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reverieblondie · 2 months

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Late Night Dip

Pairing: Rolan x Fem!Tav Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Fingering, Tail play, Teasing, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (Please wrap before you tap), G-whiz Position.

Summary: Cal and Lia are worried about their brother, he's just so stressed and needs a break! Good thing you have an idea that could help...

A/N: Rolan is hot, and I'm not going to apologize. I want to give him everything. More fics of my other favorite fictional men coming soon!

Word Count: 4,774

“Please, you have to get him out of that tower! You're the only one who he will listen to!”

You almost spit out your drink from Cal’s comment and look at him bewildered, “Uh, You must be confused you're talking about Rolan? Mr. Know it all? The arch workaholic? He's not going to listen to me.”

Lia leans against the bar dramatically, “Could you just give it a try, please? We have tried everything we could think of to get him to take some time off to destress but nothing has worked. We are hoping that because he has a soft spot for you he will listen to you.”

A scoff leaves you, “Rolan does not have a soft spot for me…”

Lia and Cal share a quick look before Cal speaks up again.

“Just one try, for his health. I swear every time I’m near him I can feel his tension radiate off him, take him out somewhere so he can unwind, and if he rejects you I will buy your drinks for two weeks.”

Closing your eyes you consider the chore. Seeing Rolan isn’t a bad thing you love getting any excuse to see that handsome face. Though pulling him from his work would not be an easy feat, but…you do enjoy teasing him, those looks he gives you when you get under his skin always sends a rush of heat to rise to your cheeks. Plus if he is overworking himself you can’t let that happen to your favorite wizard (sorry Gale). Maybe this would be a good push to your friendship to move to more…romantical areas….plus there was that spot you wanted to take him and tonight is as good of a time as any. If all else fails and Rolan heartbreakingly rejects you for a night outing at least you will get free drinks for the next two weeks to wash away the pain.

“Okay, I will handle it, but be ready to have to buy a lot of ale for the next two weeks Cal,” you say as you gather your stuff and step towards the doors. Cal and Lia watch as you walk out of the tavern into the night towards Ramazith Tower.

“Think there's a chance he will reject her and we will have to deal with a tense Rolan?” Cal asks Lia worriedly.

Lia scoffs and settles herself on a seat at the bar, “Please, Rolan can’t deny her, and even if he wants to pretend he can, do you think she’s going to take no for an answer?”

“Those two are really into each other huh?”

“Yeah, Let's hope one of them finally realizes it and does something about it tonight. I have a bet with Larkissa that Tav makes the first move, and I want my 50 gold.”

Wow, they were right…he looks so stressed.

Your eyes watch as Rolan's taut back stays hunched over the journal he is scribbling in as he studies an old-looking tome. The only part that moves on him is his hand and he writes in a frantic motion. His golden eyes peering at the tome then back to his journal as he continues, it's clear he has been at this for a while.

Leaning against the doorway you study his profile for a bit longer. Hair was done in its elaborate bun to hide his ears, brows underneath his well-kept horns furrowed in irritation, and the most perfect nose in all of Faerûn. Let's see if we can’t get him to scrunch it in irritation.

“And what happened to the master of Ramaziths Tower? Worked so hard he died from stress, he was so young…”

Rolan seems surprised for a moment before he turns his head to see your smug grin, this earns you an eye roll, “What happened to the Hero of Baldur's Gate? Oh, she pushed her luck too many times and was thunder waved out of Ramazith's Tower.”

Sontering in you wave him off dismissively, “See you're so tired you're unable to come up with your own insults. That means it’s time you take a break.”

Scoffing, he turns away from you going back to scribbling away, “You sound like Cal and Lia…”

“They did send me to get you.”

“Of course they did”

Getting closer you see the swarm of papers and books he’s been busying himself with, ignoring it all you sit on his desk and look down at him as he writes. He seems to look at your legs for a moment before shaking his head and going back to what he was writing. Usually, he would be nagging you about your poor manners and the fact that you are bothering him, must be too tired to fight. You watch him as he slowly starts up his work again trying to ignore your ass so close to his hands crushing his papers. His nose is starting to scrunch and you can only smile with a sweet taunting hum. Crossing your legs gets his attention one more time before he mumbles something to himself.

“Work, work, work, write, write, write, Rot, rot, rot” you chant in a sing-song voice as you shake your foot bumping him slightly.

“Must you annoy me?” he grumbles

“You're just annoyed because you're so pent up with stress, come on let's go out.”

Rolan looks up at you and furrows his brows, nose still scrunched, “I’m annoyed because of everyone constantly pestering me when I have a thousand things to do. I’m not going anywhere and I am not…pent up…”

You let out a loud sigh, “Oh come on Rolan you're so pent up with stress you could pop, just a small break, a nice stress-free night will do you some good, then we will leave you alone to be the great grump of Ramaziths. Plus I have something I want to show you that I found the other day.”

Rolan keeps his head down scribbling, “It will be really fun.” you coo

He continues to ignore you. You frown before leaning down to his ear. “Please…” you whisper softly

Rolan stops his writing and groans.

“Come on Rolan! Just a bit further!”

“Where the hells are you taking me!”

“It's a surprise! Now hurry up!”

You're both running in the forest outside of the gate, you're ahead of him leading the way but you can hear the snapping of twigs and slight infernal cusses as he tries to keep up. You can't help but laugh as he continues his grumpy pursuit. Finally, you reach your destination with a bright smile on your face as you wait for Rolan to emerge from the thicket. Biting your lip in expectation you bounce on the heels of your feet, this will be perfect…

You had found this place on one of your walks and knew that you would have to come back, and bringing Rolan only made it all the better. A secret hot spring is hidden away in the thick forest, perfect for two. The water looks as if it glows a cyan blue, it seems to glitter underneath the full moonlight. Your eyes watch as the steam from the water rises to the vast starlit sky. This will be perfect for relieving stress.

Finally, you hear him come into the clearing, his once pristine appearance is now a mess with twigs in his now messy hair and robes covered in dirt from where he must have fallen trying to keep up with you. The smile on your face never falters and he approaches you with an unamused look. He looks past you at the heated water and raises an eyebrow.

“A hot spring? You know if you wanted to bathe…”

Rolan's words halt as you start loosening the strings of your bodice. Looking up you meet his golden eyes and smirk at his surprised face as you drop your bodice to the ground. His eyes widen and his lips slightly part before he turns away quickly.

“Come on Rolan, a late night dip under the stars. You can’t beat that. Plus I bet once that water hits your skin all your stress will melt away.”

You start stripping off your undershirt quickly followed by your pants. Your eyes watch Rolan's back as it seems to tense at each sound of your clothes rustling and falling. His tail whips around seemingly uncontrollably, before wrapping around his leg, you're still trying to figure out if it is from excitement or irritation.

“You have been traveling with Halsin for too long…”

You laugh at the comment, “Well, he is rather wise, learned a lot from him while on our journey…”

Rolan's tail twitches before he turns around quickly to face you. His eyes widen as he sees your scantily clad undergarments, not like you went and changed before going to fetch him…

He turns back around quickly “Like what…” he mutters, is he? Jealous…

“Just…things…” you say almost tauntingly. You just can’t resist, from the moment you two started becoming friends you two have been taunting and teasing at every opportunity. Sometimes you don’t know if you want to punch him or kiss him. Though now…you can only think of one thing…

Taking off your undergarments and then by complete ‘accident’ you toss them towards his feet. He looks down at them for a second before you watch his tail rise slightly before falling back down and lifting his head to look up at the starry sky.

“I’ve learned things from my other companions as well…” you say softly, almost too sweetly

A nervous laugh seems to rise harshly from his chest. Slowly you approach Rolan, you're being extremely quiet and you're completely bare. “Like Astarion for example” Right behind him now you look up at his tightly set bun, and with a quick moment you pluck the tie keeping it up out, That should loosen him some, “taught me to sneak up on people to take things.”

Rolan starts to turn his head but seems to stop himself remembering you're now naked. Not that you would mind his golden eyes taking you all in. With his hair now down you finally see his sharply pointed ears, they are cute and with their marron coloring at the tips completely giving away how embarrassed he is at the moment. Part of you wants to take the opportunity to be naughty and nibble on his ear while playing with his loose hair. Best not to push your luck however.

Proud of successfully teasing him you decide to finally get into the water. Stepping carefully into the calm water the heat craseing your skin immediately relaxes you. The water is the perfect temperature and you quickly sink in and swim around enjoying yourself with pleasant sighs. Turning your head you see Rolan watching with what you think is a smile on his face.

“Come on in, the water is great!”

“Dry land is also great.”

“So you're just going to let me swim alone?” you watch as Rolan thinks for a moment “It's very relaxing…” you coo

He finally sighs, “Fine…just to make sure you don’t drown out here…”

“Lucky me ~”

Instead of ripping his clothes off quickly and jumping into the water ready to confess his desires to you as you hoped, Rolan instead brings his hands to undo his collar slowly and methodically. Somehow the slow stripping is not only frustrating you but also exciting you, the robe rolls off his shoulders and he takes the time to fold it up neatly. A tightening in your lower stomach is driving you mad, how hard is it to undress quickly?

Opening your mouth to give him a hard time your comment gets halted in your throat. Rolan lifts his red undershirt over his head exposing his chest lined with beautiful ridges. The ridges seem to lead your eyes along his surprisingly athletic build, the moonlight shining on his body showing off just how toned he is; tense muscles being stretched as he raises his arms to relieve some tension from being so confined. He’s been hiding all this under those robes? That's just criminal…

Then his hands go for his belt and you're completely caught in a trance mouth slightly parting as he undoes the first button, seeming to remember your presence in the shining spring his golden eyes lock with yours and all your previous nerve leaves as your heart lurches. Quickly you turn around breaking his gaze, you swear you hear a slight chuckle before the clearing of his throat. Closing your eyes you chastise yourself for being a pervert, but that still doesn’t stop the image of his bare body replaying over and over in your mind running through all the possibilities the night could hold.

Sounds of sloshing water along with a sigh breaks you from your thoughts. Turning you can’t help but smile at what looks like a very blushy Rolan, feeling nice you give him a round of applause as he settles in the warm water.

Rolan rolls his eyes, “Your an idiot”

“What, I thought you liked adoring applause?”

Rolan ignores your comment, shaking his head as he cups the shimmering water in his hands. You take the time to admire him trying to relax the best he can, his loose hair hovering softly over his shoulders, you see that not only do his freckles decorate his face, but they are also peppered against his tense shoulders. With a quick motion, Rolan brings the spring water towards his face, rubbing the water against his face then keeping his hands over his eyes for a long moment. You watch him confused by him keeping his eyes covered.

“What are you doing?”

A sigh leaves his nose before he responds, “Relaxing”

Getting closer you do a testing poke to his left shoulder, and an irritated groan leaves his chest.

“You don’t seem relaxed…”

“I’m working on it.”

“Maybe you should try swimming around then?”

Rolan pulls his hands from his eyes, golden irises glow as his ardent gaze lands on you. Suddenly you're hyper-aware of how close you two have drifted and how bare you are right underneath the cyan water. All your previous nerve starts to sink away being replaced by a growing flush to your skin.

Rolan lifts a brow leaning down slightly to take in your face, you put on your best poker face to seem unbothered through Rolan quickly sees past it and is ready to tease you, “Heat finally getting to you?”

“No”

“Then why are you so red?”

“Why are you so red?”

Rolan folds his arms over his chest and you roll your eyes, “redder than usual”

“What do you expect? It’s hot.”

“Aren't tieflings like…heat resistant?”

Rolan goes to argue back but he seems to be unable to think of anything so he turns his back towards you muttering under his breath.

Turned away, you trace the paths left by his infernal ancestors. He seemed to have relaxed when teasing you, but now…

“You can feel the tension radiating off….”

