#AND I HAVE NO DESIRE TO!!!! NO TEMPTATION!!!!

[kymerawrites]

SIR SIMON RILEY EP. 5

If yall don’t love me after this one 🌚

WARNING: smut

He didn't respond at first, his gaze piercing mine as if trying to decipher my intentions or my state of mind. Despite his tough facade, I could sense a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, as if he too was intrigued by this unexpected encounter.

His eyes scanned over me as my eyes widened slightly, realizing that it was in fact ghost. But I didn't back down, instead I took this moment to my advantage and slid my body closer, my breath lingering near his ear in the darkness.

As I leaned in, my breath ghosted over his skin, his body instinctively tensing in response. His eyes darkened, a mixture of defiance and desire swirling within them.

"Don't play games, love," he warned, his voice rough and strained. He was fighting against his own desires, and it was evident in his tone.

I couldn't ignore the way my body reacted to his voice, drawing me closer with a magnetic pull. A mischievous grin curved my lips as I leaned in, my lips brushing ever so slightly against his earlobe as I whispered, "What a pleasant surprise, Lieutenant...."

A low, guttural groan escaped his throat as my lips grazed against his earlobe, a sound laced with desire and frustration. His breath hitched, his eyes narrowing as he tried to maintain control.

But his body betrayed him, his shoulders tensing and his fists clenching at his sides.

Despite the tension between us, desire simmered beneath the surface, waiting to ignite.

As his body tensed against mine, my own senses were heightened, every nerve ending tingling with an intoxicating mixture of anticipation and desire. I knew I shouldn't have been playing this dangerous game, but the alcohol and the weed had thrown caution to the wind.

A sultry chuckle escaped me as I leaned in closer. "You can't hide it forever, Lieutenant.." My breath caressed his skin

I whispered in his ear "it seems like roach had other plans for us tonight than parting our ways.."

His body betrayed him as a shiver ran down his spine, my words sending a jolt of electricity through his already tense form. He tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes flickered with a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

He wanted to resist, to keep his distance, but the intoxicating mix of our presence and the thrill of secrecy made it increasingly difficult to deny the magnetic pull between us.

The sound of Ghost's growl sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, fueling my own growing desire. I couldn't resist the urge to push further, to unravel him completely.

"Why resist it, Lieutenant?" I purred, my voice lower and huskier now. "The night is young, and Roach definitely has something else in mind for us tonight."

Ghost's eyes locked onto mine, the flickering desire becoming increasingly harder to control. The way his body responded to my touch made my heart race, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and anticipation building within us both.

He fought against the temptation, his voice strained as he muttered, "This isn't... proper..."

I looked down at my feet, not wanting to look up, "this isn't how I wanted it to go either."

Ghost's breath caught in his throat as my gaze momentarily dropped, revealing a flicker of vulnerability that only made the tension between us more palpable. The raw honesty in my words caught him off guard, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face.

His voice was rough, raw with desire as he replied, "Perhaps neither of us had a choice in how this night is going to play out... but here we are..."

Our gazes met again, and the air between us felt charged with a new sense of openness, like we both understood the strong connection we shared. I slowly moved closer, our bodies pressing together in the dimly lit corner, and I felt Ghost's muscles tense in response.

This time, Ghost leaned in, his breath warm as he said, "What do you say we give in to the night, love? Just for a little..."

As Ghost hovered just inches from me, his breath mixing with mine, a spark of understanding lit up between us. For this one night, we would give in to the forbidden pull and embrace the desires we had been hiding.

"Just this one night..." I echoed softly, my voice full of longing and surrender. Our words felt heavy with promise as Ghost leaned in and removing his mask till his lips were exposed, and gently kissed me.

The feeling of Ghost's lips against mine sent a shiver down my spine, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss.

Our bodies responded eagerly, pressing closer together in a heated embrace. His hands wrapped around me, pulling me tightly to him, a hunger growing beneath our touch.

