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joelmillerisapunk · 1 month

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Free Use, Full Plate

Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Wordcount: 1,741

Summary: Joel's frustrated after a long day at work and takes it out on your pussy. Basically just pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, assplay, fingering, f!oral receiving, consentual freeuse, breeding & house wife kink, food waste, reader has hair, breasts, and wears yoga pants. Joel calls reader sexy momma.

Notes: Just a life I wanna live, tysm to everyone who voted in this poll this was the winning vote. Ty @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Joel walks through the front door, tired and frustrated after a long day of work. The smell of dinner cooking fills the air, and he sees you bent over, grabbing a pot, your shirt riding up, revealing the small of your back.

You've had an agreement for a while now - free use, where Joel can take what he needs without any hesitation or resistance from you. It's a release for him, a way to let go of the frustrations of the day without taking them out on anything or anyone else.

As he approaches you, he can feel the tension in his body begin to ease. He reaches out and runs his hand over your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers. You don't stop what you're doing, but he can hear your breathing quicken as he continues to touch you.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bare back. He leans down and presses his lips to your skin, feeling you shiver beneath his touch. He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

As he cups your breasts in his hands, he can feel himself getting harder. He moves closer, pressing himself against you as he continues to touch you. You're still cooking, but he can hear the soft moans escaping your lips as he kneads your flesh.

He reaches down and undoes his pants, freeing his cock. He slides it between your legs, feeling the heat of your body through your stretchy yoga pants. No matter what was agreed upon Joel never pressured you to dress or look a certain way and it made you feel much more confident in yourself and your relationship. He rocks his hips back and forth, letting himself enjoy the sensation of touching you, even if it's just through your clothing.

“Mmm, Joel, you're home," you say, looking over your shoulder at him with a smile. "How was your day, my love?"

He doesn't answer right away, instead focusing on the feeling of your body against his. He can feel the heat of your pussy through your pants, and he presses himself against you harder, grinding his hips in slow circles.

“Don't wanna think about it. Just tell me what you're makin' baby," he finally says, his voice weak with desire. He slides his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down, exposing your bare ass. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, getting on his knees and pushing his face right in there, taking the globes of your ass and making them jiggle onto his cheeks.

You giggle at the feeling, but you can't help feeling aroused as his large nose hits some of your folds as he shoves his face in as deep as he can, almost like he wants to suffocate the bad day away. "Just pasta," you reply, focusing on stirring the sauce so it doesn't burn.

He finally stands up and replies, "Smells delicious baby, just like you." he says, leaning down to press his nose into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your sent. “Mmm fuckin’ heaven.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him as he continues to grind his hips.

You let out a soft moan as he nips at your shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his touch, but you try your best not to let dinner burn. He reaches down and slides a finger inside you, feeling how wet you are. He groans at the sensation.

"Joel," you say, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm almost ready to serve dinner."

"That's alright, love," he says, his voice strained with desire. "I can wait."

You turn around in his embrace to kiss him, but he stops you, his eyes darkening. He pats the countertop beside the stove. "C'mon, get up here darlin'."

"But the food." You point at the pan.

"You know, I could eat this whole dinner and still not be satiated in the right way. Now get on the damn counter, you sexy momma. Gonna fill you up real good.”

With those words, you scramble to the other side of the stove, sitting on the countertop. He starts rubbing his hands across your naked thighs, slowly working his way up until his hands reach the center of your chest.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Wanna taste you.” He leans close then lowers his head and bites the tip of your nipple. Your nipples start to erect instantly, and your core feels tight. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He gets lower so his face is right between your legs.

Your stomach clenches as he kisses your inner thigh. “Joel…”

His eyes look up into yours. He pulls his mouth away just enough from your skin so he can talk, "Worry 'bout the sauce, I'm busy havin' my appetizer." His tongue swipes your clit, licking it gently before he begins sucking on the skin. You let out a soft sigh when his warm tongue touches your clit once more. You try to tend to the dinner currently cooking but it's near impossible to do so with him rubbing and sucking at you. “Keep stirring," he adds with a playful smirk. He slips two fingers between your legs, sliding them into your folds and circling one slowly before he plunges two more in. He starts moving faster. Your orgasm starts building in your belly.

"Mmmm, Joel..." you whine, grabbing onto the edge of the counter, digging your nails into the wooden surface. "I'm gonna come…" You start thrusting against his hand.

Joel stands up, not letting you finish and takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby, I'm the luckiest man," he says, his voice loaded with desire. He reaches out and runs his hand over your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

You gasp at the sensation, your body already on edge from his earlier ministrations. "Joel, I need to finish dinner," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I know, darlin," he says, his hand sliding down your stomach and between your legs. He starts rubbing your clit in slow circles, making you moan with pleasure. "I won't let you burn it."

He helps you off the counter and turns you around so you're facing the stove, your naked ass pressed against his hips. He reaches around you and grabs a pan of garlic bread, placing it in the oven. "Now, let's get back to work," he says, his voice low and seductive.

He slides his cock between your legs, the head of his shaft pressing against your wet folds. He starts rocking his hips back and forth until he slides inside you, fucking you slowly and deeply. "Keep stirring, baby," he says, his lips pressed against your ear.

You cry out as he hits that sweet spot inside you, your body trembling with pleasure. "Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp, your fingers tightening around the spoon.

"Not yet," he commands, his hand reaching around to rub your clit.

He starts fucking you harder, his hips slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your orgasm building deep in your belly. "Joel, please," you beg, your voice trembling.

He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss your neck. "Uh-uh, you wait till I say so," he growls, his teeth scraping against your skin.

Joel continues to thrust into you, his pace steady and relentless. You can feel your orgasm right on the brink, your body feels like it might explode "Joel, please," you whimper, your fingers tightening around the spoon you were supposed to be stiring the sauce with. "Joel, I can't, m'gonna come please," you gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Yes you can, baby just a little more,” he says, pulling your hair and kissing the side of your head, holding onto you tightly. “Wanna fill you up, make you round and beautiful.” He slams into you, his balls hitting your ass. You feel juices dripping from his length, mixing in with your own fluids as they drip down your leg and onto the floor. He pushes his hips in harder and harder, causing you to cry out as you feel the intensity of his hard, thick flesh hitting your walls.

You can feel your heart racing as well, your mind clouded with lust and pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh god, Joel,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the edge of the countertop for dear life as you feel your climax building. “Oh Joel! I'm coming'!" You cry out as your body convulses against him. You hear him release a long, loud, gutteral moan, releasing into you.

As you come down from your high, he presses his forehead against your shoulder, breathing hard as he lets go of your hips. He finally pulls out, his cock glistening, soaked with your juices. He turns you around pulling you in close. "I think dinner's ready," he says, smirking.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his waist, "I think you're right," you say, your hands running over his chest. You open the oven door to be met with disappointment. The garlic bread is burnt to a crisp, and so is the sauce.

Joel walks up behind you, "you orderin' or am I?"

You both can't help but chuckle at the situation and decide to order pizza, knowing it's a quick and easy solution. Joel wraps his arms around you as he gives you his phone to search for a local pizza place online, placing the order together.

Once the order is placed, you turn around in his arms, looking up at him playfully pouting, "I guess we'll have to settle for pizza tonight."

Joel leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering, "I'd eat pizza every night if it meant I could come home to you like this."

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sherlocksoft · 10 months

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Send You To Sleep Satisfied

Geralt x reader drabble

Summary: Geralt can’t sleep. Rather than settling for a restless a night, you offer an easy (and rather more pleasurable) solution.

Author’s notes: This is set at no specific time and has no particular context. I just wanted to give Geralt some comfort. Y’know, in a sexy way.

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, handjob, gn!reader, exhausted and needy Geralt, extra lil gif at the end 🖤

A large hand slid roughly over your stomach followed by a heavy, muscular arm snaking around your waist and dragging you swiftly backwards.

‘Geralt!’ you exclaimed, your heart racing before you realised it was him, ‘I was almost asleep! You startled me-’

‘M’sorry,’ came his muffled reply, his handsome nose already buried deep in your hair, nuzzling against the nape of your neck. He breathed you in, holding you close and sighing deeply. ‘Can’t sleep.’

Steadying your breath, you shifted within his firm embrace, smiling at the grunt of disapproval you elicited by taking away the comfort of your hair and your back pressed flush to his broad chest.

Another comfort soon replaced this, though.

‘I can help you with that,’ you cooed, watching with delight as his heavily lidded eyes slid shut at the warmth of your fingers slipping past the waistband his tight trousers.

A whispered little ‘Oh-’ slipped from between his pretty parted lips. ‘You… mmh… you don’t need to-’ It was hardly a protest, his voice heavy with lack of sleep yet laced with obvious desire.

You stilled then, his erection steadily growing harder against your now unmoving palm.

His eyes opened, sharp beneath a sudden frown. ‘You don’t need to, but… since you’ve started…’ A bead of precum oozed from his tip causing a whine to escape his throat before he could stop it. His eyes clenched tight shut in shame. ‘Don’t stop?’

A knowing smirk pulled at your lips. Geralt never could resist the promise of a good orgasm when the opportunity presented itself at such a perfect moment as this.

He was too tired to fuck. This, you knew. But you could pleasure him to sleep as he had done for you countless times, his elegant fingers or clever tongue or thick cock working their magic to soothe your exhausted body and allow your tired mind to rest.

Your fingers curled loosely around his length, pumping lazily to begin with, massaging his cock with a hint of tenderness that had him melting.

‘Shh, Geralt, focus on my touch. Float away on the sensation of your pleasure… let me send you to sleep satisfied, relaxed….’ you breathed, easing his tension away with your voice as much as your hand.

His strong fingers grasped at your arm, fingertips driving harder into your flesh as you wanked him faster. You hoped he’d leave bruises, marks you could show him tomorrow that might make him blush. He rarely blushed, but when a flush of crimson powdered his cheeks, it was certainly a pretty sight.

His hips began to rock in time to meet your movements and his breath grew heavy, interspersed with blissful moans. His cock throbbed inside your grip when your thumb swiped over the tip, collecting the thick offering of precum that had steadily built up there.

‘That’s it, I can feel it-’ you breathed, ‘let go.’

His forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and heavy and tingling against your cool lips as his muscles rapidly tensed, his toes curled and his back arched.

‘Fuck!’ he growled through gritted teeth as overwhelming surges of pleasure rushed through his core to bring about his release, and he repeated, in a much smaller voice as the rapture subsided, ‘… fuck…’

As his cock softened, sensitive with aftershocks, gently, you withdrew your hand and sealed your mouth to his.

‘We’ll bathe in the morning, love,’ you whispered with a smile against his lips, not caring a jot about the thick creamy rope that had made a mess of his trousers and stained your arm, sticky against your skin. ‘For now, sleep.’

Geralt grunted. The tell tale signs of sleep began to pull at his features as the rush of his climax fell away to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

He huffed, amused. ‘I’ve slept in worse conditions. Besides-’ a small yawn interrupted him, exhaustion and the bliss of post-orgasm haze slurring his speech slightly as he continued, slowly, ‘in the morning, before anything else… I will be busy… making you scream my name.’

And with that, the calming sound of his low snore took over; the heat that had pooled at your core content to remain there until morning. For now you watched him rest until you were dreaming yourself. You dreamed of him.

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fiapartridge · 2 months

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hi love congrats on your celly! can i request a fluffy 💌 with luke please? i love your luke works!!🫶🏻

broken glass | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: after dropping glass, luke comes to your aid and reassures to you that everything will be okay...

warning(s): broken glass, crying, fluffy

fia's notes 💌: omg thank u ur the sweetest 😭 another request! trying my best to breeze thru these LOL

"Luke?" His name trembled on your lips, accompanied by the clinking sound of shattered glass strewn across the floor. Your heart pounded in your chest, anticipation mingling with a hint of fear. You knew Luke wasn't the type to get angry over accidents, yet the worry gnawed at you, a small voice of doubt in the back of your mind.

"Baby?" His voice carried from down the hall, laced with concern. “You okay?"

Before he even laid eyes on the mess, you could feel his presence rushing towards you. His hands cupped your cheeks, warmth seeping into your skin, grounding you in his touch.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your composure crumbling like the glass beneath your feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It just slipped..." Your words trailed off into a chorus of apologies, each one heavier than the last.