Rolan's ears seem to perk up and he glances at you.

You sigh, “I was hoping to help…”

“I…you…” Rolan sighs collecting his thoughts, a cuss slips his lips before he starts again, “You are helping…I just…” Rolan takes his hand to cover his eyes again, “I don’t know how to let myself relax…”

Carefully you reach your hands to rub his back, he practically feels like a board, so tense under your fingers. You lean your head to rest on him.

“Rolan, let me…try something….”

You continue to rub his back and shoulders gently working out the knots. Right as he seems to start to relax he tenses up again. A soft hum leaves you as you continue to work down his back. Dropping from his shoulders you use his ridges to guide you, softly you rub his shoulder blades feeling the sharp tips. When you touch them you feel Rolan tense and lean forward slightly.

“Am I hurting you?”

Rolan looks over his shoulder, his eyes moving from your flushed shoulders following the drips running back into the cloudy water keeping the rest of you hidden, only enough for his imagination to run wild. “No, I’m just…not used to being touched like this.”

“I could stop…”

You keep your hands on his spine, trying to savor this moment in case he says yes. You close your eyes and keep your hands as gentle as possible hoping he won't say yes, that he won’t move away. Just keeping this moment touching his warm skin for a bit longer…

“Don’t stop…it's helping me”

Biting down the smile on your lips you continue to rub his back blindly moving through the water. Over time you get lower slightly rubbing above the base of his tail. A steady sigh leaves Rolan's chest as you continue to work. You even feel all your nerves starting to settle in this perfect moment, then suddenly a wrapping around your calf startles you enough to let out a yipe. Rolan, snapping back to reality goes to retreat his tail and move away from you, but before he can run away you quickly grab his wrist. He pauses for a second, then he turns towards you, your eyes wide, lips trembling for the words to say.

It only takes a moment before Rolan pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you suddenly and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry…”

“D-don’t be…”

Rolan moves his face from your neck and you feel your body heating up as his shining eyes watch you, slowly roaming from your eyes to your glossy lips, then down to where your chest is pressing against his.

Rolan's eyes linger for a moment before he brings his head down to whisper, “You feel like you're burning up…”

All you can do as you feel his clawed hands moving slowly down your back is nod and lean into him further. Touching him now he seems much more relaxed, more open, confident. Right as you're settling yourself on his chest you whisper the words he’s been waiting to hear.

“Kiss me…”

Quickly you feel his hand lifting your chin and then meeting your lips for an almost too eager kiss, but you had been wanting this equally as bad. Rolan's lips are soft and assertive as he leads you through the kiss. The familiar feeling of his tail sliding up your leg no longer draws a gasp from you but a wanting moan, craving for his warmth to further engulf you. Rolan, always striving for more, lifts your arms to wrap around his neck as he slips his smooth tongue in your mouth to get a taste of you. It's deep, and teasing as it slides against yours making you meet his enthusiasm, and driving you to want more. Before long you find yourself with fist fulls of his loose hair while his sharp nails dig into the fat of your ass, Pressing you into his hardened shaft, it practically throbs on your thigh.

As you start breaking from the kiss to fully catch your breath Rolan bites on your lower lip, careful not to break the delicate skin, only enough pressure to have you whine before he’s releasing it from his sharp teeth. You're a panting mess feeling like your body is on fire, the spring, his hot touch, your blazing arousal dripping down your thighs; it's all starting to be too much for you. Rolan brushes his nose to yours to bring you back from your fuzzing mind.

“I think it's time you get out. You're as red as me now.” his rich voice taunts

A quick laugh leaves you before it’s ripped from you abruptly. Rolan almost as quickly as he kisses you, he lifts you guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. With shocking little effort, Rolan carries you out of the hot spring back to the dry bank. The sudden chill of the air nipping at your skin should leave you shivering, but wrapped in Rolan's warm limps you find yourself perfectly comfortable.

Playfully you twist and pull the strains of his soft hair. “Not to sound like an insult but I’m surprised you're able to carry me. I didn’t think wizards were all that strong?”

You're both out of the water, dripping on the springs bank still wrapped tightly in his hold. Rolan rolls his eyes at your statement before responding with a smirk, “Well you should know that no wizard can match me, from my talent to my strength.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now and as you do he bounces you within his arms forcing you to grab him tighter making him laugh at you.

“Well, you are definitely relaxed now.”

“I am, I should thank you, Hero.”

You feel yourself getting wetter from his sultry words, “How do you plan on doing that, Archmage?

His eyes spark with something and he grins allowing you to see his sharp canines and molars, “I’m thinking I’m going to fuck you on the bank of this hot spring. Is that what you want?”

Leaning in you breathe into his pointed ears, “Yes…”

Then in the next moment, you feel his lips leaving messy kisses over your neck causing you to hold on tighter as Rolan slowly lowers you to the cool ground. The chill of the forest floor on your back makes a shiver rush your spine causing your nipples to perk and your body to shake. A whine leaves your chest and a smile stretches to his lips as he pulls away from you, his shining eyes roam over your body as he carefully moves his hands to your hips and adjusts to a kneel. Slightly digging in his nails, he pulls your body causing his length to brush your slick sex.

The heat of his cock pressed on your soft flesh makes you shut your eyes with a whimper, he’s not even in you, and your whining.

“Keep your eyes on me.” his voice commands as his hands lift your legs onto his textured shoulders.

Finally opening your eyes you see his eyes watching you as he presses a kiss to your inner knee before taking a quick nip to it causing your hips to buckle forward.

That only feeds his ego, “Don’t tell me you're sensitive…”

You narrow your eyes, “if you were underneath me I would have you whimpering, so don’t get cocky.”

Rolan lets out a laugh as he looks down at your spread sex, wet and quivering for him. You can hear his tail begging to swish behind in excitement.

“We will have to test that on a different night…You look too perfect spread open and waiting for me.” Rolan taunts as he brings his hand to slide his fingers over your glistening cunt, then rubbing slow circles to your swollen clit.

The sensation of his dexterous fingers stimulating your bud causes you to grind your hips on him for more. Falling deeper into the pleasure you feel your lower stomach twist as waves of heat flood your body. You can’t help but shut your eyes with a shivering breath as soft moans slip through your lips.

Rolan tsk as he suddenly pinches your clit making you gasp and shoot your eyes open. “Keep your eyes on me. Understand?”

You quickly nod, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous face. His fingers slide to your entrance, slipping his middle finger slowly to rub your soft fluttering walls. Watching you intensely he slips in a second finger curling the long digits in your velvety insides. Moans of his name and pleads flow out of your lips as he keeps a steady tempo.

“You're being so obedient…that's new for you…”

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can Rolan twists his fingers to the spot that's making you see stars. Rolan seeing your slack jaw expression speeds up his motions. The twisting in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter as you look at Rolan with pleading eyes. Seeing your expression and feeling your walls clamping down on him, he knows you're closer and he brings his tail to flick on your clit as his other hand keeps your grinding hips in a firm hold.

You are panting as you dig your fingers into the ground you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Rolan's eyes are on you, staring intensely as he studies every one of your expressions, he looks divine.

“F-Feels so-so good!” You scream breathlessly

He smiles at your stammering, getting excited from your praise. “Yeah? Then cum for me.”

Nodding absently mindlessly you feel his tail flick faster and his fingers curl deeper so perfectly making your coil suddenly snap and your body explode in a wave of white-hot ecstasy as you feel yourself squirt on his fingers, running down his hands and thighs now.

“Prefect…” Rolan whispers as he watches you come down from your high while slowly rubbing your release over his swollen cock.

“You want more?” he asks as he lines himself up to your tight slit.

“Please~” You hum out blissfully, feeling his ridged length’s heat radiating onto you.

Rolan chuckles with a shake of his head, “So greedy…”

He braces his hand tightly on your hip as he pushes the heat of his dick into your cunt. It’s hot and intense as it slides and stretches you. Your walls clench as you moan his name as his ridges rub your insides deliciously. Your thighs tighten as he pushes into you fully, his nails digging into you as his cock throbs as you adjust to him.

“Gods you feel good” he sighs in pleasure. He moves his eyes from where he’s buried within you to your blissed-out face. Rolan brings a hand to cup your cheek and you melt into his touch, turning your face to kiss his palm before giving him a nod that you are ready.

Rolan presses kisses on the insides of your legs again as he brings his hands to your waist. Slowly he starts positioning into you, your eyes roll back as his strokes nudge his burning cock right into your spongy spot that's making you mew shamelessly at every thrust. Rolan picks up his thrusting as he feels your walls clenching on him.

“You're taking-ta-taking me so well darling.” he groans, throwing his head back as his balls slap against you.

Rolan moves your hips up and down to match his thrust as his breathing quickens. Squirming and curling your toes you feel yourself approaching your climax again, but this time you're desperate to have Rolan cum with you.

Rocking your hips against him faster you drive him deeper as his cock now rubs your cervix and your walls lick his ridges. “Rolan, you're amazing! Fantastic! I’m yours whenever you want me! Fuck! Right there!”

Rolan’s sweating skin further flushes at your praise and his moans turn into broken whines as he fucks you faster and bounces you at the perfect pace.

With a couple more thrusts that familiar rush floods you as you arch your back mindlessly screaming as you make a mess over Rolan's cock. With your orgasm quivering and sucking him in he stills and squeezes you tightly as his dick throbs and spurts his burning cum deep within you. Stars slowly fade from your vision as you focus on a panting Rolan still buried deep in you.

With hooded eyes you give a lazy smile, Rolan eyes are glazed over but still focused on you as he smiles back at you. Slowly he pulls out and you wince at the feeling of the sudden emptiness. Rolan settles beside you and carefully holds you to his chest as his tail wraps around your ankle gently.

“Rest with me for a while…then come back to the tower with me.”

You hum in agreement as you let your relaxed state move you to one of sleep. Perfectly warm and perfectly relaxed wrapped in each other's arms.

Larkissa is busy drying the goblets behind the bar to prepare for tonight's service. A tapping of nails on the counter gets her attention away from the task. She turns her head to see a smirking Lia.

“A bet is a bet and I want my 50 gold,” Lia says, holding out her hand.

Larkissa huffs and digs in her pockets, She will have to scold Rolan for not being assertive enough to make the first move.

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby

༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺

WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations

{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}

{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}

Like real people do {part 1}

Eyes always seeking {part 2}

Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.

You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.

Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.

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It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.

You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.

"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."

You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.

You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.

When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.

That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.

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You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.

You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.

You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.

Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.

You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.

You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.

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Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.

His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.

He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.

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You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.

You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.

You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.

And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.

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You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"

Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.

'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.

"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.

He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."

You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.

You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.

When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.

He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.

"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.

Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.

He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."

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wonwayne · 4 months

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cold season ☁️ lee heeseung

pairing : bff!heeseung x gn!reader genre : fluff, comfort warnings : mentions of food word count : 0.6k

a/n : flirty heeseung with zero survival instinct comes to cuddle while you’re sick.

“you look so hot right now.”

you winced your eyes open to look incredulously up at your doe-eyed best friend. it’s too damn bright in this room, you thought, as your head continued pounding. there were more things about the condition of your room you were unhappy with at the moment: the suffocating humidity from you staying cooped up here with the doors closed for nearly three days straight; the mess of your bedside table, littered with tissues and soaked tea bags; and your own nightmarish appearance, violated by swollen eyes and hair matted by sweat. you felt somewhat sheepish, letting yourself be perceived by heeseung in this state, but you were also too relieved to see him to shoo him away — or register the undertone of his comment.

“yeah, that’s a 101 degree fever for you.” your voice was so nasal, you wondered if the words were actively coming out your nose.

heeseung pouted, taking your clammy hand in his cool ones. “have you eaten? want me to order soup?”

you shook your head weakly. “no need.”

