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freelancearsonist · 3 years ago

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Trying

Kane x fem!Reader

Rated MA for basically porn without plot, lots of breeding/pregnancy kink, trying to conceive, slight kinda dom/sub vibes

1,843 words

A/N: this is a commission piece for my other half @aellynera!! thanks for the bread mom i hope this lives up to your expectations 🥺

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It starts as a joke of sorts.

On a grocery shopping date you casually mention that you need to grab some tampons, and without missing a beat Kane says, “wouldn’t need those if you let me knock you up.”

There’s something about the sincerity in his voice that makes you need to restrain yourself from jumping him in the middle of the produce section.

If you push him into the backseat after unloading the groceries into the trunk and ride him like your life depends on it until the windows are all fogged up and he’s so drained he can barely move, no one needs to know about it.

And then it becomes sort of a thing. Kane makes a passing remark about knocking you up, you fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. But the conversation never really progresses past that point.

Until Kane’s birthday, that is.

He has the day off from work so you let him sleep in while you run to the store for some last minute cake ingredients and a few other household items.

He must wake up at some point while you’re putting away the groceries, because one minute you’re trying to put your pads on the top shelf where Kane moved them and your tampons last time he cleaned the bathroom, and the next moment you’re letting out a little shriek of surprise as Kane scoops you up in his arms and lifts you so you can reach.

“Good morning, my love,” he hums as he sets you back on the ground.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you giggle. “You were supposed to stay in bed, I was gonna bring you breakfast.”

“Mmm, sorry honey. I heard my girl struggling and I had to come to the rescue.”

“I wouldn’t need help if you hadn’t put this stuff on the top shelf that you know I can’t reach,” you huff. Your attempt at sounding annoyed falls flat because it’s near impossible to be upset with this giant golden retriever of a man, and Kane knows it.

He nuzzles his face into your neck and plants a small kiss over your pulse point—what little feigned annoyance you had melts away, just like he anticipated. Damn him.

“You wouldn’t need those if you let me knock you up.”

It hits a little different this time. The first few times, you could write it off as a joke. Now, though… you’re starting to believe it’s something he actually wants. And you’d be a damned liar if you even implied you didn’t want it, too.

“You’re not making very good on those promises to get me pregnant, y’know.”

He chokes up for a moment, and then before you know it you’re laying in bed with him hovering over you, the heat of his body radiating through you and making you feel fuzzy.

“Do you mean it?” He asks earnestly. There’s a sincerity to his voice that almost sounds like anticipation of disappointment—like it’s too good to be true. “Do you wanna start tryin’?”

“I do,” you tell him without hesitation. “I thought I’d made it obvious.”

“So… we can…”

You can’t help the giggle that spills past your lips at the puppy-like look of hope he has on his face.

“Yeah, Kane,” you say with a nod of your head. “We can start trying.”

Kane doesn’t waste a beat before pressing his lips firmly to yours, tongue nudging at your bottom lip and drawing a moan from you.

Your clothes seem to have a mind of their own as Kane tugs them off of you. Your shirt lands on your dresser; your bra gets hooked on the closet door handle. Your pants end their journey on the floor in front of the door, but your panties only get as far as the lamp on the nightstand.

Kane’s boxers—the extent of his pajamas—are lost somewhere under the covers, most likely to be found a few nights from now when you stretch out your legs and find an odd lump at the end of the bed.

He takes his time working you up, even though he knows he doesn’t have to. It’s one of your favorite and simultaneously least favorite things about him, the way he becomes a worse and worse tease as time progresses. Seemingly every time you lay under him like this, he’s devised a new way to torture you until you’re squirming and writhing and begging for him to let you come.

Today, his method of torture lies in brushing his nose from your knee all the way up the length of your thigh, then back down to your other knee. You feel his hands on your hips keeping you in place—pinning you down so you can’t buck your hips to get his mouth where you want it.

You hate him. You love him so much.

It’s not enough to just whine and whimper at him; you know it, and he knows that you know. He’s reminded you countless times that “good girls use their words if they want something”, so you know what you have to do. You just don’t know if you have the strength to do it.

Because as much as you hate being teased, you absolutely love the animalistic look on your husband’s face. You love the smug satisfaction you get from not giving in, from not quite giving him what he wants: your begs and pleads.

You imagine he has the same exact feeling right now, teasing you like he has all the time in the world.

But it’s a battle of wills, and you know from experience that Kane is far stronger than you when it comes to this game. He’ll hold out until you’re in tears if you push it that far, so you concede with grace.

“Please, Kane,” you whimper. “Touch me. Please.”

His hum is so smug you almost want to take it back.

“Since you asked so nicely…”

And then his smooth, wet tongue is gliding over your clit and you wouldn’t even dream of taking it back.

He anticipates the bucking movement of your hips and strengthens his hold on you before you can move, short nails deliciously biting into your skin and leaving little crescent moon shapes as evidence of the pleasure he brings you.

He’s good at this, there’s really no better way to put it. He pushes two fingers inside you and crooks them just right to make your hips jump; in conjunction with his mouth on your clit, you think this is the closest you’ll ever get to feeling heaven on Earth.

Kane’s quick to pull you apart—he knows your body better than his own, and you’re fairly certain he could make you come with a snap of his fingers. He loves making you feel good; you sometimes wonder if he’d rather make you come than come himself.

He works you through your release, fingers still moving inside you and drawing moan after moan from your parted lips even as the haze of orgasm dissipates and you have to push him away.

“I love when you go down on me,” you pant, “but that’s not how babies are made.”

You could swear he growls as he drifts his lips up your stomach, between your tits to suck a mark on the column of your throat. You feel his hands drift up from your hips to squeeze your breasts and pay wonderful attention to your hard and neglected nipples, but the touch is overshadowed by the wonderful stretch as he pushes his hard cock inside you.

It’s always a stretch, that first amazing thrust that makes your breath hitch. He always claims it’s because you’re so perfect and tight—you maintain that it’s because his dick is the size of a tree branch.

“Good?” He murmurs against your neck once he’s seated his hips firmly against yours and stalled—giving you time to adjust to his size.

“So fucking good.”

The first thrust was slow and sweet as your walls stretched around him, but the second thrust is nearly violent. He draws out and slams himself back in, right against the spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so tight they almost hurt.

He knows your body too well.

He crashes over you like waves on a beach, high tide bringing with it the most intense and powerful pleasure you’ve ever felt. There’s a renewed vigor to the way he fucks you now that he has a goal in mind, and if this is how trying to conceive is going to be you almost hope you don’t get pregnant right away.

He keeps his face planted in your neck, focused entirely on driving his length into you, learning from the way you clench around him and the sounds you make and using all the data to find the precise spots that will make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.

It’s a game of timing, and he’s done his research—in scientific terms, if he can get you to orgasm right before he does, there’s a higher chance of fertilization.

“You’re gonna look so good,” he groans, basking in the way you dig your nails into his back and try to pull him closer, “full of my baby. Big and round all ‘cause I knocked you up.”

Your brain can’t formulate anything even close to a reply because his hips are speeding up and his fingers are drifting down to rub your clit and you’re almost certain you’re having the best dream of your life.

“I’m gonna fill you so full,” he growls. His voice is dark and grating with arousal and it makes you impossibly wetter. “And if you lose even a single drop, I’m gonna fill you up again. Again and again, until I put a baby in you.”

That shouldn’t do it for you, but it does. There’s little to no warning before your back arches and your cunt squeezes brutally tight around him and your vision goes with with pleasure.

You don’t even realize that Kane has filled you until you come down—it feels like years and simultaneously only seconds before you blink your eyes open and register the sticky mess between your legs.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp out with a small giggle.

He chuckles at that—collapsing on his back beside you and staring up at the white ceiling as he catches his breath enough to reply. “Trust me honey, there was nothin’ holy about that fuck.”

You lay in quiet, sated bliss for a while, and then Kane scoots to the end of the bed and gently pushes your knees apart.

He makes a small “tsk” noise, and you almost start to feel self conscious before he says, “look at that, it’s all leakin’ out. Looks like I’m gonna have to fill you up again.”

Not a single thought forms in your mind besides yes, yes, yes.

THE END

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markresonates · 3 years ago

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summary: You and Jaemin have always been able to sense when the other is lying or hiding something, but after a sudden accident, your deceptive skills are put to the test: can one of you get away with a little white lie?

➾part 2 (3.8k) | ➾part 3

pairing: med student!Jaemin x ice skater fem!reader

(other: dreamie 00 liners briefly)

genre: porn with plot, angst, fluff

trope: bstfrds2lvrs, amnesia, & there was only ONE BED?!?

word count: +4.6k

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (male recieving), throat f&cking, lil masturbation, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader

Today was your day. Your daily morning routine was seamless; despite typically bustingly with hordes of patrons, the coffee shop that you frequent was nearly empty; the traffic for both your A.M. drive to school and the subsequent late afternoon drive to the skating facility was next to nothing; and to your surprise, there were only two young, novice skaters at the rink when you arrived. A majority of the ice was smooth and glossy, having yet to be sullied with clumps of shaved ice, carved into with swirly patterns, and pierced by the sharp indents of technically advanced routines. But above all else, you valued the fact that you had been landing every jump with perfect execution. That is, until you overhear Renjun and Haechan gossiping about your best friend and some other girl by the concession stand.

“What does Jaemin even see in her? I think she’s prissy and full of herself.”

“Haechan, try looking in a mirror before you call someone else full of themselves.” Renjun scoffs. “Besides, we can't always choose who we’re attracted to, you know? We feel it whether we want to or not.”

You know all too well that Renjun’s right. You didn’t choose to develop feelings for Jaemin, it just happened.

Taking in this new information that you were clearly not supposed to hear is the untimely catalyst of your downfall — or should I say side fall. The connection between your brain and physical muscle coordination short circuits as your mind is flooded with every possible dreadful scenario under the sun. You’re thrown straight into the wall at high speed. Your forehead bashes into the solid perimeter with a loud thud, absorbing most of the hard impact. The distracting, nonchalant voices that were echoing across the rink are instantly replaced by panicked shouting in your direction. You slump to the sheer floor, feeling the melting slush seep into your clothing. Your vision frosts over in a flurry of black snow not a moment later.

The flowery aroma of your unknown location mixes with an unfamiliar sterile smell that tickles your nose. Taking in a sudden, sharp breath of air, you basically sneeze yourself out of unconsciousness. You open your heavy eyelids to see a foreign, shadowy room that you quickly deduce is in the hospital. Aside from the basic beeping medical machines to your left, the darkness of the night prevents you from making out every detail of your surroundings. The IU in your arm aches but the pain in your forearm is nothing compared to your head. You touch your throbbing forehead, accidentally pressing on the new stitches sewn into your skin. The pain prickles through your skull, triggering you to hiss loudly and wake the other individual in the hospital room.

“I told them you were allergic to flowers but they still brought them anyway,” Jaemin speaks up, grabbing his phone to illuminate where he is. He rolls out of the cot built into the hospital room’s wall and rushes to your side. Reaching out to gently cup his hand under your chin, he tilts your head up for your eyes to meet his sincere gaze. Even if he’s holding his phone around his hip and the dim, partially lit screen doesn’t provide you with much light, being touched by him while also being within a foot of his face, instantly beckons the wild butterflies in your stomach. “Honestly, if I’d known that the flowers would have woken you up sooner, I would’ve gotten you thousands of flowers from all over the world. All I got you was that stuffed animal bunny.”

He nods his head towards the blush toy that you didn’t notice next to your hand. You let out an airy giggle, scoping it up in your arms and holding it to your chest. “Yeah, but you know me so well that you knew I’d like a stuffed animal way more.” Nibbling at your bottom lip, you attempt to fight the temptation to look down at his pretty mouth but fail miserably after a mere three seconds. You curse the heart monitor clamped on your finger for speeding up against your wishes. “What’s today? How long have I been out?”

It makes perfect sense that you’re still groggy, slurring your words slightly and blinking repeatedly as if trying to ground yourself from the fog. He recognizes that it’s likely the morphine flowing through your system, blurring the pain into a numbness. That would also explain why your heart started to race when you sat up and your eyes began to wander. Jaemin checks his phone screen to answer your hazy questions. “Today is Saturday. You cracked your head open about a day and a half ago.”

“C-cracked my head open?!” You mindlessly reach up to your forehead again, grazing the injury and wincing as the result of your mistake. “Wait, why are you here? I could’ve sworn that only family could sleep overnight in the hospital.”

“It’s family or medical decision making agents. Remember when we went through the long, scrutinizing legal process of making each other our medical proxies since our parents live really far away?” Jaemin sighs when you lethargically shake your head. “I guess that’s one of the things you forgot.”

He leaves your bedside to quickly flick on the lights. Returning to his assessment, he picks up a clipboard hanging on a hook at the foot of the chair. For some bizarre reason, he scribbles a tiny, nearly illegible note on your medical chart like he knows what he’s doing. Jaemin puts it back in its rightful place, and cups your jaw with both of his hands, gingerly rotating your head side to side. You get the impression that this whole “assessment” is because he wants an excuse to touch you. Then again, considering that you bashed your head into a wall, your scrambled thoughts could be messing with the gut feeling. You look him up and down, noticing his attire for the first time. “Jaemin, why are you in hospital scrubs?”

“Aw, baby…” His head drops to the ground, staring at his shoelaces as his eyes begin to water.

He used pet names with you all the time, platonically of course, so calling you baby came naturally to him upon hearing your disheartening words. Whereas he’s deeply concerned about your memory loss, all your focus is on the fluttering in your abdomen from hearing him calling you baby. You don’t remember that this is simply one of the many nicknames Jaemin coined for you and regularly used prior to the major accident.

It takes him a handful of seconds to blink away the brimming tears before looking back up again. He doesn’t want to alarm you about the potential severity of your case. “I work here. I’m a med student.”

You gulp thickly. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot that… isn’t that a conflict of interest though? Are you even allowed to be here?” Your head tilts to the side in confusion.

“I don’t care if I’m allowed or not. I needed to be here for you,” Jaemin holds your gaze, devotion swimming in his sincere, mesmerizing eyes. “I’ll always be here for you, sweetheart. No matter what.”

Seriously, what does that even mean?

Uncertainty festers in your mind to the point where a nagging question gets clogged in the back of your throat.

Did you forget that Jaemin is your boyfriend?

Because all signs point to yes. He hasn’t left your side; he’s been sleeping over at the hospital with you; his touch makes you feel warm inside; he calls you baby and sweetheart; and most convincing of all, he just promised to you that he will “always be here for you.” He is the definition of the best, most compassionate boyfriend in the world and you stand by that statement.

You study his lips and swallow the nervous lump hindering your agency. Feeling a bolt of courage surge through your body, you impulsively rock forward and plant a soft kiss on Jaemin’s lips. Above all odds, he reciprocates the sudden intimate act for a second before leaning away from you with an unreadable expression when you hear footsteps approaching the room.

At the worst time imaginable, this just has to be the moment that the real real doctor enters the white-on-white room. Renjun walks a few paces ahead of the seasoned professional. He jerks his head away from you, gesturing to Jaemin with his hand to put some space between you two. Jaemin lurches 6 feet away from your side before the doctor can look up from the paperwork in his hands.

You convincingly pretend that you are paying a great deal of attention to the doctor’s explanation and whatever he’s conferring about with Jaemin; however, although it should be your top priority, your recovery is not first in line according to your foggy mind. Zoning out into the beyond, you take your best shot at meticulously reviewing everything that you can remember and try to make mental bookmarks on the parts that feel fuzzy.

While going through the process of cataloging a dozen or so fragmented memories, two life shattering pieces of information come into focus as those forgotten bits of your memory are cleared of all blurry smudges left by the brain injury.

1. Jaemin is not your boyfriend… you kissed your best friend.

2. Your best friend wants another girl that you vaguely picture in your head. You don’t remember her name and it really doesn’t matter honestly. Her name isn’t yours.

If you wouldn’t have put it together, you would be over the moon that Jaemin looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, but it doesn’t mean as much knowing that he has eyes for someone else and he sees you solely as a friend.

A paralyzing worriedness consumes your mind as you fixate on the devastating news that you just kissed your best friend. You just sprung it on him. Out of nowhere. No warning. No asking any questions like you should have. On another anxiety provoking note, you know he’s into someone else.

Should you confess to overhearing Renjun and Haechan talking about it at the rink? Would that make him feel guilty about partially being the reason you were injured? You wish you could lie to him and say you overheard it in a different context but you doubt you can lie to your best friend. You're afraid he knows you too well. Unfortunately, you have no choice though.

How long can you keep this up? It will be extremely difficult pretending that you’re entirely oblivious as to who he has a crush on right now, on top of ignoring that you awkwardly kissed him. Actually, there’s probably not a word to describe how hard it’s going to be to be around him constantly.

You determine it’s best for you to keep your distance from Jaemin. All of your efforts will be channeled into this avoidance plan of yours, and that’s that. You’re hoping that the embarrassing shock value from the unwanted kiss, and tinge of green outlining your dizzy eyes from knowing that you’re not the object of his affections, wears off. You wish you could act normal with your best friend again but you have a feeling that things will never be the same again.

You drift off to sleep the second the doctor steps through the doorway, silently praying that your dreams are clear of anything pertaining to the present complication you’re in with Jaemin. Hopefully it’ll be about the ice skating competition coming up in a month and a half. It’s obvious that you won’t be able to skate for a while due to the concussion but you are holding out hope that you will be back on the ice within maybe two-ish weeks, the same amount of time you would ideally like to avoid Jaemin.

Your “keep your distance” strategy goes up in flames as the week progresses. Jaemin rarely leaves your side in the 3 days you spend at the hospital and it’s not like you can just leave to avoid him like you wish you could; you’re hooked up to three different pieces of medical equipment and being monitored for the slightest of emergencies. He said very few words to you the first day after the kiss but after 24 hours, he was back to trying to initiate casual conversations and being his flirty self. He tried to say the word kiss twice but both times he backed off when you said your head was hurting. He himself didn't know how to approach the situation either to be honest.

Being that he is your surrogate health care decision maker, the doctor approached Jaemin about your aftercare, assuming he’s the person that will be taking care of you after you’re discharged. The medical professional coordinated a recovery plan for you with your best friend, detailing how after someone cracks their head open and suffers from a serious concussion they typically lack complete coherence and need assistance until they can take care of themselves again. The doctor instructed Jaemin’s supervision over you to last somewhere around a week and you have no say in the matter apparently.

You’re busy shoveling your belongings into the duffle bag that Jaemin brought for you when he tells you how this whole aftercare thing that you didn’t know about is going to work.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Jaemin,” you respond. Looking up to see his serious expression. “God, you’re not joking… ugh.”

“What’s so bad about living with me for a little while until you're fully better?” he pouts.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong with living with you! I just… ” You close your eyes and take a deep breath, stalling to collect your thoughts. You land on telling him a half truth- leaving out the crush part and most definitely the kiss part. “I don’t want to be in the way, you know? And it’s like you’re going to be my nurse for a week and that’s such a big commitment.”

You sift through the packed bag for different clothes, plucking some comfortable sweatpants, sleep shorts to wear underneath, and a coffee-stained oversized t-shirt squished at the bottom. You swipe Jaemin’s jacket that he told you he’d lent you last week and go to change in the bathroom, ensuring that the second you’ve changed out of your current leggings and sweater combo that smell like the hospital, you’ll have something long sleeved and cozy to keep you warm. Warm and cozy, similar to how Jaemin’s arms make you feel when he engulfs you in a big hug. This is only one example of something that you should obviously not be thinking about, but you can’t stop your mind from wandering off into the fantasy world involving Jaemin. At least that thought was rated PG though.

You feel extremely guilty that you play out explicit scenarios of him and you together behind your eyelids. He would be right across the room from you and you’d be imagining him bending you over the bed, bouncing on his hard cock as you rode him in cushioned chair in the corner of the room, and pushing you on your back and prying your legs apart on the makeshift bed he’s slept in for the past three nights, aggressively sinking himself into your throbbing cunt mercilessly. Jaemin would fuck you raw, stretch your walls with rough thrusts, wearing your body out whenever and wherever he wants. You'd be more than happy to let Jaemin use you like a sex doll, fucking you as hard and dirty as he desires. He'd grab and squeeze at your breasts, tweaking your nipples and sucking-

“Y/n, when I said I’d ‘always be here for you no matter what,’ I meant it. And part of that is committing to playing your nurse for a week.”

Jaemin’s voice pinches your skin, popping your day dreaming bubble instantly. You resume the process of redressing after the enticing, imaginary mind blowing sex completely lets go of your consciousness. If you can rack up the energy to do it, you might just have to finger yourself to those thoughts the next time he leaves you alone. Hopefully that's tomorrow morning.

He looks around the room for the folded up packet of aftercare instructions he was given, finding it on the built-in bed he’s been using. You hear the ruffling papers in his hands. “I don’t think you get it, y/n. It doesn't use the word nurse but it says right here that you need a caretaker until you’re ‘equipped to take care of yourself’ due to your ‘weak mental capacity’ and also I need to make sure you don’t get-” Jaemin clears his throat. “Addicted to the pain meds, you know? Since they’re really dangerous..." He lowers his voice, muttering to himself, "and if anything were to happen to you I might die too.”

You finish your exchange of comfortable attire and stuff your old clothes in the duffle bag. Easily lugging the bag on his shoulder as if it’s light as air, Jaemin gestures to the heavy door enthusiastically. “Okay, let’s get going! I can’t wait to show you my apartment.”

Jaemin moved into his new place by himself a few months ago and you had yet to swing by for a tour. Typically, you hangout at your house. Living with Renjun, Haechan and Jeno, it makes sense for you to spend more time in a place where a greater quantity of your friends call home. As close as you are with your roommates, you’ve known Jaemin much longer than the others; plus, as easy as it would've been to stay home and receive care through a rotation of your roommates, it’s not unusual for the house to be considerably noisy or busy with dozens of people — things that wouldn’t necessarily help your recovery process. And this is why Jaemin made the executive decision on your behalf that you would do best at his place. Honestly, you didn’t even put up a fight despite knowing that living with him for god knows how long could be a recipe for disaster.

You’re beyond grateful that he acts like nothing’s happened now, like you two didn’t kiss. Jaemin isn't giving you the cold shoulder and he isn't avoiding you for the sake of dodging potential awkwardness like you planned on doing. If anything, he dotes on you even more after the event, presumably because of the concussion and not related to the kiss whatsoever.

He leads you to his room the instant you arrive. You feel too exhausted to take a tour of the place, but he promises he will show you around tomorrow after you’ve rested tonight. You don’t know what you expected but you are shaken to the core when you realize that there is only one bed in the apartment. Distracting yourself with the simple bedtime routine was a good enough cover to distract yourself from overthinking about the situation with 100% of your brain; it is only the small, measly amount of 90% that is hung up on the limited ratio of beds to sleepers. Not counting the girl that you suspect he'll most likely ask out sometime soon, he’s a single bachelor. Only having one bed was perfectly reasonable. It’s just that this important tidbit didn’t cross your mind, like it most definitely should have before you agreed. God, stupid concussion, blurring your critical thinking skills.

You fall into your bedtime routine like you would've done in your own place, albeit your pace being significantly slower than usual. Jaemin checks up on you in the bathroom when your absence goes on longer than he’d expect for such simple chores. He calls out your name before entering the bathroom, wanting to avoid an accidental sighting of your intimate regions; it's not like he hasn't accidentally seen (snuck secret peeks of) parts of you naked before though. You've been best friends for over a decade and a half. Loads of incidents where scenarios such as that have occurred, but it's risky now being that you're here.

