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AFAB Reader with gender neutral pronouns

TW: Pegging, anal fingering, mentions of death and trauma, brief mention of cuts and scars

Raiden had been under a lot of stress lately coming off of the big shell incident and the revelations that followed. When he came home, you figured that you might do something special for him. The bathtub was clean, bath soap set on the side, the couch was clear, and the bed was made. Prepping for anything he wanted, it was now time to wait for his arrival.

Shuffling in, covered in dirt and blood, was your beloved. Waltzing towards him, you give him a gentle but comforting hug, being very careful not to further injure him. His eyes say everything, cold, dead, and wet.

“You don’t look so good…let’s sit you down.” Grasping his hand, you lead him towards the couch, as you plop down onto the squishy cushions. “Tell me what happened Raiden…” The first words out of his mouth all day, and he’s telling you what went down. How many people he saw die, and the feats he accomplished. His voice wavers, as he does his best to keep the facade up; to not cry.

He lays his head on your shoulder, transferring all the dirt and sweat onto you. You could absolutely care less; you wanted him to feel safe and comfortable, and come to you with his woes. Deft hands run through his dirty blonde hair as he continues to lay next to you. It’s silent except for a few words, muffled by your shirt.

“What was that? I’m sorry hon, I can’t hear you.” You coo, doing your best to keep your voice low. Pulling away and looking up at you, he repeats his words. “Will you run me a bath? I want to wash all the dirt and grime off of me.” You nod, wordlessly as you maneuver him off your lap. A hand outstretched and a gentle smile accompanies him as the two of you head off to the bathroom.

You’re quite glad that you had prepped for his needs beforehand. You weren’t quite sure what he was going to want, so by pure luck this worked out. “I can stay here, or I can leave you to bathe alone. Which one would you like?” You inquire, prepared to do anything he asks.

“Stay with me please. I don’t think I can bear to me alone right now.” Raiden responds, and you nod. Deft hands turn him around as you help him disrobe. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve attempted to rip the suit off of him.

A tiny zipper sits at the crook of his neck, you pinch your fingers together as the zipper glides down his back. An audible sigh escapes Raiden’s lips as the suit falls to the floor. Stepping out of the suit, you can’t help but admire how pristine his skin is. Minus a few cuts and scars, his body is coated in a sheen of sweat.

Turning on the faucet, you run your hand through the stream of water to make sure it’s a good temperature for him. It is, and you motion for him to get in. Stepping in, he sits down with a groan. Leaning back, his arms dangle outside the tub. You’ve never noticed it until now, but his arms were so pretty and so strong. Your eyes linger until you’re interrupted by the clearing of his throat.

Looking him in the eyes, you can tell you’ve been caught. A soft blush coats his face as he looks away. “If you like what you see so much, why don’t you wash me.” He spits, keeping his eyes looking away from you.

A devilish grin rips across your face as you pull off your shirt. You won’t get in with him, but you can at least keep your shirt from getting wet. Grasping the soap and the washcloth from the tray, you lather up the cloth. Running the fabric down his back, you scrub as hard as you can comfortably. A layer of dirt begins to stick to the cloth as you scrub.

Soft moans come from Raiden’s mouth as you drag the fabric across his skin. Lifting up his arms, the soft blush on his face from before increases tenfold. “How does it feel?” You coo, your face inches away from his ear. “It feels fantastic….will you wash me all over?” He responds, his request breathy and light.

A simple nod is all you respond with as you begin to venture towards his hips. Marks from where the sneaking suit stuck tightly to him linger on his body. He begins to squirm, the feeling of pleasure beginning to dance across his body.

“Hun, you’re going to have to sit still for this next part, okay? I have to get all of you clean.” With that, you run the cloth down to his cock and begin to scrub, albeit much more gently than you were earlier.

Moans escape from his mouth as you clean. You didn’t expect him to be this vocal or needy. Maybe it was all the adrenaline from earlier expressing itself in a healthy way. And then, something you never thought would happen on a day like this, explodes out of his mouth.

“God, peg me….”

He had mentioned the idea briefly before, but never with such lust and desire. You stop for a minute, and look into his eyes to see if he really meant it, or he was just so caught up in pleasure that he didn’t mean to say it.

