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kingkaisen · 3 months ago

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do you still take requests for scenarios with your dad!gojo fics? if you are, can i pretty please request gojo wanting alone time with reader all day but the three kids (well, two teenagers) keeps cockblocking unintentionally (like always wanting reader's assistance or attention whenever gojo makes a move on reader lol) thank you! ♡

ALONE TIME? || 彡

SATORU G.

♡ — SUMMARY: You & Satoru have adopted two teenagers, Yuji and Megumi. Along with that, you both have a young biological daughter. Sometimes, your household can get a little chaotic, and Satoru can’t seem to get any alone time with you.

♡ — CONTENT: 18+ ONLY // MDNI || suggestive, tiny bit of smut. reader’s busy and whatnot, gojo’s pouty and lovesick (:

♡ — WORD COUNT: 1K

♡ — AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is part of my Dad!Gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary!

The Saturday morning that followed what had been a chaotic week for the Gojo household would be one dedicated to cleaning your messy home — you swore upon it.

However, Satoru was not making it easy.

Your husband was helping out — sure. He wiped down the kitchen island and scrubbed the dirty stovetop after spraying it with a bottle of multipurpose cleaner.

However, he also decided to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off the veins in his arms . . . the muscles that flexed with every stroke of his cleaning rag . . .

Today might have been a cleaning day, but Satoru personally had plans to mess up any room he could catch you alone in.

— ♡ —

Another dirty t-shirt was sprayed with stain remover before being tossed in the washing machine. You were almost done with prepping the dark load of clothes.

It was rather humorous how, when you grabbed Satoru’s zip-up jacket out of the basket, your dear husband was walking through the laundry room door as if you had summoned him.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who was walking through the door, not only because you knew how every family member’s footsteps sounded, but because Satoru was quick to shut the door, approach you from behind, and wrap his arms around your waist.

“When you’re finished with that load, I have another load waiting for you,” Satoru whispered in your ear.

“Oh my goodness, when did you come up with that joke? Either way, it’s too bad, ‘cause I already stripped the bed and washed the sheets,” you gave a soft giggle as Satoru pressed his hard bulge against you.

He trailed kisses along the side of your neck.

“Who said we needed a bed? We have the folding station,” he paused, his large hands rubbing your hips, “the top of the washing machine, the floor-”

Three knocks interrupted Satoru. You two quickly separated, scattering like bugs as Yuji opened the door.

“Mom?” Yuji walked in, a guilt-ridden look on his face.

Whatever currently troubled the teenager was enough of a distraction to make him unaware of the sudden odd behavior you and Satoru were displaying, as he didn’t even notice that you were folding dirty laundry and Satoru was pretending to stare at a picture on the wall.

“What is it, hun?”

“Me and Megumi were trying to clean one of the bathrooms, and uh, the door got jammed. He’s stuck.”

You sighed softly. Not again.

“Babe, will you . . .” you turned around to face Satoru. You gestured towards the laundry as you started to follow Yuji out the room, indicating for him to finish putting the load in the washing machine.

“I got it,” Satoru said, though he couldn’t help but groan with great annoyance.

This was, without a doubt, not the kind of load he had in mind.

— ♡ —

There were quite a few different words one could use to describe Satoru Gojo; said words changed drastically depending on who you asked. However, if there was one word that could sum up your husband today, it was persistent.

Oh, and, perhaps, pouty, as he was currently sprawled out across the couch, his lips pulled into a little frown.

Being that it was a beautiful Saturday and your family managed to wrap up cleaning time a little ways past noon, he was certain that Maya, your young daughter, would want to have a playdate with her best friend, and Megumi and Yuji would go roam around town with their friends, sipping on sodas and spending their hard-earned mission money on movie tickets, junk food, and whatever gadgets or knick-knacks teenagers were into these days.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Not only did his dear daughter want to spend the day at home, but his sons too. And those sons of his invited some of their friends over as well.

Ordinarily, Satoru would have been fine with that decision. After all, your household tended to follow an “open door” policy — because Jujutsu High School sucked, the few students he had with living family members had ones that sucked, and this world? Well, it sucked too.

That left those traumatized teenagers without anyone to truly love or care for them when they were in need, and damn it all, Satoru wouldn’t stand for it. You wouldn’t stand for it. Therefore, those kids knew they could always come to you and Satoru whenever they wanted.

So, here Satoru was, opening his front door and stepping to the side to make way for Nobara, Toge, Maki . . . just how many teenagers were strolling through his door?

“Sure you guys just don’t want a house key at this point?” Satoru mumbled sarcastically, scratching his head.

“Sounds like a great idea,” you replied, though he was talking to his students. You were wiping your hands on a kitchen towel, smiling warmly at the group filling the foyer. “We better get on that, Satoru. I’ve been thinking they should be able to come and go as they like.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Gojo,” Nobara grinned, then turned her head, giving Satoru a playful glare.

Satoru shut the door with a sigh, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. That unmistakable kindness — that caring nature — was one of the many reasons he fell in love with you all those years ago.

Resting his hand on Yuta’s head and ruffling his hair, Satoru looked at you and said, “I know where this is going. I’ll look for a bigger house so they can move in.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking.” Satoru ran his large hand across his face. He approached you, wrapping his hand around your wrist. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Hold on,” you turned your head over your shoulder to face the teenagers as your husband started to drag you away. “Megumi and Yuji are upstairs, there’s lunch in the kitchen if anyone’s hungry, what else, what else? Oh, Toge, I fixed the hole in your uniform. Maki, I-”

“Yeah, yeah, they get it, you love them,” Satoru interrupted.

Once you both made it down a hallway and the group was no longer within your line of sight, you looked at the back of Satoru’s head, frowning, though he couldn’t see it.

“Why are you dragging me?”

“Because if I don’t, you’ll start baking cookies, or brushing someone’s hair, or rearranging our closet,” Satoru led you to the guest bedroom, pausing to listen as he heard the beat of various footsteps headed upstairs — far enough away. “And there’s something else you need to do right now.”

“And what’s that?” You asked.

He twisted the door open.

“Fuck me, of course,” Satoru pulled you into the guest bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. “What a dumb question.”

“That’s all I’m good for in your eyes, hm?” You said playfully with a little smile.

“Hush, you’re good for a lot of things and you know it,” Satoru approached you. He leaned down, planting a kiss along your neck. “One of them just happens to be sucking me off.”

He kissed your jaw, mumbling, “damn it, I love you.”

Oh, he was needy. Just as desperate as he was in the laundry room that morning, if not more.

Because of that, it didn’t take long for you both to find yourselves half-naked, sprawled out across the comforter. Satoru climbed over you. He kissed every part of your skin that his lips could reach right now — your lips, neck, jaw, collarbones, and chest.

And your chest was where his lips lingered. He gently sucked on your skin, lifting your back off of the bed slightly so he could remove your bothersome bra. You gripped his white hair, and your touch was enough to make his hard cock ache terribly with need.

But, just as he managed to unhook your bra, just as soft, sweet moans were falling from between your lips and filling his ears, someone knocked on the guest bedroom door.

“Maya wants everyone to play hide-and-seek,” Megumi announced from the other side.

“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “We’ll be right out, we’re just . . . cleaning up. Someone forgot to dust in here.”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled back. He then walked away.

You started to get off of the bed, rehooking your bra.

“Sorry, honey. Maybe they’ll all settle down later on,” you said to Satoru, who was now lying on the bed, his head hidden underneath a pillow.

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out, all before rolling out of bed to toss his shirt back on.

— ♡ —

Satoru endured the world’s longest game of hide-and-seek. He watched you put Maya down for a nap. You then listened to a twenty-minute battle story the group of teenagers wanted to tell you. And, much as he predicted, you did end up baking cookies.

By the time you pulled that last tray of cookies out of the oven, Satoru was simply fed up.

You barely had enough time to turn off the oven before he — much like he did earlier — grabbed your wrist and started to drag you.

But he wasn’t taking you to the guest bedroom, or any room far enough away from the others.

You were sitting in the passenger seat of your car in the blink of an eye. Satoru whipped out of the driveway as fast as he could, ready to throw his money at a nice hotel room for just one night.

— ♡ —

Finally, he had you all to himself. He shot Megumi and Yuji a quick message:

We’ll be back tomorrow. Watch over Muffin. Your friends can spend the night there if they want. Brush your teeth before you go to bed.

Then, after tossing his phone on the nightstand, he finally was able to treat himself to his perfect wife. Oh, did he have so many plans for you.

Satoru was lovingly thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he enjoyed your warmth. He was on the brink of an orgasm — god, he was in heaven. Heaven. — when suddenly, the hotel room’s phone started to ring.

You reached over to grab it despite his protests, answering with, “Hello?”

It was the front desk with a noise complaint.

— NEXT PART.

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drewswife · 5 months ago

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cuteness aggression with Rafe

warnings: fluff with suggestive

summary: y/n is too in love with her bf getting cuteness aggression while he's doing work at his office

My heart fluttered as I watched Rafe through the office window. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were narrowed in concentration as he navigated a particularly tricky spreadsheet. He sighed frustrated, his brow furrowed.

I giggled, the sound muffled by my hand. Oh, how I loved this man. His intense focus, the way his jaw clenched when he was determined, the way his whole body seemed to radiate an almost tangible energy… it was all utterly captivating.

But it was his vulnerability that truly set my heart aflutter. The way his shoulders slumped when he couldn’t solve a problem, the way he bit his lip when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he finally cracked a smile… it was all too much for me.

I wanted to reach through the glass, ruffle his hair, and kiss those furrowed brows better. I wanted to whisper encouragement in his ear, to remind him that he was brilliant and capable. I wanted to tease him about his grumbling, to make him laugh until his eyes watered.

But I also wanted to… well, let’s just say that Rafe’s intense focus had a certain… effect on me. The way his chest muscles flexed under his shirt as he typed, the way his hands moved with a practiced grace… it was all incredibly distracting.

I bit my lip, trying to reign in my thoughts. I couldn’t just barge into his office and confess my… desires. Besides, he was working. I wouldn’t want to be interrupted either.

But the temptation was too strong. I took a deep breath, then tapped on the window. Rafe looked up, startled, then a slow smile spread across his face. He mouthed the words, “Five minutes,” and gestured towards his watch.

I grinned back, already anticipating the next five minutes. I knew I was in for a world of trouble, but oh, what a delicious kind of trouble it would be.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I slipped into Rafe's office. He looked up from his computer, a surprised expression on his face. Before he could say anything, I was on him, showering him with kisses. I peppered his face, his neck, even his ears with playful bites, eliciting chuckles from him.

"You know," Rafe said, his voice husky, "I was having a perfectly productive afternoon until you decided to interrupt angel” Rafe said with playfulness

"Oh, I know," I purred, trailing kisses down his chest. "But I couldn't resist. You were just too cute."

Rafe groaned playfully, "You're going to get me in trouble."

"Worth it," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

“You trying to distract me baby” rafe said with a small smirk

I ignored him bitting his shoulder “OW wtf y/n” rafe said with wide eyes

I gave him a wide smile as i said “what?” I said with a not so innocent smile

“The fuck u tryna bite me for kid” rafe said while running his hand on your waist to your hips

I shrugged “You looked bite able”

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heestoleurgirl · 6 months ago

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sk8er boi 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ (l.hs)

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who liked you the moment he laid eyes on you. he remembers it perfectly; your cute white dress with lace, paired with your soft pink sweater that hung off your shoulder loosely. your long, elegant legs covered in white tights, and the pretty platform heels making you look just a bit taller. but his favourite, the bows in your hair, he swore you looked like an angel sent directly from heaven.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was too nervous to talk to you at first, even though he was known to be a charming and confident guy who had no trouble making girls swoon.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was over the moon when he finally had the courage to approach you. you always have his full attention, he could listen to you ramble for hours because your voice was the most soothing thing he's ever heard.

more under the cut!