"This is so wrong...," Ghost whispered between kisses, his voice strained with desire.

Ghost's words, a low, desperate confession, seemed to ignite something deeper within me. As our lips locked in a fiery kiss, the line between wrong and right blurred, consumed by the raw passion that surged through us. The night's intoxicating atmosphere heightened our senses, intensifying every touch and breath that left our lungs.

Gasping for air, I pulled back briefly, locking eyes with Ghost. "Sometimes... wrong feels the best..."

And then I felt this realization, I didn't want to hurt him, there's too much past with me that could make him hate me, I looked him into the eye and ran to the toilet. I locked the door and looked into the mirror the only thing I saw was someone horrible. Nothing more

Ghost's eyes widened as he watched me rush away, a mix of surprise and confusion washing over him. The sudden shift in atmosphere left him stranded, trying to make sense of my reaction.

Without hesitation, he followed me into the restroom, concern etched on his features. He tried the doorknob, finding it locked. His voice was tinged with worry as he called out, "Love, are you alright?"

"Like you said... Simon" I haven't used his actual name yet, so I was surprised by myself.

"It's wrong, let's just forget this happened." I didn't want to forget it, but this is the only way to hopefully make him back off from me

Ghost's eyes widened as he heard the sound of his real name, a flicker of surprise and vulnerability crossing his features for a split second. The use of his actual name made him realize the sincerity in what I was saying.

He pressed his forehead against the door, his voice husky and strained. "I don't want to forget it," he confessed, his honesty raw and unfiltered.

The weight of his words lingered in the air, the tension between us palpable. It was clear that this moment, as wrong as it might be, had ignited a fire between us that couldn't be easily extinguished.

He took a moment to collect himself, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Let me in," he pleaded softly, a mix of desire and vulnerability in his tone.

I stood there for a moment, my fingers tracing the handle, contemplating if I should open the door or not. My desire for him battled with my guilt, but in that moment, the hunger in my bones outweighed everything else.

With a deep breath, I quietly unlocked the door, pulling it open to reveal Ghost standing there, his eyes burning with a mixture of need and restraint.

As I opened the door I looked him in the eye "make me forget this night." I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him into the bathroom

Ghost's breath caught in his throat as I pulled him closer, his body responding instantly to my touch. He quickly closed the bathroom door behind him, trapping us both in this heated moment.

Unable to resist the pull, he leaned in, his lips finding mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. It was as if a dam had broken, and all restraint dissolved in the heat of our embrace. Ghost pinned me against the wall, his hands roaming the contours of my body.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of desire and something deeper that sent heat through my veins. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as our bodies moved together in a wild embrace.

Ghost let out a low, guttural sound as he deepened the kiss, and the world around us seemed to disappear.

His touch ignited a fire within me, and my hands tangled in his hair, my hunger for him matching his own. Our tongues tangled and explored as if each taste wasn't enough, desperate to consume every inch of each other's mouths.

I felt his body tense as his hands roamed over me, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

I pulled down my dress revealing only my lingerie.

Ghost's breath caught in his throat as my dress slipped, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. His eyes devoured the sight before him, a mixture of desire and desire in his gaze.

His hands roamed over my exposed skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He leaned in, pressing his lips to my neck as he breathed in my scent, his voice husky "God you look like sin itself..."

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake. His body pressed close to mine, the heat between us intense and intoxicating.

Ghost's hands continued to explore my body, tracing every contour, every curve with newfound hunger and appreciation.

Ghost's voice was laced with a mix of command and vulnerability, his eyes locking with mine as he made his request clear.

"The mask stays on," he repeated firmly, a flicker of insecurity in his eyes. It was apparent that the mask symbolized a part of himself he wasn't ready to reveal completely, perhaps an intricate defense mechanism.

I reached up and brushed my fingers against the edge of his mask, a silent acknowledgment of his desire to keep a part of himself hidden. "Alright, Lieutenant," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

With a newfound understanding between us, I continued unbuttoning his shirt, revealing toned muscle and scars scattered across his skin.

