#is it wrong of me to put this in the x reader tags
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luffy & bathing together
per this request ! ◡̈
❤︎ luffy x fem reader ❤︎
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cw: fluff, kissing, undressing.
summary: you finally convince luffy to take a bath by promising to get in with him ♡︎ (as long as he doesn't splash you ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
word count: ~1,800
tagging: @luckycheesecakeangel @missmugiwara @bby-deerling @3v37773 @laylaloves-ed @shamblespirate @lowkeycasanova @maddddstuff
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You've got Luffy in a bind.
He knows he needs to bathe, shed the layers of the week's grime. He’s utterly filthy, but his stubborn nature keeps him from stepping into the water.
The two of you sit hand in hand atop the Sunny's crow's nest, the sun casting a warm glow over the sea. Your head rests against his scarred chest, his heart beating steadily under your ear.
"Luffy," you say gently, looking up at him as determination nips at your tongue. "It'll feel so nice to wash away the salt and sweat. You can't keep putting it off forever."
He chuckles, the mischief clear in his eyes. "I don't need a bath! I'm a pirate! A little dirt never hurt anyone."
You laugh at his playful defiance, knowing he's just trying to avoid it. "Come on, you'll be a lot more comfortable after a soak. And maybe…” you tease, a sly smile playing on your lips, “I'll join you."
Luffy's eyes light up at your words, his curiosity piqued. "You'll join me?" he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Only if you promise to behave," you chuckle, “No splashing me."
"Deal!" Luffy agrees with a wide grin.
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With a gentle squeeze of Luffy's hand, you pull him along, your smiles matching as you descend the crow’s nest with your captain in tow. The sun's golden rays bathe the ship's deck in light, casting a radiant glow around you. As you walk, your fingers remain intertwined with his, a familiar and comforting touch.
You lead him toward the bathroom, passing by the others on the crew who wave and nod as you go. Luffy's easygoing demeanor brightens the mood, his laughter carrying on the breeze as you tease him about how nice it will be to finally get clean.
Luffy chuckles, but you can tell he's warming up to the idea, especially when you lean into him, whispering promises of relaxation and the pleasant warmth of the bath. His grip tightens around your hand in response, his excitement growing.
As you approach the bathroom door, Luffy grins at you, a mix of anticipation and affection in his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm going!" he says with a playful laugh.
You nudge open the door, and Luffy lets you step inside first, the warm scent of candles and bath salts guiding your way.
“I’ll get the bath ready,” you tell Luffy with a smile, giving him a playful nudge. “You go ahead and get undressed.”
Luffy grins at you, giving a mock salute. “Aye, aye, captain!”
As he begins to undress, you turn your attention to the bath. The water pours from the faucet, quickly filling the tub. You adjust the temperature, making sure it’s just right—not too hot, not too cool—for a comfortable soak.
While you focus on preparing the bath, you can hear the soft rustling of Luffy’s clothes as he removes them. He lets out a quiet, satisfied sigh as he frees himself from the layers of fabric.
Once the bath is ready, you turn off the faucet and glance over at Luffy, who stands bare and carefree. He gives you a playful grin, his eyes full of affection.
“All set!” he declares.
His confident stance, hands on his hips, and the playful grin he offers you make your cheeks flush with a sudden warmth. Your legs feel wobbly, and your heart races at the sight of him.
Luffy’s easy confidence and affection draw you in, making you smile despite your blush. He notices the pink hue on your cheeks and chuckles gently. “What’s wrong?” he teases, stepping closer to you.
You clear your throat, trying to regain your composure as you meet his gaze. “Nothing, just… you’re so ready to go,” you say, pathetically attempting to match his confident tone.
Luffy’s grin widens at your words, and he reaches out towards you, his fingers meeting the hem of your dress with a questioning tug.
“C’mon,” he grins, slyly tugging at the fabric, “Join me.”
Beckoned by his eagerness, you follow your captain’s nude lead, slowly pulling your dress up and over your head.
You feel a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as Luffy's gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and affection. His playful grin widens as he watches you, his excitement palpable.
With your dress discarded, you stand before him in nothing but your bra and panties, feeling vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated by his gaze. Luffy's expression softens, a tender warmth filling his eyes as he takes in the sight of you.
"You look beautiful," he whispers, his voice uncharacteristically soft and genuine.
Your heart skips a beat at his words, a blush spreading across your cheeks at his unexpected compliment. You smile shyly, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of your stomach.
"Thank you, Luffy."
Without another word, Luffy steps closer to you, his bare chest inches away from yours. The warmth of his skin against yours sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of desire within you.
His fingers brush against your cheek, his touch gentle and tender. You lean into his touch, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his breath on your face.
Without warning, Luffy leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
The kiss is passionate, a bit messy, so Luffy.
Lost in the sweetness of the kiss, you and Luffy linger for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of each other's lips.
As you finally pull back, a soft smile lingers on your lips, your eyes meeting Luffy's with blushing fondness, "Alright, Luffy," you murmur, "We need to get in the bath before it gets too cold."
Luffy's grin widens at your words, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Right!" he agrees, his eagerness returning as he takes your hand in his. "No more delays, let's go!"
With a shared chuckle, you remove the last of your undergarments and step into the warm water of the bath, the comforting embrace of the steam enveloping you.
The warmth of the water encapsulates you both as you settle into the bath, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips. Luffy leans back against the edge of the tub, his eyes closed in bliss as he savors the soothing heat.
You sit beside him, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub fills the air, creating a tranquil ambiance that lulls you into relaxation.
Luffy opens his eyes, his gaze finding yours with a soft smile. "This feels amazing," he murmurs, his voice low and content.
You nod in agreement, leaning closer to him as you soak in the warmth together, "I told you," you chuckle softly. The tension of the day melts away, leaving only the quiet comfort of each other's company.
"Alright, now let me help clean you up," you smile warmly at him, and he nods, leaning forwards to allow you to wash his back.
As you reach for the soap, you can't help but admire the intricate network of scars that crisscross Luffy's skin, a testament to the countless battles he's fought. With gentle hands, you lather up the soap, being careful to avoid aggravating any tender areas.
Luffy watches you with a playful glint in his eyes, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "It's okay," he teases, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm made of rubber, not glass, you know."
You chuckle at his playful demeanor, continuing to wash him with care. "I know, but I want to make sure I don't hurt you," you reply softly, your touch gentle and soothing.
Luffy laughs, the sound echoing through the bathroom. "Don't worry about me," he reassures you, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I've been through worse than a little soap and water."
You smile at his resilience, feeling a swell of affection for the man before you.
As you finish washing him, Luffy leans back with a satisfied sigh, his skin glowing in the soft light of the bathroom. "Thanks!" he exclaims, his voice filled with gratitude. "That felt amazing."
You smile back at him, feeling a sense of closeness that warms your heart. "Anytime, Luffy," you reply softly. "I'm always here for you."
As the water begins to cool, you glance at Luffy with a playful grin. "Although, I think it's time to get out before we turn into prunes."
Luffy merely grins at your suggestion, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
But before you can react to his sly face, he splashes you with a quick flick of his hand, the water droplets landing on your skin with a playful splash.
You roll your eyes at his antics, but a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. With a smirk, you lean closer to him, closing the distance between you. Luffy's eyes widen in surprise as you press your lips to his.
For a moment, the only thing that matters is the sweetness of his kiss, but you can't help but give in to the game your captain started.
When you finally pull back, you're met with Luffy's wide-eyed gaze, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
Even as you feel the warmth of the kiss linger on your lips, you can't resist the urge to quickly gather some water in your hand and splash it back at Luffy with a playful flick of your wrist.
The water splashes across his chest, eliciting a surprised yelp from Luffy as he blinks in astonishment. His wide-eyed gaze shifts from the water droplets to you, his lips curling into a playful grin.
"Hey!" he protests, his laughter bubbling up as he reaches for more water.
"Gotcha," you say with a grin.
You laugh along with him, feeling the joy of the moment wash over you. The sound of his laughter fills the air, mingling with yours as you engage in a playful water fight.
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As you grow tired and the water stills, Luffy's first to stand up, water cascading down his glistening skin before he offers you a hand and a grin. You follow suit, rising to your feet with your captain's help, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after your soak.
Together, you dry off and dress, the memory of the bath lingering in your minds as you return to the deck of The Sunny. As you watch the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you reach for Luffy's hand.
And although you don't look up at his face, far too captivated by the sunset, you know he's grinning as he intertwines his fingers with yours.
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LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU (PART ONE)
carl grimes x fem!reader
tags: SMUT!!! p in v, RIDINGGGGG BABYYYY, unprotected sex (be safe!)
masterlist here!
i wrote this so i could get motivated to write again, it’s the first fic i’ve written that wasn’t requested in a long ass time, so this one��s just an idea from me and a fic for myself i hope u like!!! (also thanks to my bsf @delusionaldolly for helping me describe sex positions LMAOOOO i don’t write smut often i needed opinions.)
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Carl was always telling you that you needed to be safe outside the walls. He always told you if you were to go on a run, the only people you should go with was Daryl or Glenn. So, when he told you he couldn’t go on a woods date because he’d be going out for supplies with the two of them, you wanted to go with. But he still refused.