“to eat? humanity has proved otherwise.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to slip your hand out of his grip, but he held on tight.

“chicken noodle would be a bit basic, wouldn’t it? maybe something spicier? gamjatang?” with his free hand, he was opening the delivery app on his phone. “when i had that nasty cold like a month ago, this place absolutely saved me—”

“i really appreciate the thought, hee, but i swear i’ve got no appetite.” you squeezed his hand this time, hoping that, like a chinese finger trap, he’d let you go because of it.

when he showed no signs of doing so, you added, “do you really want that nasty cold back? i’ve been quarantining for a reason, idiot.”

heeseung only chuckled at the nickname. “perfect, just ordered. should be coming in the next 20 minutes or so.”

“heeseung.” you used all the energy left in you not to sound pathetically silly.

“yes, darling?”

you frowned at his response. “you’re seriously calling me darling right now? when i look like this?”

“’course i am,” and he took your hand up to his lips for the softest, sweetest peck, “as i said, you look so incredibly hot.”

suddenly, you felt the urge to punch him for being so unserious. (and for making you blush from more than your heightened body temperature.) but instead, against your will, you found yourself tugging him by the hand with such raw, instant force that he lost his balance, falling over you onto the bed and narrowly missing the headboard.

on second thought, you hadn’t seized him with that much force — definitely not enough to trip him over. but before you could open your mouth to apologize, at least out of courtesy, heeseung was adjusting himself to lie parallel to you, hand still intertwined in yours.

“ah,” he sighed, turning onto his side and shifting closer to you so that his face was almost entirely buried in your neck, “your bed is insanely comfortable.”

you sniffled in faux disgust, sliding to the edge of the mattress as if you actually had a chance of escaping his embrace. much to your surprise, he pulled you right back into him by your waist.

“your white blood cells are so pissed at you right now,” you huffed, trying not to betray how flustered you were by his touch.

“okay, nerd,” he shot back, snuggling ever closer into your backside. “you know, i’m starting to regret ordering that gamjatang.”

“and why is that?”

“because now that i’m here, i’d never want to leave your side.”

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byizoyas · 1 year

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nsfw ; gepard x afab!reader. no tags necessary (cunnilingus) it’s just rlly soft and tender.

you’ve invited gepard to spend the night to your place. you’ve been kinda obvious about your crush on him lately but it seemed he wasn’t comfortable with the subject because he was always looking away and fleeing away for some reason.

you thought he didn’t like you at first and was just too shy to say it, but now that he was in your bed, hardly focusing on television you realized the feelings were not unrequited.

he seemed tensed, as if trying to escape his own thoughts. you straightened up in the bed to grab the bottle of water that was resting on your desk not far when you felt a touch down your back.

‘gepard what are y-‘ you started to say as you turned around to face him.

‘so- sorry.’ he rubbed his face ‘i must’ve misinterpreted things. my apologies y/n.’

his cheeks were flushing red from embarrassment. he usually seemed pretty confident, but he had a hard time talking about his feelings so when his attempt at getting closer to you failed; he felt that it was a mistake.

and if he was being honest with himself he actually thought it was a mistake at the second his fingers touched your skin.

‘what did you interpret ?’ you asked.

the poor boy kept on stuttering. you kinda enjoyed that confusion; because he looked really cute avoiding your gaze and making up excuses.

‘do you want me gepard ? because.. i want you.’

you never knew you could be this bold, but the moment you two were sharing was perfect and it felt natural.

‘y/n..’ he whispered as you got closer, ready to kiss him. he closed his eyes, passing his fingers through your hair and you felt his lips touching yours.

the kiss was soft. shy even, as if both of you never did anything, but he was eager to have more of you, slipping his tongue in your mouth to share a much more intimate kiss. his tongue caressing yours felt like heaven; his body clinging to yours as he pulled you in his lap too.

you craved this for so long; you really didn’t want to be anywhere but here; in his arms, kissing his lips.

only after a few minutes of making out, did he finally take some distance, taking his shirt off; revealing his muscular chest. as one of belobog’s guards you expected him to be muscular; but being able to see it and caress it felt unreal.

you put yourself in a much more comfortable position to drop kisses on his half naked body and he rolled his eyes; simply enjoying the feeling of your mouth exploring his body; something he’s been imagining for a while.

yet he stopped you. ‘lay down y/n. i’m going to take care of you.’ his voice was gentle and he kissed you once more.

he buried his face in your neck, unzipping your pants and pulling it down to reveal a black laced panties that turned him on even more.

‘you’re divine.’ he murmured against your skin, his lips slowly making their way down your chest toward your thighs.

‘mine.’ he stated several times. gepard was almost commanding you to be his, because he needed you to be. he needed to have you for himself. that dominant side of him mixed to the softness of his touch and voice was slowly driving you insane, and making you wet.

he was so hot, and you loved it.

gepard brought his two hands to the only piece of clothing covering your intimacy to take it off, and you moved your hips to help him. now you were fully naked, fully his and ready for him to do whatever pleased himself

but he didn’t want to please himself. he only wanted to please you. he wanted to hear what your moans sounded like. and when you did finally moan his name, he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore.

he gripped your thighs, throwing them above his shoulders, focusing on your pretty pussy.

suddenly his eyes looked back at you. one of his hand ws maintaining your leg, depriving you to go before he was done; and the other was gently caressing your hand, interlocking your fingers as he sticked his tongue out, starting to lick your clit up and down.

he was switching from kissing your thighs to eating you out. and he was good at it; a little too much because after a few seconds, you felt it coming into your whole body.

‘g- gonna cum.’ you said, gripping his hair with your free hand as if begging him to never stop pleasuring you.

‘gepard ngh~ it feels so good.’ you managed to say just before reaching orgasm.

you moaned his name again and when you looked back at him, you could see his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

‘i love you y/n. i want to make love to you.’ he said, planting soft kisses on various places on your body.

‘please do.’ you said and to that he simply stared inside your eyes with a tender expression. ‘anytime you want.’

a/n. sooo idk if y’all are gonna read for hsr & it’s rlly short and just like that as a ‘test’ cause if you like hsr fics i might write some more but this one is for a friend and also bc im obsessed w gepard lately… anyway it seems im slowly getting free from the writers block so tomorrow, hopefully, i shall post childe’s fic that i started to write today

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year

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The smirk that he wore on his face was devilish, the lustful look in his eyes as he say you. He thought you were the most gorgeous girl on campus. Recently, You and Katsuki had been paired together for a project in your literacy class. You were one of the smartest girls in your year.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" His lips were close to your ear, his breath warm with the smell of vodka. You couldn't help but shiver.

You turned your head so your eyes met his. A black school hoodie with dark jeans. He looked good.

"Not alone, my boyfriend is around here somewhere." You sip the bitter liquid in your cup that is now becoming room temp. You really didn't have a boyfriend, but Katsuki Bakugou was one of the biggest playboys on campus and you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“Oh really? Yeah, you know I heard you had a boyfriend. Where is he? I wanna meet him.” Katsuki smirked, it was like he knew your boyfriend didn't exist.

“Oh uhm.. I'm not- I'm not sure.” You clear your throat and throw back your nasty drink.

“Oh yeah? Well, he fucked up and I think I just got lucky.”

His voice was husky as he whispered in your ear over the music. He noticed your face and chuckled.

“I’m gonna make you mine for the night, how’s that sound hot stuff?”

Your mouth fell open as you struggled to find words.

"Than I'll give you back to your invisible boyfriend, I mean, honestly. He should be lucky that I'm even considering giving you back to him." That smirk, it made you weak in the knees and wet in that-.. I'll stop.

You nodded before you even realized what you were saying yes too, your face felt warm as his sharp gaze was trained on you.

A sharp pain on your ass made you break away from his gaze. A random guy was walking by with a smirk.

"You have a great ass, thanks for letting me feel it."

Bakugou snarled and grabbed the guy by the collar, he slammed him into the wall, you couldn't help but notice the way his muscles tensed, even from under his sweatshirt.

"Touch her like that ever again and I will fucking kill you. Apologize."

From that moment on, something changed in Katsuki. He became over protective of you. He never let any man he didn't trust get to close to you. He could never just rail you and leave, Katsuki would always just stay with you after sex.

“I just wanna make sure you know we’re just friends.” He said as he got dressed. You nodded, thighs still quivering as you slid on your oversized sweater you had been wearing.

“Good… good. I just don’t wanna fall in love... Don't want any kind of relationship." He hummed, you weren't sure why, but that bothered you.

The next night, you were drunk, absolutely hammered. The best idea you had was to go to his dorm and question him.

"Why not?" You asked as you shoved him to the side and sat on his bed. You mindlessly grabbed the comforter and felt the fabric in your fingers.

"What? Why not what?" His voice was raspy with sleep as he rubbed his eye. The room was spotless, everything was perfect. You always loved when you'd spend time in his room.

"Why don't you wanna fall in love?" You asked and hiccupped.

"Because, it's kind like a knife, you know.. it can hurt." His hands ran over his face before he yawned quietly. He sat next to her, he could feel her hands running over his thighs. Katsuki's cock was twitching in his sweats but now wasn't the time.

"But.. You make the knife feel good." You whisper and try to kiss him. He gently grabs your jaw in his hands.

"Look Y/n." His eyes searched yours, he could see the drunk tears brewing.

"No. No looks." You sniffle

"Come on, we'll talk about this when you're sober, shitty woman." He smiled a bit and pulled you down into his bed. Katsuki pulled the blankets over the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up there was a note left on his desk for you, he was presumably at class.

‘I promise I wasn’t trying to give you mixed signals, I wasn’t trying to leave you on... I got way too attached to you and that wasn’t the plan...I had a girl I loved once, much like you... We ended up hating each other cause we didn’t know when to just call it quits. I don’t want that to happen again.’

The ache in your head hurt as you sighed, you ripped the letter in half and left it on your desk as you walked out.

That night, Katsuki called you.

"Hey dumbass." He hummed into the phone

"Hi." You think about the letter that was on ripped up on his desk.

"You.. Listen.. There's no easy way to say this. You gotta let me go okay? I don’t want to do the love thing again and I don’t want us to hate each other. I was so broken last time I was in love. I guess that’s part of the reason I’m leaving you first. I’m so sorry Y/n. It’s been a great few months. I think we should just be friends. I’m sorry this happened. I’m just too scared to lose again, you understand that right?”

Burning hot tears pricked your eyes, you simply pressed the end button. The ache in your head could not compare to the ache in your heart. You blocked him on everything you had him on and began to erase every moment you remembered.

Katsuki Bakugou was dead to you.

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blackcoffeeofmelancholy · 5 months

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pumpkin carving date with mammon

words: 1192

warnings: none

request for @yourboyhack who asked for a pumpkin carving date with Mammon.

notes: The brain fog has been relentless, so I wrote something short and sweet. I wanted to finish this before December, but at least it's not winter yet! I deviated from the original request a bit; I still hope it's to your liking.

As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

With Lucifer’s and Diavolo’s permission, you plan a date to the human world with Mammon. You put a lot of thought into it, equally excited and nervous. He agrees to accompany you, blushing furiously despite his best efforts to maintain his cool. Of course, the human wants a day alone with the Great Mammon, and—luckily for you—he is free every day this week, never mind the fact he would drop everything in an instant if you asked. You can tell he is as excited as you are, counting down the days until your date, and trying but failing to spoil the surprise; no matter how hard he begs, you keep your mouth shut.