“Will you?” He whispers, eyes glittering as he looks right through you. “If you’re sure you want it, yes I will. That means I have to be extra careful washing your ass. You good with that, Raiden?” His only response was a grunt, and a rapid reddening of his face.

“Would you mind leaning forward so I can clean that area?” You coo, your voice sickeningly sweet. He does as you ask, whining in anticipation. sweet. Starting slowly, the cloth gently cleanses the rim of his anus, washing all the cracks and crevices. It’s incredibly important that for his first time, you do it right. His body twitches and squirms under your touch, and you can tell this simple act of caring for him turns him on so much.

Once his body has been thoroughly cleaned, you lean back with a smirk. “You ready for the main act, hot stuff? If so, I’ve got a bed with your name on it.” Getting up, Raiden steps out of the bathtub. Beads of water run down his body; he’s very visibly aroused.

Grabbing a towel, you run it over his body, wiping away any stray drops from his body. You want him to be as comfortable as possible during the act. Gripping his hand, you lead him to your bedroom. He practically vaults onto the bed with a reinvigorated type of energy, ready for whatever comes his way.

Getting comfortable, he spreads his legs in a way that’s so enticing you want to take him here and now. “I love how eager you are, but I have to prep you first.” Without a second thought, your lips attack his, shoving your tongue into his mouth. Raiden gasps in return, before his tongue quickly finds yours. The intensity grows, and before you know it, you can feel Raiden clawing at your bra, desperate for something to grab.

Relenting, you allow his hands to unclasp your bra and slip it off, revealing your bare chest to him. Practically drooling, his mouth detaches from yours as his mouth clamps onto your breast, sucking and biting the flesh. Despite for your intention for this all to be about him, you find the tables turned.

Small moans leave your mouth as he continues to bite, leaving minuscule marks on your chest. Reaching out, your hands grip the supple flesh of his backside and squeeze, eliciting a deep groan. You can’t help but smirk at the satisfaction you’re giving him. A hand maneuvers over to his hole, gently beginning to rub circles around the rim.

A high pitched cry explodes out of his mouth as he collapses on his back and begins to squirm at every touch. His cock is fully erect, and gently leaking. If this is how he’s reacting to just being rimmed, he’s almost ready to be pegged.

Removing your fingers from his ass, you crawl over to the bedside table to grab some lube. Raiden’s eyes fixate on you in anticipation as you coat your fingers in the liquid. Your hand then carefully crawls towards his entrance, easing into the pressure. One finger fully inside, he lets out another long cry. “Is this good? Doesn’t hurt?” You ask, wanting him to glean all the pleasure from this experience.

He bites his lip, nodding as you begin to move your finger in and out of him. Spreading his legs even further, you decide to give him a bit of additional pleasure. One hand grips his cock as your finger curls, massaging his prostate. Throwing his head back, he lets out a long shout of pleasure. His dirty blonde hair begins to stick to his forehead as sweat pours from his body.

It’s only going to get better from here as you pump his cock and massage his prostate a bit faster. Grunts of varying degree come from his mouth as you continue to please him. It's music to your ears, a cacophony of moans culminating in making your partner feel ecstatic. Before you know it, he's saying those three words. Removing your hands from his body, he gives you a disappointing look. He wanted that satisfaction.

Unbeknownst to him, he's going to get it. Once again, you dig through your bedside table, looking for your toy. It was a beginner's dildo and a strap that was perfect for him. Once you retrieve it for him, his eyes light up like fireworks.

His thighs tremble as you prepare the dildo, caressing it gently. More lube is applied to the toy as Raiden's pupils seem to get bigger by the second. "I'll be as gentle as possible since it's your first time, okay? I've prepped as much as I possibly can for this moment, you're going to feel so damn good."

Repeating what you did earlier, you gently slide the strap into his entrance. Another large groan bubbles up from his throat. Your hands meet the flesh of his hips as you rub and squeeze. His legs begin to flail as you speed up slightly. "Oh god....that feels amazing..." He mutters, his voice hoarse. Each sensation feels amazing to him, and he can't get enough.