Luke's response was immediate, his touch gentle as he brushed away your tears. "Hey, it's alright. I'm not mad, I promise." His words were like a soothing balm, easing the tension in your shoulders. "Are you hurt? Let me see."

You shook your head, feeling his lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss. "I'm okay," you managed to whisper.

With a reassuring smile, Luke got to work, fetching a dustpan and broom to clean up the mess. You watched him move with practiced efficiency, the rhythmic sound of sweeping mingling with the steady beat of your heart.

Once the floor was clear of any danger, Luke turned his attention back to you, his eyes scanning your form for any signs of injury. "All good?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "All good."

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philistiniphagottini · 4 months

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Your Resplendence

I finally get to post this yay! :D Merry Christmas @imastrangeone98 my absolute Tumblr bestie. Please check them out, they are so chill and fun to hang around. Hope you enjoy your present :)

Cw: smut, fem!reader

NSFW below the cut

"You look beautiful; truly incandescent. A lustrous beauty that sets my heart and soul astir…"

The way Argenti purred your name with a husky whisper made your bare skin prickle with heat, blood smouldering in your veins as warmth simmered in the pit of your stomach. You moaned softly, long lashes brushing against your burning cheeks as Argenti leisurely thrust his drooling cock into your creamy pussy, slow enough for you to feel every vein and ridge on his steadily pulsing dick. You wedged your lips between your teeth, biting at the kiss swollen skin as warmth trickled down your spine and continued to coil in your belly, making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation. You dug your fingers into the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you, the fabric clinging to your clammy skin and offering little comfort.

"Argenti" you moaned, releasing your bruised lips as you called his name.

Your heart felt like it was lodged in your throat as you panted harshly, thighs tensed around his slender waist as he rolled his hips, nudging his swollen arousal deeper into you with every sensual push. Your nails scraped across the sheets, threatening to tear holes into the material as you cried out with bliss, the friction of his hips causing fireworks to spark in the depths of your core. You stared up at Argenti with eyes as dazed as your mind, head feeling dizzy from all the sensations swirling inside of you. A dazzling smile graced Argenti's lips as he rubbed his hands along the length of your smooth thighs, your pulse racing frantically beneath the press of his fingers.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked.

You nodded, sweaty bangs clinging to your forehead as the pinch between your brows started to ease. You timidly licked your lips, swallowing around the lump in your throat as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a response.

"Yes" you replied, breath tapering off as another salacious moan tickled the back of your throat. "You feel so good, Argenti."

You dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back, your heels slapping against rippling muscles that flexed with each slow and powerful thrust that rocked your core. Your chest heaved and tits bounced with every punctuated thrust into your soaked pussy, pearls of your arousal dripping down the sides of his thick girth and staining the insides of your thighs. Your breathing wavered as Argenti grabbed your hips, fingers sinking into your plush skin as he dragged you closer, cock splitting open your velvety folds as he rutted into you until you could feel him pushing against your most sacred places. Your eyes rolled as you threw your head back, spine curving as the most sinful noise spilled from your mouth, dripping from your tongue like warm honey. You could feel the tension in your stomach tensing, coil winding impossibly tight as you were pushed closer and closer to that familiar edge. It was hard for you to uncross your eyes as Argenti massaged his cock against your tight walls, the fat tip brushing intimately against your sweet spot as your toes curled into the soles of your feet.

"Argenti, please" you gasped. "Harder please."

A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as you writhed so exquisitely underneath him, your face contorted and flushed with bliss as the taste of sweet nirvana lingered on the tip of your tongue. He soothed his hands over your thighs, pushing your knees closer to your chest as he leaned forward.

"Do not fret, I am here" he cooed.

He indulged in your pleas to go faster, a slew of soft grunts and heavy panting spilling from his slick lips as his hips shuddered. Sweat dotted his brow and his jaw tensed as he concentrated on hitting the soft, gummy patch inside you that made stars waver in your vision. You voiced your pleasure as it echoed around your stuffy bedroom, your high-pitched keens gracing his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell.

"Beautiful" Argenti praised. "Such a splendid voice. What a pretty little robin you are."

His eyebrow twitched as your walls clamped around him for a few brief seconds, your body gripping onto him like you were silently afraid that he would leave. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as he squeezed your hips, your pulse wavering under his gentle caress.

"Oh my, you're gripping me so tightly."

His hands wandered from your hips, the tips of his fingers tracing a path of fire that made your skin tingle. His hands briefly lingered over the cute little bump where his dick was ravaging your insides, your insides turning to mush around the shape of his cock as he lovingly traced his fingers over the cute bulge in your soft belly. The maelstrom inside of you continued to grow and twist out of control as his hands trailed over your chest, large palms squeezing your soft breasts appreciatively before skimming over your arms. You were engulfed in Argenti's shadow as he leaned forward, his forehead pressed against yours as his hands continued to trail over your arms, the sensitive pulse in your wrist jumping under the intimate press of his skin. You whined underneath him, a constellation of unshed tears clinging to the edges of your lashes as your stomach burned, aching to release the tension in your core as the head of his cock teased against your cervix. His voice was a soothing balm, his breath hot against your cheeks as he pressed his rosy lips so tantalisingly close.

"It's okay. I have you, love" he whispered gently.

Long, luscious locks of flaming red hair spilled over your shoulders, creating a curtain around your face as wisps of silk tickled your sensitive skin. You could barely utter his name, grabbing desperately at his hands as your fingers intertwined, your nails scratching his knuckles when he squeezed you with reassurance. The pressure of his abdomen against your throbbing clit made your head swirl, your bones aching and ready to turn to dust as you grind against him, voice catching in your throat as you were driven to the peak. You couldn't talk anymore, could scarcely breathe as you stared into Argenti's emerald gaze, losing yourself in their alluring depths.

Argenti's lips brushed against yours as he spoke in a rich voice, tongue tasting the sweetness of your lips when you mewled.

"Let go. I've got you. Just let go."

Upon his command the tension snapped, the hot coil inside you shattered into a million tiny fragments. You didn’t even recognise your own voice as you screamed with rapture, your orgasm tearing through your body and flooding your veins with white hot euphoria. You jerked underneath Argenti, walls clamping down on his cock as you whined and mewled with complete abandon, feet kicking at his strong thighs as you tried to hold on through the violent tremors that wracked your body without remorse. Your nerves shocked you like a live wire as they frayed and overloaded, your slick juices coating Argenti’s thick girth and spilling forth onto his abdomen as your greedy pussy swallowed him whole with a lewd squelch.

Argenti swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, feeling lightheaded and dazed by your bare body in the throes of pure ecstasy. His dark lashes fluttered over his burning hot cheeks, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as your plush walls squeezed him impossibly tight, smothering his boiling cock until he cried your name to the heavens. Your scent curled in his lungs with each deep breath he took, overloading his senses until he felt drunk off the feeling.

"So beautiful, so good" Argenti babbled, hips stuttering as the tension inside his gut finally reached a boiling point. "I…ngh-"

He could barely finish his sentence before he was stumbling into his own mind-numbing rapture, burying himself to the hilt inside you with a gorgeous moan, balls tight and cock kicking with each heavy spurt of his cum. Ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim with every last drop. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your quaking thighs, your pussy still clenching tight around Argenti’s cock as it kept your centre plugged and stuffed full. His hard pants mingled with your own laboured breathing, his clammy skin sticking to yours as wisps of hair stuck to the side of his face.

"My love" he murmured gently. "You were magnificent. You took me perfectly."

His hands soothed the ache in your muscles as he traced butterfly kisses along your face, lips ghosting over yours as your pulse continued to pound your head and fill your ears with the incessant buzz. You hummed beneath him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, ushering him closer as he smothered you with spine tingling kisses. His hands gently pat your thighs as he pulled his softening cock out of you with a wet pop, causing your thighs to ache when you tried to press them together only for them to slip from the slick sticking to your skin.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Argenti asked in a soothing voice.

You stared up at him with lidded eyes, a content purr tickling your throat as you rubbed your hands along the curve of his spine.

"I feel heavenly" you replied with a murmur.

A warm smile tilted Argenti’s lips as he swooped down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. You responded kindly to the affection, huddling closer as your tongue greedily lapped at the saliva clinging to the edges of his plump lips.

"I shall prepare us a bath in a moment."

You hummed, pecking at the corner of his mouth. "I love you, Argenti."

Your words never failed to set his heart a flutter. "I love you too" he responded with a sweet kiss.

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gothicminxx · 4 months

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Satosugu x afab! Reader

Word count: 5.2K

CW: Angst with comfort, mentions of blood, major character death, polyamory, mentions of established relationship with Gojo, pet names (angel, pretty girl, my girl, sweet girl, etc.), instead of Y/N Name will be used instead, all around sad af

Part 2 here

Summary: Has a connection to the movie JJK 0, similar but not quite.

I think of Satosugu and I sob.

Hope you enjoy!

Twilight arrived over the horizon, painting the sky of soft purples mixed with pink and blue. Mountain tops capped off with sheets of white that sparkled underneath the setting sun. Silence loomed overhead with the subtle sounds of a breeze, the air crisp with a harsh bite. The grass is glacial from the previous snowfall a few hours ago.

But the world was covered in darkness as the giant hand that pertained to Satoru lay flatly over your eyes, sitting in between his legs on a rock. A habit that he had formed in recent years to mollify the bitter head of anxiety that crippled your body. When the thoughts began to race and the hammering of your heart refused to disperse from your side, Satoru placed his hand over your eyes. The rasp of his voice tickled your ear as he requested you focus, following his deep breaths, and hushed praises for succeeding. When the dark silence consumed the crevices of your brain it pacified the cavernous void that Suguru left behind. The reason for every apprehensive thought that consumed the confinements of your brain. A gaping hole resided in the depths of your pumping heart, one he had overfilled before-- a spilling pool of red wine: warm, gentle, and welcoming, the essence of pertaining to two lovers.

Satoru shared the absence of light with you simply by covering your eyes. He wore blindfolds to protect his six eyes, to keep the core of his energy balanced so as to not fatigue himself, he experienced the bliss of darkness daily listening to the calmness of his breath, the steadiness of his heart, and the sounds of his surroundings. It was peaceful when things seemed to spiral out of control, tensions at an all time high giving Satoru that moment to ease his mind. It was the only thing he could think to do to alleviate the strain of life that gnawed at you constantly like a tender cut of meat.

The coolness of this year's harsh winter stung your cheeks, penetrating at the surface to numb your whole face. You placed your hands on top of Satoru’s, holding it in place to increase the darkness, focusing on the environment you found yourself in. Snow that the wind carried tickled your skin, dampening it slightly as the flakes melted. The comfort of your puffy jacket and beanie kept you toasty to endure the frozen conditions, but in this very moment the cold brought you solace as you embraced the blackness. You could feel the warmth of Satoru’s chest radiate into your back like a warm blanket, the breeze that blew on the side of your face howled softly, swooshing of powdered snowflakes followed. The plateau you and Satoru sat in was desolate of noise, it calmed the erratic beat of your heart and soothed the harrowing thoughts in your mind.

Since Suguru’s impetuous departure from the both of you things had been difficult, words left unsaid with various questions that had gone unanswered. An empty spot on the bed that used to belong to him had now turned cold and desperately clung onto his scent, you and Satoru had found yourselves leaving that space open, as if he’d ever walk through the front door again and reclaim the life he once had. His hoodies still hung up in the closet, his toothbrush still had a spot in the holder, boxes of his favorite tea littered the cabinet-- you preferred coffee, and Satoru liked soda. Suguru’s things were left untouched in your home, things he left behind, and things you and Satoru held onto tightly; protecting the last bit of residue on those items.

Satoru snaked his free arm around, pressing his palm flatly against your abdomen, fingertips caressing the polyester fabric of the puffer jacket that adorned your frame. He gently removed his hand from your eyes as he felt you relax in his hold, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder. The world had come back into your view, the sky had become a darker shade of blue accompanied by a few stars that twinkled. The sun had fully hid behind the snowy mountain range taking away the last bit of warmth it had offered in the winter months. Satoru had insisted on taking you far from the city today despite the ice on the roads, the sunken bags underneath your eyes had prompted worry that he could not ignore. You were the only thing keeping him sane since Suguru had left, Satoru had grown petrified of losing you too. He could sense the ugly cloud of melancholy looming over your head, the way you slouched at the kitchen table-- barely touching the food on your plate, a frown etched on your lips, and tears left to dry on your cheeks. The way you stared at Suguru’s spot in bed wearing one of his hoodies, the yearning and agony you felt all too evident to him that he had to get you away from home for a few hours.