Sleeping over. With him. All alone.

He leans against the doorway while you continue to brush your teeth for what’s been 3 minutes. You’re staring off into the middle of nowhere with empty, wide eyes. “So what do you miss about your place?” he pipes up.

Shaking your head quickly, you topple out of a troubled, deep trance that’s consumed you too many times to count since the accident. You wash off your tooth brush and finally head to the wide king bed in the center of the room. “Well I’ve been gone 3 days by now so I really miss my bed and my privacy and all the things in my room. Oh, and all the new snacks I got last week because it was my turn to go shopping.” You grimace mentioning the time frame out loud. “Actually, they’re probably all gone by now.”

“I’ll go get you whatever you want, y/n.” Jaemin is two feet behind you, attentively monitoring what assistance you might need.

“I can walk by myself, thank you very much,” you deadpan, ignoring his offer to go fetch anything for you. “Seriously, stop treating me like I’m 80.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t need help, okay? Let me take care of you how I think you need to be cared for,” Jaemin coos in a sweet voice.

The corners of your mouth curl up as your best friend dotes on you cautiously. You walk through his room towards his bed with no difficulty, discreetly hiding the smile on your face. It’s nice to feel cared for, especially by Jaemin. By some miracle, one day maybe he’ll take care of you in other ways. You’re hopeful you have dreams about him “taking care of you” in every position possible when you fall asleep soon.

He mentally checks off the “coordinated enough to cross room” box of the caretaker evaluation in his head. You struggle to get his hoodie over the top of your head for a second, leading him to jump in and be of any assistance.

Jaemin clicks his tongue. “See? You still need my help, old lady.”

“I could’ve done it myself though,” you grumble, feigning an annoyance that he can see right through as fake. You hook your thumbs inside the waistband of your sweatpants and swing them down your legs, snickering when he immediately covers his eyes. “Relax, I have shorts underneath.”

“Oh, okay, good.” Jaemin rakes a hand through his dark hair in relief. “I really did not want to see you without your clothes.”

You fold your sweatpants messily and place them on what you believe to be a nightstand on your left, although you can't be sure of because his room is dimly lit. His freshly made bed is inviting and comforting in a way that no hospital bed could ever provide. It might just be in your head but you could swear that being in his bed was more comfortable than your own. Whether that’s because his mattress is of higher quality or because it is Jaemin’s bed that you get to sleep in is a whole different question that you feel too dizzy to figure out at the moment. You tug the blankets up to your chin, eyeing your clothed guardian's expression through the shadows. “Wow, is seeing me without any clothes seriously that terrible a thought?”

Jaemin’s eyes dart around the room for a moment. Nothing in his room offers any advice about what to do in a colossal clusterfuck like this situation. He takes a deep breath, ultimately deciding on how he is going to deal with this particular situation with his “best friend” … or used to be his best friend. Jaemin hadn’t just let it go that you kissed him. Kissing him at the hospital wasn’t something small that he could forget about. That microscopic crush that he had on that other girl and Haechan blew out of proportion was nothing compared to this.

And now, on the pretense that he thinks you believe he is your boyfriend right now, there's his shiny new, long awaited shot at making you his girl, served up on a silver platter. He only has to do one small shameful thing to make that happen: lie.

Telling you that you're in a relationship would only be a tiny lie. And if you asked him why he hadn't said anything the last few days, he could always say he did and "you must've forgotten, baby." It's a teeny-weeny white lie that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. The solution is right here in front of him and he eagerly snatches it before it goes down the drain.

“No, it’s not that terrible, sweetheart,” he says, tone sensual and husky like you’ve never heard before. “It’s just that I would only want to see my girlfriend peel off her clothes when she wants to, not catch her naked secretly.”

You sit up, staring at him with wide eyes as he rips his white shirt over his head in one swift motion and tosses it carelessly into the darkness of his large bedroom. The way he winks at you and holds eye contact as a flirty smile plays across his lips makes you want to drop to your knees and take him down your throat, let him fuck your mouth until he paints your face with ribbons of his cum.

As Jaemin mounts his bed and slinks up the spread of the mattress, you timidly lay down flat again. He crawls on top of you, hovering over your touch thirsty body. His hands on either side of your head, holding him up in a way so his face is a foot above yours. Jaemin’s eyes are stormy, clouded with a lust he clearly sees is reflected in your eyes as well.

You can feel your wetness soaking your panties, sticking to your hot core. All you want right now is to be filled up by Jaemin’s cock and you want him so badly your whole body is tensed up in anticipation. You rub your thighs together for the tiniest bit of friction, nibbling on your bottom lip and staring up at your once best friend with puppy eyes that silently plea “FUCK ME”

“You’re my girlfriend, y/n… I think you might’ve forgotten that you’re mine,” he rasps in a dark and greedy voice that makes you question whether your mind has been playing tricks on you since the moment you woke up.

Maybe you are his girlfriend. Maybe thinking that you weren't is another part of the hazy amnesia.

Can you even trust your mind at the moment?

He leans down and feathers his lips right over your puckered, desperate ones for a moment, before retracting all contact with your body. Your lips unsuccessfully chase his as he rocks back on his knees and hops off the bed. He leaves you utterly and completely speechless, lightheaded and throbbing between your legs. With no explanation at all, he goes to the closest, picks out a large jacket, walks around to the other side of the bed and grabs his pillow and makes his way out of the room. It all happens so quickly you question if you're dreaming already.

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight and give you a whole bed to sleep in. I bet you’ll be more comfortable with all that space and heal quicker, you know?” He gives you a wink before exiting the room and licks his lips seductively.

"Stay..." you weakly whisper.

He sticks his head back in, somehow hearing your tiny voice. “Baby, I don’t think I can be in the same bed as you and not absolutely fucking ruin you… so get better soon and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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bengiyo · 2 years ago

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Love in the Air Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

And we're back! Immediately beginning with warnings about this street racing situation. I suspect Payu doesn't have much of a say in participation if he wants to keep his clientele. Also curious who is clearly summoning Rain to appear before him.

Rain smacks as he eats. Pain.

Payu is so funny. Voice of the author coming through on "I don't date underage people" aka "Y'all know who I am, but even I have my lines."

"Before you design a house, you need to design your life." Okay, sir, let's put that on a poster and add it to the web store!!! Payu is interesting in how he tries to shelter Rain from his life with valid, if somewhat paternalistic, concerns.

Rejection is hard for me, so I do feel for Rain on this.

I don't remember Som being in the show before this, but he is also attractive. Rain at least has folks who clearly care about him.

Another hot man has entered the plot. No name. Just bro vibes.

I like the dynamic between Rain and Sky. I won't ship them, but I like it.

Also loved that transition, with Rain all determined, only to be immediately ignored by Payu.

I know it's probably because of their names, but it is nice to see a show using the abundant rainfall of Thailand consistently.

Why does Payu have two jobs? What's the tea here between the architecture work and the shop? I also love how the twin brother has just off-looking facial hair. He only shows up to berate Payu about Rain.

I am going to tease this show a lot, but really only About Youth is competing on pure attractiveness of the leads.

I'm gonna need Sig to wash his ass and his clothes. You were just playing a stern doctor, sir!!

Oh shit! I like this light blue jacket with a yellow shirt combo on Payu! Also, Rain your midriff is showing. Please cover up.

Oh good. I'm not keen on BL doing any initiation when one of them is asleep. We can all relax for a brief moment.

Okay, I enjoyed the comedy of the double-interruption.

Oh my god who is in charge of lighting, because this pink shirt looks so good on Rain? They consistently get lighting right in this show.

Baby boy, please turn this work in. I can't watch you rest while I think you're somehow gonna mess this up.

I feel like Rain's house has been used in BL before....

I wasn't actually expecting an answer about the two jobs, but thank you, Twin Brother Saifa, for answering.

Drag baby around!

Gas is too expensive for all this driving around!

Ugh, I want to fully enjoy this kiss, but these lips is looking a bit chapped.

We've definitely used this school in BL many times.

Oh good, baby boy passed.

Ah yes, let's foreshadow a phone dying dramatically. I eagerly await the crisis. I hope it involves a downpour.

Yes!! It's raining!! Baby boy stay getting drenched in this show! I live in a rainy city and can tell you that this is NOT comfortable.

I am so relieved that these boys are (hopefully) not wearing pants in the tub. It's been throwing me for a loop lately in BL that the Thai boys keep having bathing scenes with whole wet pant legs

Also, thankfully, we rehydrated the boys before this scene. Lips are intact!

I like Payu's apology. It felt sincere. They don't always in genre, despite the narrative intent.

Huge props to this show for not making BL boys seem dickless.

I am reminded of the actor commentary on the Shelter (2007) dvd about the fellatio scene and how Trevor was on the bed alone for much of that.

Hold on! Hold on! That quick cut of him moving the car model to grab a single condom just took me out!!

Oh no the subs went out. Let's see if a reload fixes. Nope, the timing just suddenly seems off.

Alright, I am glad this show is using condoms on screen, but once again for the young people: please do not open condoms with your teeth so you don't accidentally tear them, please use lube, and take time to warm up and relax!

Okay, well that was fun. I suppose it's time to crank up the drama.

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criminalmindzjunkie · 4 years ago

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Reassurance

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Summary: Spencer feels insecure, and Reader puts his worries to rest.

A/N: I got several requests to write a follow-up to Avoidance , and after writing almost the whole entire thing, only to scrap it all because it was literal trash, here we are! I initially planned to go a different route with this, but it didn’t flow right and I ended up changing the entire plot line somewhere along the way. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you guys enjoy it, too!

Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom!Reader

Content warnings: cursing, Spencer being insecure, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), anal fingering, pegging, light degradation, Spencer experiencing sub-drop

Word Count: 6k

Spencer’s lips drag against mine at a slow, deliberate pace as I sit perched on his lap, my hands tugging lightly at where his hair curls at the nape of his neck. One particularly harsh tug has Spencer gasping into my mouth and tightening his grip on my hips, pulling me down until I’m fully sat on his lap. The bulge tenting his slacks comes in full contact with my clothed core and I hum appreciatively against his lips.

“Getting excited there, baby?”

Spencer lets out a whine of protest when I pull away, leaning forward in an attempt to reunite our lips. I press my hand flat against his chest and push him back until he rests against the couch cushions.

“I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight?” I ask him, my lips curled up into a knowing smile. Spencer’s thumbs begin to rub soothing circles into my hips as he fixes me with a shy smile.

“Maybe later,” he replies, sheepish. He looks breathtaking - bathed in the soft glow of the lamp light, shadows dancing across every perfectly chiseled inch of his face. Faint purple bruises dot the underside of his jaw line, remnants of the last time we had been afforded enough time to get tangled up under the bedsheets. I press my thumb to one of them, applying just enough pressure to cause Spencer’s breath to hitch. In another day or two, the purple and yellow discoloration would be gone, leaving no trace of our time together.

I release my hold on his jaw and make a mental note to see to it that he has another set of pretty marks before the weekend is over.

“Later?” I lift the hand that was splayed across his chest until I’m able to fiddle with the top button on his dress shirt. “You talk as if you have something else you’d like to do first. Care to share?�� Spencer squirms underneath my gaze, eyes flitting between my lips and where I’m pressed firmly against his erection. I watch him flounder to come up with a response before deciding to forgo words completely and rut himself against me, eyelids fluttering closed as he lets out a low whine.

I click my tongue at him and raise up until my center hovers over him, torturously close but not quite close enough to touch.

“What’s the matter, Doctor? It’s not like you to be at a loss for words,” I taunt as I pop open the last three buttons of his shirt. Now that the milky white skin of his chest is on full display, I waste no time in dragging my fingernails from his collarbone down to his navel, light and teasing. The action elicits a shiver from Spencer, who looks up at me with glossy eyes and blown pupils.

“P-Please,” he stutters out.

“Please, what?” I prod, cocking my head to the side. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Spencer’s tongue pokes out to run across his bottom lip.

“I want you,” he breathes out, low and sultry. “Now. Don’t wanna wait.”

I let out a pleased sigh as I lean forward to capture Spencer’s lips in a heated kiss. Spencer’s quick to reciprocate, eagerly licking into my mouth as soon as my lips brush against his.

It’s not long until I feel the hands on my waist begin to tug me back down onto his lap, eliciting a giggle from me.

“Such a needy little thing,” I murmur against his lips.

Usually, a comment like this would be met by some sort of mumbled affirmation. But this time, as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Spencer’s whole body tense up beneath me.

“Does… Does that bother you?”

I pull away and give Spencer an inquisitive look.

“Does what bother me?”

Spencer averts his eyes, “That I’m so submissive.” He spits the word out like it burns his mouth – like it’s something to be ashamed of – and I can’t suppress my frown.

“Why would that ever bother me?”

Spencer gives a feeble shrug of his shoulders, still refusing to pull his gaze from where it rests on the floor.

“I read an article in Psychology Today that discussed a survey in which 172 German adults completed a personality questionnaire and then measured their own preference for a dominant partner. Not only was the general consensus that both genders prefer dominant partners, the participants also agreed with statements like ‘a very nice partner is often boring’ and ‘I feel attracted to assertive partners.’ So, it’s only natural that you might get tired of me always being such a pushover and search for a more exciting partner than can keep you stimulated-”

I clamp my hand down on Spencer’s mouth, effectively ending his self-deprecating rant and forcing him to look up from where his eyes were burning a hole into the floor. When I know he isn’t going to try and continue down that particularly awful train of thought, I remove my hand.

“First of all, you are not a pushover. Insinuating that you are a pushover would also be insinuating that I’m taking advantage of you. Do you feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” Spencer’s eyes grow wide and he frantically shakes his head.

“Absolutely not. I… I love what you do to me – with me. What we do together. I-I just want to be sure that you like it to. That you’re not just humoring me until someone who can actually give you what you want comes around.”

I feel my mouth fall open from shock somewhere during the middle of his spiel. He can’t actually be so oblivious to the fact that I enjoy the hell out of our sex life, can he?

Apparently, he can and he is, because Spencer takes my silence as affirmation.

“I could try? To d-dom you, that is. I’ve been reading up on it and-”

“Spencer, where on earth did this come from?”

Spencer blinks hard, “I told you – I read it in Psychology Today.”

I shake my head at him and slip off of his lap and onto the couch cushion beside him.

“No, that’s not what I meant. What made you think that I’m not happy with our sex life?”

“N-Nothing in particular,” Spencer stammers. “I just know that I’m not exactly the most masculine guy, and I want to make sure that you’re, you know… happy. With me.”

And there it is.

I reach for Spencer’s hand and link our fingers together.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that comment Derek made this morning, would it?” Spencer doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes drop to his lap tells me everything I need to know. I tighten my grip on his hand. “You know he was just messing with you, right? As out of line as it was, he was just being… Derek.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though. I am extremely docile – along with a litany of other very passive traits. I’m not strong or assertive or confident like Derek; I’m basically the complete opposite of the ideal male partner. All I’m good for is spouting out information that’s only sometimes useful. No wonder you don’t want to-” Spencer clamps his mouth shut and his cheeks burn red. “Forget it. C-Can we pretend this conversation never happened?”

“No wonder I don’t want to what?” I prod, brows furrowed in confusion. But still, Spencer refuses to meet my eyes. “And as far as all the other stuff goes, it doesn’t matter if you’re assertive or strong. I prefer my sweet, gentle boy over guys like Derek Morgan, any day. My ideal male partner just so happens to be pretty boys with curly brown hair and massive IQs, not aggressive alpha males with overinflated egos.” I bring Spencer’s hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “I’m being serious, Spence. There’s a lot to love about you.”

Spencer’s next words are hushed, so quiet that I almost don’t hear him when he says, “Then why haven’t you told anyone about us yet?”

In the two months since our first time together, neither of us had been brave enough to broach the subject of what exactly we were doing. With neither of us quite sure how to go about defining the relationship, we’d fallen into a sort of routine. Whenever it came time to pair off for the night and retreat to our hotel rooms, Spencer and I always made sure that we were paired together. Hotch never seemed to care – he was just happy that we weren’t walking on eggshells around each other anymore - and the others were kind enough to keep their suspicions to themselves. On the weekends, or really any time that we weren’t working a case, time off was spent in each other’s company, be it at Spencer’s place or mine. Days full of impromptu adventures to farmer’s markets and niche antique shops devolved into passionate nights spent learning every inch of each other’s skin until no stone was left unturned. It was the perfect arrangement.

Or at least it would’ve been, if Spencer and I hadn’t managed to fall half way in love somewhere along the way. It was glaringly obvious early on that it was way more than just sexual chemistry that kept us both coming back for more, but owning up to that fact was a whole other issue that neither of us was ready to deal with.

Until now, apparently.

“I-I mean, we haven’t talked about what exactly this is, so I wasn’t quite sure how to go about that,” I stammer. “But now that you’ve brought it up…”

Spencer finally looks up and his eyes are filled to the brim with equal parts fear and hope.

“I-I really want there to be an us,” he whispers. “I kind of thought that much was obvious.”

“And I thought the fact that I have absolutely zero complaints in the bedroom was obvious, but here we are,” I tease, and Spencer lets out an involuntary giggle when I poke at his side. “I want there to be an us, too. And for what it’s worth, I like you just the way you are, Spencer Reid - just so we’re clear.”

“Really?” Spencer persists. From anyone else, it would seem like they were fishing for compliments, but from Spencer? I knew my sweet, darling boy just needed some reassurance.

I lean forward and capture his lips in a long, languid kiss.

“Really really,” I mumble when I pull away. “Have I done a thorough enough job drilling that into your head, or do you need some more convincing?”

“More convincing,” Spencer replies as he ducks in for another kiss. “Lots and lots of convincing.”

I smile against his lips, “That’s good to hear, because I sorta had a little something special planned for you.”

“Something special?”

I slide my hand from its place on his knee until my fingers glide across the tip of his clothed cock.

“Remember that thing we talked about last week?”

I can feel the way Spencer’s cock twitches under my hand and I have to bite back a smile.

“Y-Yeah?”

I give his bulge a light squeeze that has Spencer moaning low in his throat.

“Only if you want to. There’s no pressure at all. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’d be perfectly fine if you just wanna watch that movie and cuddle a bit - you know that right?”

“Yes, but I still want to,” Spencer chokes out. “Very, very much.” And then he’s bringing a hand up to cup my face before slotting our lips together again.

The kiss is sloppy, seeing as we’re both much too excited to worry about being precise. Spencer spends time exploring my body with his free hand, starting at my hips and then dipping underneath my t-shirt. Spencer’s hand is just shy of skimming over my bra when I pull back and he lets out a frustrated whine when I pull his hands off of me.

“I wanna ask you a few things before we do this, okay, baby?” Spencer flushes a deep crimson as he nods. “Have you ever experimented with any sort of anal play before?”

“N-No, I haven’t. Is that okay?”

Spencer Reid, you are going to be the death of me.

“That’s perfectly fine, sweet boy,” I coo. “I’m just trying to get a feel for what’s going to be the most comfortable for you. We’ll start small and work our way up, okay?” Spencer nods, prompting me to tack on an, “Assuming that you want to, that is. This is all on your terms, and I need to make sure that you know that nothing’s going to happen that you don’t expressly consent to first.”

Spencer’s lips pull up into a sweet smile.

“I know, and I trust you,” he says. “And I consent to it. To all of it.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that,” I chuckle. “What exactly are you consenting to?”

Spencer shifts in his seat, “Y-You know.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it, baby.”

Spencer gulps hard, “I-I want you to fuck me. Please.”

I let out a satisfied hum and remove my hand from Spencer’s lap.

“I want you to go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes. Then I want you to lie in the center of the bed and if I walk in and see you touching yourself, I’ll walk right back out and I won’t touch you for a month. Are we clear?”

“Y-Yes, Miss.”

I spend much longer than necessary in the living room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through my phone for nearly ten minutes before getting up and making my way to the bedroom. The anticipation is half of the fun, in my opinion, and I take great pleasure in imagining Spencer squirming against the sheets, desperate for me to walk through that door.

I rid myself of my skirt and blouse as I make my way down the hallway, leaving me in only my panties and bralette. I can hear Spencer’s heavy breathing before I even reach the bedroom, and it makes my stomach flip excitedly as I push open the door.

Spencer lays in the middle of the bed, hands grabbing at the sheets as he rolls his hips in vain. His cock stands painfully hard, leaking precum and bobbing up and down with every motion of his hips. Spencer doesn’t see or hear me when I come in – his eyes are closed tight and his bottom lip is nestled between his teeth, blissfully oblivious as he ruts up into nothing.

“It seems like my poor, needy boy has worked himself up into quite a state.”

The sound of my voice startles him and he immediately halts the movement of his hips. Spencer’s eyes watch on and I walk over to the night stand, taking my time as I remove a bottle of lube, my harness, and the newly purchased dildo bought especially for my sweet boy.

Spencer’s eyes linger on the silicone member, wide and curious as I set the items on the bed and crawl in between his legs. He spreads his legs without being prompted, leaving him completely exposed to me, and the action makes my heart swell with pride. My good boy has learned so much in the past two months.

“M’gonna suck that pretty cock of yours now, and I want you to keep your hips still. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Spencer nods frantically, “Y-Yes, Miss. Please – I need your mouth. I’ll be still, I promise.”

I let out a pleased hum as I take him into my hand, dragging my fist up and down, spreading precum across the entirety of his length.

“I know you will, baby. You’re always so good for me. So eager to please.”

I lean down and begin placing kisses to the sensitive skin of his thighs, all while continuing to work my hand against him. I nip lightly at the skin above his right hip and Spencer sucks in a ragged breath when I suck a pretty purple bruise in the very same spot. It contrasts starkly with his porcelain skin, and I enjoy the way it looks so much that I continue until a plethora of love bites litter his inner thighs. When I finally sit back and admire my work, Spencer’s writhing so pitifully against the mattress that I decide to put him out of his misery.

Spencer devolves into a whimpering mess the moment I take his tip into my mouth, his head thrashing wildly against the mattress when I swirl my tongue around him. I take my time with him, not at all rushing my descent onto his cock, choosing instead to tease him with a slow, steady pace. If Spencer minded my slower than usual pace, he didn’t say so. He was too busy choking out an unrelenting string of the most wanton moans I’d ever heard as he watched himself disappear into my mouth.

I decide now is as good a time as any to up the ante and I pull my mouth away from him.

“W-Why did you stop?” Spencer stutters, chest heaving up and down.

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Are you being ungrateful, Doctor? Because if you are, I could always just leave you here like this - cock hard and leaky with no way to get off other than your own hand. That wouldn’t be nearly as fun as having me fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”

“No, please! I’m so sorry,” Spencer mewls. “I’ll be good, just please don’t leave!”

I loosely grasp Spencer’s cock in my hand and run my thumb across his slit.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. I can’t wait to hear how pretty you are when you’re begging for me to fuck you harder.”

Spencer’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth hangs open, panting hard.

“I want it so bad. Please, please, please, Miss.”

I use my free hand to reach up and push two fingers into Spencer’s mouth, “Suck. I want them real nice and wet so that I can use them to get you ready for me.”

Spencer moans around my fingers, laving his tongue around the them as he hollows his cheeks. When I retract my fingers from his mouth they’re practically dripping and I reward his effort by tightening my grip on his cock.