“I don’t understand, I thought you said it was fine if Glenn and Daryl took me, you said they’re the most reliable. We were supposed to go to the woods anyway…” You reason, following him through the house as he gathered his belongings. “We can go on the date tomorrow, anyway this time’s different. We’re going to the store on Miller street, the last time the guys went, it was filled with walkers.” He makes his way out of your guys’ room and down the hall. “Well why’re you going then? I don’t want you to.”
He stops just before the stairs and he sighs, turning around to look at you intently. “It’s just how it is, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you out there, and you definitely don’t have to worry about me.” He explains. You’re sort of annoyed at the fact he thinks he has to take care of you. He continues down the steps and you follow after. “You don’t have to worry about me, I don’t understand. You’re being quite the hypocrite.” You refute. He shakes his head and grabs his bag before heading towards the door.
“Seriously Carl, what the fuck?” He places his hand on the handle and turns to you. “I’ll see you at eight.” He opens the door and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
You stayed home the whole day, quite pissed to say the least. You babysat Judith, which didn’t bother you at all but you’d rather have gone with him. You felt worried, not to mention left out. By the time they came home, you were sitting on the floor in the living room with Judith, playing with her toys. “Here, bug, this one has jingles.” You shake the toy in front of her and she yawns, grabbing it but dropping it. You hear the front door open and you see Carl and Daryl walking through the door. AKA your signal to get Judith up to bed.
You stand up and pull Judith up as well, letting her stand on your feet as you take slow steps towards the stairs. They both acknowledge you and Carl’s the first to say something. “Hey, how was babysitting?” He asks, noticing how focused you are on keeping Judith on your feet. “It was fun. We gotta go to bed, don’t we Judith?” You reply dismissively, Daryl and Carl share a knowing look while you head up the stairs.
You get Judith changed and in her crib, you exit and closer her door quietly before turning to be met with Carl just standing there. “Oh sh-” You put your hand over your heart and he sort of giggles at you. “Jesus christ make a noise or something.” You roll your eyes and walk down the hall and he follows after. “I’m alive, see? The run was a breeze.”
He tries his best to make you realize you were wrong about not wanting him to go out. “Yeah no shit, I see that but that doesn’t make the whole situation any less frustrating.” You retort. He closes the door behind you guys and you sit on the bed, kicking your boots off your feet and he does the same. “I was left here alone, not to mention you ditched our date.” You stand up to start changing and he watches you from the bed. “I know, and I’m sorry I just- It seemed like the best way for me to get practice with knives. I’m still not the best since…my eye.” He replies quietly. You turn from the dresser to look at him.
Well you just feel bad now. “Shit I just feel sort of selfish…I’m sorry.” You sort of sympathize with him and walk over to run your hand through his hair. “Don’t worry. I get it, probably more than anyone.” He holds the sides of your thighs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over them as he looks up at you. “But, if you wanna make it up to me, and if you’d let me make it up to you…I can think of somethin we could do.”
Within the next couple minutes you’re both stripped of your clothes, Carl is sitting back against the pillows while you’re on his lap. He has your tit in his mouth, his eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling of your nipple against his tongue. He moans against your skin and your hand goes up to tug on his hair a bit. He pulls away from your chest to look up at you breathlessly. “Please I need to feel you.”
You smile and adjust your position on his lap, slowly sinking onto his dick. The both of you moan at the feeling, he leans his head against your chest as he feels your heat surround him. His hands go to your hips, yours go to his shoulders to steady yourself. He guides your hips back and forth, only making the pace quicker. “Oh fuck you drive me insane.” He mumbles into your chest, his eyes half lidded and his grip on your hips getting tighter.
You can feel him start to buck his hips upwards, pushing his dick farther into you. You lean on him a bit, resting your weight on your knees as you straddle him, allowing him to thrust up even more. He rests your hands on your waist and looks up at you, watching as your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure. He slows a bit and you pull away to lean back on your hands, his cock still penetrating you while you steady yourself. This put your body on display, he could see everything.
You start to move yourself back and forth, practically fucking yourself on him. Carl’s eyes go wide at the way you grind on him, he could cum from the sight alone. And he almost did. “Fuck- m’gonna-” He said shakily. You’re breathing heavy, the feeling leaves you unable to speak and Carl leans forward to rub your clit with his thumb. That basically sends you over the edge and you cum, moaning quite loudly. The feeling of you clenching around him added on top of your moans causes Carl’s orgasm to follow shortly after.
A couple of minutes went by and you were cuddled together in bed, he’d cleaned you up and pulled your clothes back on for you. You loved aftercare with him, he was always the sweetest. The two of you soon fell asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.
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The next morning, you had perimeter watch so Carl woke up early to make you breakfast. Or try at least, he made you eggs and selected some fruit for you to eat before leaving. He sat and talked with you, making you laugh before leaving for work. You did a ton of different stuff at Alexandria, perimeter watch was your least favorite. You’d even faked having a bad headache one time to get out of it.
So, you stood there watching carefully when you hear a voice from the bottom of the post. It was Glenn. You peak your head over. “Can I come up?” He asks. “Yeah go for it.” You step back and continue to watch around the gates while you waited for him to climb up. Once he did, he looked at you and sort of laughed awkwardly. He was being weird but he’s always sort of like that so you didn’t pay any mind to it. “Did you need something?” Your focus is still on the scenery in front of you as you speak.
“Uhh…yeah there was sort of something I need to tell you about the run yesterday.” He was nervous and it was evident with his tone. You turn to him, your eyebrows furrowing a tad. “Okay..explain.” He nods and swallows hard. “Just- don’t get angry okay? I mean I’m not really meant to be saying anything but I feel horrible to keep it from you and-”
“Oh my god please just spit it out.” You cut him off. “Right. Yesterday Carl had a close call with a walker, it basically tackled him and was really close to just-” He stops for a moment but continues. “It almost bit his face off. Daryl saved him last second when I’d got close enough to hear their conversation…I guess they didn’t see me, they made an agreement to keep it from you. Not to tell you about it.” He explained, somewhat ashamed.
You stop to think. You felt shitty about it all, for sure. He’d gotten pissy at you about wanting to go, made you feel bad for not wanting him to go, and used the excuse of his eye. He told you it all went well. He lied to your face, then fucked you after.
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a/n: part two is coming soon :)
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Paint Away, My Little Dove - Chapter 8
A/N: wohoo this was rly fun to write holy shit. this is also my first smut ever so yay! this is also the longest chapter i have done yet so it should make up for the long wait <33
word count: 4.4k
tags: arthur morgan x fem!reader, fluff, age gap, smut, creampie, kinda cockwarming but nor rly?, tiny bit of angst
dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive
pictures are from pinterest
It had been a few days before Arthur joined you in Strawberry. Even though you were used to spending time alone; it felt off this time. The last time you had been together was right after a robbery of a trolley station in Saint Denis went wrong. What caused you all the worry was the fact that saying goodbye was left with not the usual fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest, but more of an unrest.
But now, it felt okay again.
You were nested in the big bed in your rented room, leaning against Arthurs bicep as you rubbed your feet on his toned quads. His thick fingers were lingering on your skin, travelling from one spot to another every once in a while. The sound of the rain hitting the windows filled the air with comfort. It had been cloudy and rainy for a few days now, mimicking your state of mind.
“Dutch wants t’get back at Bronte for trickin’ us.” He mumbled; eyes set on the stained ceiling.
You sighed. This could have been avoided easily by just not believing that man. Who in their right mind would trust Angelo Bronte out of all people? “You think that’s smart?”
“Nah.” Arthur chuckled. “If there’s a reason to get back at that son of a bitch, it ain’t the robbery. Now ain’t the time anyway. Dutch’s just been blinded by money ‘n revenge.”
“You could use me as bait.”
Arthur sat up slightly, looking at you like you were a ghost. “Are ya insane, woman?” He questioned, eyes widening at the thought of putting you in such a dangerous situation. It would have been considerable if you had been one of the women at camp, who were used to being exposed to robberies and dangerous positions. But you; you were an artist. Even if you had been in life-or-death situations before, for Arthur, there was no need to put you in another.
You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the hairs on the skin prickling your palms, attempting to calm him down. “Arthur. He said he wanted me dead or alive. I don’t know what he will do to you if you don’t do as he says.” You explained, caressing an arm of his, tilting your head, trying to get him to hold eye contact with you again. “He’s got a lot of men behind him.”
“That I ain’t worried about.” Arthur took your hands into a single of his, holding them firmly by your wrists. “Darlin’, the camp doesn’t know about ya. I don’t want yerself to get involved into their plans. Not now at least. Things are too foggy.”
The rain had gotten stronger now, hitting the windows with more force than before, creating a thudding sound each time. Things were ought to get more complicated from now on. It had seemed like the air around you got a bit chillier, urging you to wrap the blanket you were sitting on now around your shoulders.
“Would it be so bad to let your camp know about me?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
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The fine line between autumn and winter could create the most unpredictable weathers. What was pouring down from the sky a few days prior in masses, was now flowing peacefully on the banks. The brisk air caused the hairs on your body to rise, yet the moderate warmth of the sun demanded them to stay down.
“Not far anymore.” You mumbled, readjusting the grip on your reins as you steered your two horses, careful to not harm the wagon in the process of crossing the river.
Arthur was in front of you, taking the lead to see where it was safe for the hooves to step on. Once on dry ground again, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, igniting it and took a long inhale. Especially for him the past few days have been stressful. From Dutch’s behavior to Bronte’s games to keeping you safe. The poor man could get no rest.
