen is only half of who he truly is. Sure he can have a nasty temper at times during the highlights of his career but those were all under heavy stressful circumstances. In no way shape or form has his impatience and anger on track reach you from behind closed doorsâŚuntil recently.
That familiarity of admiration for you has suddenly turned into rushed and quick pecks on the lips, hugs lasting only a fracture of a second. There wasnât any long lasting gentleness to those intimate actions anymore, no adoration laced behind them.
This switch in attitude has you dwelling on it in an unhealthy way. Concerns filling your brain as he hardly devoted any time to you recently. Perpetually blowing you off with an âIâm busy.â and other broken promises to make it up to you whenever youâd suggest going out together for the day.
You genuinely didn't mind it at first, you out of everyone understood how important his career was to him. But, heâs constantly conducting business calls, in emergency meetings, or practicing on the race simulator. You were aching for him, in more ways than one.
Itâs lonely enough with him having to travel all around the world 12 times a year with an extra addition of other flights for further business matters. And, with your own work you arenât usually there to accompany him more than youâd wish. So with the rare occasions of him actually having a break with you at home and to have him not pay any attention to you was, without any exaggerationâŚstarting to annoy you.
In contrast to the beautifully painted sky outside your windows showcasing its eternal beauty of lovely colors, your mood was somber and gloomy. Almost like the soon to be night sky beneath a cascade of iridescent stars on the sandy shores of Monacoâthe air thick with a cold breeze and scent of salt, the feeling melancholic.
With an intake of a breath through your nose, the tracks of your light footsteps halt when you finally reach the blackwood door that leads into his office you were positive he was in. You make sure to knock three timesâan order you mustn't forget, not wanting to walk in on him potentially streaming a game or being in a meeting with his camera on.
Upon hearing a faint, âCome in.â from the other side of the door, you enter the office with caution. Staring into the dreary space, anyone would be aware of how grim it was; pens and papers scattered across his work desk messily, the trophies resting on the display shelf held a sheer layer of dust, and the cold temperature didn't make it any better. The atmosphere alone coerced goosebumps to emerge onto your skin.
Max himself looked disarrayed, sat in the race simulator on the other side of the room. You walk over to stand beside the makeshift car seat to get a better look at him. All the noticeable tell-tale signs didn't go unnoticed by you, he was pushing himself too much. It was really displeasing to see him not taking care of himself. His light brown hair framed his forehead with eye bags digging into his skin, and there was a prominent little line in between his eyebrowsâindicating that heâs been focusing for too long.
âHey, everything okay?â Setting down the cup of gin on the wooden desk concernedly, you pull off his headset and brush your hand through his locksâpushing them back into place. Max doesnât tear his eyes off the screens of his multiple monitors, barely sparing you a glance or reacting to the contact of your touch like he normally would.
âHi baby, yeahâŚyeah âm alright,â he mumbles slowly, almost as if he didnât register what you said.
âI got you a drink.â A frown makes way onto your features when he doesnât say anything after that, not even acknowledging the alcohol in front of him. With a tilt of your head you wait expectedly, continuing to burn holes on the side of his faceâlike you were trying to read into his thoughts. âYou coming to bed soon? You should get some rest.â
âMhmâŚin a bit.â
You didnât know why you thought the outcome would be anything different. The monotone lack of response from him had you sneering as a combination of anguish and irritation consumed your body. Heâs still looking at the screens, an intense focus in his irisesâa need to complete the race laps of the simulator even with his headphones off.
You knew then that heâs not honest with his intentions, being dismissive as usual and leading you to the feeling of neglect yet again. Though this time youâve reached your limit, patience running thin.
Whilst huffing out an annoyed breath you toss the headset into his lap without a care, âLiar.â
That was a terrible mistake.
His reaction was just about immediate, bewildered at your sudden outburst. âWhat was that?â Max finally turns his head, eyes narrowing to look at you as you saunter off to the door. You intended to just retire into your shared bedroom alone, tears already pooling at your lash line from all the pent-up frustration with your back facing him.
âIf you knew what was good for you, you wouldnât dare to walk out that door.â
Halting your footsteps, a shiver bolted up your spine, the previous anger briskly replaced with unease. Youâd like to think it was from the cool air that was blowing from the vents instead of his bleak words.
âGet back over here,â he spoke assertively, voice low and ominousâlike he was disappointed in your unexpected change of mood, making your skin crawl with uncertainty.
It was a dangerous gamble between wanting to defy him or to finally have all of his attention after two weeks. But you knew better than to test his warnings and tolerance especially after hearing that irked tone. Blinking away the unshed tears, you steel yourself to shift your body and face him again.
âNow. Sweetheart, don't make me repeat myself.â
Your breath hitches, this was probably the first time in days where heâs held eye contact intently with you for longer than twenty seconds and it just about has you stumbling over your feet. The icy glare spoke for itself, already irritated with the way you lashed out at him, which is rare coming from you. Heâs got a pounding headache and the last thing he wants to deal with is your little attitude.
His mean demeanor nearly made your eyes water again by the time you returned to his side, following his order. Within a split second, Max chucks the headphones to the ground bitterly. The loud clank! it makes when it hits the wooden floor has you jolting out of your skin, his annoyance radiating off of the small scowl on his face and actions.
In swift movements he pulls you down to straddle his lap without a word, a squeak of surprise leaves your lips since you didnât have time to process what was happening.
The proximity has your heart skipping a beat, a rush of heat spreading throughout your entire body with nervousness. It was slightly cramped in the space between him and the pc steering wheelâleaving you little to no room to breathe, chest brushing against his to not have your back pressed into the metal material.
You felt that familiar ache in your stomach building up from how close he was and how he was holding your waist to keep you steady. It really didnât take much for you especially since youâve missed his warmthâhis big veiny hands on your body. Your mind begins to whirl already, making you desperate for more right away, it was easy to tell from your quickened breath.
He observes your small frame all but quivering atop of him, dressed solely in one of his t-shirts that was evidently larger on you and a pair of panties peeking from underneath.
âWhatâs gotten into you huh?â His eyes lingered a while longer on your bare thighs that were scantily covered. He strokes it with his hands lightly, the contact igniting a trail of fire in its wake on your supple skin before his sharp gaze snapped to return to your face, âalways interrupting me.â
You can practically hear the erratic rhythm of your heart beating in your ears because of his fierce scrutinizing eyes, and it doesn't benefit you in the slightest when the expensive cologne he knows drives you crazy wafts into your nostrilsâmaking it even harder to concentrate. The air gets thicker by the second around your heated bodies.
âWhatâs gotten into me?â Youâre muttering under your breath, looking everywhere but his burning stare to try and rein yourself, âMax youâŚyou hardly have time for me anymore.â
Heâs a busy man, engrossed and occupied in his job. You get it, you truly do, you understand the fear he must bear of not wanting to be last. Carrying that title of being number one is both a blessing and a curse. It doesn't help that he's his own worst critic, correcting what he thinks he could do better by practicing on the simulator as much as he possibly canâitâs the only thing that occupies his mind.
The amount of pressure he must feel has to be overbearingâall the more for a non-stressful winter break, heâs been losing too much sleep and he couldnât even bother to mind your concerns. All you wanted was to take care of him in different ways, youâve tried for days but those days turned into two weeks and youâve had enough.
One of his hands smooths over your back, humming gruffly while the other jerks your chin to force you to look at him with a firm grip so you don't pull away, âYâknow I have to be on top of my work right?â
âYes! Of course I do butââ
âIâm doing this for us.â He then takes both of his palms, dragging them down your sides tantalizingly to grasp your hips. Max kneads the flesh briefly before guiding you with a secure hold to have your clothed heat rub at his crotch that's already flinching, growing hard underneath you. He does so almost mockingly, knowing just what you want and eliciting a shocked choked gasp from you, âworking so I could get you the things you want.â
Your small hands went to hold onto his broad shoulders at the unexpected friction, it was getting tougher to keep yourself groundedâbody trembling with the effort to stay in check, to stop yourself from grinding down on him greedily like you so desperately wanted.
âMax,â your face is sullen as you speak just above a whisper, he was mere inches away, so close you can almost taste him. You could justâŚlean forward a bit, claim his lips and have him again, âI donât care about that, I just want to spendââ
âTime with me.â He interrupts again, stealing the rest of the sentence out of your mouth like heâs heard it a hundred times before and you can't seem to get snarky with him at the moment because of the way he was gradually rolling your groin against his. A rush of butterflies stirs in your tummy from the staggering sensation.
Max reaches under the hem of his baggy shirt that's draped over you with an exasperated exhale, his touch ticklish as his fingers dance along the soft skin near the band of your underwear. You can start to feel your body seeking more of his attention, so close to being obtainable you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.
âIs that it? Fine. If thatâs the case, then youâre going to sit still.â
His words pique your interest at once that you seem to ignore his condescending behaviorâcontent with just getting to be in his presence again.
He takes notice of your tongue peeking out to wet your lips in expectancy, earning a flicker of amusement on his features before quickly masking it back with a stoic expression. You can feel him trail lower and lower until the tips of his fingers reach your sensitive bud to circle it delicately over your panties, almost feather-light to tease you. The response from your body was instant, mewling and arching your back. Your clothed breasts were now flush against his chest, allowing more warmth to exchange between the two of you.
âAll you wanted was to get your little pussy wet huh?â He lets out a scoffing chuckle, making a wave of humiliation wash over you from the way he puts it. You shake your head in denial, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you are in fact sexually frustrated.
âN-Ngh! No!â But he can see right through your miserable bluff, especially with your heavy puffs of breath and stammering.
You were utterly touch-starved that your underwear was already dampening under his touch with your growing arousal. All from just sitting on his lap and light traces of contact.
âNo? Then why are you soaking my fingers right now?â A sense of pride always filled his body knowing the affect he had on you, to have you heat up and slip into that sweet headspace with just a few ministrations. âAww my sweet baby, you just needed a bit of my attention? Is that it?â
Max continues to work you up with a lazy smirk on his lips, watching you closely for each little face twisting reaction, âanswer me sweetheart.â He lightly taps at your clit, another chuckle almost slipping from his throat when you sit up straighter because of it.
âYes Max, IâŚwant you.â Your voice comes out a bit whiny than you intended but you donât seem to care because of the way your brain is clouding, craving more without question.
âThereâs my good girl.â
With your lower lip sucked between your teeth you brace yourself for more, blood pumping with excitement. He was finally going to fuck you like youâve been wanting for days, right?
Wrong.
What you didnât expect was to be fully naked, straddling his cock whilst he ignored you.
Dumbfounded was an understatement.
As you watch the clock on the other side of the officeâperched on top of the door behind him, your sanity quickly dissolves with each passing tick. It took you about ten minutes to realize the vast amount of self-control he held. So while you were sitting on his lap, firm length sheathed deeply inside youâMax simply returned to the simulator, superbly content with this proposal. You on the other hand, couldnât stop the tremor of your thighs.
Breaking the tense silence with an unsatisfied grumble, you wrap your arms around his neck in hopes to get more direct contact of his skin on yours. Your frame was taut and rigid above him, trying your damn hardest to not make any sudden movements like he ordered.
Being able to finally feel him again like this but not allowed to do anything about it has you on edge, you eagerly wantedâno needed some sort of relief. So with much contemplation your movements get bolder with a grind of your hips, though it only makes him give you a stern look in exchange, enough for you to force into a stop at once.
He clicks his tongue in disapproval, giving a light smack on your plush ass as a warning. âStop fuckinâ moving,â he hisses through gritted teeth, still annoyed with you and it had your heart aching uncomfortably.
You should be the one that was upset but you felt so vulnerable and deprived, especially with him still being fully clothed, his shorts and briefs pushed down just enough to free his cock making you feel all the more exposed and in the mercy of his hands. You so miserably needed more of him, all of him.
âMax please,â you canât help but beg now, knowing that itâll usually weaken his resolve with that angelic voice of yours, âI canât.â
It doesn't seem to deter him though. A sense of disappointment engulfs you, he was so hellbent on teaching you a lesson that you know you don't even deserve.
âYou can and you will. What happened to being my good girl?â His hands never leave the steering wheel behind you and his voice, not even in the slightestâdoesnât waver whenever he speaks, practically like he was unaffected with your warm wet cunt wrapped around him, âbesides, isnât this what you wanted? Donât make me punish you.â
Heâs mocking you. You can almost see his lips quirking up into a smile as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck with no retaliation afterward, so eager to please him.
The only thing you can possibly do was snuggle closer for the little bit of warmth his clothed body can radiate in the cold office and listen to the loud roar of V6 engines coming from the game. With tightly shut eyes, you try to think of something to distract you but nothing works as your mind parades itself from the feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix, stuffed full.
This was already punishing enough, none of this was painful oh noâit was the complete opposite. But, the pleasure rising up and not having your desires fulfilled was tearing you apart. It was borderline torture.
The stretch makes slick from your pussy drool on his girth, a mess pooling straight down his balls and whenever he would move his feet on the pedals of the simulatorâhis thigh jumps, making you shift on his lap and bounce ever so slightly on his shaft. It has you whining against his ear like a bitch in heat.
Maxâs eyes burn into the screen of his pc after perceiving the sound of your soft whimper and whines against his ear, breath tickling his skin and making it prick up. He always loved any noises that he could pull from you, his possessiveness and ego feeds off it. He's transfixedâentranced by how sweet it sounds. He canât lie, he did miss you. Missed having you close like this, desperate and easily acquiescent for him, your soft voice all breathless and needy.
Just the feeling and connection of you.
He clenched his jaw when your velvet walls fluttered around him, his own self-control was close to snapping. But being an asshole just to spite you seemed more pleasing, he purposely moved his legs more forcefully on the pedals to elicit more of those pretty little cries of pleasure.
Though he completely freezes up the moment he hears you sniffling against his neck, hot tears hitting his shirt seconds after.
Max knows he's been a shit boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit it, so frustrated and harsh while his sole center of attention was on how to be better, better, better with his work that he seemed to forget your own needs. Heâs conflicted at the moment as he thinks about it, infuriated at himself for taking it out on you.
You were trying so hard for him, to be his good girl that you always were despite your own discontentment and bitterness to his treatment towards you. You didnât want to upset him any further even if this was his own doing, it made both his heart stammer and his cock twitch from how kind you are to him. He didn't deserve you.
When you feel that certain jerk inside of you, your one track mind really couldn't stop your lips from speaking once more through your small sniffles. âP-Please Max,â you attempt again with hesitation, lip bitten raw from your constant chewing, âI canât take this much longer.â
His self-restraint finally snaps.
Your ears perk and pick up the sound of him sipping, completely downing the glass of alcohol that was disregarded earlier in one go. He hisses harshly after the burn cascades down his throat with each gulp and then leans forward, muscles flexing slightly as he places the now empty cup on the desk with a soft clunk before turning off the gaming system.
The unexpected silence causes your stomach to twist in a knot, no longer capable of hearing the thunderous engines of formula one carsâjust his ragged breathing and ticking of the clock.
Anticipation nags in the back of your mind, a hundred things running all at once while you sit there pliantly and unmoving, silent tears cascading down your face.
You can't help but think that youâve surely done it this time, youâve pissed him off now havenât you?
âSo ungrateful for all the things I give you, hm?â He eventually speaks amidst the strained quietness. The words he utters out didnât hold any actual malice, voice softer now. His anger giving away to more vulnerability as his hands went to pry your face away from his neck, holding it in his palms gently.
It ached to see you hurt, the pain in your features mirrored in his own heart. His hands trembled subtly while he cradled your soft cheeks, thumbs brushing away the salty tears that fellâtrying to comfort and soothe you, âalways complaining.â
You lean further back slightly to get a better view of his features, seeing a mixture of emotions swirling in his irises.
Pity. Sadness. Longing.
You could feel it with the way he held you with care, you could feel it in the airâthrough his soft breath against your skin. Your own heart tugs a bit when you realize that he was feeling guilty. Guilty for doing this to you, for mistreating you.
âI miss you.â You hiccup whilst his thumbs continue their calming motions on the apple of your cheeks.
He focuses on your pretty face stained with wet tears before brushing some loose strands of hair framing your face, tucking it behind your ear and he couldnât help but marvel at how cute you looked. You were nuzzled into his hands like a kicked little puppyâdoe glassy eyes staring into his own.
Max lets out a shaky breath out his nose when a pout adorns your pretty pink lips, he wants to kiss it away, hear those moans youâd make against him. But first, he really needs to apologize for his negligence.
He coos at your broken voice, torn between his self pity and yearning for your presence even if he didn't deserve the slightest bit of your leniency, ââm right here baby.â His chest continues to sting as your tears increase, the weight of his words hitting you harder than he expected.
He knows that his reassurance has touched a nerve, that you've been longing to hear those words for days. That he was never really gone, he still cared for you the same, just too stubborn about his own emotions. While keeping his tender hold on your face, his gaze never leaves your watery eyes. He wants you to feel his unwavering love, a necessity to put your mind at ease, âlet me kiss you, can I?â
A soft hum coming from your throat and a small nod is enough confirmation for him to pull you into a fulfilling gentle kiss, one that you were familiar with, the kind that you yearned for so severely. The adoration was felt again as he put much effort and devotion behind it. It felt so good being cherished like this again.
With a pleased sigh passing through you, Max tilts his headâremoving one of his hands from your face to hold your nape, intending to deepen the kiss even further. He takes the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips when you part your mouth.
The taste buds on your own wet muscle begin to flood with the flavor of bitter alcohol as it dances and tangles along with his. It was all so, so intoxicating. And he revels at how your lips always manage to be plump and soft, as tasty as he remembered. He mutters against them gently yet firm as he speaks, trying to convey his conflicted feelings, âso sorry my love, âm so sorry.â
He places a few chaste kisses on you before pulling away slightly so he can stare up at you for a moment, his pupils tracing every inch of your naked body. He can't get over how beautiful you look with desire and need whirling in your eyes. His heart stutters again with so much regret when you sniffle and hug his shoulders, pressing closer like you were trying to meld into one.
A small glimmer of light breaks through the storm of emotions when the sound of a sheepish giggle comes from your mouth. The lighthearted noise that heâs grown to love over the years of knowing you filling the tense air. Your saccharine voice overflows his ears with words of forgiveness, too compassionate for your own good. He muses at the fact that even through the stressful and pressuring timesâthe neglect, you were always there to welcome him with open arms.
Max rids the confines of fabric still clinging to his body with a sense of urgency, like a man on a mission to make it up to you. He tosses them to join the pile of your clothes forgotten somewhere on the floor before returning his mouth on you, this time on the column of your neck, peppering it. Starved and parched for you, just as much as you were for him.
His kisses are hot and wet, tongue lapping at your skin while his hands wander over your chest. He can feel you responding to his touches once more, pulse quickening just beneath his fingertips, your breathing coming out in faint gasps.
Small âI love youâs.â tumble from him like a mantra without stopping his focus on your skin. The once pained expression on your face now changed into an alluring one within ticksâcheeks flushed, eyes blown wide, and mouth slightly parted from all the attention.
It only fueled his hunger even more, growing impossibly harder inside of your pussy. âSo fuckinâ pretty, I could stare at you like this forever.â His lips work their way up to your ear, licking the shell of it provokingly, the action has the hair on your arms standing stiffly. Maxâs voice was direct and rough as he whispers, âfuck yourself onto me, go on baby you can move for me now.â
It's like a fire switch has gone off in your brain. At last, you lift yourself up until his flushed pink tip peeks out to the point of almost slipping out and slowly sink back down. Both of your mouths fall open to let out a low satisfied moan in unison. Your eyelids flutter, half-lidded now, barely being kept open with furrowed brows as you gape back at him.