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who would come to your ballet practices and watch you dance so gracefully. his eyes are always glued on you, he loves being able to accompany you and buy you your favourite food after.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was so excited when you asked him to teach you some skating tricks. you spent the whole day at the skatepark together and he did his best to help you get the basics first. he held your hand as you stood on his board and did surprisingly well for your first time skating. he made sure to praise you a lot and caught you every time you were remotely close to falling.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who got you to sign your name at the bottom of his board. the two of you sat in the grass together, he watched as you neatly wrote your name on it. of course your handwriting was just as perfect and refined as you. after you gave the marker back to him, he drew hearts around it, earning a soft laugh from you. your laugh is now his new favourite thing about you.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who lets you tie cute bows in his hair, around his biceps or anywhere really. if it were anyone else, he would be suffering from immense cringe but you were just so cute he couldn't resist. he loved seeing your concentrated face, he was too mesmerized by you to have any negative feelings at all.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who absolutely loves seeing the shock on people's faces when he introduces you as his girlfriend. it just never gets old.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who almost had a heart attack when you stayed over and ended up in his shirt. he couldn't take his eyes off you, you looked perfect even when you were wearing something 3 sizes too big and so different than your usual style.

a/n: i can't stop thinking about skater hee

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koenigsdossier · 2 months ago

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Possessive

König is a possessive person. He's always has been. He didn't like people touching his things, especially you. Not that he sees you as an object that he can just collect, but you're his, only his. So, his solution to make sure everybody else knew this was to keep you marked up.

+18 NSFW, possessive König, marking, tongue kissing, semi-public sex mentioned, a little bit of scent kink, creampie mentioned, gender neutral reader

You always had deep, purple marks on your skin. König made sure of this, needing to keep you marked up so everyone knew who you belonged to, even though they weren't in places anyone could see. König would place them on your stomach, hips, the inside of your thigh, places no one but him could see. It just helped ease his possessive side if it knew you were wearing his marks, that he had laid his claim on you over and over again.

If someone did see them, though, it was usually an accident. Your shirt riding up, someone in the locker room showers caught sight of them, or König placed one in an obvious spot. He did like marking your neck, but he always held back on marking that area because of work. He didn't want you getting in trouble for something so unimportant. He didn't want you scolding him for the marks, either. But, he could only hold back for so long before his possessive urges became too much.

He would try to make sure his mask was over his mouth if he got close to your neck. It acted like a muzzle for him, honestly. But, it was almost never over his mouth if he was close to your neck. He would break away from a kiss, both of you breathless and saliva running down the corner of your mouth after König shoved his tongue down your throat. He would trail down, placing soft, needy kisses against your skin until he reached your neck. He would breathe in your scent, body shivering at the familiar smell of you. He would test the waters, nipping gently at your skin to see if you would warn him or give in. If you told him no, he would huff but move on, going to place deep, purple marks on a different part of your body instead.

But if you gave in, leaned your head back and exposed your neck before your foggy mind could catch up, it was over. König would press closer to you, placing kisses all over your neck as a thank you for letting him do this. But his kisses would quickly turn into nipping again, starting gently before getting more and more rough with his mouth. He couldn't help it. His possessive side was peaking out, telling him to claim you over and over so everyone knew who made you feel so good, who you came to when you were needy, who satisfied your every need and desire. Plus, how could he stop when you were already panting and whining because of him? When your hips were already pressing against his? When you were clearly desperate for him to mark you up? He wasn't going to stop until he was completely satisfied with his work or until you begged him to touch you. (It's usually the latter)

If König gets jealous, though, he won't seek permission. He can never think straight when he's jealous. His mind is against him, replaying over and over again how that person was too close to you, how they looked at you with desire like they could have you. It makes his possessiveness flare up, pulling you away from the person and going to find some privacy for the two of you. König isn't picky. As long as no one could see you two, he was fine. He just needed to mark you now and put his dick inside you to stuff you full of his cum, claiming you completely as his. You could try to push his mouth away, tell him he can't mark your neck, but you can't tell him no for long. He starts begging, stuffing his face in your neck and taking long, hard whiffs of your scent as his hands start trailing your body. He'll tell you he didn't like how close that person was to you, how you're his and only his as he slips a hand in your pants, whispering "mine" in your ear before getting to work. How can you tell him no when his hand is making you feel so good? He'll suck and bite deep, purple marks into your neck while asking you, "Who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good? Who makes you cum and gives you everything?" You better answer too or he'll stop touching you while biting harshly on your neck until you do. Say your his, and you'll see him melt into you, going a bit softer on you as you sooth his jealousy and possessiveness.

If you happen to be the same way, König is over the moon. He loves it when you mark him, almost as much as when he marks you. He doesn't care where you place your love bite. Just the feeling of your mouth and teeth on his skin as you place your claim over him has him reeling. He'll do whatever you say as you bite into him, wanting to prove to you that he knows he's yours. Say that he's yours, and you'll see him melt into you completely. He'll immediately agree, clinging onto you and saying that he's yours over and over again as his hands roam your body. You'll also activate his own possessiveness, his hands already tugging your pants down and his lips ghosting over your skin as he pushes you back. He feels the need to make you feel good, to show you how much he loves being yours and loves that you're his.

"This is your cock. You can have it whenever you want it, you know that, right? I'll fuck you whenever you need it. You don't even have to ask. You can just take it. It's yours, all yours." He'll ramble to you as he fucks you. He seems delirious and completely out of his mind, but ask him about it afterward, and he'll tell you he meant it. He's serious, too. You should take him up on his offer. Please?

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izzih22 · 2 months ago

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Could u write something about azzi trying to do homework and Paige keeps bothering her so she kicks her out of the room but Paige gets upset and once azzi finishes she has to get Paige to not be mad at her anymore

Just Five More Minutes

Note: It’s A long one😱

Azzi was locked in.

Glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, hoodie sleeves pushed up to her elbows, textbook open beside her and a half-empty mug of coffee at arm’s reach. Her laptop sat in front of her, cursor blinking on a half-finished paragraph, and her brain was chewing through the last pieces of a paper that had already eaten her alive all week.

She didn’t even notice the door crack open.

“Azzi…” came a singsong voice. Soft, dramatic, already full of trouble.

Azzi exhaled without turning. “Hi, babe.”

“Whatcha doing?” Paige asked, even though it was obvious. She padded into the room in thick socks and a sleep shirt that hung halfway down her thighs. Her hair was pulled up messily, like she hadn’t even tried to tame it after their night practice.

“Working,” Azzi said simply, eyes still on her screen.

Paige leaned on the desk, draping herself over the edge like she might melt into it. “Still? I feel like you’ve been doing that for years.”

Azzi finally glanced up. “It’s been forty-five minutes.”

“That’s basically a decade.”

Azzi’s lips twitched. “Baby, I really need to finish this.”

“I need to cuddle,” Paige replied immediately, placing a hand over her chest like she was genuinely heartbroken. “I’m touch-starved. I’m wasting away.”

“You literally laid on top of me for like an hour earlier.”

“That was hours ago,” Paige said. “You’re being cold now. I’m feeling rejected. Abandoned. Betrayed.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying not to smile. Paige was pouting, full-blown bottom lip out, eyes big and wounded, like a puppy that had been kicked out in the rain. It was almost unfair how cute she could be when she wanted something.

“Five more minutes,” Azzi said gently. “Seriously, I’m almost done. Let me just finish this paragraph, then I’m all yours.”

“Five minutes?” Paige echoed, horrified. “You’re telling me I have to go back to that cold, empty bed alone?”

Azzi’s fingers kept typing. “Yes.”

“Oh my god. You’re heartless.”

Azzi smiled to herself and shook her head, trying to focus, trying to ignore the way Paige was now walking behind her chair, lightly dragging her fingers across Azzi’s shoulders. A warm shiver shot down her spine.

“Don’t,” Azzi warned softly.

“I didn’t do anything,” Paige said, all innocence. “I’m just appreciating my girl. You’re so smart. So focused. So sexy when you’re grinding like this.”

Azzi let out a breath through her nose. Paige leaned down, arms sliding around her from behind, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Come to bed, pretty girl.”

“Paige, seriously—I’m almost done.”

“Mmm.” Paige kissed her neck, then her shoulder. “You smell good.”

“Paige.”

“I’ll be so good. I’ll hold you real close and not even try anything—unless you want me to.”

Azzi groaned and turned her face away from the kisses. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me,” Paige mumbled into her hoodie.

“I do,” Azzi admitted with a smile. “But right now, I need you to leave so I can finish.”

That made Paige pull back a little. “…Like, leave the room?”

Azzi turned in her chair, finally facing her. “Yes.”

Paige gasped like she’d been shot. “You’re kicking me out?!”

“You’re distracting me! I’ve re-read the same sentence six times!”

Paige clutched her chest. “I’m literally just standing here loving you. Is that a crime?”

Azzi gave her a look. “Out.”

“But what if I wither away out there?”

“You’ll survive.”

“I won’t.”

Azzi was already nudging her toward the door. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Only because I love you so much and you’re denying me physical affection,” Paige said as she was gently shoved out of the room. “This is abuse.”

“Five minutes!” Azzi said, pointing at her watch. “Then I’m all yours.”

The door shut.

And silence fell.

Azzi sighed and sat back down, smiling to herself. Paige was ridiculous. Loving, annoying, beautiful, ridiculous. Azzi loved every second of it, even when she was trying to be serious. Especially then.

She finished her paper ten minutes later.

When she opened the bedroom door and peeked out, the apartment was dark except for the soft glow of the TV in the living room. Paige was curled up on the couch under a fuzzy blanket, arms crossed, pointedly not looking toward the hallway.

Azzi padded over in her socks and leaned on the edge of the couch.

“Hey.”

Paige didn’t move.

“Paige.”

No response.

Azzi leaned in closer, poking her. “Seriously?”

“I’m grieving,” Paige muttered. “My girlfriend told me to get out and left me to die alone in a cold hallway.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, fighting back a laugh. “You were on the couch. With snacks.”

“Emotional snacks.”

Azzi climbed onto the couch and crawled straight into Paige’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and burying her face into the crook of her shoulder.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Paige tried to hold onto the drama, but the second Azzi cuddled into her, it crumbled. “You smell like lavender and printer ink.”

“You smell like popcorn and jealousy.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m wounded. Deeply.”

Azzi kissed her jaw. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love.”

Azzi pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, her expression softening. “I mean it. I’m sorry I kicked you out. I was trying to focus. But now I just want you.”

Paige tilted her chin up, smirking. “Oh, now you want me.”

“Always want you,” Azzi whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

Paige leaned in, brushing her nose against Azzi’s. “Then come prove it.”

Azzi grinned, then kissed her. Soft. Long. Full of apology and affection and comfort.

And when she pulled back, Paige tugged her even closer and whispered, “I forgive you. But you have to stay here now. Like, permanently. No more work. You’re banned.”

Azzi laughed, nestling herself deeper into Paige’s lap. “Deal. Just hold me.”

“Already on it.”

They sat there for a while in quiet contentment, Azzi tracing lazy circles on Paige’s arm, Paige humming under her breath. It was warm, and perfect, and deeply them.

And when Azzi tilted her head back just slightly and whispered, “You’re still annoying,” Paige kissed her collarbone and smiled.

“Yeah. But you love it.”

Azzi nodded, eyes closing.

“I do.”

⸻

By the time Paige stood up from the couch — Azzi still wrapped around her like a sleepy koala — she’d already made up her mind.

“No more homework. No more abandonment. You’re mine now,” she announced, carrying Azzi bridal-style toward their bedroom.

Azzi, half-asleep already, blinked up at her. “I was in your lap for twenty minutes.”

“And it’s still not enough,” Paige replied solemnly. “My love language is you being clingy and only paying attention to me forever.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You chose me.”