As you two approached the town, the familiar character of Valentine filled your senses. The smell of the sheep and cattle entered your nose while the sound of the people talking filled your ears.
“Ya remember when ya wanted t’sell me somethin’ here?” Arthur smirked, getting off his horse and walking over to you. He offered you his hand to offer you additional support to step down from your wagon.
In response, you rolled your eyes playfully, smiling as you did so. You took his hand, feeling his secure grip on your smaller one as you stepped down, nodding at him once as a small ‘thank you’ gesture. “I’ll get the horses to the stable. They could all use a little luxury. Could you go and get us a room?”
“Yes, mam.” Arthur tipped his hat, walking off to the direction of the hotel, gladly following your order.
After disappearing from your vision, you strutted over to the front of your horses, gripping the reins of Arthurs as well, as you lead all three towards the stables. The sun had not been strong enough to dry out the ground just yet, causing your boots to turn muddier with each step you took.
“Miss Y/N!” The stableman greeted you, cheering at your presence.
“Hey, there.” You smiled, slowing your pace as you walked through the big wooden doors.
“Got quite a collection there. Instead of two, I am now seein’ three.” He joked, taking the reins from your hand, removing your horses from the wagon, and putting them into the boxes they were used to stay in. After being done with storing them, he took the reins of Arthurs Shire, looking at you with a hint of confusion expressed on his face. “What about this fella?”
“Just give him the usual package as well. He belongs to a friend of mine.”
The brunette man nodded, patting the black coated horse on the snout. “Handsome boy.”
You placed your hand on the neck of the tall horse, giving it a few pets. “Good as well.”
“You sellin’ anything while here this time?”
You pouted, taking a breath in through your nose, your eyes glued to the horse still. “Wasn’t planned. I usually send letters to the sheriff prior to make sure it’s fine with him.”
“Well, if you change your mind- go have a talk with him. He’s got a liking to you. That man won’t say no.”
Mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’, you left the stables, making your way to the infamous hotel. The locals were usually the friendliest to you here in Valentine. While passing, people greeted you with a smile or a small wave. They were used to you setting up a stand anytime you were in this town, adoring your paintings whenever they saw it.
After walking up the steps to the upper floor of the hotel, you turned to your right, moving to the room number the manager at the front deck gave you. With quiet knocks you alerted the older man inside, who opened the door not too long after, greeting you with a small smile.
“Horses are taken care of.” You remarked, taking off your shoes and coat before throwing yourself down on the soft texture of the mattress. With the relaxation of your body came the torment of your mind. Now all there was to do was to think. Think about what to say; think about what to change and think about what to do. “What will you do to Bronte?” You asked, breaking the silence.
Arthur peeked up from the table he was standing by, stopping the action of writing into his diary for a brief second. “Don’t know, sweetheart. Dutch keeps talkin’ about money. They want to get Bronte out the way to rob somethin’ bigger. Somethin’ that’s worth all the shootin’.”
“And then what?”
“Camp wants to get away. Dutch is talkin’ about some place called Tahiti. But I just don’t know any more what I want.”
Hearing those words were painful. After all this time, it seemed like his camp was still what was the most important thing to him. If they all left after getting the money they needed; he would follow. You were not present in those plans. How could you be? Arthur had refused to let you meet them for the longest time now. It was not like he was in the wrong. Yet, it still hurt. No matter what would happen he would be with his camp. And you? You were insignificant.
Noticing your silence, Arthur let out a sigh before putting down his diary. He slowly walked over to the bedframe, letting the weight of him drop down to the mattress. After still not looking up at him, he took a finger to place it underneath your chin, guiding your face up to create eye contact. “What is it that ya want, dove?”
“I want a lot.”
“Tell me then.”
“It’s stupid.”
“It can’t be.”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you moved your frame to the middle of the bed, creating space for him to sit on.
Arthur placed a hand now on the side of your head, gently pressing down on it to make you lay your head on his shoulder.
“I want a farm.” You started. “And a gallery, made out of glass, just for my paintings.”
“That so?” Arthur smiled, placing a kiss on your temple.
You hummed to confirm your statement, playing with your fingers, being a little embarrassed after saying your wishes out loud.
“And where exactly would those things be?” Arthur questioned, taking a hand of yours to stop you from fidgeting with them. He had recognized your nervousness. Now again, the age gap made itself be present. You had dreams and a goal in life. For him, that was already over. All he could do was be a servant to the ones who were still fighting. His loyalty was set on the gang. That did not mean that he would simply abandon you for them. Yet, he was torn. Life had given him too many things to balance. It was on him to decide what to throw out of the equation to move things forward.
“Big Valley, maybe? I always tend to go there.”
“Big Valley, huh?”
“Yea, why?”
Arthur let out a chuckle before answering. “That’s the place we first met.”
“Oh.” You giggled. Another silence occurred, forcing the both of you to wrestle with your thoughts again. There was a certain tension in the room; as if things were left unspoken. You had so much to ask him: ‘What about me? What about us? When will you leave? What will I do once you do?’ But where were you supposed to start? Collecting your courage to confront him, you sat up, leaning your body weight on the hand that was propped up on him, earning you a puzzled look from Arthur. “Arthur, I- what are we doing here?”
“What?”
“What is this? We’re always together. We hug and cuddle but what are we doing?”
Arthur continued to stare at you, scanning his eyes all over your face, unable to read your emotions as you questioned your relationship with him. “I-“
“I was hoping you wanted me the way I want you.” There it was. The confession you had bundled up in your chest for weeks. There was no turning back now. You had poured out your heart to him in a single sentence. All that was left for you to do now was to listen what we would say. By looking at him, you could see the wheels in his head turning. He was trying desperately to think before talking.
“I do want ya, sweetheart.” Arthur confessed, placing a hand on your arm, rubbing it affectionately. “It’s just-“ He closed his eyes for a brief moment, smacking his lips once before continuing. “What could a pretty little thin’ like you get out of an old man like me?”
“Arthur, no.” You moaned, moving your body closer to his to place your palm on his brunette beard. “Why would I care about you being older than me?” You knew about the concerns Arthur had about the two of you from his diary entries. Yet this was the first time he confessed it to you verbally. “Arthur you’re the sweetest and kindest man I have ever laid my eyes on. When you asked me before what I want- I wanted to say ‘you’. I wanted to say ‘us’.” You roamed your hands all over his saddened face now, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, making him look at you. “I want us to happen, Arthur. I wanna be yours.” As your voice got quieter but needier, you moved his arm away from his torso, gathering your courage to sit on his lap, your hands still placed near his face. “Please.” You begged, starting to slowly move your hips on his groin. “Call me yours.”
Arthur clenched his jaw at your words, slamming his eyes shut for a second before giving into your devotion. He places his rough hands on your face, pulling you down to him to slam his lips onto yours.
His harsh handling alone made you moan into the kiss, moving your lips to the rhythm of his. It did not take too long for the both of you to roam each other’s mouths with your tongues, the act getting more frantic as the milliseconds passed.
Arthur placed his hands onto your rear, squeezing it tightly and pulling you closer to him to release the tension that had now formed in his tight black pants. He sat up fully, moving his hands now to grasp your hips, flipping you over onto your back. For a second, he broke the kiss, looking into your eyes, scanning you for any hesitation. Not finding any, he dived back into the kiss, causing your heart to beat faster and faster in anticipation.
“Arthur…” You whimpered against his lips, thrusting your lower body in an attempt to get more friction to your heat.
“I know, darlin’.” He whispered, moving his hands down your body, the calloused skin feeling like rocks against your soft frame.
Being displeased about the fact that you were both fully clothed, you took matters into your own hands, leaning on your elbows to pull Arthur shirt over his head after you undid the first few upper buttons.
After mirroring the same action, Arthur slid his hand to your now exposed neck, sucking on skin next to it. He opted to slide his other down to your pants, bringing you closer by gripping the thin fabric, pressing your naked chests closer.
“Take off your clothes.” You managed to whisper in between hungry kisses.
A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest before he obligated to your request, pulling down his pants propping himself on one arm that was placed next to head on the mattress.
While he was occupied with his, you took off your own, leading to the both of you exposing all of your skin. Placing your hands back on his neck, you pulled him down to you, your lips not being able to get enough of his.
Unhurried, Arthur slithered his hand down your stomach, moving it closer to your cunt. Once there, he cupped it gently, making you moan quietly as you thrusted your hip against it.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He grumbled, the feeling of his hand on your heat sucking the air from your chest.
Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as he started to move his head down, a shaky groan rolling through his chest as a response.
Setting his hands on the back of your knees, Arthur flipped your legs up, moving an arm of his to hold them up with a single limb. The fresh air hit your warm cunt, causing you to bite your lip at not only the feeling but also on the sight in front of you. “Please.” You begged, tilting your head at the man who was keeping you in place.
The pecks he delivered to your inner thighs travelled closer and closer to where you wanted him, his eyes on you like a predator stalking his prey. He had never heard sounds as pretty as the ones you were giving him, begging to be touched. A thick finger of his swiped through your wet folds, wanting to hear your melodies again. “You’re already soaked for me, dove.” He rasped before putting his face closer to you, his beard tickling your delicate skin. It did not take his tongue long to find your bundle of joy, flicking it continuously, making you close your eyes and lean your head back into the cushions.