At this point you wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps soundly after the act. "You're being such a good boy, Raiden....staying still for me while I fuck you..." Raiden nods vigorously in response, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His breathing becomes labored, with each motion causing a heavy exhale. Running your hands onto his ass, you give that supple flesh a squeeze again. You can tell he's getting to the end of his rope as you begin to go as fast as you possibly can. One hand on his ass, one on his cock as you thrust as fast as your stamina will let you.

Raiden's entire body tenses up, limbs shaking violently. Every second of pleasure has led up to this, and he's going to enjoy this release. "Oh god, oh fuck. I'm going to cum...." He says between gritted teeth. "Cum for me baby, you've had a big day, you deserve this." And with those encouraging words, spurts of cum shoot from his cock, landing on your bare chest. With a sigh, his body goes limp as his labored breaths slowly become more shallow.

Removing the dildo, you flop down on top of him. You didn't realize how much energy you had been using until it was all over. "Raiden honey, you did so good for your first time. It was clear to me that you enjoyed yourself immensely, and that makes me so happy. You looked so hot taking that dildo, such a handsome man…”

Leaning up to his face, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into his chest. "Thank you for making my return home so loving...you could've welcomed me home and then left me to my own devices. However, you decided to take the extra step to make sure that every part of me was cared for. I can't thank you enough for that. It didn't erase what happened at the incident go away, but you made it much easier to deal with." With a soft smile, Raiden leans down and gives your forehead a kiss.

"Maybe next time the roles can be reversed, hmm? You deserve pampering too."

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multifandomthoughts · 23 hours

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Sleep Tight | Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Higuruma’s job leaves him busy, which means the two of you spend far too long as two passing ships, unable to indulge your urges.

He asks for one night to catch up on his sleep, then he’s all yours - but it turns out his body isn’t quite willing to let him make it through that night without being taken care of.

❥ WC: 2.4k

❥ Notes: a request for @bas-writes - Higuruma is so fun to write, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

❥ Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, SOMNOPHILIA (reader receiving), fem bodied reader/no pronouns used, established relationship, wet dreams (mentions of grinding, oral sex/deep-throating), mentions of masturbation, mentions of semi-public masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, sleepy sex

Higuruma feels like a complete fucking idiot.

He’d been pulling all-nighters for weeks now. Coming home well after you were asleep, then forced to get up and leave only a handful of hours later. His work was hard at the best of times, but not even having the respite of time with you had turned it into something much like running a marathon in lead shoes. But the only way out of it was through, and when things had finally settled down you were so eager to make up for lost time.

But… that extended lack of sleep and all of that stress had caught up to him. He’d apologised and apologised again and it still didn’t feel like enough, but he just needed one good night of sleep and he would be on you like it was the last day of your lives the following morning, he’d promised. And you’d accepted, being the caring partner that you are.

Except he didn’t even make it to morning, not properly. Or rather, Higuruma wasn’t counting it as morning, considering the sun wasn’t even up yet. But here he was, barely rested, still so tired he felt almost delirious. And here he was, so fucking hard his balls hurt and he thinks he might have discovered you can actually be so horny that it leaves you with a pounding headache.

It’s not the first time he’d woken up either. The first time, he’d opened his eyes, realised he was humping the mattress, and checked the clock to see it was midnight. You weren’t in bed yet, and he was still exhausted, so he ignored the stirring in his pyjamas, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Then he awoke and found himself hard again, cock pressed against the heavy duvet, trying to tent it despite not standing a chance against its weight. It was past uncomfortable at that point, but he turned to look at the clock and see those gently lit numbers telling him it was only just past 1 am. Once he’d heard you sighing next to him, he’d realised that you’d only just come to bed. It felt unfair to wake you, especially when his limbs still felt so heavy and he was tired enough that rolling onto his side was a feat. So again, he readjusted himself, and fell back asleep.

The next time he’d woken up, it was around 3 am, and he’d decided that his pyjamas weren't helping with his discomfort, constricting the erection that had returned once again, this time accompanied by a dream of you sitting on his lap and grinding against him. He’d groaned outright at that point.

First his work keeps him from sleeping, keeps him from you. Then the accumulated tiredness keeps him from you instead. And now, the result of so many days without satisfying his insatiable need for you keeps him from getting the sleep he needs to solve his little problem. An endless loop of torment for a man like him, who is more insatiable than most.