Azzi smiled as her cheek pressed to Paige’s shoulder. “Yeah. I did.”

The second they got to the bed, Paige dropped them both into it dramatically, bouncing once on the mattress and pulling Azzi down with her in one tangle of limbs and laughter.

Azzi tried to roll away to fix the covers, but Paige wrapped around her again like an octopus. Arms around her waist, one leg hooked over both of Azzi’s, face tucked into her neck.

“Trapped,” Azzi whispered, even as she melted.

“Safe,” Paige corrected, her voice low and teasing.

Azzi tried to reach for the light, but Paige just mumbled, “Leave it. I like seeing your face.”

Azzi tilted her head. “Even when I’m this tired and my hair’s a mess?”

“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Paige said, without hesitation, brushing a knuckle down her cheek. “You know I’ve been in love with you since you had fake glasses and didn’t know how to use dry shampoo.”

Azzi giggled into Paige’s neck. “That’s a terrifying era to reference.”

“You were still hot.”

“I had FAKE glasses.”

“I have no shame.”

Azzi turned slowly in Paige’s arms until they were face to face, inches apart, their legs tangled under the blanket.

“Do you really get that upset when I ask for space?” she asked softly, one brow lifted.

Paige smiled sheepishly. “Not really. I just like it when you make it up to me after.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. You know I’m dramatic.”

Azzi laughed. “And clingy.”

“Mmhm. And hopeless.”

Azzi leaned in and kissed her slowly, their foreheads pressed together, the kiss turning lazy and familiar and warm.

They stayed like that for a while — kissing, whispering, laughing into each other’s skin.

Paige’s hands wandered, but not with urgency. Just with affection — a thumb running up Azzi’s spine, a palm on her waist, her lips dragging softly across her collarbone, her voice low and teasing: “Can’t believe you kicked me out like that.”

Azzi, blushing now, mumbled, “Paige.”

“I could’ve perished.”

“You had popcorn and a heated blanket.”

“It was emotional popcorn. You wounded me.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and then rolled herself right into Paige’s lap, straddling her hips as Paige blinked up with open admiration and a little surprise.

“Am I forgiven yet?” Azzi asked sweetly.

Paige whistled. “Damn. You might be.”

Azzi leaned in, forehead resting on Paige’s again. “You’re so dramatic. You know I don’t like being away from you either.”

“Then stop working so hard.”

“Then stop distracting me when I am.”

“Impossible.”

Azzi kissed her again, this one deeper, and Paige’s hands found their place on Azzi’s hips, anchoring her like she always did. Like Azzi belonged there.

She did.

“You’re my favorite distraction anyway,” Azzi whispered against her lips.

Paige grinned, pulling her down so they were chest to chest.

“Good,” she whispered back. “Because I plan on annoying you forever.”

Azzi smiled, nuzzling into her neck, and whispered back, “I know.”

⸻

Morning came slow.

Golden light leaked through the blinds, cutting gentle lines across the sheets and the curve of Azzi’s bare shoulder. Paige was still, not because she was asleep, but because Azzi was wrapped around her like she always was in the early hours — one arm tossed across Paige’s stomach, her face buried in the crook of Paige’s neck, lips slightly parted as she breathed slow and steady.

Paige didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

This was her favorite part of the day. When Azzi was warm and soft and still dreaming, trusting her body against Paige’s like it belonged there. Which it did. Always.

Azzi stirred slightly, breath tickling Paige’s collarbone, and Paige smiled.

“Still asleep?” she whispered.

A groggy hum answered her, followed by a small, muffled, “What time is it?”

Paige twisted just enough to glance at the clock without moving Azzi. “Too early.”

“Practice?”

“Not for two hours.”

Azzi made a noise that sounded like a mix between relief and protest, then nuzzled closer, if that was even possible. Her leg slid between Paige’s, her hand curled gently in the fabric of Paige’s shirt, and she let out a sleepy sigh.

“You’re clingy in the mornings,” Paige murmured, grinning.

“You love it,” Azzi said without opening her eyes.

“I do.”

They were quiet again for a while, the kind of silence that only exists between people who know everything about each other. Paige’s fingers lazily traced patterns on Azzi’s back, slow and aimless, and Azzi hummed again.

“You finished your paper, right?” Paige asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“So I get you all day?”

“Until bio readings.”

Paige groaned. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Azzi cracked one eye open, then blinked sleepily up at her. “You’re dramatic.”

“You kicked me out of the room last night. I’m allowed.”

“I sat in your lap for like an hour after.”

“And I still didn’t recover.”

Azzi snorted softly, lips brushing Paige’s skin. “You poor thing.”

“I’m delicate.”

“You’re six feet tall and built.”

“Emotionally delicate.”

Azzi pushed up slightly, resting her chin on Paige’s chest, still half-asleep but amused now. Her curls were a mess, one side flattened from sleeping so close, but Paige just tucked a stray piece behind her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” she said, completely serious now.

Azzi blinked slowly. “You’re only saying that because I didn’t make you sleep on the couch.”

“No,” Paige said, brushing her knuckle down Azzi’s cheek. “I’m saying that because it’s true. And because I love you. Even when you banish me.”

Azzi smiled, slow and sleepy. “I love you too. Even when you won’t let me finish a sentence.”

“Fair.”

They stayed in that silence again — the quiet before the world starts moving too fast. Azzi lay fully on top of Paige now, their legs tangled, Paige’s arms wrapped securely around her waist. There was no rush.

“I have a plan,” Paige said suddenly.

Azzi groaned. “No plans. Sleep.”

“Hear me out.”

Azzi sighed, eyes closed again. “Fine.”

“We skip class.”

Azzi didn’t react.

“We call in a fake emergency.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Dog allergy.”

“We don’t have a dog. At least not here.”

“Not with that attitude.”

Azzi cracked a grin but didn’t open her eyes. “What’s the real plan?”

“We stay in bed all day.”

“Mm.”

“Cuddle.”

“Mmhm.”

“Kiss.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Eventually get up for snacks.”

Azzi laughed quietly. “Now that sounds like a real plan.”

Paige smiled, tugging her even closer. “Perfect. Operation: Don’t Leave This Bed. Starting now.”

Azzi kissed the underside of her jaw, then settled back down with a little hum of agreement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And in love.”

Azzi yawned, soft and quiet. “You win.”

“I always do.”

Azzi was already drifting again, and Paige didn’t blame her. This bed, this morning, this moment — it was peace. It was theirs.

She kissed the top of Azzi’s head.

“Five more minutes,” she whispered.

Azzi, half-asleep, murmured, “Then snacks?”

“Then snacks.”

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pittsick · 18 days ago

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IN MY OFFICE.

summary: anther late case, another night of aaron being worn out at the bureau. so your idea of visiting him with a cup of coffee and some good luck kisses doesn't sound that bad... except when he ends up fucking you in his office. bad aaron, bad!

pairing: aaron hotchner x afab!girlfriend.

cw: +18. mdni. 4.5k words. pure smut. age gap. praise. semi-public. power imbalance. overstimulation. orgasm denial. fingering. oral sex (reader receiving). piv. slight dumbification. creampie. aftercare.

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The bullpen was almost entirely dark, the overhead fluorescents humming quietly as they flickered over empty desks and untouched case files. Only the soft glow from the corner office cut through the gloom—a lone light burning into the night like a beacon.

You walked toward it, heels muffled on the carpeted floor, holding two paper coffee cups and balancing your purse on your hip. A flicker of nerves tickled your chest—this wasn’t the first time you’d visited Aaron late at the bureau, but tonight he sounded particularly worn on the phone. Something in his voice had made you want to show up instead of just sending well wishes over text.

He didn’t look up when you pushed the door open quietly, his brows furrowed, jaw tense as he scrolled through something on his computer screen. His tie was loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone—just enough to make your mouth go dry.

You tapped softly on the doorframe. “Agent Hotchner?” Aaron finally glanced up, and the second his dark eyes found you, the tension in his shoulders eased—just barely, but enough.

“I thought you could use a break,” you offered, stepping inside. You handed him one of the cups, your fingers brushing his. “Decaf. I didn’t want you up all night.”

He took the drink with a ghost of a smile. “You’re an angel,” he said, voice low, already making your stomach flutter. “You didn’t have to come up all the way here.”

You moved around to perch on the edge of his desk, facing him, shrugging. “What are you still working on?”

He exhaled slowly. “Old case. Reopened it based on a new witness statement. It’s all procedural, but it has to be airtight.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, flexing the muscles under his open collar. “I didn’t want to bring it home.”

You nodded, fingers curling around your own coffee. “You didn’t have to explain. I just... missed you.”

Aaron’s eyes softened as they slid over your face, your body. He looked like he hadn’t taken a breath in hours, and now he could finally exhale. “You didn’t have to come all the way out here, baby.” He repeated.

“You sounded tired. And miserable.” You smirked. “And I thought I might be able to cheer you up.”

The look he gave you then was a warning—and a promise. His eyes darkened just a bit, jaw flexing again. You were pushing buttons, and he knew it. But so did you. Because it wasn’t just about cheering him up and he understood the allusion you were making.

“Cheering me up?” he murmured, setting his cup down slowly. “Is that why you wore that?”

You glanced down at your outfit—fitted slacks and a soft blouse, nothing overtly revealing, but the neckline dipped just low enough to invite speculation and the pants were tight on your hips and thighs. You shrugged playfully. “I always dress like this for after-work visits to my boyfriend's government office.”

He stood, stepping in between your parted knees, and the change in proximity made your breath hitch. You could smell his cologne, something subtle and clean, mixed with the faint scent of coffee and stress.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he murmured, one hand bracing beside you on the desk.

“No one’s here.”

“You’re still a distraction.”

“I’m trying to be.”

You tilted your head toward him, eyes soft but full of challenge, and he leaned in to kiss you—slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that said he’d been thinking about it all day.

His lips moved over yours gently, savoring every second. One hand slid around to cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing against your pulse, and you felt yourself melt against him, the warmth of his body grounding and igniting all at once. The coffee cup in your hand was long forgotten somewhere on your boyfriend’s desk.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless. “I shouldn’t be doing this here,” he said, voice raspier now. You smiled, eyes half-lidded. “You say that every time.”

“And every time, you make it harder to stop.”

You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the tight muscle beneath his shirt. “Then don’t stop.”

He watched you for a long beat, like he was weighing the risk versus reward—but his hand was already sliding under your blouse, palm spreading against your waist. “I could lose my job.”

“You won’t,” you whispered, fingers brushing his jaw. “And if you do, I’ll support you. We’ll open a bakery.”

He huffed a soft laugh against your mouth. “You don’t even bake.”

“I’d learn. For you.”

The laugh turned into a groan as he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand moving higher under your shirt, warm against your skin. The age gap between you had never bothered either of you, but you could feel it in how he touched you—deliberate, experienced, worshipful.

His mouth trailed down your throat, lips brushing over your pulse point as he murmured, “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in closer. “Then die happy.”

Aaron’s hand dipped between your thighs, pressing through the fabric in a way that made your breath catch and your hips jerk forward. His fingers rubbed your center just to feel the fabric of your slack dampen. “Already wet?” he murmured against your ear. “For me?”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Been wet since I got here.”

He groaned softly, like it physically pained him to hear that. His fingers slid under the waistband of your slacks and underwear, and you shivered as he found your heat—slick and ready.

“Jesus, baby,” he whispered, reverently. “You’re perfect.”

His fingers dipped deeper between your folds, slow and unhurried, just barely brushing over your clit—enough to make you squirm, not enough to give you relief. You whimpered against his neck, body instinctively trying to grind into his hand, but Aaron stilled you with the firm pressure of his other hand on your hip.

“Patience,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “You came here to distract me, didn’t you, angel? So let me take my time with you.”