“God, Arthur.” You moaned, your voice getting higher from the way your nerves were getting tickled by the sensation.
“Ya taste so good.” He murmured, crawling back up to you to engulf you in another heated kiss, demanding you to taste yourself on his tongue. Arthur began to sink his middle finger into you, deepening the kiss for only a split second before he propped himself back up, staring into your eyes to make sure it felt okay. “This alright, sweetheart?”
You nodded, letting out small gasps in a pathetic attempt to respond to him.
Arthur cooed at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you squirmed. “Don’t gotta talk. That nod’s good enough. Lemme take care of ya.” His voice got lower and lower with each word, the lust in his body taking over. The finger inside you was curled now, pulling small moans from you. For him, the sounds you were making came straight from heaven. Why did the two of you refuse this for so long?
“I need you inside me.” You cried softly, moving your hips faster against his hand.
“Easy, now.” Arthur rebuked, pulling his hand out of you, causing you to let out a whine. “Ya wanna take me already?”
Giving yourself a small moment to think about his question, you shook your head, making Arthur tilt his head. “I wanna taste you as well.” You demanded, pushing his body off you to put yourself on all fours.
Arthur was now on his knees, allowing you to take control for the meantime. His already hard cock was in front you, throbbing and asking to be touched in any way. As you put a hand on his dick, Arthurs hands travelled to your hair, holding it back and out of your face to allow himself to have no blockage of the view. With eyes set on his blue ones, you licked a trail from his base to his tip, causing Arthur to let out a low moan as he leaned his head back. After all the years of torment and stress his body has been going through, this was needed; badly.
You wrapped your lips around his cock, focusing on the tip when you swirled your tongue as you bopped your head. Your hand was travelling along on his cock, making sure to stroke what you were not able to fit into your mouth.
“You’re a pretty little thing, ain’t ya? Good girl.” Arthur cussed, the breath in his voice hitching as you kept sucking him off.
As a reply you hummed around him, Arthur whimpering at the sound of it.
“Just lemme-“ Arthur noted, placing a hand on the back of your neck while the other found his way below your chin. “Keep yer mouth open for me, darlin’, alright?”
You looked up at him, nodding once to let him know whatever was coming was okay for you. You noticed the hesitation in him. Arthur required your approval for every single thing he wished to do. The poor man had been through so much in his life. This was a way for you to let him release it all. If anyone deserved it, it was Arthur.
With your permission, he started to thrust into your mouth, the action creating vulgar sounds that filled the hotel room.
“Got the prettiest little throat.” Arthur groaned, saying the words in between the fast thrusts he was doing. He licked his lips once before moderately slowing them down, only to push your head further into him, letting go of you once you gagged. A trail of spit remained glued from his cock to your lips when you pulled back, his eyes darkening with craving at the sight of it.
After collecting your breath, you looked up at the man from your hands and knees, flashing a big smile and biting your bottom lip.
“Ya really like this, don’t cha?”
You hummed in approval, a hand of yours pumping his cock, refusing to leave it without any attention. “Now, I want you inside of me.”
As a reply, Arthur flipped you onto your back again, one single hand holding both of your legs up by the back of your knees. He first placed a thumb on your clit, skillfully rubbing a figure eight against the sensitive patch.
The eye contact you both remained could turn anyone primal. Sucking air in between your teeth, you moaned his name, needy to feel his cock in you.
Once he removed his hand from your heat, Arthur soaked in the view from your wet folds, this angle allowing him to take in each pore.
In protest from the lack of touch, you slid your own hand down your body, rubbing yourself with three fingers.
Instead of fighting for the control, Arthur simply watched your hand, enjoying the sight of your delicate fingers rubbing against your glistening body. “No art of yers is gonna be able to touch the beauty of this.”
You giggled at his words, your heartbeat speeding up as he propped himself up, licking his own hand for some lubrication to rub it on his tip before pumping his shaft a few times. Once he contacted your skin, he rubbed himself against your soaked cunt. As he sank himself slowly into you, you hissed at the feeling of being stretched out by the man you were in love with. To get him closer to you, you put a hand on the back of his neck, forcing him to lean his forehead against yours as he disappeared in you, inch by inch, letting out a long and low groan as he did.
“Atta girl,” He breathed out, the large hand he had placed on your legs now gripping tighter onto the thin skin there. “Takin’ me so good already.”
“You feel so good.” You moaned out, pupils wide and mouth hanging open at the filling feeling of him inside you. Your pulse was now at its high, your heart feeling like it could burst out of your chest.
Arthur placed several light kisses on your legs, hip hips now slowly going back and forth, watching his cock get more soaked with each time he pulled back of you. After a while of repeating this, he struggled with holding himself back from gaining speed, asking you if it was alright for him to take things faster. With a nod and still the deep stare into his eyes, he began to pick up pace to a more relentless one, pumping his cock into you, setting a pace that was rough, yet not animalistic.
The pressure in your abdomen continued to boil, the speed of his thrusts being exactly what you needed. The desperation in your moans and whines built themselves up, your legs squirming more and more, causing Arthur to grip your body painfully now to keep himself steady and to not crush your frame with his weight.
A hand that Arthur previously had on your breasts, moved down to your clit once more, rubbing the spot gently, yet rapid.
Your thighs began to shake, a hand of your own now shutting your own mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet from the amount of pleasure Arthur was giving to you.
“You’re okay.” Arthur groaned, a hint of desperation behind his voice, nipping at the skin on your calves as you continued to shake.
Loud cries escaped your mouth as his thumb rubbed the circles faster and faster. With a whine of his name your walls clenched around his cock, tightly wrapping it.
To allow you to come down from your high, Arthur stopped his thrusts, letting go of your legs to lean down to kiss your closed eyelids which were fluttering. “Ya alright?” He asked, doing his best to keep his movements as minimal as possible while being buried deep in you.
You nodded, smiling at him. “Want you to come inside me.”
Arthur smirked at you, moving his body in a way that allowed you to spread your legs only for you to wrap them around his core. The feeling of your legs tight against him caused him to go back to his relentless speed in a matter of seconds, eliminating the quiet moment you just had, filling the air again with the sound of skins slapping and your frantic cries.
“W-want you to fill me up.” You managed to say in between your euphoria, and that was all that Arthur needed to convince him.
With a couple more bruising thrusts he buried himself to a halt, emptying himself in hot intervals into you, groaning loudly. Arthur lazily leaned his forehead to yours, smiling at you with his eyes closed. “Jesus.”
“Not quite.” You giggled, making him roll his eyes at your comment. When he tried to remove himself, you shut your legs tighter around him, silently asking him to stay buried in you for only a little bit longer.
Arthur wrapped his arms around you, puling you closer to him, lingering kisses all over your face.
You brushed your nose against his when he travelled his lips from one side to another, forcing a bigger smile from him.
- 🍯
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#paint away#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan fluff#arthur morgan smut#arthur morgan x you
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WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (2/2)
multiple blue lock characters x reader
tags: established relationships, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons
taglist: n/a currently.
characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.
word count: 2348
extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^- ^ !! older work... you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y'all!!
MICHAEL KAISER:
- Dating Kaiser was an entire rollercoaster, so getting around wasn't too hard. He had the money to afford limousine after limousine for you two, except when you two chose to go out on a hiking trip. "Good for training!" He said. He lied.
- Now here you two were, dashing home in the rain as makeup dripped down both of your faces. Kaiser had attempted to carry you, yet nearly slipped so you refused to get back in his arms.
- Around 10 minutes of moving, you realized how deep in this trail you were. It seemed Kaiser noticed too, as he sighed and finally paused.
- "Follow me!" He grasped your hand and ran you to a small cave. It was the sort of thing you saw in those stereotypical movies. It even made you wonder if Kaiser had purposefully planned this. Still, you got in.
- "Seriously? A cave?"
- He laughed, "Well, I'm not sure we have much of a choice, now do we?" He reached towards his own front and quickly unzipped his jacket to put around your shoulders.
- "For you."
- You pause and softly laugh, "I'm not some damsel in distress. Besides, this is soaked too."
- Kaiser just shrugged, getting closer to your warmth and leaning his head against your's. His arms soon wrapped around you as well. "Well, I might as well warm you up with my body."
- It wasn't like you had any complaints with that.
KENYU YUKIMIYA:
- You weren't aware of who Yukimiya was beyond Blue Lock before this. He was one of the top 6 to you, one of the people who had been an essential part to the U20 match. Honestly? You hadn't ran into anyone from Blue Lock since this break had started.
- However, you had chosen to go outside now of all times in a brightly lit street with gleaming lights hitting your eyes. Even so, it was raining. It dropped off the signs and right onto your faces. You were one of the few people that didn't have an umbrella and didn't see any holders in sight.
- So, for 10 minutes, you walked through the freezing cold rain. You allowed the rain to make your shirt stick to your skin and make you shiver. The dissatisfactory feeling haunted you as you walked past a bowling place.
- Your eyes eventually landed on Yukimiya. You didn't expect to see him of all people out here, but it wasn't the best time for you. You didn't look good at all.
- But, of course, he had to notice you. His eyes narrowed as he saw you, giving a short chuckle and walking over to pull off his bright orange scarf over your head and dark grey coat over your shoulders without a word.
- He paused, "You shouldn't get yourself like this, you might not be able to face off against everyone in Blue Lock."