He had always been better at tucking away his emotions so as to not worry you. But Satoru felt the same agony, the cavernous hole in his heart that felt as though a knife had stabbed through and ripped a chunk out. The bile that burned the back of his throat and left a bitter taste that it didn’t matter how many times he brushed his teeth; it remained. That each time he smelled Jasmine or cedar wood he immediately burst into tears, teeth piercing his bottom lip as he tried to mollify the dreary emotions that raked his body. Oftentimes he found himself wearing Suguru’s clothes, wrapping his arms around his own body and pretending as though it was Suguru comforting him. Satoru grieved the relationship that once was, in silence, wanting to be strong for you, the most precious thing in his life. You needed Satoru more than anything in moments where you barely found the strength to get out of bed. When anxiety consumed you like the last meal on earth, he had to be strong for you.

Placing a kiss to your cold cheek Satoru hummed, “You calm now, angel?” He held you tighter in his embrace, shutting his eyes to engrave every curve of your body, the warmth you provided as you sat in between his legs, and your scent. The trepidation he felt of losing you too was one that made him lose his appetite.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder, your eyes followed the depth of the night sky, each star glimmering like a diamond. With the darkness the cold in the plateau stung your face, your nose runny and icy to the touch, but you could only focus on Satoru’s arms, “Yes, shutting out the world always seems to help,” A small smile reached your lips, “Thank you.”

Intertwining your gloved hands together he brought the back to his lips placing a kiss there making your heart flutter. Since Suguru deserted his lovers, through the agony and stabbing wound in one's heart, you still had Satoru. The six eyes refused to leave your side even for a moment, clinging onto you as a sort of life support.

The anguish was evident in his cerulean eyes, deep purple bags had found their home under his eyes, hidden under a blindfold so as to not worry his students— to worry you. Even if a part of his heart clung onto the memory of Suguru, the rest was yours. Glowing sun of warmth that caressed his cheek, holding him tightly to always feel the ardor of your heart. Lulling the anxiety he felt with lingering kisses, fingers tangled in snowy white tuffs, and the sound of your sweet voice covered in honey— speaking saccharine words.

Even if he tried to hide from you, keeping his emotions tucked away in a metal safe— you knew, of course you saw right through him. Having the privilege of meeting Satoru Gojo years ago meant understanding every single emotion he felt. A strong intuition to sense when something was off, he never truly spoke about it, only on the rare occasion of dawn drawing near, his eyes half lidded, and voice coaxed of sleep that he spoke— tired of the torment of a racing mind. You would hold him tightly in your arms, resting your chin on his hair as he sobbed into your chest, allowing his emotions to ripple like a waterfall. He was yours, you wanted to be there as much as he was there for you.

His giant hand cupped your cheek, leading your lips to his. The kiss was gentle, slow, and filled with love, Satoru’s tongue was warm as it found yours, eager to taste more of you to have more of you— he couldn’t get enough. He held you tight, pressing against your abdomen as it bunched up the polyester fabric in between his fingers. His thumb caressing your cheekbone, kissing you was a piece of heaven; Satoru’s sanctuary. The way his lips connected to yours reminded him that you were perfect for him in every sense of the way. That you were still here with him.

Satoru pulled away, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. His eyes remained closed but a goofy smile was ever present, his heart thudding loudly he truly believed you could hear it, light pink dusted his pale skin, “My girl. Mine.” He murmured, attaching his lips to yours once more.

It was moments like these that you truly cherished, engraving his every word into your brain like a chanted prayer. Satoru was here to stay, he could not imagine parting from you; it wasn’t possible.

Together you grieved Suguru, the fallen angel that had big aspirations of changing the world for the better. Ideals that you could not see eye to eye on, the raven haired man swore up and down it was a world for his lovers. Even if it seemed selfish at the time he would burn down the entire world for you and Satoru. If it had meant taking the life of the innocent— the weak, for those he loved, he’d do it over and over again. But the question had always remained: Would either of you do the same?

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The sun blazed down on the asphalt in a persistent manner, the heat waves radiated off of the dark pavement that burned the soles of shoes. Summer was unforgiving this year, humid and sickly that shade did little to provide an escape. The metal bleachers burned to the touch from constant heat smacking against them, the grass seemed as the only comforting place to sit underneath a Japanese cedar tree. Strands of green sticking to your thighs that you regretted wearing a skirt, almost.

First grade Jujutsu students practiced their combat skill in the enormous field, sweat dripping down their faces after an hour of intense training. The new student Yuta Okkotsu showed promise— improving his cursed energy little by little. Satoru had taken a liking to him, a powerful curse that followed him around— killing those that harmed him without a second glance. Your husband had a soft spot for teenagers that had a tough life, a man that could come off as arrogant had a huge heart. A few weeks ago Satoru had come to you, announcing he would be pleading Yuta’s case to avoid an execution even if it meant losing his job. You could never argue with him, standing next to him as you petitioned for the young boy as well.

Training had gone as any other day, students complaining about the heat but refusing to go inside— each competitive. Satoru stood with Yaga on the far end of the field coaching Maki and Yuta, while you and Shoko sat under a tree watching over Toge and Panda. The smell of tobacco wafted into your nostrils as Shoko lit up another cigarette, stating it would help with her irritation as she wiped sweat from her brow. Your fingers found the roots of grass to slowly pick at it, a distraction from the unbearable heat that made your body feel as if it would combust into flames.

Leaning back on your elbows you sighed loudly, throwing your head back further into the shade to look at the intricate leaves— hiding from the wretched sun. “How much longer are we going to torture the students in this goddamn heat?” Shoko groaned beside you.

“‘Dunno, until one of us drives Yaga up the wall with our complaining.” You chuckled, “Knowing Satoru I’d say soon.”

Due to Satoru being born in the winter season the six eyes preferred the cold and icy snow over the blistering heat. He thrived at the first snowfall, dragging you out of the warmth of your cozy bed to admire the sheet of white. His long legs would race to the backyard without the proper clothing to handle the freezing temperatures, slender fingers grabbing a handful of snow to feel the cool softness on his flesh. He’d spend a few hours outside admiring it with childlike wonder, you would oftentimes fight him to come inside as if he were a husky— stubborn and flourishing in the snow. It wouldn’t surprise you if your husband was currently throwing a fit about the sweltering heat to Yaga.

Booming voices ricocheted from the trees in the field, snapping you out of your thoughts. Shoko’s ears perched giving you a confused glance as she licked her finger to put out her cigarette, “What could that be?” She wondered.

Together you stood, requesting Toge and Panda to follow along in case it happened to be something serious. Sweat decorated your brow as the impending heat found you, raising the temperature within the confinements of your body. In the distance a large bird bigger than a human flapped its wings, the radiant golden color catching in the sun, throwing its head back to emit a loud squawk from its enormous beak. Bodies of students surrounded the creature, tuffs of milky white hair came into view as his tall lanky figure pushed past bodies. From where you walked you could see the tension in his shoulders, jaw clenched, and fists white-- something was wrong.

The length of your legs began to take lager hurried strides, loud pounding rang in your ears from the erratic beating of your heart. Heads turned as you drew closer, wandering eyes with a look of confusion stared back at you, “Satoru, long time no see!” A silky voice called, sweet like honey, a soft melody to listen to. A voice that closed up your throat, heart dropping to the depths of your stomach, eyes stinging with ocean water because it had been so long since you had heard it. The voice that comforted you when a tough day crossed your path, made you laugh until you cried, talked you through it in moments of ecstasy, and spoke sweet nothings to you.

As you pushed your way into the circle Satoru stood taut, a white blindfold covered his cerulean eyes, expression hard to read but his tight jaw spoke for him. You followed his gaze, time had frozen still as long raven hair met your eyes, glistening in the light of the sun. A smile adorned his features as he greeted Satoru with an arm around Yuta’s shoulder, he had yet to notice you. It had been nearly a decade since you had seen the familiar face, had him in close radius. “Suguru?” Your voice barely above a whisper, cracking pathetically towards the end.

His attention drifted towards you, “Name, it’s been a while.” The smile he wore faded the moment brown eyes truly caught a glimpse of you, the sight nearly broke his heart. You looked on the verge of tears, the yearning to run into his arms was evident as your hand blindly reached out-- but you held back, taking a hold of Satoru’s sleeve too paralyzed to move. The white haired man placed a protective arm on your waist as if to challenge Suguru to take a step further to either of you. But in truth Satoru would break down if given the opportunity, trying his best to remain strong, to come off as intimidating to the man that ripped his heart open; you both knew this.

“Step away from those kids right now, Suguru.” Satoru’s voice held a stern edge, the man in front of him was the only one that could affect the usual confident demeanor he had.

Suguru held back a smirk as he slowly removed his arm from Yuta, “ I heard the first years were quite special, it seems you still have an eye for talent, Satoru.”

Your gaze was fixed on the raven haired man, it felt like a sick joke, one that your mind deemed fit as a punishment for past mistakes you had once made. He looked different than before, his hair was much longer, reaching his waist. The purple eye bags and look of misery that had become a part of him almost a decade ago had disappeared, his skin practically glowing, he looked happier-- cockier than the man you once knew. You wanted to be as calm as Satoru, to appear stoic and un-bothered but the air felt heavy, the lump in your throat had formed so thick that it was nearly impossible to swallow back. For a decade you still found yourself grieving his sudden departure, the closure he had refused to give you and Satoru, leaving nothing behind but memories and a freezing empty spot in bed. “What are you doing here?” You asked, voice hostile yet the sense of longing was still there.

He tore his gaze from Satoru avoiding your watery eyes over to his entourage, “I came to declare war,” Suguru put it simply, “Five days from now I’ll be in Kyoto, I hope to see you all there.”

“A war?” Shoko scoffed, “Your ideals truly have gone to your head.”

“I’m simply creating a better world.” Suguru’s words left a bitter taste in your mouth, like rusty metal that had sat out in the sun long forgotten for an extended period of time. He no longer sounded like himself, his voice remained velvety and yet, the disconnect of the man he used to be was immense. It had brought you back to the time you were once a student, noticing his distant demeanor with hazy eyes that he looked unrecognizable. He closed in on himself, shutting you and Satoru out. Most nights had been spent sleeping on the couch or too wired as he stayed up an entire night frantically scribbling gibberish in his journal-- ideas to cleanse the world of the weak. He refused the assistance of the comforting arms of his lovers, rejecting their words of reassurance. Suguru had lost a drastic amount of weight, the churning of his stomach accompanied by a burning in his throat that kept him away from consuming food. He had become a shell of himself until one day his radio silence became permanent; leaving his lovers to fend for themselves without another word.

Only for him to return months later in the crowded square of downtown Tokyo claiming that it was all for his lovers. The world he was creating was the perfect one for those he cared about, asking to accompany him in the journey of discovering it together, only to be met by your tears and Satoru’s anger. It was the irreparable end of a relationship.

Biting your bottom lip harshly, you could taste the tang of metallic blood on your tongue, holding Satoru’s sleeve tighter, only for the milky haired man to search for your hand to intertwine your fingers-- squeezing it tightly, he could feel your agony, resentment, and pining. Focusing on his features, you wanted to burn them into your memory, hold them close to your heart because you would be damned if you forgot his face, “I think it’s time for you to go, Suguru.” You muttered, digging your nails into the palm of your hand imprinting crescent moons in the flesh; fighting back the tears that threatened to spill as you urged the man that still owned half of your heart to go.

Silence loomed overhead as Suguru processed the words that escaped your lips; soft that he almost missed them, how desperately he wanted to ignore them to take you and Satoru in his arms and make things better. The version of him you had known before was gone, that man was no longer a part of who he truly was, the weak and strong simply could not co-exist. Why couldn’t either of you understand that for his own selfish reasons, this was all for you? He turned on his heel, sauntering over to the enormous bird, only turning his head enough to catch a glimpse of the two people he adored the most, “I’ll see you in Kyoto. Until next time.” With that the creature expanded its wings, descending in the air with the man that still held onto your hearts.