“Good job, baby. Are you ready for me to finger that tight little hole of yours?” I ask him as I release his cock and grab the bottle of lube. I drizzle a healthy amount onto my fingers before dragging one across his puckered hole, eliciting a high-pitched cry from Spencer.

“Yes!” Spencer gasps as he attempts to wiggle closer. “So ready for you, Miss. Use your f-fingers on me, please!”

I start by slowly pressing one in, so as not to overwhelm him, and to my endless delight, it glides in almost effortlessly.

“Already so ready for my fingers, Doctor. You sure you haven’t touched yourself here before?” I ask as I begin to work my finger in and out in slow thrusts.

“N-Never. O-Only you,” Spencer stutters out between moans. “C-Can you add another, Miss?”

I pull my finger out, only to add another and resume my efforts at a slightly faster pace. Spencer’s back arches up off the bed when my fingers brush against his prostate and he lets out a half startled, half delighted yelp.

“Oh fuck!” Spencer moans as he grinds down onto my fingers. “Again, please, Miss!”

I comply, and with every press of my fingers against the fleshy bundle of tissue, Spencer’s body jolts from the sensation.

“S’that feel good, baby? Do you like how my fingers feel?”

“Oh, God, yes! F-Feels so good. Never felt like this b-before,” Spencer sobs. “I-I’m getting close, Miss.”

“I didn’t say that you can cum, baby. I wanna save that for when I’ve got my cock buried inside you. How’s that sound?”

“Y-Yes, Iwantitsobad,” Spencer slurs, his words running together as he draws nearer and near to the end. “Want you to fuck me, Miss! Please, I’ll do anything-”

I take pity on him and withdraw my fingers, which makes Spencer keen in protest.

“Calm down, greedy boy. Just gotta get ready so I can give you what you want.”

I crawl off of the bed and step into the harness, fastening it in place and making sure that the dildo is secure before I crawl in between his legs. Spencer watches on with rapt fascination as I pour lube into my palm and work it over the silicone cock until every inch of it glistens.

“What’s your color, baby?” I ask as rub the tip of the cock over his hole.

Spencer’s breath catches in his throat and his whole-body tenses with anticipation.

“So green, Miss. So fucking green,” Spencer whimpers.

I raise a hand up to his hip and begin to rub soothing circles into the skin there.

“Gonna need you to relax for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” Spencer bites his lip and nods his head. I watch as the tension begins to melt away, and when I see him relax back into the mattress, I bring up my hand to stroke his cock. I keep my touch light, barely applying pressure – I knew if I applied too much, Spencer wouldn’t be able to hold out longer than a few thrusts. He was already teetering on the edge as it was.

Mine and Spencer’s eyes meet and he smiles up at me, dopey and drunk from pleasure, and it’s all the permission I need. I press into him slowly, and I’m left in awe as I watch Spencer Reid completely unravel beneath me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Spencer curses, head flying back and hitting the pillows. It never ceases to amaze me at how fucking responsive he is, and tonight is no exception. It’s like his body is a live wire, trembling beautifully as I press in further and further and further. I stop just shy of being fully sheathed inside him, trying to allow him a moment to adjust, but Spencer seems to have other plans.

“Keep going, Miss, don’t stop, please! I want all of it, please give it to me! I can take it, please let me show you!”

He looks up at me and those beautiful brown eyes are so wild, so positively feral that I can’t even entertain the idea of denying him any longer.

Spencer looks positively ruined by the time I bottom out inside him. His hair sticks to the sheen of sweat that gathers on his forehead, and his lips look positively abused from the way he’s been biting down on them. His eyelids flutter closed every few seconds, and every time he blinks them back open, I’m able to see that his pupils are so blown that his eyes look almost black.

I pull back until all that’s left inside him is the very tip of the cock, and just as he opens that bratty little mouth to beg for more, I give particularly harsh thrust of my hips until I’m fully sheathed inside him. Spencer lets out a surprised cry as I set an unforgiving pace, all the while still loosely jerking him off as I bury myself inside him again and again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Spencer chants loudly, face contorted beautifully in an expression of pure ecstasy. I spare a brief thought to Spencer’s poor neighbors and make mental note to invest in a ball gag.

“S’that feel good, baby? You look so pretty taking my cock like the good boy you are. My pretty little cock slut. Such a shame nobody’s fucked you like this before,” I hum as I focus my attention on the head of his cock, thumbing lightly at where he leaks for me.

“D-Don’t want anyone else, just wanna be good for y-you. Wanna m-make you proud,” Spencer whines, tripping over his words as he struggles to form a coherent sentence. The sentiment sends a jolt of heat down to my already soaking core, but I do my best to ignore the slickness running down my thighs for the time being. Right now, my only focus is the boy chanting my name, praying for a type of salvation that only I can give him.

I smile down at him and my hand drifts lower to where I’m steadily thrusting in and out of him. Spencer’s body jolts as the pad of my thumb brushes against the sensitive skin of his hole.

“Of course, I’m proud of you. Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. It’s like you were made to take my cock,” I praise him.

My words, mixed with the way I’m working both Spencer’s cock and his tight little ass, seem to be getting the better of him, because Spencer doesn’t even try to formulate a response. He just continues to let out strangled moans that almost sound like sobs as his hands grasp at the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

It doesn’t take long until I feel the muscles in Spencer’s stomach and thighs begin to tense, and when his cock twitches in my hand I can tell Spencer won’t last much longer.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” I ask him as I grind my hips against his, and Spencer’s reply comes in the form of an incoherent, garbled moan.

“What’s the matter, baby? Have I fucked you so stupid that you can’t answer me anymore?” I taunt him. I use the leverage I have from the hand placed on his hip to propel myself deeper. “Is my poor dumb baby incapable of replying?”

Spencer makes a feeble attempt at a reply, “P-Please let me – f-fuck – cum! Oh, God, m’socloseMiss. Harder, please!”

I take a minute to bask in the way he’s completely fallen apart at my hands - relishing in the way his eyes are glossy and dark with lust, in the way that his chest is flushed a deep red, and in the way that precum beads at the tip of his cock, aching for a release. He looks beautiful like this, whining and squirming, hips grinding down in search of more, more, more. I’d never imagined in a million years that I’d be so lucky as to see the illustrious Spencer Reid fucked absolutely senseless, but here he was, waiting for my permission to throw himself off the edge and into the best kind of oblivion.

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” I say in the softest voice imaginable. “Show me how good you are.”

The tension that had been steadily building since the first press of my lips against his snaps in an instant, and copious amounts of cum spurt out from his cock, painting his chest in thick, white ropes. Spencer chants out muddled thank yous as I fuck him through his release, pushing in and out of him in shallow strokes as slowly comes back down from the high.

When his breathing slows down to a normal rate, I pull out of him, quickly freeing myself from the harness and tossing it aside to be dealt with later. I crawl up until I’m at eye level and begin pressing soft, sweet kisses to Spencer’s face.

“You did so well, Spence,” I murmur against his skin. “You’re amazing, baby. Thank you so much for trusting me to be with you like that.”

Spencer lifts a shaky hand to my hair and pulls me down into a heated kiss. I indulge him and pour every ounce of passion I have into my efforts, hoping to express my gratitude with every swipe of my lips against his. And when I pull away, my pretty boy smiles up at me, sated and full of adoration, and it’s beautiful.

“D’you think you can handle taking a shower with me?” I ask as I pull away, and Spencer gives a shy nod in response. He sits up in the bed and swings his legs until his feet hit the floor. I’m just about to stand when his hand comes down on my wrist to stop me.

“What about you? You didn’t . . .”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Tonight was all about you.”

I move off of the bed and help him to his feet, holding him steady when his legs begin to shake. “Might be a little sore for a while, but it should go away within a day or so.”

I help him to the bathroom and turn on the shower, and when it’s warm enough I rid myself of my bra and panties and motion for him to join me. I urge Spencer to step under the spray first, but his arms snake around me and pull me with him.

Spencer nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck and he lets out a deep sigh.

“You okay, bubs?” I ask him as I tangle my arms around his torso and begin to rub soothing circles into his back.

“I just feel a little… down? I-Is this a sub drop? I read a little bit about them, but I don’t k-know…” he trails off, sniffling pitifully against my neck. “I-I just know that I want to hold you. Is that o-okay?”

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as his voice wavers, and I pull back just enough that I can look into his weary eyes.

“Baby, that’s more than okay. Sub drops are a perfectly normal thing to experience, and I’ll be right here to hold you for as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Spencer’s eyes fill with tears and he makes no attempt to hold them back, choosing to let them fall freely and mix in with the water pouring from the shower head.

“T-Tell me you want me,” Spencer begs, lip wobbling pitifully. “I-I just feel like I’m not good enough for you, and I know it’s all in my head, and I know how you feel about me, but I just think it would help if you just… s-said it. Please?”

I feel my heart break for the man that stood before me. The implication his words carry - that this wonderful, kind-hearted, extraordinarily gifted man could ever think so little of himself – was enough to bring tears to my own eyes. I swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and, with all the sincerity I can possibly muster, I reply.

“I want you, Spencer Reid. I don’t want anyone else – only you,” I tell him, never once breaking eye contact. “For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Spencer chokes out a weak laugh, “And if I want you forever?”

I nudge his nose with my own, and the act feels almost more intimate than everything that preceded it.

“Then forever, it is,” I murmur. I press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away and reaching for the shampoo. “Now, turn around, pretty boy. Let me pamper you.”

“Y/N!” Penelope calls out, sauntering over to me in a flash of hot pink taffeta. I’m in the middle of throwing my satchel over my shoulder when she runs up to me, excited smile on her face. “Me, you, JJ, Elle, and a bottle of tequila. You in?”

On a normal day, the answer would have been a resounding hell yes. But today? I let my eyes wander over to where Spencer lingers near the glass doors, trying to look like he isn’t listening in. Very subtle.

“I’m gonna have to pass on this one, Penelope.”

Penelope’s smile transforms into a pout.

“This is the third weekend in a row you’ve ditched us!” she whines, stomping her kitten heeled foot like a petulant child. “Either you’re avoiding us or you’ve got some secret lover we don’t know about. And if that’s the case, then we have a whole other problem, because that’s the kind of thing I expect to be told about immediately.”

The giddy smile that stretches across my face gives me away before I even have the chance to open my mouth, sending Penelope into an absolute frenzy.

“Oh my God, I cannot believe this. We’ll talk about how angry I am about being kept in the dark later because right now, I need details,” Penelope gushes. “Who is he? Where did you two meet? Is he hot?” Penelope barely gets the words out before she’s shaking her head. “Wait, that’s a dumb question. Of course, he’s hot - just look at you. Do I know him? When do I get to meet him?”

I can’t help but laugh at Penelope’s enthusiasm.

“Slow down, Pen,” I chuckle. “I didn’t tell you about it because it’s still relatively new, and it wasn’t until this past weekend that we finally decided to put a label on it.”

“A label? Does that mean this guy is your boyfriend? Oh my God, I thought this day would never come,” Penelope sighs dreamily. But the far-away look in her eye quickly fades and Penelope begins to grill me with renewed fervor. “Y/N, you have to tell me who it is. It’s like, practically a crime that I’m only just now hearing about this, so you owe me this much. And I’ll be needing his first and last name, along with a DOB so that I can run a full back ground check ASAP. Don’t even try to talk me out of it – we deal with enough freakiness during our day jobs, and I insist on making sure the freakiness ends there.”

I can feel a flush spread over my cheeks and I fiddle with the strap of my bag.

“I, uh, don’t think a background check is going to be necessary. You know this guy pretty well already.”

If Penelope had been worked up before, she was practically vibrating with excitement now.

“I know him? Oh my God, this is so huge. Is it Brendon from down in sex crimes? Or maybe James from counter-terrorism?” Penelope muses aloud, before her eyes go almost comically wide. “Holy hell, it’s Anderson, isn’t it?”

“It definitely isn’t Anderson, or any of the others, for that matter,” I laugh. “Do you want a hint?”

“What I really want is for you to just tell me, but if you insist on dragging this out then yes, I would very much like a hint!”

I cut my eyes over to where Spencer stands, and it’s impossible to miss the giddy grin on his face. So much for trying to remain subtle, Doctor Reid.

I fake like I’m looking around for anyone within earshot before motioning for Penelope to lean in. She’s quick to comply, and I do one last exaggerated sweep of the room.

“Alright then, here’s your hint,” I whisper into her ear. “He’s got an IQ of 187, and he’s a pretty kickass magician.”

I lean back and adjust the strap of my bag, sparing one last, parting glance at Penelope, whose jaw is practically on the floor.

“See you on Monday, Pen.”

“W-Wait, are you serious?” Penelope calls out after me. “Reid is your mystery man?! Y/N, get back here right now and explain yourself! Derek, did you hear that?!”

By the time I reach Spencer, Penelope’s voice fades into background noise as I focus all my attention on the way he smiles down at me. I link my hand with his and I’m vaguely aware of an increase in volume coming from Penelope’s direction, but I ignore in favor of smiling back at him.

“You ready to get out of here, boyfriend?”

Spencer squeezes my hand in his and he nods.

“Ready when you are, girlfriend.”

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Trying Something New - Fred Weasley

Title: Trying Something New Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Dom/sub, daddy kink, male receiving oral, dirty talk, teasing, pet names, sex toys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, after care Summary: Fred and the reader decide it’s time to spice things up in the bedroom A/N: this is for @le-weasley-simp who wanted some kink exploration and an anon who wanted some dom!Fred with daddy kink!! This is mostly just smut but if you look hard enough there’s some plot I guess haha. Feedback is always welcome!!

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“What do you think of this one?” Y/N asks, holding up another bra for Fred to examine. It’s a deep purple color with a little lace detailing on the cups. When all Fred does is shrug Y/N sighs and puts the bra down. “What’s wrong with you? We’re surrounded by lingerie and you’re acting like we’re at the dentist’s office.”

“I dunno, I thought shopping for lingerie would be more exciting, and sexy,” Fred sighs, looking around the store. “But in reality it’s pretty boring.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Well if you would pick out some stuff you like I could try it on for you, Freddie. But if you’d rather just go and do something else I can meet back up with you later.”

“Try it on for me?” Fred asks, perking up. “Why didn’t you start with that, love? Wait here, I’ll be back.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly with a chuckle as she watches Fred move around the store. He starts to eagerly grab a few things off of the shelves, clearly more interested in their shopping trip than he had been before. This shopping trip is the first part in their journey to get a bit more adventurous in the bedroom. Their sex life is far from vanilla, but both Fred and Y/N expressed interest in taking their activities to the next level. So they decided they’d spend the day out in muggle London to do some shopping for some supplies that will hopefully turn things up a notch in the bedroom.

When Fred comes back to where Y/N is standing a few minutes later, he has quite a few things in his hands and there’s a cheeky grin on his face. He shoves them all into her arms before ushering Y/N towards the dressing room. “Go, go, go. I’ll wait out here.” Fred takes a seat on the chair outside the dressing room, giving her a wink. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“Okay, okay. Keep it in your pants, Freddie,” Y/N teases before closing the curtain behind herself. She hangs up the few things Fred had shoved into her arms, deciding to try on some of the bras first. She gets her top half undressed before grabbing the first thing her hand lands on. She slips it on, before turning to look at herself in the mirror.

It’s a deep red color that compliments her skin tone perfectly, and it’s completely made of lace. It plunges low, so her cleavage is on full display, and her nipples are visible through the sheer fabric. She adjusts it so it fits just right before turning around and opening the curtain up. “Thoughts?”

Fred’s eyes widen and he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He lets his eyes rake over Y/N’s body, focusing on the way the fabric clings to the curve of her breasts. “Oh I have many thoughts and none of them are appropriate enough to be said out loud right now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she shuts the curtain. She takes the bra off carefully and sets it aside for her to buy. She tries the next few bras on, showing each one to Fred, but they don’t quite elicit the same reaction as the first one. Fred had picked out two fuller pieces as well, and Y/N turns to those next.

The first one is sheer with some lace detailing throughout, with high cut leg holes that leave most of her sides bare. It’s high cut up the back as well, and if Y/N didn’t still have her panties on practically her whole ass would be hanging out. Y/N sticks just her head out of the curtain, so she can beckon Fred closer. “Come here, I don’t wanna expose my entire ass to the store.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Fred gets up and stands in front of the curtain, blocking the rest of the store from view. “Come on then, let’s have a look.”

“It’ll look a bit weird since I still have my underwear one, but I’m sure you can use your imagination to picture what it’ll look like when I’m naked.” Y/N opens the curtain fully then for Fred to see what she’s wearing, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his intense gaze.

“Jesus,” Fred groans, reaching out to touch Y/N’s thighs. He lets his eyes slowly roam over her body, memorizing every inch of skin. “If you don’t buy that I will never, ever, ever forgive you, Y/N. I’m serious. If we were allowed to use magic around muggles I’d be casting a few spells and taking you right here in this dressing room.”

“Fred,” Y/N scolds, before pulling him into a brief kiss. “Okay go sit back down, lover boy. I’ll try the last one on and then we can head to the next store.” Y/N shuts the curtain again and gets undressed, placing the black piece with the red bra she tried on earlier. She slips into the white piece quickly, taking a few moments to admire herself in the mirror. This one is less revealing, yet somehow feels sexier to her. The material is lace, but not only sheer in the areas that sprawl over her stomach and the leg holes are only cut a smidge higher than a normal pair of underwear, leaving much of her sides and ass covered. But the neckline is a plunging halter top, which leaves much of her breasts exposed.

Y/N opens the curtain, giving a little twirl for Fred. “You like?” she asks.

Fred nods wildly. “Very much. You look so sexy in white, Y/N. So innocent, yet so dirty at the same time. You’re driving me wild, baby.”

“No need to lay it on so thick, Freddie. I already agreed to sleep with you,” she teases. “Now go wait outside. I don’t want you to see what I buy so it’ll be a surprise.”

Fred gets up and comes to stand in the doorway of the dressing room, pressing a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Such a tease, Y/N.” Fred pulls his wallet out of his pocket and places it into her hand. “Whatever you want is on me, baby. Okay? I’m spoiling you today.” Back when Y/N and Fred first got together during their Hogwarts years he used to dream about the day he’d have enough money to shower Y/N in presents and treat her like the Queen she is. Now that those days are finally here he takes every opportunity to spoil her, whether she likes it or not.

“Freddie,” Y/N responds before kissing him again. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to.” Fred winks at her. “And this way I don’t feel as bad when I inevitably destroy something ripping it off of your hot body.”

Y/N closes the curtain on Fred then, shaking her head as she listens to him laugh as he walks away. She gets redressed quickly, holding the three things she plans on purchasing in her hand. Y/N walks towards the till slowly, grabbing a few pairs of underwear on her way, including a red lace thong that will go perfectly with the bra Fred had picked out. Once her purchase has been made Y/N heads out of the store and meets back up with Fred.

“All set?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her waist. When Y/N nods he grins. “Perfect. To the sex shop we go!”

“Who knew there are so many kinds of dildos?” Fred muses as he stares at a wall covered top to bottom in different dildos. “I mean so many different colors, and shapes, and sizes. It’s truly remarkable,” he comments, turning to look at Y/N. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah sure, Freddie,” Y/N giggles. The basket in her hand is already quite full of a few things, but Fred insisted that a trip to the sex shop wouldn’t be complete without getting a new dildo. Y/N is quite familiar with a variety of different sex toys, many of them having been gifts from Fred, but those are tucked away in her bedside drawer for her to use on her own when Fred isn’t around. This is the first time they’re picking out toys to use together, and Y/N would be lying if she said it wasn’t turning her on.

Fred wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her close to his side. “Any one in particular catch your eye, love?” He leans over to whisper in her ear. “It’s your pussy it’ll be buried in after all.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine right to her core and she lets her eyes roam over the wall. There truly is a wide variety of dildos, and some even scare her a little bit. She turns to Fred and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You know what I like, Freddie. You pick one out, surprise me.” Y/N hands him the basket and gives Fred a stern look. “Don’t make me regret that decision, Fred.”

“Have I ever given you a sex toy you didn’t like?” he asks. “You’re in good hands baby. I promise.” Fred waits until Y/N has left the store before he grabs the dildo of his choice, making sure to grab a few extra things on his way to the checkout counter.

Y/N examines herself in the mirror, wiping her sweaty palm off on her bare thigh. She’s standing in her and Fred’s bathroom wearing nothing but the lacy red bra and thong she’d purchased earlier that day. Even though Fred has seen her in far less clothing, she can feel nervous butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Something about exploring new things with Fred has her feeling like a virgin all over again, nervous and unsure what to expect. Y/N had been mostly hands off when deciding what new things to explore, leaving the decisions to Fred. She trusts Fred with her life, but the uncertainty of where the evening is going to take them is making her a weird combination of excited and turned on.

“I’m ready when you are, baby,” Fred calls from the other side of the door.

Y/N takes a deep breath, before she opens the bathroom door and steps into their bedroom. Fred is sitting on the end of their bed in just his boxers, leaning back on his hands. She can tell that he’s already hard, and arousal starts to blossom in her stomach.

“Baby, you look ravishing,” Fred comments, letting his eyes take in every inch of her body. The red looks amazing on her, and the skimpy fabric leaves much of her skin bare, just how Fred likes it. Y/N’s hands move to cover herself up, and Fred drags his gaze away from her bare thighs so he can make eye contact with her. “Come on, Y/N. Be a good girl, let me see you.”

Y/N blushes and clasps her hands behind her back, so Fred can see all of her. His voice is deep and firm, and it puts her at ease. Fred dominating her is familiar, and it quiets the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good girl,” Fred praises. “Now turn around for me, I want to see all of you.” Fred bites his lip as Y/N turns around, his eyes immediately drawn to her ass. “So pretty, baby. Do you like getting all dressed up for me?”

“Yes sir.” Y/N’s skin is burning from Fred’s intense gaze and she can feel the blush that’s creeping down her neck to her chest.

“Turn around,” Fred demands, smirking when Y/N instantly faces him again. “Listening so good tonight, baby. I might not even have to get that brand new paddle we bought earlier.”

Y/N shivers at the thought of Fred using a paddle to spank her. She’s no stranger to the feeling of Fred’s hand swatting her on the ass, but it’s usually purely for pleasure purposes, never to punish. And the thought of Fred taking her across his lap and spanking her until she cries makes her core throb.

Fred starts to palm himself through his boxers, trying to decide what to do next. “Get on your knees, kitten.”

The nickname is new, and it makes Y/N’s core throb as she drops down to her knees. “Yes, Daddy.” Y/N’s eyes widen, and she looks up at Fred. It’s always sir or master when he dominates her, never Daddy. They’ve never talked about it before and Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to say it again.

“What did you call me?” Fred asks, wanting to make sure he heard her right. He tries to keep his tone even so that Y/N doesn’t think he’s angry with her.

“Daddy.”

Fred’s cock twitches at the name and he has to bite his tongue to stifle a groan. “Get over here, kitten and suck Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N answers as she crawls over to Fred. She immediately settles in between his spread thighs and pulls his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his cock. One of her hands wraps around the base as she takes the head into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Fred’s moans encourage her to keep going, and Y/N starts to slowly move her head down, taking more of Fred into her mouth and down her throat.

Fred groans as Y/N’s lips squeeze around his cock, and he gathers her hair up into a ponytail. It’s a warning, that if she isn’t a good girl for him he’ll have to fuck her throat so hard she can’t speak tomorrow, and as she starts to slowly pull her head back Fred gives her hair a light tug. “Don’t be naughty, kitten. You know how Daddy likes to have his cock sucked.”