âHaah!ââ your breath gets caught in your throat as he braces his feet on the floor and plunges his hips up to meet yours when you lift yourself again, stuffing his fat cock into your soaking heat in one instantaneous push. Your small hands claw on his shoulders in surprise, leaving red scratch marks on his pale skin.
âBreathe for me babyâŚyeahhhhh just like that. I can see you dripping for me, my needy girl look at youâso fuckinâ wet,â he bites his lip to stifle the guttural moan that threatened to slip at the sight before his eyes, âMissed you so much tooâshit.â
He continues to run his filthy mouth with a vein protruding his neck and stills his hips so you can set your own pace, your walls shuddering around him in response to his all of his words. Whilst you repeat the same action again and again, youâre already not able to formulate a single thought from the mind numbing sensations. Just mentally saturated at being filled to the hilt over and over and over.
âF-fuuuuuck, so good Maxâfeels so good!â
âThatâs it, just focus on feeling good, âm here sâokay. You have me now.â He devours your mouth once more, this time with great fervorâhis tongue exploring every inch of the wet cavern more hastily, tasting every bit of what you can give.
He swallows each and every little sound coming from you, every whimper and whine because of each drag of his length, feeling it reverberating through his mouth down to his chestânow full of warmth and contentment.
Maxâs hands on your breasts continue to squeeze, fondling your mounds until his calloused fingers pinches and rolls your nipples between them to pebble up in the cool air, adding a jolt of pleasure in the mix. The feeling of you taking him inside, the sounds of your sweet gaspsâit drives him insane. He groans deeply, breaking the kiss to have his head fall back against the chair.
Youâre fucking him so good all of his tension and worries are melting away from each roll of your hips. Maybe a little too good that heâs biting the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from ramming into you like a madman.
"Keep using me however you want sweetheart, donât stop âtill you're satisfied,â he mutters, ragged and hoarse.
You can hardly focus, it was too much for you to endure. All you can make out is how good he feels, how his mushroom head hits that spongy spot with the way youâre taking him in so deep at this angle. This is everything you've ached for, so itâs no surprise how easily youâre falling apart so early on along with him. So overly sensitive and responsive to each stroke of his stiff cock, being able to feel every ridge and vein.
The observation of him splitting you open was incredibly arousing to gawk at. Strings of slick connects where the two of you continuously meet, hot and sticky with a translucent white painting the base of his length as you continue to cream around him.
He swears he feels like heâs floating, going absolutely delirious, and itâs obvious with the way he wouldnât shut his mouth. Max always gets this way from the taste and feel of you, itâs like his mind couldn't fathom anything else around him.
âYou're so good baby, so good for me," he praised, palms going to grip at your hips tightly. Heâs clutching you so securely as if he can't bear to let go, leaving crescent shaped indents on your hips from his blunt nails. "You love this, you love being filled up by me, don't you?"
âY-Yes, Max," you moan out needily, your own fingers digging into his shoulders, "I love it so much. Mnnhâso big.â
His grip on your hips tightens as he tries to hold back, to prolong the need to just pound into you, his breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. The sound of wet plaps! from skin slapping against each other fills the office walls when you move a little fasterâair thickening around you further with the smell of sex. His brain clouds, losing himself in the pleasure you bring upon him. He can feel his willpower slowly giving way to his desire and need for you, but he wants you to have this.
The view of you riding him and your sweet whimpers was making it harder for him to control himself. He shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw to focus on not coming so quickly, âYou're so tight, so perfect. Canât even fuckinââhah! Can hardly think straight.â
He makes it a point to hold out for you, so you can come at the same time just how he always likes. But you whine and suddenly stop, legs starting to strain. The vulgarity of his words, the sensations, it was all getting too overwhelming.
Max groans at the loss of pleasure, reopening his eyes to look at your flushed disheartened face, âWhat's wrong baby?â
âNeed you,â you whine frustratedly and press your forehead against his, swapping breaths as you both pant, âI canâtâŚâ
"Need my help?" He grabs your hands to place it behind you so you can grasp at the steering wheel, this allows you more leverage and support to bounce on him, âLean back and hold onto this sweetheart, hold on tightly.â
For extra measure he snakes a strong arm around your back, holding your waist sturdily as he helps guide you to fucking him more harshly now.
âOh f-fuck! Youâre s-so deep!â You tip your head back, bearing your hickey covered neck to him. He almost came from the sight alone, a low groan bullying itâs way out of his mouth.
âYeah? Thatâs better isnât it baby?â He asks, his voice soft but thereâs a clear hint of teasing, a playful mocking in his tone. Though his voice is finally starting to waver, all of it sends him into overdrive as he draws close to bursting at the seams. His fingers from his free hand tease the skin of your inner thigh, making your hips stutter slightly. âOooh, s-shit just felt you squeeze around me, you like that?â
âNo teasing Max,â you whine and cinch your brows together, looking back at him with a small scowl but it looks more of a pout in his eyes, âtouch me please.â
âDemanding now are we?â Deciding to not be mean anymore than he already has been tonight because of how precious you lookedâhe licks the calloused pad of his thumb and presses it harshly against your clit, neglected and swollen. He circles it, spreading his spit and your wetness slowly. You shriek at the added stimulation and grip the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turn white.
âMy good girl, my everything, all I ever need.â Heâs babbling again when your pussy clamps down on him at the praise. Both of your brains seemingly go fuzzy yet in tune with one another, only thinking of one thing and itâs that sweet release.
With each moan from you, a sharp groan and grunt comes from him. His own hips begin to move with you again, no longer capable of keeping still, his thrusts matching each lift of your body. The pleasure builds and builds, becoming almost unbearable.
âSo. Fucking. Good.â He punctuated his words with each buck, becoming more sloppy as time goes onâhanging so dangerously close to the edge. And he knew that you were almost there too, he could feel it in the way you were moving against him desperately, clenching and shaking around him. "You're close, aren't you, baby?"
Incoherent babbles of yes's and pleas were all you can respond with. Each drive of his hips were now constricted because of how hard you squeezed around him, your walls pulsing like a vice as your body goes taut.
He didn't stop, couldn't stop, he needed you too badly, needed to feel you as you fell apart for him, all because of him. His thumb rubs more vigorously against your bundle of nerves to heighten the pressure in your core, ready to burst at any given moment.
âY-Yeah I know I'm right there with you, come on baby,â he urges and leans forward, licking and speaking against your ear, knowing that itâll drive you even closer to your peak, âI want you to come for meâcome with me.â
Your vision begins to blur, nerves on fire as you can only focus on the blissful pleasure. The moans coming out of you now louder and more high-pitched as you chase for your orgasm. He angles his hips and snaps up into you harder, now hitting your sweet spot more incessantly. You suddenly go quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come around him in a silent scream.
âHoly shit, gooooood fucking girl,â his concentration switches to pure ecstasy when he watches you shake atop of him, he can feel everythingâevery muscle and contraction around him, it was enough for the heat burning in his abdomen to explode along with you. The base of his cock throbs as spurts of cum shoots inside of you while a guttural moan rumbles deep within his throat.
His thrusts begin faltering as he tries to coax the most of your orgasm out of you, pushing his cum further into you as much as he can until the fat head of his tip burns in overstimulation.
You collapse onto his chest blissed out and limp when you finally come down from your high. Completely fulfilled again as he hugs you to his sticky body, not caring to pull out, keeping you plugged full of his cum. His chest heaves against your head, rising and falling almost like a soothing lullaby, sitting there and just listening to each others heavy breathing.
âIâm sorry again my love,â he speaks after a while of calming quiteness.
âShhh donât talk about it anymore,â you chide playfully, resting your chin on his chest to stare up at him, âjust donât ignore me like that again.â
âOh I donât plan on it.â
The familiarity of your bond re-emerges. The tension and hurt from earlier is entirely gone, replaced by a sense of comfort and ease with you lax in his arms. His eyes drinks in the sight of you with a content smile plastered on his face. Heâll have to book a getaway for the rest of his winter break and take you over and over to make up for lost time.
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Blurb - Leah/reader either watching a football or rugby game with her family but youâre Scottish so Leah keeps winding you up. Then Scotland win & reader has the last laugh đ´ó §ó ˘ó łó Łó ´ó ż
ngl this was quite painful for me to write as i am, in fact, not scottish⌠but here we are
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The living room smells like beer, crisps, and something your mum burned in the kitchen that she swears is still edible. Leahâs sitting on the sofa, surrounded by your family, smug as anything in an oversized England rugby shirt. Youâre in your Scotland top, arms crossed, already regretting inviting her to this.
âBit optimistic, isnât it?â she says, nodding at your jersey.
âItâs called patriotism,â you reply, grabbing a handful of crisps.
âItâs called wishful thinking,â she counters, her grin widening as your brother laughs a little too loudly from his armchair. Traitor.
The match kicks off, and Leah is immediately insufferable. Sheâs shouting advice at the England players like they can hear her, arms flailing dramatically every time someone misses a tackle.
âTextbook,â she says smugly after England score the first try, reclining back like sheâs the one who orchestrated it.
âLucky,â you mutter, refusing to meet her eyes.
âNot luck, babe,â she says, leaning in close enough that you can smell her shampoo. âSkillâ
Your mum, ever the diplomat, asks Leah if she wants another drink. You silently beg her not to, but itâs no use. Leahâs now fuelled by lager and her own self-satisfaction.
When Scotland finally score a try, you leap off the sofa, fists in the air.
Leah doesnât even flinch. âOh, calm down. One try doesnât make a match.â
âItâs one more than you expected,â you fire back, flopping onto the sofa with an unnecessary amount of bounce just to jostle her.
The game gets tenseâfumbles, penalties, a couple of dodgy referee decisions that your dad wonât stop ranting about. Leahâs still giving you grief, muttering under her breath every time England get possession.
âYouâre awfully quiet,â she says at one point, smirking.
âJust waiting for the right moment,â you reply, not looking away from the screen.
And then it happens. Scotland break through the England defence with a clean, beautiful run. Itâs poetry in motion, a sight to behold. Your brother yells. Your dad claps so hard you think he might dislocate something.
You? You turn to Leah, grinning like a maniac. âWhat was that about wishful thinking?â
She doesnât answer, staring at the screen in disbelief as the Scots pile on top of each other in celebration.
âOh, whatâs wrong, babe?â you say, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. âNot as confident now, are we?â
She scowls but doesnât rise to the bait, which only makes your victory sweeter.
When the final whistle blows, signalling Scotlandâs win, youâre on your feet again, yelling like youâve personally won the Six Nations. Leah stays seated, arms crossed, sulking in a way thatâs almost cute.
âGood game,â your dad says, clapping her on the shoulder as he heads to the kitchen. âBetter luck next timeâ
Leah shoots you a look as if to say traitor, but you just grin.
âCheer up,â you say, plopping down beside her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. âThereâs always next yearâ
âDonât,â she warns, but thereâs no real venom in it.
You kiss her cheek, the tiniest bit smug. âLove youâ
âMm-hmm,â she mutters, stealing the remote and putting on Match of the Day.
Itâs not a total loss for herâshe did manage to polish off most of the crispsâbut you savour every second of her pout. Victory tastes better when itâs Scotlandâs.
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Family is More Than Blood Masterlist
Summary: The tide is pulling you in and you are getting to weak to stop it.
Warnings: bad mental health, implied suicidal thoughts, implied past abuse, therapy, Sam is a good guy, non-sexual nudity.
Relationships: Carol x Reader, Yelena x Natasha x reader (platonic)
Word Count: 3.6k
The pacing was the only thing keeping you grounded. So you paced: 5 steps in one direction, then five steps in the other. Everything around you turned to white noise. Not that there were many people in the Avengerâs compound. The world seemed to be holding on by a thread as fires spread across the globe. The only people that could put out those fires were the Avengers. The team was spread worldwide, and since you werenât part of the team, you couldnât know the specifics. You had half the mind to hack into FRIDAY to get updated everyone. With the stress of not knowing how the team was doing, combined with the sleepless nights due to nightmares, you were on edge.
It seemed your mind and body had enough. You were at your witâs end. Each night, your mind creates horrific scenarios of those you love. Your hands were covered with so much blood. Your mind was having a hard time separating your nightmare and reality.
Usually, you would ignore it, push through, and hope your mind would figure itself out. That was past you, and you were trying to be better. You wanted to enjoy the life you were living with the people in it, but you werenât sure if you could do it on your own.
But admitting you needed help was a weakness, and a weakness meant death. Honestly, you were proud of yourself. The person you were now was leaps and bounds from who you were in the Red Room. Still, these habits were hard to break. His voice was still engraved in your head. âHey,â you jumped at the sudden voice and the hand on your shoulder. You put your hands up, ready to fight. âSorry,â it was Sam. âI didnât mean to scare you. You seemed lost in your own head.â
âYeah,â you put your hands down. âSorry, I havenât been sleeping well.â His eyes scanned you over.
âDo you want to get out of the compound?â
âPlease,â you said. If you werenât so desperate for a distraction, you would have hated how weak you sounded. Sam smiled, and you followed him to the garage. The silence was comforting. Sam was special. His presence was calming, like a lifeboat in a raging storm at sea.
As he drove away from the compound past the small nearby town, he turned down a nonpaved road. You raised a questioning eyebrow. âAre you taking me out here to kill me?â The man rolled his eyes.
âPlease, like I could kill you,â he teased, sparing you a glance before focusing back on the road. âAnd if I managed to kill you. Natasha, Yelena, Alexei, Carol, and Melina would be on my ass. Nooo, thank you,â he paused. âI would never know peace.â You rolled your eyes.
Finally, he parked in a small lot. There was only one other car. You followed him out of the car and took a deep breath in. The air was crisp. It felt cleaner somehow. âReady for a hike?â
âAre you going to be able to keep up?â The man glared at you.
âI donât know why I try to be nice to you, Black Widows.â You chuckled.
âCome on, Sam,â you smiled. âIâm following your lead.â You followed him to the start of the trail. He filled the silence with stories from his childhood and his family in New Orleans. But most of the walk was spent in silence besides the crunch of the leaves and sticks at your feet. With each step you took, the weight on your shoulder seemed to disappear.
You smiled at the couple who walked past you on their way to the car. Soon enough, you reached the end of the trail and at the top of the mountain. The scenery around you felt otherworldly. The air was crisp and cool. In one direction, you could see the other mountains part of the range surrounded by green trees.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sky was a vast and brilliant blue. Birds were flying at your level. There was a beauty at the top that you forgot existed in this world. âSo,â you looked at Sam. âWanna talk about why you were pacing a hole in the ground?â You smiled and sat down on a rock.
âI donât know, Sam,â you said. Some days, I feel like I have it together, like there isnât this crushing weight, but recently, I feel like I can barely hold my head above the water. " You picked up a stone and threw it up and down. The tide keeps trying to drag me under, and Iâm afraid. " You let the stone drop back to the ground. I might stop fighting so it can take me out to sea.â
There were so many dark thoughts that echoed inside your mind. On certain days, listening to those thoughts seemed easier than fighting them. âAnd I know,â you continued before Sam could speak. âThat I have so many people on my side that support me and count on me, but I am so fucking tired,â you squeezed your eyes shut. âI just want it all to stop.â You admitted. âI mean, the world will keep spinning, right? Even if Iâm no longer in it.â
You heard the man let out a low hiss. You werenât suicidal, but it seemed easier. âOurs would stop,â Sam finally said. âOur world would stop spinning.â You reopened your eyes to see Sam walking towards the edge. âHave you ever been sky diving?â He looked over his shoulder as you shook your head. âI should take you,â he looked back at the view. âIt is the most freeing and adrenaline-pumping thing a person could do. I love it.â
You stood up slowly and walked to stand next to the man. âIâve been on a roller coaster, does that count?â He slapped you playfully. âWhy did you ask me that?â
âIn sky diving or even for us Fly Boys on the team, you have to have complete trust in the people that you donât necessarily see,â you frowned, a little confused. You have to trust the pilot, trust the instructor leading the pilot, and trust the people who packed your gear that they did it correctly. Blind trust is terrifying,â he said and touched your shoulder.
Trust. So much of your trust has been broken. âDo you trust me?â He asked.
âYes,â you answered. The man smiled.
âThen trust me when I say this,â he took a few deep breaths. âI think you need to see a therapist, and I can find you a good one.â
âNo,â you pushed his hand off your shoulder and headed back down the trail.
âWait, ugh, hold on,â you heard him quicken his pace to catch up to you. âLook, I canât imagine what that sick bastard put you and your sisters through, but Iâve lost someone because they couldnât fight the tide. I will not stand by and watch it happen to you,â His confession stopped you and turned around to face him. âAn old service buddy of mine,â he answered the question before you asked. âThe weight of what happened over there got too much, and he let himself drown.â He took a few steps closer to you. âMy mama said every soul that touches us leaves a mark - some as gentle whispers or bold strokes - but their imprints remain even when theyâre gone. Youâve shaped our lives by being in it, and there is no going back.â You felt your chest tighten. Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips and looked at the ground.
âI trust you to find me a good one, Samuel,â the man laughed and put his arm around your shoulder.
âIf I find you a good one, can I push you out of a plane?â
*
It was to disguise your trip to the city to check on a few Widows who had recently been exposed to the red dust. You felt bad about telling a white lie, so you visited a few of them; one was going to school, and another was starting a business. It made you happy that they were getting out of this life.
Now, you were sitting in Dr. Sabrina Haleâs lobby. Your leg was shaking, and you were gripping your jeans. You felt like you were going to be sick. Anxiety swirled in your stomach. Like Sam, you needed to believe in the blind trust of this stranger. âHi,â you looked at the doctor. The woman was pite - her black hair was cut shoulder length, and her blue eyes seemed to have a caring presence. âMy name is Sabrina. It is nice to meet a friend of Samâs.â You introduced yourself and shook her hand. âPlease come in.â You followed her into the office.
Her office was much bigger than you expected. It had a large window overlooking the city, and her wooden desk was in front of it. Next to it was a couch with a chair. In the corner, there was a small table with chairs covered with coloring pages and art supplies. The most striking detail about her office was how decorated it was. There were plants in every corner and pictures on the wall documenting her travels and her family.
âSit where you are comfortable,â you sat on the couch. âDo you want something to drink?â
âNo, thank you,â she grabbed a travel mug from her desk and sat in the chair beside you.
âI will start off this session by saying that everything you say here is protected by doctor-patient confidentiality,â she said, crossing her left leg over her right.
âAnd if I donât say anything?â Sabrina shrugged.
âThen we stare at each other for an hour in silence. Regardless, I still get paid,â you let out a dry laugh and stared out her window. âSam told me you work with the Avengers, so I can guess whatever is haunting you isnât pretty,â you scuffed, folded your hands, and rested your forearms on your thighs. âI tell my patients that you get out of therapy based on what you put into it. You need to want to be here. You want to get better.â Sighing, you stared at her.
She had a small smile on her face. Her eyes were so kind; they seemed to stare into your soul. âDo have any siblings? I have an older brother and a younger sister.â She was the middle child, and that made sense. Middle children were known to struggle with a sense of identity. Every piece of decoration showed you a piece of who Sabrina is. They also were known to rebel - her nose ring and sleeve of tattoos gave her away. But you snapped out of that. Sabrina was here to help you. She was not your target.