Satoru watched as the massive bird disappeared into nothingness, the stitches in his heart that had once existed ripped open-- crimson blood gushing out, the ache unbearable. Holding your smaller hand tightly he began to walk toward the direction of his classroom, a small sob escaped your lips before you tried your best to hide it but he had heard it. The tall man stopped, only to see your pretty face covered in fat tears with quivering lips as you tried to fight off dramatic sobs. “Oh, my sweet girl.” Satoru cooed, bending down to envelope you in his arms. His large hand cupped the back of your head, stroking your hair as he held you tightly. He buried his nose in your hair, a small tear falling from his own eye but he was quick to wipe it.

“I- I miss him,‘Toru,” You choked out,“So much.”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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Dark gray clouds covered the sky, leaving Kyoto in complete darkness. The sounds of war engulfed the city with crumbling buildings, destroyed vehicles, and thick clouds of smoke from small fires that had started. The perfect distraction Suguru had created to get to Yuta, it hadn’t registered in your minds that it had been his plan to get everyone away from the vicinity of Jujutsu High School.

You stood in a medical building to assist in healing those injured alongside Shoko, gifted the same ability of reversed curse technique with the upper hand of bringing those back from the dead on rare occasions. A skill you had spent most of your life trying to achieve, it had only been possible with the help of Tengen and Satoru. The consequences of cheating death had yet to show themselves to you, bringing back countless from watery graves— a draining task that consumed most of your cursed energy for a few days, it wasn’t used often.

Crouching over a severely injured fourth grade student the grand glass door of the building opened, as footsteps scrambled to deliver another injured student you felt the familiar cursed energy of your husband. “I have to go back to Jujutsu High, he set this whole thing up. Suguru is after Yuta.” He stated, gritting his teeth.

“I’m coming with you.” The urgency in your voice was hard to miss.

Satoru could only shake his head, holding his hand up to stop you from coming any closer to him, “No, it’s too dangerous, Name. Stay here and treat the wounded.”

He was always overprotective of you, your safety had always been the six eyes priority only growing ten fold the moment Suguru abandoned the both of you. You understood, but at the same time you weren’t weak, classified as a special grade two weeks after attending school. Training day in and day out when it came to combat, craving to be as perfect as Satoru and Suguru— the two strongest sorcerers. “I don’t care! I’m going with you and that’s final.” You had always been stubborn, constantly standing your ground and refusing any form of rejection when it came to proving yourself. It was a trait Satoru adored about you, but oftentimes it drove him crazy with worry, he knew you were strong but you were the last person he had besides Megumi.

Determination painted your features, clenching your fists at your side to show Satoru you weren’t going to give up. He couldn’t argue with his beautiful wife, especially with the way you looked at him as if you would follow him to the ends of the Earth. “So stubborn.” He huffed, taking your hand before teleporting the both of you to Jujutsu High.

It was silent the moment you arrived on campus grounds the smell of burnt wood wafted in the air as you walked hand in hand. A knot formed in your gut as if it were signaling you that something had gone terribly wrong, it made you tighten your hold on Satoru’s hand. The silence was deafening as the residue of a previous battle remained in the air and grubble of buildings.

Turning the corner of vacant buildings, you could see a figure in the distance covered in crimson liquid, missing a limb, long raven hair a disheveled mess as his signature bun had come undone, “You guys are late as usual.” Suguru weakly chuckled, clutching his side.

“The students in Kyoto were under your control?” Satoru asked, though he held no confusion, you both knew the answer.

Suguru leaned back on a cement wall letting out a ragged breath, “Yes, they all were.”

Letting go of Satoru’s hand you couldn’t care less about the things Suguru had done, the misery he caused when he disappeared, or even those he hurt. Your vision became blurry with tears as you took in his condition, bloodied and bruised as he struggled to maintain a steady breath. You could not bear to listen to much more, this time you had allowed yourself to run to Suguru as you had longed since seeing him on school grounds five days ago. Not giving Satoru a moment to think as he watches your figure bolt for the raven haired man.

Kneeling in front of him your arms wrapped around his neck bringing his body close to yours, without hesitation he wrapped his arm around your waist burying his bloodied face in your neck. The smell of jasmine and cedarwood welcomed you, the scent that had always belonged to him, the one that caused a sob to escape your lips. “You idiot.” You cried into his hair, clutching him tightly, afraid to let go and discover that he was a figment of your imagination.

You were warm, skin silky soft— he had forgotten how good it felt to have you in his arms, if he was being honest with himself he had forgotten your scent, how sweet and delicate it was. “There’s my sweet girl.” Suguru croaked, after a decade of pushing away the hurt he caused himself for leaving, was finally flooding out. Trembling as he hugged you tightly, burning your scent, curves, and hair into his memory. A treasure he’d lock up and guard with his entire being.

“I can fix it, let me fix it… let me heal you.” You begged, cupping his cheeks, blood staining your hands.

“Name, you can’t.” Satoru whispered, tilting his head down.

“What?! No, I'm going to fix h-“

Before you could finish your sentence Suguru took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it, “It’s for the best, angel.”

You shook your head frantically, sobbing loudly as you looked between Satoru and Suguru, begging to not allow it to end this way. Burying your face in Suguru’s neck, closing your eyes as if to wish to wake up from this nightmare. To wake in your huge bed with them on either side of you, each wrapped around you as they slept soundly. The harsh cold breeze flowing in through your window as it snowed outside, dreading the moment Satoru woke up because he’d drag the two of you outside. Wanting a life back that once was, when Suguru was content with the things he had, when the two of you were enough for him, just one more time.

Suguru grabbed your hand, swaying your two bodies together. Noticing the rays of sunshine bouncing off of a rather large diamond on your finger nearly blinding him, he took a moment to admire it, chuckling bitterly as a wave of jealousy flooded over him. “My love’s got married.” Suguru could only blame himself for abandoning you both, envious he wouldn’t be able to share the Gojo last name with the both of you. A part of him was truly happy for you two, moving on after his selfish act. It wouldn’t have been fair to request either of you to remain stagnant.

“In October two years ago.” Satoru smiled sadly, twiddling with the diamond band on his ring finger. Proud to call you his wife, to be the one to take care of you and cherish moments spent together. It hurt that Suguru couldn’t be a part of it.

“I can fix you… then… then we can try to mend everything. Sugu please.” You choked.

But the decision had been made for you, the conclusion that Suguru was on death’s doorstep had become destiny in the moment. Your pleas and cries went unanswered even if it pained both of the men to cause such agony for you. In the end Suguru no longer had the ability to change, too stuck in his ideals to let them go. “I still love you.” You weeped.

Suguru’s heart sank at your words, even after the crimes he had commited and the torture he had put you through your emotions remained in tact, “I love you too.” The raven haired man kisses your temple, “and I love you, ‘Toru.”

A few tears had finally escaped his cerulean eyes, “I love you too… I’m sorry.”

A flash of purple came into your peripheral vision, the ringing in your ears was painful. Time had slowed as Suguru’s muscular body fell limp in your arms, the look of horror on your face was one that Satoru would remember forever. A loud scream erupted from your lungs that it felt as though they’d rip open at the seams, oxygen became impossible to inhale as you wailed out to the sky clutching his lifeless body in your arms. “No! No, ‘Toru… no. Suguru please,” The only thing you could muster was to beg and wail, preparing to use the entirety of your cursed energy to bring back your dead lover.

But Satoru pulled you away before you could do anything, holding your flailing body in his arms as he howled alongside you. He would hold onto this guilt for the rest of his life, ripping Suguru away from your lives as he meant nothing when he was everything would tear him to shreds. Suguru had perished by his own hands, he felt like a monster. All he could do was throw you over his shoulder and listen to the heart wrenching wails that left you as he dragged you away from Suguru.

He’d never forgive himself.

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mrswint3rs · 5 months

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Desperately need more traveling merchant smut please!! He’s so underrated and I loved your last one :3

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pairings- RE4 Merchant x Fem! Reader

a/n- ty for the ask!! hope you enjoy this one

NSFW WARNING:

contains- unprotected sex, praise, riding, overstimulation, use of pet names, mutual lusting

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The last thing you remember was a hazy blur of sensations. The feeling of his body pressed against yours, the smell of his sweat, the warmth of his hands, the feeling his arms around you as he pulled you closer to him.

As expected, it didn't take that long for you to make time to see him again. The same place and the same man, the exposed part of his face lit dimly by the lantern.

His eyes glinted with a slight spark of amusement as he spotted your approach. "Warms my heart to see you stop by, stranger." He stood up in a casual and confident manner, a small grin reaching his eyes.

You take a step forward and offer him an innocent smile,your cheeks flushed from the cool night air. "I couldn't wait to see you again. You're my escape from the chaos out there."

"Well you know what they say, second time's the charm eh?" he chuckled lightly, his voice a gentle timbre that melted into your ear and wrapped itself around like warm honey. In one smooth motion, you found yourself pulled into his embrace, your face buried in his broad chest. "did you miss me?"

The memories of the previous times you've spent together filled your mind with a strange and euphoric feeling. Something that gave you a slight tingle. You felt at ease with him. You felt safe in his arms. "Yes, I missed you..." you said softly as a slight blush crept up your face, the words coming out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself. For some reason, you felt comfortable saying it, as if he was the only one you'd ever say it to.

"so what will it be this time? another round of fun and games...~" he whispered into your ear in a low and sultry tone, his voice tickling your senses."or were you hoping to actually buy somethin'?"

You gaze up at him, your heart pounding loudly against your chest. Then with a bold motion, you pull his handkerchief down and lean in to give him a passionate kiss.

As your lips met his, his body stiffened, as if time stood still. The touch of your lips on his was enough to take his breath away.

The moment seemed to last forever, as no sound could be heard apart from the two of you breathing heavily.

"Well now..." Is the only thing he manages to say before leaning in to kiss you again, pressing you against the wall.

You let out a breathy moan into his mouth as you feel his rough hands wander, squeezing your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

"Ready to take me again, sweetheart?" his lips part from yours, awaiting your approval.

You nod, starting to remove your clothes fully. "Yes...sir." you confirm, almost shyly.

"Ah...atta girl. I love it when you call me that." The tension in the room was palpable, the heat growing between the two of you like a furnace, the air almost shimmering with anticipation as he removes his clothes, the glow from the dim lantern casting shadows along his long, lean body. His muscles toned and his cock fully hard at the sight of you bare again in full glory.

He pulls up a chair and sits down, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. "C'mere sweetheart," he muses, gripping his hardened length and cockily waggling it side to side with a cheeky grin.

Obediently you approach, lowering yourself directly onto his thick rod and sinking down. Your back pressed to his chest, thighs atop of his.

The merchant's colossal arms wrap around you as he releases a throaty groan into the crook of your neck, slowly starting to bounce your small frame on his girthy cock, making you take every inch.

You grip his calloused hands, his length reaches your deepest parts repeatedly kissing your poor cervix, making you want to scream in the best way.

Using one arm to continue bullying into you, his other comes up, his hand fondling your tits. You mewl incoherently as his rough fingers tease and pinch your sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile his mouth suckles and nips at the back of your neck, whispering dirty praises into you and heightening your senses.

"You're a pleasure to use," he growls, "such a sweet girl." your legs tremble at his voice and you're thankful you're sitting down already.

His cock continues to slam into your sweet pussy. "Gonna cum..." you cry, clinging to his arm as he makes you ride him.

"Not yet," he counters sternly, "hold it for me."

With a pitiful whimper, you try to hold back. But to no avail. You gush, leaking down onto his thick thighs. He doesn't stop his fucking into you, completely milking your orgasm.

"Thought I told ya' to hold it," his hand comes down, roughly rubbing your clit despite your climaxing, "such a naughty girl, disobeying your 'sir'."

Without mercy, his hips continue their rutting into you. Completely overstimulating you with the rapid rubbing of your sensitive nub.

You whine, uncontrollably squirming, legs shaking violently. "C'mon you can take it for me pretty girl..." he groans, feeling the way your walls convulse and squeeze against his dick more and more.

"No I can't..." you whimper, on the verge of tears at the intense feeling. Your mind goes foggy. Your body getting so tingly, almost numb.

"Almost there sweetheart. Doin' so good." The merchant's cock pulses, on the verge of spilling into you. "Shit-" he groans, slowing his thrusts and pulling out of you so he doesn't cum inside.