The big day arrives, and your worries dissipate along with it. Mammon is over the moon. His eyes glitter with excitement, and he smiles widely; the Avatar of Greed was practically bursting with joy before you walked out the door that afternoon. No matter where you go, the two of you always make plenty of happy memories, and you keep them close to your heart—today is no exception. Last night you fretted over whether he would like what you had planned, tossing and turning in bed as you imagined his face falling in disappointment. However, your mind is put at ease when he hugs you tightly in thanks. He quickly pulls away, his expression bashful as he shoves his hands into his pockets. You take a mental snapshot, savoring the moment.

This isn’t your first date—far from it—though it’s not every day you’re able to spend time alone with your first man, especially not in the human world. Halloween is around the corner so a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order. Unlike the Devildom, the pumpkins aren’t a threat to your life, and here, you can feel the warmth of the sunlight on your skin and appreciate the sound of the leaves crunching underfoot. The air is crisp, and you take in the familiar sights and sounds that come with the season. As much as you love the Devildom there are times you miss this, and you want to share it with him.

There are a lot of smiles and laughter shared between you as you search for the perfect pumpkin. He is adamant about finding the best pumpkin in the patch, scouring the rows, and appraising each one with a keen eye. It doesn’t take you long to find your own pumpkin, in fact, it’s love at first sight. Mammon, on the other hand, takes his time. You snap plenty of photos of him, your expression fond as he hunts down a pumpkin worthy of the Great Mammon himself. A caw comes from the opposite direction, and his eyes sparkle as if a pile of grimm has appeared before him. The pumpkin looks like a pile of grimm, more yellow than orange, and gleaming in the warm autumn sunlight. A crow bounces atop it, and Mammon gives them a piece of grimm in thanks. The pumpkin is, henceforth, dubbed Treasure . . . until you point out that’s what he calls you.

The corn maze catches your attention, and Mammon reluctantly agrees to participate. From the outside, the corn maze looks rather intimidating, but you enjoy yourselves as you get lost amongst the stalks of corn. Hot apple cider and doughnuts are sold nearby, and you purchase a couple before venturing into the maze. There are many twists and turns, and you take them in stride, happily drinking and eating while you chat with one another; a moment of peace and quiet where you can truly enjoy one another’s presence. The maze may be long and challenging, though it only makes for more happy memories, your laughter echoing down the winding passages. At one point, he shyly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you lean in, snaking your own around his waist. The sun is beginning to set when you reach the end; however, the day isn’t over yet.

The last rays of sunshine dip below the horizon as you climb onto the wagon, taking a seat on a bale of hay; you can’t leave before taking a hayride. The tractor whirs to life and leads you on a sightseeing adventure through the farm. You marvel at how the colors of the sunset seem to set the trees aflame. Slowly, darkness settles over everything, the corn casting long shadows across the ground, and the temperature drops, your breath fanning out in front of you. Your goosebumps don’t go unnoticed by Mammon, who wraps his jacket around your shoulders, your heart fluttering under his gentle gaze. Resting your head on his shoulder, you look up at him, and the world falls away and all you know is him.

The second you set foot in the House of Lamentation, you gift the brothers the pumpkins you picked out for them before you left; their faces light up, even more so when you present them with fresh pumpkin and apple doughnuts to share. While they’re preoccupied, you and Mammon sneak off to your room. The table is large enough to carve your pumpkins on, and you don’t waste time bringing your ideas to life—human world Halloween specials play in the background, setting the mood. Glancing over at your first man, you chuckle to yourself as you wipe the stray pumpkin seed stuck to his cheek. He tenses beneath your touch, his blush deepening, and there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It’s not there long, replaced by complete and utter joy as you lean in to kiss him.

Placing your freshly carved pumpkins on the porch, you watch as Mammon lights the candles, their flames illuminating the darkness. He joins you in the yard, mist whirling around his ankles, and reaches for your hand. Your fingers find one another, lacing together on instinct, and his grin mirrors your own. Somehow your pumpkins complement each other; it wasn’t planned, it just was, and maybe it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it did. Eventually, the brothers set their pumpkins beside yours, the steps of the House of Lamentation the brightest and coziest in the Devildom. Not even you can resist taking a couple of photos for your Devilgram, wishing to relive this moment over and over and over again.

Hours later you’re in bed with Mammon beside you. Your head is on his chest, your arms around him and his arms around you, and as silly as it sounds, you consider yourself blessed to be here right now. The silly but comforting Halloween specials you watched religiously every year as a child continue to play on your tv, though you’re no longer paying attention. He pulls you closer and kisses you, and it’s sweeter than any candy, warming you from head to toe. Smiling at him, you cup his face in your hands, and kiss him again, wondering if he feels how fast your heart beats for him—a sugar high you never wish to come down from—and he indulges you, giving you the best treat anyone could ever ask for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x mc #reader insert #noelle writes

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chimielie · 2 years

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between lightning strikes

summary: Oikawa x F!Reader. as a prince, he can have whatever he wants. it’s a shame he wants you—his wife.

word count: 1.3k

cw: fighting, arranged marriage/royalty au, enemies to lovers, fake history stuff, angst to fluff, just like. the writing as a whole

a/n: my deepest apologies i promise i will never write a historical romance novel. happy late birthday oikawa [starts sobbing]

Oikawa Tooru can sense it: a shift in the wind, a burning in his muscles. Like a bloodhound, he can smell the storm coming.

His wife is angry with him.

You storm through the halls, your skirts trailing behind you, the whistle of the stiff linings over the floors the only sound as the servants flatten themselves against the walls and the out-and-about nobles scramble into their apartments and out of your way. Your spine is stiff, your face serene.

Your fate was decided before you were born. Upon arriving in the world, your every trait was analyzed for compatibility with his. You were raised, nearly designed, to be his perfect match.

Thousands of years of tradition culminated here. Your marriage had been arranged, an aristocratic girl handed from her own family to the crown prince (future emperor always seemed to echo behind the words), a perfect match on paper.

Tooru finds that you are a far different kind of match off the page. Blazing but nearly flickering out of reach each time the flame comes close to licking his fingers, rekindling whenever he thinks you've finally gone out. Brilliant, his brain supplies as you enter his room, the wind supplying a satisfying boom for drama. He squashes the thought in favor of trying to look appropriately innocent. His efforts are in vain, and he knows it.

"Wife," he greets you, while you stare at him with narrowed eyes. You don't respond, only stalking closer. His full lips pull into a wolf’s grin. "Beloved. Sweetness."

"Highness," you say, so icily and so informally he’s sure one of your former etiquette instructors must fall over dead wherever they are. “I received a missive from you this morning.”

“Did you?”

Blasphemous it may be to admit, but he is a man of many faults. One of these: he has a hot temper, and full freedom to act upon it.

You do not hate him as you once did, when you were first wed and he had, in his resentment of his family and his position, lashed out at you as the most obvious symbol of his loss of youthful freedom. When he had failed to consider that you were less than happy yourself to be locked in a union with a man you didn’t know; didn’t want; didn’t love.

Tooru is older now, and wiser (though not by much, Iwaizumi says). He, of all people, is not exempt from the whims of fate. Between lightning strikes, he fell in love with you.

He hopes you no longer hate him. He can never be sure.

“I have been dismissed,” and for all the arguing you’ve done with him, there’s an odd quaver in your voice that he’s never heard before. “From the imperial court. I am free to-to travel, whether it be to another hall or another island, and to seek companionship elsewhere, wherever I may choose to settle.”

“If you so choose,” he repeats his own penned words, turning away from you. His curtains are drawn, though it is late in the day. He does not spend much time in his private rooms, unless it is with you. “Though I must ask you be discreet. It is, unfortunately, a necessity—”

“I will do no such thing,” you snarl. He jerks his head back in surprise. “I may not be what you had hoped for in a partner, but I will not be disloyal of all things. Though I’m sure you will not spend a moment’s thought on me while I am away, I assure you any image you may conjure of my cavorting with another would be pure fantasy."

"Fantasy," he scoffs, can feel his own face spasm against his will at the thought.

"Oh—!" You seem unsure what to do with your hands, settling for clenching them into fists at your sides. "Are you jealous?"

"No," he denies. He lies. He, who has the world at his fingertips, is so consumed by jealousy at all times, by his desire to have you all to himself. He burns.

"Tell me the truth. Speak freely, as a man and not a god-king.” He nods, features twisting into something ugly, ugly, ugly.

“What do you wish for me to say?” His voice is brittle, his temper bound only by a thin string. “Yes, I am jealous. The sight of you with another man might kill me, if I didn’t kill him first. Though it might surprise you, I do care for you, beyond seeing you as some sort of-of possession. So I’m sending you away, giving you a chance to escape this fucking farcical marriage, to do as you wish, to find love as I have—as I have loved you.” The words die an abrupt death in his throat as your eyes round, then glisten.

“Loved me?” An accusation or a question. He swallows around his traitorous tongue, grinding out his response.

“I do.” The weight of those two words is smoke in a sickroom, a weighted coffin in the sea. He sounds wrecked when next he speaks, and looks it too, eyes red and mouth split. “So I am ordering you, as a prince and not as your husband, to go and be happy, and I am begging you, selfishly, to do it where I cannot follow.”

It occurs to you to remind him that there is no such place, but you don’t wish to spit on the bones beneath the words. He will not follow. He is offering you the truest freedom he can.

“You say you’re begging me,” you tap your chin, an empress to the core. “Then why are you not on your knees?”

His eyes narrow. You expect a slap, an execution order, anything you had been warned all your life would come from such total insubordination.

Instead, his right knee bends, then his left. The bones pop, as though in protest, as though he had never before done what he did now.

From the floor, Oikawa Tooru looks up at you with all the love he is capable of and says: “Leave me.”

You drop to your knees, crashing into the floor, uncaring of your garments or his, and take his face in your hands. The first tear spills from his eye, a diamond you crush beneath your thumb.

“I cannot do both,” you say, trying very hard to be gentle. “To ask me to leave to find love would tear me in two. If I were never to look on you again, I would never see the only man I could ever love.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, “don’t sacrifice yourself for duty’s sake.”

“I’m not,” his eyes search your face wonderingly. “Let me stay. Let me stay, and prove it to you.”

“Only if it is what you want,” he insists. “You need not—” You silence him, pressing your lips to his. You are—inexpert, desperate, perfect. He closes his eyes and anchors himself on your shore, his hands the only part of him that’s sure as he takes yours.

“Let me show you all the ways I love you,” you repeat, and Tooru nods. You smile when he does, and the sky splits open above you.

He senses it before he wakes, opening his eyes to the weak sun in the early morning. There’s been a shift in the wind and his muscles are sore. He doesn’t mind it; the mark of work well done.

He can see it, feel it, as you wake, eyes fluttering open to rest on his face.

His wife is very, very pleased.

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liar-liarpantsonfire · 1 year

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Black Butler Characters Playing The Pocky Game

Disclaimer! All of the characters that are cannonly minors are aged up!

My au can be seen in this post!

My grammar is awful, my apologies if there is mistakes!

Summary: The pocky game everyone's heard of it and most people have played it! So why not introduce it to the Black Butler characters?

Modern or Victorian: This is set in the modern day.

Apparently no matter the universe there exists a game involving stick-like biscuits covered in a delicious coating with all sorts of flavours. The pocky game, the game where you each place your lips on the end of the biscuit and slowly inch closer until one of you backs out or eventually your lips meet. No matter the universe, this game seems to follow you. Regardless of the game though, you had to admit that the treat was delicious and you couldn't deny the game was entertaining.

One lovely day while shopping you spotted the treat and bought a few boxes, slipping them into your bag and beginning to head home, pulling out your phone and messaging them to ask if they'd like to have some snacks and mabey play a game?

Once you got back you placed your bag down, sitting on the couch and pulling out your phone. You aimlessly scrolled through tiktok before getting a notification to let you know they were on their way. Perfect.