âYeah, I have two younger sisters,â you smiled. âWe arenât related by blood.â
âFamily is family,â she said. âBlood doesnât matter.â You nodded and felt better that she had the same viewpoint as you. âWho annoys you the most?â
âExcuse me?â You were shocked by the question. Sabrina laughed.
âCome on. You are the older sister; your younger siblings must annoy you.â You chuckled and leaned back on the couch. She was right. It got on your nerves when Natasha left her pointee shoes lying around. Yelena had the annoying habit of putting her dirty laundry with yours so you would do it. You smiled again.
âThey both do things that get on my nerves, but I love them.â
âI love mine too,â she said. âWe got these tattoos together.â She turned her arm over to show you the artwork forever marked on her skin. It was like the work of three birds on a branch.
âDid it hurt?â You questioned. âThe sleeve, I mean.â She watched as you looked over your sleeve.
âThe first one did,â she answered. âAfter so many, you get numb to the pain.â Her blue eyes were watching you closely. Missing how your body tensed at the comment was not hard for her. âAre you numb to it all? After everything youâve been through.â
You were unsure how to answer because you werenât numb. You felt everything. Every hand that hurt you. Every bullet and knife slash that pierced your skin. That was why you wanted it all to stop. You shook your head. âI feel it all,â you whispered. âI wish I was numb to it all.â
âItâs good that you are feeling,â she told you. It means you can still be pulled back. You can be saved. The question is,â You watched her stand up and walk over to the mini-fridge. She grabbed out a small water bottle and walked back to you. âDo you want to be saved?â she asked while handing you the bottle.
She was extending an olive branch, waiting for you to take the first stepâblind trust. Like sky diving, you needed to trust that everyone did their job to ensure you would survive. You wanted to be saved because there was so much life you wanted to see. You took the water bottle. Sabrina smiled and sat back down. âGood, the ball is in your court,â she said. âLead me in whatever direction you want.â
*
âIâm going for a run,â you said while you entered the common area. Yelena watched you grab water from the fridge. âIâll be back.â
âDo you want a running partner?â Natasha asked, but you quickly shook your head.
âIt will be quick,â you smiled. âFigure out what you guys want to do for dinner.â You called out before putting on your headphones and left out the side door. Yelena frowned as you left. Twice a week, you leave the compound and go on a run. You went alone every time, no matter who asked you to join. Natasha walked over to the window, and Yelena got up from the couch to join her.
âSheâs hiding something,â Natasha said. Yelena nodded in agreement.
âDo you think sheâs cheating on Carol?â
âGod no,â Natasha shot that idea down. âI just wish she trusted enough not to have to hide.â There was no way to hide the hurt in Natashaâs voice.
âSheâll come around,â Yelena smiled. âShe always does.â
*
âStill hiding away, I see,â you rolled your eyes. You were video chatting with Sabrina for your weekly season. Your back rested on the tree trunk while you sat on the forest floor. There was a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from your run. âWhy donât you trust them with this?â
âI do trust them,â you defended. âI just-â you trailed off. It was one of the annoying things about Sabrina. She was patient - too patient for your fucked up mind. âI donât want to seem weak.â
âAdmitting you need someone to help you through your mind does not make you weak,â she told you. âI think it makes a person very strong.â You sighed and looked past your phone to the wilderness around you. âTrust is a thread that holds relationships together,â you looked back at Sabrina. The doctor was drawing in her sketchbook. It was something she always did during your sessions. You never asked what she was drawing, and she never showed it to you. She put the sketchbook down when she saw that you were looking at her. âWhen it frays, even those who care the most are left powerless to help. Doubting those who care for you builds walls, not of protection, and in the end, loneliness becomes your only certainty.â
âWhat are you getting at Hall?â You asked. The doctor was spinning a pencil in her hand.
âYou are at a standstill,â she said. âYou will not continue to heal unless you trust them with this side of you. But also trust yourself.â
âI do trust myself,â she looked at you like she did not believe you. The only way to survive in this world was to trust yourself.
âTo an extent, yes, you had to trust yourself because who else would you trust? But I want you to trust yourself to be vulnerable and to feel weakness. You do not have to be the strong one all the time.â
*
Natashaâs door was open when you knocked on it. Yelena was on her bed while they were sharpening some of their knives. âAre you going to throw one of those at me?â
âDo you deserve to have a knife thrown at you?â Natasha questioned. You shrugged.
âDepends on who you ask,â you smiled and walked into her room. You found some space on her bed and sat down. Yelena handed you a knife and a sharpening tool.
The repetitive action of sharpening a blade was calming. It was nice to spend time with them. âDo you have something on your mind, sestra?â Yelena asked. You smiled and looked over the knife. Flipping it over, you stared at your reflection.
âSam helped me find a therapist,â you decided to rip off the band-aid. âIâve been seeing her for a few weeks now.â
âThatâs great,â Yelena said. âIâm so proud of you.â You looked down, embarrassed by the praise.
âWhy did you wait this long to tell us?â Natasha asked. You sighed and, when you were done, handed the knife to Yelena.
âMillion-dollar question, right?â Natasha chuckled. âI guess I didnât want to seem weak to you guys. Hell, not even Carol knows.â You picked up another knife to begin the process again. âI trust the two of you with my life,â you began. âBut Iâve learned that I donât trust myself to be vulnerable or weak. If Iâm not the strong one, then what is my role? What is my purpose.â Natasha took your hand to stop you from sharpening the knife.
âYou just have to be our sister,â she said. âThatâs all we want.â You smiled.
âSometimes I wish life was kinder to us,â you admitted. âWe were far too young to be subjected to the darkness.â
âWe got each other out of it,â Yelena smiled.
âThe best thing to come out of the Red Room,â you joked.
*
You stayed awake until Carol returned from space. âJesus,â she jumped when she opened the door to her room. âYou scared the shit out of me.â You giggled and stood up from her bed.
âSorry,â you smiled and closed the distance. âI wanted to surprise you.â
âWell, consider me surprised,â she said, wrapping one arm around your waist while closing the door with the other. She pulled you flushed to her chest. âHi baby,â you felt the words rumble from her chest. I missed you.â
âMissed you too,â you kissed her cheek. âHow was space?â
âGood,â she sighed. âTiring, but I kicked ass and looked good while doing it.â You shook your head with a laugh.
âYou always look good,â she covered her mouth as she yawned. âCome on, my captain, letâs get you to bed.â Carol shook her head.
âShower with me first, then bed,â she kissed you softly. âI promise to behave.â
That was hard to believe, but you followed her to the bathroom. This type of intimacy and trust was new to you. Showering with someone was never slow and sweet. It was usually against your will, dirty, and fast. Carol taught you differently.
You helped Carol out of her tactical suit and kissed the new bruises that decorated her skin. While the water was warming up, she helped you out of your sleeping clothes. You stood in front of herânaked like the day you were born. It took time for you to be like this with her. The dark thoughts that invaded your mind and the scars that covered your skin made you believe you were undeserving of this soft trust.
You helped Carol out of her tactical suit and kissed the new bruises that decorated her skin. While the water was warming up, she helped you out of your sleeping clothes. You stood in front of her - naked like the day you were born. It took time for you to be like this with her. The dark thoughts that invaded your mind and the scars that covered your skin made you believe you were undeserving of this soft trust.
âKrasivyy (beautiful),â Carol mumbled. The words she knew in Russian were few, but she knew the ones that made you smile.
âNo funny business,â you warned, pulling the Avenger into the water. She insisted on washing your hair first. The way her fingers massaged into your scalp made your body feel boneless. Once your hair and body were clean, you returned to the favor.
Carol hummed. âYou have magic fingers, baby girl.â You chuckled and kissed her shoulder.
Once the soap washed off Carolâs body, you turned off the water and dried yourself off. You took some of Carolâs clothes to change into and climbed into bed. Instantly, Carol pulled you into her arms. Like with your sisters, you decided to rip the band-aid off. âIâm seeing a therapist,â you said. Sam found me one based in the city.â She put her finger underneath your chin and forced you to look at her.
âDo you like her?â You nodded. You liked Sabrina. She was annoying and got underneath your skin, but she forced you to face the hard parts of your psyche. âProud of you, baby,â she kissed your forehead and hugged you tighter. Her fingers ran through your hair, bringing you closer and closer to sleep.
Carol was proud of you, as were Natasha and Yelena. It felt good to hear. âI love you,â you mumbled against Carolâs chest. The tide was all-consuming. You felt breathless and weak, but you were working on fighting the waves. You were proud of yourself, too.
#carol danvers x reader#carol danvers x you#carol danvers x y/n#yelena belova x you#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x y/n#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x y/n#yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader
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Suguru couldnât remember exactly how the situation he was currently in came about. He doesnât remember much in the rush of piling into the car as Yaga goes over the music show they are supposed attend. It was all a blur of movement, pushing each other to go faster or pulling someone along thatâs dawdling or telling someone to go faster. So, trying to pinpoint the exact moment Satoru had sprawled onto Suguruâs lap and curled up against his stomach then promptly fell asleep, was very hard indeed.
Suguru had the decision of dislodge Satoru from his person or just letting him continue to curl up into him. Though, anyone that knew Suguru already knew what that decision was. He wasnât going to wake up Satoru. They barely got enough sleep as it is so a nap here or there was always welcomed. Besides that, though, Suguru enjoyed Satoru pressed up against him. It was so innocent that it didnât matter if anyone saw them.
Suguru looks down at Satoruâs peaceful face, features relaxed and lips parted slightly taking in tiny breaths. Sleeping-Satoru was always so calm and quiet, much unlike his normal loud outbursts, constant talking and almost endless energy. As much as he loved Satoruâs normal personality, the other singer was just so endearing to him, he coveted moments like these where they both seemed in their own little piece of serenity.
The leader gently sweeps white bangs away from Satoruâs forehead, his fingers threading through the soft strands. Satoru makes a soft noise, shifting a little bit closer. Suguru canât help but smile, Satoru looked so /cute/.
The car comes to a halt and Yage informs them theyâve arrived, it jostles Satoru, and the older singer blue eyes blink open sleepily, seeming disoriented as he looks around slowly. A half-awake Satoru looks up at Suguru and gives him a warm smile before sitting up, stretching with a small yawn. Suguru watches as the other singer stretches like a cat before he pats Suguru on the knee and climbs out of the van behind Nanami.
Suguru sits there for a few minutes, wishing that that moment of Satoru curled up on his lap lasted a little bit longer. As he climbs out of the van, he notices there arenât any fans around. They must be really late if all their fans left already. Satoru stands off to the side, rubbing his eyes trying to wake up. He looks a little disoriented and Suguru thinks he looks cute again.
Calm, sleepy Satoru leaves instantly the moment Yaga comes up behind him and slaps him on the back.
âCome on, Gojo. Wake up!â Yagaâs voice is loud and gruff, jarring Satoru out of his half-awake state. Yaga continues on to where Haibara is yawning into his scarf, he pats Haibaraâs head as he reminds him not to yawn in front of the camera because it is unprofessional. Suguru watches Satoru roll his eyes at the blatant favoritism.
Yage proceeds to hurry them all inside, rambling about how late they are already as he ushers Nanami and Haibara in. Suguru shifts his backpack onto both of his shoulders and starts after his bandmates. As he passes Satoru, the older singer grabs Suguruâs bag tugging it back as the dancer walks forward. Suguru yelps slightly as he stumbles back at the pulling force. He quickly regains his balance and turns to look at Satoru, who quickly puts on his black mask to hide the smirk that clearly adorns his lips.
âYouâre clumsy for a dancer,â Satoru says, his teasing voice slightly muffled from the mask on his face. Suguru can easily see the mischief glittering in the singerâs eyes. Suguru canât even bring himself to be mad. They did this dumb shit together all the time but, for some reason, Suguru felt fonder than anything else.
âYouâre so cute.â The leader gives Satoru a smile and pats him on the cheek. He turns to make his way after the others after his hand falls away from Satoruâs face. The older singer sputters after him, scurrying to catch up to his bandmate.
âThat didnât sound like you were teasing me.â His voice is whiny and heâs pouting. âCute,â Suguru thinks. Seems like it was becoming a trend today.
âBecause I wasnât.â Suguru says so genuinely that it stuns Satoru into silence. He keeps quiet the rest of the day. When Haibara asked what was wrong with him, Satoru merely gave Suguru a quick glance. Later, Nanami corners Suguru and tells him that whatever he did, do it again because the silence was blissful.
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Why Vlad and Ji Ho wear the same sleeping shirts Extended Version - Part 2 Part 1 is -> here
Jack: "My last hope for the washer dilemma was Saiwa. He was running the Strawberry Cake Fashion online store together with Noxee and he had to know how to - cheaply - replace Vlad's clothes (and some of his too...). So I told him the whole story..."
Jack: "Sai stilled in his movements for a few seconds. Stunned - staring into nowhere. Trying to process. Then he said: 'RUN!' and I ran. Sai chased me around a bit, as always. We got a bit of fresh air, cleared our heads and eventually he got tired, calmed down and we went back."
Jack: "He sat again, hissed and vented on a bit about how exhausting it was not being able to let me do the easiest stuff without worrying I would burn the house down. I just let him because that's just how he deals with stuff."
Sai got sad when he thought of the old days: "I know I shouldn't have been mad and yelled at you, it's not your fault you're like this." Jack hugged Sai: "Don't worry, hm? Those were hard times we went through, and you were busy with all your jobs and stuff. I know you don't mean it."
Jack went on with the story: "And since he'd missed so much work that had to be done while chasing me around and having to deal with my chaos, Sai just sent me the link to the site where he usually ordered the clothes for their store so I could look for some cheap replacements for the clothes I'd destroyed. Vlad's trousers and dress shirts weren't that cheap and I'd almost used up our budget. Luckily for me, Sai refused to get his destroyed clothes replaced and I found a whole pack of black sleeping shirts at a stunning discount. I asked Sai if he'd be ok with us wearing all the same shirts, and even though he was picky about his clothes, he said no one's going to see us anyway at night and plain black shirts are just fine and I should go for it. And then I clicked the button..."
Jack: "The clothes I'd ordered took a while to get delivered and the next days had been busy with Ji Ho moving in and hiding Vlad and him from each other (because we'd had a tiny little misunderstanding Ăś.Ă'). But finally the parcels were there! Vlad's pants and dress shirts were fine, just like ordered. But the sleeping shirts... Sai took one look at them and was sure Vlad would freak out and never wear them. And we couldn't send them back since it was a remaining stock - excluded from exchange. Poor Sai cursed himself because he didn't check back my order even though he knew he shouldn't let me do stuff all by myself..."
Jack: "Sai was at the end of his wits: Sai: 'We have no money left to order other ones. What are we supposed to do? Vlad is going to kill us!' "
Vlad didn't like where this was going but he didn't interrupt. This whole rambling was already going on for much too long - and he finally wanted to hear the end of it.
to be continued...
'My baby may not be rich He's watchin' every dime But he loves me, loves me, loves me We always have a real good time And maybe he sings off key But that's alright by me, yeah
'Cause what he does, he does so well Makes me wanna yell
Let's hear it for the boy Ah, let's give the boy a hand Let's hear it for my baby You know you gotta understand Oh, maybe he's no Romeo But he's my lovin' one-man show Oh, whoa-oa-oa Let's hear it for the boy'
Let's hear it for the Boy - Deniece Williams (I imagine Noxee and Jack in the MV ^^') OST from Footloose
From the Beginning đą Underwater Love đąÂ Latest
Current Chapter: starts âśď¸ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning âśď¸ here
đ Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29
#underwater love#Piglets in Space#jack callahan#vlad tepesz#kiyoshi ito#giga byte#skully#run jack#jack's blanket#goats#vladimir tepesz#saiwa#Great A'Tuin II#jeb harris#woo ji ho#simlit#sims 4 story#sims story#malfoy#the sims 4#simblr#sims 4#ts4 story#ts4
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Space for a third?
Logan Howlett X male reader X Ororo Munroe
â ď¸ yet again, it turned out way longer than intended so I split it in two, and besides the start of this there's no porn all of the good stuff is in pt2, cursing, eating out, thirdwheelâ ď¸
đ¨ Minors and girls do not interact đ¨
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"Logan" Ororo moans. The wolfish man smirks as he licks up every drop of slick that keeps pooling between Storm's legs. She's so close to the climax but the moment is ruined by a loud knock on the door.
"Hey guys! Open up it's movie night!" Y/n's voice called out from behind the door.
Logan and Ororo both facepalm. They forgot it's movie night. They quickly scattered their clothes and cleaned themselves up. They try to fix their hair before unlocking the door.
Y/n can't see them anyway. His view was blocked by a mountain of snacks and drinks.
The third wheel makes his way Into the room and drops everything onto the bed. "Bought your guy's favourite." He said proudly.
The moment his vision is clear he sees the flustered expressions on both Logan and Ororo. It'd be harder to tell because Ororo's dark skin hides any sigh of blushing. But he's not dumb. He can smell not only the hormones but also the smell of sex in the room.
And with the way Logan's hair isn't in his usual kitty ears style is also a good hint. But he acts dumb nonetheless. Somewhat.
"You guys playing hairdressers?" He jokes. The lovers look at each other embarrassed before brushing it off and digging through the snacks and drinks to distract themselves while y/n Scrolls through netflix.
"Feels like netflix took off every good movie what do we want to watch?" He asks as he looks at the two flushes faces. "Honestly anything comedic." Ororo suggests. Logan nods in agreement.
They both know y/n is the one who's more into comedy than them so they use that as a way to distract him because god knows how long it'll take him to decide.
It's always like that when the two lovers want to distract y/n for a bit. It's always hard to decide. Adam Sandler? Jim Carey? Jackie Chan? But in the end if they're using netflix and are really lazy to pirate they end up watching white chicks.
"Okay so I didn't show you guys this one yet but it's finally on netflix." The lovers are snapped out of their thoughts by y/n's sudden jump in the bed and the TV playing. That was only like a minute of him searching? He wasn't distracted like always. What's happening. They had zero time to calm down and collect their thoughts and put together their emotions.
That's what Logan's and Ororo's minds would sound like if you could hear them.
The third wheel is oblivious to that. He's already opening a bag of nachos as he watches Adam Sandler play another bad character. Aka, Zohan.
Ororo cuddles into Logan as she eats her reassess pieces while Logan wraps his arm around her shoulders and sips his beer.
They all focus on the TV and the movie. Y/n feels bad. He does. For multiple reasons.
One, he interrupted their sex time.
Two, it's not the first time he's done it but most of the time he does it on purpose. Who doesn't love interrupting couples when they're about to kiss?
Three, he feels bad for dragging them. For ruining their moments.
Four, he feels bad because he doesn't feel bad. It's their fault they don't set boundaries and say no.
Five, he feels bad because he's so fucking jealous. But not in the "oh my god I want a boyfriend/girlfriend so bad don't show off in front of me" way. Jealous in the "oh my god I wish I could kiss Ororo too" or "oh my god i Wish i could run my fingers through Logan's chest hair too" ways.
Like right now. They way they're holding each other. The way they steal pecks and hold each other's thighs. None of it goes unnoticed by y/n but he keeps playing dumb.