- "Wouldn't that be better for you?"
- "It would, I would just hate to see you like this." He reached up and pushed through your wet hair, "You should focus on getting home. It's getting dark."
- You paused to stare at him, before nodding, "Right, thank you Kenyu."
- "It's my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, starting to walk off yet looking over his shoulder to wave.
- And you matched that, tightening the coat around you to make a dash for your place once more.
ALEXIS NESS:
- Oh how Ness is so doting over you. Every little thing, he wants to make sure you're perfectly pampered and feel special during the entire date! He's planned it out in his head for months, researched this festival multiple times, he won't let anything go wrong!
- Until it rains.
- You remembered being under one of the tents as it started to pour down. You just sighed and looked at your boyfriend. Yet he seemed pissed. He was biting his lip, staring at the ground and having issues with calming himself.
- You take his hand and laugh. For a second, he doesn't notice. Until you slip his jacket off his shoulders and pull it onto your head, covering yourself from the rain.
- Ness then notices, he seems confused until you speak again. "Oh my! Thank you Alexis for giving me your jacket."
- He pauses, softening his bite as his eyes light up. "Of course!" He adjusts it, holding it on your head and wrapped his upper body around you. "Let's make a run for it to our car, alright?"
- And minutes later, Ness is running and getting soaked while you're comfortable underneath his jacket. "Thank you..."
- "For what?"
- "For saving my perfect date." He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
#bllk#blue lock#bllk x you#x reader#michael kaiser#michael kaiser x reader#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya kenyu x reader#alexis ness#alexis ness x reader#cupid’s bangers
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TheStudy! Series Part Four: Navy Shirt - Dean Archer x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgir l@mimi-8793
Dean’s asleep when you get home. His face is angled towards your pillow, his palm resting in the space you usually sleep. It breaks your heart because it shows just how much he’s been missing you. He’s been sleeping a lot recently, it’s a deep kind of sleep, the type that comes with exhaustion.
He doesn’t think you’ve noticed the changes in him but you have, it’s one of the reason’s you’ve asked Anita, Jimmy Lanik’s wife to come on board, the reason you’re taking a step back.
The alterations to his diet, the increased water intake, the pain he’s been in. You know he’s sick, you suspect that’s what he’s been trying to tell you over the past couple of days. The untreated syphilis his ex-had given him had damaged his kidneys back then and now that incident in the E.D…
It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.
You do your best to be quiet as you undress, tossing your clothing into hamper before you place your high heels alongside of it so that Dean doesn’t trip in the morning.
You pull on his old Navy t-shirt, it’s threadbare by now but there’s a comfort in it. The first night you stayed over at his place he’d given you this t-shirt to wear, he’d made love to you in it the morning after. You need that feeling right now, to feel close to him.
He starts to stir when you climb under the sheets alongside of him, his arm looping around your waist and drawing you close. Your forehead comes to rest upon his, your thumb chasing over his grizzled cheek as he looks into your eyes.
“This feels like the first time we’ve been together in a while.” He says quietly.
“Dean.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “I need you to tell me how sick you are.”
He closes his eyes then, swallows hard and that’s when you realise just how bad it is.
“End stage renal failure.” He tells you, his voice a little rough. “I start dialysis tomorrow.”
The news, it crashes down on you because it’s worse than you thought. Three times a week hooked up to a machine for four hours at a time, while he waits on the transplant list for a kidney that might never come. The thought of losing him devastates you. He must see it in your features.
“It’s not that bad.” He whispers, taking your palm and clasping it to his chest so that you can feel his heart beating underneath the tips of your fingers. “I just have to wait a little while.”
“I’ll get tested tomorrow.” You tell him and he tries to shush you.
“No, I don’t want that for you....”
“I’m not going to risk losing you, not if there’s a chance I can do something about it.” You say fiercely and he can’t help but smile because that ferocity it’s one of the reasons he married you.
People often mistake you for demure but his wife, she’s got steel in her. A little more than usual tonight, which is when he realises there’s something wrong.
“What happened?” He asks you, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown.
“We don’t need to talk about it tonight.” You whisper and he squeezes your hand gently because he wants to know everything that goes on with you.
“Tell me.” He implores.
So you do because you and Dean, you don’t keep secrets.
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Hi fellas, a week ago, I did a poll to know if y'all wanted a Arthur Morgan x reader or hc. The Arthur Morgan x reader won, so here's the one-shot.
Arthur Morgan x GN!reader
Tags: Fluff, drunk character, both Arthur and reader are 24, reader is shorter than Arthur.
Summary: Arthur come back to camp drunk and you take care of him.
~Drunk love~
You were washing the dishes when you heard someone calling you.
"Y/nnnnn? Y/nnnn?" You recognized Arthur's voice and immediately dropped the plate in your hands, to which Miss Grimshaw started scolding you, but you weren't listening. You looked around and then your eyes landed on him. He just fell off Boadicea, clearly drunk. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. It was the third time this week. Why the hell is he doing that? He stood up hardly and grinned when he saw you.
"There you are!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Why are you drunk Morgan?" You questioned coldly.
"A man said he could drink more than me, so *hic* I proved him wrong!"
You realized he had scratches and there was a trail of blood coming out of his mouth. You wanted to punch him so bad for being an idiot, but you restrained yourself. You grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the nearest table.
"Sit down, I'll be back in a minute." You told him. But of course when you came back with the medical kit, he wasn't there.
"Y/n, help!" John pleaded. You run to them and found Arthur hugging John. It was quite funny to see, so you just stared at them for a few seconds.
"Are you gonna do something?!" John complained. You dropped the kit on a table and tried to get Arthur off the kid, but he wouldn't move.
"Arthur..." You warned.
He only groaned and hugged the younger boy harder.
"Arthur, the boy can't breathe, let go of him."
He slowly let go of John, whom ran away. You both sat at a table and you started treating his wounds. You were so close to him that the sent of alcohol invaded your nose and you could feel his hot breath on your neck. When you finished, you informed him:
"Next time you get drunk, don't count on me."
He hummed in response.
"Why do you keep getting drunk?"
"Why you care?"
"Cause I'm worried Arthur. You worry the crap outta me, and it's driving me insane."
He looked at you with guilt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel bad..."
"No, you're right. I'm being an idiot." He sighed. You took his hand in yours and asked: "Are you okay Arthur?"
He nodded in response. You let go of his hand and you were about to leave when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. You yelped and fell on his lap. The sad Arthur from a few seconds ago was now grinning down at you. You frowned, confused as fuck. You were about to yell at him for being weird, but he instead took that opportunity to kiss you. You gave in and wrapped your arms around his neck. He put his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer.
"Ewww, that's disgusting!" You immediately pulled away from Arthur when you heard John's lamentation. You got up and looked around. Your cheeks heated up when you saw Dutch and Hosea grinning, John covering his eyes and Miss Grimshaw pinching the bridge of her nose. Dutch handed his associate 5 dollars.
"You guys bet Arthur and I were gonna kiss???" You interrogated in disbelief.
"C'mon, it was obvious it would happen one day. Thanks to you kids, I won 5 dollars. Such easy money!" The older man declared.
"We'll let you two alone." Dutch announced with a wink.
"Stop it." You ordered, covering your face with your hat. They all leave. Arthur sneaked his arms around your waist.
"You make me all hot and bothered Y/n." He whispered.
"Go to bed you drunk fool!" You screamed, fully embarrassed. It was the last straw.
I'm proud of this one, it's pretty good and cute.
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yan! sunday x reader - long walk home
summary: this isn't a one-shot, more of a scenario. reader here is sunday's spouse and is dealing with everything after what happened in the end of penacony.
c/w: sunday is stated to be controlling, manipulation, the whole yandere shebang. also using that one theory that sunday might become a stellaron hunter, but it's mostly implied here. feel free to tell me what tags are needed, because i am horrible with tags.
Sunday is missing. He had been missing ever since the Astral Express crew had beaten him.
You react to this with indifference, mostly. Of course, you put on a show in public- because you have to. Robin finds comfort in you, over some idea of shared grief- you wonder, once, where she had gotten the impression. But you wave it away. Robin cries into your shoulder, and you know better than to hurt her when she's down.
Everything remains the same. Sunday had not been the greatest love of your life- which he had always lamented. You were his love- so, in truth, you move on fairly quickly. But you don't seek anyone new- because there is no point, and the cameras watch your every move. So you settle. You stay in that suffocating mansion of his, and act like a grieving spouse. This role does not suit you, but you can just about make anything work for you nowadays.
Sunday hadn't been a terrible husband. Controlling, yes, possessive, too- but he was not particularly unkind. He loved you. As much love as the man can give, in any case. You had once come to the conclusion that he did love you, yes- but it was out of some desire of control. You had loved him once, perhaps. That love had been out of fear, though, you amend. Terrified. But you had grown used to him.
The new status quo for you is relatively simple. You attend interviews, and you lament- tearfully, of course- on what the wrongs your husband had committed. You say you miss him. It is not true, but you must make it seem that way.
This is your life. You prefer it, if for the calm silence broken up by the occasional interview or phone call.
And then Sunday appears again, and everything is thrown into disarray.
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"Why are you back," you state. It is not a question. You do not look at him with any sort of affection. In fact, you seem close to rolling your eyes.