When he’d tried to adjust himself in search of a little comfort, he’d found his clothes sticky and clinging to him, precum having made them nearly translucent over this stressful night. He’d done what he could, sliding them off and kicking them out of the bed entirely before letting himself doze back off with that small semblance of relief.

But now it’s 4 am and his cock is throbbing, rudely interrupting his dream of you waking him up with your mouth on him. It was so vivid he’d almost been convinced it was real until he turned to see you were lying next to him, asleep, and not between his legs looking up at him from where his cock was buried in your throat.

Higuruma groans, wiping sweat from his upper lip, staring at the ceiling with his arms helplessly by his sides. He decides that his body won’t be letting him get any sleep until he solves this problem. Then he decides his mind had been admonishing him for being so selfish. Taking all the extra hours he can instead of delegating his work, denying your offer to empty his aching balls, and here he was dreaming of only his own pleasure. So he decides to focus on you first, at least enough to ensure you get yours. He slowly slides the duvet off of you both to pool at the bottom of the bed, and feels almost giddy at his absolute luck after his poor cock had been through so much turmoil.

It’s as if it were meant to happen, with you laying on your back, legs spread, shirt shoved up from tossing and turning of your own. You’re so ready for him, ready to be touched, that he can’t turn back now. He crawls slowly, pausing when the bed creaks or dips too low, until he’s settled himself between your legs. Face to face with your thinly veiled pussy, he can see a wetness of your own has formed, nearly outlining the contours of your slit, and he has to bite his fist to stop from groaning at the sight. It solidifies it for him, sheepishly jerking himself off over on his lonesome side of the bed could never be an option after looking at you in this state.

He moves his face closer, breathing you in, releasing that breath shakily onto your skin, and presses a slack tongue to the damp fabric. His eyes snap up, watching your reaction, but you only let out a breath barely louder than the last. He licks slowly, slowly upwards, eyes rolling as he gets a hint of the taste he knows so well through that dampened fabric, and when even that doesn’t do much to wake you, he concentrates his efforts on your clit.

It’s swollen enough to make its pert little self known through your clothing, and when he flicks at it with the tip of his tongue you let out a deep sigh. It has that little hint of something more that makes him realise that you’d almost certainly been just as pent up as he had. As his guilt at leaving you high and dry swells, so does his cock as his mind inundates him with vivid images of you clenching your thighs and squirming while missing having him there in your bed. Images of you frustrated, whining his name when your fingers and toys couldn’t do what he could. Images vivid enough that they almost felt like visions of what had indeed been happening in his absence. You, left here touching yourself night after night but finding those orgasms didn’t quite go as deep as they needed to without his cock and face and fingers to ride.

That’s more or less how the weeks had gone for Higuruma, when he felt like his head was going to explode during his late nights at work and the only way to stop it was to lock himself in the leaky bathroom on the abandoned floor above and beat his dick hard and fast while scrolling through whatever sweet little pictures you’d last sent him to remind him that you were home and waiting and meals weren’t quite as nice without him there to enjoy them with. It was never really satisfying, just a means to an end so he can think of something other than whining into your neck while you milk him dry.

It makes his heart clench, saddened and flattered at the unconfirmed but may-as-well-be-true-to-him thought that you might be helplessly fucking your pussy to thoughts of him. That maybe you were even dreaming about it now, like you couldn’t have the real thing, and you hadn’t - for far too long for how insatiable the two of you had been during your seemingly endless honeymoon phase. Higuruma thinks that he’ll never make you go so long without him again, even if he has to fuck you in his office, even if you have to climb on his cock while he’s passed out and dreaming of you sitting on his face.

These thoughts and the taste of you on his tongue act as a pincer attack on his hazy mind. It makes him forget himself, swiping his nose at your clit as his tongue busies itself trying to press at your entrance through the thin cloth keeping him from you. It’s not gentle, or subtle, but Higuruma isn’t thinking straight, not now that his mind is sending him on a spiral of filthy thoughts about how he needs to make you cum so hard you forget every night you’d been alone. He licks and nuzzles and sucks until your underwear are clinging to every contour of your pussy and even then he hovers so very close to grazing his teeth along your folds before he just catches himself.