He uses the now empty bag of nachos as a bin bag and puts in the reassess paper and plastic. He looks at the pile of snacks. Usually he'd jump for the next snack immediately but not today. He focuses on the TV again.
Logan and Ororo look at each other worried. Ororo pulls back from Logan and grabs the other man to pull him closer.
"Wha-" Y/n is about to question what she's doing but the moment he's settled between storms legs, her chest against his chest, her arms around his chest, he feels like a teddy bear. He shuts up and focuses on the TV.
Logan puts his arm around Ororo's shoulders again. He doesn't question his girlfriend's actions. They've talked about having y/n join them. Into a poly relationship. But They're yet to talk to him about it.
They're not really sure if y/n would want it because whenever relationships are brought up he always brushes it off and says something like, I don't need it, relationships are overrated.
But maybe little hints of baby steps might tell if he wants it or not? So far, he seems happy in Ororo's arms.
They watch the TV for a bit before y/n speaks up for the first time since he got here. Which they also realise just now. He's always talkative even during a movie.
"He's about to fuck his mom." Y/n said as he leaned away from Ororo to get some snacks. The lovers laugh in surprise thinking he's just joking but suddenly they hear a bed hitting against a wall from the TV. They look at the screen in surprise as Zohan fucks his friends mom that's letting him live with them.
Y/n leans back getting comfortable in storms arms again as he eats his peanut mnms. His face is so nonchalant as he watches the TV.
"Sometimes I question your taste in movies" Logan jokes. They all laugh.
"Alright next movie you chose." Y/n teased. "Deal." Logan grins.
Current movie ends and now it's Logan's turn to pick.
Ororo and y/n both groan when they see predator pop up on the screen.
"What? It's a classic!" Logan said with defence. Of course it's a classic but y/n and ororo don't like action movies. Not as much as Logan anyway. They don't like them because they get enough action as X-Men they don't need to see a movie about it.
But they let the movie play nonetheless because they know Logan loves these.
They all sit cuddled together watching the movie. Ororo zones out and plays with y/n's hair. The said man closes his eyes and leans into the delicate fingers.
He fights the groan that wants to escape his lips so he doesn't interrupt Logan's deep focus on the movie.
Y/n wants to feel those hands in different places. Stop. He mentally cursed at himself for thinking such things. He tries to focus on the movie. But his hands move on their own and rest on storms things. She gasps quietly and looks at y/n's hands on her thighs.
They just rest there, from time to time his fingers trace the flesh beneath her clothes but she tries to stay still.
Eventually the movie ends and it's Ororo's turn to pick. Y/n removes his hands from her thighs before Logan can notice.
Both men search through the remaining snacks while the lady looks for a movie.
Eventually the familiar tone of beauty and the beast plays through the movie. The guys chuckle.
"Honestly I thought it'd take you less time to put it on." Y/n teased. They all laugh.
They watch and snack quietly. Some of them hum along the songs. Especially Ororo.
That's until Luke Evans shows on screen.
"Would," Y/n said bluntly. Ororo and Logan laugh. They knew that would happen.
Besides that they all sit quietly. All they say or do is talk about how some of these actions in the movie are stupid and such things.
Finally the beast reveals himself from the shadows. Ororo and Logan look at y/n knowingly.
The third wheel is still staring at the TV stuffing his mouth with snacks. "Would. All night. Every hour." There it is. The lovers chuckle and look at the TV again.
The movie comes to an end within a blink of an eye. And they're left staring at the titles. "...that felt... Short." Y/n looks at the ones behind him for confirmation. They both nod. "Yeah that went by with the speed of light"
"Let's watch one more movie." Storm suggested. The boys nod and scroll through Netflix. They put on a random movie that looked interesting.
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#male reader#x male reader#logan howlett x male reader#wolverine x male reader#ororo munroe x male reader#logan x ororo#storm x wolverine#storm x male reader#marvel x male reader#mcu x male reader
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Red and Mei bathing together after a harsh battle. It starts awkward but then mei is her playful silly self and she wants to be able to touch reds hair. Though he insists on washing her hair first (set the playing field) and she loves it. Itâs a tender moment and is safe and loving. They care each other.
#battles are grimy and theyâre both accident prone#mei because sheâs impulsive and red because she has no self preservation#they tend to each otherâs injuries#Redson is super overprotective of her but in a weird way#they protect each other in battle#red warms up the bath with his fire and mei is like :D!!!! omg#they calm each other down through hard times#when mei is scared and unsure of herself and generally feeling hopeless red is their#and he knows her well enough to comfort her in his own weird way#dragonfruit shipping#lmk redson#lmk dragonfruit#mei lmk#lmk#dragonfruitshipping
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Ft. Ayato ă Alhaitham ă Wanderer ă Childe ă Wriothesley ă Neuvillette
sum: things you do that unintentionally turn them on. wc: 14k - roughly 2k - 2.5k per part
contains: fempovăpnv (unprotected), creampie, (protected in alhaitham's), oral (reader givingăreceiving), fingering, come swallowing, handjob in wrio's, mentions of pregnancy/breeding kink in ayato's, out in the open for wanderer's but not caught, 69 in neuvillette's + he carries you
a/n: i liked this until i didn't, which is awkward :')
ŕŞâ when he loses to you in a debate - 2k
It felt like the hundredth time that day youâd torn his argument to pieces, your words sharp and precisely calculated. Alhaitham leaned back, eyeing you with a narrowed gaze as he re-evaluated every point you made, searching desperately for a flaw. But there wasnât oneâand that infuriated him.
He was accustomed to being the sharpest mind in the room, to dissecting othersâ logic with ease. Yet here you were, dismantling his points without breaking a sweat, meeting him step for step. It should have annoyed him beyond measure. And yetâŚ
His pulse quickened, and he could feel his focus drifting, thoughts derailing as you delivered yet another rebuttal with a slight, victorious curl of your lips. There was a fire in your eyes, a self-assurance that both irritated and exhilarated him, pulling him into an awareness that had little to do with intellectual sparring.
He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering over you, from the determined glint in your eyes to the way your lips formed around each sharp, defiant word. His jaw clenched, and he felt that familiar frustration morph into something else, something darker, something primal.
âNothing to say?â you prodded with a smug smile, savouring your apparent win. âThatâs not like you, Alhaitham.â
His eyes darkened. For a second, the composed mask slipped, and the heat simmering beneath flickered to the surface. âI could argue,â he replied, his voice low, dangerously calm. âBut it seems youâre enjoying this far too much.â
The bitterness in his voice was laced with something else, something unwillingâan almost grudging respect. Youâd pushed him to the edge, stripped him of his usual control, and a part of him both resented and admired your nerve. But there was no denying it: you were driving him insane.
A charged silence hung between you, and he felt itâthe heat radiating from your body, the steady rhythm of your breath, so close he could feel it. His own thoughts had scattered, leaving him with nothing but the ache of desire he was no longer able to ignore. Alhaitham stood taller, his expression hardening as his gaze settled on your lips, then drifted back to meet your eyes.
âYouâre insufferable,â he murmured, his voice roughened by tension. But the bite was gone from his tone, replaced by something unspoken, something magnetic.
Suddenly, he moved, his body pressing you back against the bookshelf, his hands bracketing you, and every other word disappeared from his mind. He leaned in, his breath a hot whisper in your ear. âYou think youâre so clever,â he said, his fingers tracing along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze, âalways knowing just what to say to get under my skin.â
You felt his other hand slide down, coming to rest on your hip as he drew you closer. Every inch of his lean frame was now flush against you, his erection pressing insistently through the layers between you. The last of his restraint was slipping, replaced by a raw intensity that left no space for pretences.
His lips grazed along your neck, each touch sending a shudder of heat through you as his breath came hot and uneven while he slipped a hand under your shirt, fingers trailing possessively over skin that was bare. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered, his voice low and inviting against your neck. âPushing me, daring me. Now, letâs see just how far you can go.â
In a single, bruising kiss, he claimed your mouth, his hands now exploring the lines and curves of your body with a feverish hunger, mapping out every reaction heâd managed to draw from you. His kiss was fierce and commanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he tasted every inch of you, unravelling the last threads of your composure.
With one swift movement, he spun you around, pressing your front against the bookshelf. A few books tumbled from the shelves, forgotten in the heat building between you as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against your shoulder, his voice low and dark. âTell me you want this,â he whispered, rough with need, his hand slipping under the hem of your skirt, fingertips trailing against your skin. âAll this time, getting under my skin⌠has it been driving you mad, too?â
Alhaithamâs hand slipped beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the warmth radiating through the thin damp fabric of your underwear. A quiet groan escapes him, a sound rough with desire, as he felt your wetness, his own anticipation building with every heartbeat.
"You're so fucking wet for me already," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slip under the fabric, sliding through your slick folds. "All this time, you've been getting off on our arguments, haven't you? Getting yourself all worked up, imagining me bending you over and fucking you in my office."
He circles your clit with his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady as he works you over with his skilled fingers.
"I bet you've touched yourself thinking about me," he continues, his words filthy and raw. "Imagined my cock splitting you open, making you moan my name.â
âShut up, you talk too much-â you mumble.
Alhaitham chuckles darkly at your mumbled plea, his fingers still working between your legs. "No no-. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me how much you need my cock."
He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your knees weak. His thumb rubs tight circles around your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
"Come on, angel. Use that clever tongue of yours for something other than arguing with me. Beg for it."
His other hand slides up under your shirt, roughly palming one of your breasts. He pinches your nipple, a gasp falling from your lips.
"Or maybe you'd rather I stop altogether? Leave you here, dripping and desperate, with nothing to satisfy you but your own fingers?"
He slows his movements, letting the threat hang in the air. Your hips buck back against him, seeking more friction, more pressure. You're so close, and yet he holds all the power to send you over.
"What's it gonna be, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and tell me what you want?â
"Please, need it-"
Alhaitham's fingers still inside you at your breathy plea, your desperate words sending a thrill through him. He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, "There we go.â
He pulls his fingers out slowly, teasingly. You whimper at the loss, your hips pushing back, seeking to be filled again.
"Ah ah," he tuts, his hand resting on your ass. "Patience. You'll get what you need.â
He steps back, leaving you bent over the bookshelf and aching for him. He undoes his belt, along with the zipper. He approaches his desk drawer, rummaging through before he settles back behind you. You hear the crinkle of foil, the snap of latex, and then the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
Alhaitham runs it along your slit, teasing you with the promise of whatâs to come. He drags the tip through your folds, covering himself in your sticky arousal.
"Look at you, wanting it so badly," he taunts, his voice a low growl.
He pushes forward, just the tip breaching you, stretching you open. Your walls flutter around him, trying to draw him in deeper.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly, slowly sinking into your heat inch by excruciating inch.
He bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your ass. He pauses, letting you adjust to his size, savouring the feel of your tight walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips.
He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. He angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
"That's it-" he encourages, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take my cock like the good girl you are."
His hand snakes around to your front, finding your clit. He rubs tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alhaitham sets a deep, punishing pace, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. The bookcase rocks under the force of his movements; books tumble to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He leans over you, a hand closing on your hip as his cock drives into you relentlessly, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl.
He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder and faster now, chasing his own release. Skin slapping against skin fills the room with an obscene sound, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
He buries his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounds into you, lost in the feeling of your hot, wet walls clenching around him.
His fingers closed tight around your hips, pinning you down as he thrust with a fervour that made you cling to the bookshelf. âFuck, Iâm close-" he groaned, his voice thick with restraint. And just when you thought heâd let go, he pulled away, leaving you empty and aching, the heat between you simmering in the air.Â
Before you could protest, he spun you around, lifting you onto the edge of his desk. He pushes your legs apart, settling between your thighs once more.
"Wannaâ see your face," he growls, his voice rough with desire.
He lines himself up, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. Then, with one swift thrust, he's buried inside you again, filling you completely.
He sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with wild abandon. The desk creaked beneath you with each powerful thrust, papers slipping off in a messy cascade to the floor.
He pressed into you, his weight grounding you in place as his lips found yours in a fierce, consuming kiss that left you breathless. When he finally broke away, his mouth traced a heated path down your neck, lips and teeth grazing over your skin, each touch both a promise and a tease. His hips never stop moving, pounding into you with a frenzied energy.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice a harsh whisper against your ear. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock."
He reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs in tight, fast circles, the added stimulation sending you spiralling towards the edge.
Your walls start to flutter, Your breaths are fast and uneven, your body trembling, teetering just on the edge. âCome on,â he murmured, his movements growing less controlled, more desperate, as he felt his own resolve slipping. âLet go⌠let me feel you.â
With a final, brutal thrust, he sends you flying over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing through your body. You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out the aftershocks.
Alhaitham follows shortly after, his cock pulsing inside you as he finds his own release. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his groan against your skin.
You both collapse onto the desk, panting and spent, bodies still joined in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.
"Maybe we should have debates more often...." you joke breathlessly.
"Only if it ends like this." he mutters tirelessly as he leans in, his lips meeting yours.
ŕŞâ when you argue with him - 2.5k
âDo you ever think before you act?â you snapped, standing so close to Childe that the heat radiating from him matched your own.
His jaw tightened, and he leaned in, voice rising to meet yours. âDonât lecture me about thinking ahead! If youâd just trusted me for once, we wouldnât even need a backup plan!â
âTrust you?â You let out a harsh, bitter laugh, meeting his glare without flinching. âHow am I supposed to trust you when you treat this like some game? People could have gotten hurt, Childe! This isnât just your reckless thrill.â
He scoffed, but something in his eyes softened, though it was quickly swallowed by the intensity burning there. "You think I take this lightly? Itâs so damn frustrating to have you question every move I make."
You took another step closer, your heart beating faster as the air between you grew heavier, alive with unspoken tension. "I question your moves because they're reckless, Childe. Because you act like you're the only one who matters!
"That's what you think?" he growled, his voice was low and furious. "That I don't care what happens to the people around me?"
For a moment, there was something raw in his eyesâopen and woundedâbut you pushed the feeling aside, refusing to let him derail you. "You say you care, but you're so caught up in your ego that you can't see past your own reflection.".
"Ego?" He snorted, but his eyes were wild, almost electric, and he leaned in closer to you, the space between you evaporating. "You're one to talk! Acting like you know everything, like I can't do a single thing out there without you hovering over my shoulder."
âBecause I have to! If I donât, youâdââ Your voice wavered as you became acutely aware of just how close he was, his face inches from yours. His eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering for the faintest beat before they snapped back to meet yours.
And thatâs when it struck youâhis cheeks were flushed, his gaze burning with something more than just anger. The tension between you wasnât just frustration; there was a heat simmering beneath it all, sparking like a fuse, and you could feel it as clearly as the breath between you.
This wasnât just anger. The challenge, the fight, you standing toe-to-toe with himâit had him caught up in something else entirely.
You sucked in a sharp breath, momentarily thrown. âAre⌠are you enjoying this?â you asked, voice barely a whisper, incredulous.
Childe didn't even try to hide it; his eyes softened, and a smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice low and charged. "Maybe I am," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Didn't think you had this much fire in you.".
You swallowed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. âThis isnât funny, Childe. Iâm trying to get through to you, and youâreââ
âOh, Iâm listening,â he cut in, his voice dropping even lower, rougher. âBut I canât help it if seeing you like this⌠gets me a little fired up.â His eyes gleamed with a challenging spark, as if daring you to push him further, to keep pushing back.
Your breath caught, but you refused to back down, even as you felt the air between you grow thick with an intensity that was no longer just anger. âYouâre⌠unbelievable,â you managed, your voice wavering slightly.
Childeâs smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving yours as he took that final, daring step closer. His hand found your jaw, fingers brushing your skin with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. For a heartbeat, the only sound between you was your own uneven breathing as his gaze flicked once more to your lips, lingering there.
âIâm unbelievable, am I?â he murmured, voice barely a breath, but carrying enough intensity to make your pulse race even faster.
"I-"
Before you could respond, his lips met yours with a raw intensity that sent a jolt through you. The kiss was anything but restrainedâurgent, almost desperate, as if heâd been holding back for far too long and was finally letting go. His fingers tightened around your jaw, his other hand slipping to your waist to pull you in close, eliminating any trace of space between you.
You matched his intensity, pressing back just as fiercely, your hands finding his shoulders and gripping tight as you poured every ounce of pent-up frustration, tension, and maybe something more into the kiss. The world around you seemed to blur, fading into nothing as his lips moved against yours with an urgency that left you breathless.
Childe groaned low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He broke away from your mouth just long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You drive me crazy," he growled against your throat, his voice rough with need. "Always questioning me, always pushing back. It's fucking hot."
His hands glide along your sides, lifting your shirt in one fluid motion and discarding it as his eyes roamed over you, dark with desire. He paused just briefly, letting the sight of you linger, before his mouth found you again, tracing the curves of your chest with lips and tongue, his fingers deftly working to free you from your bra.
You arched into his touch, head falling back as pleasure sparked through you. Your own hands worked frantically at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against yours. "Ajax," you gasped out, your voice breathy and wanton. "Please..."
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Please what?" he murmured, nipping at your collarbone. "I wanna hear you say it."
You swallowed hard, your mind hazy with desire. "I want you," you managed, your voice trembling. "I want you to fuck me, please-â
He captured your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against his already hard cock. You could feel the heat of him even through the layers of clothing that still separated you.
"I need you," Childe rasped against your lips, his hips rolling against yours in a slow grind. "Right fucking now."
He guided you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed, the heated kiss unbroken. He slid down on top of you in one fluid motion, pressing you down onto the bed as he moved with you, pinning you under him, his eyes dark and intense as he took you in. His chest rose and fell with a few heavy breaths as he steadied himself.
"This is your last chance to back out," he whispered, his voice low and rough-edged. "Because once I start, I won't stop until I've had every bit of you."
Your eyes met his, soft and misty with anticipation as the unspoken answer hung in the charged space between you.
"I don't want you to stop," you breathed, reaching up to pull him down into another kiss. "I want everything you've got-"
With a feral growl, his hands made quick work of the remaining barriers between you. Childe's fingers hooked into your waistband and yanked your trousers and panties down in one swift motion. His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of you, splayed out beneath him, completely bare. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
He settled between your thighs, the heat of his bare skin against your most sensitive parts making you gasp. His fingers trailed teasingly along your inner thighs, brushing maddeningly close to where you needed him most.
"Please," you whimpered, arching your hips in search of more friction. "Ajax, I need-"
âShh,â he whispered, brushing a finger softly over your lips. "Just relax⌠let me take care of you." His voice was just a lulling hum, low and comforting.
He lowered his head and traced a slow, tantalising path up your inner thigh with his tongue, each inch a deliberate tease. A shiver coursed through you, your fingers clutching the sheets as he inched closer to your core, building anticipation with every lingering touch.
When his tongue finally ran along your slit, you cried out, your back bowing off the bed. His tongue swirled around your clit, lapping at you with a hunger that bordered on feral. Two fingers pushed inside you, stretching and filling you in the most delicious way.
"That's it, let me hear you," Childe growled against your skin, his words sending vibrations straight to your core. "Fuck, you taste so good. I could eat this sweet little pussy all day."
He worked you relentlessly, his fingers curling inside you just right, his tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit. It wasnât long before you were teetering on the edge, thighs trembling around him as your fingers tangled desperately in his hair.
His mouth moved over you with a hungry intensity, each slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue sending sparks racing through you, making your hips roll instinctively to meet his every movement.