Sunday sighs. "I am allowed to visit my partner."
"Aren't you in jail," you respond instead, "well," you pause. "Supposed to be, in any case?"
Sunday waves you off. He does this normally, and you have grown used to it. When he does not respond, you take it as a yes.
"I was," he finally states. "But I have been.. shown an different path. One free from both Ena and Xipe."
"What does that have to do with me," you counter. You inch away from him. He looks different. You finally notice the little imperfections about his outfit, and wonder briefly why he hasn't gone into a rage about it yet.
Sunday does not notice your gaze. Rather, he does notice- but he pays it no heed.
"I would like for you to come with me."
You pause. You purse your lips.
"No," you reply. "No. Wouldn't it be best for you to shed any remnants of your old identity, if you really did escape from jail or whatnot?"
"You make sense," Sunday states. "I have always liked that about you. You are logical- but kind."
He walks closer. You slink away. His halo flutters, and you realize something. He will do this regardless. He has always done what he wants, regardless. He loves you, therefore, he needs to control you.
He is finally close enough to touch you. And your barrier cracks, and you shiver and you want to cry. You hate this man, you bitterly think, you hate him. He takes and he gives and in recompense for everything, you were his little stress toy.
"Come now," he croons out, fixing a strand of your hair, "we shall leave Penacony together. While the perfect dream did not work out, we will always have each other."
In a way, it is romantic. In another universe, perhaps. But here you shiver. You recoil. He only grabs you tighter, and it is here- it is here, when you finally do cry for something.
#yandere#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr#sunday hsr#yandere sunday hsr#yandere sunday#first work on this blog yippee. might do acheron next
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN
hi guys... the ao3 shutdown has made me think of a lot you know... about us... and how our relationship is going... and i miss you... i know we’ve been through some hard times but... i think it’s time to open my requests again...
i only write gender neutral reader!
in ur request, give me a character or a few and a general concept, u can get creative or specific whateva! as long as you give me something to work with
theres a chance i won't do your request—either because i dont have time to get to it or because i don't really have any inspiration to write it! if you wanna send in a new request with a diff prompt feel free to do so in that case! i literally do not mind if you spam my inbox with diff ideas lmao as long as ur not spamming for the same one over and over
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fandoms i will write for (anything with a star ☆ is what i am most enthusiastic/best writing for):
BNHA (all of class 1A + shinsou + camie)
☆ bungo stray dogs (all of the ADA + akutagawa, higuchi, gin, chuuya, poe, sigma, probably others just ask for whoever)
gokurakugai (alma, tao, yaya)
demon slayer (everyone)
one piece (only live action, strawhats)
☆ jjk (pretty much everyone EXCEPT mahito, sukuna)
things i WON’T do:
FULL nsfw
pregnancy/established kids
dark content
major character death
cheating/infidelity
a/b/o
physical traits (ex: character with tall s/o, etc)
i probably won't do things like "how would (character) react to s/o who is (x, y, z)" even if it's not physical traits
things i like doing (if you wanna slip me a little gift in ur request concept...):
pining
whump/sickfics
the “misunderstandings” trope
the “unestablished relationship but they are in love” trope
quick concept fics/hcs (like "how they sleep with you" etc.)
OKAY!!! i know this was long winded and probably too detailed for my own good... but send a request... if you dare... love you all
#is it wrong of me to put this in the x reader tags#... i think i'm gonna do it#sorry guys i need the exposure (i'm going to be killed)#honkai star rail x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bnha x reader#stardew valley x reader#also guys just to let you know i've got a kick for higuchi at the moment so...#my gokurakugai kick was about a month ago but it'll come back in due time
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y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???
#i swear half of you don't fucking think.#what makes you think it's okay or “angsty” to write fics about suffering like that#especially without nuance?? or any understanding of the ramifications#its one thing to write about it being integrated into his past#but it's another thing to write it as an *in the moment* thing#especially if you're writing it to portray him being bought again -- who gives a shit if the reader “saves” him or “treats him nicely”#that's still a perpetuation of the cycle of abuses#like it's still already brain dead of hoyoverse to write about the suffering of POC by using a fair skinned blonde man#but come on#i thought we were better than this??#like yeahh#dont get me wrong - i love aventurine and his development. the writing is amazing despite how bad form using very white features#to portray a real race of color and it's suffering (the romani)#but you guys. come the fuck on#hsr aventurine#aventurine honkai star rail#aventurine x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr x reader#i know it's “NOT THAT SEROUS” because it's a fictional game but im still putting tags for racism and slavery bro. wtf y'all#tw racism#tw slavery#random talk
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I can just imagine Beel with a chubby reader, when Beel gets hungry he just like starts nibbling on their chubby parts because it reminds him of pastries/bread (not like harshly, just like how a teething baby would)
Omg and for the AU where reader has 7 children of the brothers, his child would also pick up on this habit and MC just becomes a human pacifier/chew toy.
So cute 🥹
- 🥀 anon
Omggg that’s too cute!
I mean with just Beel it’s a really cute thing and it helps keep him calm so he doesn’t start hunger rampaging- (it’s a win-win lol)
and then the baby / toddler sees daddy do it and starts too awwww!! 
#that’s just too cute omgg!!#obey me fan kids#obey me kids#obey me beel#obmswd beel x chubby reader#obey me beelzebub#obey me x chubby reader#obmswd kids#obmswd fan kids#obmswd x chubby reader#obmswd beel#🥀 anon!#ignore that I put the wrong tag at first I was typing fast shajha
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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.
(or, if that’s too small to read:)
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[~500-300 D.A.W]
There were many of them, to begin with: Morax’s chosen warriors to cleanse the land of evil. When fallen gods’ lingering resentment seized the world like plague, they fought with fierce resolution and unparalleled skill, and dark manifestations fell before their blades like leaves before a hurricane.
Of these warriors—yakshas, they were called—five were the most pronounced: Bosacius, Indarias, Bonanus, Menogias, and Xiao. Together they tore through countless leagues of monsters, leaving oceans of blood in their wake. Not once did they falter or fail in their duty. Slaughter was their livelihood, and the battleground their home.
Some yakshas fell in conflict to the fallen gods’ wrath, finding their end, too, among the torrent of flashing blades. Pervases was one such yaksha, whom Bosacius had loved like a brother, taken too soon by a monstrosity risen from hatred and fury.
These yakshas were the lucky ones.
The first few centuries were simple; kill, and move on. Kill, and move on. The yakshas’ forces were hindered by nothing as they cut down manifestations where they arose. Their only concern was leaving battle with their lives. Sometimes, when they were not fighting, there was laughter. Joy, even. Respite to be found in between the bloodshed where undeniable kinship had been forged.
Then the karma began to set in.
Centuries of slaughter did not come freely: a price was demanded for clashing with the anger of gods, and it was one paid in blood, tears, and sanity. The lingering resentment they battled so relentlessly against took root in their hearts, turning their blood black with hatred until they turned on each other, raving and furious, tearing their comrades apart. It infected their minds, distorting honed focus to madness that only devoured, ever-hungry, splitting the head and splintering the world into red fragments behind their eyes.
Of the foremost five yakshas, Indarias was the first to fall. The madness took her, though she fought against it, when she took notice of the blood on her hands and could not wash it away. Her true nature as a slaughterer of thousands, once revealed to her in the broken mirror of her mind, could not be taken back. The flames she commanded consumed her, massacred gods screaming inside her head until all she knew was fear, and then all she knew was darkness. Her shattered mask clattered to the floor.
The remaining four carried on with heavy hearts.
(See, my child, how this dauntless hero is gnawed by fear.)
Menogias and Bonanus were the next to succumb to the price they owed. Camaraderie turned to loathing in the heat of a moment, ignited by the hatred gnawing away at their spirits. Blades clashed for days and nights on end until both fell to exhaustion and fatal wounds. Two more empty masks joined the first.
(Behold, my child, how those lovers who swore by the sky and earth betray and torment each other with lies.)
Xiao and Bosacius struggled onwards, caught in constant battle not only with monsters of flesh but the ones within themselves. Neither of them spoke of it, but the silent acknowledgement of the other’s suffering hung thick in the air. Xiao was plagued by painful torment in his waking hours and nightmares in his slumber until he stopped sleeping altogether.
One day, Bosacius cried out with sudden madness, and vanished without a trace. His mask was never found.
(See how selfless rulers bow as if they lacked spines.)
(Child, know that love is but a fleeting dog. It is power that forms the stuff of sweet dreams.)
The last millennia of the Archon War, Xiao spent alone.
#the way grinned like a chimpanzee when i saw this question#god what’s wrong with me#(this is from the 51k word fic by the way)#stay tuned and read the other 50 thousand words when i post it…!#fuck#sent: digital-chance#r answers#…i’m going to put this on the tags for self-promotional purposes#i’m sorry (but i’m also not)#xiao x reader#xiao#genshin impact x reader
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People who post reader × character fics in the tag with no read more are a menace to society I don't want to scroll through 3000 words of ur self insert fanfiction when I'm looking through a tag for some show put that shit under a Read More!!!!! That's what they're for!!!