His voice was a low purr, gravel-soft and authoritative in the way that always made you melt. You loved when he slipped into that tone—just shy of commanding, laced with the kind of gentle control that came from years of leading people under pressure.

You swallowed thickly. “Aaron…”

“I know, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re so worked up already.”

He dragged his fingers lower, circling your entrance but not pressing in yet, making you tremble with anticipation. He loved to tease you like this—loved watching you fall apart little by little, every breathy noise you made spurring him on like a reward. “Look at you,” he said softly. “Coming into my office in these tight little pants, acting like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

“I just wanted to see you,” you breathed, hips bucking slightly. “You’ve been gone all week.”

“And now you’re here.” His voice dipped lower. “And I’m going to make it worth your while.”

You moaned when he finally pushed one thick finger inside you—slow, deliberate, stretching you gently as your body welcomed him. He didn’t rush. He never did. Every movement was measured, made to draw out your pleasure, to keep you just on the edge of despair.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, watching your face intently. “Always so warm. So perfect for me.”

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt as he pumped his finger in and out, curling it just right. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, trying to pull him closer, grounding yourself against the thick line of his thigh between yours.

Aaron added a second finger slowly, the stretch making your walls flutter around him.

“There you go,” he murmured. “That’s it, baby. Just breathe for me.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time—less teasing, more possessive. His tongue swept into your mouth, his free hand sliding up under your blouse to cup your breast through your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple, and you moaned into his mouth, everything in you winding tighter.

“Aaron, please…” you whispered.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know,” you breathed, aching and unsure which craving to give voice to first. “I just need you.”

“You’ve got me,” he said gently, fingers pumping a little faster, curling a little deeper. “You always have me, sweetheart.” Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing friction now, but Aaron slowed again, pulling back just enough to leave you trembling, breathless.

He smirked slightly against your jaw. “Easy,” he whispered. “You’re not going to come yet.”

You let out a soft whine, frustration mixing with arousal. He pressed a kiss to your cheek in silent apology, though his fingers kept up their maddening pace—deep but controlled, hitting just the right spot to keep you teetering.

“I love how sensitive you get,” he murmured, lips grazing your ear. “How you clench around me when I talk to you.”

You gasped when he pressed his thumb lightly over your clit—not rubbing, just resting there, enough to make you shake. “Too much?” he asked quietly. You shook your head immediately. “No—just… more. Please, Aaron.”

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “So polite even when you’re desperate.” The praise made you clench again, and he felt it, lips curling into something smug. He leaned in, kissing just below your ear.

“You like hearing how good you are for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, voice barely a whisper.

“You’re my angel,” he said, moving his thumb in slow circles now. “So sweet. So good. Always take my fingers so well.” You were practically panting now, every muscle coiled tight. Still, he didn’t let up—didn’t speed up or push harder. He kept you right there, humming on the edge of too much and not enough.

Your thighs shook where they wrapped around his waist, body trembling with the effort to stay still under his slow, steady rhythm.

“I can feel how close you are,” he whispered, fingers still working deep inside you. “But you’re not going to come yet. Not until I say.”

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard, trying to stay grounded even as your body begged to come undone. “Good girl,” he said softly, brushing his nose against yours. “Just like that. Take it for me.”

You were soaked, clenching around his fingers rhythmically now, your slick making it easier for him to move even deeper. He kept up that maddening pace—no harder, no faster—just enough to keep you pulsing around him, your arousal steadily building without release.

And when your hips twitched and bucked again, he slowed down even more—pulling you back from the edge with almost cruel precision.

“Fuck,” you whispered, tears prickling behind your eyes, the need in you turning sharp.

Aaron kissed your cheek again, gentle, soothing. “I know, baby. I know. But I want you wrecked when you finally come. I want you to fall apart so completely you forget where we are.”

You whined again, hips lifting to chase his touch. “Then don’t tease me anymore,” you whispered. “Please.” He smiled, hand slipping out of your pants for just a moment—long enough to tug them down over your hips, panties following and off of your legs.

“Lay back, baby,” he murmured, pushing some case files aside to make space on the desk. “I want to see all of you.”

You obeyed, trembling slightly as you reclined across the wood surface, baring yourself to him. His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of you—flushed, panting, soaked and trembling.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing down your body, starting at your ribs above your blouse and working lower. “So fucking beautiful.” He knelt between your legs, one hand pressing to your stomach to keep you still as his mouth lowered to your inner thigh, just barely skimming the skin there.

And then he paused, lips just inches from your heat, breath warm against your soaked folds.

“I want to taste you,” he said softly. “But if I do… you might come.”

You swallowed thickly. “I won’t… I promise I won’t.” His head snapped up, eyes locking with yours—and something in him changed. “Baby…” he murmured, voice full of reverence.

Aaron didn’t speak again. He just held your gaze as he lowered his head, his lips brushing over your inner thigh—soft, reverent. One kiss. Then another. He took his time, mapping your skin with his mouth like you were a prayer he hadn’t yet learned by heart.

You gasped softly when his tongue finally grazed the crease between your thigh and your center, but he moved away again, teasing you with the promise of contact. His hand, still pressed to your lower stomach, kept you steady, grounded. The weight of it alone was enough to make you shiver.

“I could do this all night,” he murmured. “Just take my time with you.”

You whimpered, hips shifting, but he gently pushed you back down. “Let me enjoy you, baby.�� Then his mouth was on you—at last.

He started with a soft lick, one slow drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit, and your breath caught hard in your throat. His tongue was hot, smooth, the perfect pressure. He didn’t dive in right away—he savored, tasting you in slow, measured strokes like he was memorizing you all over again.

You let your eyes flutter shut, one hand reaching down to card through his thick hair. The second you tugged—just slightly—he groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your core.

“You like that?” you breathed.

Aaron didn’t answer, but he licked deeper, swirling his tongue in slow circles around your clit, teasing it just shy of overwhelming. He alternated pressure—sometimes barely grazing, sometimes flattening his tongue against you until your thighs trembled.

It was too good. You were soaked, panting, every nerve humming. And still, he kept it slow. Intentional. Controlled.

“Aaron, please…” He looked up at you briefly, his mouth glistening with your arousal, and your breath hitched. The sight alone nearly pushed you over the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he said, voice thick with heat. “So sweet. So sensitive.”

He dipped his head again, this time sucking gently on your clit, pulling a long moan from your lips. Your hips arched off the desk involuntarily, but Aaron pressed his hand down firmly to still you. “Easy, angel. You’re so close—I can feel it.” His tongue flicked over your clit in tiny, maddening motions. “But not yet.”

You whimpered, fingers twisting in his hair. “You’re driving me insane.”

“I know,” he murmured against you. “You taste so good like this. I want to keep you on the edge forever.”

He sucked again—deeper this time—and then softened the pressure immediately, keeping you suspended in that unbearable, glorious limbo. Your whole body pulsed with need. You were soaked, your thighs shaking, your core aching for release.

“Aaron—God—it’s too much—”

“No, baby,” he whispered, licking you slowly again. “It’s just enough.”

You writhed on the desk, torn between begging him to keep going and pleading for mercy. He moaned again as he licked into you, nose brushing against your clit just enough to keep the heat simmering, never boiling over.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said softly. “Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re—fuck—you’re teasing me,” you gasped. “Making me crazy.” He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “That’s not what I asked.”

You shuddered as his fingers traced lightly over your slick folds, spreading you gently again.

“It feels…” you tried, but your voice broke into a moan as his tongue flicked again. “It feels so good, Aaron. You’re so good with your mouth.”

“Yeah?” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“You’re so good at this. I—fuck—I love when you eat me out. You make me feel—like I’m gonna lose my mind.” Aaron groaned against you, licking deeper in response, and you felt the vibration all the way to your spine.

“Such a good girl,” he praised. “You’re so sweet for me. So responsive.”

His tongue moved in tighter circles now, and he slipped one finger back inside you, slow and shallow, just enough to make you clench. “Been thinking about this all week,” he murmured. “Tasting you. Watching you come apart for me.”

“You haven’t even let me come,” you whined, desperate.

“I will,” he promised. “But not until you’re begging for it.”

You were already close. Again. And he knew it—he could feel it in the way your walls fluttered around his finger, the way your thighs tried to close around his head. But then he slowed again, tongue softening its rhythm, pulling you back from the edge for the second—third?—time.

You sobbed, almost laughing from the frustration. “You’re such an asshole.”

Aaron laughed into your heat. “You love it.”

You hated how true that was. How much you craved this kind of attention—this kind of control. You trusted him completely, even when your body was begging for something he kept just out of reach. And when his lips sealed around your clit again, sucking with that same deep, aching tenderness, you arched off the desk with a cry.

But still—he didn’t let you go over the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Almost, angel. You’re so close. I can feel you.”

He slipped in a second finger again, curling them just right, hitting that spot inside you that made you jerk against his grip. “Fuck!” you cried. “Aaron, please—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He kissed the inside of your thigh again. “You’re doing so good. Just a little longer.”

You were sobbing softly now, not from pain—but from sheer, overwhelming pleasure. He was ruining you, and he knew it.

“I need to come,” you whispered.

“I know.” He kissed your clit, so soft it was almost sweet. “And I’ll let you. Just not with my mouth.”

You blinked down at him, dazed, trembling. “What?”

“I want to come inside you,” he said, standing slowly, towering over you again, voice low and reverent. “I want to fill you up while you fall apart.” Your breath caught hard at the thought, eyes wide as he kissed you—deep and messy, his mouth still tasting of you.

“Can you be good for me, baby?” he murmured against your lips. “Can you wait just a little longer?”

You nodded, desperate and breathless. “Yes—yes, I’ll wait. Please just fuck me, Aaron.”

You barely registered the sound of Aaron unbuckling his belt, the clink of metal drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the aching need between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling, wet and wanting, every part of you stretched tight with anticipation.

He leaned over you, one hand braced on the desk, the other gently stroking your cheek. “You look so pretty like this,” he whispered. “All needy. All mine.”

You nodded, dazed. “Yours. I’m yours.”

“I know you are,” he said softly, almost reverently. “My sweet girl.” You heard the soft rustle of fabric as he freed himself, and then the head of his cock was nudging at your entrance—hot, heavy, perfect. You whined, legs falling open even wider for him.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured, lining himself up. “Just let me in. Let me take care of you.”

He pushed in slowly—achingly slow—giving you every inch with deliberate care, letting you feel the stretch, the heat, the way your body molded around him like you were made for it.

You gasped, back arching. “Oh my God—Aaron—”

“I know,” he whispered, voice fraying at the edges. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against yours, and paused there—deep and still, just holding you. His hands cradled your hips, thumbs stroking soothing circles into your skin. “You okay?” he asked, voice rough with restraint.

You nodded, barely able to form words. “Full… feel so full…”

“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your temple. “You’re so good for me. Taking me so well, baby.” Your arms looped around his shoulders instinctively, nails digging into the soft cotton of his shirt. You felt floaty—lightheaded and needy, brain half-fogged from how full he made you feel, how slowly he moved.

And when he started to thrust—long, deep strokes, gentle as a caress—you could barely breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered against your cheek. “Just lying back and letting me fuck you. You don’t have to think, sweetheart. I’ll do it all.”

You moaned, the words sinking in deeper than they should have, making your walls flutter around him. You whimpered, lips parting, brain slipping into softness. “Yeah… yeah…”

“You don’t have to think,” he murmured again, hips rocking into you at the perfect pace. “I’ll take care of everything. You just lie there and look pretty for me.” Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, and he groaned at the way you clenched down on him, his pace stuttering for half a beat.

You whined, hands gripping his arms, your thoughts unraveling like ribbon with every stroke.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just let me hear those little noises, please. That’s all I want from you.”

You moaned helplessly, high and breathy, brain hazy with pleasure. His praise sank in deep, drugging you with every word. Every thrust was slow and deep and patient, drawing you closer without rushing, like he wanted to savor you forever.