You slump over at the sudden emptiness but again he holds you steady. His free hand fisting his cock and spraying his warm seed all over your back, squeezing out every last drop onto you.

The man breathes heavily, the intense high rushing over him.

He pulls you in, holding you from behind and starting to comfortingly rub circles on your lower stomach. "Told ya' you could do it. I'm proud, sweetheart."

"Look at me." his hand gently guides under your chin, making you face him. "You can rest here for a bit, if you need to...it's okay."

"Thank you," you reply softly, still a bit out of it from the rough intimacy.

"We'll get you all cleaned up," His lips press against yours sweetly, "i'm really starting to feel somethin' for ya', stranger."

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soulofapatrick · 7 months

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Heat of the Moment - Eddie Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie has been flirting with you since you joined the 188 and finally takes action

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: heavy make out

Notes: I hope this justice to the anon who requested it

Y/N’s POV

I step into the firehouses’ locker room, the faint scent of aged leather and burnt wood lingering in the air. The camaraderie within the 188 has been welcoming, making my transition into the team seamless. Each member has extended a hand of friendship, but there’s one person who has constantly set my heart racing—Eddie Diaz.

The man is charismatic, there’s no denying that. His infectious smile and friendly demeanour have everyone at ease, but it’s more than that for me. Eddie’s playful banter, the subtle compliments that dance of the edge of flirtation, have me blushing like a teenager. And he knows it, damn it. It starts with those smiles—the kind that makes my heart skip a beat. He catches my eye across the room, a glint of mischief evident in the depths of his gaze, and that’s where it all begins.

Sometimes, as he passes by, his touch is barely perceptible but sends shivers down my spine. A casual hand on my shoulder when he shares a joke, or a gentle brush of his fingers as he hands me something. It’s a touch that lingers just long enough to be noticed but short enough to leave me yearning for more.

In the confined space of the locker room, Eddie takes it up a notch. I’m lacing up my boots, focused on the task at hand, when I feel his presence behind me. His hands find their way to my hips, a casual yet intimate touch as he manoeuvres around me to grab his gear. My breath catches, and I try to convince myself it’s just friendly camaraderie, but the way his fingers linger leaves me questioning.

Words, too, become his weapons of choice. He leans in close when he speaks, his warm breath grazing my ear. The simplest of comments carry a weight that makes my cheeks burn. “You know, Y/N, you really make this fire station a much brighter place,” He says with a grin, and I swear I can feel the heat of his words against my skin. As Eddie’s words hang in the air, I can’t help but feel a surge of wrath that has nothing to do with the uniform. I stand up, intending to respond with something clever or at least coherent, but the moment I rise, I’m acutely aware of his proximity.

Suddenly, he’s there, close enough I can feel the heat radiating from his body. It catches me off guard, and for a moment, I’m frozen in place. Eddie’s chest presses against my back, and the contract sends a jolt through me. My heart races, and I can’t ignore the magnetic pull between us.

“Is that so?” I manage to reply, my voice sounding much steadier than I feel. His closeness is intoxicating, and I can’t deny the effect it has on me.

He chuckles, the sound low and tantalising and I sense his breath against the nape of my neck, “Absolutely. You’re really something special.”

I turn around to face him, and the intensity in his gaze makes my pulse quicken. Before I can full comprehend what’s happening, Eddie takes a step closer, and my back meets the cold metal of the lockers. The sudden change in proximity has my breath catching.

“Eddie, what are you—" I begin, but my words are cut off as he crowds me, his body inching closer until there's hardly any space between us. The locker room seems to shrink, the air thickening with an unspoken tension.

His hand finds the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me. Eddie's eyes flicker with a mixture of playfulness and something deeper, more intense. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice a low timbre that sends shivers down my spine. His proximity is both exhilarating and unnerving. I can feel the warmth of his body, the subtle brush of his breath against my skin. My senses heighten as his hand rests on the wall, caging me in.

His eyes, intense and magnetic, hold mine captive. There’s a playfulness in them, but it’s underscored by an unmistakable depth that speaks of unexplored desires. As he murmurs my name, the timbre of his voice resonates within me, sending shivers down my spine. It’s a magnetic pull, drawing me closer to the edge of something I never anticipated.

With Eddie’s hand finds mine, it’s a jolt of electricity. His fingers interlace with mine, creating an intimate connection that transcends the playful banter of earlier. The touch is firm yet gentle, as if he’s reassuring me that this is a path we’re walking together. His other hand, warm and possessive, rests on my hip. It’s a point of contact that sets my nerves ablaze. Every move feels deliberate, sending a rush of anticipation through my veins. I can’t help but marvel at the way his body aligns with mine, the proximity igniting a fire within.

In that charged moment, as Eddie's scent wraps around me, I can almost taste the anticipation in the air. The mixture of his subtle cologne and the rugged musk of the fire station creates a sensory overload that heightens every nerve in my body. The world outside this locker room ceases to exist, and all that remains is the awareness of him, close, real, and magnetic.

Shaky breaths betray my internal turmoil, but it’s not fear that courses through me; it’s a potent hunger, an ache that’s been building with every exchanged place and lingering touch. I can’t help but wonder if Eddie feels the same, if the unspoken tension between us is, indeed, shared desire.

As the seconds stretch, I tilt my head up instinctively, seeking something unspoken, something I can’t quite name. Eddie’s lips barely brush mine in a teasing promise before he ducks his head down, closing the distance.

The first touch is electric, a spark that ignites a fire deep within. His lips on mine are soft, a gentle exploration that quickly deepens. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, transcending the uncharted territory we find ourselves in. The world tilts on its axis as the taste of him floods my senses—warm, inviting and undeniably intoxicating.

Emotionally, it’s a whirlwind. There’s surge of longing, of a connection forged in the unspoken language of desire. My hands, initially uncertain, find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The kiss is a dance, and my hands navigate the contours of his body, discovering the warmth and strength I’ve only imagined until now.

The kiss deepens, a seamless blend of passion and connection. It’s a dance of two souls finally acknowledging the unspoken yearning that has lingered between us. Eddie’s hands, too, explore the landscape of my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The world outside fades into insignificance as we lose ourselves in the shared intensity of the moment. But, just as the crescendo of emotions reached its peak, a sudden intrusion shatters the fragile bubble we’ve created. The locker room’s glass door swings open, and the hasty footsteps of another member echo in the room. Startled, we break apart, breathless and disorientated.

Buck stands frozen in the doorway, eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, the air crackles with an awkward tension as he stumbles over his words, “Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to… I just forgot my…uh, never mind.” He fumbles with his words, and the realisation of what he’s stumbled upon dawns on him.

Buck's awkward retreat leaves a lingering tension in the room, and Eddie and I exchange a silent acknowledgment of the unusual situation we find ourselves in. The locker room, usually a sanctuary of camaraderie, has transformed into a stage for an unintended revelation, and the unspoken tension between Eddie and me is now exposed, hanging palpably in the air. As Buck stumbles out of the doorway, hastily retreating from the unexpected scene, I meet Eddie's gaze. There's a mix of amusement and shared disbelief in his eyes. We're both caught in this strange, suspended moment where the line between friendship and something more has been irrevocably crossed.

Just as we begin to compose ourselves, Eddie glances behind him, his expression shifting. It's then that I notice the rest of the team, peering down from the upstairs balcony. The realisation hits us simultaneously — the glass walls of the locker rooms have turned our private moment into an unintentional public spectacle.

A chorus of surprised gasps and hushed whispers filters down from above. The team, usually a tight-knit family, now observes with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Eddie, ever the composed one, smirks, perhaps trying to diffuse the tension with humour.

In that moment, our private revelation becomes a shared experience with the whole squad, and the locker room, once a haven of shared secrets, is now a glass-walled confessional. As Eddie and I exchange a resigned yet amused look, it's clear that the dynamics within the 118 have just taken an unexpected turn, and there's no going back.

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garoujo · 1 year

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・✶ ｡ﾟnagi thinks that his baths with you are his favourite way to relax.

♱ warnings — f!reader, you join nagi in the bath, pussyjob, all characters are written 18+ / note. i am back ofc w more of my seishiro ^_^ snifle i hope u guys enjoy i’m so crazy 4 him always <3 !

nagi is so fucking relaxed right now, he thinks with the soft, damp press of your tits against his chest — a contrast to the way he’s propped himself up against the cool bathtub with you straddling his lap, your pretty cunt hugging his cock as he grinds up through your folds.

“do you like this?” you gasp, pretty and needy and he gives you a lidded look through his bangs when you meet his gaze — following it with a particularly long thrust that makes his cock throb against the comfortable warmth of your cunt. “yup, don’t want you t’ stop.”

bathing together wasn’t unfamiliar, especially after a long day at practice, nagi wanted nothing more than to feel you lather soap into his hair — melting the tension away from his muscles with every press of your fingers into his skin.

but he’d been particularly needy today and you’d been just as pretty as you always are when he’d lured you onto his lap, his cock already half-hard just from the sight of you — he’s just as weak to you as he’s always been.

“angel..” nagi whines as his breathing stutters against your cheek, its a low sound that drips like honey to lick at the base of your spine, easing you into another saccharine grind against his cock as his hands squeeze at your hips to encourage more of the intoxicating friction.

“hm? you wanna get out?” you gasp when you feel the blunt head catch under the hood of your clit, making you scratch lightly at his scalp as he shudders beneath you with the pretty sound he drinks up from you so eagerly — it only makes him want more.

god—he’s so fucked, you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty finger.

“nah, don’t wanna yet. wanna give more you more.”

nagi can feel his skin starting to prune and the waters more luke-warm than it was when you first got in, but he’s so content with the feeling of you humping and rubbing your slick along the length of him, he knows he’s nowhere near done yet.

the head of his cock catches on the entrance of your cunt with the next slow withdrawal of your hips, letting him feel the warm hug of your walls that teases him, tries to lure him deeper. it makes his toes curls against the ceramic of the bathtub beneath him as he exhales in reverence against your cheek once more.

every eager, sinful swirl of your hips and pull of his large hands makes water slosh along the edges, but it only urges nagi to hug you closer — dragging you along his cock with eager, needy movements as he meets your pussy with slow grinds.

he can feel your fingertips scratch harder at the base of his neck, carding through the damp hair there as the touch makes goosebumps burst along his skin.

“fu—uck, y’re g’nna make me cum, pretty thing.” nagi gasps, words catching in his throat before they break into something that’s a little breathier, prettier as he sends you a drowsy blink followed by a kiss pressed against your cheek.

you’re like a checkpoint in a game, nursing him back to full hp with every languid swirl of your cunt against his cock, making him bump and leak against his abdomen — but oh fuck, he’s never felt better, even after a full week of training he’d take on any boss of any level if you were waiting at the next stage.

“hmmf.. feels so good, but cleaning the water would be s-such a pain.. lemme put it in, angel. please?” your pussy feels like fucking silk along his cock but shit—nagi wants nothing more than to feel the way you squeeze around him, and you comply, give him a pretty little nod followed by a whimper before you lift your hips.

“‘s this better, sei?” you grin when he breathes out a slow breath, teasing as the head of his cock pushes into you — letting you sink down onto him as your walls reward the thick stretch with a tight little squeeze that he feels in his fucking lungs when it makes his breathing hitch.

“s-shit, yup.. wanna feel more. keep going, pretty thing.” it’s filthy, the change in his tone, dreamy and dripping with want and need, a kind that makes your pussy ache and your breath come uneven.

nagi can feel his heart kicking at his ribs with every beat, with every inch of his cock that sinks into your soft cunt, feeling the curl of a different type of heat beginning to tickle its way into his belly—but it’s not an unfamiliar kind when it came to you.

he curses softly with a mixture of desire and delight as he continues to push into you, your thighs twitching when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot as you grab and scratch along his shoulders.

nagi grunts when he finally bottoms out, pulling the weight of your hips against his as his fingers grope at your damp skin a little too hard, his eyes clenched shut as he tries not to lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy so soon, letting himself rest back to drop his head against the bathtub before he’s blinking at you through lust blown pupils.

“feel so good, ‘ts such a pain. i’m.. hmmf, jus’ getting started, pretty thing.”