#it's annoying enough scrolling through a tag that's 90% reader x character fics even when they are under a read more#but when they're not under a read more it sends me into a rage like nothing else!!!#like to clarify theres nothing wrong with writing or posting those fics its the not putting them under a read more thats the problem#~
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Reading through the tags of your response, i absolutely see what you mean, because the moment you say that a lot of stuff (esp on Tumblr) maybe feels like "bare bones" i was like "ye that's exactly what i mean". You put the damn shmeat on the bones, and oh man do I appreciate it. Thank you for writing! 🤝😤
I'm glad to have you as a reader ♪(´▽｀) and I appreciate that you enjoy my writing. I'll admit that I've never really cared about what I wrote, it was just something I thought of and one day decided to write down, but it feels nice being uh Appreciated? Yes lol. Though I guess that's a bit hypocritical of me for what I'm about to say.
I'm mainly speaking about my old work and how I used to write things but I kind of want to talk about it. I feel like a lot of x reader fics are made to be bare bones. Not even against the author or anything either. For example, if you took any ship fic and compared it to an x reader fic, there's clearly a difference. I know it's because with ships, you have characters that have lore and personalities that you can build dynamics off of but when it's a reader? You kind of have nothing to work with and you tend to stay neutral. There's nothing wrong with the bare-bones writing style btw, sometimes I just want to see some fluff. But since that's what everyone writes, it starts to get kinda meh? It's how I would see smut fics. There's only so much you can write about sex before it's just the same thing over and over again. And that's not anyone's fault, that's just how you do things. This is why I don't read a lot of genshin fics, especially on tumblr. I'm not saying my writing is superior or anything. I think my writing style right now still clings to this bare-bones writing method, I just happen to make a weird prompt for it. Honestly, everything I write is literal "I thought of this right this second, and now I'm going to type it out so I don't forget." like I'm keeping a pseudo-dream journal. I do believe that people have stories they want to write but they cut out the character-specific details and post that instead. I don't know, that's just how I've always felt when I first started writing.
#Not me throwing all my opinions that could be taken the wrong way in tags lol#i wrote these out of order can you tell#but yeah little insight to how i write i guess#i mean this obv doesn't apply to anyone it mostly applies to me#there's a lot more emphasis on the character in x reader fics compared to ship fics because well duh#but i feel like that kind of makes people keep writing the bare bones writing style#i mean theres a lot to talk about on this that i dont think anyone really cares to read#i sure as well dont want to write it all out#but yeah tldr i appreciate fics that acc put a story in rather than headcanons#super duper big mwah#lovely anon#anon ask
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>:l
#I wanted to see some stuff bout the book n just looked for the name in tags#There is so much fuckin x reader stuff <:]#I think I am not really ready for that shit h.c has made too comfy w how stuff is done there#why would ya put that in the main tagssss <:]#I wanna keep looking but ik I'll end up pissed cause I haven't seen the mi.#the movie n. Like I wanna see if there is a fa.ndom n if there's like drawi.ngs of the kids#But I remembered that 1.- mi.ss p looks different in the movie. So so damn different#And that 2.im pretty sure all of the kids have different designs n just. <:]#welp wish me luck I gotta check but before that im blocking like 10 variations of the x rder shit#And I might be wrong abt how the movie is! I just don't really have the time or energy to see how it's made#maybe when i see it I'll like it n say wow it really is good! But since they even changed the damn#lo.ve inte.rest I'm just :l abt it. Cause why that girl??? She's a dam kid in the book!! She has fun n has#her little tiara n all! What says 'roma.ntic i.nterest abt that??#idk I'm salty abt that#That's like. All ik abt the movie n that left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth#Edit ohohohooooooo there slore of em??? O thought there were only like 3! Hm this might have been worth it.#n just for the record I don't got anything against those x rder stuff it's just a tad bit annoying having to scroll tru all that when#It don't even have a readmore or something like that#This is all just me sayin my thoughts n I don't mean I'll by any of it
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 !
⟣ sypnosis. you were curious if your boyfriend would pass a ‘loyalty test’ that you’ve seen on social media and you decide to see for yourself, only to discover something much more . . . heartwarming.
⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. mostly tooth rotting fluff. talks about cheating / a sprinkle of trust issues from reader. the rest is satoru just being lovesick.
⟣ note. uhhhh… idk just a random idea i got at three am on a saturday night after being woken up from a nightmare >_< enjoy .
you don’t think satoru would actually ever cheat on you. your curiosity just got the best of you when you saw that one girl do a ‘loyalty test’ on her boyfriend. it was quite simple—testing if your partner would hand you their phone without being suspiciously defensive.
therefore you walked into satoru’s room and spotted him laying on his side, his back facing the door. he didn’t have any earphones in so you could hear the sounds of a movie playing on the phone he held in his hands.
he seemed so peaceful and content that you were already feeling bad for disturbing him with your silly test. you moved to sit on the edge of the bed and cleared your throat, making your presence known as if the sorcerer hadn’t sensed it moments ago.
“are you cheating on me?”
blunt and straight to the point.
satoru pauses the show on his phone and looks at you like you had said the most outrageous thing there is (to him, you really did). he drops the device on the bed and turns his body to face yours; “well—hello to you too, baby.”
he runs a hand through his hair before sitting up against the headboard with a raised brow, one hand cautiously reaching out for you. satoru was thinking about all the things he has said or done previously that could’ve possibly make you think he was screwing around behind your back. his mind worked fast, though he couldn’t come up with any logical explanation.
“answer my question please, ‘toru.” you mumble, feeling slightly guilty for doing this to your lover. you could see the confusion plastered on his face.
“no, i am not.” satoru shakes his head whilst holding your hand in his, thumb brushing against the back of it, “what makes you think that?”
you weren’t about to say ‘oh nevermind then! just a dumb thing that i saw on tiktok’—no, there was still one thing left to do. even if you’re so super sure that your boyfriend was hiding nothing from you. maybe there was an one in a million chance that your intuition was wrong. or maybe it’s just your underlying trust issues speaking.
“uhh, just wanted.. to check.. i guess?” you clear your throat and take a deep inhale before putting your hand out to satoru, palm up.
the white-haired sorcerer looks from your hand to you, and back. he doesn’t know what that indicated, so he takes a simple guess; satoru places his chin on your palm, giving you an amused kind of grin. you raise an eyebrow as he rests his head on your hand—which wasn’t what you wanted to gain from your gesture.
but you couldn’t blame him. it was cute that that was the first thing he thought of doing.
“you’re always welcome to check. got nothin’ to hide anyway.” he shrugs, not offended by your accusation in the slightest. you see the way his blue eyes look up at you—in a way that shows his pure, unadulterated adoration for you.
you nod and scratch satoru under his chin, to which he smiles and closes his eyes, enjoying the tingling touch, “then can i .. look through your phone?”
without an ounce of hesitation, he had placed his phone unlocked in your hand. satoru doesn’t care much about privacy anyway—you’re his girlfriend, you’re the only one allowed to know every single thing about him, “of course, baby.”
your eyes land on the screen and your jaw drops as you see his home screen; a picture of you up close, sleeping with your cheek squished against his arm, own hands resting near your head and . . . is that drool trickling down your chin?
“oops, sorry, you were too cute not to take a picture of.” satoru chuckles as he sees your reaction. he lays back on his side, elbow propped on the pillow with his head resting against his hand—watching you go through his phone with a relaxed look.
you roll your eyes playfully before starting your search. your finger swiped across the screen and landed on the messenger app satoru uses. you click on it and scroll through his chats, but don’t find anything out of the ordinary. he recently talked to you, his first year students, nanami and shoko.
you curiously tap on his chat with shoko and don’t read anything interesting at first glance. you scroll up and take note of how satoru was the one who kept most of the conversation going. shoko’s replies were much shorter and curt—straight to the point.
but then your eyes land on a conversation from two weeks ago. satoru had showed shoko a bunch of selfies you had sent him that same day. he was telling her how ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’ you were, practically bragging about you being his girl.
you scroll up some more and see that he’s done the same many times before; sending shoko pictures of you and kind of rambling to her about how beautiful you are.
shoko—being the good friend she is—indulged into his little lovesick ramblings and agreed with every thing satoru said—even complimenting your looks herself. you begun to get embarrassed at this unexpected revelation.
when going through more of his chats with other people, you realise how much satoru loves to talk about you. you couldn’t possibly count the many times satoru had refused invitations from his students or other friends simply because he wanted to hang out with you instead.
you discovered that he even skipped two or three important meetings at the school to go spend the day with you—nanami scolding him via text each time he did so.
“damn..” you murmur and glance up at your lover after closing his messaging app. satoru was staring right back at you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him.
he wasn’t embarrassed about you reading some of those cheesy and sappy texts at all. in fact, he was happy. he wants you to know how much he loves you (as if he doesn’t show you exactly that every day of the week).
“go on, sweets.” satoru nods towards his phone, encouraging you to continue your inspection. your eyes dart back towards the screen and you shyly swipe and scroll some more, eventually ending up in his gallery.
the first things you noticed: two albums dedicated to you. all were filled with hundreds of pictures of you (and him). one was named ‘my love,’ the other ‘me&my love’ — both with a heart at the end. scrolling through them, you noticed many images you hadn’t even realised were ever taken.
many of those pictures were also favourited in his gallery.
you nibble on your bottom lip and leave the gallery app even more flustered than before. you aimlessly click around some more on his phone. what really surprised you most was that you were named in his reminder app.
there were tons—all added in one long list. some were so pure that you couldn’t contain the slight tears in your eyes;
‘bring gf gifts’, ‘remind gf that she’s amazing’, ‘bring gf lunch’, ‘send gf daily selfie’, ‘daily cuddles w gf (if she wants)’, ‘give gf big smooch (important!)’, ‘check up on gf when away on business’, — satoru doesn’t actually need to have those reminders on his phone. his mind is so full of you that he’ll automatically remember to do everything, almost on autopilot. he just has those there for… well, just in case he somehow ends up forgetting.
you lock his phone after seeing enough and give it back to your lover. you wordlessly crawl over to him on the bed and snuggle up to his body, head resting on his chest.