“Such a good girl,” he breathed. “So sweet. So pretty for me.”

You couldn’t respond—not with anything coherent. Your body was responding for you—hips tilting to meet every stroke, walls fluttering wildly around him, tears pricking in your eyes from how overwhelming it all was. “Shh,” he whispered, brushing your hair back. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well for me.”

“A-Aaron,” you finally managed, voice wrecked. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He kissed your lips softly. “You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re taking it so good. Just a little more.” Your legs shook around him, whole body tightening like a bowstring. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me feel you come around me. Let me feel my sweet girl fall apart.”

And with one more deep, perfect thrust, the tension inside you snapped.

Your orgasm hit like a wave—long, rolling, impossible to escape. You cried out, clinging to him like a lifeline as your body shook through the pleasure. Your walls pulsed around him in waves, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

“That’s it, angel,” he said, hips stuttering. “That’s it—fuck—you feel so good—”

He buried himself deep with a low, broken sound, and you felt him come inside you, warm and thick, filling you up just like he’d promised. Your pussy clenched around him greedily, milking every last drop.

He stayed there, deep inside you, forehead pressed to yours, panting softly.

“So perfect,” he whispered. “You’re so perfect, baby.” You blinked up at him, still floating, brain fuzzy and slow.

“Can’t think,” you mumbled with a sleepy smile. “You fucked all the thoughts out of me.” He chuckled softly, brushing your hair back again, tender as ever. “Good. That was the idea.”

You sighed contentedly, and he kissed your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. “I’ve got you,” he said again, voice all honey and heat. “You’re safe, baby. You did so good for me.” You stayed wrapped around him like that, his warmth inside and all around you, his praises soft against your skin like lullabies. You were stretched, full, dazed, and blissfully used—in the best way.

Aaron didn’t pull out right away. He stayed nestled deep inside you, his weight warm over your body, his breath brushing against your cheek. The only thing that mattered was the rise and fall of his chest against yours and the afterglow curling through your limbs.

Eventually, he kissed your cheek and whispered, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You gave a soft, lazy hum. “Mmm. I’m pretty sure my brain’s still on your desk.”

He chuckled, low and quiet. “You were incredible.” He pressed one last kiss to your lips before slowly easing out of you. You whimpered at the loss, hips twitching. He caught it instantly.

“I know,” he said gently. “I’ve got you. Just stay there, baby.”

You let your head fall back with a soft sigh, basking in the tender ache and warm mess between your thighs. A few moments later, you felt the soft sweep of a warm towel—he must’ve grabbed it from the little emergency kit in the corner drawer. Ever prepared, even after fucking you senseless.

He cleaned you carefully, his touch warm and unhurried.

“You’re seriously the only man I know who stocks his office for post-sex cleanup,” you said, lifting your head just enough to catch his smirk. “It’s technically for spills,” he said, dabbing between your thighs like he hadn’t just creamed you full a few minutes ago. “But I adapt.”

You laughed, and he grinned, shaking his head as he tossed the towel into the trash under his desk and grabbed your underwear and slacks to give them back to you.

“I should bring you here more often,” he added, helping you sit up. “I’ve never seen you this quiet.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Ah ah ah. You’re so unfunny.”

He smiled, pulling your shirt gently over your head, helping you dress piece by piece. The tenderness of it—his hands steady and calm, the way he adjusted your hem like you were delicate—made your heart swell.

Once you were fully dressed and upright, you caught your reflection in the darkened window: hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, eyes glazed with satisfaction. You looked thoroughly ruined. “I look like I’ve been railed in a supply closet,” you muttered. Aaron came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. “You look gorgeous,” he said simply. “Like mine.”

You melted.

He kissed the side of your neck, then reached down and laced your fingers together. “Let’s get out of here before someone catches us.”

“You mean before a janitor comes to clean and sees my assprint on your desk?” you teased.

He chuckled, hand firm in yours. “Exactly that.”

You walked out together into the quiet hallway, his coat draped over your shoulders, his fingers still linked with yours. And though the building around you was silent and clinical and cold, there was nothing cold about the way he looked at you.

Like you were the softest thing in his world.

Like he was already counting the hours until he could get you home and do it all over again.

#★ mika’s writing .ᐟ #criminal minds blurb #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #criminal minds bots #criminal minds aaron hotchner #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fic

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spiderb00bs · 1 month ago

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- BRAVO

Lottie Matthews, Shauna Shipman x (g!p) reader

“You couldn’t let Natalie be attacked by all the girls. Unfortunately, your attitude had a consequence”

Genre – smut 18+ warnings – reader has a penis, Shauna is cruel, knife play, blood, carving initials into skin, overstimulation, orgasm denial (please let me know if I've forgotten any).

(request)

Now playing – Angel, by Massive Attack

“Love you, love you, love you”

You did a bad thing, a really bad thing! The atmosphere was tense, all the girls were shouting and looking at Nat as if they wanted to kill her, as if she was a monster, as if she wasn't worthy of being there.

You stood in front of her when one of the girls pushed her to the ground, you didn't let anyone touch her, you protected her in your arms. The same arms that Lottie lay in every night, the same arms that had Shauna's bite marks all over them.

And that wasn't smart.

When you heard Lottie's voice, you froze. Leadership had been handed over to Shauna, Nat was no longer in power. Lottie made it official. When the Shipman girl approached Nat, who was still holding your biceps - standing behind you like a frightened animal - you felt the girl's grip tighten. Only for Shauna to pull you by the collar of your shirt, making you stagger towards her before she pushed you towards where Lottie was standing.

“Take her to my hut.”

Her tone of voice was menacing, cruel, cold. Almost as if she was about to rip a piece out of you. As if you were about to face your death sentence.

You felt Lottie's hand on your arm, trying to break free of it on impulse. “No, wait! Shauna, please...”

“Do you want to make things worse for yourself?” Shauna turned towards you. Her eyes seemed to be on fire, and you paled for a second in front of her. “You're already in a lot of trouble for taking part in this. Do you really want to make things more complicated for you?”

Everyone was watching the scene, their gazes alternating between you and Nat. You didn't want to leave her alone with those girls. You couldn't leave her there.

“Please do as she says.” Nat's voice was almost a whisper. But you could hear it very well.

Your eyes met hers, it was almost as if you were leaving your dog at the slaughterhouse. You didn't know what was going to happen to Natalie. But you knew what was waiting for you. You're not stupid, you saw Lottie's eyes light up when Shauna practically threw you in her direction, you saw the flash of distorted happiness that passed through her eyes. Shauna was certainly no different.

It wasn't the first time this had happened. Being tortured in the most pleasurable and twisted way possible. You felt so good and so dirty at the same time. Because the very moment those two girls knew you weren't a real threat, you were screwed.

It started with Lottie's teas, the little kisses she gave you when you could see something. But when the wilderness didn't give you what Lottie wanted, she got a bit angry. It wasn't that threatening yet, at least not until Shauna realized what was happening, seeing it as a chance to finally let her dark pleasures out and stick to your skin like a parasite.

You didn't know what that meant. Did they share you? Were they your girlfriends? Were they just using you?

“ Do what she says, puppy.” The sound of Shauna's voice made the cloud of thoughts dissipate, Lottie now grabbing both your wrists behind your back in case you tried to run away.

But you didn't. You knew it would only get worse. They would hunt you down, catch you, and punish you like never before.

So you stayed. You let Lottie drag you into the hut, you let her kiss you, trying to calm you down, trying to tell you that it wouldn't be so bad.

“You shouldn't have defended her, baby. Shauna is mad at you. You're ours, not Nat's.”

Those were the words Lottie said as she kissed your neck, sitting on your lap while she took off your old t-shirt. Her hands were gentle, running down your back - now bare - as her kisses trailed down to your chest.

When you heard heavy footsteps approaching, you closed your eyes, already knowing that Shauna wasn't going to be as gentle as Lottie. The brunette on your lap stood up abruptly, tripping over her own feet before stopping next to Shauna.

The silence remained loud in your ears, Shauna's breathing the only thing filling the room. Then, suddenly, she was striding towards you. Trying to crawl across the floor of the hut wasn't very effective, as Shauna's foot found your chest, making you groan and push yourself to lie down on the floor, only to feel a weight on your waist.

“You're not very bright, are you?” were the first words the Shipman girl said. Her hands settled on your abs, and you felt a small shiver run through your body. “Defending Nat like that. As if she was important to you...”

Shauna's nails were slowly sinking into your skin, and the impulse of pain made you grab her wrists.

Big mistake.

Digging her nails deeper into your skin, Shauna dragged them down, leaving a trail of blood pooling in your ribcage. “Don't you dare put your hands on me, you stupid puppy!”

Your cry of pain echoed through the hut, probably throughout the forest. Your throat burned just like your skin, and you closed your eyes so as not to cry in front of the girl on top of you.

“Hold her hands.” Opening your eyes, you saw Shauna talking to Lottie. That same look you saw before was there again.

And in the next second, Lottie was approaching you as if you were one of her favorite toys.

“Lottie, please...” You tried.

“You'll feel fine, baby.” The smile on her face told you that she was loving it. Probably even more than Shauna. “ The wilderness gave you to us. You belong to us.”

Shauna's sarcastic laugh made you look in her direction again. Your eyes slightly widened, tears glistening. It all made Shauna want you even more.

“Yes, of course. Let's just say that's how things turned out.”

The smile on Shauna's face made you afraid and excited at the same time. She was so beautiful, but so crazy. It was conflicting for you. Everything was extremely conflicting in the wild.

Running her hands over the blood marks on your abs, Shauna kissed your chest, moving up to bite your neck hard. The sobbing moans that came from your mouth were like music to her ears, and the next moment, she was taking your lips in a desperate kiss.

Shauna's lips tasted good, and even though her lips were slightly cracked, the kiss was still soft. You tried to put your hands on the girl's hips, but your arms were trapped in Lottie's grip. You could feel the brunette kissing your muscles, letting your arms stretch upwards so that she could see the muscles tensing against her hands.

“You're so cute, puppy.”

Shauna's hands roamed your torso, reaching the inseam of your jeans and quickly unbuttoning them. The Shipman girl snorted audibly, a smile on her face as her eyes reached Lottie's.

“Look at her, she's acting all scared, but she's fucking hard.” Shauna's hands grabbed the fabric of your pants, sliding the garment rudely down your legs. “Fucking slut.”

You whimpered as Shauna's hand groped you, her warm hand making contact with your cock over the fabric. Lottie, who was still holding your arms, looked at the whole scene with bright, dreamy eyes. Mentally begging Shauna to give her a job other than just holding you while she enjoyed herself.

Lottie watched Shauna's hands lowering your boxer briefs, your cock jutting out and slapping against your abdomen. The head was red and pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Shauna's thumb spread the lubrication all over your length, leaving Lottie licking her lips, eager to taste you.

Shauna's hand movements were firm, a little painful, she always put a lot of force into it. It was very different when Lottie was in this position. Her soft, gentle hands always left you rolling your eyes.

“Come here.” Shauna's eyes were glued to Lottie, her hands still caressing your length, as she watched the brunette release your arms and crawl towards her.

Letting go of you, Shauna grabbed Lottie's hand, bringing it up to her mouth. “Spit.”

Lottie didn't hesitate, she spat into her own hand as soon as Shauna ordered her to. The smile on the Shipman girl's face couldn't be seen every day, and at that moment Lottie knew she was doing something right.

Guiding Lottie's hand to your cock, Shauna faced Lottie once more. “Take care of her.”

Lottie's delicate hands evidently made you relax. Shauna's footsteps echoed in your ears, but Lottie's movements on you were too much for you to concentrate on anything else around you. Even the looming threat that was Shauna Shipman.

“You're so big, baby. I can't believe the wilderness gave you to me as a gift.” Lottie's hands slipped away from you for a minute, only for her to climb on top of you.

Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and you could see how wet she was. The stain on her panties was evident, and it made you want to put your hands on her. Unfortunately, a pair of hands grabbed your arms again, Shauna's warm hands preventing you from touching Lottie's hot skin.

“You don't understand, do you?” Shauna's voice was amused, almost as if she wanted to mock you - she did. “You're our puppy! You belong to us. Not that bitch Nat.”

Her tone almost made you forget the sensation of Lottie rolling on top of you. Her movements were slow, sloppy. Her eyes were closed, and her hands scratched your abdomen lightly, but hard enough to leave slight red marks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you...” Were the murmurs coming out of Lottie's mouth. The girl was too busy thanking the wilderness to notice your wide eyes, which were now staring at Shauna's hands.

Amidst all of Lottie's ritual gratitude, combined with the sensation of her warm intimacy on top of you, you almost didn't notice Shauna's gentle movement picking up her knife.

Almost.

When the cold metal brushed lightly against your shoulder, your eyes went wide, too scared to do anything against Shauna.

“You'll see what happens when you ignore our rules.”

The Shipman girl's hands slowly descended, making your whole body shiver at her touch. The cold metal of the knife slid down your neck only to land on your collarbone, Shauna lightly pushing the knife into your skin, making you hold your breath. You closed your eyes, knowing you could do nothing but accept whatever Shauna had for you. Lottie was too busy worshipping your body to even notice your held breath.

Still with a firm grip on your arms, Shauna leaned over you slightly, just enough so that she could get a better view of the patch of skin where she would carve her initials.

And then she began, the knife sliding torturously across your skin, almost as if the blade knew that Shauna wanted this to be slow and painful. Blood began to pool on your skin, enough to make a bit of a mess. And your throat burned as you let out the scream you'd been holding back all along.

S...

With a small laugh escaping her lips, Shauna looked at you as if she were the queen of the world, branding a servant who tried to escape her clutches. When she had finished brushing off the artwork she had done on you, Shauna stepped back a little, just to look at you from afar, as if she were looking at a painting with messy brushstrokes, as if she had to look from afar to make sense of it.

The blood pooling and spreading across your chest, your agitated breathing filling the hut, the tears streaming down your eyes like a waterfall, making your eyes more beautiful and your nose red. Shauna thought that this could be a painting worthy of a museum.

Shauna Shipman.

You were hers.

There was no arguing with that.

Laughing through her nose, Shauna looked at Lottie, the woman still too lost in the sensation she was feeling, lost in the delicious friction that the roll of her hips brought. You knew Lottie wanted more, she wanted to have you completely. But it was a punishment, and Shauna would never let her please you when you were supposed to be suffering.

“Your turn.” Shauna said, holding out the knife to Lottie.

The brunette - who had her eyes closed - opened her eyes quickly, almost as if she desperately wanted to know what it was all about. Maybe she wanted to, maybe, deep down, she still had a little hope in thinking that Shauna would allow her to feel you deep inside her, accommodating you in her bowels and telling you that she would take care of everything.

When Lottie saw the knife, she didn't hesitate, taking the object from the Shipman girl's hands with a grateful smile on her face. It wasn't what she had expected, but she couldn't lie and say she wasn't happy with what Shauna had thought. For days the wilderness had been asking for a seal, a confirmation, proof that you would be Lottie's forever.

Lottie knew what she had to do, the first baby didn't survive, but it was only because he wasn't the right one, he wasn't what the wilderness had prepared. She would never tell it to Shauna's face, but Lottie was sure that the wilderness wanted HER to have the baby.

You always sensed a little cold war between Shauna and Lottie, even when they worked so well together, for you. Maybe one day you'll find out why. Maybe one day Lottie will tell you what she has planned for the two of you, but until then, she has to walk under Shauna's leadership. And if that means branding you with her initials, she'll gladly do it!

“Don't worry, I'll be nice.”

Lottie's words didn't reassure you, and when the knife landed on your skin - this time in your abdomen - the scream you gave made everyone's blood run cold. Outside, no one could see your tears. Outside, Van was having to restrain Nat so that she wouldn't come into the hut and take you out. Outside, no one could see your tears, or how pathetically hard your cock was.

L...

Right above your belly button, the moans of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure, and at the same time as you wanted to cry because of the blade in your skin, you also wanted to cry because of Shauna's hands playing with your nipples.

LM.

“Fuck!” Moaning, Lottie dropped the knife next to your body, rubbing herself harder against you as she prepared to climax. “Fuck, Shauna. Can I take her for real? Please...?”

The request made the Shipman girl arch an eyebrow, thinking quickly about the consequences of Lottie's desperate actions, only to allow it with a nod.

“Go on. You must really be a desperate slut.” Shauna squeezed your nipples harder, making you scream with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Fortunately, the sensation was quickly put aside when Lottie pushed the panties she was wearing aside before impaling herself completely on your cock. The sensation was completely extraordinary, and for a moment, you felt your whole body tremble and convulse. Lottie was riding you as if her life depended on it, and you were beginning to see stars for it.

Unfortunately, a loud moan rang out through the cabin, Lottie's pussy clenching around you making you close your eyes tightly, holding back your climax as long as you could. You knew that Shauna had only allowed Lottie to ride you because she was already close to cumming, and Shauna knew that the sensation of being inside Lottie would make you squirm violently.

The Shipman girl's smile widened, Lottie's moans got louder, and the tears in your eyes rolled down your face. Your lips trembled as you felt Lottie's juices run down your leg. You looked up at Shauna with red eyes, silently begging her to give you some kind of relief.

“Please...” You pleaded, the tone of your voice sounding like pure mercy.

“No puppy, you still have a lot to give me.” Shauna said, squeezing your nipples hard enough to turn them red. Only to massage them when you let the tears roll down.

Lottie got off you with difficulty, gasping for breath as her nails scratched from your abdomen to your pelvis. Her hands grabbed your battered cock, pumping enough times to make you squirm.

“No! Please, it hurts.” You tried to say, barely succeeding because of how dry your throat was.

You winced a little when you saw Shauna get up, turning around to stand just behind Lottie.

“All right. I'll take over from here.”

The smile on her face was frightening, it made every hair on your body stand on end, the pain and everything you were feeling made your cock throb with pleasure. You knew it was going to be a long day, and no matter how scared you were of what Shauna and Lottie still had for you. You couldn't lie about how much it turned you on.

You loved it.

Look, it's me after a long time.

hi guys, i hope you're doing well. i'm sorry i'm not updating here as much, i'm trying to give the main account some love, and there's also my work and college…

anyway, I hope you're well and that you enjoy this story. I don't know if I exaggerated too much… I think this is the first time I've written something so… intense?

Anyway, stay safe and drink some water

xoxo, spider.

#gxg imagine #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #wlw imagine #gxg smut #g!p reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x reader #shauna shipman x you #shauna shipman x reader #spiderb00bs

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bluehourbucky · 1 month ago

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Misunderstanding

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: someone notices a bite on your shoulder after a patrol

~ established relationship, g*uns, swearing, a little spice, second hand embarrassment

a/n: first time writing for joel im scared but I just have to because I'm in mourning. also im so rusty with writing so bare with me please 😭

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It's finally over you think, as you dismount your horse and leaving him in the stables. You had early patrol with Joel and even though you love spending time with him, you prefer it to be at home. It also doesn't help that you're sore and tired after what you and joel were up to last night.

"Hey sweetheart, I 've to talk to Tommy, It shouldn't take long." Joel whispers in your ear while holding your hips. He let's out a chuckle when you dramatically sigh.

"I'll be back, honey." You roll your eyes when he slaps your ass on his way. That man is impossible and you love him.

~~~

When Joel came home he didn't even say hello but immediately started complaining, which made you smile.

"So, I talked to Tommy he wants a party so we have a better sense of community or something. And for some reason I have to be there."

You chuckled but said nothing just gave him a kiss which he accepted very enthusiastically. His hands started wandering, first to your neck, then his thumb went over your nipple making you moan.

"No sir. We're going. We have to, or Tommy will come here and it will be a whole thing" You say as you grab his hands. Joel pushes his head in your neck, muttering how Tommy's annoying and shit.

"I'll wait for you there." It was necessary that you leave or you and Joel would be back in bed in no time.

~~~~~~~

"WHAT THE HELL, PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

Joel yells at Seth who has a gun pulled on you. He took a while to shower so you had already arrived at the bar but what he didn't expect was what was waiting for him there.

You were in the middle of a circle made of people in the bar with Seth holding a gun to your head, you had your arms in the air, shaking with tears running down your face.

"SHE'S BITTEN."

" I swear I'm not I- "

"Shut up."

Joel pulls a gun and aims it at Seth.

"You have two seconds to stop aiming at my wife or you'll regret it."

" You're crazy Miller, your wife or not she's infected!"

Joel looks back at you in question, you two didn't see any clickers or anything suspicious.

"Take your jacket off right now!" Sean yells out waving his hand

And you do slowly, shakily not wanting to be shot.

"Pull down your shirt! THERE! LOOK!!"

"SHOOT HER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Someone yells.

"No stop! I'm not infected I swear!" you yell out half laughing.

"You think this is funny?And how do you know"

"Actually no it's embarrassing. And you can put the gun down, I ain't infected with nothin except Joel's germs Might become grumpy or sum."

Your face is red as you speak trying to sound nonchalant, all while looking at the culprit that bit you just hours ago.

"False alarm everyone. Continue please." Tommy says cutting the awkward silence.

You gasp as Joel pushes Seth to the floor.

"Try that again and I will end you."

" You okay?" His gaze softens his attention only on you.

" Yeah let's go."

As soon as you're out and alone without people around Joel hugs you and holds you as if you're the most precious thing on earth.

"Oh sweetheart, my heart almost stopped. When he said you were bitten I-" his sentience was cut with your kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere handsome, though I'm glad your old heart didn't give out"

"Excuse me!?"

"You know I'm joking, anyways It was really hot how you were about to shoot someone made me weak in the knees." You say as you start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Enough, this horniness is what got you in trouble in the first place."

~~~~~

"Oh god Joel. Right there!" you moan throwing your head back to rest on Joel's shoulder.

It was supposed to be a normal patrol but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Joel is a sight and it is rare that you ever skip an opportunity to admire him. The way the light shone through the branches and hit his hair in the perfect way, his grays shining. The way his hands hold the reins his veins are so prominent. He is basically every dirty fantasy you've had come to life.

"Joeeeel." you whine and Joel turns with a smirk on his face and amusement.

"You're trouble you know." He says as he drops down from his horse. He helps you get down even though he knows you can do it yourself, just because.

You grab his neck bringing him down in a heated kiss, fingers going through his hair.

"Darling.." Joel whispers into your lips, hands going to your jeans unbuttoning them, his finger making it's way to your folds.

"Please baby I need you, please."

And who was he to deny you. Joel takes off his jacket and with one hand holds it to a tree and woth the other holds your neck and pushes your head to the tree.

"You greedy girl, I fucked you last night till 3am and you want more." Joel growls into your ear as he unbuttons his jeans pulling out his already hard length.

As he enters you mercilessly you can't help but moan, his rhythm unforgivable.

"Joel please please" you beg and you dont even know what you're begging for. Joel has you pressed against the tree, one hand on your hips the other rubbing your clit.

"Baby I'm close" you moan and then Joel hits just the right spot and your orgasm hits you so hard you can barely stand and if he wasn't holding you you'd probably fall.

Joel is so close and the second he feels your orgasm his crashes over him so over whelming he bites your shoulder making you scream in ecstasy.

"That's gonna leave a mark." you laugh breathlessly as Joel kisses the bite he so selfishly left.

"Maybe I like that, maybe I want people to know you're mine."