Y/N moans around Fred and starts to bob her head faster. Her hand twists at the part of his cock she can’t fit into her mouth, and she lets her tongue rub at the vein on the underside of his cock. Y/N’s hand starts to stroke him as she pulls off to allow her mouth to pay extra attention to the head. She looks up at Fred under her eyelashes as her tongue starts to lick and flick at just the tip, gathering up the precum that has started to bubble out.

“That’s it,” Fred moans. “Being such a good girl, kitten. That pretty little mouth of yours was made for Daddy’s cock wasn’t it?” Y/N moans as she swallows him down again, causing Fred’s hips to twitch, forcing himself a little deeper down her throat. “Where should Daddy shoot his first load, kitten? All over your pretty tits? Or do you wanna swallow it, like the little cum slut you are.”

Fred’s dirty talk is sending shocks of pleasure right to her core, and Y/N has to clench her free hand to resist the urge to start touching herself. She isn’t allowed to touch without Fred’s permission, and if she does he’ll spend the rest of the evening edging her but never allowing her to finish. After a few more bobs of her head Y/N pulls off, stroking Fred slowly, changing the pressure of her grip as she does. “Want it in my mouth, Daddy. Please.” Y/N presses a few kisses to the tip of Fred’s cock, before taking him back down her throat.

“Of course, kitten. How could Daddy say no when you ask so nicely?” Under normal circumstances Fred would keep Y/N on her knees for him for the better part of an hour, not only for his pleasure, but hers’ as well. The longer Fred waits to finally touch Y/N the more intense her orgasms are, and their sex is much more enjoyable for Fred when Y/N is screaming his name. Fred starts to thrust his hips gently to meet Y/N’s movements and his grip on her hair tightens when she moans around him again.

Y/N takes a deep breath and relaxes her throat, before moving her head until her nose touches the skin just above Fred’s cock. The tip of his cock hits the back of her throat and she gags around him. A few tears leak from her eyes and saliva starts to drip down her chin, but she stays there for a few moments before pulling back to wrap her tongue around the head and suck. She tilts her head back slightly so Fred can look at the mess she’s becoming, before she takes him all the way back down again.

Fred moans as Y/N gags again, the image of his cock between her red, swollen lips with drool dripping down her chin and tears leaking down her face still fresh in his mind. “Fucking hell, kitten. You sound so pretty choking on my cock. You like the way it fills up your mouth, don’t you?” Y/N hums as her lips reach the tip of his cock and Fred lets out a deep groan. “Daddy’s getting close, kitten. Gonna shoot into your pretty mouth so you can swallow it down just like you asked. Being such a good girl for me already. I bet your pussy is already dripping just from having my cock in your mouth. You’re such a little cock slut, aren’t you kitten? You always need Daddy’s cock filling you up, isn’t that right? Nothing makes you cum as hard as Daddy’s cock does, right kitten?”

Y/N moans as she continues to take Fred’s cock all the way down her throat, letting herself gag for a moment before pulling back and repeating the process. She can feel Fred twitching against her tongue, a telltale sign that he’s on the verge of climaxing. Y/N focuses on the feel of his cock in her mouth to keep her mind away from her pussy and the way it pulsates. Fred has somehow managed to talk dirtier than normal, and each word that comes out of his mouth goes right to her core.

“Oh fuck, kitten. Such a good little cock slut. Love the way you gag on my cock.” Fred pulls Y/N off of him slightly, and shallowly thrusts his hips a few times as he feels himself about to cum. “Here it comes, kitten such a good girl. Making Daddy cum from just your mouth.” Fred lets out a long groan as he reaches his climax, his hips twitching as his cock releases thick ropes of cum onto Y/N’s tongue and down her throat. He grabs Y/N’s jaw as he slowly pulls out to keep her mouth open. “Let me see your tongue, kitten. Daddy wants to see how pretty it looks with all of his cum on it.”

Y/N looks up at Fred and sticks her tongue out. Once Fred releases her jaw she swallows his release, before opening her mouth again, allowing Fred to see that it’s all gone. “Did I do good, Daddy?”

Fred nods, and uses his thumb to wipe away the drool on her chin. “So good, kitten.” Y/N shivers at his praise, and Fred cups her cheek. “Always my good girl, kitten. Such a good mouth, always sucking me so well. And you look so pretty with my cock between your lips, kitten. That mouth was made to suck Daddy’s cock, wasn’t it?”

Y/N nods, preening under Fred’s praise. “Yes, Daddy. Made just for you. I love sucking your cock, Daddy. Thank you for letting me suck you off and swallow your load.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.” Fred pats his thighs to give Y/N permission to sit on his lap, and he chuckles as she scrambles off of the floor to straddle his waist. This is the first time he’s touched her all night, and he lets his hands run down her back, over her bum to her thighs, before following the same trail back up. “Daddy’s gonna touch your pussy now, kitten. But you’re gonna be a good girl and not move. Right?”

Y/N places her hands on Fred’s shoulders and digs her fingers in as she nods. “Yes, Daddy. Always your good girl, promise.”

Fred moves Y/N’s thong to the side and lets two of his fingers massage her wet folds, just barely brushing her clit. “Wow, kitten. So fucking wet already just from having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.” Fred sinks one of his fingers into her heat, just letting it sit there. When Y/N remains still in his lap he smiles and starts to slowly fuck her with the digit. “Good girl, kitten. Daddy is so proud of you.”

“T-thank you, Daddy,” Y/N stutters as his finger curls inside her. Fred’s moving at a frustratingly slow pace, but with how turned on she is Y/N figures she could probably cum just from this one finger alone. “Can I have more, Daddy? Please?”

Fred pulls his hand away from her core, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s neck when she whines. “How about we get one of the new toys Daddy bought you, kitten? Would you like that?”

“Yes please, Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I love you.”

Fred pulls their mouths together in a slow kiss, his hands gripping her thighs as he stands up. He places Y/N down on the bed gently and pulls away. He chuckles when Y/N pouts at him, and he presses a few quick kisses to her lips. “I love you too, kitten. Now lay back on the bed for Daddy, okay?” Fred waits for her to get into position before he walks over to their dresser where a few of the toys he’d purchased earlier are sitting. He had hoped Y/N would be a bit naughty so he could try out the paddle, but he’ll have to save that for another time. He settles on the new pink vibrator Y/N had picked out. It’s not as long or as thick as Fred, but it’ll be a nice warm up for his cock.

“Here,” Fred says as he reapproaches the bed, handing the toy to Y/N. Instead of rejoining her on the bed, Fred grabs the chair from the corner of their room and placed it at the foot of the bed. It gives him the perfect view of Y/N and what she’s about to do for him.

Y/N swallows thickly as she examines the toy. Her pussy is throbbing with the need to be filled, so much so that it takes her a few seconds to notice that Fred hasn’t rejoined her on the bed. “Daddy,” she whines, propping herself up on an elbow to look at Fred. “You’re too far away.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. Daddy’s right here. He’ll join you in a bit.” Fred bites his lip, his cock twitching at how unbelievably sexy Y/N is. “Tonight is all about trying new things, right kitten?” When Y/N nods he continues. “Well tonight Daddy is giving you permission to touch yourself. I wanna watch you fuck yourself with that pretty pink vibrator, okay? And once you’ve come all over it, Daddy will come back and touch you. Sound good, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” Y/N keeps herself propped up on her elbow so Fred can watch as she takes the vibrator into her mouth, sucking on it just like she’d sucked on Fred earlier. Once it’s wet she pulls it out of her mouth with a pop and turns it on to its lowest setting. She trails it down her chest to her breast, moaning as the vibration stimulates her nipple. If she were alone Y/N wouldn’t bother with the theatrics, she’d just go right for fucking herself on the toy. But she wants to put on a show for Fred.

“Oh Daddy,” she moans as she moves the vibrator to the other nipple. She makes direct eye contact with Fred as she starts to trail the vibrator down her stomach towards her core. She takes a moment to push the fabric of her thong aside, before she presses the tip of the vibrator against her clit. It sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body and her hips jut up as she whines.

“Feel good?” Fred asks, his eyes trained on Y/N’s dripping core. He can already feel himself getting hard again, and he starts to slowly stroke himself with a loose fist.

“So good, Daddy,” Y/N moans, turning up the vibrator up one notch. She presses it against her clit harder, her head tossing back as she groans.

“Does it feel better than Daddy’s fingers?” When Y/N shakes her head, he chuckles. “What about his mouth?”

“No, Daddy,” Y/N pants as she starts to tease her entrance with the tip of the toy. “Nothing feels better than your mouth.” Y/N starts to slowly push the toy into her, her walls clenching around it and sucking the toy in further. “Oh fuck,” Y/N moans, pushing the toy in as far as it can go.

Fred squeezes his cock, biting his lip to contain the noises he wants to make. Y/N looks ethereal as she fucks herself with the toy and Fred doesn’t want to distract her. “How does it feel, kitten? Talk to Daddy as you fuck yourself.”

“F-feels good.” Y/N increases the speed of the vibration as she starts to fuck herself with the toy slowly. The pace is agonizing, but the tip of the vibrator brushes her g-spot with every movement and she already can feel her orgasm building. “Not as good as your cock, Daddy. But so good.”

“Nothing is as good as my cock, isn’t that right, kitten? No toy or man will ever be able to make you feel as good as my cock does. That pussy belongs to me and no one else. Right, kitten?” Fred has to stop stroking himself to avoid orgasming again. The next time he cums it’ll be inside Y/N, and he still has a few plans for her before that’s going to happen.

Y/N’s toes curl as she increases the pace of her movements and she can feel her walls spasming around the toy. “Yes, Daddy. My pussy is yours. All yours,” she babbles. “Gonna come soon, Daddy. Can I come? Please. I’ve been such a good girl.”

“Gonna come already, kitten? You’ve barely even touched yourself,” Fred teases. “Do you like showing off for Daddy that much?”

Y/N moans and her back arches as her orgasm nears and she stats to slam the toy into herself harder. “Love it so much, Daddy. Love being your good girl. Always wanna be good for you.”

“You are such a good girl, kitten. You look so good fucking yourself with that toy. You’ve already got Daddy hard again.” Fred stands up, his eyes trained on Y/N’s face. “Go on then, kitten. Come for Daddy.”

“Oh, oh, Daddy,” Y/N moans as she finally reaches her climax. Her hips thrust down on the toy as pleasure washed over her and her thighs tremble from how intense her orgasm is. As she comes down from her orgasm the vibration of the toy is too much, but before she can pull it out Fred is sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing the end of the toy.

“We’re not quite done here, kitten.” Fred increases the speed of the vibrator and starts to slowly fuck Y/N with his, watching as her body writhes on the bed.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Y/N babbles as Fred starts to fuck her with the toy faster. Her body feels like it’s on fire, and she can already feel her next orgasm building. Tears have started to leak out of her eyes, and she collapses against the bed. “Too much Daddy, please.”

Fred slows down the pace of his movements for a moment. “Do you need Daddy to stop, kitten? It’s okay if you do, you just need to say the word and Daddy will stop.”

Y/N shakes her head. “Don’t stop Daddy, please. Wanna come again. Feels so good Daddy.”

Fred starts moving at the same pace as before, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s forehead. “Such a good girl, kitten. Come for Daddy on the toy one more time and then he’ll give you his cock, okay?” Fred grabs one of Y/N’s hands in his and intertwines their fingers, before pressing them down against the bed above her head. “Good girl, kitten. Come for Daddy.”

Y/N’s back arches off of the bed as she comes, an incoherent mess of moans and whines falling from her mouth as pleasure rockets through her body. Her whole body is trembling, and it feels like she can’t breathe as Fred turns down the vibration on the toy and continues to slowly fuck her as her orgasm rolls over her.

Fred watches Y/N’s chest heave with deep breaths as she comes down from her orgasm, and he slowly pulls the vibrator out of her. He leans down to kiss her forehead gently, squeezing their intertwined hands. “You did wonderful, kitten. So, so good. I love you so much.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. I love you.” Y/N whines and tilts her chin up, silently asking Fred for a kiss.

Fred complies immediately and kisses her slowly for a few moments. He presses a few quick kisses to her mouth before pulling away. “Do you have one more in you, kitten? Are you ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

Y/N nods, letting Fred help her sit up. “Yes, Daddy. Need you so bad.”

Fred grabs the bottom of Y/N’s bra and pulls it over her head, kissing her again as his hands starts to massage her breasts. He lays her back down as he settles in between her legs, his hands running down her torso towards her core. “Can’t wait to bury my cock in your pussy, kitten. You always feel so good wrapped around me.” He slowly pulls her thong down, admiring her now naked body.

“Fuck me Daddy,” Y/N begs. “Want you to pound my pussy.”

Fred practically growls as he grips Y/N’s thighs and he pulls her down the bed closer to him. He braces himself on one hand near her shoulder, while the other wraps around the base of his cock and positions himself at her entrance. “Ready, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

Fred slams his hips forward, pushing all of himself into Y/N’s dripping heat. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder and grips her hip before he starts to snap his hips into her hard and fast. “Fuck, kitten. Still so fucking tight for Daddy. How does my cock feel? Is it stretching you out?”

“Daddy,” Y/N moans, starting to move her hips to meet Fred’s thrusts. She clenches around him tightly, wanting to bring him to his orgasm. She’s still extremely sensitive from her first two climaxes, and from the way Fred’s cock is relentlessly rubbing against her g-spot she knows it won’t be long before she comes again. “Your cock feels so good. Feel so full, Daddy.”

“God, kitten. Love your cunt so much. Always feel so fucking good.” Fred starts to rub harsh circles on Y/N’s clit, hoping to bring her to her third orgasm. Her walls are like a vice grip around his cock, and Fred knows we won’t last much longer. “Who does this pussy belong to kitten? Is it yours?”

“No,” Y/N pants, shaking her head. She lets out a long whine as Fred lands a particularly hard thrust and she momentarily loses the ability to speak from the pleasure flowing through her veins. “Belongs to you, Daddy. All yours.”

“That’s right, kitten. All mine.” Fred’s rhythm starts to falter as his orgasm approaches, and he starts to apply more pressure to Y/N’s clit. “Come on, kitten. Come for Daddy. Give him one more and I’ll fill you up with my seed.”

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches as she comes again, a low moan ripping from her throat. She relaxes against the bed as she comes down, her hands tangling in Fred’s hair and tugging on it harshly. “Please Daddy. Come inside of me, want you to fill me up.”

Fred buries himself completely in Y/N and his hips still as he comes, his cock twitching as it paints her insides with his release. He rolls his hips slowly before stopping his movements all together. He gently places Y/N’s leg back on the bed, and he leans down to kiss her softly. Fred slowly pulls out of Y/N and lays down next to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest.

“Love you Freddie,” Y/N mumbles as she presses her face into his neck. She wraps her arms around his torso and presses a few kisses to his sweaty skin. “Love you so much.”

Fred chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Y/N.” He just holds her for a moment, pressing her to his chest tightly. He looks down at her, noticing the slightly dazed expression on her face. “I’m gonna go run you a bath, okay? Stay right here, baby.” Fred kisses her gently before he climbs out of bed and heads into their bathroom.

Once the bath is warm and filled with bubbles, Fred goes back into the bedroom and slowly picks Y/N up bridal style. He takes her into the bathroom and places her in the bathtub carefully before getting in behind her.

Y/N relaxes back against Fred’s chest, letting the warm water flow over her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Anything for you.” Fred rubs his hands up and down Y/N’s arms in the water to soothe her and presses a few kisses to the top of her head. “So, Daddy, huh?” he teases after a few minutes of silence.

Y/N laughs and tilts her head back so she can look up at Fred. “You’re in no place to talk, kitten,” she fires back.

Fred smiles and leans down to capture Y/N’s lips in a sweet kiss. The angle is awkward, but neither of them seem to care. “Hey, I’m not complaining it was wicked hot. What about you, did you enjoy trying something new?”

Y/N hums and nods, kissing Fred again. “Let’s just say I think we should head back to that sex shop again sometime soon.”

“Does tomorrow work for you?”

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Rewards and gifts

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork said - " I LOVE Steve in this shirt. How about something fluffy with hints of smut. Or full smut. With way you wanna do it. Short or long as you want babes. 😍 "

Wtf this was supposed to be a drabble...

Summary - Steve looks so handsome in his sexy blue shirt. You don't want him to leave. So you come up with a diabolical plan.

Warnings - smut, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, spanking, edging, slight voyeurism, light anal, mean daddy Steve, porn with very little plot.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count - 2k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You leaned against the door to the walk in closet you shared with your fiancee. Picking at the doorframe, you leaned against it, trying to sneakily look at your Steeb pushing his hair back with the black brush you decorated with pink rhinestones.

“Why are you sulking doll?” He asked putting the hairbrush down and turning to look at you.

“I’m not sulking!” You huffed. How dare he insinuate that? Even if it was true, how dare he?

“You’ve got that cute little pout on your face” He couldn’t suppress his grin. He turned back to the dressing table mirror, Spristing some of that Tom Ford perfume you have him. Which you bought with his card but whatever. It’s basically the same thing. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know how much it costs or he’ll probably lose his mind.

You couldn’t help but hum as as you looked at his muscles flexing, barely contained in his tight fitted shirt. It was a good thing you ‘accidentally’ got him a size too small. He was never really interested in shopping for himself. He only ever bought boring things. “I’m sorry what?” You snapped back to reality. Dragging your mind out of the gutter.

He only chuckled, walking closer to you. “What’s wrong princess?” He cooed cupping your cheek.

You sighed leaning into his touch. “I’ll just really missed you” You spoke softly imitating the look of a kicked puppy to get what you want. “Can’t I come with you?” You asked jutting your bottom lip out.

He let out a shaky breathe. He hated saying no to you. You never really asked for much anyway. But it was supposed to be a ‘guys night'. Everyone on the team already teased him about being so whipped for you. Which was annoying but not that big of a deal. He loved you and wasn’t afraid of showing it. But he didn’t want them making you feel uncomfortable the whole night.

On the other hand. He couldn’t bear the thought of being away from you. Not when you looked at him so sweetly, tugging the helm of your pale pink nightie, a nervous tick of yours.

“Please?” You let out the smallest of whimper. If you overdo it, you’ll come off as bratty.

“Alright princess you can come.” He finally relented and caught you as you jumped in his arms peppering kisses all over his face.

Steve only gave you 15 minutes to get ready so you had to really hurry along. You quickly went through your clothes looking for the best one. You smirked when you stumbled upon something that would be perfect. To give Steve a taste of his own medicine.

Steve texted the guys on their group chat that he would be bringing you along. And as expected they all started calling him whipped. And a lover boy. Though they knew better than to say anything even remotely bad about you.

His breathe hitched as he took in what you were wearing. A skin tight sparkly pink dress, that really didn’t leave much for the imagination, paired with silver heels. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra when he saw the impression of the hard nubs of your nipples.

“I didn’t have time to do my make up. So I’m only wearing lip gloss” You said smacking your lips “How do I look?” You asked twirling for him. “I’m not wearing spanx. Does that look weird?” You looked down at your tummy and love handles sticking out in the dress. Oh well, you were dressing up for yourself and it looked fine to you. “Whatever.” You shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“I – princess I’m going to ask you something. And you have to be completely honest.” He said so gravely that it intimidated you. “Are you wearing panties?” He asked his voice strained.

And you giggled mischievously. “Nope” you said popping the ‘p'. You turned around lifting your dress and flashing your ass. “Is that a problem?” You asked over your shoulder, feigning innocence.

“You’re being a tease and a bad girl. You do know what happens to bad girls?” You turned around to look back at him. And it was a mistake. His arms were crossed over his chest. His shoulders so broad, his biceps so large, and holy shit is this God of a man really yours?

“That’s like the pot calling back to the kettle.” You huffed.

“What do you mean?” He asked quirking a brow at you.

You walked over to him in long strides, not very graceful in your 3 inch high heels. You squeezed his bicep “Look at these! It has to be a crime to look this good!” You complained growling at him. And yes you do realise how ridiculous you are being. But the sight of him in that shirt made you so wet you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“You and this – uh – sex shirt! You’re so sinful! So don’t you go calling me a tease.” Your hand subconsciously fondled his pert pectoral through the shirt. Not having the least bit of shame as you looked at him, headstrong, not backing down. Even if the shirt basically made you putty.

“Sex shirt?” He cringed.

“Mm-hm. Now come on let’s go or we’ll be late.” You turned around to collect your clutch but in a flash of a second he had hauled you and manhandled you over his lap.

He pulled your dress up exposing your plump ass. Taking a handful he massages it. Any good spanking session begins with a warm up after all. “You planned this didn’t you? You little minx.” He cruelly snickered at your yelp as his hand met your ass. Leaving a stinging burn. “Well now you get what you wanted. Daddy will stay with you now. And teach you a lesson. How do you feel about that?” He asked giving two quick slaps to your other cheek.

“Yes – yes I’d like that. I’ve been so bad. You need to set me straight daddy.” You drawled wiggling your ass up to him. Wordlessly asking for more. You gasped as he smacked you especially hard. Feeling liquid collect between your legs.

“That’s right baby I do. Remember you don’t get to cum tonight until you show me you’ve learned your lesson. Understood?” He asked reigning two hard slaps on your upper thighs.

“Yes! Yes daddy.” You cried tears trailing down your cheeks. But you still needed more.

“Tch” he clucked teasing your folds and collecting your slick. “You’re not off to a good start. Already ruining my pants.” He said harshly plunging two of his fingers inside you. “Is it because of the shirt?” He wanted to know.

“No daddy. That’s all you.” And he didn’t have to look at you to know that you were grinning unabashedly as he fucked you hard with your fingers. He could tell you were close when he felt you squirming against his hold and clenching on his digits.

He quickly pulled them out of you as you whined loudly stomping your leg on the couch. “Behave.” He warned slapping your already bruised bottom.

He flipped you onto your back and settled himself between your legs. He shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Clean them up.” He ordered.

And you suckled loudly. Longing so desperately to cum that you’d do just about anything.

He abruptly pulled them out. He easily tore your precious, beautiful dress. And you wailed. Actually hurt. “What the hell?!” You screamed. You really liked that dress.

“I can buy you another one princess.” He leaned over you. His face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breathe on your lips. “You have no idea just how crazy you make me. Do you?”

You only huffed looking away. Still salty about your ruined dress. You tried not to enjoy it when he closed his mouth over a nipple, rolling the other one in his fingers. Muttering sweet apologies against your skin as he trailed kissed down until he reached your core.

You had to spread your legs wide, somewhat uncomfortably, to accommodate him. You looked down at him, and damn he still look so delicious. The color really brought out the blue in his eyes. Which were almost black now.

You shuddered as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly on it. He had made you squirt once. Maybe you could do it again. Ruin that glorious shirt.

He sucked and drank from you, occasionally prodding at your pluckered hole, using his fingers here and there. But he either slowed down or stopped to a halt whenever he felt you were at the edge of your orgasm.

You were beyond frustrated. Your hips and thighs aching from being spread for so long. You almost considered saying your word, to make him stop to a halt. But it was a beautiful kind of torture. One which you wanted to end, but at the same time didn’t. You were too delirious to think.

“Oh” You let out a breathe when he pulled away from your core picking up his ringing phone from the coffee table.

“It’s Bucky” He said looking at the caller id. “here sweetheart” He handed the phone to you settling back between your legs. “Why don’t you answer him? Tell him we won’t be able to make it.” He said licking up a stripe against up your warm folds.