Your arousal slicked his lips and chin as he held you close, his fingers working in tandem, pressing into you and curling just right to reach that deep, electric spot that made you lose all sense of restraint. The pleasure built steadily, his every touch pushing you closer to the point of no return, your entire body drawn taut in anticipation.
The obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy, the squelch of his fingers inside you, the filthy slurps and moans he made as he ate you out - it was almost too much to bear.
He groaned against your folds, the vibrations making you buck and writhe beneath him. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, pinning you in place as he kept up his relentless assault on your clit.
Your thighs were shaking violently as your muscles tensed and coiled tight with your approaching orgasm. Childe sensed it too, doubling his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit as he finger-fucked you harder, faster.
"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against your soaked folds. "Let me feel you come undone on my tongue. Fucking soak me, baby.â
With a hoarse cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as wave upon wave of searing pleasure washed over you. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers, your arousal slick on his chin, dripping down onto the sheets beneath him.
Childe groaned low in his throat, lapping at your release as if it were the finest ambrosia, wringing the last drop of pleasure from your body until you lay still beneath him.
He slowly pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. He licked his lips, savouring your taste with a satisfied hum. âTastes so fucking sweet.â
He crawled up your body, settling between your thighs once more. You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance, making you clench with anticipation.
"I need to be inside you," Childe growled, his voice strained with need. "Need to feel this tight little cunt squeezing my cock."
He reached down, gripping himself and rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slick folds. You whimpered, your hips canting up, trying to force him inside.
"Please," you begged, your voice wrecked and desperate. "Ajax, I need you. Need you so fucking bad."
With a low groan, he pushed forward, sinking into your wet heat inch by inch. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Childe panted, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts as he let you adjust to him. "Feels so good, baby. So fucking good."
Once you'd both adjusted, he started to move, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you. He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with a force that made the bed creak and your body jolt with each powerful thrust.
Childe's hands gripped your ankles, pushing your legs up and back towards your chest, folding you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper inside you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace. "Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch of my cock."
You could do no more than moan incoherently, hands scrabbling at the sheets. The feeling of him so deep inside you, stretching you, filling you, was almost too much to bear.
"You like that, don't you?" Childe panted, strained with exertion.
"Like having me so fucking deep inside you." He punctuated each filthy word with a sharp snap of his hips, driving into you so hard that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed over you, your walls clamping down around him like a vice.
"Shit, baby," Childe growled, his rhythm faltering as he fought to hold back his own release. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna- gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."
But you were too far gone to care, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure consuming you. All you could do was hold on for dear life as Childe fucked you through your orgasm, his cock hitting your deepest spots with every thrust, pushing you higher and higher until you were sure you'd black out from the intensity of it all.
Childe's thrusts grew erratic, his fingers digging into your ankles as he chased his own release.
His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside you as he found his peak. You felt the hot rush of his cum painting your walls, claiming you from the inside out.Â
A low, shuddering groan escaped him as the intensity of his release rippled through his body. And for a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved, basking in the dying warmth and soft haze of satisfaction.
The weight of Childe pressed against you as he lowered your legs back down. His warm breath on your shoulder as he stayed inside of you. He slowly lifted his head, eyes locked with yours. For that one moment, there was something soft in his eyesâsomething almost tenderâthe softness he mostly protected.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he muttered, his voice low and warm.
A smile played at your lips as you looked up at him, quiet happiness filling your eyes. "Not too bad yourself," you teased, reaching up to rest your hand against his cheek, your thumb tracing a light path along his jawline. "For a reckless, ego-driven, pain in the ass."
Childe laughed, leaning into your touch with a shameless grin. "I think you meant to say charming, irresistible, and exceptionally skilled in bed," he corrected, a roguish glint firing in his eyes.
"Yeah, maybe that too," you whispered, pulling him into a soft, dragged-out kiss, basking in the wordless connection that ran between you.
ŕŞâ seeing you do domestic things - 2.4k
Ayato leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, his eyes focused on you as you worked. The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the scene in front of him. You were humming quietly to yourself as you stirred the pot on the hob, moving with a quiet grace that Ayato could only admire.
It wasnât just the domesticity of the moment that caught his attentionâit was the way you made it look so effortless, the way you fit so naturally into his life, his home. You were already making the space feel like it was your joint space, your presence breathing life into the place, and Ayato found himself growing more and more captivated by the thought of this becoming a permanent reality.
You glanced up, catching him watching you, and a teasing smile tugged at your lips. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to help?"
Ayato stepped forward, his gaze never leaving yours. âIâd rather just watch you, honestly,â he said smoothly, his voice thick with desire. âItâs hard to look away when you make something as simple as cooking look so⌠irresistible.â
You laughed lightly, but his eyes stayed locked on you, the intensity of his gaze deepening with each passing second. You continued with your work, though something about the way he was looking at you made your pulse quicken.
âWhatâs on your mind?â you asked, still teasing, but there was an edge of curiosity in your voice.
He moved closer, placing his hands casually on the counter beside you, his body barely separate from yours. âYou,â he said bluntly, his voice dropping lower. âWatching you cook, has me thinking about our future together⌠itâs making it impossible to focus.â
You paused, raising an eyebrow. âA future together?â you asked, your heart skipping a beat at the implication. âLike what?â
Ayatoâs lips curled into a confident, knowing smile. âLike this. You, in our home, doing all these wifely things, making our space feel warm and lived-inâŚâ His voice was laced with a quiet heat as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear. âI can already see itâusâwith kids running around, your laugh filling the halls, hearing the sound of little feet chasing each other.â
The words hit you like a jolt of electricity, and you froze for a moment, feeling his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. His chest pressed against yours, and you could feel his heartbeatâa steady rhythm that matched the rapid pace of your own.
Ayato didnât give you a chance to respond before his lips captured yours in a kissâslow at first, but quickly turning deeper as his hands slid around to your back, pulling you even closer. His desire was palpable, every movement of his hands speaking louder than his words ever could.
When he pulled back, he was breathing heavily, his hands still on you as he looked down at you with a knowing smile. âI canât help it,â he murmured, his voice low, almost hoarse. âSeeing you like this, talking about our future⌠I want it, more than anything. And I want you... right here, right now.â His eyes darkened with desire. âI canât stop thinking about itâthinking about you.â
You shivered at his words, your chest tightening with anticipation. His boldness, his forwardnessâit wasnât something you were used to seeing from Ayato, and yet in this moment, it made your heart race. You felt the weight of his desire, the rawness of it, and it ignited something in you as well.
He didnât wait for you to respond, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding along the curves of your body with a sense of urgency. âYouâre going to drive me mad if you keep looking at me like that,â he growled. âI can already picture it, I want it all.â
His words were enough to push you over the edge, and without thinking, you pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely, giving into the heat between you. His hands slid to your hips, pulling you up against him as his desire burned hotter.
And as he kissed you with an intensity you hadnât expected, you realised that this wasnât just about the moment. It was about the future you were both already imagining togetherâthe family, the home, the lifeâand Ayato was determined to make that future as real as possible.
The thought of a life together, full of passion, warmth, and the sound of childrenâs laughter echoing through your shared home, consumed him completely. And as he held you close, he knew he would stop at nothing to make that future a reality.
Ayato's hands slide down your sides, his touch igniting sparks wherever he touches. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. "I want you so badly," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to make you mine in every way possible."
His hands find the hem of your shirt, and he starts to tug it upward, his fingers skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach. You shiver at his touch, arching into him as he leans down to trail kisses along your collarbone.
"I can't wait to see you round with my child," he breathes against your skin, his hand splaying across your belly. "To know that I put them there."
He walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the kitchen counter, and with a swift movement, he lifts you onto it, stepping between your parted thighs.
"I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promises, his hands already working to remove your clothes.
The intensity of Ayato's desire is palpable as he stands between your parted thighs, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as he slowly strips away your clothing, revealing more and more of you to his appreciative eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. "So perfect."
His fingers trace the curve of your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples until they harden under his touch. You gasp, arching into him, craving more of his touch. He obliges, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your breasts. His other hand slides down your stomach.
Ayato's hand slides down your stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. You gasp at the contact, your hips lifting instinctively seeking more of his touch. He chuckles lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
"So eager," he teases, his fingers slipping lower, brushing against your slick folds.
He circles your clit with a feather-light touch, making you whimper and squirm beneath him. Your head falls back against the counter, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself to the sensation of his skilled fingers.
"Please," you breathe, your hips rolling against his hand, seeking more friction.
Ayato obliges, sliding a finger inside you, then another, pumping them in and out of your pussy. Your inner walls clench around him, drawing him deeper.
"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. "Let me make you feel good."
His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your toes curl. You cry out, your grip on his hair tightening as pleasure courses through your veins.
"You're so tight," he groans, his own arousal evident in the way his hips grind against yours. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
He adds a third finger, stretching you, preparing you for what's to come. Your body trembles on the edge of release, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ayato's fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips buck against his hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure. You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"That's it, beautiful," Ayato muses, "Look so pretty like this-"
His words, combined with the skillful movements of his fingers, are enough to send you over the edge. Your body tenses, your back arching off the counter as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out, your inner walls clenching around Ayato's fingers as you ride out the intense sensations.
Ayato doesn't stop, continuing to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. As you start to come down from your high, he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips.
"Mmm, you taste so sweet," he murmurs, licking your essence from his fingers. "I could do that forever if you let me."
Before you can catch your breath, he's removing his own clothes, not taking long to reveal his hard, throbbing cock.
"Need to be inside you-" he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "Need to feel you wrapped around me."
He steps between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance.
Ayato slowly pushes into you, his cock stretching you deliciously. You moan at the sensation of being filled, your walls clenching around him. He groans at the tight heat enveloping him, his hips pressing forward until he's fully seated inside you.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. "So perfect."
He starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, stoking the embers of your desire once more.
Ayato's movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to bring you maximum pleasure. His hands roam over your body, caressing every curve and dip as he loses himself in the feel of you.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
His words, coupled with the tender way he makes love to you, bring tears to your eyes. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him.
"Show me," you whisper, your hands tangling in his hair. "Show me how much you love me."
Ayato's response is to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he continues to move within you. The kiss is slow and sensual, a reflection of the intimate act you're sharing.
"I'll always love you," he vows against your lips. "Always."
As he speaks, his thrusts become more urgent, more passionate. You can feel the coil of pleasure building once more in your core, your body responding to his every move.
Ayato's thrusts become more urgent, more passionate, as he loses himself in the feel of you. But even as he chases his own pleasure, his mind is filled with thoughts of the future, of the life you'll build together.
"I want this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want us, together, forever. I want to wake up next to you every morning, to come home to you every night."
His hand slides down to your stomach, pressing gently against the soft skin. "I want to see you round with my child, to watch you grow and change as our family grows."
The thought sends a shiver of excitement through you, and you cling to him tighter, your hips meeting his thrust for thrust. âI want that too-â
Ayato's response is a low growl, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he pounds into you, chasing his release.
Ayato's thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding, as he chases his climax. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he drives into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.
"I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I want to fill you up, to mark you as mine."
His words send a thrill through you, and you clench around him, urging him on. "Yes," you gasp, "Please-"
With a final, powerful thrust, Ayato buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his cum deep inside you. The sensation of his hot release triggers your own orgasm.
As Ayato empties himself inside you, your walls clench and flutter around his cock, milking him for every last drop. Your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your juices gush around his length, coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.
"Fuck, yes," Ayato groans, his hips twitching as he feels your release, his hips grinding against yours as he rides out the waves of pleasure. "Take it all, baby. Take all of me."
He continues to thrust shallowly, drawing out your climax, his own cock pulsing with aftershocks. Your inner walls ripple around him, squeezing him tightly as you ride out the intense sensations.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. "So perfect, like you were made for me, weren't you?"
As the last waves of pleasure subside, Ayato leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you as his own. You moan into the kiss, your arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss is slow and sensual, a reflection of the intimate act you've just shared. Ayato's hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, your skin still slick with sweat.
"I love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
You smile against his mouth, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you too," you whisper back. "Always and forever."
ŕŞâ when you take care of him - 1.9k
Wriothesley leaned back against the pillows, a picture of reluctant vulnerabilityâa rare sight, his usual sharp confidence dulled by the grip of a stubborn cold. Heâd fought tooth and nail to convince you he didnât need anyone fussing over him, but his protests had crumbled under your firm insistence. So now, he was stuck with you at his bedside, his gruff pride no match for your stubborn resolve.
You place a tray alongside him, holding soup, and a few other remedies. "Alright, let's get you sorted," you said, scooping up a spoonful of broth and extending it toward him.
He looked back at you, his brow furrowed with stubborn defiance, but you only hitched an eyebrow in silence.
He let out a long, aggrieved sigh and grumbled under his breath before he leaned forward and took the spoonful, holding it longer in his mouth than was really necessary, his eyes latched onto yours. His cheeks already flushed with fever, coloured a fraction darker, but he acted like he didn't notice.
"See? That wasn't so bad," you teased your voice soft as you reached up to sweep a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
His jaw clenched, and he cleared his throat, looking away as if the ceiling had suddenly become fascinating. Something about the way you touched him-so gentle, so deliberate-had him feeling unstably off-balance.
His pulse raced, a heat coiling low in his stomach, that left an evident reaction under the blankets that he desperately tried to will away. Mortified by his reaction, he reached for a cushion and shifted it onto his lap, with forced nonchalance.
"You don't need to babysit me," he grumbled, his voice hoarse, and he refused to meet your gaze. "I'll be alright. You've got much more important things to attend to."
âOh, nice try,â you replied with a wry smile, holding another spoonful toward him. âYouâre stuck with me until Iâm satisfied that youâre actually resting. So stop pretending youâre not secretly grateful.â
His lips parted, but whatever retort heâd planned died on his tongue as he met your gaze. There was no teasing in your eyes now, only a quiet tenderness that made his chest tighten. You cared-truly-and it was overwhelming in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"Why are you doing all this?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, giving away a flicker of something unguarded.
You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the skin that flushed there. "Because you deserve it," you said, so simply. "Even if you're too stubborn to admit it."
He inhaled sharply, his hold on the cushion tightening as the touch of your hand warmed through him and sent a jolt of something far from comforting through him. His mind was racing as the tension betrayed his attempts to keep composed. The hell is wrong with him? He thought. This isn't supposed to feel like⌠this.
But you noticed. The way his jaw tensed, the subtle shift under the blanketsâit was impossible to miss. A mischievous spark lit up in your eyes, and you leaned in just a fraction closer.
âWrio,â you murmured, your tone laced with playful curiosity. âAre you⌠turned on right now?â
His head whipped toward you, his wide eyes betraying his panic. âWhatâno! I mean⌠maybe? Fuck, I donât know,â he stammered, running a hand through his hair, clearly flustered.
You bit back a grin, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. âAww,â you cooed, your voice teasing. âThe big, tough Warden, all flustered over a little care? How adorable.â
âShut up,â he growled, his face burning crimson as he glared at youâthough the heat in his gaze betrayed something far less menacing. "It's not like that."
"Oh, really?" you said, leaning in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin. "Then what is it like, Wriothesley?"
He swallowed, his eyes darting to yours before dropping again. "It's... it's nothing," he muttered, barely above a whisper. "Just a stupid physical reaction, that's all."
"Mmm, I see," you hummed, reaching out to trace a finger down his jawline. "And by that, what you're trying to tell me is that right now it's not crossing your mind how nice it would feel to be taken care of by someone else? Make you feel better?"
He let out a shaking breath as his eyes darkened to meet yours. "I- I don't." he stammered, words trailing off as he fought for a coherent thought.
"It's alright," you whispered, a small smile on your lips. "I can see it in your eyes, Wriothesley. You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good."
His breath hitched, and his chest began to rise and fall more and more rapidly as he stared at you, pupils dilated with arousal. "Yes," he breathed, his voice rough from need. "God, yes, I do."
Your heart was racing, your own desire a mirror of his while you leaned in closer, your lips just inches from his. "Then let me take care of you," you murmured.
He emitted a low groan; his body quivered in anticipation. "Please," he whispered, voice raw with need. "Please, I need you."
You reached underneath the duvet, your fingers tracing over his hot skin, tracing the lines of his toned stomach. He shivered beneath your touch, breathing in short, ragged gasps as you explored his body.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking up against your hand. "That feels so good."
You smirked, your fingers dipping lower, teasing the waistband of his boxers. "Is that so?" you purred, your eyes glinting with mischief.
As you freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers you couldn't help but marvel at the sight. His cock, thick and hard, proudly standing to attention. A drop of precum glistened from the tip of his cock, his need evident.
You swirled your thumb around the head, smearing the slick fluid and drawing a shudder from Wriothesley. "Mmm, look at you," you purred, low and husky.
He let out a choked noise, eyes fluttering shut as he fisted his hands in the sheets.
"Please," he pleaded, voice raw with need. "Please, touch me."
You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. His cock twitched in your hand, another drop of precum beading at the slit. He bucked against your hand, his hips rocking in time with your movements.
"That's it," you murmured, your thumb swiping over the sensitive head of his cock. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
He nodded, his head falling back against the pillows as he surrendered to your touch. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as you worked him over.
You smirked, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the head of his cock. He shuddered beneath you, his hands fisting in your hair as you licked a slow stripe up his length.
"Mmm, you taste so good," you purred, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
With that, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head up and down. He let out a strangled cry, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him deeper, your nose nestling into the hair at the base of his cock. He was throbbing in your mouth, his precum coating your tongue as you worked him over.
"Fuck-" he gasped, voice ragged with pleasure. "Your mouth feels amazing."
You hummed around his shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
As you continued to suck and lick at Wriothesley's throbbing cock, your free hand drifted lower, cupping his heavy balls. You rolled them gently in your palm, feeling their weight, savouring the way they twitched at your touch.
Wriothesley let out a low groan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. "Fuck, that feels good," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.
You hummed in return, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. Your fingers massaged his balls, delicate flesh kneaded as you worked him over.
He was leaking steadily now, his precum coating your tongue as you sucked him deeper. The taste of him filled your senses: musky, masculine. It was intoxicating - your own arousal growing with each passing second.
"God-" he panted, his hands fisting in your hair. "I'm getting close."
You redoubled your efforts, your head bobbing faster as you took him to the back of your throat. Your fingers squeezed his balls, feeling them draw up even tighter as his climax approached.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice ragged. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
You moaned around his shaft, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. With one final thrust of his hips, he exploded in your mouth, ropes of cum filling your throat as he cried out in ecstasy.
You swallowed it all, milking him through his orgasm until he was spent and trembling beneath you. Finally, you released him from your mouth, licking your lips as you pulled back.
As Wriothesley came down from his high, you couldn't help but tease him just a little bit more.Â
You lightly ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, licking up the last of his release. He shuddered beneath you, his over-sensitive flesh twitching at every light touch.
"Ah!" he gasped, jerking his hips without meaning to. "Too much, I can'tâ"
You smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as you continued your sweet torment. Your tongue swirled around the tip and he whimpered, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tried to push you away, but you held firm, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from his spent body.
"I could do this all day." you purred, breath hot against his skin.
He let out a strangled laugh, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "You're a fucking tease," he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind his words.
You smiled, giving the head of his cock one final kiss before releasing him from your mouth. Sitting back, you licked your lips as you took in the view he presented-flush-cheeked, panting, eyes glossed over with satisfaction.