Sebastian Michaelis

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Sebastian looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello dear." He said softly, looking to you and meeting your eyes with a small smile. "What exactly is this game then and these snacks, pocky?" Straight to the point, as usual. He walked in, shutting the door behind him.

You smiled, reaching into your bag and pulling out one of the boxes, passing it to Sebastian. "Mhm! They're just stick-like biscuits covered in chocolate but they come in all sorts of flavours, try one." You smiled, watching him closely, curious to see his reaction as you sat together. He carefully opened the box, taking one out and placing the rest to the side as he took a bite.

"Its nice, I suppose, you humans do have odd ideas for food." He said firmly causing you to look away, a little embarrassed that you'd forgotten he couldn't quite taste food or at least not the food you were used to. "So this game?" He raised an eyebrow and your head perked up again.

"Right the game!" You took another stick from the box. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet. Make sense?" You asked gently, Sebastian nodding. "Perfect."

You placed your lips on one end, Sebastian following. Your eyes met his as you slowly inched towards each other, each taking small bites. You looked away from his eyes, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face.

After a moment, you felt your lips meet, Sebastian's hand on your cheek. He nibbled at your bottom lip, taking the last peice of the snack from you but he didn't pull away, and neither did you. Soft clicking and smacking noises filled the empty room before Sebastian slowly pulled away.

"I think I'd say I won that round." He had a sort of smug expression on his face that made you want to try again.

"Round two?" You suggested with a confident smile but he shook his head, his hand now on your waist.

"I think I have a different idea." He said softly, his lips meeting yours once again.

Ciel Phantomhive

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Ciel looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Ciel gave you a gentle nod to thank you for letting him in before sitting on the couch and looking up to you. You shut the door, pulling a box of pocky from the bag and sitting next to him.

"Pocky?" He looked up to you with an almost judging expression which you simply ignored.

"Mhm, just try it." You said firmly, Ciel's judging expression not leaving him. "You like sweet things, don't you?"

"I have to be in the mood-"

"Just try it." You interrupted causing him to roll his eyes and open the box, pulling one out and taking a bite. He finished it pretty quickly, looking to you. "Did you like it?"

Ciel sighed and nodded. "Yes, it was nice." He said firmly, "Now, you said something about a game? Care to tell me?" The expression on his face no longer judgemental but curious.

"Right, yes." You smiled. "The game is simple, really, we each attach our lips to opposite ends of the treat and take small bites. The first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet and you'll have to. Does that make sense?" Ciel sighed.

"Yes, that does."

"Perfect." You took another stick of pocky out of the box, attaching your lips to one end and Ciel doing the same. You inched closer, not keeping eye contact with him.

After a moment you could feel his gentle breath mixing with yours as he took the last bite, your lips meeting for a moment before you both, slowly, pulled away.

Ciel looked up to you with a blush, clearing his throat. "Uhm. I dont think either of us won that." He looked away. You shook your head, shuffling closer to him, placing your hand on his chin and kissing him softly, again, making eye contact. "No, we didn't..."

Alois Trancy

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Alois looked to you with a soft smile "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello love!" He chirped, walking in as you shut the door behind him. "Its nice to see you again, it's been a while." You nodded, "Too long." Your tone was gentle, Alois smiling as you spoke.

You sat on the couch with him, your hands brushing against each other. Alois looked to the bag then back up at you. "Soooo what snacks did you get?" The curiosity and joy in his voice was rather sweet in a way.

You grabbed the bag, pulling out a box of pocky passing it to Alois. He examined it before just opening the box and pulling out a stick and taking a bite, his eyes sparkling as he did so. He quickly finished it, making eye contact with you. "These are great! Where'd you get them?" You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Most grocery stores sell them, if you want to get the best ones there's that little shop in town that sells a bunch of Japanese snacks. The ones they sell in there are really good!" You beamed, Alois giggling softly at your slight ramble. He nodded, thanking you and taking out another stick of pocky and placing it into his mouth.

"There's also a game you can play with them that I wanted to show you!"

"A game?" You'd definitely peaked his curiosity.

You nodded, taking out a stick. "One player puts one end of the stick in their mouth and the other follows. You take small bites and the one who backs out first looses and if neither of you back out your lips will eventually meet." He said firmly.

"So it's a game of chicken?"

"Essentially, yeah!"

"Sounds fun!" Alois chirped. You nodded, placing one end of the stick in your mouth and signaling for the him to do the same which he happily did. You slowly inched towards closer and closer, you lips grazed against each other and before you could pull away Alois took the last bit from your mouth, his hand slipping into your hair. You slowly moved closer but Alois pulled away as you did so.

"Why did yo?-" He put a finger to your lips, pulling out another stick.

"Round two? I believe I won the first one." Alois said with a sort of cocky smirk. You nodded, placing your lips on one end of the stick and him following.

Grell Sutcliff

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Grell looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let her in.

"Hello, darling!" She walked in, shutting the door behind her, hugging you gently. She was in that red coat she always wore, her body heat mixed with yours in the embrace. After a moment, she let go, sitting on the couch with you.

You both made polite conversation for a while before you pulled a box of pocky out of your bag. Grell looked to the box in your hands; smiling, you passed it to her. "Pocky?" She looked up at you with a curious expression or was it confused? Mabey a little bit of both! You nodded, signaling for her to open the box. She did so, taking one out and starting to eat it. Grell looked to you with a smile as she finished it, "Those are really nice." She said gently, box still in hand.

You took one out and nodded. "They are." You said softly. "What's great about them is the game you can play, care to try?" Grell nodded and you smiled to yourself. "The rules are simple, each person places one end of the stick into their mouth and they get closer as they take small bites, first one to back out looses!"

"And if neither of you back out?"

"The person with the bigger peice at the end wins either way but if neither of you back out it'll end with your lips meeting. Does that make sense?" She nodded and you smiled. "Perfect!"

You attached your lips to one end of the stick, Grell doing the same. You both got closer and closer slowly, you could feel her breath against your lips and smell her red lipstick. After a moment, you lips met and Grell gently gripped your shirt, the other hand on your waist, as she pulled you closer. Soft smacking and clicking sounds filled the room, Grell not letting go for a little while.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away and you had a light blush grazing your cheeks, as did she. Red lipstick marked you lips, the taste of the pocky still in your mouth. Grell placed the box to the side, "Screw the game." She said softly, pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate.

William T Spears

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and William looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Will walked in, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. "Hello, dear." He said firmly, it wasn't he didn't want to be there, he'd just finished working overtime curtsey of Grell. You sat him down, sitting across from him.

"How was overtime?" You asked, desperately trying not to giggle, he certainly wasn't amused by the teasing.

"Fine, thank you."

You sighed softly, pulling out a box of pocky and passing it to him. "Try one." Will sighed, opening the box and pulling a stick of pocky out, eating it and looking to you.

"Its not bad. Is this all you asked me to come over for?" He gave you a look but you knew he was being genuine.

"Mmm kind of! I also wanted to show you a game involving them!" You shuffled closer to him.

"Go on?"

"Ok! So!" You took out another stick. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet." You had an almost confident smile as you explained.

"Sounds like a waste of time." He sighed. "But if it'll make you happy." You nodded. "Alright then..."

You placed your lips on one end on the stick and Will followed, you both got closer slowly, bite after bite. As Will went to pull away, you took the last piece, your lips meeting. After a moment, he leant into it, his hand on your arm before slowly pulling away again. He cleared his throat and you pulled out another stick.

"Round two?"

That's it for now! I may end up making another one if anyone has any other characters they'd like to see! If you do please let me know! <3

#black butler #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #blackbutler #x reader #pocky challenge #pocky game #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x reader #ciel phantomhive #ciel x reader #alois trancy #alois x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #grell sutcliff #grell x reader #william t spears #william x reader

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desceros · 5 months

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I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?

So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?

Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)

never ever ever feel bad for blurple villain au posting

i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.

...except when it comes to leo.

ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.

(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)

leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.

taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.

...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.

once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)

@gbao3 tag youre it

#ask tag #blurple villain au #probably wise lmfao. they always have such amazing additions and im like. oh. time to lie here on the floor.#then i'm like. ....actually no fuck you YOU get on the floor.#and then we go back and forth with this until we're both on the floor.

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bedoballoons · 11 months

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Genshin Men Headcannons:

~Waking you up in the morning~

(Includes: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer, Aether, Albedo, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaveh, and Diluc)

Summary: GN! Reader! Really fluffy!

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Venti:

Venti sat at the edge of the bed, a gentle breeze blowing through the room as he hummed quietly. He leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before quietly speaking, "Good morning...the sun's already out waiting for us." He leaned his head softly against yours with a dreamy smile as you slowly opened your eyes.

Xiao:

Xiao stared at you for a moment, moving a piece of hair away from your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek. He placed the softest kiss on your lips before gently setting down a qinxing flower by the night stand and disappearing away. He preferred to let you sleep in, not wanting to wake you from such a deep rest.

Kazuha:

Kazuha was holding you gently, his forehead against yours as he watched you peacefully, you looked so beautiful even in sleep. He wished the two of you could stay like this forever and even as the sun began to rise he didn't dare move. He'd let you decide when you both wake up.

Heizou:

Heizou smiled, leaning over you he placed gentle kisses on your face, each one filled with love till he landed on your lips. He deepened the kiss just enough to stir you awake before whispering into your ear, "I love you~"

Wanderer:

He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed he had to wake you. He softly shook you, mutter light curses under his breath when you refused to open your eyes. He bit his lip considering wether to just leave you there and continue on with his day...but he actually enjoyed your presence even if he didn't admit it. "...wake up...it's morning."

Aether:

Aether smiled happily at you, leaning in close he placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you soft loving butterfly kisses. "Wake uuuup I made breakfast.." His hand gently taking yours and holding it till you started to open your eyes. The delicious smell of your favourite breakfast making you hungry.

Albedo:

Albedo didn't wake you up just yet, instead he had set petals all over the bed and got out his paints. You looked so sweet, peaceful and he couldn't help but want to capture the moment. The sun beaming in slightly through the window onto you, it's rays illuminating you in the perfect way. You woke up a bit later to find him making breakfast his painting of you proudly displayed for you to see.

Zhongli:

Zhongli placed a gentle hand on your cheek, leaning in he gave you a soft kiss, the smell of hot tea and coffee making your body long for their warmth. His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke to you, "Good morning, I've ordered breakfast and though I know you'd prefer to sleep in, I'd like you to join me for morning tea...watch the sunrise, it truly is beautiful." The way he spoke you couldn't help but agree with him your eyes fluttering open.

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham didn't wake you, instead he left a note apologizing for his absence with a good amount of mora next to it for you to buy yourself a nice breakfast. He had felt bad for not being able to stay with you but he was busy and didn't want to wake you at the early time he had to leave...

Ayato:

Ayato placed a soft kiss against your lips, his hand softly holding up your chin and his breath warm on your face. "Good morning my love..." He said quietly, in his free hand he held a a small twig of sakura flowers and their soft floral scent smelled wonderful on him. He kissed you again, all of the perfect things he had done pulling you out of your sleep.

Kaveh:

Kaveh gently nuzzled his face against yours, a bright smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you. His words quiet yet filled with excitement, "Good morning you goregous being! How about today we go for a walk, I heard there loads of butterflies in this one area and I think it would be wonderful to sketch their. I even have enough mora to buy us each a coffee~" His offer was tempting and as he kissed your cheek you could only smile, opening your eyes to greet him.

Diluc:

Diluc gentle moved your hair out of your face, he almost reconsidered waking you at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully but Adelinde had already made breakfast and he knew you wouldn't want it cold. He gently kissed your lips before speaking, "Join me for breakfast? I'll carry you down stairs..." His invitation was enough to pull you out of dreamland and back into reality, his arms wrapping around you.