You whimpered but accepted the call. Beggars can’t be choosers. “He-llo” You stammered trying to stay silent. You weren’t that shameless.

“Oh y/n” He said obviously expecting to hear Steve’s voice. “Where are you both? What’s taking so long?” And you really tried to contain a moan by slapping a hand against your mouth, when Steve curled his fingers inside you, but it slipped out. “Are you okay?” He asked his voice laced with concern for you.

“Yeah. I just have a stomach bug. I’m sorry we can’t come Buck” you hissed.

“Eh. Don’t worry about it doll. I’ll come check in on you tomorrow. Get well –“

You hung up the phone before he could completely. Going limp as you felt your orgasm crashing over you. Seeing white spots in your vision. You felt as if you blacked out.

The next morning, or afternoon, you woke up late. Because your favorite guy kept you up till 4 in the morning. He was missing from your apartment. You decided to forego your shower since you had taken a long bath with him after he thoroughly fucked you.

You still felt the burn between your thighs, all your muscles sore as you worked on getting your coffee ready. You perked up when you saw Steve entering the kitchen and putting two paper bags on the counter. Hoping he got you some food you quickly sneaked a peek in them. Only to see the logos on the bags saying ‘gucci' and ‘prada'.

“Huh?” You asked confused as you looked into the.

He was just a bit offended that you went straight for the bags without even acknowledging him. But then he heard your stomach rumbling and chuckled. Maybe he should’ve picked up some donuts or macaroons for you.

He swatted your hands away. Opening the huge black box to reveal a lavender dress, adorned with pink roses stitched into its ruffles. He immediately thought of you when he saw it. It was made for you.

You squealed at the sight of it. Snatching it from his hands and hugging it close to you.

“I’m sorry about your dress princess.” He kissed your forehead. He was really sorry. He knew how much you liked your things. And as bratty as you can be, you were never wasteful with them.

So he pulled the cream colored box out of the gucci bag. “You need to have a purse to go along with it.” He said revealing a pink sling bag. Which matched the small pink roses on the dress.

And yes. You found other ways to thank him for the generous gifts.

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yn-rollcall · 3 years ago

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Momento: Bakugo x Reader: Ch. 11

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 7.9k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

A03

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Auntie:

Closing the shop for today!

Y/N:

Really? Why?

Auntie:

Yoko seems to be having a crisis, so I'm helping her out.

Y/N:

Anything I can do to help?

Auntie:

Yes! Go see that boyfriend of yours and convince him to take off work!

You've only had one date. Take initiative!

Y/N:

Aye Aye Captain. Let me know if Yoko needs anything.

A crisis? I know she'll be alright with Auntie there but it felt wrong to enjoy the day knowing that. I'll check on her tonight to see if she wanted to talk about it. I flopped back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Considering the investigation underway, barging into Katsuki's workplace seemed like a one-way ticket to getting embarrassed. Maybe I'll go to the gym, I haven't boxed in a while. I sat up and pulled on my exercise clothes. I grabbed my gloves and walked out the door to see Iris pacing again. She looked up this time and gazed at my outfit.

"No work today?" She asked.

"Sudden day off, so I'm gonna go to the gym." I replied. "Do you want to come?"

She considered the offer, biting her nails until she realized she didn't have any left. Then she nodded.

"Yea, that'd be a good idea." She said quietly.

I sat on the couch and waited for her to change. She's been off for a while now. She couldn't still be worried about Katsuki right? She came out shortly after in a cute gym outfit, brown hair tied up in a bun. Her eyes still seemed clouded with worry as she grabbed her keys off the hook.

Something seriously must be up if she's just going with her natural self today.

We traveled to the gym in silence, walking up to the punching bags then doing our stretches. It was like she couldn't even try hiding it anymore. The bags under her eyes were dark and she kept staring off into the distance, thinking hard about something. Her shoulders were slumped and it was like she was on her last legs.

"Iris...can you please tell me what's up?" I said finally, fed up.

She looked at me with hopeless eyes.

"I don't know how." She said, finally not pretending she was fine. "I don't know if I can handle it if it goes wrong right now."

"Can you give me a hint?" I asked, head tilted in confusion.

My phone started ringing before she could answer. We had a staredown for a moment before she sighed. She's finally talking, I didn't want to give her an out. She motioned towards the phone.

"I promise I won't just leave you hanging. Answer the phone." She said.

I took out the phone and answered it, glancing at her before I addressed whoever it was.

"Hello?" I said reluctantly.

"Hey, is the shop closed today?" A deep voice answered back. Katsuki.

"Uh yea, Yoko and Auntie needed to do something so she just gave me the day off." I said

"Huh, that's weird. Deku suddenly gave me the day off too." He said, sounding suspicious.

We both paused for a moment.

"Do you think they planned this together?" I said with a growing smile.

"No doubt about it." He said. "Where are you?"

"We're at the gym on Main Street." I said.

"We?" He asked.

"Iris and I." I clarified.

"Got it." He said. "I'll meet you there in a bit."

"Sweet, see you then!"

"See you. I love you."

I paused, my heart fluttering.

"Love you too." I said sheepishly.

"Bye." He said, I could hear his smile.

"Bye."

I shifted back and forth happily at the prospect of seeing Katsuki then remembered my previous conversation. I turned back to Iris. She looked around the gym and started rubbing her arm. She looked into my eyes, hers so full of an emotion I couldn't really place. Then she turned away.

"I think it would be best if I told you and Dynamight together tonight." She said.

"Why Katsuki?" I asked. "And why can't you say it now?"

"I kinda need to prepare to say it." She said, not making eye contact.

She took my pinky and held it up, holding it tight.

"I promise that tonight you'll know everything." She said. "I swear."

I squeezed her pinky with my own.

"I'm holding you to that."

We both got up after some more stretches and started hitting the bag. We alternated between doing drills on the individual punches and dodges. After almost an hour, we both stopped, drenched in sweat. I could probably keep going but Iris looked like she was about to pass out. We gathered our stuff and headed towards the door. When we walked out, we saw Katsuki walking up, sweaty and smudged with dirt. I glanced over at Iris who grimaced for a moment and then quickly straightened her face.

Does she not like him?

"Whoah, what happened?" I asked, watching him wipe some dirt off his face with his shirt.

"A villain attack happened on the way here." He said.

"Ah. That'll do it." I replied.

"Did you drive over here?" Iris asked while adjusting her bag.

Katsuki nodded and she sighed with relief.

"Oh thank god, can you drive us home? I need a shower and a long nap." She said, trudging towards the parking lot not really waiting for an answer.

I gave Katsuki an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. She seems to be in a mood today." I said, my voice low.

"Honestly, I think she just doesn't like me much." Katsuki said, then leaned slightly towards me. "Maybe she likes you?"

"No way."

I didn't say anything about her not liking him because I'm starting to get the same vibe. She never really talked directly to him. She seemed less than enthusiastic when he's mentioned and he's the first person I've ever seen her hit without hesitation. I imagined that dating a pro-hero would be supreme teasing material but it was almost like she hated mentioning it. We got in his car and drove in silence to our house. Katsuki cleared his throat.

"So if it's alright, I wanna take Y/N to my house." He said to Iris, almost like he was asking permission.

Iris was trying to bite her nails again before she noticed he was speaking to her. Katsuki repeated what he said. She flicked her eyes to me then back to him.

"Sure, I'm not her mom." She said with a confused expression.

Katsuki looked at the door. She followed his eyes and her's widened.

"Oh right! Yea, sorry." She scrambled as she grabbed her gym bag and walked out.

She closed the door, then walked up to my window.

"Let me know when you guys want to talk." She said cryptically then walked towards the elevator.

"Is something up?" Katsuki asked.

"Yea, she wants to tell us something tonight. It's the thing that's been bothering her for the past few weeks." I sighed.

"Why me too? That seems personal." He asked, eyebrows pulling together as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I don't know but if it gets her to talk I don't care." I said, settling into the seat, sighing.

Thoughts of what Iris could say swirled in my head. I leaned my head against the window and watched the buildings pass by in a blur. Katsuki's hand slid onto my thigh and squeezed. I looked at him and smiled. I held his hand and turned up the radio. Eventually, we rolled to a stop in front of a nice apartment complex. It looked five star fancy and there were fancily dressed people and guards at the check in.

"This is your place?" I asked in awe.

"Yup." He hummed, amused at my reaction.

We got past the front desk and took the elevator to his floor. Once we were in the apartment, I gaped, looking around. It was stylishly decorated with not a thing out of place. He watched me look around before guiding me down a hallway. Soon we arrived at a room I could only assume was his bedroom. He hugged me from behind, kissing my neck.

"We should probably take showers." I said smiling and making sure my armpits are closed.

"I know." He said, placing another kiss on my cheek.

"And yet you're still hanging on me." I said.

"You were so much nicer yesterday with the I miss you's and hugs." Katsuki complained.

"I'll be nice after you take a shower."

"You can be nice to me in the shower." He said seductively into my ear.

"Nope! I gotta prepare." I said, throwing out the lure.

Katsuki's eyes widened.

"Prepare?" He said, taking the bait.

"For your massage!" I said cheerfully. "And this one's on the house (cuz I gotta practice)"

I turned around and put my arms around his neck, smiling.

"Now can you show me where the oil and stuff is?" I asked.

While Katsuki showered, I gathered all the stuff I'd need for the massage. Some stuff I had to look around a little to find. By the time he got out, I had his bedroom set up. When he walked in, I connected my phone to his speaker and turned on a massage playlist. He came in with a towel and looked around the candlelit room. I motioned towards the bed that now had several towels laying on it.

"Lay down and relax while I shower real quick and we can get this started!" I said my voice was a little shaky from nerves.

He gave me a look, smiling and walked towards the bed. I grabbed a towel and ran into the shower. While scrubbing, I mentally went through all of Auntie's tips. I finally turned off the water and dried myself off. I pulled on one of Katsuki's t-shirts and hyped myself up. Then walked into the room, trying to exude calm. Katsuki was laying down on his stomach, head on top of his arms. He looked up, then let his eyes trail down to my legs.

"Just so you know I'm gonna take the massage seriously. So no sexy time." I said with a smile.

He smirked. "We'll see about that."

I climbed on the bed and sat on him, grabbing the bottle of oil. I rubbed some oil between my fingers and spread it on his back. I let my hands trail slowly up from his back to his shoulders, applying light pressure. His back was warm and defined, years of work and training evident in every muscle. I bit my lip trying to stay focused. I could always stare at his back later. I rubbed my thumbs in circles from his neck to his shoulders, pressing into the many knots I found. He grunted and I stopped.

"Bad?" I asked.

"No, good. Press harder." he said, his voice almost sleepy.

"There's a joke in there about you asking me to go harder." I teased, continuing my massage, using my gravity to press a little harder.

He sat up and softly swatted my hip. "Get back to it Miss "Take This Serious."

I smiled and gently pushed him down. He let out a content sigh as I found the pressure he really liked. His body relaxed more and more under my touch. I asked him to turn around so I could massage his feet. He got up, adjusting his towel and laid back down. I got the oil and rubbed it between my hands, then worked my thumbs into the arches concentrating. His foot twitched.

"You ticklish?" I said with a small smile.

"Don't even think about it." He threatened.

I worked my way up to the toes, pulling slightly. Then moving on to the other foot. I kept going until his foot was a little more pliant in my hands. I asked him to flip around again. Then I climbed the bed and started massaging his legs. It didn't really strike me how muscular his thighs were until seeing them up close. I briefly think about the sexual implications before shaking my head. We're focusing on making him feel relaxed today.

I worked my way up to his back which was fraught with knots. I tried rubbing most of them out, earning some grunts from Katsuki. When the knots on his back were mostly rubbed out, I moved onto his arms. I climbed off the bed and picked up his wrist, rubbing up his arm. Then finished with a hand massage. I do the same to the other arm briefly wondering if he was asleep. I go back to his back to do a few final rubs.

"How are we feeling?" I asked, noticing Katsuki was very silent.

"Mm?" he groaned sleepily.

I smiled. Guess the massage was a success. I stopped rubbing after about 10 more minutes and sat beside him. After a few moments, he pulled me down to lay beside him and cuddled into me. He kissed my cheek and laid back down.

"Auntie taught you all that?" He said sleepily with a smile.

"Yea, I'm not nearly as good as she is but I think I remembered the basics." I said shyly.

"I'd say you've definitely got the hang of it." He laughed.

"I wanted to make sure you could relax after working so hard." I said.

"Well, I'm definitely relaxed." He sighed contentedly.

"Do you want to take a nap?" I said

"Nope, that'd mean less time with you." He replied softly.

"Then wanna watch something?" I gestured to the TV.

"Sure." He got up and grabbed the remote from the bedside table and clicked on the TV.

We watched a few episodes of a show. As it went on, I got less interested as I felt Katsuki's hands wander. His hand trailed up and down my thigh, causing goosebumps. They kept getting dangerously close to my center. Eventually, his hand brushed over my clit, causing my body to stiffen. I tried to turn towards him but he kept me in place.

"Just relax." He said as he spread my lips apart with his fingers.

"This visit was supposed to be about you." I breathed out, feeling his fingers rub delicate circles around my clit.

"Then let me please you." He kissed my neck.

"You really don't have to, I'm fine-" I said, trying to eliminate the moan from my voice.

"I want to." He said, cutting me off. "Besides, I want to see my favorite pervert come on my cock again." He said with a wicked smile.

If I could think, I'd respond but he kept licking and sucking my neck in all my favorite places. He pushed two fingers inside, curling up in slow measured strokes. My breathing turned heavier as the pleasure started building. He placed soft kisses on my neck, watching my body writhe to get more pleasure from his hands. I slid my hand over his and pushed his palm on my clit, using his hand to get off.

"Yes, baby use me." He said while watching me grind on his hand. "I think one of these days we should make a day out of it."

I felt his cock twitch on my ass. "You want me to use you as my sex toy?" I asked, struggling to form words through the haze of pleasure.

He grinded into me, his breath picking up. "Fuck yes."

"Okay" I moaned. "Next time, when I'm not trying to spoil you."

I turned toward him to see his eyes on me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. He leaned down, softly kissing my lips. It started off gentle until Katsuki's hands settled on my ass and squeezed. Tired of the towel in the way, I pulled it off him and slid closer. I leaned into the kiss, grinding my hips into him. His cock grew harder, heat boring through my clothes. He turned me onto my back, looking me up and down before continuing the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. His hands wandered under my knees and lifted them. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he guided mine in rhythm, us grinding together. He sat up, pulling up my shirt. I sat up, letting him take it off me. He looked down.

"You're wearing my boxers?" He smiled.

"Massaging you coochie out seemed like a one-way ticket to not finishing the massage." I said while giving him a kiss.

I took off the boxers and he stared at me for a long moment. Then he got off the bed and opened the curtains to let the afternoon sun in. I covered my chest feeling a little more exposed. He frowned at my arms. He's seen my scars before but this time, I'm not distracted by anything emotional. He's not distracted by anything emotional.

He climbed on the bed and gently removed my arms and stared at me. His eyes drunk in every detail, slowly like he had to memorize me. I felt my body heat up as I watched his half hard member slowly rise at the sight of me. His rough hands traced my figure, the stretch marks, the scars from my shoulders to my thighs. I looked away, feeling too exposed. He used his hand to gently guide my face towards his.

"Let me enjoy my gift." He said softly, eyes full of lust-addled admiration.

His eyes were half lidded, almost drowning in his deep blush. His eyebrows were pulled together as he looked over me, always analyzing. He spread my legs staring at my core, cock fully hard. He stroked himself a couple times, sinful grunts rising out of his throat before holding the base. I placed my hands under my knees to hold my thighs open and he bit his lip. He took a couple fingers, and curled them inside me, earning a light moan. After a few strokes, he took them out, staring at the slick between his fingers and spread it over the top half of his cock. While his other hand kept squeezing the base he pumped his hand over the now slick covered tip. Curling his fist over and over while he cursed and moaned.

"I can't even fucking decide what I want to do." He groaned looking over my body.

I felt like a goddess, watching him helplessly stroke himself to me. I looked at him, his toned, muscular body riddled with battle scars and scratches. The way his chest rose and fell as he panted. His strong hands curled around his long, thick cock. I don't think I'll ever get used to how perfect he looked. Maybe that's how he saw me? He stared at my cunt, dripping and on full-display and licked his lips. Then he gritted his teeth and stopped stroking, breathing hard through his nose. Then he looked at me.

"I won't last." He sighed more to himself than me. "I have to be inside you."

"I need you inside me too." I said softly, watching his dick twitch at the statement.

He tilted my head up and softly kissed me. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled them onto him. I could feel his cock pressed against my center. His lips moved against mine as his hips grinded into me. I moved my hands to curl one in his hair and used the other to run down his chest. One hand tweaked my nipples. Pinching and rubbing in soft slow movements, while the other held onto my hips, determined to keep this slow, intimate pace as much as possible. Sparks of pleasure jolted through me each time the tip rubbed against my clit. Little mewls escaped my mouth as the pleasure started to build. With a grunt he sat us up, adjusting me on his lap.

He broke away and looked between us, asking permission. I nod my head. He adjusted my hips and sank me down until his full length was inside me. We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling together. I wasn't looking at his face but I could feel his eyes on my body. He leaned in and kissed my forehead as he started to move. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting and dropping my hips in time. Slow wet sounds filled the room, sounding filthy next to this intimate feeling moment.

It was a moment wrought with contradiction. My pussy coated his dick and sucked him back with every pull. His eyes looked at me with love and care. We were both covered in oil, staining the sheets. I softly kissed him, feeling my heart burst. Our breaths and moans were untamed, dirty and vulnerable. The relaxed pace he went made sure I felt every inch and vein of his thick length. My breath stuttered as I scratched his back. Another high pitched moan escaped me as he slammed his hips into me. He smirked. I circled my hips in response causing him to groan in my ear. His grip on my hips tightened. I sucked on his pulse point as he kept hitting that wonderful spot deep inside. He set me on my back and lifted my leg to hit deeper.

It occurred to me how embarrassingly intimate this was. Modified missionary with no words and constant eye contact. It may be a sunny room but there are candles and everything. This was what I've always been afraid of. But instead of fear, I felt this huge feeling build in my chest. His brow furrowed in concentration as his eyes only occasionally left mine to watch his cock disappear inside me. I loved watching him this way. Him savoring me. I thrusted my hips in time with him, feeling my body start to tingle. A shaky breath left him as he leaned down touching our foreheads together. Our grunts mixed together as he picked up his pace. My legs were starting to shake as he shifted positions, his movement rubbing my clit with each stroke.

"I love you." He breathed, looking into my eyes. "You're so beautiful."

I felt tears prick my eyes. I blinked them away as my nails dug into his back.

"I love you too." I said my voice cracking.

He slowed down for a moment, kissing my cheek.

"I won't tell anyone if you cry." He said with a smile. "I know you've got a reputation to keep."

I laughed, the tears falling despite my earlier efforts to stop them. He stopped thrusting, staying inside me as he wiped away my tears. He kissed me softly as he started moving again. This was my nightmare. Feeling so loved and cared for like this. What if I start to need it? I can live with being hit, I can't live without being loved. Not after this. I moved my hips with his, feeling the pleasure build again. His moans mixed with mine and echoed off the walls. We were both close. So very close. I felt my body start to shake, from the emotion and the pleasure. My toes curled as that tight little coil wound as tight as it could. More tears fell from my eyes as praise flowed from his lips.

"I can't get enough of how your pussy feels on my cock."

"That's it baby just like that."

"Fuck you feel so good."

Every single praise accompanied by delicious hard slow strokes. His breathless moans in between. My head fell back as my back started to arch. I'm close. Tears falling. He wiped them, never stopping his stride. Never letting up.

"Katsuki...!" I whined, my legs shaking.

I wanna reciprocate. I don't know how. You're so perfect. You're everything. Please know I feel this about you.

"I know baby." He breathed, leaning down to bite my neck, thrusting into that perfect spot.

I twitched and spasmed as I came all over his cock. It hit me all at once that all I want is this. Him. He kept stroking, helping me ride out my orgasm, raining praises down on me. And I finally decided I had to tell him something .

"I'm addicted." I panted, still coming down from my high. "I'm addicted to you Katsuki.

"Yea?" he said his face peeking up.

Oh yea...Praise kink.

An idea popped in my head. An idea on paying him back. An idea I'm a little-okay A LOT nervous about.

"Katsuki?" I said, my heart racing.

"Mmm?" He said softly in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"Can you lay on your back?" I asked

He stilled inside me and looked at my face, a little suspicious. Then he rolled off of me, laying beside me. I got up and straddled him. My arms were at the sides of his torso, pussy hanging over his cock. He looked at my face, then down at my pussy, eyes rapt as a heavy wet drop fell down on his cock. His breath sucked in and I bit my lip before facing him. He looked at me, eyes bright with lust, anticipating what I'll do.

Please let me pull this off.

"Let's explore that praise kink, yea?" I said, my breath shaky as I sunk down on his cock.

He watched with rapt attention as I slowly sunk down on him until I was fully seated on his hips. His cock was hot and ridiculously hard. I stayed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being full in conjunction with Katsuki breathing hard. He already looked like he was about to lose it. Good, let's keep it here. I balanced my hands on his chest, lifted my hips and dropped down. His head sunk into the bed as a loud grunt pushed out of him. I was about to go up again before he gripped my hips, keeping me down.

"Just a second." He panted.

"It's okay if you cum, I'm happy to ride you again." I said, hoping to alleviate any pressure he might've felt. "Whenever you want."

He looked at me and his cock twitched then he quickly put his head on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Babe not helping." He hissed and my eyes widened.

Little Shit Switch: On

"Katsuki?" I said, he groaned in response. "I love the way your cock feels inside me."

"You're the fucking devil." He groaned, his hands gripping my thighs tighter.

"Katsuki." I said, wiggling my hips. He whined. "Look at me."

He looked at me. Clearly torn between looking at me and making sure he could last longer. Unfortunately, I'm a bit selfish so I'm choosing. I placed a hand on my lower lips and spread them a bit.. He sucked in a breath. His grip on me loosened. I lifted my hips and dropped down both of us moaning together. I put both hands on his chest to stabilize myself and slowly rode his cock.

"Mmm... do you like that?" I moaned, riding him a bit faster.

"Yes...God you feel amazing." He panted, grabbing my hips and rocking me in time with his thrusts.

He hit a spot that made me cry out and a gleam lit up his eyes. He gripped my hips and started drilling into that spot over and over. My hands dug into his torso. I tried desperately to think through the haze. Loud wet sounds filled the room and I could feel that wonderful bubble of pleasure building up. I refused to come again until I get this man on the edge. This was my rodeo.

I don't need to control the ride, I just need to control him.

"You hear that baby? That's what you do to me." I moaned. "It's what you always fucking do to me."

His hips faltered for a moment as his eyes closed, the praise washing over him. He tried drilling harder into that lovely spot but the ball was in my court. We both knew it. He looked in my eyes, knowing what I was doing. Was he gonna take the bait?

"Yea? Show me." He said, never missing an opportunity for an ego boost.

Checkmate

I moved his hands off of my thighs and took his cock out. His face remained neutral but his eyes looked desperate. I repositioned myself and bit my lip, dragging my pussy up and down his dick. I tried to recreate the mindset I had when I masturbated. Alone, wanton, wanting. Shameless. Fantasizing. Even like this, his dick felt so much better than anything else.