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writingjourney · 8 months

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pain relief | copia x gn!reader

content: 550 words, gn!reader, just some comfort for my chronic pain and tension headache prone ghesties, can be read as papa or cardinal ♡

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The heating pad radiates a steady warmth that your tense muscles eagerly absorb. Even as the cramps in your back ease in their intensity, it’s like the memory of your pain stays trapped within the tight tissue. Lying flat on the bed, you breathe a sigh into the quiet air around you.

“Sit up for me, amore.”

It’s not even a question. When you peel your eyes open, you see Copia looking at you from his spot on the couch. He’s been reading through papers all evening, his square reading glasses slowly sliding from his nose as the minutes continue to pass, occasionally pushed up by a gloved fingertip. You’ve noticed the way he’s bringing work home with him lately, how the lines on his forehead deepen in concentration when his mind drifts off even as he holds you in his arms at night. Still, he never complains.

The papers rustle as he sets them down on the coffee table where another high stack of books and documents sways as he moves past. You do as he says, a wave of dizziness blurring your vision as your head leaves the soft pillow. It prompts you to close your eyes again until you feel the steady presence of another body by your side. Soft lips brush your forehead, then your temple.

“What do we do with this stubborn head of yours, tesoro?”

“Chop it off?”

He chuckles. “Mhm, no. I don’t think so.”

You watch as he pulls the gloves from his pale hands, dark hair running all the way from his fingers to the sleeves of his black shirt. He pulls them up a little more, revealing his freckled forearms to you. For a moment you reach out, trailing the blue lines of his veins from the crook of his arm to his wrist where his pulse beats a steady rhythm against your thumb.

“Shirt off,” he says.

You’re too exhausted to joke about his commanding tone. Instead your numb, tingly fingers lift the hem of your shirt and pull it from your body. You fall against Copia for a moment, the pain pulsing through you once more. He holds you even as he slowly scoots behind your back, his strong thighs bracing your body.

His hands only leave you as he squeezes some of the soothing ointment Primo prepared for you into his palm. The salve feels cool against your skin when he spreads it out evenly with nimble fingers. With ease they remember the movements and the right amount of pressure, so many nights he spent helping you through these pains. Expertly he smoothes out the knots in the tissue, rubbing the herbal-scented balm into your skin until you can feel the effects from your fingertips all the way to your head.

“Thank you, my love,” you whisper, closing your eyes in blissful relief as he runs his thumbs up your neck in a way that feels so good it makes you shiver. For another few minutes he continues like this, no words leaving his mouth apart from the occasional hum. When he notices the tension leaving your posture, he wraps his arms around your middle to pull you into his warm chest.

“No need to thank me, amore,” he whispers and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. “I will always be there to ease your pain.”

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queenshelby · 4 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 50: Photograph

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Miscarriage

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Over the next view days, Max returned to Cork after Danielle put him into place and just before Cillian was due to arrive back home, your thoughts spiraled downward, drowning in self-loathing and despair. You blamed yourself for the miscarriage, convinced that it was somehow your fault.

The thought of telling Cillian weighed heavily on your shoulders, the guilt consuming you and when, on a Friday afternoon, he came bustling through the front door, eager to wrap his arms around you, you cringed inwardly, dreading the conversation that awaited you.

"Hey," he greeted you softly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you, his heart swelling with love for you.

"Hey," you replied weakly, forcing a smile on your lips. "Welcome home," you cooed, stepping into his open arms.

His scent enveloped you, bringing comfort as he held you tightly, pressing his cheek against yours.

"I missed you," he murmured into your hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing," he added playfully, smiling at you.

"I missed you too," you replied, nestling deeper into his embrace. "How was the premiere?" you asked, genuinely curious about his experience.

"It was insane," he chuckled, releasing you and guiding you both to collapse onto the couch. "Cameras everywhere," he groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I hated it," he then chuckled, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "But I wouldn't trade it for the world since it means I am actually doing something right—right?" He looked at you questioningly, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his eyes.

"Definitely," you agreed, nodding earnestly. "It's a testament to your talent," you continued, squeezing his hand affectionately before pulling him close for a kiss and, immediately, the tension between you eased as the familiarity of your relationship kicked in.

"Thank you," he murmured, cupping your chin, tilting your face upward for another passionate kiss. His eyes sparkled with happiness as he pulled your body closer. "I'm glad I'm home," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled softly, feeling the familiar warmth spread through your veins. "Me too," you replied, tracing the lines of his palm with your thumb before, suddenly, breaking out in tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Cillian asked, looking concerned. "Is everything okay?" he asked, panicking as you fell into his arms once more.

"No," you choked out, trying to regain control of your emotions. "I...," you stammered. "The baby," you began, swallowing hard as your tears cascaded down your cheeks. "I lost the baby," you whispered, your voice cracking with sorrow.

Cillian's eyes widened in disbelief, his grip tightening around your hand.

"You had a miscarriage?" Cillian asked, his voice strained, his face pale.

"Yes," you replied, wiping away fresh tears. "It happened a week ago. I was too afraid to tell you because I didn't want you to worry about me during the premieres. I am so sorry," you sobbed, your chest heaving with deep sobs.

Cillian's eyes grew wide with shock, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Shhh, it's okay," he whispered softly, brushing the tears from your cheeks. "I'm here now, and I promise we'll get through this together."

"But I've gone through this twice now," you whimpered, burying your face in his shirt. "I am a fucking failure," you sobbed, your words muffled by his clothing.

Cillian rocked you gently, holding you close, whispering sweet words of reassurance into your ear. "Shh, none of this is your fault," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "And I know that the pregnancy wasn't planned, but we can try again if you like," he promised, his tone filled with conviction. "When the time is right, we will have a family together if this is what you want," he added, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"But my body is broken, Cillian. It clearly is," you said, pulling away from his warm embrace. "It keeps failing me and, honestly, I am terrified of getting pregnant again. I mean, what if I lose another pregnancy? That would kill me," you confessed, biting your lip nervously.

Cillian's eyes welled up with tears as he watched you struggle, his heart aching for you. "Hey, stop talking like that," he scolded softly, cupping your face in his hands. "None of this is your fault. And, whatever happens, we'll face it together. There are alternative options these days. IVF, surrogacy, adoption," Cillian said, lifting your chin with his finger. "Whatever you decide, we will make it work."

"But you even said that you didn't want any children," you reminded him, still reeling from the sudden change in direction.

"Yet, I also said that I loved you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you," Cillian declared passionately, his eyes locked on yours. "And if you want to become a mother then we will make it happen together. I'm not going anywhere," he swore, gripping your hands tightly, but you knew that you were not ready to face the possibility of losing another pregnancy.

"I appreciate your willingness to go through all that," you whispered, snuggling closer to him. "But I just need some time to think. Like you said, the pregnancy wasn't even planned and, still, I became excited about the prospect of having a child with you," you explained while Cillian ran his fingers through your hair.

"Take all the time you need," Cillian assured you, running his fingers through your hair. "I love you," he murmured, pulling you closer, embracing you tightly. "More than anything," he said.

"I love you too," you murmured, nestling your head into his shoulder, clinging onto him like a lifeline until, eventually, you calmed down.

As you regained your composure, Cillian's grip on you loosened, replaced by a soothing caress.

"You know there is something that might cheer you up a little," he suggested, his voice soft and hopeful.

"What's that?" you asked warily, wiping your tears away with an apprehensive glance.

"Well, let me get my bag and I show you," Cillian replied before reaching for his messenger bag that was slung over the armrest.

He then pulled out an envelope and handed it to you and, when you took it from him and opened it, you noticed a familiar photograph tucked neatly inside.

It was of you, your mother and two siblings before you crossed the border to America and, although it was crumpled and faded from years of storage, it instantly transported you back to that time.

"Where did you get this?" you gasped, holding the photo carefully in your hands.

"Your mother gave it to me," Cillian explained and, immediately, your chin dropped. You had not seen your mother since you were a young child as, when you came to America, she gave you and your siblings up for adoption. Whether intentional or whether she was forced to do so, you did not know and life for you since had been a living nightmare. You grew up in terrible Forster homes until the age of 16, and then you moved to a group home where you stayed until you turned 18. In those years, you developed a tough shell to survive and a sharp tongue to cut down anyone who dared to hurt you. Still, even with your bravado, you were scarred by your past and haunted by memories which constantly plagued you.

"How?" you teared up again, tears filling the corners of your eyes. "Where did you meet her?" you asked anxiously, tracing the creases in the photo with your index finger.

"She came to one of the premiers, hoping that you would be there with me after seeing us in one of those ridiculous gossip magazines," Cillian revealed, his eyes meeting yours tenderly. "Apparently, she's been searching for you for years and has even tried to contact my agent who brushed it off as a hoax," he explained, handing you a folded piece of paper from within the envelope.

"That's a travel itinerary," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," Cillian confirmed, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I booked her flight for next week. Hopefully she has passport sorted by then," Cillian explained, seeing that she had never been on a plane before.

"Oh my god," you exclaimed, tears streaming down your face. "I'm going to see her again," you cried, clutching the itinerary tightly in your hands. Despite the emotional turmoil of the past few weeks, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy at the idea of reuniting with your mother.

"What is if it is a hoax?" you questioned, unable to contain your fear. "I mean, are you sure it is her? The woman on the photograph?" you whispered, your voice quivering slightly.

"Yes," Cillian answered, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and concern. "She knows your middle name and she told me about your birth mark. I am certain that it is her," Cillian affirmed, his voice steady and confident, causing you to sigh with relief.

"What does she look like now?" you asked, suddenly becoming more and more intrigued. "Does she look old?" you wanted to know, causing Cillian to chuckle.

"Well, she is about my age I would say, so I wouldn't call that old," Cillian said, raising his eyebrow at you and, for the first time that day, you genuinely laughed.

"Well, you do look particularly young for your age though, Mr Murphy," you retorted, grinning mischievously at him.

"I know. I get told all the time," Cillian joked, causing you to laugh harder. You hadn't felt this lighthearted in weeks and you relished the feeling that enveloped you.

"Why do you do that?" you asked abruptly, interrupting your laughter. "Why do you take care of me so much?" you questioned, suddenly remembering your earlier fears and doubts.

"Because I love you, Y/N," Cillian declared boldly, his eyes shining with confidence. "I love you so fucking much!" Cillian exclaimed, his voice breaking slightly.

"I love you too, Cillian," you replied, the words coming naturally to you and, with that, you felt as though, perhaps, at least some things were slowly falling into place.

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bokutizer · 1 year

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➵ NANAMI KENTO

summary : While you worried about his well-being, Nanami was more concerned about your self-defense strategies. tags : fluff, slight angst, nightmares a/n : nanami kento, the only man I can write for despite my never ending writer's block

Whether it were your own frightened screams or the terrifying scenes that had displayed in your head a few moments ago, it did not matter which ones had woken you up. You were awake. And that was not about to change for the next few minutes or… hours.

And the fact that the left side of your bed was still cold and empty did not make it any better, in fact, it was probably the reason behind the tormenting nightmare that you had woken up from in the first place.

"He'll be fine." in midst of the dark and quiet night, your whisper sounded louder, clearer. The words bouncing off the walls and easing some of the tension in your chest, your breathing sounding less frantic than before.

Yet that changed quickly once your ears caught the creaking sound of your bedroom door being opened, your body in a matter of milliseconds taking the first thing in your reach and bracing yourself for whatever was about to- Attack you? Rob you? Eat you alive?

"I don’t mean to sound like a know-it-all, love, but that lamp is definitely not heavy enough to knock someone out."

You felt your pulse drop from whatever height it had rosen to, a mixture between a sigh and a scoff leaving your mouth as you set the lamp back on your nightstand where you had snatched it from.

"I thought you said you'd be back tomorrow evening." you spoke, wincing at the dry and hoarse sound of your voice.

"Today in the evening." Nanami corrected as he rid himself of his suit jacket, fingers acting quickly to open the buttons of his shirt which he threw on the spare chair beside the closet. Right, you did not even bother to check what ungodly hour it was right now. "But I managed to get an earlier flight."

You hummed, the cool wood of the headboard pressing against your back as you watched Nanami switch his usual elegant trousers for a soft pair of sweatpants, his hands tying the strings at the front into a loose knot.

He's fine.