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~Requests open!~

Sorry if any of these are a little ooc! I had a tough night and I think my writing is lacking a little because of it...I hope you still enjoyed though!

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therockandarock · 2 years

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girlfriend | robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

warnings- fluff, bob blushing, swearing, alcohol, smut, unprotected sex, i was too lazy to proofread lol

18+ minors DNI!!!

reader works at hard deck :)

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You knew that look. As you skated around drunk men and took the orders of nearly the whole bar his gaze never left yours. For weeks now you two had been balancing on a tightrope of teasing and heated moments.

When Robert “Bob” Floyd first arrived for his mission you two had hit it off right away. His being sober at The Hard Deck called for him striking up conversation with you as much as he could. One night after your shift ended you stayed up sitting on the bar stools for nearly 3 hours talking about anything you could. The week after that you couldn’t wait to see him walk through the bar doors just to get a chance to talk again.

He began to infiltrate your thoughts almost constantly. As you were talking again late one night your eyes couldn’t help but drift their gaze to his lips. He was explaining something to you about the mechanics of his jet, but your mind had wandered to what his lips would feel like against your own. A hot blush crept up your neck as you realized you had begun to harbor feelings for the man.

On an impulse you sprang forward and kissed him in the middle of his sentence, completely silencing him. You pulled back just as quickly, and Bob just blinked at you, processing if what had just happened actually did.

You quickly muttered an apology and Bob just shook his head. You turned away from him immediately regretting your impulsive decision. Your face burning, you began to regret everything you’d said to the man, thinking you’d read him all wrong.

You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again.

This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth.

The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing.

Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer.

You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions.

As time went on you began to see each other frequently, in and out of the bedroom. No one could have prepared you for the skill Bob provided when you began sleeping together. While no label had been discussed between you two, you knew there was something more. Besides the near-perfect chemistry you two had when you slept together, your conversations and communication were the best you’d had with any man.

Afraid to mess up whatever was going on between you two, you never pushed for a label or serious commitment. You knew he was working hard on a dangerous mission, and you didn’t want to ruin this (partly because he was the best lay you’ve ever had).

Little did you know Bob felt the same way. The man was obsessed with you. Despite not enjoying the bar scene he made sure to be at The Hard Deck as much as he could. Penny found it absolutely adorable. Bob thought about you constantly. When he was flying, during important briefings, before bed, hell even when he was brushing his damn teeth.

He was afraid that proposing a relationship would freak you out, but also understood being in a relationship with a pilot could be a draining one. So, he kept things as they were. Casual. But not. He’d never in his life been able to fuck a girl, then talk about which constellation was his favorite, or why certain childhood memories meant more to him than others. It was something he loved about your dynamic.

But here you were. It was getting late and even more busy as the night went on. While nights were always pretty packed, Friday nights were the worst. Bob and the rest of the Dagger Squad had shown up earlier playing pool and darts, and discussing new ideas for their mission.

You had snuck in some conversation with Bob when he was sent to the bar to collect another round, but the crowd kept you busy and your mind preoccupied with all the orders.

The Dagger Squad had their suspicions that Bob liked you, but never in a million years did they think you two were actually “something”.

Hangman especially. The man could never not flirt with you. You always shot him down, but it became some sort of game to him. Bob always observed, but seeing as you rarely even responded to Jake, he found it more amusing.

So when Hangman announced in the middle of who knows what round of pool, “Well damn. Seems like I’ve got some competition at the bar.” Bob’s heart rate picked up.

His head swung over to you taking an attractive man’s order while laughing and shaking your head. His brows furrowed as you continued to smile while you made his drink.

Bob put down his pool stick and muttered a quick excuse to get away from the game. Phoenix shot Rooster a knowing look that he returned.

You were handing the same guy, even more attractive up close, his drink as Bob placed his elbows on the bar. You turned to him and your eyes widened as you registered who was before you.

“Hi”, you blushed.

He continued to stare at you then switched his gaze to the man who was retreating to his table.

“Who was that?” Bob questioned.

“I don’t know. Just some guy.” You were confused by his sharp greeting.

He hummed a reply then pushed his glasses up his nose as he said, “I uh, it just looked like maybe you knew him or something”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head.

“No, no I've never seen him here before actually.”

He once again looked back to the guy then you, “I don’t like him”, he muttered.

You huffed a small laugh then said, “Me either, his attempt at flirting with me was atrocious.”

You laughed again as Bob scoffed. He leaned off the counter onto his hands, and a small smile appeared as he turned back to his friends shaking his head.

It was near closing and the guy from earlier was not letting you out of his sights. Bob had come to pay his near nonexistent tab and whispered to you that he’d wait for you outside till you were finished.

Last call had been announced what seemed like forever ago and this guy had still not left. As you were dragging your rag across the bar top he leaned in too close for your liking.

“You wanna get outta here when you're done?”

“Uh, no. I’m good thanks.”

He just smiled as if you were playing hard to get.

“C’mon girl you were flirting with me all night, don’t leave me hanging.”

You stopped your cleaning and glared at the man. Luckily for you, Penny had overheard his antic from the register. She nearly shouted at the guy, “She doesn’t owe you anything, pal. We’re closing now, you gotta go.”

He shot his hands up in a false act of surrender and laughed as he said, “Alright, alright” and made his way out.

You turned to Penny with wide eyes and shook your head. She laughed and told you to head home and be careful.

Bob was waiting outside the door, just like he said he would. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and reached for you. He grabbed you by the waist, one hand gripping your cheek as he collided his mouth with yours. Your eyes widened at his unusual greeting, but as his lips met yours again you leaned into him. You kissed him back with the same urgency and clasped your hands to his cheeks. He deepened the kiss with a groan and you pulled away, knowing you would find no shame in letting him fuck you outside your place of work if you didn’t.

You caught your breath as you gasped “What was that for?”

He replied with a shy “Nothing”, but turned as you heard a car door slam.

The guy from the bar. You gave Bob a knowing look and he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, blushing.

“Oh my God you were jealous”

“What? No.” He tried to play it off and fake a laugh, which prodded a genuine one from you.

“You can’t deny it, you were showing that guy I was yours.” You stopped dead realizing what had slipped from your lips. His. You opened your mouth to refute your comment, but Bob grabbed your hand and squeezed. You glanced up at him and saw he was giving you a small smile.

“Mine, huh?”, “I’d like that. Like a lot”

You blushed even more at his statement and a smile overcame your features.

“Yeah?” you questioned.

“Yes.” He answered definitely.

“Me too”, you grabbed him by the cheeks again and slotted your lips against his.

He kissed you back slow this time. When he pulled away he gripped your hand and led you to his car. He opened the door for you and jogged back to his side. As he started the car he gave you the look. You nodded back, answering his silent question.

You bit your lip as he slid his hand along your thigh while he started the journey back to your place. He sent you heated glances as he drove and began rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lay on your thigh. Pathetic as it may sound, the light touch turned you on.

You felt that familiar heat spread throughout you as you thought about what was going to proceed in a few moments.

As he pulled to the curb outside your house you both quickly unbuckled and jumped out. Bob grabbed your waist as you made your way to the front door. You felt his body heat radiate as he pressed his front to your back while you shakily unlocked the door. You could feel all of him as he began to press his lips to your neck. You gasped and pushed back against him.

The door finally managed to open, and Bob was quick to spin you and lead you inside. His lips attacked your own as he maneuvered his way to your bedroom. The man knew where to step seeing as he’d made it a mission to christen every piece of furniture you both could. Your bedroom door was pushed open and Bob never broke the kiss as he laid you onto the bed. He was hovering above you as he pulled away and stared at you.

He was panting, as were you, and he slowly sat up and removed his shirt. He tossed it to the floor as he began to place kisses down your neck. You moved your head to the side to give him more room and moaned as he made his way to that tender, sweet spot right at the base of your neck.

As he assaulted your neck his hands made their way under your top to your chest. He squeezed and your back arched up in return. You were panting and becoming impatient.

You quickly removed your own shirt and grabbed Bob’s face to kiss him thoroughly. He kissed you harshly his tongue dancing with your own. You moaned into his mouth and shot your hips up to grind against his own.

He released a sound of his own and pushed his hips into yours, harder. As his hips rolled against just the right spot your mouth opened against his as you groaned. Your back arched with his movements and Bob took the opportunity to unclasp your bra. He dragged the straps down your shoulders and when you were exposed he quickly made work of kissing you. His tongue dragged across your nipple as his hand made work of the other breast. Kneading and squeezing, pinching your nipple as his mouth sucked the other, teeth grazing it as he released it with a pop.

“Please” you begged, not entirely even sure what for.

He leaned down again and began his torment on your other breast. You ground your hips against his and moved one hand to run through the hair at his neck.

Your other hand reached between your bodies and you made quick work of the button on his jeans. You palmed him over his pants and he groaned. He sat up taking the hint your actions called for. He quickly undid your own pants and slid them off impossibly fast. He grabbed the hem of your underwear and slowly, painfully so, slid them over your hips and down your legs. You whined at the torture and lightly wrapped your leg around his own attempting to pull him closer. He huffed a laugh, and slid his jeans and briefs off.

His cock was stiff and hard. He leaked at the tip just as you leaked between your thighs. He crawled back over you and moved his hand over your hip. His fingers slid over your entrance, capturing your arousal as he moved his fingers to your clit. You moaned loudly when he traced circles over you and watched you with glazed-over eyes.

While you normally would have basked in the foreplay, right now you needed him.

“I need you”, you breathily said.

“I’ve got you”, was all he said as he leaned down and sensually kissed you. You felt him move to your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside you. You both moaned into each other as his length stretched you. His thrusts started slow, but not soft. He was rocking into you, hands supporting himself over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held him as close as you could. He was yours. Your arms covered his shoulders and you panted and squirmed under him. He picked up his pace and you threw your head back at the sensation. He was hitting you in just the right spot.

He pushed his head into your neck and placed loose kisses there. His lips pressed against your ear as he practically moaned, “You’re mine. All mine.”

Your moans grew louder as he thrust and thurst inside you. He could feel you growing closer, consequences to his words.

He reached down and rubbed furious circles around your clit. You felt the familiar heat grow in your lower spine and you whined. He lifted his head and held your eyes as he urged you to come.

You came around him and he groaned at the sight. His head fell back to your ear as he whispered how beautiful you looked as you came.

His thrusts became uneven and his pace faltered. You gripped his back and pushed him as far into you as you could. You kissed everything you could reach and kept repeating “I’m yours”, until he stilled and finished inside you.

He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed, taking you into his arms. You cuddled in a blissful daze, saying nothing as he pushed your hair behind your ears.

“I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for God knows how long.”

You glanced at him through your lashes and smiled. “Me too” you murmured.

“I’m glad we're on the same page then”, he blushed.

Your smile only grew as he pulled you into him and traced aimlessly on your bare back until you both found a peaceful slumber.

#robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #top gun maverick #tgm #tgm x reader #bob #bob x female reader #top gun #one shot

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gosmigenergy · 7 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Five

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

BODY WORSHIP (MOUTH) / FISH PEOPLE / FACE-SITTING/FACE-FUCKING

Summary: Benny has a mouth on him and you’re going to make sure he puts it to good use.

Day Five of @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompt list.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, oral - female receiving, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.8k

You had never met someone as vocal as Benny Miller.

Santiago could slip out of bed, get himself sorted and leave his place without a sound, sending you a courtesy message later. Will was equally as stealthy however he’d nudge you awake to let you know he was on his way out and sleepily, you’d accepted his kiss. Frankie tried but usually woke you up at some point, bringing an apology coffee for disturbing you.

If Benny was awake, his universe was awake.

He never purposefully talked to you yet he’d hum, whistle or sing to himself as he wandered round the space. Once he closed the door behind him, he was in the belief that sound doesn’t travel and you questioned how he survived all those years in the force.