"Someone's gotta take care of you," you murmured, your voice husky. "And I'm more than willing to volunteer for the job."
You leaned down, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Wriothesley's lips. He sighed into the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer. It was a tender moment, a stark contrast to the heated passion that had come before.
You drew back, staring into his eyes, the warmth and affection glowing within. "How are you feeling?" you asked, softly. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, and he smiled. His hand came up to overlay yours. "Better," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "Much better, thanks to you."
You leaned in, nuzzling his nose with yours. "I aim to please," you teased, your eyes sparkling merrily.
He chuckled and shook his head in mock exasperation. "You're hopeless" he mumbled, but there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone.
ŕŞâ seeing you wearing his clothes - 2.6k
Neuvillette opened the door, exhaling softly as he stepped into the quiet of his home. After a day full of formalities, courtroom battles, and endless patience, the relief of finally being in his own space was palpable.
He set his coat aside, running a hand through his hair to loosen the constraints of his usually perfect appearance. But as he looked up, whatever was left of his exhaustion was washed clean by the sight of you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts.
You looked up and smiled softly, but the sight of you in his clothes, settled comfortably into his personal space, had him frozen in place. The shirt fell just a little too loose on your frame, sleeves slipping past your wrists, and the hem brushing against your thighs, revealing just enough to spark his desire. The scent of his cologne lingered faintly on the fabric, mingling with your own warmth, making something in him stir deeply.
A glint of intensity appeared in his eyes as he took a slow step forward, watching as your expression shifted, noticing the effect youâd unknowingly had on him. His gaze grew darker, the usual restraint crumbling as he drank in the sight of you in his clothesâhis shirt, on you.
âYou⌠have no idea what that does to me,â he murmured, his voice deepening with a possessive edge as he came to stand over you. His eyes roamed slowly from the collar falling off one shoulder to your bare legs curled beneath you.
Before you could respond, he was leaning down, caging you in his arms, his hands gripping the back of the couch as he hovered close, his breath warm against your ear. âIt suits you, you know,â he whispered, his voice a blend of softness and possessive heat. âBut you know what else? I think Iâd rather be peeling it off you.â
His hands slid around your waist, tugging you closer as his lips grazed your neck in a mix of reverence and need. The weariness of his day forgotten, overcome by that fire that urged him to make sure you knew just how much you belonged to him.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice raw as he pressed you against him. "I need this-
His fingers traced your waist, savouring the feel of soft fabric clinging to your form, but even more so, the sensation of you underneath. You could feel his heartbeat against you, the strong, steady rhythm betraying his calm exterior as his lips found a place on your shoulder- your neck, lingering as if to imprint this moment to memory.
Your hands lightly rested against his chest as he pressed closer, his eyes going dark, unguarded in the display of how far his longing had overcome him. "Every time I come home, I find myself hoping to see you like this," he murmured, voice low and husky. "So close⌠so undeniably mine.
His eyes, with fierce tenderness, burned as his thumbs brushed against your cheeks, angling your face up to meet his. For a moment longer, his eyes held yours before he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both possessive and fiercely tender.
Neuvillette's hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer, as his lips moved against yours with a fervour that bordered on desperation. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and when you granted him access, he deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with yours.
"You taste like home," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Like everything I've ever wanted."
His hands roamed over your body, caressing the curves he knew so well.
His hands slid up your sides, tracing the hem of the shirt as it brushed against your thighs. "You look so beautiful like this, so perfectly mine."
He leaned in, nuzzling your neck, inhaling deeply. "I want to make love to you, right here, with you wearing nothing but my shirt."
His hands slipped under the fabric, caressing your skin, his touch igniting sparks of desire wherever he touched.
Neuvillette's hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he claimed your mouth in another searing kiss. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.
He carried you towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours, his hands gripping your thighs possessively. When he reached the bed, he laid you down gently, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
"You drive me wild," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "Seeing you in my shirt, wearing my scent... it's almost too much to bear."
His hands slid under the shirt, caressing your skin, his touch igniting sparks of desire wherever he touched. He trailed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point, making you gasp.
"I need you," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I need to be inside you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible."
His hands slipped under your shirt, pushing it up to expose your breasts. He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing until it hardened under his touch. His other hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your folds, teasing you slowly.
Neuvillette's lips closed around your nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. His hand continued to stroke you, his fingers teasing your folds, dipping inside you slowly.
He could feel your breath hitching, your body arching into his touch. He released your nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the wet skin, making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So responsive, so beautiful."
His hand slid up your body, pushing the shirt higher, exposing more of your skin. He kissed a trail up your sternum, his lips brushing the underside of your chin before capturing your mouth in another deep, passionate kiss.
His fingers continued their teasing dance between your legs, stroking and circling, building the tension within you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body begging for more.
"Tell me how I can please you." he whispered against your lips.
Neuvillette's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at you, his hand still teasing your folds. "Anything, mon amour," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I would do anything to please you, to make you feel good."
His lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He captured your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. "I want to worship every inch of you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.Â
His fingers continued their skilled ministrations, stroking and teasing, building the tension within you. He could feel your hips rocking against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
"That's it, mon amour," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Let go, let yourself feel everything. I've got you.â
Neuvillette's fingers glided expertly through your slick folds, teasing and stroking, building the tension within you. He knew your body so well, knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild with desire.
His thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, two of his fingers pushed inside you, curling upwards to stroke that spot deep within that made your toes curl.
He set a steady rhythm, his fingers moving in and out, in and out, his thumb continuing its maddening circles. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body responding to his touch.
He angled his fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. His thumb increased its pressure on your clit, rubbing in tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," he growled, his own desire evident in his voice.
"Wanna make you feel good too-"
He rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him so that your pussy was hovering right above his mouth and you were met with his crotch.
Neuvillette's eyes darkened with lust as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "Then take what you need, mon amour," he growled, his voice muffled against your core.
He pulled you down, his tongue delving between your folds, licking and sucking, tasting your essence. His hands gripped your ass, holding you in place.
You reached down, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers. His thick, hard cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with precum.
Neuvillette's breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. "Please-" he groaned, his hips bucking up into your touch.
You lowered your head, your tongue flicking out to lick the precum from the tip of his cock. Neuvillette groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you closer.
You wrapped your lips around his thick shaft, taking him deep into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him as you bobbed your head, sucking and licking, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth.
Neuvillette's hips rocked up to meet your movements, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, just like that," he groaned.
Neuvillette moaned into your folds as he lapped at your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him, his fingers digging into your flesh.
He could feel your juices coating his tongue, your scent filling his senses, driving him wild with desire. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep inside you.
His nose brushed against your clit as he buried his face deeper, his tongue curling to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. He could feel you trembling above him, your moans filling the room.
"Come for me, mon amour," he growled against your folds, his voice vibrating through you. "Let go, let me feel you."
He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers pumping in and out of you, faster and harder.
He could feel your thighs trembling against his face, your moans growing louder, more desperate. He knew you were close, could feel your walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"That's it, mon amour," he growled, his voice muffled against your folds.
Neuvillette felt your body tense above him, your walls clamping down around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. He lapped at your clit, prolonging your pleasure, his fingers gentling their movements as you rode out the waves of your climax.
He continued to lap at your folds, cleaning up your cum, his tongue swirling and flicking, bringing you down from your high.
But Neuvillette remained strong, not letting himself get close, wanting to finish inside you.
As you came down from your high, Neuvillette slowly released your thighs, his hands caressing your skin as he pulled back. His cock throbbed, aching for release, but he ignored it, his focus solely on your pleasure.
He sat up, turning you around and pulling you into his arms, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the flavour mingling with his own unique taste.
"I need to be inside you," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "I need to feel you, all of you."
He laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours, his cock nestling against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, seeking permission, seeking connection.
You nod.
With a slow, steady push, he sank into you, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick length.
"Ah, sweetheart-" he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "You feel incredible, so tight, so perfect."
He began to move, his hips rocking against yours, his cock sliding in and out of your slick heat. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he thrust into you, deeper and harder with each movement.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I love you so so much-"
His pace increased, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he chased his release. His fingers dug into your hips, leaving marks of his passion, his possession.
Neuvillette's teeth sank into your shoulder, marking you as his, as he thrust into you with wild abandon. His hips slammed against yours, his cock driving deep inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.
"Mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "All mine, now and forever."
His hands roamed over your body, caressing your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body responding to his every move.
He angled his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made you scream his name. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Come with me, angel" he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you."
Neuvillette could feel his own release approaching, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside you. He redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming against yours, his fingers rubbing your clit harder, faster.
His teeth sank into your shoulder again, his mark claiming you, possessing you, as his thrusts became erratic, his movements losing their rhythm.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum flooding you, your name a prayer on his lips.
As Neuvillette's orgasm crashed over him, you could feel your own release building, your walls clamping down around his pulsing cock. Your body trembled beneath him, your moans filling the room as you rode out the waves of your climax.
Your back arched off the bed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, holding him close as you came undone. Your inner walls rippled around his length, milking him, drawing out every last drop of his seed.
"Neuvillette!" you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you.
Neuvillette held you close, his arms wrapping around you, his body shaking with the force of his own release. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered your name over and over again.
Neuvillette held you close as you both came down from your highs, your bodies entwined, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, his lips trailing over your skin like a whisper.
"I love you, angel," he murmured, his voice low and tender. "I love you more than anything in this world."
He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand stroked your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp.
"You are my everything," he whispered, his arms tightening around you. "My heart, my soul, my reason for being."
He closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he held you close, savouring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair.
"Rest now, mon amour," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
ŕŞâ watching you fight - 2.6k
The air heavy with the scent of battle and the sharp crackle of elemental energy. Wandererâs movements were graceful and precise as always, his slender figure darting between foes with deadly elegance. But his focus wasnât entirely on the fight.
No, his attention was locked on you.
You fought with a raw intensity, every strike you made sharp and calculated, every movement full of purpose. The way you moved, the way you commanded the space around you, was captivating. With every swing of your weapon, you demonstrated your strength and your resilience, your utter refusal to back down. The fire in your eyes was irresistible, and Wanderer couldnât tear his gaze away from you.
Each time you dodged an attack, countered an enemy, or dispatched another foe with ease, his chest tightened with something he wasnât quite used toâsomething primal.
He had always admired your strength, but thisâthisâwas something different. The sight of your passion, your raw determination, made him ache with desire.
You caught his eye in the midst of a battle, and for a brief moment, the world around you seemed to disappear. He saw the way your lips curled in a confident, almost defiant smile as you took down an enemy, and it hit him like a jolt of electricity. His body tensed, a heat flooding his chest as he watched you finish the last enemy off with a powerful blow.
The battle ended in a flash of elemental power, and then there was silence. The only sound was your heavy breathing, while the air still hung heavy with the remnants of a fight. Wanderer didn't tear his eyes from you as he stared at the mess your hair was in, at the droplets of sweat glinting upon your skin. You were standing tall, victorious, and you radiated an undeniable strength that stirred something in himâa hunger he couldnât push away.
You wiped the sweat from your brow, turning to face him with a breathless smile. âNot bad, huh?â you said, your voice teasing, but there was an edge of satisfaction in it.
Wanderer didnât answer immediately. His eyes raked over you with an intensity that was impossible to miss. There was something about the way you fought, the way you carried yourself that made it impossible for him to ignore how turned on he was. He couldnât shake the image of you fighting by his side, every graceful movement making his pulse race.
His eyes gleamed with something darker now, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, low, like he was tasting the words before they left his mouth.
âYou have no idea,â he said, his gaze moving over you slowly, like a predator studying its prey. He let the words hang between you, heavy with intent. âThe way you fight... the way you move, like nothing else matters but the battle... it��s...â He let out a soft, almost dismissive laugh, but there was no mistaking the heat in his voice. âItâs intoxicating.â
His gaze drifted to the blood on your clothes, the way your chest heaved with each breath, the way your muscles flexed beneath the sweat and the grime of the fight. The bloodâyours or theirs, it didnât matterâonly seemed to fuel the fire in his chest, igniting something that had been simmering beneath the surface.
He stepped closer, closing the distance between you with purpose. âYou look... different,â he murmured, his voice dropping lower, a low growl in the back of his throat. âTired, yes. But also more... alive.â His eyes locked with yours, holding your gaze, the unspoken words between you as thick as the sweat on your skin. âI can see it in your eyesâthe rush, the satisfaction from victory.â
You could feel his presence closing in, his body just a hairâs breadth away from yours, his every movement sharp and deliberate. There was no longer any space between you two, the battlefield forgotten, the dead enemies fading into the background as he loomed over you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
He was studying you now, watching the way your body reacted to his proximity, the slight catch in your breath as you stood tall, still proud in your exhaustion. Wanderer leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.
âIs that what you wanted, doll?â His voice was a whisper, but it was filled with a hunger that made your heart race. âFor me to look at you like this? Wanting you, seeing you in a way thatâs... less respectful and more... desperate.â
A shudder ran through you at the sound of his voice, at the words that lingered in the air between you two. You wanted to push him away, but your bodyâyour sensesâwere screaming for more. This was different. This was dangerous, thrilling, and you couldnât deny the pull.
He reached out, his fingers grazing along your jawline, tracing the curve of your cheek. The touch was light, almost feather-soft, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, making your skin tingle with anticipation.
âBut I think we both know thatâs exactly what you want, isnât it?â His voice was a purr, a low, seductive sound that made your heart race. âTo be seen, to be desired, to be... wanted.â
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. You could feel the heat of his breath, the weight of his gaze as it bore into you. âWell I want you-â
His hand slid down your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tugging gently. âSo tell me, are you ready to give in? To let me have my way with you, right here, right now, where anyone could see?â
His other hand trailed down your side, his touch possessive, claiming. He was so close, his body pressed against yours, his desire palpable in the air between you.
You could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes, the hardness of his muscles, the way he seemed to radiate power and hunger. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and you found yourself leaning into him, your body responding to his touch even as your mind screamed at you to resist.
But you couldnât. Not when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Like he wanted to devour you, to consume you, to make you his in every way possible.
So you surrendered, your lips parting in a silent invitation, your body arching into his touch. And as his lips crashed against yours, you knew that there was no going back and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Your teeth sank into his bottom lip, a sharp, sudden sting that made him gasp. His eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word muffled against your mouth. "So eager, aren't you?"
His hands tightened in your hair, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you.
"That how you wannaâ play it, huh?" he murmured, his voice husky, laced with promise. He nipped at your lip in retaliation, a quick, sharp bite that sent sparks of pleasure-pain racing down your spine.
His hands roamed your body, mapping out your curves. He cupped one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, teasing, taunting.
He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached for the waistband of your pants. His fingers hooked into the fabric, and with a swift, practised motion, he tugged them down, letting them pool around your ankles.
You stepped out of them, now clad in just your shirt and underwear. The cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat in Scaramouche's gaze as it raked over your body.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "I could just eat you up."
His hands slid up your legs, his touch searing even through the thin fabric of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging them down slowly, teasingly.
As he revealed you to him, inch by tantalising inch, his breath hitched. "God, look at you," he murmured, his voice reverent, awed. "So fucking perfect."
His hands mapped out your thighs, your hips, your stomach, worshipping every curve, every dip. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your hipbone, then trailing his lips lower.
"Gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, his voice a dark, seductive purr. "Gonna make you forget everything but the feeling of my mouth on you."
And with that, he sealed his lips over your clit, and the world fell away, leaving only sensation, only pleasure, only him.
His tongue traced the seam of your folds, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent shivers racing up your spine. He savoured the taste of you, the musky sweetness that was uniquely yours. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady as he explored every inch of you.
He started with broad strokes, his tongue lapping at your folds, coating them with his saliva. Then, with agonising slowness, he zeroed in on your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, teasing, tormenting.
"Mmm, you taste divine," he purred, his voice muffled against your flesh. "I could spend hours just worshipping this pretty little pussy."
He punctuated his words with a long, slow lick, from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop of your essence. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you gasp and arch your hips.
His hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you closer, deeper into his mouth. He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, hard, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through you.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. "Let me hear you. Let the whole world know how good I make you feel."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving you higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs trembled, your abs clenched, and you could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"Come for me, doll" he purred.
And with a final, hard suck on your clit, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body convulsing, your juices flooding his mouth as he lapped them up greedily, prolonging your pleasure.
He didn't stop until he was sure you were spent, until the last aftershocks had faded away. Only then did he pull back, his chin glistening with your essence, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
He grabbed your hips, spinning you around with surprising strength. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his body flush against your back.
His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to cup your breast, kneading it roughly. The other slid between your legs, fingers delving into your still-slick folds, teasing your sensitive clit.
He thrust two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly, torturously. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around it, making you gasp and arch into his touch.
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a dark, seductive rumble.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your shoulder. His teeth grazed your flesh, not quite breaking the skin, but enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you.
His free hand moved to his pants, undoing them with practised ease. The sound of a zipper being pulled down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet of the forest. Then, he was tugging his cock free, the hard length pressing against your ass.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, grinding against you. "So fucking perfect."
He lined himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your slick folds.
"Last chance to back out, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
He waited, his body tense, poised on the edge of control. He wanted you, needed you, but he would wait. He would give you one last chance to refuse him, to deny him what he craved most.
But deep down, he knew you wouldn't. He could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. You wanted this just as much as he did, and he could feel it in the way your body trembled against his, the way your hips canted back, silently begging for more.
"Please what, baby?" he purred, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. "Please fuck you?"
He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the delicate skin.
"Or please stop?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing taunt. "Please don't give you what you so desperately need?"
The tip slowly pushed through your folds, but no more. He was so big, so hard, you knew he'd completely stretch you open.
âStop being an idiot and fuck me-â you muttered.
With a low chuckle, he slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking tight."
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the forest, mingling with your mutual moans and gasps.
He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building higher and higher, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
"That's it, baby," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Let me hear you. Let the whole damn world know whoâs fucking you-"
His thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic. The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in his core, threatening to consume him entirely. He could feel you clenching around him, your walls fluttering and squeezing his cock.
"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, his hips snapping against your ass with bruising force. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up. Gonna make you mine."
His hand slid down, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed tight, firm circles around the sensitive nub, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come with me, baby," he demanded, his voice a dark, commanding growl.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his cum, sending you over the edge with him.
You came with a scream, your body convulsing and shaking in his arms. He held you close, his hips still rocking, prolonging your pleasure, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes," he panted, his voice ragged and raw. "That's my good girl."
He peppered your neck with kisses, his teeth grazing your skin. "You did so well, baby.â
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your body wrapped around his. Finally, with a soft groan, he pulled out, his now softening cock slipping from your pussy.
"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. "And then maybe round two when we're inside, hmm?"
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Okay, but, Bruce gentle parenting the fuck out of the Justice League is literally such a funny concept. Like, the only reason it works so well is because of the overwhelming amount JL Daddy Issues; theyâre all secretly desperate for some parental affection and Bruce is so naturally a Dad that he canât help himself.
That gold star thing he used to do with Dick? Where he gave him a little star every time he kept himself safe during a patrol? Same thing works perfectly for Clark. Heâs literally indestructible (but Bruce worries) so whenever he comes out unscathed from a battle (which is most of the time) heâll hand Clark a little golden star sticker. Clark collects those things like theyâre priceless artifacts and sticks them on his laptop.