The bed dipped beside you and the warmth that washed over you once his thigh brushed against yours, once his arm wrapped itself around your waist and pullled you closer against him, the sweet and soft peck against your cheek and the following lingering kiss on your lips-

If felt all so overwhelmingly good.

"Something wrong?" You had been awake long enough for your eyes to adjust to the dark as you could easily spot the little crease between his eyebrows, honey-pool eyes staring right into your soul.

You shook your head silently, but despite the darkness enveloping you both, Nanami could feel the tension in your body, feel the cold skin of your hands and hear your shaky exhales every time you breathed out. It was so quiet, if you wouldn’t have known that he was still sitting beside you, his gaze not leaving your curled up form, you would have thought that he had probaly already gone to sleep. But he had not. Nanami Kento, patient as always.

"I'm alright, just had a bad dream before you got home." you admitted, your voice not louder than a mouse.

Ignoring your wobbly smile, Nanami curled a hand around one of your wrists, wordlessly ushering you to lie down with him and letting you seek comfort against the warmth of his bare chest. "I'm here now, sweetheart." the words vibrated against your skin as his lips rested against your forehead, his warm hand resting on your lower back aiding you to get rid of the remaining anxiousness. You wondered if some of it would actually ever go away. "You're safe with me."

"It's not my own safety that I'm worrying about." your confession sounded rather harsh, a tinge of guilt immediately spreading inside your chest but deep down you knew that he knew. Nanami knew that his work haunted you, causing the, for his liking, too frequent nightmares that sometimes kept you up at night. He was well aware what those were about and how they mostly ended.

The only thing he could do was to keep assuring you, reminding you that he'd never leave you on purpose, that you were probably his sole purpose he actually always did his best to come back home. And you - you couldn’t do anything but accept and take the comfort that he fed you with, to the point that you feared you'd turn delusional and actually start thinking that the possibility of Nanami not coming back home to you was almost inexistent.

"You know what I'm worried about?"

Your eyebrows quirked up. "What?"

"I'm worried about you thinking that the night lamp over there could actually save you in a life-and-death situation." the undertone of his voice was unmistakably serious, but you would not have married Nanami Kento if you didn't know that he was full on smirking at you right now.

"I see, you must have missed our couch a lot, Mr. Nanami." His chuckle quavered against your back as you offendedly turned it to him, his hold on you not loosening even a bit and instead inciting him to hold you even tighter. The light kiss he left on your neck made you melt into his embrace, reaching your hand down to his that was resting on your stomach, and weaving your fingers through his.

"Kento?"

"Hm?"

"Welcome home."

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 10 months

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lover (jake seresin pt. 11/12)

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader (Sunshine)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

A/N: Surprise! Two chapters in 24 hours! I couldn't stop writing so <3 We're almost to the end here but if you want to see snippets of the couple, send in some requests! Don't forget that this is part of a Universe so you'll see these two in the other stories of the Whatever This Is Universe!

Jake turns you around, open palms pressing against the flesh of your hipbones to head toward the door into Penny’s home. You follow him with ease, falling into lazy steps at his side as you slip into the house. “Oh,” you reach out, going to grab your vase of florals when Jake stops you lightly.

“How about we wait until morning to grab those Sunshine? Don’t want to drop them on the walk home,” his voice is low, deep in your ear as his front presses against your back. The weight of him feels familiar as he takes deep and steady breaths, it shoots electricity through your nerves. You nod shyly in agreement and turn, tucking back into his embrace.

“You’re right,” you nod, drunkenly mumbling and he smiles gently. Holding you snug against him, Jake turns to say goodnight to your aunt.

“You take care of her,” Penny’s words sound threatening but there’s a warmth in her eyes as she takes in the couple in front of her. She knows the feelings the two of you have for each other, knows that she sees so much of who Mav became to her in the way you speak to each other. She’s forgiving to an extent, praying that Jake does things the right way this time.

You lean back, stumbling only slightly as you stabilize and slide your fingertips over his biceps before collecting his large hand in yours. You nod to the entry way, not noticing the flush speckling over Jake’s cheeks when he gnaws on his bottom lip at the site of you. You move as one unit together through the front door and down the porch.

It’s quiet in the streets of North Island, the crickets and the hum of the streetlamps mixing with the calm lapping of the waves crashing along the sandy beach ahead of you. Jake matches your slow footsteps, letting you set the pace to get home. He hopes you’ll slow even more, stumble slightly so that he can have more time with your hand clenched in his. He misses the feeling of your thumb dragging along the heel of his palm, soothing a tension there he didn’t even know was present.

You stop suddenly and he’s too lost in his own train of thought to notice at first, until your arm is tugging him to turn around. He takes in the frown melting on your face, the glossy look of your lips as your tongue sticks out. He can’t tell if you’re going to cry or if you’re deep in concentration…perhaps it’s both as you pant your feet firmly into the pavement of the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost died?” your whimper echoes across the empty street, sniffling back the wet snot from your senses. Flashes of his words rush through your mind again, that he’d had a scary event during one of their exercises and it brings up a wave of nausea up through your stomach. The emotional wave of everything that had happened over the last few weeks since the morning you woke up without Jake came crashing down on top of you and tears began to stream down your warm cheeks.

“Oh Sunshine,” Jake rushes forward, collecting you in his arms tightly. His hand scoops the back of your head, tugging you so that your forehead rested in the crux of his neck while he sweetly rubbed your back. He cooed, “I’m okay…I’m here.”

“How could you almost die on me without us fixing everything?” you whined, nose nuzzling against the column of his neck. If you weren’t so upset, he’d enjoy the feeling of your lashes giving him butterfly kisses along his skin. He smelled like a fresh mint julep on a summer’s day mixed with the smoky scent of a campfire and you snuggled closer to the heat he provided.

“I’m never leaving you again,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, meaning it with all his heart. “Not unless you want me to go.” You spend a few more minutes hugging under the orange glow of the street lamp and pull back, wiping your eyes. If you were tired before, exhaustion now seeped into your soul as you settled back into a steady pace. You reached your home before you knew it and a silence fell over the two of you as you held his hand still, moving up the steps to the front door. You turn around, staring down at him for a few moments with uncertainty.

Jake didn’t want to risk it, didn’t want to lose all the progress he had gained in the last few hours. He would take what he could get, take things at a snail’s pace if you asked it of him until he could earn back your trust and deserve you. You stared down at him with a blooming of anxiety blossoming in your chest. The small and drunken voice in the back of your mind begged you to ask him inside, ask him to kiss away all the pain of the last few weeks. Could you truly let him back in though? And if you did, would he stay this time? You weren’t sure you were ready to find out. You stared at him with an intensity, wondering what was going on inside of his beautiful brain.

“I should,” Jake clears his throat and glances down the street, starting to count the miles it would take to get back to his home from here. “I should head home.” He turns back to you, going week in the knees as you stare back at him with a wide eyed and starry gaze. Your eyes sparkled as you searched his face, narrowing as you reached out to touch his cheek tenderly.

“Do…” you take a deep and shaky breath, “Do you want to come in?” The question feels guarded and he doesn’t blame you after all that’s happened. He hesitates, afraid to let you down. Afraid to say or do the wrong thing again. But Jake Seresin is stronger this time. He’s learned from his mistakes and knows this time to say what he truly wants to say.

“Are you sure?” he sounds small, his voice wobbling as he takes a step up to get closer to you. He’s open, vulnerable in a way that makes your heart melt.

“As long as you’re still here when you wake up in the morning,” you replied, lacing your fingers together again and squeezing it reassuringly. He could feel your hands tremble and he leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I promise.”

You take his word, breath him in and press your lips to his slowly. He gasps slightly, moving his mouth against yours with a meticulous passion. His hands wind in your hair, tugging at the nape of your neck as he steps up again to tower over you. Your hands circle his waist, resting against his bum as you pull him closer to you and moan lightly.

Pulling away slowly, you sway a little from the daze of his presence. Staring up at him through your lashes, you lead him through the front door of your home. Through the dark living room and down the hallway, you make your way to your bedroom. He rounds the bed, tugging down the comforter and staring at you while you shed your shirt, discarding it before your skirt pools at your feet. He watches as you climb beneath the sheets before stripping down to his briefs and joining you beneath the covers.

“Please don’t leave,” your voice echoes in the safety of the darkness, afraid suddenly of this being a dream. That you would close your eyes and he would be gone.

He crawls in beside you, hauling you into his strong arms and securing you against his chest. You settle against him, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures you, smoothing his hands over your hair as you began to doze off. He smiles at the light snores escaping your mouth in clusters before he falls asleep himself.

The next morning, you awake in a start, jumping slightly. Hot skin is pressed against your tummy, pressed against your curvy thighs as you try to roll over onto your side. A groan bubbles up as the sunlight burns through the window. Your heart skips a beat as Jake’s hands slide along the bare roundness of your stomach with ease. “Good morning,” he grumbles, his morning voice sexy in your ear. You smile, pressing your lips along his forearm as you settle back into his embrace.

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fictionalwh0ree · 1 year

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cheek to cheek- austin butler

based off: cheek to cheek by frank sinatra

word count: 846

warnings: none

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

just two hours ago, you were walking down an aisle with a bouquet in hand, your friends and family on one side and austin’s on the other, watching with tears in their eyes.

just two hours ago, austin was wiping tears from his eyes as you exchanged vows and promised to be with each other forever.

you knew that nothing really changed, but being mrs. austin butler seemed to fulfill you in a way you never expected. now, at your reception, you were taking in everything around you. from the beautifully decorated room to the tall, gorgeous cake waiting to be cut, your wedding day was going perfectly.

you were simply standing there, watching as guests danced with each other when you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“hi wife,” austin said, his voice alone making your stomach flutter.

“hi husband,” you responded, looking up at him to meet his love-filled eyes.

god, you were so in love with him.

you planted a kiss on his lips, but he soon pulled away at the sound of one of your favourite songs beginning to play.

austin’s hand slipped from your waist down to your hand and he picked it up fondly.

“may i have this dance?” he asked.

you nodded in response before he placed a kiss on the back of your hand, pulling you onto the dance floor. the band began to play as you positioned yourself with your arms around austin’s neck.

heaven, i’m in heaven

and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak

the lyrics resonated through the room as your head rested on his shoulder, both of you swaying gently. you could feel him looking down at you and when you met his eyes, it felt as though you were about to go into cardiac arrest. through the years, austin has never failed to make you nervous.

and i seem to find the happiness i seek

when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

a smile spread on his face, and it spread onto yours, causing you both to be smiling at each other like idiots, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you knew others were watching you dance, yet it felt like the entire world slipped away as you danced together.

yes, heaven, i'm in heaven

and the cares that hung around me through the week

seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak

when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

austin finally closed the gap by kissing you on the lips. you pulled him even closer until you were fully pressed up against each other. the kiss brought you back to everything you’d been through, from your first kiss to his proposal on the beach. you remembered how much you’d doubted your worth when it had happened, wondering if you should marry him when someone better could come around at any minute. he always assured you there was no one else he wanted to be with other than you. you remembered how stressful the wedding planning had been and how leading up to the event, everything seemed to be going wrong. as austin pulled away, you were brought back. as you held him close, you felt all your tension ease away.

oh i love to climb a mountain

and reach the highest peak

but it doesn't thrill me half as much

as dancing cheek to cheek

your slow dance picked up its pace when austin pushed you away and spun you around. when you were back in his arms, he couldn't help but stare at you. your cheeks began to heat up as he smiled at you.

oh I love to go out fishing

in a river or a creek

but I don't enjoy it half as much

as dancing cheek to cheek

you buried your head in the nook of his neck as the song was reaching its end. as you swayed gently, you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. his body provided warmth to yours against the air-conditioned room. his arms were wrapped around your waist and when he shifted their position slightly, you felt the cold metal of his wedding band graze your open back. the reminder caused you to start fidgeting with your own ring. you’d never been big on jewelry and often struggled to wear rings for long periods of time, yet with this one, you hoped you’d never have to take it off.

now mama dance with me

i want my arms about you

that charm about you

will carry me through

you placed small kisses along his neck before pulling away, a large smile adorning your face as you looked up at your husband.

“what is it?” he asked, smiling just as large as you were.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you too,” he responded, leaning forward to connect your lips yet again.

you continued to sway, entangled with each other, and as you appreciated everything about him, you couldn’t help but think,

heaven, i’m in heaven.