"I sit in my room, touching myself for hours thinking about this cock" I panted, starting to get into it. "Thinking about how you look when you stroke it."

I started grinding faster, dragging myself up until the tip was at my entrance then back down to his heavy balls.

"I fantasize about everything we've done, what we could do. The way you look when you fuck me. Your stupid hands and how I love how big and callous they are because I know you work hard and it feels so good fucking you. Being with you." I moaned with a faint growl at the end.

A man I respect. A man WORTHY of respect. Nothing like him.

I groaned, faintly realizing his whole dick and most of his hips were covered in droves of my slick. I paused to touch myself, flinching at the sensitivity and scoop up some to slather on the other side of his cock before continuing my assault. Now rubbing the other side in tandem with my thrusts. Katsuki moaned, his hips starting to move, like he couldn't take it anymore.

"And that fucking mouth -" I cut off with a moan and a few desperate thrusts on his cock.

"I've never been this desperate for anyone. Never. You ate me out and you fucked me and you ruined me. You fucking own me and I can't even deny it anymore." I panted.

He roughly grabbed my hips and slammed me onto his cock. Loud quick slaps filled the room as both of us drowned in pleasure. My whole body started to tingle as I finally looked at him. His eyes were bright and wild as he propped himself up on his elbows for better leverage to fuck me. Sweat ran down his brow as he grunted with the effort.

"Hah..fuck... fuuuuck! " He groaned as he thrusted into me, now with reckless abandon.

His mouth was hanging open while he panted like a bitch in heat. His eyes glazed over for a moment before he tried to re-focus, gritting his teeth. Praise really really does it for him. And I want him to lose it.

"Just like that baby, fuck!" I said, starting to feel that coil tighten again.

I rolled my hips as he pulled them down, his grip tightened with each roll. His head fell back, he was back to panting. The occasional desperate whine interrupting his low grunts.

"You feel so good." I cooed, reaching up and tweaking his nipples.

His eyes widened as he gasped then screwed shut. I licked my fingers then tweaked and rolled his nipples, figuring out what he liked best.

"Ah...!" He whined, stuttering breaths rolling out of him. "Hah...fuck...fuck!"

A lightbulb went off then I licked a nipple and lightly bit into it. His hips slammed into me and I saw his control break. His hips started to ram into me as a string of loud desperate moans filled the air. He was unhinged, lost all control. Just a ball of desire seeking his pleasure. I could see his eyes start to roll to the back of his head as his grip faltered. I slammed my hips down, not letting up. He started to drool and I felt all my nerves come alive. He's gonna cum and I'm gonna make him .

"Fuck yea baby go ahead and cum." I said, turned on and excited. "Fill up your little whore."

The muscles in his neck strained as his body twitched under me. Halted moans rising out of his throat as his hips arched into me. His dick swelling inside me so close to the edge. I wanted to just push him, I was about to reach for his nipples when he opened his mouth, drool starting to go out of the side of his mouth. His eyes clouded over with whatever fantasy land he was lost in.

"Come on my dick baby please." He moaned, still pumping inside me like a madman. "Fucking milk me."

I reached down, stroking my clit to the sight of a brand new, out of control Katsuki. After a few furious flicks, I came hard on his dick, just like he wanted. My legs twitched, a high pitched moan punching out of me as he groaned and pumped into me. He thrusted deep inside, pulling my hips down as he came. His dick pulsed inside me, filling me with cum, spurt after spurt after spurt. He rocked my hips, using my pussy at his leisure, riding out his ecstasy.

"Oh God....fuck yes!" He groaned, grinding my hips in a way to prolong my high. "Hunnhh... thank you...!"

His back arched into me one final time before he collapsed. The only sound in the room is both of us breathing hard, recovering. Katsuki turned his head to the side, spent. I laid down on top of him, about to slide myself off of him when he stilled my hips. I smiled and rested there, watching him enjoy his afterglow. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed down. He turned us to the side and held me tight. His dick finally slid out of me.

"I wasn't so sure when you said it...but I definitely have a praise kink." He said shakily, like he couldn't believe what just happened.

I laughed. "Good thing you did, otherwise that might've been embarrassing."

"There's no universe where I wouldn't find what you just did insanely hot." He quickly replied.

I laughed again. "I wanted...to make sure I did something for you this time around." I said softly.

"Y/N you-" I put my hand over his mouth which I noticed was covered in my slick. Whoops.

He noticed and licked it off, cleaning my fingers, making me forget what I was about to say for a moment.

"I wanted...you to REALLY enjoy yourself." I said, not really able to articulate as well as I would have before seeing Katsuki lick my fingers.

"Well I did." He said, chuckling. "I don't think I've ever come that hard."

A little bubble of pride swelled in my chest. "Yea?" I said.

He leaned close. "Maybe you also have a praise kink sweetheart."

"Or...I like hearing I did a good job. Like every former honor student." I said quickly.

"Mhmmm. So honor student...you touched yourself to me?" He asked, a big smile.

"I just filled up my praise quota earlier, oh darn." I said, rolling my eyes.

Katsuki pouted. "Just tell me. You only open up at like 3pm one Thursday out of the month. Let me hear it, please."

He's....okay he's surprisingly cute.

"Fine, I have a confession, Father Katsuki." I said.

"Tell me your sins." He replied

"I did in fact, ride Katsu #1-i guess #2." I said.

"What?!" He sat up. "Like actually?" He looked like he couldn't decide whether he was turned on or irritated by that.

"Turns out sucking your dick pushed me over the edge." I said, not meeting his eyes.

"Unbelievable." He smiled.

"Yea, I had the Dynamight vibrator and it started as a joke like ha ha what if I came over this pillow and sent it ha ha ha. Then it wasn't a joke and it didn't compare to looking into your eyes but at least I got to see your eyes and the muscles and that damn costume . And I missed you! And the way you looked when I y'know. And then next thing I knew I came over a body pillow so I had to re-evaluate my life while it was in the laun-" I rambled.

"Wait, Dynamight vibrator." He said and I gulped.

I forgot he didn't know about that.

"I'm leaving and never coming back actually." I said, sitting up.

He quickly grabbed me and I struggled against his vice-like grip. He pulled me towards him, back flush against his chest.

"Don't be shy, any other toys I should know about?" He purred in my ear.

"I swear to God, I didn't buy it! Iris did for blackmail." I quickly backtracked.

"But you used it~! Father Katsuki sees through you." He murmured, voice smooth as velvet. "You'll atone for that later, little sinner."

Filing Priest Katsuki as another kink.

"Maybe I'll have you use that vibrator in front of me...?" He pondered out loud.

"Anyway! Considering that before I only had a mild, admittedly horny-driven appreciation for 'Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight '." He cringed at his full hero name from when he first started. "I'm...really fucking obsessed with you. Like embarrassingly so."

"Is there more?" He asked, intrigued.

"Nope." I said, he analyzed my face.

"Face is completely blank when you lie. Noted." He said to my irritation.

"I'm never saying anything ever again by the way."

He turned my head to the side and kissed my nose. I kept my pout. Then he turned me around and softly kissed my lips. I eventually melted into the kiss, which he ended with a smirk.

"I have something to confess too." He murmured.

"I've fantasized a lot about fucking you in my hero costume."

"What, like at work?" I asked.

He paused looking at me eyes wide. Oh he didn't mean at work....but it's kinda hot? Am I into that? Images of him fucking me over his desk in his hero costume played in my mind, tantalizing me. Yea, okay I'm definitely into it.

"Hah. I'm gonna get arrested messing around with you." He sighed, visibly willing his dick to calm down.

"So I guess I shouldn't mention handcuffs either." I said sheepishly.

"Y/N." He warned.

"You said arrested not me. The cop fantasy thing is kinda hot." I commented thinking of him in a sexy cop uniform.

"You've got a lot of fantasies up there huh." He said, amused.

"Yup! I remember teacher/student was my go to for a while there. Eraserhead had me in a chokehold during that time..." I trailed off

"You were into him but not me?" He asked incredulously. "The sleeping bag man. Patchy facial hair dude. Him?"

"He's a HOT teacher who went around restraining people with rope and/or his body. Like it writes itself. Plus umm 'Great Explosion Murd-" I said

"Alright, point taken stop please." He covered my mouth before I finished the name.

I smiled and moved his hand. He smiled back and placed soft kisses on my lips, laying us down. Then, he turned us to the side, facing each other and held me tight. He chuckled as he stroked my hair. We both sat there in the sunlight, the act so domestic it made my heart ache. We kept talking about nothing, going back and forth in lazy conversation. Peaceful. Comfortable. Loved. So so loved.

A tear ran down my face, without any warning. I swallowed thickly as more tears came down. My body shook against his as silent tears fell. I felt truly loved. How long has it been? Why did it feel like forever? After a bit, I calmed down, embarrassment crawling up my throat. I looked at him and he smiled the most content smile I've ever seen on him. He swiped the last tears off of my cheeks. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

Please let nothing ruin this. Please.

"I won't leave." He said softly. "I promised after all."

I smiled.

"I might break if you do." I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

I slapped my hands over my mouth.

I can't believe I said that shit out loud.

My first instinct is to run away but I can't decide in which way. A joke? Deflection? Literal sprinting? Katsuki took my hand off my mouth and kissed it.

"Guess I'd better take responsibility then yea? I'd hate to not be accountable." He said, a warm resolute look in his eyes.

I felt more emotion bubble inside me. We both know the implications of what he said. He watched my reaction as I experienced it. Joy. Confusion. Fear. Doubts. Fear. Happiness. I kept spiraling until he flicked my forehead. He pulled his hand back as I covered the spot.

"It's not happening now or for a long while." He said softly. "I just want you to know I'm serious."

"I'm serious about you too." I said, not wanting to leave any uncertainty.

He smiled as he ran his hands through my hair. We turned our attention back to the TV and sat in content silence. When the evening rolled around I blew out the candles. I should text Iris so we can get our chat over with. My phone buzzed with a text. I pawed around the bed for my phone. Katsuki went over to my gym bag and pulled out my phone. I held my hand out as he tossed it to me and I checked my messages.

Iris:

We need to talk soon.

Y/N:

Perfect timing, I was about to text you about that.

Iris:

Great, let's meet at a park somewhere.

"Hey Katsuki, know any parks?" I asked.

He put a finger to his chin, thinking. He pulled out his phone, scrolling and tapping for a bit.

"The park on 8th street is pretty quiet around this time. No tai-chi groups or anything." He offered.

I texted Iris the address of the park and she accepted.

"She's cool with meeting there." I told Katsuki.

He nodded and I found a pair of his sweatpants to put on with his shirt. I adjusted the drawstrings to a comfortable level. Katsuki grabbed his keys and I walked after him. We got in the car and drove with the only sound being soft music from the radio. I wiggled my foot back and forth to offset the stress. Katsuki grabbed my hand.

"It's gonna be fine. It's probably not as bad as you're thinking."

"I know." I said, my foot slowing down only a little.

After about an hour we arrived at the park. He got out of the car and my phone rang. Iris. I answered and Katsuki looked at me confused. I motioned for him to go ahead while I took the call.

"Hey, Yoko are you okay?" I asked, concern lacing my voice. "Auntie told me you were going through something.

-Silence-

"Yoko?"

More silence

"Yoko. Seriously you're freaking me-

"Y/N..." She whispered. Then a quick inhale "Don't trust-" She strangled out.

-Click-

Call ended.

"Yoko?" I said into the emptiness, worry fully clouding my tone.

Sweat ran down my temple. Don't trust who? What's going on? The park around me produced soothing sounds of nature around me as my body grew cold. Something wasn't right. I'll tell Katsuki after we talked to Iris. Whatever this was, should be quick, I'll just get the cliffnotes. I caught up to Katsuki who glanced at me for a long second before looking ahead. We walked a bit before we saw Iris sitting on a bench. She stood up and greeted us, her expression serious. It was dark but I could tell she finally got some rest. She looked over to Katsuki.

"It'd be a good idea if you stepped away from her." She said softly. "This went badly last time."

He tilted his head. I stepped forward.

"Just blurt it out. No more stalling." I said, feeling antsy.

She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.

"It's about Hosei. He's back." She said, her expression dire.

"Hosei?" Katsuki asked.

"My ex. What does him being back have to do with anything?" I said, not understanding what she's getting at.

"He's coming after you." She continued.

I looked at Katsuki who looked just as confused.

"Do you mean like to get back together?" I said softly, feeling my head start to hurt.

"No." She said, staring at me with concern. "A part of you knows exactly what I mean."

My head was starting to throb. "No, I don't."

"Y/N" She started. "Your relationship with him is so much worse than you remember. He made sure you wouldn't remember."

Flashes of memories floated to mind. Memories beyond the yelling and hitting. Memories of crying. Memories of running desperately from something. Memories of being forced to do acts I'd never do. The pain. My head was splitting apart. I squeezed my hands on my head to keep myself together. I'm unraveling. What's happening? My quirk started to self-activate.

"Dynamight step back." I heard Iris say somewhere through the all-consuming pain.

"What's happening?" Katsuki asked, growing concerned.

I looked up and she stepped back. He forced me to hurt people. To rob people. To sleep with people. He forced me to forget that saying no was an option. He humiliated and hurt me. He fucking hurt me. Then I hurt others with a smile. I clutched my body as the ground around me started to crack. Katsuki stepped back, guarding Iris.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said, tears flowing up under the influence of my gravity.

Why did you remind me?

The ground started to shake and I started to float in the air. I could hardly focus on anything, My head hurt so much I felt sick. My skin felt sticky and sweaty as memories rushed past too fast to process. The random faces. The bruised bodies of the innocent. The gaslighting. The unconditional compliance.

"I tried but the same thing happened." She yelled over the sound of the cracking ground. "I had to knock you out to stop you before you collapsed the building. It's why we moved." She cried, tears flowing down her face. "You completely forgot, every single time I tried. It was like you reset."

Suddenly I remembered.

Pressure built in my head as her arm squeezed my neck tighter.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" She chanted, her breath strained with the effort.

I could see her through the broken mirror in our old living room. Her face was stained with tears. When she pressed her face on my body I felt the hot tears on my neck. Her arm was full of scratches. Her foot collected blood as she used the glass ridden ground for leverage. Stuff was floating around the room.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry." She sobbed as I started to lose consciousness.

The last thing I heard was stuff falling and a knock on our door.

The pain from my head radiated to the rest of my body, consuming my thoughts, my abilities, everything. She tried three times and they all ended the same way. I hurt her too. I'm a monster and couldn't even remember it. I sobbed. From the pain. From the memories. Katsuki whirled towards Iris, teeth clenched.

"Iris, what happened? What did he do? Why is she freaking out?" He yelled.

"Hosei, he-" She started.

A spotlight shone on my body from a helicopter. A voice yelled out.

"Y/N L/N. You are under arrest for the robberies of several stores and participating in plots of terrorism against the state."

"What?!" Katsuki yelled at the helicopter.

"Kacchan." Deku said. "We've got video evidence of her crimes. Thanks for leading her here." He said, stepping up to me.

I felt my heart clench. What did that mean? I looked at Katsuki who violently shook his head, looking from me to Deku. Iris looked at Katsuki, eyes narrowed.

"What the hell do you mean?" Katsuki yelled at Deku.

Deku ignored the question and grabbed my body, slamming me into the ground. I tried breathing in but couldn't catch my breath. Every attempt at inhaling hurt more and Deku watched on blankly. Katsuki roared and charged at Deku before Chargebolt electrocuted him and Iris. They slumped to the ground as Cellophane hesitantly tied them up. Deku leaned down, his weight pressing me further into the ground. I felt my consciousness start to slip away.

Deku POV

I could feel eyes on me and decided not to look at them. We had to track Y/N's phone to triangulate her location. The google search on Katsuki's phone wasn't enough to verify. I thought back to Yoko, silently crying in our investigation room. This felt so wrong. A small buzz came from Y/N's pocket. I looked around for the source and pulled out her phone. Texts popped up in her notifications.

Yoko:

Y/N please call me when you can.

This guy approached me, this really bad guy.

I'm so sorry. I told him everything. I couldn't control it.

Please forgive me.

Taglist: @macaroniwiththechickenstripz

#bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x y/n #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou smut #bakugo #momento

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i0990 · 4 years ago

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Piofiore no Banshou -ricordo- - Review

Since I finally got a Nintendo Switch I decided to try Piofiore no Banshou, what with 1926 recently released and all. I know the English ver (Fated Memories) came out earlier this year, but I played the Japanese one so I won’t be commenting on quality of translations and such.

What actually caught my eye for this game was the art, especially the number of different outfits and hairstyles Liliana had. I’m neutral about the mafia setting. Most of the reviews I read were positive, especially the ones for the eng ver, so I decided to give it a shot. Overall I had a decently fun time with it, but I wouldn’t say it’s one of my favourites.

Piofiore is real pretty to look at, but suffers from poor writing at parts. The personalities of the guys tend to flip-flop depending on the route. Liliana, while very cute, is not what you would consider a ‘strong heroine’. The plot wasn’t that interesting to me and the finale route was underwhelming. Still, the characters were for the most part entertaining enough that I didn’t consider this a waste of my time and it didn’t bore me.

If you love this game to bits you might want to stop reading here.

*spoilers after the cut*

Plot: The heroine, Liliana, is an orphan who grew up in the church. The city has 3 mafia gangs(Falzone, Visconti, Laoshu) each controlling a diff part of the city, as well as a neutral area. A mafia controlled Italian city in 1925 sounds liked a fun setting yeah? In each route she basically gets attacked and is rescued/taken in by one of the gangs and spends time helping them with their stuff. We learn that she’s the latest in a line of chosen maidens who supposedly act as the key to unlocking a holy relic, which is why various parties want to kill/protect/possess her for their own agenda.

The overall plot is to... actually idk because there is no overarching goal common to the routes except maybe to not die. Liliana herself doesn’t seem to have any of her own goals to achieve. Therein imo is where the story writing gets a bit bland. Dante’s route is where you learn more about Liliana being the chosen one since the Falzone family are the guardians of the relic, but in the end it was just sth like “If a Falzone and the holy maiden sleep together you can unlock relic” -.- Nth wrong with it being so cliche, but it also makes this rather irrelevant in the other routes. In the other routes Liliana being the chosen one just becomes an excuse for the game to pile all sorts of abuse on her.

Regarding Liliana... If you are the sort who really wants a strong heroine you’ll probably hate her. She puts up with a lot of nonsense and abuse, especially in Yang’s route. Admittedly at times it’s a matter of suck it up or die but she’s still rather lacking in personality. The producers designed her to cater to the self-insert player base so her backstory and character are left as vague as possible. Her being the holy maiden also comes with zero special powers so she literally is just a helpless damsel in distress. I personally wasn’t too bothered by it but just find it a waste given how they had such a potentially good setting to work with.

What mainly bothers me with the writing was how characters tend to change personality depending on the route, as well as them making pretty stupid decisions when they should know better. I think Orlok’s bad end is a well known example of this for Dante. Nicola’s goal in his route makes zero sense, and also poor Robert who suddenly goes yandere. Jozef is suddenly a good guy in a couple of the routes. Yang is pretty much the most consistent guy, except that he is consistently an arse. When the route with the guy who abuses the heroine the most is the most entertaining route, you know the writing is messed up.

The finale route was also pretty meaningless and felt a bit lazy since it branched off from Gilbert’s route when there was no real reason for it. I mean, if you want to have a secret love interest can you at least give the guy some decent development and his own route?

As for the plus points, I’d say the game is still pretty entertaining to play through. It’s mostly carried by the art and characters themselves rather than the plot. I also like the darker and more mature feel of the game since I’m not a huge fan of fluff games most of the time. There really is a lot more violence and sex in this game than you’d usually see, although sometimes it feels a bit forced just so they can have the shock factor. It’s not super long like HnK or super boring like the KBO fd so that’s good. It’s actually remarkable that despite the poor writing the game was still rather fun. Maybe that’s the true power of the holy maiden hmm.

Characters: Due to the writing being all over the place and the flip-flopping personalities I have no true favourite for this game. If I had to say I’d pick Dante, because he likes cats and for the most part he seems to care about Liliana even when it’s not his route. Gilbert is a close second because he just seems like a fun guy to hang out with and yay shopping. Orlok seems more like a younger brother. Yang, while very entertaining, has an absolutely rubbish personality. Nicola’s route ruined the character for me :/

I’d usually spend some time here talking about the heroine’s personality but she doesn’t really have one. Pretty standard nice, likes baking, will take a bullet for her guy kind of girl. But yeah, no goals of her own.

The sub characters in this game are so-so. My favourites are the Laoshu twins because of how they somehow make every scene they are in more interesting. Emilio is just there to conveniently make things better for the characters involved. But hey, everyone looks great!

System/Interface: It’s nice and suits the setting. Not much to complain about. I would have liked a ‘skip to next choice’ option for this game. The newspaper clipping style main menu is kinda cute. No trophies to collect since it’s on the Switch.

Art/Music: RiRi’s art saves the day. Even if the characters do stupid or mean stuff, at least they look good doing it. Tbh this is the first game RiRi has done so far where I really like the art. Also kudos for Liliana’s multiple hairstyle and clothing changes. I would have liked more CGs featuring the characters interacting with one another and not just Liliana. Overall the art was prob what I liked best about the game.

Music wasn’t too bad. I enjoyed it while playing but nothing that really impressed me enough to want to buy the soundtrack. I like the various faction themes and they do a decent job of conveying each gang’s mood. OP/ED didn’t stick in my head.

Overall. my main feelings about the game would be... mild disappointment? I was expecting a more action packed, dramatic game. I don’t regret it though because it was fun enough and there’s lots of eye candy. It’s mostly the wasted potential that annoys me. Sorry if this came across as more of a rant than a review. I know a lot of people love this game lol. If you’re interested in darker and edgier games this is still worth giving it a shot. I also have the FD so I’m hoping it will improve my opinion of the series. Will probably start on it after the new year ^^

#piofiore no banshou #piofiore #piofiore no banshou ricordo #otome game #Otomate #piofiore review

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avenger-hawk · 4 years ago

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Tagged by @altraes (thank you, it was fun to do this~)

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

(I wrote the first paragraphs because my first lines alone don’t make much sense lol)

1- ACQUIESCENCE (Minato/Itachi) my first fic ever. darkish but just a little, angsty. I’m proud of it cause another author wrote a sequel to it.

to ac·qui·esce: to accept, agree, or allow something to happen by staying silent or by not arguing. A flurry of leaves, swept away by the autumn wind, caught the Hokage's attention while he took off his large hat. That time of the year should have been warmer.

2- THE WILL OF FIRE (Shiita, Danzo/Shisui, Danzo/Itachi) This was dark and shiita fans didn’t like it lol.

Just like his owner, Danzo's studio was dark and dusty. The man didn't look as old as Hiruzen, but he was twice as scary; thus would think a boy of Itachi's age. Not him. He was not allowed to be afraid.

3- WHAT HE WANTED (Itasasu) Even tho I rewrote it cause I didn’t like how I initially characterized them and their dynamics this is my most popular fic. Maybe because it’s a post-ending, canon divergent, fix-it kind of story. Maybe because it’s Itasasu and I put so much love into writing their dynamics and, also, in giving Sasuke a good ending since canon didn’t do him justice.

Sasuke is where everybody wants him to be: in Konoha. With the battle and the arm he also lost the urge to fight. He's had enough of traveling. He's tired of chasing and being chased. So tired that even if he meant every word about starting a revolution, being the Hokage and build a new era, he had wondered, though only for a moment, if he would be able to really accomplish such tasks all by himself.