The anger management therapy he did with Jason? Where heâd run through katas (a series of choreographed martial arts movements) whilst doing breathing exercises? Works like a charm on Diana and Dinah. Theyâre both super powered, so anything Bruce puts in front of her theyâll destroy, so going through a good old fashioned kata before a big mission will help them both focus without risking the destruction of the Watchtower.
The mindful meditation he did with Tim? When theyâd sit in silence until Timâs brain finally trained itself to know rest? Itâs the perfect thing for Barry. Heâs a speedster so his brain moves at about the same pace as Bruce and Timâs (though maybe not quite as analytically); the post-mission meditation sessions are the perfect thing to help him calm down.
The art therapy he did with Damian? Where theyâd paint memories that brought them pain/loneliness/loss/sadness because talking about it was too hard? Surprisingly, both John and Hal are into it. (Must be a Lantern thing.) Neither of them are great artists, but John paints about his time in the army and Hal about his time in the Air Force. Theyâve both lost friends and comrades, have seen the worst of humanity up close, and just canât always verbalize that feelingly of powerlessness even though their the galaxyâs greatest warriorsâbut they can paint it.
The silent chess games heâd play with Cassandra? Whereâd theyâd sit there and pick each others brains without having to say a word, could communicate an immense amount of emotion with the slide of a pawn? Great for Jon. He canât talk into Bruceâs mind (not without considerable effort) and he canât really talk to Bruce about everything that happened to him on Mars, but they can sit and play chess until they both have a mutual understanding of one anotherâs trauma.
All the crocheting heâs done with Steph? Where theyâd sit in front of a fireplace in Wayne Manor and discuss their similarly complex relationships with their parents? Loved to do this with Arthur, of all people. They have to get waterproof Atlantean yarn, but the efforts worth the creations they make during Monitor duty, and itâs one of those rare time when Arthur can really vent about all of his troubles leading a life above and below sea, being a king, his love lifeâanything. Bruce will always listen.
And then, all of the soccer that heâs played with Duke? Where theyâd let loose and just be competitive? Cyborg similarly appreciates this, but prefers football, naturally. Now, Bruce is too old to tackle a Mother-Box-Enhanced human, but that doesnât stop him from covertly setting up pick-up football games on the front lawn of the Hall of Justice every other week.
So yeah. Bruce and his gentle parenting.
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finish her! a toji fushiguro oneshot
pairing ⸺ wrestler!toji x reader
summary ⸺ you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here) creds to @/reynisxxsimart on twitter for art!
warnings ⸺ nasty, NASTY smut, VERY public sex, WWE but pornhub edition, youâre a wrestler fighting toji, so some violence but nothing graphic, fem!reader, HUMILIATION, degradation, you're literally fucked in an arena of people, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (f! recieving), boobplay, very inaccurate depiction of wrestling/WWE, not edited we die like toji
a/n im going to sit in the corner and think about what i just wrote
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the muffled sounds of the crowdâs deafening roar seem to swirl in the space around you, each cheer vibrating through your chest like distant thunder. you take a long, cool sip of water, a welcome contrast to the warm air backstage. lounging back, you let the chair support your weight, your muscles still humming with the residual tension of anticipation. utahimeâs fingers work into your shoulders, and her voice filters through the buzzing atmosphere, calm and steady as she gives you a rundown of the night ahead, though her words seem to blur slightly at the edgesâjust background noise to the constant hum of adrenaline.
âin front of a crowdâdo you understand? and the rules are no fucking, unless all clothes are off first.â
âright,â you affirm, albeit hesitantly. youâre feeling a bit jitterish in anticipation of whatâs to happen, despite having trained months to hone your ability as a wrestler. look, wwe itself can get really suggestive at times, with people giving wedgies, removing certain articles of clothing, or even letting the crowd cop a feel of the defeated to serve as humiliation. not only does it improve publicity, but it also increases viewership of all the horny bastards on the internet to circle the televised clip around in their subreddits or discord servers.
but what you were going to do todayâthat was a bitâŚextreme. it was like bridging the gap between soft core and hard core, with the humiliation turned up to a hundred. because today, you were going to wrestle the man that all femaleâand maleâwrestlers could even dream of having their hands on, even if for a slight moment.
toji fushiguro.
a man of impressive buildâentering a ring with him only meant defeat. heâs had numerous career wins, far exceeding any other. hell, you shouldnât even be matched to wrestle with him today; he outweighs and outranks you by far. the only thing you really have running for you is the sheer amount of fans you have, ready to tune in to your fights and edit your moves and time spent in the fighting ring to songs like âchun liâ and âmaneater.â so, sure, you donât exactly anticipate a win today in that stadium thatâs waiting for you, but youâre no less of a wrestler in your own right. you wonât go down without a fight.
however, today was no normal fight. the wwe had suddenly decided that their viewership was too low, that extreme measures needed to be taken to boost. so, ironically enough they had decided to change the rules just before your momentous match:
all wrestlers must consent to having all and any articles of clothing removed from their person, particularly for sexual intercourse as a reward for the winner.
so, WWE (Pornhubâs Version) (In The Vault).Â
and your luck dictated that this paradigm shift for the organization occur just before your most anticipated match with toji. again, you knew that no amount of training could prevent you from getting utterly humiliated, but it was almost like the gods were laughing down on you, eager to rub in your impending defeat once more. because you were going to get your shit fucked upâ-literally.
âitâs going to be fine,â utahime assures you, and you snap back to the present from your thoughts at the sound of her voice. âjust think about the publicity thisâll get you! not that you donât have any fans of yourself, but there are going to be a lot of people tuned in because of fushiguro.â
you take an inhale in and nod. âyea, thatâs true. i just want to get it over with.â
as if answering your prayers, gojo satoru, the mc, burst into your dressing room. âitâs your time to shine, buttercup!â he grins, ushering you out the door. albeit a bit nervously, you stand up and make your way into the hallway that leads directly into the middle of the arena. âyouâre going to do great!â
as soon as you walk closer and closer to the arena, the screams get louder and louder, the music booming and causing the floor under you to vibrate. the sounds of people surround all your senses, wrapping you up and causing your heartbeat to go faster and faster.Â
reaching the end of the hallway, the arena is filled with light, and you have to blink to get a hold of your sight. surrounding the center boxing ring are stands upon stands of people, hustling and bustling. at the sight of you, cameramen stationed around in various spots through the arena furiously angle their cameras towards you. not only are journalists and the media snapping pictures, blinding you with the flash, but you see yourself displayed on the big screens visible to everyone in the arena. you smile and wave, causing your fans to scream as they register that you have walked in.Â
then, a realization washes over you. these are the same screens that are going to be projected whatever's going to happen during the fight and when you lose.
oh god.
you walk forward, trying to keep up your smile and wave to all of your fans that outstretched their hands, trying to cop a feel and/or get a high five. most of your fans are male (to no one's surprise), and you can feel their eyes roving over you appreciatively, taking in your outfit. it was simple and tight; shorts that just barely covered your ass and was snug around your hips, and a low cut top that couldn't even be called a top. your cleavage was on full display, and the top stopped just below your waist. typically, this is your wrestling attire you wear to a normal match, but you couldn't help but wryly notice that today, your neckline was cut lower than usual. the wwe was really trying to milk this, huh?
you stood just below the boxing ring, eyes anxiously scanning the arena, unconsciously searching for the man you were set to fight. but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't spot his tall, muscular figure either in the ring or in the seat he was supposed to occupy with his manager.
a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to find utahime behind you, a concerned look on her face. "everything alright?"
"yeah," you said, waving her off with a forced smile. "but where is he?"
utahime pointed toward the boxing ring, and then you saw itâa glimpse of black hair.
"alright," you said, swallowing nervously. "i'm heading into the ring. wish me luck."
"wait!" utahime called out, but you were already too far to hear her. gripping the ropes at the edge of the ring, you hauled yourself up and strode toward the center, determined to get a better view. and there, just on the far side of the ring, hidden from your previous angle, was toji fushiguro.
he was lounging back, relaxed, his posture almost lazy as he faced his manager, shiu kong. you couldnât see toji's face from this angle, but his body language indicated that he was the epitome of ease. shiu was saying something to him, and from your best attempt at lip reading, you could just make out the words, "don't break the rules today."
toji, on the other hand, didn't seem to be looking at him (giving 0 fucks, something so classically toji), focusing now towards the big screens everyone else saw in the arena. you turned your gaze towards them as well, only to be taken aback when it was you, a compilation of your best moments in the ring, narrated by gojo.
âand today, fellas, weâre going to see the bombshell y/nâthe maneater, as coined by her fansâ-competing! while her opponent is fushiguro, donât be fooledâshe can pack a mean punch. look at this fight with mei mei; she sweeped the floor with her face!âÂ
satisfied, you looked around, the arena bustling with people getting drinks, being enraptured with your fight on the screen, or pointing at you or toji. toji, on the other hand, was chuckling and shaking his head at your fight, observing as you gave the bitch mei mei a wedgie. which kind of made you flustered, because you had developed a crush on the guy observing him from afar or in passing, so you just focused on shaking out your legs and arms in nervousness.
gojo similarly announced tojiâs fights and compilation, gassing him up for the crowd and it was then that toji finally turned around, uninterested in whatever was going on, and caught your eye. you stared back, breath held involuntarily.Â
his eyes had a predatory glint to them, and he smiled, charmingly in a way that showed off his scar, and they scanned up and down your figure, taking in what you were wearingâor rather, letting his imagination run. nervously, your heart sped up as you clenched your thighs up in anticipation or anxiety, you couldnât choose which, as your mind began running at the speed of light thinking about what was going to happen today.
today, you werenât only going to wrestle toji fushiguro. you were going to fuck him.
but youâre jolted out of your thoughts as gojoâs obnoxious voice blares through the speakers. âgive it up for thee wwe goat, toji fushiguro!â
screams reach an all time high as his smirk is broadcasted to the audience, biceps bulging and flexing as he heaves his way up on the ring, joining you. he waves lazily, roars at an all time high as he stalks his way to you, and you squeeze your nails into your palm out of nervousness.
when gojo announces your name, the male screams rise up in volume, causing you to giggle and fushiguro to roll his eyes from what you can see in the corner of your eye. you give a dainty wave, choosing to wink and blow a kiss to the camera in front of you, causing your fans to scream even louder.
âyou sure got a lotta fanboys, darling.â you jump as toji has now bent down to whisper in your ear, literally sending shivers down your spine.
you force out a laugh. âand you're at no shortage of fangirls yourself, fushiguro.â
he gives you a nonchalant hum, assuming his original position. as gojo continued to yap about the stakes of the round today, the recent rule change, a referee walked over to you both, coming in closer so that you would be able to hear him over the chaos of the arena.
âso, youâre both aware of the rules, right?â he both looked at you, to which you nodded and tojiâs smirk widens. âyou gotta get the otherâs clothes completely off, and the first one to do that wins.â
you gulp, eyeing what toji was wearing today. it was his signature garb, the one he wore to almost every match without fail: grey pants with various sponsorships sewed on, and a black compression shirt. it was definitely very minimal compared to what a lot of the other wrestlers wore, but it was iconic, giving him a lazy, laid back aura that no other wrestler could truly emanate.
it wasnât anything hard to take off in particular.
both of you affirmed your consent to the referee, who then took a step back after wishing you both good luck. you turned, facing toji face on, who had his hand on his hip. âtry to last long, okay?â he smirks, patting your shoulder with his other hand. âiâll try to drag this out as much as i can, but itâs gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.â
you glare, but there isnât much intensity to it because you know heâs much stronger than you. there isnât much to get angry about. âyea, yea,â you huff. âfor all i know, youâll be my personal dildo today.â
he barks out a laugh and looks at the referee, who has one hand raised, the other one poised on his whistle, ready to blow and start the round. itâs starting soon. then, he looks back to you and smiles. âlet the games begin.â
the referee blows the whistle.
at once, you launch yourself towards toji, trying to jump on him to get him off his feet with your weight. instead, he dodges easily and leaves you hurtling towards the floor, making you poise yourself on your hands and feet upon impact. you roll over just as toji tries to tackle you and pin you against your original position on the floor and quickly get up.
however, as youâre steadying yourself on your feet, toji grabs your ankle, causing you to lose your balance and giving him the advantage to pin himself on top of you, his mouth breathing heavily next to your ear, whispering so it was just the two of you that could hear his words. âwhat do you think i should take off first?â he laughs deeply, the vibration causing you to shiver and try to squirm to get out of his hold, to no avail. âshould it be these?â he snakes his hands down to grope your tits, giving them a firm squeeze, much to the arenaâs pleasure. âor should i take these off of you?â he slaps your ass, making you blush furiously.
âfuck you,â you hiss as his hands catch on the edge of your shorts.
he gives you a sweet, small kiss on your temple. âdonât worry, baby,â he smiles. âyouâll be doing that anyways.â and with that, he pulls at your shorts until the waistbandâs elastic rips, leaving your shorts in tatters until he throws the remains of it away, baring your panty-covered ass to the crowd, which immediately grows wild.
you crane your neck to look at the screen, which is currently focused on tojiâs hands feeling up your ass, dipping inside your underwear to knead the flesh. your heart is pounding, the thought i need to get the upper hand flashing continuously across your mind. itâs almost as if youâre drowning, the noises of the crowd blurring together until it was only you and tojiâs weight on you. you barely heard the announcer exclaim, âtoji is currently in the lead!â as you focused on calculating your next move.
it was time to pull out all the stops.Â
turning your head until you were making eye contact with him, you bit your lip, momentarily distracted him with the 180 turn of your actions, now nonchalant rather than the flailing you were doing earlier. then, you raised your hips, meeting your backside with his crotch in an effort to catch him off guard and to make him lose balance. then, you maneuvered yourself so your thighs surround tojiâs waist and hump your hips against his bulge. this momentarily distracted and weakened toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. you quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. the whole stadium, in fact, can see his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.
smirking while peering down at him, you slowly grind your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, making a show of spinning around his shirt with your hand to mock him. tojiâs eyes darken, but a mirthless smile flashes across his face anyways. âdamn, take me out to dinner first.â
you flash him one of your own humorless smirks, happy that you got at least one thing against him. âi donât fuck anyone before the first day, honey. this is just another cheap fuck.â with that, you yank his head back with his hair roughly, making a show of motorboating his pecs, as if to mock him.
instead of getting angry, he chuckles darkly. âyouâre going to regret that. i was going to drag this out, princess, but i gotta fuck the brat out of you.â with that, he spins you around just as quicklyâif not quickerâpinning you against the ground with your hands held above your head in one hand in a vice grip, the other groping its way down your body. he buries his face in your neck, salaciously licking the length of it. with his free handânow stationed around your titsâhe grabs at the hem of your top, pulling it up so everyone could see your lace bra. mockingly, he plants his face in the middle of your tits, moving his head side by side to motorboat you just as you had done to him, the soft plush of your tits encompassing his face.
the crowd cheers, even more so than they had when you had ripped his shirt off, as toji completely rips the top off as you squirm, making the removal even easier for him. you can feel all eyes on you as toji reaches for the clip of your bra, unhooking it and making your tits pop out. helplessly, you look at the screen, your writhing making them move in a jiggling motion, sweat shining and giving you the âoiled-upâ look. he takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. âwhat a sensitive girl,â he coos. âtoo bad she was too weak. now sheâs going to have to take my cock.â
with that, he teasingly closes the distance between the waistband of your panties and his teeth, mouth snagging on the elastic. slowly, he drags them down, unveiling your glistening pussy for all eyes to see, and the crowd goes wild, chanting random requests at toji to do the most heinous things to you. as soon as youâre completely naked, he grabs you by the waist, propping you up against one of the corner posts. youâre now standing up, tearfully facing the arena as the wrestler kneels behind you, burying his face and nosing his way until your pussy, lapping up your wetness.
at the unexpected feeling of his tongue, you yelp, and toji slaps your ass. âstay still.â acquiescing, he licks up long stripes and shakes his head to grind his nose into your cunt, pleasuring you while humiliating you in front of everyone, forcing you to succumb to the pleasure heâs making you feel. while licking you, he groans. âfuck, this pussy is so sweet. iâve run out of patience, fuck the performance part.â
with that, toji flips you over so youâre on your hands and knees on the floor and pulls down his pants. you donât even look back at the monster thatâs about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.Â
he drags his cock teasingly through your folds, and then brings it out to slap it against your ass, humming appreciatively at the recoil. then, as if heâs lost patience, heâs slowly entering you, pushing against your pussyâs resistance as he penetrates you in front of the whole arena. âfuck!â he groans, getting a better grip on you as he pushes your head down on the mat and fully goes to pound town. Â
the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. âthe fuck this pussyâs so tight for? thought you were a slut?â
youâre tearing up, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot straight on making you clench hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pummeling you and his hands on your body, feeling you up. clearly, he knew how to pleasure a woman, and it made you all the more annoyed. you were fucked out, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, âyouâre not turning me on, small dick.â
he did not like that very much.
toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. âyea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? why is she dripping, you whore?â as if to demonstrate his point, he brings his fingers to rub at your clit furiously, collecting the wetness that had dripped down from your hole then shoving his fingers into your mouth. âsuck.â when you did just that, suckling at his fingers while hollowing your hot, wet heat around the appendages.Â
at that, he groaned. âwhat a little cockwhore. shoulda made you suck my dick instead.â
in retaliation, you bite his fingers, hard, and then spit them out. âi wouldâve bit your micro off.â
toji hisses, grabbing the hair at your scalp and pulling on it until your face was up, his mouth at your ear. âjust for that, iâm going to come inside of your slutty pussy.â he speeds up, moving his hips faster and fast. the hand that wasnât at your hair is now sneaking his way down your back, until you gasp.
because heâs inserted his thumb inside your ass.
âoh, ho ho,â he laughs mockingly. âyou liked that, didnât you?â you offer him no response, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of the sheer amount of pressure you were feeling down there, being doubly stuffed. by now, your orgasm has been steadily building because of the sheer power of tojiâs stroke game, but as soon as he hits your spot one last time, your eyes roll back, causing you to arch your back and writhe due to the intensity of your orgasm.
youâre breathing heavily, toji fucking you roughly through it. once youâve gotten a hold of your sense, you come back to reality as you realize that the crowd has adopted a rhythm to their chants, your fans and his screaming the same thing.
cum! cum! cum!
and toji only chortles as he continues your thirst, looking at you once again, and you can tell that heâs staving his orgasm back just after experiencing your clenches with the way heâs biting his lips, sweat running down from his temple to his abs. âwhat do you say, baby? wanna give the crowd what theyâre asking for?âÂ
all it takes is a whimpered please, and toji just does what the crowd asks of him. ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear toji declared as winner.Â
as you exhaustedly lift your head up, you see that cameras are out all around you, focused on the screen. youâre flustered when you realize the billboard is displaying tojiâs cum seeping out of you.
A hand on your shoulder. âyou good?â tojiâs looking at you, eyes twinkling.
you let out a breath. âyea,â you laugh, out of breath. âgood round.â
and heâs huffing, giving you a hand to get on your back. you can only lie on the ground as he barks for clothes to be put on you and for some water. then he turns to look at you once more, eyes twinkling. âwanna go for more in my hotel?â
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what happens when sukunaâs precious little jewel actually does get pregnant ???