~~~~

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #tlou #tlou fic #joel miller smut #jackson joel

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talaok · 1 year ago

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a smutty joel imagine with him saying, “you’re in trouble doll”

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel, your dad's best friend, has pissed you off once again for his constant fear of your father finding out about you, so you decide to make him jealous, only he doesn't take it as well as you expected... or maybe exactly as you had

warnings: jealousy, he grabs you by the neck at one point, possessive!Joel smut| a bit of thigh riding, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, she calls him daddy ONCE bc I need to cut back on the daddy kink it's becoming a problem, kind of exhibitionism, and unnecessary feelings cause i can never fucking write a story where they're just fucking for some reason

You were flirting good

The way you only did when you weren't really interested, when it was just a game, when you were bored, or perhaps... in the mood for taunting someone

Maybe someone who was across the backyard, his hazel eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as he gripped his beer hard enough to shatter it, his head nodding slowly at whatever your dad was saying, but his thoughts only to you, only to that little asshole who had his hand on your cheek- on his girl

"I'd forgotten how funny you are" you said, after falling into a more than exaggerated laughing fit at one of Kaleb's miserable jokes.

He grinned with that smile guys have when they think they have it in the bag, when they’re already picturing you in their bed

As if

“Tell you what, I'm even funnier in front of a drink,” he said, his eyes glinting with victory “you free tonight?”

But before you could respond, a very much non-friendly voice barked from beside you

"she's not"

Joel looked even hotter than usual with that t-shirt clinging to his toned biceps and pecs, and the way he was looking at Kaleb... he looked ready to kill, and fuck if that didn't make him even hotter

"Tommy needs your help on the grill, I'm takin' a break" he nodded toward his brother, giving the guy a chance to scramble before he had to punch him in the face

"now?" Kaled wined, his gaze trailing to you, as if counting on the understanding of another man of what he was interrupting

"Now."

There was no room for negotiating, and the guy finally got it, sighing loudly before nodding

"Fine, I'll catch you later then," he smiled, watching you reciprocate, before he started for the grill

You squinted your eyes against the sun as you looked up at Joel, making a show of rolling your eyes as he gave you that stern, angry look he was always so good at giving

"Cockbloker"

You didn't wait for whatever smart retort he was gonna send your way as you turned around and started making your way into the house,

only of course, he was right behind you, closing the glass door to the kitchen with a loud thud

"you're in trouble doll"

again, you could only roll your eyes as you opened the fridge to look for what you didn't even know

The party of people just outside the windows was loud, but his steps as he stalked to you were the only thing you could hear

"I'm talking to you"

You could hear the restraint in his voice, almost feel it oozing off of him, the way you were getting under his skin, the way he was controlling his own rage

And when you only sighed, still not acknowledging his presence... then his self-control slipped, and his hand had forced the fridge to fly shut, the bottles rattling inside.

maybe this will get your attention

And it did, you turned to him, a bored, stoic look on your face

"what do you think you're doing?" he hissed, his jaw ticking

"what?" you cocked a brow "I'm not allowed to talk to people anymore?"

The way he tilted his head, flames of anger lighting his eyes as he took a step towards you made you want to get down on your knees and suck him off right there and then... but then again, you were supposed to make him pay

"Don't give me that bullshit" he growled "That wasn't just talking, there's only one thing that guy was after and you know it"

You scoffed, taking a step closer to him in affront

"so?" you asked, raising your brows "What I was after the same thing Joel?" you argued "You know, since you're so scared of my dad finding out... since you're always saying I should find someone more age-appropriate, I figured... why not Kaleb?"

Oh he was fuming

"At least he's not scared of my dad" you mocked "At least he wouldn't have to sneak out of my house after he's done fucking me-"

you didn't even see him move, the only thing you felt, was the back of your head hitting the fridge, and seconds after, his hand gripping your throat, and only then did you hear the gasp fleeing your throat

he had moved you to the other side of the fridge so that from outside, no one could see your dad's bestie choking his daughter without so much of a hair of second thought.

"If he even tries to come near you" his face was but an inch from yours "He won't have a dick to fuck you with sweetheart, got it?"

What did he think? That he was gonna scare you? please

You snorted, your mouth twitching in a smirk

"You don't own me Joel" you only purred "I can fuck who I want"

The snarl he let out was nothing but predatory

"You think that fucking guy's the right one for you?" he asked, his right leg in between yours, the top of his thigh dangerously close to your core

"you think that little asshole's gonna make you come?" his breath was ghosting your mouth, but he ducked lower, murmuring against your ear now

"You think Kaleb's gonna fuck you better than I do?"

Although shivers were running down your spine, you chuckled, as you murmured "Maybe"

He groaned, his thigh immediately going to your center, rubbing against your clit as his fingers tightened on your throat.

"say that again" he challenged, his voice rough and throaty

"what," you grinned, "you think you're some kind of sex god or something?"

The fact that he could hear all the little whimpers you were swallowing down your throat didn't help your case

"Have you forgotten already about all the times you were begging for my cock sweetheart?" he teased, his jeans damping with your slick as you parted your mouth in pleasure "All the nights you spent screaming my name, mh?"

His warm words felt so good on your neck, and his leg... if he kept at it you might just fall apart like that

"you think another man can do that for you?" his eyes were boring into yours now, his hand forcing you to meet his gaze

And when you didn't answer, the same smug grin on you, he understood what he needed to do

"You need a little reminder, 's that it?"

And just like that, you had exactly where you wanted him.

If he was aware that this was your plan all along, he didn't show it, probably because you had turned his brain into a jealous angry heap.

He watched the way you bit your bottom lip, the same way he's seen you do thousands of times before, need pooling in your iris and panties at the same time

"ah that's it, isn't it?" he growled, his right hand going to squeeze your ass "my dirty girl needs me to remind her who's the only man that can make her feel good huh?"

And fuck it, but you were already palming the bulge at the front of his pants

"whose cock she needs to be filled with" he smirked, watching your pretty eyes fall to his mouth

"then I guess I just have to, don't I?"

His lips were on yours faster than you could blink, his mouth ravenous and hungry as much as his tongue, which was exploring every inch of you as if he needed to have all of you, right there, right now.

You felt his hand leave your neck and seconds after your ear picked up his zipper getting undone and then he was picking you up and he was hastily freeing his cock from his boxers and-

It was all so fucking fast- he felt like a man possessed

For this much talk of you being the one to need a reminder, it looked like it was him the only one to need this

And maybe it was because seeing you talking to that guy made him see red, or maybe because it had been more than 24 hours since he had a taste of you and missed you more than anything, or maybe... maybe he was just starting to realize that it wasn't the 24 hours, and it wasn't Kaleb, but it was you, it had always been you, with that smart mouth and that smug attitude and your determination and kindness and beauty and fuck- this had never been just fuking- he could never just be having sex with you, he wanted to have you, all of you, not just like this, but in public, in front of everyone, in front of Kaleb and you pissed off dad- he wanted to- to bring you on a proper date and pay the bill and only then fuck you so good you forgot your name- he wanted, he wanted everything, he wanted you, completely.

"You know anyone could come in here at any moment right?" you asked breathlessly as you leaned away, your lips swollen already

He had you propped against the part of the fridge facing the wall, so you were hidden from the outside, but anyone could have just taken a closer look, or come into the kitchen for a fresh beer and caught you just as he railed into you... and he couldn't have fucking cared less

"What, you scared?"

And the way you smiled- the way you smiled was enough to make a grown man drop to his knees in an instant

"fuck me, daddy"

God fucking damn him, but he might just be in love

"Jesus fucking Christ doll"

He didn't let you laugh at him before he had pounced into you with one hard and deep thrust, his mouth crushing into yours simultaneously to drown out that clamorous moan he already knew was coming from your throat

He didn't let you get used to him, he only started fucking up into you like he needed to split you in half, like he needed to get deeper into you that he'd ever been.

He was grunting with each push, and you could faintly hear the fridge beside you move in tandem with his movements, but you couldn't have cared less about worrying whether or not it could be seen from outside.

he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you and just as you were about to cry out like a mad woman, his hand was on your mouth, shutting you up for good

"you let another guy touch this fucking pussy and they're dead" his eyes were just as brutal as his thrusts, although a veil of harrowing honesty lay beneath them

He was being serious, he needed you to know that

"got it?" he asked, your mind only half listening as your walls tightened around him "It's fucking mine" he purred, the hand he had on your waist tight enough to bruise "You're fucking mine," he said, "all of you"

You swore you felt pain underneath the anger in his voice

"I don't care what you say, I'm the only one that can make you come, 'm the only one who can touch you or fuck you or- or fucking take you out to dinner- got it?"

If it were any other moment you would have teased him, but this... there was something too precious- too honest about this

"yes" you whimpered into his palm,

And that sent him straight to fucking heaven, he couldn't help but relieve your lips of his hand and kiss you again, kiss you with every inch of life he had in him

"You're mine" he breathed, both of you breathing so heavily you were nearly hyperventilating

"I'm yours Joel" you promised, your core wisting and tuning as he drilled you closer and closer to the edge "I'm yours" you repeated, watching what it did to him, the relief plastered onto his face, the want only multiplying in his pace "only yours- all of me-"

"that's right" he breathed, his skin slapping with yours "My pussy, my body, my girl" he purred "You're mine, doll"

And just like that, he had pushed you over the edge, watching you fall apart closely before he couldn't help but follow suit, kissing you as he silenced both your moans, bottling them up inside of him, so he could never forget them, forget this.

You opened your eyes to find his already on you, so many unspoken words, feelings, hopes in them, and you couldn't help but smile, dropping your forehead to his as he settled you back onto the ground

"That was- wow" you sighed, still grinning like a kid "I should make you jealous more often"

"Please don't" he begged, his fingers drawing circles on your waist as you kissed him again, smiling softly onto his lips

You needed to talk, about what happened, about what this was, about everything... but as you both leaned away, a mutual understanding passed through you

Later

"You should get back out there" you murmured, although halfheartedly.

the prospect of moving away from his embrace felt like hell right now

"what about you?" he asked, his nose nuzzling against yours

"I gotta clean myself up"

"I could help"

You rolled your eyes playfully as a small laugh flowed through you

"Joel" you said, still smiling "go"

And so even if his whole mind, body, and soul were fighting against it, he did, kissing you one last time before he leaned away, fixed himself up, and looked at you one more time, before walking out of the kitchen and into the backyard

And as if on cue that fucking asshole had to come in and ruin his fucking vibe

"Hey, where's y/n? I've been looking for her" Kaleb asked, walking up to him.

Joel didn't even try to be nice, he didn't even bother with that "count to ten before answering" bullshit Sarah was always telling him about

"She's not interested, and if I see you even just looking her way ever again, I am going to kill you Kaleb, understand?"

To say the guy was taken aback was the understatement of the century

His eyes widened so much he didn't even look like himself

"w-what the fuck?" he spat "Where is she, I need to t-"

"she's in the bathroom" Joel cut him off, pure rage and annoyance in his voice, in his stare "cleaning my come off of herself"

Kaleb stumbled back, literally now

"w-wha-"

"I told you buddy" Joel said simply "she's not interested"

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artificial-transmutations · 9 months ago

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4k! Dropout Dorm 2

Aiden coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"No, I don't think so..."

Marvin walked towards him, slowly. Thankfully, Marvin only went to the window to open it before packing his bag.

"Aren't you going to get out of bed soon?" Marvin asked. "Classes are about to start!

Of course, that wasn't all that easy. Under his blanket, his body was still covered in spurts of cum that Aiden smeared into the fabric and all over himself with every movement.

"Go ahead, my classes don't start for a while, and I'm really sleepy" he lied while faking a yawn. Apparently, the innocent Marvin bought his lie and left for class. Once the room door closed, Aiden bolted out of bed. As he had feared, the inward facing side of his blanket as well as his torso were wet with sticky cum. However, Marvin had also been right about classes. He had no time to clean up properly or take a shower now, that would have to wait until the afternoon. Aiden quickly used his towel to wipe off the worst from his body and turned his blanket, so the dirty side faced down. He threw on some clothes and was almost out of the door when he noticed that the window was still open. Not having anything stolen was definitely more important than a smelly room, so he closed the window and hurried to his class.