4- IN POWER WE ENTRUST THE LOVE ADVOCATED (Itasasu) THis is my second most popular fic. This one too was written after the ending and tried to give Sasuke justice. I planned to write a sequel but I got busy with other projects and lost interest in it.

The gates open, letting the shinobi in after a successfully completed mission. Being on duty the following day Sasuke declines his team mates' proposal to have dinner together, the reddish sunset light forcing him to squint as he walks towards the Hokage's office.

5- PRESSURE (Itasasu) Taken from In Power that can be read as a standalone oneshot.

Itachi wakes up to the sound of pouring water.

6- IN DREAMS (Itasasu, Izuna/Sasuke, DARKFIC). This is one of the darkest things I wrote. The Izuna/Sasuke crackpair was for @admiral-izusasu. The plot, the dynamics, everything has a double, or triple reading, plot related and metaphorical for other, real-life issues such as knowing people online, and emotional abuse from narcissistic people. I wrote it when I was fighting against one of these psychos, on tumblr itself, so this fic has a personal meaning for me. But also the plot and the canon divergent ending thing is cool, I think it’s one of my best fics, even though I coulnd’t care less about izuna.

They say that nature will always find a way. After the end of the war flowers keep blooming like nothing happened even if the light is fainter, filtered from the tall branches of the Shinju tree, now grown into a forest spread all over the world.

7- SOMBER CREATION PALE DESTRUCTION (Madara/Sasuke dom/sub-ish). Darkish? Who knows, I write darkfish stuff all the time. I was (and am) very proud of this fic, the canon divergent turn it took (who am I kidding, it’s really cool lol) and the weird relationship/dynamics these 2 created. So I didn’t update it anymore, because doing so would break their thin balance. Ssssh, don’t tell me it doesn’t make sense, I don’t believe you xD

History teaches that Madara Uchiha died at the hands of Hashirama Senju. Their statues were erected in the Valley Of The End where their battle was fought, where the shinobi god ended his best friend's life in order to protect the village they founded together. No one knows that Madara didn't die there.

8- IN THE DARK (kakashi/Sasuke, mob/Sasuke noncon). This is a very dark oneshot that I’m proud of, cause it ‘explains’ canon Sasuke personality in Shinden and later, and that I use as prequel for many fics, like WHW but also OFAF and Broken Things (see later for both).

Things never went as Sasuke wanted. After the war it's no different, although everything seems fine at first, Team 7 finally at peace with each other, the war ended and the village that Itachi protected, even as a dead man, safe. Nevertheless he is arrested when he's still in the hospital.

9- VICTIMS OF PEACE (Shisui/Sasuke dom/sub-ish) I am so proud of this fic, of its non massacre universe, of the dark-ish slow burn relationship between Shisui and Sasuke I wrote, tentatively at first cause no one did it or thought much about it, and because that non massacre filler was bad, but still it was inspiration. I know shiita fans hated me even more for this cause shisui is only paired with itachi, and also itachi/itasasu fans were disappointed but still. This is maybe the fic I’m most proud of.

If a traveler arrived from a random village in the Fire Country he would certainly notice how different Konoha was. He would not be able to pinpoint exactly why at first, because the buildings, houses and shops are similar, just like their gardens, fields and animals. Only after some thought he would understand that the difference is in their people: other villagers are relaxed and casual, even loud. Children run around the streets, chasing each other, playing tag or hide-and-seek. Their fathers bring them presents and their mothers buy them new clothes.

10- OF FEATHERS AND FANGS (DARK Narusasu) I received a lot of hate for this one, which makes me proud of it even more. so many naruto stans were butthurt by my characterization of him as a possessive not sunshine selfless boy and their dynamics as crazy.

Jiraiya used to complain that the first sign of getting old was waking up at night for no reason and not being able to fall back asleep. For Naruto, this only happened after the war.

11- BLACK ROSES (Itasasu, dom/sub-ish) Smutty Bloody Darky Hokage Itachi/Anbu Sasuke oneshot

Because of his farsighted politics, his loyalty towards his allies as well as his iron fist against his enemies, Itachi quickly became one of the most respected leaders in the shinobi world, and because of his unequaled diplomatic skills, along with his vast culture, impeccable manners and refined appearance, he became popular among nobles, including the Daimyo, whose official visits increased since the Uchiha rose to power.

12- NELL’IPOTESI GRANDE (=IN THE BIG HYPOTHESIS) (MetaMoro, not Naruto) I’m very proud of this one cause it’s a psycho-pass inspired longfic set in a retrofuturistic Italy with a totalitarian consumeristic regime. But that fandom is so shitty and they all hate me cause I called them homophobic fascists so no one cares. The excerpt is translated too.

He’s reminded of Pirandello’s* words as he’s riding the automatic taxi across the city, exiting the center towards EUR. COmpared to Milan with its skyscrapers, multilevel streets, automatic cars and incessant novelties, the capital is basically the same as it was portrayed in old illustrations: renaissance and 20th century buildings, seagulls, pines among the Roman ruins, sycamore trees on the Lungotevere, that was probably already busy with traffic when people travelled on horse carriages. (*an Italian writer)

13- DA UOMO A UOMO, MANO NELLA MANO (from man to man, hand in hand) (Metamoro) lol I was hated a lot for this one too. tbh the hate I received in the Naruto fandom is nothing compared to this other shitty fandom

For an artist like Fabrizio, mainly focused on expressing what he has inside, public relations are the hardest part of his job, especially when it’s about events where, instead of fans, of whom he perceives the sincere affection, other artists and professionals are invited. His experience taught him that most of them are hypocrites ready to jump on the winner’s bandwagon as quickly as to throw mud at the loser.

14- STRENGTH THROUGH WOUNDING (wip) (Obito/Sasuke, Obito/Itachi, dark.-ish)

There is something nostalgic in the eerie way the boy's screams resonate through the dark cavern-like hideout, their pain bouncing from one curved wall to another, their anguish filling their crevices. It’s like hearing his past self from an external perspective, like Madara did. Which is fitting, for Obito is Madara now.

15- WORDS UNSAID (wip) (Kakashi/Sasuke)

A black flame that cannot be extinguished: they had been warned about Amaterasu by Jiraiya, but seeing it was impressive nevertheless. The whole area was surrounded by black flames and the rain pouring hard could nothing against it. They found Sasuke there, surrounded, imprisoned by black flames that were extinguishing themselves, so they found a breach.

16- BLEEDING ME (Metamoro vampire/priest darkfic) No one can understand this in the Naruto fandom but it’s an AU interpretation of the Da UOMO A UOMO character dynamics where one is an emotional vampire-like person. I’m very proud of this fic tbh.

According to folk stories the forest was so big and full of dangers that God himself put a church where it ended, so that its priest would protect the people living nearby. It was a small, white building that didn’t match the typical stones and wood brownish ones of that region, with no stained glass windows or fancy columns, spires or gargoyles, only crosses with skulls and bones, and an engraving in an unknown language.

17- WILD CHILD (Metamoro cop/drug dealer AU). At this point I hate that fandom so much but I like my ideas and I write only for my girl whom I met in that very shitty fandom.

Everything seems bigger in children’s eyes. Like the playground in the courtyard of the church, with its slides and swings that for Ermal’s siblings were the setting of countless imaginary adventures which they told him in detail, enthusiastically interrupting each other, when he picked them up after school.

18- TRUE COLORS (Itasasu, dark, dom/sub) By now I’m only interested in writing dark IS and I enjoyed writing this one lol

"I knew you had it in you. You're a sadistic control freak. Even more than me." Orochimaru's voice resounded in Itachi's ears. Again.

19- OF FEATHERS AND FANGS 2: TO REPAIR WITH GOLD (Dark Narusasu). Cause I didn’t piss off NS fans enough I guess? lol this is ongoing and I like this idea so much

It's a rainy day in Konoha but no one seems to notice. Everyone is focused on the Hokage delivering his eulogy.

20- BROKEN THINGS (Shisui/Sasuke) My latest creation, I’m so proud of it cause it’s Shisasu again, my rarepair! and it was supposed to be a oneshot but it got longer because they have such a cool dynamic that things just happen and get longer.

In the Land of Water summers were hot and damp, autumn and spring were damp for the frequent rains and winter was no less, with its cold temperature and ubiquitous dampness. It wasn't a problem for Sasuke though.

Tagging: @renamon15 and all the other authors I can’t remember right now and who want to do this, tag me back so I can read your first lines lol

#I'm not reading nar fics so xD #I'm actually back into reading my old favourite bleach fics cause I used to be into bleach so much before naruto #ask meme/tag game #my writing #fics & art recs #lol for some reason the pressure first line seems funny out of context

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that-shamrock-vibe · 4 years ago

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Movie Review: Wonder Woman 1984 (Spoilers)

Spoiler Warning: I haven’t been able to see this movie when it came out here in the U.K, so had to wait until a couple of days after Christmas to both watch and review it. If you haven’t seen this movie by the last week of the year and want to avoid spoilers go and watch it before reading on.

General Reaction:

I have finally seen Wonder Woman 1984, the first new superhero movie I have seen in 2020 outside of The New Mutants and my god it has been a trial to be able to watch this.

Being from the U.K, which was surprisingly a factor with one minor part of this movie, we over here usually get the big blockbusters particularly of the comic-book variety before or on the same day as the U.S. However, thanks to this fakakta pandemic and the new world order that movie studios and theatres find themselves in during 2020, I have been reduced to watching a blockbuster movie for the first time initially on my laptop rather than on the big screen as movies like this should be brought out first as.

I am fully aware that this is a global pandemic and that watching movies in the cinema pales in significance to what needs to be done to combat and eventually defeat this crisis, but being from an area where all cinemas are closed I’m out on a limb basically.

I won’t turn this part of the review into a COVID rant because frankly I am sick of talking about it but I do feel COVID will be a factor with the performance of these upcoming movies.

That being said, the second real world rant factor I have for this is WW1984 I feel has suffered due to constant schedule shifting and I feel a fairly uneven advertising campaign.

I went into this movie not thinking I was going to see the villains the way they are in the trailers or the comics and honestly it does seem that Cheetah and Max Lord, who are both credited Wonder Woman villains, have their roles reversed and the one who you think is going to be the biggest threat pretty much becomes a henchman and the one mainstream fans may not know a lot about is surprisingly the big threat but you’re also meant to feel sympathetic for both of them to a degree.

It seems a complete 180 spin from the first Wonder Woman movie which was a very grounded and gritty WW1 story to now be in the zany 80s...which as a decade has aspects of being zany yes but the way in which this movie plays out genuinely made me think of Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man movies...but the best of them rather than Emo Peter.

There are so many plot points in this movie that more or less spawn from the main McGuffin of the movie which is the Dream Stone allowing people to make wishes but grants them with a sacrifice. The movie has several sub-plots that are the repercussions of the wishes that everyone makes and individually all of these sub-plots are very interesting...it’s when you then try to tie them all together for the big climactic battle that is when you get a bit of a mess,

Also, there is hardly any action in this movie and as both a Wonder Woman movie and a superhero movie in general, I am longing for some action sequences this year and the fact there are almost no good v evil fights would be disappointing, if not for the fact I understand where Patty Jenkins and the writers are trying to accomplish with this movie in comparison to the first movie.

I am not a massive Wonder Woman fan, I know the basics of Diana, the two Wonder Girls, Cheetah and Max Lord enough to understand what is going on. But the one thing that has always drawn me to her is that she is a hero with two distinct sides.

Firstly there’s the warrior that most mainstream fans would be aware of which is more played up in the first movie, but then there’s also the diplomat and the ambassador who attempts to always get across her message of peace which is more played up here.

If I think about it from that perspective, I can forgive the lack of action.

That being said, there is still a jumble of plot points that once you do untangle them all lead to the same conclusion, but there are too many ideas in 2h30 to make the movie coherent.

That’s the main negatives out of the way, the positives somewhat outweigh the negatives, let it be known I did enjoy this movie and there are some brilliant moments and sequences, but a lot of scenes aren’t developed enough or some aspects seem to be kept on the backburner maybe for a sequel.

Characters:

Diana:

We have to start with Wonder Woman herself, but as I mentioned before I am calling her Diana rather than Wonder Woman in my subheading because there wasn’t a lot of Wonder Woman action in this movie. If you’ve seen the trailers you’ve seen pretty much everything.

Going back to that first action piece when we are reintroduced to Wonder Woman at the shopping mall, I do understand why she’s doing what she’s doing by acting as a vigilante rather than a public superhero and not using violence does keep in step with where we first met her in Batman v. Superman during present day where she claims not to be about fighting or saving mankind anymore and to be honest here she does keep with that. She’s given up her Godkiller sword and shield but still makes full use of her lasso of truth along with her bracelets of submission and Aunt Antiope’s Tiara in a defensive manner but never to outwardly cause harm.

But yes, this entire sequence could easily substitute Wonder Woman with Spider-Man and her lasso and tiara with his web-shooters and feel like the good parts of Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man movies. It’s just borderline corny and somewhat cartoonish particularly when she’s saving the two young girls by either dropping them on a rocking horse or spinning them into giant teddy bears.

Also there’s that Cairo highway chase scene which sees Steve and Diana chasing after Max Lord who has just achieved his goal of claiming an army. I both like and dislike this scene. I like the scene for showing the starting effects of Diana’s power loss which is later explained to be the cause of Barbara’s wish to be like her which means she is syphoning Diana’s power.

On the flip-side, I really don’t like the overall action in this scene. Firstly, she seemingly has her armour on underneath her clothes because as she’s getting out the car she has her clothes on one minute and her armour in the next shot with no spinning involved.

Secondly, she gets out the car and starts running almost instantly while the car is still moving...I get she’s a demigoddess and therefore normal laws of motion may not apply to her but there’s no dodgy transition or stumbling or anything, she just starts running...Baywatch style to a remix of her theme which is brilliant but because of her losing her powers she is somewhat weakened and therefore you see her bleed. The whole scene just seems rather sloppy.

Regardless of the somewhat lacklustre action of the movie, Wonder Woman 1984 excels in presenting a different form of battling with words rather than weapons. Diana’s message of hope and love at the end of the movie may be a complete switch around from how she was all for being the god-killer in the first movie where Ares was involved, but it’s definitely a good message and, particularly in these times, a needed message.

Sometimes love and hope is enough, Diana does try and see the best in everyone and cannot understand or comprehend evil unless there is no other option. Ares was the God of War and as such a personification of hate and therefore evil. Max was simply corrupted and misguided and Diana could see that, just as Barbara was.

All of this is sold in Gal Gadot’s performance. You can tell from the start Diana is doing what she’s doing because she feels it is what’s right, but particularly when Steve comes back and the ultimatum is either saving the world or keeping him she is definitely torn at one point. Steve is the only thing she has ever wished for herself other than becoming a warrior and protector so why shouldn’t she be rewarded for her decades of servitude?

Also, much like every movie she appears in, Gal Gadot looks stunning throughout this movie. Not just in her Wonder Woman and Golden Armor but also in her Diana persona, she wears what appears to be a boiler suit at one point in this movie and still looks like it could be modelled on a runway. I know Gal is/was a model but she is never defined by that. When she’s acting she’s an actress first and a model second and the clothes never wear her.

My favourite look of hers which I now have in Funko form is her gala dress because not only does it honour her Amazon roots but it just looks stunning.

Her Wonder Woman armour here is made somewhat more cheesecaky than her other versions and it does make Diana look somewhat like Wonder Woman barbie but because of the vibrant 80s setting this movie is in and particularly with who else shows up in the movie offering a great parallel to it, it actually won me over. If this is how Wonder Woman looks as a diplomat I’ll allow it.

I really do enjoy the parallels between the DCEU’s Diana Prince and Bruce Wayne in terms of the detective/vigilante combination. Because there was little fighting here, Diana was allowed to be the detective more, travelling to different places tracking down Max Lord and figuring out that the Dream Stone is the cause of Steve returning from the dead.

However, while they may be pushing Diana and Bruce together in the present day, Diana’s true love is Steve Trevor and the two do have a fantastic blend of a working and romantic partnership on par, for me, with Ant-Man and the Wasp from the comics.

Outside of Steve though, Diana definitely has no love-loss for other men until the end of this movie. She sees right through Max Lord’s childish bravado at the start of the movie, she’s quick to repel any letchy guy throughout this movie, and it isn’t until Steve effectively gives her permission to move on at the end that she does...albeit seemingly with the man whose body Steve took over which seems a little backwards to me but I’ll allow it.

Wonder Woman also gets some fancy new upgrades in this movie. Not only do we have more functions of the Lasso of Truth with showing memories and broadcasting a voice, but also Diana gets her invisible jet through the means of a new power being able to make things invisible which she says is inherited from her father (Zeus) who used the power to hide Themyscira from the world.

The jet is a great precursor to what comes later because while flying in the jet, Diana talks about her longing to be able to fly which we all know as fans that she can do in pretty much every other incarnation yet all we’ve seen her do in the DCEU is leap long distances.

So the payoff when she actually flies after letting go of Steve finally was fantastic, honestly a fist-pumped the air and startled my dog because I got that excited. I do love how she still uses her lasso to propel herself and swing from lightning because it’s kind of like training wheels but seeing her fly at the very end unaided was everything.

I can’t decide how I feel about the ending, I do love how Diana saved the day in terms of using words over weapons, but it’s the fact she is pretty much looking directly at the camera while giving this big hope and love speech implying that she is talking to us as an audience as well as the world within the movie. It just seems very much a #BeKind movement which, again, is an important message particularly in today’s climate. But why does this need to be in a superhero movie?

Gal Gadot continues to be rather funny in the role as well. As with the first movie though, her humour is never really in jokes or in her actions but rather in serious dry whit. This kind of humour is right up my street. From her rejection of Max’s offer to buy her a TV to teaching Steve about the advancements in the 1980s from his time it was all rather well handled.

Diana simply continues to be a very warm and welcoming hero and Gal Gadot radiates these traits effortlessly. You feel bad whenever she feels bad, you want to cry whenever she cries, you get angry whenever she gets angry and you smile whenever she smiles. Gal Gadot continues to be as perfect in the role of Wonder Woman as Johnny Depp is for Jack Sparrow and Rosario Dawson is Ahsoka Tano.

Max Lord:

Okay so this is where things get complex because, to the best of my knowledge, this version of Max Lord is not the same as the one from the comics or any other media I’ve seen...I genuinely actually think they say Lord isn’t even his actual surname in this movie.

Alright, so this is where I’m slightly conflicted on this character. Maxwell Lord from the comics and Smallville where I first became aware of the character is a meta with the ability to control minds.

Becoming the Dream Stone doesn’t really give him the same power as effectively it makes him a genie but the power of the dream stone being equivalent to that of the Monkey’s Paw which grants wishes with consequences I guess is of similar elk.

Also, it’s not stated but shown that Max has some sort of degenerative condition before obtaining the stone but using the power of the stone seemingly sped up the condition because by the third act of the movie he looked like a shell of a man.

Obviously he knew of this which is why he wanted to utilize the stone’s power to a mass audience in order to grant their wishes and in return syphon their health and wealth but this is why I say that neither he nor Barbara were true villains because they were corrupted by the power the stone gave them.

I have a very weird stance of sympathetic villains, Cheetah is supposed to be a sympathetic villain to a degree but I’ve never really seen Max as such. In Smallville he is pretty much a henchman or underling whereas in Supergirl he was somewhat an anti-hero towards the end but mainly a villain.

I get the movie’s message of “Nothing good comes from hate” is in reference to the stone which was made by a trickster god and as such is inherently corrupt which makes its users also corrupt but not evil. But considering I originally didn’t think Max would be the main antagonist of the movie, when it was revealed he was I wanted to see some evil for evil’s sake behaviour rather than power corrupts twice over.

Also, in relation to his wishing power, the scene in which he tries to go through numerous clients to regain his health does play off a lot like Lucifer luring out people’s greatest desires.

Speaking of the wishes, two aspects of this I want to highlight. Firstly, when he reaches out to the world and grants everyone’s wishes, that one wish the diner lady utters about wanting the Irish to go back to where they come from...as someone of Irish heritage this is that wish I mentioned being from the U.K. was a surprising factor in for me...despite my Irish heritage being of Republic blood rather than Northern.

Secondly, I have now seen this movie twice and I do not know the reason for the weird satellite light that Max was in during the climax. I mean everything was basically going to hell and Max receiving the energy of the wishes and granting the wishes was basically giving him this protective funnel which Wonder Woman couldn’t penetrate, but was the light from the satellites and why did he need the satellites other to broadcast himself which he’s clearly already doing so what’s going on? I may not be making much sense but I genuinely don’t know what was going on at that point.

Pedro Pascal was still very good in this role, he comes across a lot better in the actual movie than he does in the trailers because the shots we see of him in the trailers I genuinely thought he was wearing a hairpiece, and he still might be but it looks more natural throughout the movie.

I know Pascal to be a rather funny individual in interviews and behind the scenes of other projects, but I’ve never seen him actually be funny in character...again I’m not sure how I feel about a comedic villain, but between this role and his role as Agent Whisky in Kingsman: The Golden Circle, he has the makings of a great villain actor.

There were times when Pascal played the character like Steve Carrell voice’s Gru in Despicable Me which again plays into the comedic villain angle but overall I felt his motives were clear and the way in which he went about achieving his goals was bold, ballsy and well executed.

I get why they added a son for Max in this movie and I am glad they stuck with the fact Pedro Pascal is Latino despite I don’t believe the character originally is but it added some diversity to the movie along with Gal Gadot’s Israeli accent. But yeah the point of the son was to personify what Max sacrificed in exchange for his wish because all he wants deep down is to be a success in his son’s eyes and feels this is how to go about it, but when it’s the choice between his son’s safety over the completion of his dynastic plan, similarly to Diana choosing to give up what she wants (Steve) for the greater good, he chooses his son.

Also I will say this. When Alastair tells Max that he already loves him because he’s his dad and strokes his face...Had I actually seen this movie when it came out in the U.K. it would have been two days before the finalé of The Mandalorian Season 2. But because I saw that finalé first and the very emotional scene between Din and Grogu...to see that pretty much replicated here felt slightly lacklustre.

Max doesn’t die at the end, no one dies in this entire movie (technically) so there is room for him to return unless they do another time jump. I’m not sure why he would return unless he goes full villain for villainy sake rather than corruption but I am actually happy he survived.

Having said that, one of Wonder Woman’s most famous moments from the comics is snapping the neck of Maxwell Lord. This could have easily been the climax of the movie but I feel thanks to Man of Steel giving this plot point to Superman when he snapped Zod’s neck, despite chronologically this coming first it would lose it’s momentum,

Cheetah:

I will admit I was not as disappointed with Barbara as I thought I would be going into this movie.

Having said that, I’m going to start with the negatives before talking about the positives of the character.

Firstly, both Barbara and later Cheetah are redheads, Kristen Wiig is naturally not but for the role of the character she could have easily worn a wig or died her hair for the role because not only is Barbara being portrayed as the ditzy blonde at the start of the movie a little redundant at this point, when she became Cheetah it did not look right with her as a blonde.

Now let’s talk about the actual Cheetah look. We’ve seen that one shot of her in the DC Fandome trailer but it was so dark and so quick that there was practically nothing to analyse, seeing her appear in the final 30 minutes of this movie...which is how long she actually appears as Cheetah...it’s both a lot to take in but also a lot to be disappointed in.