In the kitchen, he’d play his morning playlist loud, slam every cupboard or draw and from this distance, throw inanimate objects across the room without a care in the world and today, he wasn’t even cooking.

You grumble, cocooning yourself in the duvet and snuggling deeper into the pillow, praying that drown the noise with their fluffy interior.

It never bothered you that much.

Last night is very much to blame. What was meant to be a quickie before bed turned into a marathon meaning you were tired, tender and a little bit fragile, you just really needed to sleep in this morning.

Benny basically wakes up the same time everyday, his internal body clock telling him to get up and train in his home gym.

Part of you was jealous of his capabilities to be a morning person, other parts of you weren’t.

He continued in his escapades for another fifteen minutes then you heard the bang as he closed the door to his garage come gym. You prayed that you could go back to sleep, you rolled onto your right side and closed your eyes.

Rather than returning to slumber, your mind had other ideas.

You pushed the thoughts away at first, trying to override your brain into thinking it was time to sleep. Then it one upped you and made you think of Benny, dressed in that vest and shorts combo he always wears, a cap stopping his hair from falling over his face.

Stop that.

You roll over again agitated, screwing your eyes tighten.

It didn’t help, actually, it made things worse.

Apparently your mind is really good at remembering the finer details. How his shorts ride up and hug his thighs, the perfect triangle of moisture that forms on his top, how his throat bobs when he takes a drink. Flashbacks to when he was on top of you, sweat clinging to his skin in a fine dew, the ripple of his abs underneath your fingers tips, hot breath tickling your neck as he pants and grunts.

Fuck, now you were horny and pissed.

You lay there helplessly, studying the ceiling, hoping that the moment would pass.

It didn’t.

Your pussy throbbed with desire.

Throwing the covers off, you stand up to be greeted by the morning chill before hurrying to cover yourself with something. His hoody is the closest thing to you, pulling your arms through quickly and wrapping it around your frame. You didn’t bother zipping it up, didn’t even take the time to put on underwear because you could only think of one thing.

Walking down the hall, you push your weight against the door.

Your arrival startles him yet his reactions are swift. He puts his equipment back and drops his headphones from his ears. His face had creased with concern, brows knotted as you stand there, arms folded.

“You ok, darlin’?”

“No,” you said sharply.

His eyes narrowed, at least you didn’t say you were fine when you clearly weren’t.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Lay back on the bench.”

He blinks a couple of times, his mouth moving to say something but he found himself a little lost for words. Taking his headphones off, he placed them by his feet, shuffling his ass away from the bench a fraction. He assumed he wasn’t going to be doing any more weights.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about…”

You pursed your lips together before storming over to him, his mouth still moving, still talking though nothing was audible, not for you.

“Benny,” your hand settled on his chest.

He stopped, mouth hanging agape as he flashed those green eyes at you. The corner of your lips curled as you cocked your head to one side, deepening your hooded gaze.

“I’m gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

Benny didn’t have a chance to process the information before you threw on leg over his head and sat on his face. Your slick pussy pressed against his lips and he breathed in your musk as your enveloped him, thighs crushing. He sniggered, chest quivering and that suddenly, in your anger, concerned you.

You take the bar in your hands and lift yourself off, still remaining centimetres away from him.

“Are you trying to kill me already?”

You didn’t respond, merely looking down at him with a glare.

“Just,” he swallowed. “Give me some space to breathe, yeah?”

He stroked the backs of your legs as you settle back down. Your calves screaming, they weren’t ready for squatting this early in the day.

A shiver ran up your spine as he gently nudge your clit with his nose. He wanted to say something about how wet you were, how sensitive, ask what got you in such a state but it was clear that you were not in the mood for conversation.

He circled your blossoming pussy with his tongue before pushing the tip between your lips.

The tension falls from your shoulders as you sigh, your grip around the bar loosening.

He took you in his mouth at a leisurely pace, suckling softly on your inner lips before releasing them and soothing them with his tongue. Repeating the motions, he gauged his strength with how you responded. You’d hum with delicate touches, hiss through gritted teeth if he used his own but you weren’t complaining.

Benny could tell whatever you were feeling earlier had begun to subside, the skin under his palm clammy as the temperature of your body rose. His cheeks were burning with the stifling heat.

He dragged his tongue over your folds.

You shudder, a ragged breath falling from your chest as he catches your clit in his mouth. He teases slightly with his tongue, happy to see a smile crack across your face as you break into a giggle.

You couldn’t stay mad at him.

He nuzzles, groaning to send the vibrations through your already weeping pussy.

“Shit.”

You go to grab his hair with one hand, forgetting about his cap until you’d clawed into the fabric. He continued the act over and over again until your muscles were spasming under his touch, until he knew you were fit to burst.

Placing his hands over your ass, he yanks you down sharply. Giving you no chance to speak, he shoved his tongue into your opening, craning his neck to delve further. You let out a cry, nails burying deeper into the fabric of his cap, slipping it from his dark blonde locks.

He laps at your freshly flowing juices, eating from you like you were his lat meal on earth. He savours you, moaning as he shovels more of your arousal into his mouth.

It doesn’t take long for your belly to contact, your desire burning low as you thrust to gain friction on that little bundle of nerves.

Benny tries to stop your hips from moving, his fingertips gripping harder against your curves. He knew you were getting desperate to reach orgasm except he didn’t want to lose this view. He loved watching you on top even if you were fighting every instinct to not look at him.

You mewled when he forced you to stay still.

He squeezed his hand three times, praying you’d look at him, that you’d let him know you were ok.

Nothing.

He does it again and it finally garners your attention.

Your head drops and you blink slowly, brows furrowed. You wished you could read faces, it wouldn’t help in this situation, with Benny’s half covered but maybe you could see what was going on behind his eyes.

He tries one more time.

You relax your hand, his cap falling to the bench. Meeting his hand, you entwine your fingers into his and squeeze his hand twice, hoping that’s what he wanted.

His eyebrows wiggle.

There’s an emptiness when he pulls back, lucky for you it will be forgotten about in seconds.

He flattens his entire tongue against your pussy and draws up slowly, feeling your every ridge, every grove. The tang of your juices permeates his tastebuds, the scent of your musk growing heavy in his nostrils.

You inhaled, head rolling back, mouth parted. Your lungs were full yet you held the air, your mind focused entirely on him. He lets the moment drag, ensuring to hit every point that lights up each nerve-ending. Dropping his end to the bench, he flicks his tongue over your clit and your lower body tingles with excitement.

He makes a swift return, lips latching onto your clit before he sucks it in.

Your exhale is harsh, the literal sense of him taking your breath away.

“Oh, fuck, Benny.”

Your hands tighten as your body draws in on itself, your legs threatening to give way as his Adam’s apple bobs. He’s pulling you nearer, the pressure of his mouth around your clit growing stronger until it was too much.

You ripped yourself away from him.

Holding onto the bar is what stop you collapsing completely, the vibrations surging through every inch of your body. You allow the moment to pass, sighing as it dissipates, your anger replaced with bliss.

His hand coming up to your side makes you flinch.

Benny is looking pleased for himself, a wide grin, your slick coating his cupid’s bow.

You find yourself laughing, cheeks blushing with the embarrassment of getting him so messy. You pull the cuffs of his hoody over your hands before covering your face. He took the opportunity to worm his way between you and his gym equipment, bringing you close and pressing a kiss on your belly, another on your chest.

“Now…”

You peek over your hands.

“What did I do to deserve that?”

Revealing your face, you bite into your bottom lip.

Why did he have to look at you like that? Like a puppy who knew they were about to be scolded for humping your teddy bear yet again.

“You were kind of,” you clear your throat, “loud getting up.”

“This morning?”

Your expression scrunched.

It clicked.

He hadn’t even thought. It had been a while since he had someone else around, someone who spent more than one night in his bed, who was guaranteed to still be there in the morning. He knocked the wind out of you when he hugged you close.

“I forgot how much our girl needed her beauty sleep.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Our girl.

You ran your fingers through his hair, basking in his comment.

“Though if this happens every time —“

“Aaaand the moment’s ruined.”

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #kinktober

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kidnappedbycartoons · 10 months

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Returning to Tumblr solely because I'm back on my Zutara shit. That moment in the catacombs was such a perfect setup, let me break it down.

Zuko being the one to reach out first

At this point, Zuko had been moving towards a more positive lifestyle and it shows in his reaction. Even though he is frustrated when Katara yells at him, he doesn't lash out or use his firebending. Season one Zuko wouldn't have been able to do this, look at that growth. Instead, he apologizes to her and attempts to connect with her by bringing up his mother as well.

Up until this point, the only people that Katara could talk to about the Fire Nation taken away her mother were other victims of the Fire Nation. On top of that, Zuko has been chasing down Aang for a hot minute. Who would've thought that the son of the Fire Lord also experienced the pain of losing his mother? Would've been able to understand that pain and loss? Would've been able to bond with her through that?

Katara offering to heal him with the water from the Spirit Oasis

Once again, I don't think people realize how impactful this is. This is water from the Spirit Oasis. She literally says that she has been saving it for something important. And as we all know, she only had enough for one use which ended up being healing Aang. But Katara offered to heal ZUKO'S scar with it. On top of that, let's look back.

Katara apologizes to him for yelling and feels comfortable enough with him to tell him that whenever she thought of the enemy, she thought of him. Mind you, she's using past tense. Clearly, after the two of them managed to open up to each other, she started to see him as the person he is and not just the enemy. And Zuko feels comfortable enough to tell her how he views the scar Ozai gave him and his recent revelations. These two have been on opposite sides for months, but it only took a few minutes or hours at most, for them to reach this level of comfortability with each other. Don't think so?

Zuko lets Katara touch the scar

Zuko has been very self-conscious of his scar whenever someone brought it up or drew attention to it. So for him to allow Katara to get close enough and place her hand on the physical representation of his trauma and pain just shows how safe he feels with her in this moment. And not just him, but for Katara to feel safe enough to even get that close to him without worrying if he was going to lash out and she would have to put him in his place. Do y'all not see the material? They trusted each other in this moment.

Of course, we get cut off by Aang and Iron pulling up which leads to the next point.

The looks

When Katara and Aang hug, Zuko glares at Aang. Now, it is highly possible that this is because a part of him still feels the need to catch the Avatar, but coming after that scene, doesn't it read like jealousy?

And as Katara leaves, she looks back at Zuko who is looking away with a sad expression. In that moment, in those catacombs, she felt something. As Katara will tell Zuko before their field trip, she trusted him. It's the emotional intimacy for me.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #zutara #prince zuko #atla katara #katara

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xocasper · 1 year

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I wanna read Ray toro hurting me (sexually) and enjoying it (sexually) cuz of his enormous cock (sexually)

this ask is so funny so i'm posting the excerpt under it. here is ray toro x fem reader sadomasochism/size kink/literally fucks you dumb AND numb but he's really nice about it/dacryphilia/straight up porn by yours truly. enjoy xoxo

his cock is buried inside of you, stretching you open more than his fingers ever could. it’s a snug fit but you take him so well, biting your lip to distract yourself from the burn. it hurts in the best way possible, and your shallow breathing fills the silence as he pushes deeper.

“take all of it for me,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

you feel like he's going to split you open, letting out a soft sob and squeezing your eyes shut, trying to prevent them from watering. he notices, caressing your cheek and shushing you softly. he knows you can take it. he’s never bottomed out, knowing how sensitive you are, but you swore that you could handle it. you want to behave for him, letting him stuff you full of his cock like a good girl should. he wouldn’t push you if didn’t want this, and he's watching you carefully to make sure he still has your consent.