Aiden made it to class, just barely. He didn't have any trouble following the professor but was distracted by himself. As the day progressed, Aiden noticed that he was smelling a bit. The sweaty activity this morning combined with the dried up seed under his clothes and the lack of shower produced a bit of a smell. It was probably nothing anyone else would notice, but still, Aiden was very self-conscious about it and resolved to taking a shower when classes were over. To make matters even worse, it was a moderately hot summer day, and Aiden was sweating under his long sleeve shirt. He didn't want to open it on the other hand in order not to disturb anyone with his smell.

Marvin was the first to return to the 'dropout dorm'. When he opened the door, he immediately noticed the stale air. For understandable reasons, Aiden had closed the window when he left the room. Apparently, the time it had been open had not been enough to get rid of the strong aroma two sleeping guys produced.

Marvin considered opening the window again but decided against it. The sun was burning down outside and opening the window now would only make the room heat up unnecessarily. Besides, he almost didn't smell it anymore.

With this rationalization, Marvin started up his PC, to get his assignments done. He had a few days for them but doing them immediately didn't hurt.

However, Marvin found it hard to concentrate today. Perhaps it had been the new experiences during the last few days, but he was feeling rather aroused. His small dick had gotten stiff, and he found himself readjusting his crotch often while trying to concentrate on his assignment.

Finally, he gave up. It had been long since he had been this horny. He just needed to get it out of his system, so he opened a porn site. As he was nestling on the button of his pants however, without a warning, the room door opened.

Marvin panicked, and his face became red as a tomato. He simultaneously shoved his shirt over his thankfully small bulge and hit the power button of his computer, not caring that he lost what little progress he had made on his assignment.

Thankfully, Aiden, who came into the room, had not noticed anything out of the ordinary but regarded Marvin with a curious look.

"Hey Marvin. Why are you shutting down your computer?"

"Oh, uhm, hi Aiden. Yes, I'm... eh... I mean I have to go, that's why!"

"Ah, cool, where are you going?" asked Aiden in a friendly tone while letting himself fall to his bed.

Crap. He needed a good excuse. Classes were over for the day. Without thinking much, he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "I'm going to the gym!"

"To the gym?" Aiden asked bewilderedly.

"Yes, I thought there is no harm in trying it out once, haha!" Marvin said and went through his drawer to retrieve some never used gym clothes.

"Alright! Have fun!" said Aiden, secretly happy he would be alone in the room because of that.

Marvin dressed quickly, grabbed his backpack and left the room.

Finally alone, Aiden, who was still lying on his bed, sighed a sigh of relief. Now, he had time to clean up, change his sheets and shower. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested. He took a test sniff on his armpits. Yep, they smelled pretty intense, at least compared to his usual body odor. What was a bit odd though were the bushes of brown hair that prominently looked out from his armpits. Had he always been so hairy there? He couldn't say - that was something he never noticed much. It smelled really sweaty, though. When he scratched the hair with his hand, it felt damp with sweat.

Aiden smelled his fingers that just had scratched his pit, just to be sure. Yes, definitely a strong odor. He repeated the experiment on his other armpit. Same result. Aiden's head was swimming and for some reason he was really horny again. His dick strained against his pants and demanded attention. Good thing Marvin was out. It was pretty unusual for him to feel the need to jerk off twice in a week, let alone twice in a day, but Aiden thought nothing of it and got to work.

As his right arm pumped up and down, the smell from his armpits was shoved into the room with each movement, for some reason making Aiden even more aroused. As he was getting close already, however, this wasn't enough anymore. As best as he could, he buried his nose in his armpits and took a deep breath. Ohhhh yes! That sensation brought him over the edge and more cum splattered against his body. Some missed his chest and hit his pillow instead, forming wet patches on the linen.

Aiden exhaled. That was unusually intense. He looked down on the mess he made. He should clean that up. But right now, he felt really tired, and Marvin would surely be out for a bit, so he still had some time. He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped over his chest, letting the fabric absorb his sweat and cum, while spreading the rest more over his body, before letting the cloth fall to the floor without spending a further thought on it. Time to relax for a bit.

With this thought, Aiden snuggled himself into his stained bed and slumbered away.

Meanwhile, Marvin arrived at the gym. What was he even doing? He could just pretend he went to the gym and return half an hour later. But then again, this would just be wasting time, and he did buy the gym clothes in case he wanted to try out the athletic offerings of the college at some point.

Under no circumstances had he expected this to be the case on his very first day here, but he might as well.

Thankfully, there was nobody there to see him, as he changed into his gym clothes and so he entered the foreign territory in his oversized clothes with a bit of apprehension. But there was nobody in here as well, so he could basically do whatever he wanted without making a fool out of himself.

Where to start... There were the treadmills of course, but after closer inspection, the devices looked pretty complicated, and Marvin didn't want to damage anything (or himself) by pressing the wrong button on it. What else... There were weights. Those are pretty straightforward, Marvin reasoned. Just grab the weighted sticks and lift them, repeatedly. There was probably no way he could do that wrong.

So, Marvin grabbed some weights and started to lift them up. Even though he started with the smallest one, it was surprisingly heavy, and Marvin went out of breath pretty quickly. He looked at the dumbbells again. They looked really tiny, especially compared to the other versions with much bigger discs. He wouldn't let himself be defeated by those! He grabbed them again and continued lifting.

Once he found his rhythm, the lifting became somewhat easier, and Marvin actually started to enjoy himself. Sweat was running down his body in rivers, drenching his light shirt, but he didn't care. He felt good!

Marvin lost track of the time for a bit, but he had been working out for at least an hour, maybe two. During the last half hour or so, he even had switched to the next bigger disc size and found he could lift them as well. When he finally had enough, though, he noticed that there were other people working out in the gym now. He hadn't seen them come in, so focused has he been on his own lifting.

The problem was, there were also other people in the locker room and shower. Marvin really didn't fancy showering with other people, so he decided to just shower in their dorm room.

When he entered the 'dropout dorm', he saw Aiden slumbering in his bed. He was shirtless and his arms hung over the bedframe, exposing hairy armpits. On the floor, a crumbled up shirt was lying, and the whole room smelled a bit... ripe. Marvin smiled. Poor Aiden, he must have been really tired. Best to let him sleep instead of opening the window. Besides, Marvin himself was so sweaty he was pretty smelly as well, he was sure of it. Time to hit the shower!

As he let the hot water run down his body, Marvin noticed a couple of things that seemed odd. For the first time in ever, he noticed some really small amounts of definition on his slim body. While that could probably be explained by the strain on his muscles from the workout (the word 'pump' didn't mean anything to Marvin), there were two more observations that were harder to explain. There were a very few small hairs on his chest, and overall, his complexion was a tad darker, like he had a tan. He didn't have a tan for all his life! It must have been the moving boxes in the bright sunshine yesterday, Marvin rationalized.

After finishing his shower, Marvin worked on his assignments for a bit, but stopped quickly. It wasn't really fun, a mixture of boring and surprisingly difficult at times. He had clearly underestimated the difficulty of his assignments. Perhaps he would have to take a fresh look at it tomorrow.

Furthermore, his body was acting up again. Even though his workout was now several hours ago, he was still sweating like mad. His butt left a wet print in his chair when he stood up and sweat kept dripping down his body and into his eyes. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was constantly hard. Of course, with Aiden sleeping just a few meters away, there was absolutely no way he would do anything about it right now, he would just have to endure it. His gaze went to the sleeping Aiden more than once, without him even noticing, taking in the incredibly hairy armpits and sparse hair on his chest (were those there before?) subconsciously.

Surely, there would be an opportunity to care for that tomorrow, Marvin reasoned as he shut down his computer and went to bed as well.

With his dick tenting his blanket, he drifted off to sleep.

Things are set in motion! Read the previous part here. The next part is waiting here.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #dumbing down #racial transformation #sweat #hairy

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sapphicmsmarvel · 8 months ago

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azriel crack headcannons!

im alive!

note: use of “tits” instead of “breasts”, i hate that word yall.

-You love being mushy with him. Complimenting his eyes, his hands, his voice. He gets all blushy and squeaky and it’s so cute.

-He activated cuteness aggression which confused him at first but he secretly loves how obsessed you are with him. (he’s never had anyone be so obsessed with him)

-You both give each other flowers. The first time you gave him his own bouquet he was giggling and kicking his feet in private.

-You have trouble trying new food, so he will let you try a bit of his meal if he gets something new. That way you don't “waste” (even though he has enough money to buy velaris at this point) money. Even if he insists you don't need to worry about money.

-You like asking him insane questions.

“How do you feel about me wearing revealing clothes in public?”

He shrugged. “I can fight and you look beautiful in anything.”

“If i got a new piercing-“

“My love, it’s your body. But if you pierce your nipples i’m going to have so much fun.”

-You got your nipples pierced. You couldn’t decide on what jewelry to get. So you bought two pairs. One, for the healing process that were barbells with blue gems.

For after, barbells with an ‘A’ on both ends of the jewelry. That man audibly moaned when he saw that specific piece of jewelry.

-He has loud sneezes.

-He’s afraid of spiders.

-You two 100% gossip.

-You’ll read smutty novels to each other in funny voices. This is the only way Azriel discovered that he can make an incredible high pitched voice.

-He gets the zoomies at random times. You know it’s brewing when the shadows start to practically vibrate in the air.

-If you have your hair up, he or his shadows will play with your baby hairs that escape the hairstyle.

-Speaking of the shadows, they’ll just sit on your waist like a belt and just be part of whatever outfit you have on. Or a necklace (not in a kinky way you dirty birds)

((but like, that too))

-Speaking of things being taken as kinky. He stretches you out. You have a disability that worsens when you don't do your daily stretches (sciatica nerve damage gang rise up) so he forces you to do them.

-As in pins you down and forces your body to stretch out the nerve.

“It’s almost like you like to be in pain.” He admonishes as he pushed on your glute.

“I’m just lazy.” You admit.

He smacks your ass, causing you to yelp. “Well, I don't like seeing my love in pain, so stop being lazy.”

-He may be a stoic warrior, but he’s also a guy. He loves titties.

-He’ll burrow into them when he’s upset.

-When your cycle happens, your tits get sore and swollen. So he’ll massage them, suck on them, anything.

-You wear lip balm a lot. You just have a thing where a tube needs to be on you at all times. He personally prefers when you wear a balm that’s vanilla or like a baked good. The minty balms he really doesn’t like the taste of.

-Usually, he is the exact opposite of lazy. However, you’ve turned him into a lazy sunday morning man. Or really, any day he wants to sleep in, he does now. You’re just so warm and sweet and sleepy he can’t resist it!

-You sprawl out in bed. You starfish over the entire bed if he gets up for the bathroom or water in the middle of the night. To get you back to your side, all he has to do is poke your side and you curl in on yourself.

He giggles (yes, giggles) every single time.

-He already is a mischievous man, but with you the silliness hits an all time high.

-Random ass spankings, he bean dips you, when he works out wearing a shirt, he’ll take the shirt off and throw it at you. So you have a musty sweaty ass shirt coming at you.

-You always call his shadows “little stinkers” and he loves it.

-They’ll move things to higher shelves to force you to ask Azriel for help getting them.

The man loves leaning over you, your sweet ass pressed against him as he reaches.

-Sometimes, you’ll just stare at him and wonder how this beautiful man is yours.

But that’s okay, because he stares at you the same way.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acofs #acotar fanfic #acotar x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel fluff #azriel x reader #azriel x reader fluff

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marvelobsessed134 · 1 year ago

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Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

#top natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel smut #professor!natasha romanoff

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