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philistiniphagottini · 4 months

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ITS COOKIE 🍪 😃 um anyway HAKU YUKI 28 PLEASE AND THANK YOU YOURE MY FAVE WRITER OF MY FAVE WRITING OFFICIALLY

Hi Cookie, glad you stopped by. Aww thank you so much for the kind words, I'm blushing :) And thanks for the request. I hope you like it.

28. Period Sex

(cw for period sex, mentions of blood, fem!reader)

NSFW below the cut

You couldn’t suppress the spine-tingling shiver that wracked your body when you felt the crown of Haku’s erection kiss your poor, neglected clit. You sucked down a sharp breath as the bundle of nerves throbbed harshly, prompting a trickle of blood to leak from your swollen pussy. You whimpered softly, squirming underneath your partner as your body retreated further into your makeshift nest, soft pillows and fluffy blankets tickling your bare skin with every move you made. You choked on a moan of pleasure as Haku’s hips tilted forward, the head of his cock pressing intimately against your soaked entrance. A small hiss whistled through your teeth as your hands flew to his waist, sharp nails scratching his skin as you tried to anchor yourself.

"Haku" you whined. "Sensitive."

A patient smile tilted Haku’s lips as he gazed down at you, warmth swimming in the depths of his eyes. He smoothed his hands over your plush thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your searing skin, easing the tension out of your muscles.

"I know, I know" Haku replied. "I promise to be gentle."

"Are you sure? It’s really…messy down there."

Haku pressed a fleeting kiss to your cheek, fondling nuzzling the tip of his nose into the soft skin before he leaned back. "It’s okay. A little blood will not put me off. Just let me spoil you."

A contented noise bubbled up your throat as Haku continued to rub soothing patterns into your body, coaxing you into relaxing further and easing your troubles away. Your stomach still ached from menstrual cramps, a dull throb settling in the pit of your gut as you constantly shifted, trying to find a position to lay in that didn't aggravate the pain. A moan stirred in your chest as Haku nudged his hips forward, sinking more of his heated arousal into you as your silky lips parted for him with little resistance. You continued to watch him ease into you with dazed eyes, unable to tear your gaze from where your bodies were joined in fervorous rapture. A shaky sigh fell from Haku’s lips, long lashes brushing against his hot cheeks as his eyes threatened to slip close from the onslaught of bliss. You always felt so heavenly around him and right now, your pussy was so warm and tight it made his nerves fray at the edges. He paused when he was fully sheathed inside of you, his hips flush to yours. You struggled to breathe, pulse racing frantically beneath your skin as your blood simmered in your veins. You dragged your nails across his porcelain skin, leaving behind faint red lines as a tight knot coiled in your stomach.

"Does it feel good?" Haku asked.

You nodded; hair ruffled against the soft pillow supporting your head as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. "So good."

Haku hummed softly as he started to move, slowly dragging his cock through your slick folds. The leisurely pace of his hips made you moan beneath him, your voice gracing his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. Another warm smile pulled at his rosy lips; the bruised skin parted around soft sounds of your name.

"You take me so well" Haku praised. "Such a good girl."

You fought to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent response. But all that escaped your parted lips was a breathy whisper of his name as your body trembled beneath him. Your body continued to burn with bliss, the discomfort in your stomach rapidly dissipating as Haku slowly dragged his cock through your plush walls, letting you feel the veins on his steadily throbbing dick with each punctuated roll of his hips. Your ears burned red hot at the wet sound coming from between your joined bodies, your thighs dripping with beads of arousal that stained your clammy skin as your insides were turned to mush.

You whined and twisted beneath Haku as his warm hands skimmed your sides, fingertips dancing over your torso as they walked up your soft belly. His greedy hands pawed at your heaving chest, cupping your soft, bouncing tits and giving them a firm squeeze. A loud squeak was wrenched from your lips as his deft fingers plucked your nipples, the slender digits rolling the sensitive buds into stiff peaks with practiced ease. Your walls fluttered around him as his fingers rubbed at the sensitive nerves, sending sparks of electricity to race along your back until your spine curved into a beautiful arch.

"Ahh, Haku" you moaned, each syllable dripping from your mouth like warm honey.

Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as Haku hummed gently, the vibrations dancing along your skin and making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up with a silent shiver. Long strands of brunette hair tickled your skin as he leaned forward, forehead pressed to yours as his lips grazed the tip of your nose.

"You look beautiful" Haku whispered.

His words only made the heat inside of you burn hotter, smouldering embers turning into brighter flames as your body was edged ever closer to your inevitable high. With each slow and precise rock of Haku’s hips the tension coiled tighter, threatening to shatter at a moment’s notice and drown you in an endless abyss. You weaved your fingers through his hair, silky strands curling around your fingertips as you pulled him closer, lips desperate to find his. A soft moan stirred in Haku’s chest as you caught his lips in a searing kiss, your breath puffing against his heated skin. You whined against his mouth, tongue pushing against the seam of his lips as you grind your hips against his, desperate for any extra spark of friction that could help you stumble over the edge.

"Are you close?" Haku asked, hot breath tickling your lips. "Is my pretty girl going to cum?"

You nodded along to his words, grip in his hair tightening as your nails pressed into his scalp. A small smile tilted his lips as he kissed you, a hand slipping between your bodies to toy with your aching clit. He adored the sound that crawled out of your throat as his thumb pressed against the tightly packed bundle of nerves. You threw your head back as a loud moan stung your throat, echoing around your stuffy bedroom as you pressed your face into the comforting embrace of your pillow. Haku dragged his lips across your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling your throat as his tongue darted out to taste the sweat dotting your skin. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your creamy walls, the head of his erection grinding against your sweet spot and making stars waver in your vision. He rubbed your clit in tight, firm circles, the swollen flesh shrieking from his attention as the pressure inside of you finally reached boiling point.

You could barely utter a warning, mind dazed and head feeling light as your world exploded around you. The coil in your stomach unfurled, bathing your body in white hot rapture. Haku wedged his bottom lip between his teeth, stifling the sultry moan that tickled the back of his throat as your ichor coated his entire length, your pussy gripping him like you were afraid to let go. His hips stuttered, fingers squeezing your pliant body as he moaned your name, warmth spreading across your abdomen as he spilled his seed deep inside you. Your body sank into the comforting confines of your bed, heart racing frantically in your ears as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

You shivered when Haku removed himself from you with a loud pop, pearls of his sticky cream dribbling through your folds as you pressed your legs together to try and stem the flow of fluids leaking from your core. You leaned into Haku’s comforting touch, your senses sluggishly crawling back to you as he pressed his lips to your temple.

"You did so well for me" he whispered, pressing another fleeting kiss to your skin.

You purred with content, soaking up all of his attention as he pampered you with more sweet affection and words of affirmation. The mess you made was a problem for future you to deal with.

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thedarlingdearestdead · 6 months

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Piloting P2

Summary: This one was requested! This is what happens when the two of you reach your rooms... P1 here. But it’s not necessary to have read it! Basically, you’re a young Padawan who’s caught the attention of General Skywalker, he locks the two of you in a bedroom together!

Warnings: Yep this is smut. Full on. R18.

Word count: 1,320

The walk to your quarters is a blur. The palace is a stunningly beautiful building, huge and old and unfamiliar, though apparently not to General Skywalker- Anakin. He walks with complete ease down these hallways, he does not seem intimidated by the size or grandeur of the buildings and people.

And he seems to know exactly where he is going, what he is doing. His confidence astounds you as you follow in complete confusion and stunned obedience to the man before you. Because though he was quiet and stoic throughout your journey, he communicated with his eyes the entire time. Glances as you turned corners, the ghosts of smiles as he watched you admire the architecture, the hungry look which appeared when you fixed your hair before meeting with the Queens party.

He was adamant on getting you settled, he said. On taking care of his troops, on those under his command. It was an act of responsibility then that he should escort you to your rooms, and carry your bags, it was his duty.

As you reached the door to your assigned quarters, Anakin set your bag down and turned to face you. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the electricity between you two.

"Look," Anakin began, his voice a mixture of earnestness and desire. . His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. "You've been on my mind since the first moment I saw you," he admitted, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "I can't resist this pull, this attraction."

You stood there, unable to tear your gaze away from him, a mixture of uncertainty and longing in your eyes. Anakin took a step closer, the air thickening with anticipation. “You first saw me a few hours ago?”

“No.” He says simply, slightly breathless as he stares into you. “It’s been months. Today has been my only opportunity to get you away from your master. You can't deny what's happening between us. There's a connection, a force that draws us together.”

His hand comes to hold your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine and you felt a warmth spreading through your entire being. You wanted to resist, to adhere to the rules and regulations of the Jedi Order, to make your master proud; but the magnetic force between you and Anakin was undeniable.

As much as he may have been watching you, you had been looking for him. He was famous, beautiful, powerful, kind. He was a shining and magnificent sight to behold, whether on the battlefield or in briefing, anytime that he had been in your vicinity, you had been distracted by him, enthralled by his mere presence. In this room, alone with him, his hands on you, it was all too much. Like a dream.

“But… you’re General Skywalker. You could have anybody?”

He shakes his head at you, looming over you with his great height with a sympathetic look on his face. How could you not know? “And yet I am here with you.” His other hand comes to your face as he leans in, kissing you with an intensity like nothing you had ever experienced before. It was desperate, forceful, and full of passion. You kiss back and his hands slide to your neck, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, those that escaped from your normally tight style.

His tongue enters your mouth and you let out an embarrassing moan, making him chuckle against your lips. The light moment does not last long however… The size difference between you became more apparent as Anakin pressed you gently against the door, his body closing the gap between you. His lips claimed yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. You melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his strong chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both tender and possessive. His strength was exhibited as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist clumsily, as he caught you off guard. The feeling of being in his arms, completely at his mercy, sent a thrill through you. His metal hand supported you, its strength a stark reminder of his experiences in battle as a soldier and the authority he held as a general.

He groans into your mouth as you buck against him, reacting to his hands under your top. His noises only fuelled the fire between you two. The passion that had been smouldering now erupted into flames, consuming both of you. The intensity of the kiss only increased as he carried you further into your quarters, off of the wall, he almost threw you down onto the bed.

The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. The air was thick with desire, and the anticipation hung in the room like a palpable force.

He leant down above you, stripping off his shirt, and grabbing at your pants eagerly. He unbuttoned them slowly however, staring into your eyes as he worked them down your legs and off the end of the bed. Now positioned by your feet he removed your boots too, then works his way up your body, kissing every inch of your legs and up your thighs.

His hands continued their exploration, tracing the contours of your body. Every touch sent electric shocks through your system, heightening the sensations. When he arrives back at your face he hovers for a moment, eyes level to yours. “You’re exactly how I imagined.” His hand goes between your legs to your clit and you moan, “So responsive.” He peppers your neck with kisses and you ache to touch him as he was you.

You go for his own trouser buttons but he grabs your hand sternly, “Not yet, you be a good padawan and let me attend you.”

That’s when he enters you, his metal fingers stretch you out with ease, “God you’re soaking, soaking for your General.” His fingers move in and out slowly. They were cold at first but now slick with your juices they almost burned. “I bet you dreamed about this, about my hands. I saw you watch them, in the control room.” His voice is husky with pleasure and pride, “I saw how you wanted me near.”

You almost scream from the pressure he applies to your core, coming with an intensity which makes your eyes roll back. He kisses you as you try to gain your breath, knocking your head back onto the pillows, filling you with the taste and smell of him. You almost come again.

When you eventually come back to life, you find that he had indeed stripped off his own pants, he towered over you, bare and glorious. Pumping himself while watching your face.

“I need more.” You whisper, reaching for his cock with one hand and his neck with the other, trying to pull him down into you.

“You’re in no position to make demands” He growls - but to little effect as he takes his place between your legs anyway. His size and mass are overpowering above you, and all you want is more. You can’t help the small whine which falls from your lips.

“But since you’ve been so good…” He says with a terrifying and maddening smile.

He enters you slowly, letting you adjust to his considerable size, inch by inch you take him. Your breath catches with his every move until he bottoms out, the two of you still for a moment and you take the time to close your eyes, capture the memory, the feeling, the sensation of being filled by him.

Your nails make a slow line down his back, tracing to grab his sides as you whisper. “Take me, General” And he does.

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