It’s too much, because it’s too little, and his aching cock begs him to take care of you both as soon as possible. By the time he’s sitting up to settle between your spread legs his hands are shaking, and he has to hold his breath to steady them as he peels the sodden fabric away from you and pulls it to the side.

The way you glisten in the moonlight has him emotional, enough that he swears there are tears welling in his eyes - a pressure relieved by letting out a low sigh, shaky and distraught, as he pumps his cock in his hand and lines it up with you. Half of him wants to toy with you further, gliding his head against you, seeing if you’ll mewl for it the way he has to hold himself back from crying out for you, but the other half wins out as his cock throbs just from the lightest touch against you.

He pushes in, and the sticky sound of diving into your wetness makes his stomach clench, eyes rolling back as he bites his lip to stop from making the pathetic noise his body so badly wanted to release. He starts to push deeper, pausing and shaking his head as he realises it’ll just leave him cumming far too quickly, and that’s not what he’s here for right now, so he pulls back. His knees slide forward, nudging at your legs gently, as he repositions himself and starts making shallow thrusts, his tip just reaching deep enough to press and slide until he has your lips parting to release soft moans and your chest rising and falling faster and faster.

He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit, holding his breath when it makes you clench around him, so he does it again. You only get wetter for him as he goes, warmer, more malleable as you beckon him to sink deeper and fill you completely, but he knows he has to wait, for both of your sakes. So he shuts his eyes, head falling back as he keeps the first few inches of himself lazily working at you, knowing he’ll get there eventually even like this.

You sigh, and squirm, and clench him again and again, sounds of your bodies like a wet squelch of a kiss as you work his tip even in dreams, and Higuruma doesn’t dare look at you - knowing that’ll be the end of him if he sees exactly what he’s feeling below. Instead he works his way just barely deeper, willing himself to enjoy the journey until that telltale clenching lets him know he can let go fully.

But his hastily laid plans change as you let out a moan and your knees lift towards your chest, a sound too loud and a move too big for you to still be sleeping. He looks down to find you looking as desperate as he feels right now with your curling toes and clenching hands. He doesn’t know when you woke up, but he knows you’re awake now, even if your eyes are closed, and your hands are down by your sides gripping the sheets tightly. He thrusts deep, for the first time in too long, and it makes you open your eyes, coming face to face with him as the tight squeeze of being buried so fully sends him bucking forward and catching himself with hands on either side of you.

“You’re awake.”

You laugh, breathy, clenching at him with the sound as he sets a new pace of long thrusts, “You’re fucking me.”

The hot breath of his laugh collides with yours as he gives you that lovesick smile that only has your pussy desperate to be ruined by him, so you wrap your arms around him and kiss at the corners of his mouth as you instruct him to finish what he’d started. “Go on, then.”

It’s playful, a soft challenge that has him hissing as he settles on his pace, heavy balls slapping at your ass as he makes sure you feel every inch of him you’d been without. He tries his best to keep his movements steady, but is all too aware of how he stays buried deep a little longer before pulling back with each thrust. He goes on like this until he’s barely leaving your heat, the thatch of hair scattered at his base rubbing against you with his desperate rocking.

Then you’re squeezing him tight, with arms and legs and pussy alike and it has him crying out. His full weight falls on top of you as all of his energy goes into thrusting - and staving off his body’s desperate call to release until you’re good and ready to squeeze it out of him on the tail end of your sleep-heightened orgasm. He sucks at your neck, sloppy and wet and barely muffling his shuddering groans until you’re finally cumming on his cock and rocking yourself up into his movements.

He sputters, whines, lets hot breaths loose against your neck as he cums right alongside you with the pull of your hungry heat. It’s a relief so great that it leaves him feeling boneless, like he was floating with only your body to keep him from drowning face down as his body and mind reset after cumming so hard after so long.

It’s much the same for you as well, with Higuruma acting as a weighted blanket over your body, the heat of him staving off the chill of the room as your skin cools down. He’s drifting off first, as is expected with such a tumultuous night, and you follow suit, only half thinking of the earful he’ll be getting in the morning for cumming inside of you.

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