“look at you, my pretty girl,” he coos, watching his cock disappear inside of you, nearly every inch enveloped in warmth. “you’re doing so well.”

another cry spills out, muffled as you clasp your hand over your mouth, clenching hard around him. he moans and your thighs threaten to close, but his hands swiftly move to pry them open. he’s so close, giving a sudden push and sinking in completely. tears well in your eyes and you quickly blink them away, but he’s already seen them. it’s totally sadistic, but it turns him on more to see you like that. you’re crying over his cock, quiet sobs escaping you because he's too big for his sweet girl. but you’re so obedient, suffering through the unbearable stretch and digging your nails into his biceps, taking a shaky breath before telling him to continue.

“please,” you beg, voice teetering on the edge of breakage. “please move.”

you sound vastly uncertain, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. “are you sure?”

his voice is so gentle, and he’s caressing your thighs as if he’ll shatter you. his delicacy has your heart pounding, and you answer with as much confidence as you can. “yes, please.”

god, you’re so fucking good to him. slowly, he pulls his hips back, listening to you gasp as your muscles contract again. just as soon though, he’s pushing back in, and the burn and hot tears return. yet, everything’s alright—you’re into the pain as much as he is, moaning at the stretch and soaking his cock.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, lazily rolling his hips against yours. “gonna let me come inside you, baby? fill this pretty pussy up?”

you nod, whining as he nestles himself inside of you. in almost every way, you’re his, fueling his lust even further. it’s insatiable, and ray’s barely holding himself back as his hips rock against yours. he loses focus for a moment and tunes into his desires, giving a particularly harsh thrust, only for his eyes to shoot open and down to you. his first thought is to coddle you and apologize, but your lips are parted and you’re squeezing the life out of his arms. you’re enjoying it, and he can’t help but pause to admire you, briefly falling out of rhythm.

you’re at war with yourself. it hurts, but he's holding you close and gazing down at you like you hung the fucking moon. the pain makes your head spin, twisting into a sick sort of pleasure, and you're moaning at the warmth it brings. he's filling the air with the same sounds, and it makes everything remarkably easier. it's all in your head, and with a bit of effort, you can focus on ray. how he's feeling, how perfect he thinks you are for letting him use you. it's arousing, and you grip his arms a little tighter at his imaginary praise.

it’s not long before you're numb to the pain, your head too cloudy to feel anything, really. ray's pulling you a little closer as his pace picks up, his touch as loving as ever. your eyes flutter open to see his staring back, swimming with a foreign hunger. he’s always so gentle—he takes care of you, always meeting your needs and making sure that you’re okay. but now? you don’t really want to be okay. you want to see him basking in euphoria and moaning as he comes inside you, blissed-out after using you to fulfill his own fantasies.

“more,” is all you can manage, the word coming out as a whimper.

it’s a simple request, but it still surprises him. ray would never deny you anything, although he still glances down to make sure you’re certain. “really?” he breathes, panting as he shines with sweat.

he sounds hopeful, so you nod, moaning as he thrusts a bit harder. “mhm, god, please,” you beg, the words running together until you can barely understand yourself.

his name is on your tongue and it’s spoken like a prayer, desperate and pleading for him to ruin you. there's a building pressure, and everything starts to feel tense. he’s growing rougher, head falling forward as he moans without restraint, gripping your thighs and pounding into you until it hurts. even as the tears begin to fall, you can’t tell him to stop. you can’t take this from him, so you slur obscenities and cling to him like your life depends on it. and it’s worth it, because he looks so pretty behind the mess of curls, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. you’re the one who did this to him, wrecking him the same way he’s wrecking you.

it all starts to fade, becoming too much, too quick, and the pressure lifts. you’re oblivious to tears that roll down your cheeks and how you’re so much louder than he is. you’re just staring up at him with wide, watery eyes that beg him to come. warmth ripples through you but you hardly notice, too delirious and drunk on his touch to revel in it. no, you’re focused on him.

“look at you,” he muses again, so in awe at the sight before him.

it’s like he can’t believe that this is real. you’re a dream, his fairytale girl. you're so perfect and kind, giving everything you have to him, even if it hurts. he’s more aware of your orgasm than you are, feeling you tighten around him in repetition until his body’s doing the same. he’s panting and his hips are stuttering, thighs tensing up and he thrusts one final time. his word is good, and you watch as he comes inside you, focus melting into bliss as his breathing evens out. you’re still gazing up at him and he’s half convinced that he broke you. he carefully pulls out and memorizes the scene—your lax figure and stained cheeks, all proof of your perfection.

it’s quiet, save for his murmured praise. he kisses your temple, soft and easy, cradling you like a china doll. it’s like you’ve forgotten how to move, still so numb, but you take a rattled breath and form a few words.

“did i do good?”

he’s surprised that you have to ask, but he wastes no time reassuring you. “you did wonderful.”

you sniffle and roll onto your side, ignoring the stickiness that coats your thighs. everything else seems trivial—all you need is ray, his warmth and comfort, making sure you’re alright before he leaves to clean up. and he does, letting you nuzzle into his chest and play with his hair. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, resting his head on top of yours until you’re drowsy and okay. that’s all that matters to him.

your eyes fall shut, and there’s a light dip in the mattress when he gets up, leaving a cold emptiness in his wake. it’s not long until he returns though, placing water on the nightstand and wiping the mess away. you don’t register much more than that, just his embrace and a hint of pride as the same thought orbits your head.

you did good.

#answered asks #casper after dark #ray toro x reader #ray toro smut #not adding my taglist because it's literally an excerpt and not going on my masterlist or anything #gender is crazy but i would let ray toro feminize me as much as he wants

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Nico hischier is so husband material. Like literally does anything for you. Your back hurts? He’s making you lay down so he can massage it.

I am missing sweet Nico. I’m going to use Nico and Lexi here to get the maximum sweetness. Hope you don’t mind 😘

Warnings: Swearing, Flufffffffy

Grittiness fill my eyes as I lean back in the elevator. I am returning for the first time after a long weekend shift at the hospital. My work as a pediatric nurse is feeling less and less rewarding these days. My feet are killing me. I’m so tired that I cannot even think straight. As the doors open, I cringe, remembering the state of the apartment when I left. Nico had been gone on a road trip and I didn’t have time to clean anything up before I headed for my shift. Now, he’ll be sleeping and I’m so exhausted, I don’t think I can muster any energy to clean. I’ll have to apologize for leaving our communal space such a mess.

I fumble in my bag, trying to find the keys to the apartment. I dig and dig to no avail. I’m getting increasingly frustrated, tears building in my eyes. I drop everything in my arms to the floor including my large, Yeti water bottle. I lean my head back towards the ceiling, resisting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. I am toddler level overtired. I need to get inside before I lose my shit completely.

The lock flips suddenly and the door opens to reveal Nico.

“You’re up?” I say startled.

“Yeah! Couldn’t wait to see you.” He grins, lunging forward to pull me into his arms. He feels so good against my tired and worn body. I turn my nose into his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smells like fresh body wash and his hair is still slightly wet. I kiss my way up his cheek as his lips trace along my collar bone. “Hi baby.” He murmurs.

“Hi Neeks. I missed you so much.” I keep my arms wrapped around him so he is stuck leaning down to hold me. His hands massage into my worn back muscles. I melt into his body. I can feel his smile against me as he moves his hands down to the backs of my thighs. He guides my legs around his waist, holding me up with one hand on my butt and gathering my dropped bags.

“You tired?”

“Yeah and stressed. I had a hard shift.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to go right to bed?”

“No, I wanna hang out with you.”

“Okay, I’ll bring you to change.” He drops my bags by the couch then continues down the hall so I can change. “Actually, you should take a shower.”

“Do I smell?” I jolt back from him subconsciously.

“No. But I know you will feel better after a scalding shower.” He kisses my lips. “Hey, how did you get prettier while I was gone?”

“Oh stop.” I laugh, pushing his chest.

“No, baby, I swear. You were at 25/10 and now you’re a 30…?” He moves my hand away, grabbing my hips to pull me flush with him. “I should help you undress. That’s what perfect boyfriends do.” He murmurs, kissing along my jaw. I close my eyes, threading my fingers through his hair and surrendering to him again.

“Neeks…”

“I know, sweets. Just taking your clothes off. Nothing else. But.. you know I want to right?”

“Me too.”

“Good. After your nap.”

“Yeah.”

He chuckles, pulling the top of my scrubs off. My pants come next and then my underwear. I take care of my socks myself. Nico turns the water on in the meantime. I reach for my pony tail, but he beats me to it, unwinding the elastic until my brown locks fall down. “31 now…” He whispers, letting his gaze stroke against all his favorite places before coming back to mine. “Enjoy your boiling.” He leaves after one more kiss.

Nico is right. The shower works wonders. The hot spray pounds my muscles and relaxes them. My hair gets a fresh scrub and my body exfoliated. I take my time, doing some of my specialty skin care to feel as beautiful as Nico insinuated earlier. I am thoroughly clean, lotioned and content when I head into our closet. I pull on Nico’s clothes- a Devils shirt and pair of sweatpants that hang off my frame in a comforting weight. I stop for a moment, bringing the collar to my nose and breathing in his scent.

I run my hands through my wet strands to give them some volume while padding out to the main part of our apartment. My hand slowly falls from my head as I look around, realizing that Nico cleaned. There had been trash overflowing in the kitchen, dirty dishes in the sink. The counters were packed with pens and paper and mail and produce that was going bad. The living room pillows and blankets were strewn about. Laundry baskets of clean clothes made it impossible to use the whole couch. My eyes meet Nico’s.

“You cleaned.”

“Yeah, you were on shift.”

“And you were on the road.” He shrugs, going into the refrigerator and pulling out mayo. That’s when I realize he is making us lunch.

“I got home first.”

“I’m so in love with you.” I whine, coming to bury my face in his back as he finishes folding our sandwiches together. “Thank you.” I kiss along the indent of his spine, then rest my cheek there again.

“You’re welcome. And I love you more.” He turns at the hips, handing me a plate. “What do you want to watch while we eat?”

“Nothing. I want to talk to you. Tell me all about your trip.” I insist.

“It was a little rough.” He sighs.

“Tell me everything.” I say, crossing my legs on the couch and focusing in on him.

“We’re just… struggling.” He shakes his head, munching on a chip. “And I feel like I’m not leading well.”

“No way that is true.” I say after swallowing my first bite. His eyes meet mine. “You’re the perfect leader for this team. You were made for it.”

“Doesn’t feel like it right now.”

“I know you well enough to know you don’t want me to fix it. But promise me you’re being nice to yourself?”

“I am… For you.”

We talk more about the trip through the remainder of the meal. By the time I’m finished eating, I’m so exhausted my eyes can barely stay open. The stress and frustration I had before has melted away with Nico’s love. Now, all that is left is the tiredness and hungover feeling from the long, work weekend.

“You need a nap.” All I can do is not wordlessly in agreement.

Nico wraps an arm around me while we head down the hall to bed.

“You want me in here?”

“Yes. Missed your hot body next to mine.” I mumble. Nico pulls my side of the comforter back so I can crawl in. Once I’m settled, he tucks me in, then ghosts a hand lovingly over my hair. He closes the black out shades before turning on the air purifier for some white noise to drown out mid-day in the city.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna marry you.” I admit with hooded eyes as I watch him round the bed to his side. He chuckles as he tugs his sweatpants off, replacing them with shorts. “Tomorrow work for you?”

“Sure, sweets.” I smile then allow myself to submit to sleep. Nico pulls me into his chest, adjusting us into the perfect sleeping positions we have learned over the months we have been together. His lips skim mine, then he waits, listening for my breathing to even out before he responds.

“Even tomorrow wouldn’t be soon enough for me. Love you, Lex. Forever.”

#what my world spins around au #hockey writing #my writing #writing request #NHL fan fiction

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