“sorry.” you quietly apologise. you knew he wasn’t hiding anything, but the fact that you still went ahead and tried out that ‘loyalty test’ on someone as loyal and loving as satoru makes your heart ache a bit. especially after discovering just how smitten he’s with you.
“dunno why you’re apologising—but please don’t.” satoru whispers and rubs your back in a soothing manner, kissing the top of your head and smiling against your scalp afterwards, “it’s fiiine.”
he’s entertained by the reactions to your discoveries, even if those are but mere indications to the actual unending and undying love he holds for you in his heart.
you lift your head up and look at satoru. your bottom lip stuck out, corners of your mouth twitching slightly whilst your eyes started to get a bit glassy. you really felt bad—yet you also felt appreciated on the other hand. if you didn’t go through with your curious idea, you wouldn’t have gotten to know about any of this.
“aww, my sweet, sweet girl.” satoru coos and places two kisses right below each eye, tapping your nose with a grin. he adores the way you look and if it wasn’t for his self control, he’d have nibbled on those cheeks of yours out of playful aggression.
it’s then that satoru remembers one of his daily tasks; one he hadn’t properly done today.
you were caught off guard once more as satoru’s lips crashed down onto yours—no warning given whatsoever. his big hands held onto your cheeks, thumb rubbing the skin there whilst his glossy lips moved against yours in a gentle yet much sloppy way.
“there,” the white-haired man hums in content as he pulls away, giggling once he sees a bit of his saliva coat your mouth. he wipes it away with his thumb, “your smooch of the day.”
you couldn’t help but laugh at the exaggerated cringy way satoru said the latter—your boyfriend laughing right alongside you afterwards.
satoru wasn’t done with you, however. he had many other daily tasks that were yet to be fulfilled.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#gojo x you#satoru x reader#jjk fic#everyone boooo this bcs i hate the way it turned out ☝🏽☝🏽
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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Gloryhole/Stuck 🔞
🎃 Dilf!Gojo x Babysitter!Fem!Reader 🎃
TW: Mentions of cheating (not reader), creampie, squirting, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, Gojo eating out from the back, a bit of roughness, Gojo taking advantage of reader, age difference (early-thirties Gojo, mid-twenties reader), mentions of breeding, Megumi is adopted.
tags: @shes-so-insane @stygianoir @uzxotic
For as long as you could remember, Gojo was always a respectable man and employer. He paid you more than what you thought was the regular amount for babysitting little Megumi, yet he always dismissed your words whenever you told him how you thought it was too much. The man was well off—very well off—and he didn’t mind being more than a little generous to the woman that took care of his child while he was at work. Honestly, if his wife hadn’t been caught sleeping with another man, you wouldn’t have this job in the first place. You felt bad about what happened, even if it was two months ago, yet you were grateful for the job opportunity that came out of it—but then came changes.
Longing glances turned into small, fleeting touches when being handed things or giving him stuff. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but it didn’t take long for you to eventually piece things together. Honestly, it felt like something to be expected after having divorced his wife, but you couldn’t do that to your employer. Could you? No, it felt wrong, especially since he was already more than generous with your pay. Still, you could never forget the looks or gentle touches he gave you.
A small huff fell from your lips as you cleaned up the playroom. Megumi had already been put to bed after feeding and bathing him, so now all that was left to do was to tidy up the house before his father came home. Most of the toys had been picked up off the floor and put away, yet there were still a few that remained inside the little cubbyhole the child liked to hide in. You huffed again, lowering yourself to your knees before crawling inside to retrieve the last of the toys. It was a tight fit, considering it was meant for a toddler, so you panicked when trying to crawl back out, only to realize that you were stuck.
No matter how much you pushed your body backwards, your position in the cubbyhole didn’t change, and you frowned. For what seemed like hours, yet was just mere moments, you struggled to get out of your little predicament. It was embarrassing, and that feeling intensified when the lock on the front door jingled before the door opened. Gojo’s footsteps were faint as he traipsed through the kitchen, and your heart pounded in your chest when his footfalls came closer and closer to the playroom. The door slid open, and your body froze as he spoke. “What are you doing?” He asked.
You bit down on your bottom lip, almost reluctant to answer, considering how embarrassed you were. “I’m stuck,” you answered. He chuckled and you felt your face heat up. “I was cleaning up the playroom, and Megumi left some toys in his cubbyhole.” The explanation of your predicament only made him chuckle even more, and you felt a shiver run up your spine after he approached and trailed a finger down the middle of your back.
“Mm,” he hummed. You couldn’t see the way he stared down at you with tired, yet hungry, azure eyes. His poor, little babysitter got herself stuck. The man felt like it was his lucky night. His hands then placed themselves against the curve of your ass before he gently squeezed, pulling out a small yelp from your lips. “I bet you want me to help you.” His hands squeezed again, his fingers digging lightly into you. “Do you want some help?” He asked.
“Yes,” you answered softly. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected him to outright pull you out of the cubbyhole, because he didn’t. In one swift move, his fingers hooked themselves underneath the hem of your pants and panties, yanking them down without hesitation. “S-Sir?”
“Shh,” he cooed. His hands slid down to your pussy, and he chuckled as his thumbs pulled apart your folds, revealing a hint of wetness. “Naughty girl. Must have been waiting for this, yeah?” Your lips parted, yet rather than words that came out, a sharp gasp took their place as his tongue licked a thick stripe up your cunt. His tongue repeated the action again, only this time the tip of the muscle pressed down against your clit as he licked. It brought forth a soft moan, and your ass wiggled as you squirmed against him. Gojo chuckled again before his tongue plunged inside of you, tasting you fully now. You couldn’t help it when another, albeit louder, moan slipped out, which prompted him to pull away from your sopping hole. “Quiet,” he told you. “We don’t want to wake Megumi, now do we?”
Your front lowered as your chest settled against the floor of the cubbyhole while your hands clamped over your mouth. This caused your ass to rise a little higher, and the man smirked lightly at that before he resumed eating you out. It had been too long since he last tasted another woman and having to juggle work and his child left little to no time for him to hook up with anyone. Then you came along. The memories of your sweet smile and soft giggles when he caught you playing with his son, or even tucking him in. Fuck, just thinking about how much you mothered his child got his cock hard. You were so good to little Megumi—better than the whore that cheated on him—and a sudden thought caused him to groan against your cunt as he now lapped at your folds.
You moaned into your hands as his tongue licked you relentlessly, and the thought of how wrong this was turned you on even more. Your stomach knotted as a rush of heat swarmed your body, lighting every single nerve on fire as pleasure steadily filled it. Why his wife ever cheated on him, you would never understand. He knew exactly what he was doing; applying pressure to your clit every so often while his tongue constantly dove in and out between your folds. Gojo’s pleasing felt better than any of your exes ever did, and it wasn’t long before your body felt like bursting right then and there, and he knew it.
A small whine slipped from your lips when he pulled away. You were close, so close, and he just stopped. It felt unfair. “Not yet,” he told you. His body shifted and you heard the zipper of his pants before feeling the head of his cock at your entrance. He rubbed it against your folds, coating it with your slick before sliding in effortlessly. The way your warm walls enveloped his cock had him groaning, and his hands squeezed your ass the further he pushed himself into you, stopping only when he bottomed out. The entire ordeal felt so unreal, and you moaned into your hands when he pulled back halfway, only to slam back into you with enough force to rock you forward. You then removed one hand from your mouth and gripped the small, plastic chair within the cubbyhole as he fucked into you. Gojo groaned again at the way your cunt kept pulling him back into you. “So tight and needy,” he breathed out.
Your other hand fell from your lips, your nails scraping against the flooring of the cubbyhole as the mixed sounds of your moans, his groans, and his balls slapping against your ass filled the playroom. “Gojo,” you mewl, eyes half-lidded and back arched slightly the more his dick bullied your hole.
“Satoru,” he said, correcting you. His jaw clenched the more your pussy swallowed him, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your ass jiggled the more he pounded into you. “You better call me Satoru from now on.” From then on, all that left your lips was a series of wanton moans and his name. Over and over, up until the end. “Fuck,” he groaned, slamming into you one last time. Your cunt squeezed him hard, milking him for every drop of cum he had, and you cried in pleasure as you came with him, coating his cock in your juices. The two of you stayed like that for a little longer before he slowly pulled out, and he gently tugged your body backwards, pulling you free from the cubbyhole. The man zipped himself up as your worn-out body slumped back against him, and he chuckled before scooping you up into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You hummed softly and stared up at him with tired eyes. Gods, you looked so cute all fucked out, and the thought of keeping you entirely filled his head. He could knock you up. That would let him keep you, and you were already great with Megumi. Yeah, he could do that.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jjk smut#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo satoru smut#kinktober#kinktober 2023#mdni#kiwicopia writes
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