Iâm so glad you asked Anon hehe
Concubine!reader x Sukuna thoughts part 1 here
Tags; Pregnancy, Concubine!fem!Reader, smut below cut, breeding kink, size difference, bit of lactation kink
Sukuna is not surprised when it happens after all the hard work you both put into realizing his dream. He notices a subtle change in your smell, in the energy that pulsates around you when he caresses his hand over your body. A wide grin splits on his face as he lays his hand over your lower stomach, his chest sturdy against your back. He canât help but nuzzle his face against the side of your head, inhaling more of your intoxicating smell. âIt took.â. Those simple words have your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest, looking back at him to ensure you understood correctly. âYouâre with child.â
Heâs overjoyed with the prospect of having a baby, an heir of his own. Heâs more affectionate than he ever was, taking time to settle you close against him, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the growing bump on your stomach. He even caresses your hair and kisses you in an attempt to comfort you when you feel pain, all of it shockingly gentle for Sukuna. In his mind thereâs a simple explanation. You did as he wanted, and you continue to do your duty well, ensuring his child is safe and growing strong inside you even when it hurts you, so you should be rewarded for it.
Sukuna has always been wary of others, but with the pregnancy he turns outright paranoid. With the amount of enemies he has he worries that one might now lash out and target you and your baby. He focuses more on maintaining barriers around the house, has someone sample your food in front of him before itâs allowed to be served to you, and you never sleep alone anymore, him always curled protectively against your side. He also decides to dismiss a large portion of his harem, not trusting them to have your best interest in mind. He knows how jealous humans can get, had seen women scratch each others eyes out just to get ahead of the other, and so the only other concubines allowed to stay are the ones you claim are your friends. He still keeps a careful eye on them, only truly allowing it because he knows that when the time comes, you will need women to aid you through it, and he doesnât trust random midwives more than he trusts them.
Sukuna will spoil you more than ever, making sure you are comfortable in whatever way he can offer. The pregnancy is clearly taking a toll on you, your stomach having grown large and heavy, and he almost worries the size difference between you that excited him so might become the death of you. He carries you basically everywhere the last two months, wrapping you up in his strong arms and doing anything you need of him. Itâs quite ironic; you used to be the one helping him get dressed, fawning over your master, and now he does the opposite for you. Though you know itâs out of necessity, it still makes your heart flutter.
That Sukuna is stressed out when you finally give birth is putting it lightly. He waits outside as customary, trying to appear stoic but panicking on the inside at your pained screams. As soon as he hears a baby cry, he barges in, watching as another concubine places the child against your bare chest. He quickly finds himself on his knees beside you, brushing one large hand over your sweaty forehead to comfort you as the other joins you in holding your baby. Itâs a daughter, but sheâs healthy and strong, screaming her lungs out for a minute more before calming down. You laugh, and he breathes in deeply, knowing you both made it. Relieve makes him bend forward and press a kiss to your forehead, leaning back just in time to see the childâs eyes open. Four in total, just like her father, but with the scarlet stare replaced by the lovely color of your eyes.
It surprises everyone, including you, how much of an involved father he is, holding his baby as often as he can, a large finger prodding at her pouty lips till she smiles and coos. When you apologize to him for not giving him a son, he stares at you blankly, gesturing for you to rise from where you kneel before him, putting one hand on your cheek as two others still cradle your baby. âI donât need your apology. The child is healthy, and you will give me a son next time.â The surprise is evident on your face as your eyes snap to his. Not only is he being benevolent, but he also just said he wants another child with you. You were afraid he would discard you like a broken toy after this, no longer interesting enough to him, but it seems you still manage to hold your position as his favorite, bringing a smile to your face.
It has to be said that Sukuna canât take his eyes off of you from the moment that tiny bump appears on your stomach. Thereâs something about it, about you, that makes every fiber of his being crave touching you. Maybe itâs that famous pregnancy glow, or maybe itâs the fact that he knows heâs the one who fucked a baby into you. Youâre his, more clearly now than ever, and it excites him beyond his own comprehension.
Luckily for Sukuna, the hormones coursing through your body have you seeking him out desperately throughout most of your pregnancy. The first few months he fucks you like he wants to ruin you, rutting into you like an addict, but as soon as you really start showing he becomes more gentle. He wouldnât risk seriously hurting you or his child, often seating you in his lap as he thrusts into you, his mouth lapping at your sweet neck. You still mewl so sweetly for him, so eagerly, and he already knows he might want to do this all over again after youâve given him his first child.
Sukuna takes such good care of his little jewel, even massaging your poor sore breasts, teasing your aching nipples with his tongue. The changes to your body have him drooling all over you, his hands constantly on your growing breasts or belly. It becomes a guilty pleasure of his to touch you there, enjoying just having you on his lap as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, loving the way you squirm against him.
You find some of the changes quite embarrassing, especially when your breasts start leaking milk as you enter your third trimester. He only grins wolfishly when he notices the wet patches on the fabric covering your breasts, tutting as he pulls you to his chambers. âYou need to relieve the pressure, little one.â And of course your benevolent master knows just how to do it, massaging your breasts till more drops come out, making sure heâs right there to help you through it all. This definitely gets far worse after youâve given birth and your milk fully comes in, aching painfully to be released, Sukuna hot on your heels after ensuring your baby is fed to âhelpâ you.
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I love it when my husband has a bad day.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.
Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.
When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.
We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.
I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).
I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.
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WAS IT 'CASUAL' WHEN...? â TWST 1ST YEARS
Headcanons on the 'casual' things you do with him that made him wish that there was something more between you.
CW đ sfw, gn!reader, reader is implied to fit in Deuce's clothes in his part, pining
CHARAS đ Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, and Sebek Zigvolt
AN đ mostly* edited now đđ
ACE TRAPPOLA â you slept in the same bed?
Ramshackle isn't exactly known for having the best facilities or furniture, and that is a fact Ace has to make peace with whenever he gets kicked out by Riddle. It's always a little too chilly at night and the floors still creak beneath his feet. Even with a makeover, half of the beds are broken and that stiff couch downstairs is your next best bet at getting some semblance of sleep.
You insisted you really didn't mind sharing a bed at all and Ace took you up on your offer. In his words, "if you say so then!" Just create an invisible partition down the middle and the two of you should be fine. Sure, yeah, that'll be infinitely more comfortable than the couch, and Ace absolutely agrees. He repeats the thought to himself over and over againâ this is supposedly the better alternative, isn't it?
Yeah, totally. He tries to convince himself that it's really not a big deal for him to be inches away from you at night and feel your warmth spreading through the sheets. God, you'd think he's a weirdo if you woke up and caught him staring right now, but he could always twist it into a dumb joke about your sleeping face looking like an ogre. Consequently, he would have to watch your face twist in annoyance and pretend he wasn't watching every rise and fall of your chest. He would rather lose his magic entirely than admit the ugly truth and make himself vulnerable to you.
Ace does realize he's being embarrassingly sappy and romantic, and he's disgusted at himself for these thoughts, but he can't help it. He can't change the fact your lips look so soft and your eyelashes are so pretty. This is freaking him out so much more than it should. Does this really mean nothing to you? Do really only see him as a friend? Fine, then the two of you are just friends sharing a bed then!
It's really nothing! Ace was the one who joked about it months ago, after all. But things (and his feelings) have changed and he cannot ignore that. Back then it wouldn't have been such a big deal, but now it is and he cannot calm his heart down no matter how hard he tries.
You're right there. It's not the first time he had to share a bed with someone but it's different now because it's you. He did the math and the two of you are only 10 inches apart. Ace almost reaches for you in his weakest moment until he remembers that the two of you are supposedly just two friends sharing a bed. You're doing him a favor by sheltering him for the night, that's all.
Ace retracts his hand right away at the very last second. He might have as well taken the goddamn couch (lest either of you wake up in each other's arms).
DEUCE SPADE â he lent his clothes?
You came here with next to nothing. You had exactly one change of clothes and pocket lint for change, so Deuce, being the righteous and honorable student that he is, decided to lend you some of his clothes for the meantime. It's what a good friend would do! It's a temporary arrangement that would last only until Crowley spares enough change for you to buy another set of uniforms.
But this arrangement drags on for so long even when you have a functional closet and multiple sets of better-fitting clothes. Deuce never really noticed until recently that a third of your (albeit very limited) wardrobe actually belongs to him. But whenever you tug on his sleeves for his latest sweater, he doesn't have the heart to tell you no.
When he went home during break, his mom even noticed that certain sweaters and shirts had gone missing. "I left them at the college," he tells her as to not worry her. It's technically the truthâ it's back with you in the college (and you're probably wearing them right now; the mental image is enough to fluster him all of the sudden when it never did before). He has to get them back eventually since those clothes are his. He's sure you wouldn't mind? Right?
Simply asking for them back is the difficult part for Deuce. You're there in front of him wearing one of his older shirts that fit snugly around your figure and he's at a loss for words. It's worn down and outright hideous as hell but the very first thought that comes to mind is that you look good in it.
Ah, yeah. You walk around campus on non-school days wearing his clothes 1/3rd of the time and nobody else knows that those jackets and shirts and sweaters and button-ups are all his. You make even the ugliest ones look good, or maybe it's because you're the wearer and you always looked good to him? Do his eyes need to be checked...? Deuce is tortured by these thoughts while merrily go about your day. You're laughing at something stupid that Grim said and he can't hear anything else. There's a fight in the courtyard but he can't see anything else. There's a midterm tomorrow but he can't think of anything else. You're too distracting.
When you finally do remember to return a shirt or two, Deuce tells you there's really no need to return them. He insists that they're better off with you, but you laugh and remind him that you're no longer the same pathetic charity case you were at the start of the year.
The truth is, your scent still lingers on recently returned shirts. It's the closest he'll get to being skin-to-skin with you, and Deuce is supposed to ignore that but he cannot. Or maybe he's the only one making this weird for the two of you because it doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest (and he's bothered by that).
But when Deuce looks at the recently returned shirts in his hands, he hopes he has a chance. He hopes you think of him as much as he thinks of you. He hopes the odds of him not actually liking you after all make your guts churn and set butterflies in your chest at the same time. He hopes he isn't the only one yearning for used shirts, lingering scents, and ghost touches. But at the same time, you've only ever asked these kinds of favors from him... Deuce doesn't want to assume anything, but a blush creeps upon his cheeks all the same and he continues to hope for more.
JACK HOWL â you played with his ears and tail?
Beastmen weren't a thing back in your world, so seeing them regularly made you morbidly curious about their animalistic features. Jack was easily the best candidate to satisfy your intrusive thoughts because just who else could you ask about this? Leona wasn't exactly an option and Ruggie might rope you into some scheme of his. And Jack owed you a favor, after all, so this is what you decided to ask of him.
Jack's ears twitchedâ did he hear you correctly? His face scrunches up in confusion because you barely knew each other for you to be asking something like this. How could you ask something so personal from him? It's in your innocently eager expression that he realizes what's going on... you just didn't know. Fine, it should mean nothing to you and thus he agrees to let you pet his tail and ears for five seconds. Maximum.
It's supposed to be a one time thing but he finds him involuntarily offering up his tail whenever you look him like that. He's not even sure how it got to this point. After all, there are romantic connotations of having your tail petted by someone else and... nevermind. Ruggie and Leona have started simultaneously teasing him over it the very moment they caught wind of this peculiar arrangement. It doesn't help that Jack's tail is particularly sensitive and reactive, but he keeps a straight face no matter how much it embarrasses him.
Jack doesn't understand why you're so fascinated by his tail and ears because there are so many others just like him. However, he supposes it's not an entirely terrible feeling, though, to have your fingers absentmindedly rake across his tail and hair as the two of you study. It's relaxing, even, but he won't tell you that. Jack will never tell you that it gives him goosebumps all over and makes him shiver whenever you play with his tail. Or that he's begun wondering what it would be like to have your hands elsewhere, or for him to touch you in similar ways in return.
He doesn't understand why he craves your company but doesn't question it either. All he knows is that your hands are so soft and gentle and that he likes the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile in satisfaction. And when you hum a soft tune as the gap between the two of you closes, he wonders if he's the only one feeling this tension.
"Again?" Jack huffs. The pretext of this being a silly favor has been long forgotten. He should probably tell you soon that you shouldn't be doing this, but you just look so pleased with yourself when the two of settle down in a lesser-known corner of the library. The routine persists, the cycle continues. Hours later, the both of you have gone through multiple bags of chips, two movies on his laptop, and his tail is now comfortably curled around your abdomen as you read a book and he tends to his beloved cactus.
Again? Jack silently asks himself whenever he sees your face in a crowd. Could the two of you spend hours in a comfortable silence while the unsaid implications haunt him? He's started to ask himselfâ were you just playing dumb at this point or just plain stupid? Or what if you had known all along and the two of you were just dancing around it?
EPEL FELMIER â you kissed him?
Epel eventually learns to use the way others perceive him to his advantage; there's strength in appearing to be weak and striking when the iron is hot. Still, he couldn't help but wish to be seen for his talents and strength instead of his beauty at the first glance. The first assumption everyone makes of him, for god's sake, is that he's a fragile little thing from a rich family, and, quite frankly, he's sick of it.
So he's secretly delighted when none of his charms worked on you and you yank him by the ear for even attempting. A few curse words and rough shoves later, both of you are on the floor, grappling and wrestling against each other. The two of you are laughing so hard and swearing so loudly that you'll probably wake up the rest of Pomefiore at this rate, but neither of you care. It's just the two of you right now grasping at each other like your life depended on it.
It's a nice change of pace to be openly exchanging insults instead of restraining himself. He enjoys the comfortable rhythm the two of you shareâ from all the brawls and the bantering and the hugs and to the kisses on the cheek. Yes, kisses. They started as simple thank you's after a few favors here and there, and just one of them is enough to make a mess out of Epel for weeks. Better yet, you only seem to be showering him with more and more of your attention and he relishes in it.
Ah, things are finally working out for him! He found someone he could confide in and he's sure that there's a spark between the two of you. By the end of the year, he might have someone to bring home and brag about to his relativesâ
All the momentum halts when he sees you across the hall granting the rest of your friends the same levels of affection. From all the brawls to the bantering to the hugs and the kisses, none of those were ever solely his to take delight upon. It doesn't matter that he opened up to you about all his fears and insecurities because he was never special. You were just the kind of person who got along and felt comfortable with everyone around you, but Epel hates that he has no one to blame but himself. He willingly walked your warmth but it was never his to take.
It finally dawns upon him that you have never seen him in a romantic light and that was why you were so comfortable around him. In retrospect, the bond you two shared was more sibling-like than anythingâ and believe him when he says he's incredibly grateful that the two of you were that close âbut it doesn't make it hurt any less to know that your affections never carried any romantic intentions after he had pinned for you for so long.
Even when he takes a step back, you're cruel in a roundabout way by continuing to be so kind and loving towards him. How was Epel supposed to make sense of your relationship after realizing he misunderstood you...?
And he also hates to admit this, but his self-confidence takes a huge blow from this. Epel genuinely thought he could be loved for who he was based on the time you spent together. It gnaws at him and eats him alive to finally know the truth, and sometimes he wishes he never found out at all.
SEBEK ZIGVOLT â you wrote him love letters?
So, Sebek asked (demanded) to be penpals...
It's all because Lilia told him it would be a good exercise of diplomacy, he insisted. As the young master's bodyguard, he will have to be as courteous as possible even in unpleasant company. He also rationalized, admittedly partly because of you, that forging bonds with magicless humans may be a worthwhile endeavor after all! It's all rather suspicious (and you suspect his real intentions have something to do with your friendship with Malleus), but Sebek has never been one to lie about his intentions. If anything, the popular opinion was that he's a little too honest and should learn a thing or two about holding back.
There's something very unconventional in sending handwritten letters in this day and age of modern technology, but also something very romantic and fantasticalâ much like the many fictional knights he had read about. It helps a lot that he's not directly confronted by the fact you are very much a magicless human who shouldn't be in NRC whenever he spills out his heart's contents unto multiple pages. It was a way for him to release his frustrations, celebrate his achievements, and talk about the dull, little things thats happened in his day-to-day life to someone who listened.
And listen you did. Turns out, when you're not subjected to his 1000 decibel shouting, Sebek is a rather earnest guy who worked hard and acknowledged others who also worked equally as hard no matter their disposition. To say the least, you understand why Lilia found it so entertaining to tease him.
It completely flies over his head that you had been flirting with him for months through these letters. Your everyday interactions with each other had been completely normal, so how was he supposed to notice?! It takes multiple rereads and many late-night discussions with the other Diasomnia dormers to decode and understand all the double entendres and hidden 'i love you's' in each and every letter. It was so needlessly difficult, but Lilia laughs in his face and pats him at the back for a job well-done.
"There's no way," he thinks to himself late at night and finds himself doubting Lilia's claims for once. But when Sebek steals a glance in your direction and you smile back in return, he's never felt weaker in his knees. You're absolutely and undeniably magic-less... but somehow you had casted a spell that made his chest tighten and shut him up. He hadn't even realized how much time he was spending with you and thinking about you when he wasn't.
Except nothing has changed in-person. You're acting like you hadn't meticulously hidden your affections for him in those letters, and he was starting to seriously doubt all of it. Yeah, were you event smart enough to pull off all that? As some magic-less human?
Actually... Sebek realizes that you are capable of outsmarting him after getting to know you much better through those letters. He's never been one to deny where credit it was due. Now, Sebek's just deeply ashamed that he failed to accurately assess your character before making judgements based on superficial traits. He knows better than anyone that you're witty, charming, brave, kind, beautiful, ambitiousâ
Oh no.
Oh no.
Sebek simply explodes on the spot once he realizes that he had been oblivious to his own feelings for you too. He had thoroughly examined every aspect of this conundrum except from within. Quite embarrassing from an esteemed knight of the prince of nocturnal fae to be this slow, really.
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hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3
WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?
featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.
n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3
GOJO SATORU
the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.
"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."
he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."
you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. weâve been fighting constantly, and itâs exhausting.â
the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."
tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.â
he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "youâre not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."
you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.â then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. âwe keep hurting each otherâŚâ
his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."
NANAMI KENTO
nanamiâs expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. âplease, sit down,â he said softly, gesturing to the couch. âwe need to talk about this calmly.â
you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.
âwhy do you want to break up?â he asked, his voice steady and soothing.
âlike i said,â stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. âi feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.â
he nodded, listening intently. âi understand,â he said, his tone even. âbut breaking up isnât the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.â
nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. âevery relationship has its challenges,â he said gently. âwhat matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if weâre both willing to try.â
CHOSO KAMO
his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. âplease, donât say that,â he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. âyou canât just say that, baby.â
you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. âchoso, donât hold me back..â
he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. âi know itâs been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.â
feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. âi just, i donât know what to do with us.â your voice breaking.
choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. âevery relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and iâm committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."
he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. âiâm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?â
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
your boyfriendâs shocked eyes became wider. âwhat? no!â he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. âthatâs not how you solve this problem.â
with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towardsââ
âiâm fucking trying, okay?â you hurried to cut his explanation. âyou always have a logical answer for everything,â biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? âbut it doesnât change how i feel. it hurts, and i donât see a way out of this.â
megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. âiâm sorry.â
ââŚâ
âlook, i need you to hear me,â
âi donât want to fight either, heck, iâm too tired to argue,â he gently pulled you into an embrace. âbut i donât want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."
"letâs be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.â
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