So Barbara’s turning point to villainy I feel isn’t when she beats up that man who attempted to assault her, but instead when she fears Diana and Steve are talking about killing Max to save the world because he absorbed the stone and the stone needs to be destroyed to save the world from carnage.

At this point she appears at the White House just as Diana has Max captive, dressed in this admittedly trendy Cheetah-print attire, incapacitates or possibly kills the White House security team and gives both Wonder Woman and Steve a whooping.

Firstly, the very fact there was no mention of the fact Barbara could tell Diana Prince and Wonder Woman were the same person just shows how daft the secret identities of some of these DC Heroes is.

But secondly, when Max retreats, Barbara hitches a ride with him and gets another wish for saving his life. Rather than wishing to be like Diana this time, she wishes to become an Apex Predator and is therefore granted the anger and vengeance of all the people Max grants wishes to via satellite.

This combination somehow turns her into a Cheetah as when we next see her she is Cheetah...a very badly CG’d undeveloped version of Cheetah but this is our Cheetah.

My version of Cheetah is from Injustice 2 and I know a bit of her backstory in the comics enough to know she was an archaeologist who was cursed to become the Cheetah and how in the DC Rebirth Wonder Woman, Barbara and Diana were friends but then when she became Cheetah, she felt betrayed by Diana and became her enemy that way.

That’s kind of similar here but it’s not a Cheetah curse that made her Cheetah, it’s a wish and a very literal interpretation of the wish “I want to become an Apex predator”...what’s an apex predator? A cheetah, get it?

Also as Cheetah, she just looks like Barbara styled her hair different and bought a Cheetah onesie. I wish she had gone full cheetah with the face, instead we get some very weird make-up which seems to wash off when they land in the water and some weird contouring or something to give Kristen Wiig a different nose...they could have continued the Cheetah fur on the face, given her cat-eyes, bigger fangs, something!

Again, Barbara’s villainy stems from power corruption, Barbara’s first wish was wanting to be like Diana and because of this got her powers so went a little bit power mad when she discovered she had super strength and speed.

Interestingly though, despite being electrocuted, Barbara does survive and when all the wishes are renounced she reverts back to a human...or does she?

Keep in mind that we never see Barbara take back her wish, in fact she is quite adamant in not doing that which leads Diana to making the hard call. The fact is it was by Max’s hand that Barbara finally became Cheetah so when he took back the wish of becoming the Dream Stone, that wish was rescinded…but Barbara’s original wish of becoming like Diana and thus gaining the powers of an Amazon demigoddess actually might still be in tact.

It’s implied that she is still pissed at Diana even after reverting back to human, so I do see her returning more than I do Max Lord but in her return I hope there’s a Cheetah redemption.

Steve Trevor:

I am really starting to be won around by Chris Pine as an actor. Originally in my list of “Hollywood Chris’” he was at the bottom because he isn’t Marvel, but now I think I actually would put him ahead of Pratt. Not only do I love him in this role here but also Rise of the Guardians which I’ve re-watched over the holidays.

So when it was announced that Pine would return as Steve Trevor in a movie set decades after the first movie which he died in, I like a lot of fans were curious as to how they were going to accomplish this. I mean we’re dealing with the DC variation of Greek Mythology and so I thought maybe Hades could be a factor, but then when the MacGuffin known officially I think as a Dream Stone became a factor with the trailers, the idea of him being resurrected as a wish by Diana was speculated which was kind of true but there was a catch in that he only came back to Diana but taking over another man’s body.

The movie I think beautifully brings Diana’s childhood lesson taught to her by Aunt Antiope about cheating full circle with the wish she makes to see Steve again. In her defence, Diana did not know what she was doing or that she was actually wishing on a wishing stone, but when she realises the impact that this seemingly innocent wish is having on the world, ultimately she has to wake up to the fact that this is a cheat because Steve is dead but Diana has brought him back in another man’s body...without his consent. Again, NOT DIANA’S FAULT, but she is pseudo-responsible and so can’t win because she cheated. This is a plot point I wish they had developed further or highlighted more because, having seen it twice now in the past 24 hours, that is probably my favourite message of the movie. Cheaters never prosper, not even Wonder Woman or Cheetah.

Steve being introduced to the 1980s was a great chance to reverse the fish out of water story Diana had in the first movie but while hers was one of both wonder and humour, Steve’s was mostly wonder and it was so endearing to see.

I loved how we didn’t take too long on Steve exploring the 80s, I liked how organically it was woven into the ongoing story. We did get that great small touring scene of Diana showing Steve the art and the breakdancing, but that he discovered pop tarts and his wonder in wanting to fly that jet rather than simply get on a plane to travel to Cairo, it was all very well done and that’s mostly on Chris Pine.

I did find the body-snatching a little bit creepy at first and at the very end. We didn’t meet the guy that Steve inhabited (for want of a better word) so I don’t feel strongly positively or negatively about him because we don’t know him, but when we meet him at the end when we somehow flashforward from July to Christmas, I did feel weird that not only did it seem that he and Diana were interested in each other but also the fact it wasn’t even mentioned that he couldn’t remember the time that Steve was in his body.

As I said before when talking about Diana, the blend of the romantic/working relationship between Diana and Steve is (sorry) #relationshipgoals for superhero couplings. I am aware that Steve Trevor isn’t a superhero but neither is Lois Lane but both civilian halves of these superhero couples are very potent in the comics and I have never understood this particular relationship until now.

Steve is as strong a part of the duo as Wonder Woman is because while he doesn’t have her Amazon physiology, he has that core inner strength that he had in the last movie which is why he sacrificed himself originally...now yes he pretty much did the exact same thing here but this was after he was pretty much carrying Diana through that D.C. street and seeing all the chaos that these wishes were causing...genuine anarchy....that Steve knew the only way Diana could regain her strength and save the world was for her to let go of him.

It was the most emotional scene of the movie for me and the only scene to almost make me cry. after crying at the Mandalorian finalé I am not crying at another show or film for a while but still, because not only could you tell both of them didn’t want this to happen but also as Diana pulls herself away from Steve not looking at her as the camera pans away from him you just hear his voice saying “I will always love you Diana, no matter where I am”. There’s never been a more potent portrayal of a superhero couple in my opinion in the movies. Tony and Pepper came close in Avengers: Endgame but this tops it for me.

Do I see Steve returning again? Yes, because I feel when you’re dealing with a property about gods and magic there is always potentiality for anything. I mean this movie is the definition of potentiality for anything because I think if it does succeed then they get away with a lot that other properties wouldn’t, but anyway yes I want Chris Pine to return to this role because I love him in it.

Amazons:

This is another scenario where the advertising lets the audience make up what is in store for us with announcements because announcing that Robin Wright is returning as Antiope after dying at the start of the last movie does raise suspicion.

The obvious solutions were resurrection, vision or flashback and for the majority of Amazon scenes save for one it was all flashbacks which I’m not going to grumble at because I enjoyed that opening scene.

I like how Themyscira basically has their own version of Ninja Warrior and that this scene was most likely set chronologically after Antiope agreed to train her. Which begs the question why her mother was so okay with it considering even as an adult Hippolyta has issues with Diana becoming a warrior but her contribution was so short I let that slide.

I’ve already mentioned how Antiope’s lesson of cheater’s never prosper was utilized so well in this movie but, similarly to Chris Pine, I just love any reason to bring back Robin Wright.

Aside from Hippolyta and Antiope though there was a third minor Amazon focused on in a couple of scenes in this movie, that is the ancient Amazon warrior Asteria.

Asteria was mentioned a couple of times, firstly by Hippolyta in reference to her statue as someone to strive to become and then by Diana to Steve when discussing the origins of her Golden Armor. During this discussion we see a flashback of Asteria in a crouched position being whaled on by Neanderthals protecting the Amazons as they retreated to Themyscira. We only see her eyes and at this point in the movie I thought Asteria was a throwaway character and so Connie Nielson was doing double-time as Hippolyta and Asteria.

However, this proves to be untrue as in the only post-credits scene we get we see Asteria walking down seemingly the same street we left Diana on in Washington, though they never clarify where it is. Furthermore we originally only see the back of her and she is dressed a lot like Diana with the same hair and clothing style. She even effortlessly stops a pillar or lamppost from crashing down.

But it isn’t Diana, at least not the one Gal Gadot is portraying...as it is revealed to be Asteria portrayed by Lynda Carter in a fabulous short, sweet and somewhat cheeky sequence where she states “I’ve been doing this for a long time” with a cheeky wink directly to the camera. I mean she basically echoes lines Diana says in the movie, but the fact it’s OG Wonder Woman and knowing we’re also getting Michael Keaton returning as Batman in the upcoming Flashpoint movie, it’s all just brilliant.

Obviously for fans of the Supergirl series, Lynda Carter had a recurring role on that as Earth-38′s President of the United States who was an alien and I have also seen her in Sky High, but looking at her here she just looks flawless.

Does this mean we’re going to see Asteria in Wonder Woman 3? I can’t wait to find out.

DCEU:

Speaking of the larger DCEU, this movie does absolutely nothing to connect itself to any other DC movie or property. We’re in 1984...Bruce Wayne is 12 so at this point has lost his parents, the original Black Canary is potentially crime-fighting, it’s the year Lex Luthor is born, Clark Kent is living in Smallville, Amanda Waller would just be starting out in the career that would see her become director of ARGUS. There are so many possibilities particularly as we haven’t had a movie set in the 80s within the DCEU before.

This is where DC continues to flounder where Marvel succeeds. They do not grab the opportunities for a cinematic universe expansion and instead keep everything contained. I don’t even think the events of Wonder Woman were mentioned outside of Steve’s death.

Particularly as we now have to wait until August for The Suicide Squad as the next DC movie (outside of the Snyder Cut), it would have been nice either if there would have been a tease to lead into that or even if something in this movie links to the Snyder Cut of Justice League.

Overall I rate this movie a 7/10, it’s a very enjoyable movie if you manage to follow all the threads the plot weaves into this movie, because they’re not seamless.

I’ve actually paid attention to the box office, reviews and CinemaScore for these movies since Birds of Prey and I have to say for being a focussed Wonder Woman movie it is underperforming from the first one with a B+ here as opposed to an A there, but considering Diana’s first outing was in Batman v Superman with a B score, I think the fact both Justice League and this have a B+ bodes well as it averages out with middle of the pack superhero movies, and that’s a good way to describe this movie.

It’s not better than the original, and there are many tangles within it, but it’s not a terrible movie. Again I’ve seen it twice in the last 24 hours and neither time got old for me.

So that’s my review of Wonder Woman 1984, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more DC Movie Reviews as well as other Movie Reviews and posts.

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spacebatisluvd · 4 years ago

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I wrote a sequel to “Autonomic Responses”, and it looks like it’s going to be an on-going series. Eventually, there’s probably going to be some actual smut, which I will not be posting here because this blog is (by and large) safe for work.

If it was just going to be a straight smut fic, I probably wouldn’t have mentioned it here at all, but as it is, it looks like nonsexual intimacy is going to be a huge element of the fic, as well as Entrapta trying to give her spacebat nice things even if he drags his feet the whole time. Okay, with that out of the way:

Summary: Entrapta provides a more compelling reason for her study.

Content warning: Light nudity. Self-esteem issues. Very mild bondage and dom/sub undertones. Chemical castration (that sounds super dark, but it’s a choice; it’s not being forced on anyone).

Hordak glanced over his shoulder at Kadroh and Entrapta. He was not jealous. At all. That was a useless emotion and he was above it.

He was just...irritated. He was trying to work, and Kadroh had come bounding in, shouting and giggling. Now, he was pulling off his shirt —Hordak was not jealous of the unblemished expanse of deep cobalt skin or his perfect physique, untouched by illness—and babbling in excitement as he modeled the various clothing items he’d picked up at the market. Entrapta oohed and awed over everything, admiring him as he preened and posed for her.

Hordak’s ears pressed flat, and he pretended to be preoccupied by his plans for rebuilding Salineas, but he’d read the same sentence at least three times without the slightest comprehension. He needed to leave them to themselves, if he wanted to make any progress, yet he remained, slowly growing more and more irritated with himself. They were entitled to their fun, and he should let them enjoy themselves without hovering.

Just as he finally convinced himself to leave and let them be happy without him around to spoil things, Kadroh finished his mock fashion show and bounded back out of the room, off to bother the chefs for tiny snacks. Hordak shook his head, his ears relaxing a little. Finally! Maybe now he could get some work done.

Except....

Entrapta now turned her attention on him. She was standing on her hair behind him, leaning close. He turned to look at her, feeling her breath on his ear. “Hordak, maybe we should go shopping for you sometime.”

“I have an adequate amount of clothing.” Shortly after arriving in Dryl, he’d commissioned a few dresses for himself. The cut was essentially the same as his old uniform, but now he bore Dryl’s sigil on his chest rather than the Horde sigil.

“Okay, but....” She pursed her mouth, trying to decide how best to explain. “Do these clothes make you feel good about yourself? Do you enjoy wearing them?”

He set down the tablet, lowering his ears as he looked at her. Mostly because he was confused. “They fulfill their purpose.”

She gave him a look he was coming to recognize—she was plotting something. He tensed a little. Entrapta seemed intent on subjecting him to new things and new experiences, insisting that they find things that he ‘enjoyed’.

For reasons unknown to him, she seemed to be collecting this information so that she could use it on him. He wasn’t complaining—it was nice when she brought him a mug of cocoa in the morning, or when she asked her chefs to prepare the little fruit tarts that he and Kadroh enjoyed so much. He trusted her implicitly, but he still found the experiences unnerving. More so because he couldn’t quite understand why she was so intent on collecting this information. He was already happier than he’d ever been, just being with her in Dryl. Wanting anything more seemed absurd. Unreasonable.

Kadroh, perhaps, deserved to be treated to such things, but Hordak?

Whatever he thought he deserved, though, he could tell by the look in her eye that they’d be going shopping soon, despite the feeble protests he might raise. She didn’t say anything about it, though, likely intent on planning more fully before submitting him to her plot. “Okay! As long as you’re comfortable,” she said casually.

He was not fooled. “I am. Comfortable. Very comfortable.”

Her smile was brilliant. “I’m glad! What are you working on?”

He released the breath he’d been holding. This was more familiar territory. He was more sure of himself, more confident. Turning back to the desk, he pressed his fingers to the surface, manipulating the screen so an enlarged view of the blueprints was visible. “Rebuilding Salineas. I was thinking about installing a desalination plant here.” He pointed and spread his fingers to focus on it. “With that and an irrigation system—“

“The inland villages wouldn’t be as susceptible to drought.”

“Exactly.”

“And with the tides....”

He nodded, a smug smile tugging at his mouth. “Yes; I believe we should be able to use that to generate energy. An electrical grid could revolutionize their way of life.” He lost his smug expression, leaning forward. His ears drew down and he folded his hands in front of him. “Of course, Mermista is skeptical of my intentions. Or my abilities. I’m not entirely sure which.”

She was very close now, nearly leaning on him so she could look over his shoulder. “She’ll come around. You just have to prove yourself to her.”

“Hmph. They tell me to make up for my wrongdoings by rebuilding what I helped destroy. Yet before I do, I must prove myself trustworthy. But in order to do that, I must help them rebuild. Their logic gives me a headache.”

“Yeah, I know.” She reached up to run her fingers through his hair. It seemed like an absent-minded gesture, but his whole being fixated on the feeling. “I had to prove myself when I rejoined the alliance too. It was hard, at first.” He shut his eyes, trying to pay attention to her words, but it was hard with her hand in his hair, scritching lightly at his scalp. “But they’re really nice once you get to know them.”

His ears started to droop, and he definitely wasn’t thinking about Salineas or the princess alliance anymore. His heart rate slowed and he allowed Entrapta to lift his chin. I t was only when he opened his eyes to see her studying him through her welding mask that he started to come back to himself. “Hmmm. Your hair isn’t cresting. Am I doing this right?”

He shook his head, trying to shrug off his strange placidity. “Are you experimenting on me again?”

“Maybe.” She lifted the mask. “Is that okay?”

“I am surprised you’d find me interesting enough to experiment with.”

“Hordak, you’re an alien! A bionic alien! Why wouldn’t I be interested?”

He glanced at the door. “Kadroh would be a better subject. He doesn’t have my defects. He would provide you with more accurate information on my species. Any data you collect from me would be flawed.”

“But you’re my lab partner! I don’t want to experiment like this with anyone else. Just you.”

He blinked, ears twitching. “I...see.”

“Do you?” He hesitated, not sure how to answer that. Her hands cupped his face, holding him steady as she looked down at him. His head was still tilted back, and she stood behind him, her features upside-down in his view. “Hordak, have you thought about continuing our exploration of your autonomic responses to tactile stimulation?”

He swallowed, and a rope of her hair curled loosely around his throat. Not a threat. Never that. But it made him more conscious of his pulse-points, his rising heartbeat. “I have. But.” Having her so close was suddenly overwhelming. He pushed the rope of hair away and stood, walking toward the window so he could at least pretend to look outside. He clasped his hands behind his back, legs flexing as he tried not to rock on his toes. “I synthesized the hormone cocktail that Prime used to keep his clones from becoming...distracted. I’ve been taking it.” One hand clenched tight around his other wrist.

“Oh! Is that why your hair isn’t reacting?”

He glanced over his shoulder, looking her over. Her gaze was intent, but her hair was wrapped around anything close at hand—the chair, the table leg, her own arms. She was holding herself back to give him the space he needed. Something inside him unclenched, and he turned from the window to face her fully. “Indeed. So I’m not sure that any further experiments would provide you with any useful data. As I said, Kadroh would be a much better subject for you.”

Her hair tightened. “Can I show you something?”

He cocked his head. “I’m not sure why you feel the need to ask. I am always interested in whatever—“ One rope of hair wrapped around his wrist and tugged him from the room. She was not quite running, but her pace was urgent and he had to walk briskly to keep up. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.”

With that, she pulled open a door and pushed him inside, shutting it behind her. A thread of hair locked the door as she walked past him, hopping on one foot as she tried to take her work boots off. Before he could offer assistance, she lifted herself on her hair and curled her legs up to her hands so she could get her boots off. She tossed them aside, swiftly followed by her socks. Only when she unclasped her overalls did he start to become alarmed. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you my defects.”

The top of her overalls fell to her waist and she immediately started to shimmy out of them. He watched for a moment, baffled. “You do not have—“

“Hordak, I’m not perfect. Neither are you. Neither is Kadroh or anyone else. And it’s okay!” She dropped her overalls and tugged off her shirt as her hair deposited her safely on the ground. “Look—“ She stood before him in her underwear, arms and legs star-fished to showcase her whole body. “I am short.”

“Your stature is—“

A rope of hair pressed to his mouth, silencing him. “Hush. As I was saying; my body-type is ‘unfashionable’.” Her eyes lowered for just a moment. One hand pressed to her stomach, pinching the place that pouched out with subcutaneous fat. His shoulders tensed and he strode forward, not liking the way she did that at all, but her hair dropped to his chest, pushing him back. “And look—“ she held her arms out in front of her, showing him the shiny scar tissue that covered her arms and much of her hands. “I have scarring on my arms and hands. They aren’t even cool scars, either—I just burned myself in a lab accident.” She laughed a little self-deprecatingly. “Just smart enough to get myself into trouble, right?”

“Entrapta—“

“Do you think less of me for my defects?”

“Those are not defects! Your body is performing as intended!”

“Imperfections, then. Do you think less of me?”

“That’s absurd! Why would I?”

“Good! And you know I don’t think less of you for yours.” He flinched and looked away, ears drooping a little. He did know that. “So stop trying to push me off on Kadroh. I don’t want to see his autonomic responses. I was to see yours.”

“I was not pushing you off—“ She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look. He cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back, looking at the floor. “It is difficult to understand why you would choose me when there are other—“ He swallowed down the word ‘better’, knowing she would not appreciate the adjective. “—options available.”

“You listen to me when I talk. You understand me. And I like to think that I understand you too.”

His chest swelled. “I have had the depths of my mind plumbed, and yet you understand me better than anyone.”

She smiled broadly, her cheeks pink. “You say things like that. And you mean them.”

“Why would I speak falsely?”

She swallowed and looked away, grabbing a lock of hair and combing her fingers through it. She started to pace, but she seemed to shake herself free of whatever thought had gripped her. She smiled at him again. “I don’t know. People do, though. Lie.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Someone hurt you.”

She seemed to shrug it off, though her hands were still wrapped in her hair. “Everyone gets hurt. Right? I mean...we’ve both hurt people. A lot of people. It happens. Everyone does it. Everyone experiences it at one time or another. It’s all just a matter of degree.” Her gaze went distance. “I wonder if there’s a system of measurement for that....”

He came closer, lifting a hand to offer some comfort. He stopped before he could make contact. “May I touch you?”

“That’s another thing!” she exclaimed, spinning suddenly as her hair took hold of him. She walked him backward, toward the wall, pinning him there. “You understand that I can’t always....” One hand fumbled, as if she could pluck the word she wanted from the air. “Be touched.”

Her hair was wrapped around his upper arms, holding him securely but not tightly. He swallowed, looking down on her. It was not fear that set his hearts hammering and caused something low in his abdomen to tighten. It was something else. Something new.

She raised herself up on her hair so they were at eye level. “Do you see now? Why I want you and not someone else?”

“No. But—!” He swallowed, trying to speak before she could pull away, despite the lump in his throat. “I’m grateful. I may not understand why, but I am glad that you feel for me the same way I feel for you.”

She smiled. “Good.” She reached for his hair, running her fingers through it. “How’s that feel?”

He shut his eyes, pressing into her hand. It was different, now. Somehow, having his hands bound while she pet him was thrilling rather than relaxing. He could feel his scalp prickling, though his hair remained flat. “It’s. Good. Not as overwhelming as it was before.”

“Interesting.” Her hands traced down his scalp until she reached his ears. “Have I ever told you how cute your ears are?”

His ears flexed and his eyes opened wide. “No, you—!” He sputtered. “They are not!”

“No?” she asked, smiling as she ran a thumb over the edge of each ear.

“No.”

“If you say so,” she said in a sing-song. He huffed, feeling his cheeks grow hot. “This is cute too.” She brushed a thumb over his cheek.

“I am not cute!”

“Being a subjective term, I don’t think you get to decide what I do or do not find to be ‘cute’.”

He huffed, unable to refute that. Victorious, she smiled, her hands dropping to his jaw before trailing down his neck to rest on his chest. He wondered if she could feel his hearts beating under her hand. “Can I continue?”

“With what?”

“Exploring your reactions to tactile stimulation.”

His ears flattened. “With the hormones I’m taking, I doubt my reactions will prove titillating.”

“I’m not looking to be titillated. I’m interested in seeing what kind of touches you enjoy. What feels good to you. What you like. It doesn’t have to be sexual to be enjoyable.”

His cheeks were only getting hotter. He swallowed. “I see.”

“Besides,” she added, looking him over, “I would like a basis of comparison, should you ever choose to stop taking them.”

A soft noise escaped him. It definitely didn’t sound anything like a whimper. “Oh.”

“May I proceed?”

His hearts were beating hard, and something inside him squirmed. It was not shame he felt. Not fear. Something adjacent, without the sting of either. Anticipation, perhaps, though it was sharper than that. More intense. He flexed his arms, feeling the strength of her hold on him, and the anticipation peaked.

“Yes.” He swallowed, wondering what he was getting himself into. “Please proceed.”

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