The sight of his bare chest was both alluring and enticing, the scars telling a story of battles fought and survived. My fingers gently traced over the contours of his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath my touch.

Ghost's breath hitched in his throat as my hands explored his exposed skin, a shiver running through him at the sensations I aroused.

He got a pocket knife from his pants and ripped my panties apart

The unexpected roughness of his actions sent a shudder down my spine, my breath catching in my throat as Ghost swiftly removed my panties, leaving me bare beneath him.

Despite the shock, an intense desire flared in me, as if our connection had reached a new level of raw, primal need.

Ghost's fingers skimmed along my inner thigh, his touch light and teasing as he explored newfound territory. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its path, sending shivers throughout me.

As his fingers found my spot, I let out a low gasp, my body arching into his touch as he continued to tease me.

The sensations he ignited within me were maddening, a dance of pleasure and pain. He seemed to know where to touch and how to touch, his fingers moving with a sense of familiarity that only heightened the pleasure.

I moaned softly, my legs shaking as I pressed my hips into his touch, silently craving for more.

Each movement of his fingers elicited a new sound from me, my moans growing louder and less controlled as Ghost continued to tease and touch. My body was overwhelmed with sensations, and my fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for an anchor in this storm of pleasure.

Ghost's touch became more purposeful, his fingers pressing against my sensitive spots and rubbing circles around them.

He seemed to revel in my reactions, the way my body contorted and arched beneath his touch, and the sounds that escaped my lips. His fingers continued their relentless ministrations, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Ghost..." I whispered, my voice strained and hoarse with need, "I can't... I can't take much more."

Ghost's eyes met mine, holding a dark, heady intensity that sent me spiraling. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "You can. I want to draw every last moan and gasp from you. Let go, love."

His words sent a renewed wave of intensity through me, my body quivering at the raw command and desire laced in his voice. I couldn't resist as my body finally gave in to the building pleasure, a desperate gasp escaping my lips as orgasmic waves of pleasure crashed over me.

As Ghost undid his pants, revealing more of his body to me, my breath caught in my throat. The sight of him, hard and ready just for me, sent a heat coursing through my veins.

My eyes roamed over his toned body, tracing the contours of his muscles and the scars that adorned his skin. There was something about him that exuded a powerful strength and desire that made me weak in the knees.

He leaned in, his body pressing against mine as he whispered in my ear, "Are you all right?"

The concern in his voice was evident, and my heart swelling at the thought of how much he cared for me despite the situation we found ourselves in. I offered him a small smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness, and nodded.

"I'm just caught up in the moment," I whispered back, my voice slightly breathless. "I want you, Simon."

The earnestness in my words seemed to ignite something within him, his gaze growing even more intense. Without hesitation, he kissed me again, his mouth hungry and unrelenting against mine, driving my body into overdrive.

"Good," he murmured against my lips, a hint of possessive dominance in his voice. "Because I've waited long enough to have you like this."

His hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he lifted me onto the countertop.

As Ghost lifted me onto the countertop, my back pressed against the cold surface, the change in position sent a shiver through me. His body pressed against mine, the intoxicating mix of warmth and coolness.

He stood between my spread legs, his eyes wandering over my body hungrily. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "You're so beautiful like this, love. Completely at my mercy."

The combination of his commanding presence and the vulnerability in his words made my heart flutter. He had a way of making me feel both fiercely protected and thoroughly ravaged all at once.

His lips found mine again, the kiss more urgent and hungry than before. My body arched into him, desperate for more of his touch, while my hands explored his back, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath my fingertips.

In response to his ministrations, Ghost couldn't help the guttural groan that escaped him. He positioned himself between my legs, the intimacy and vulnerability in his voice sending another shiver down my spine.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, seeking assurance.

The vulnerability in his question only made me want him more, and my breath caught in my throat as I nodded slightly, my eyes meeting his. "I'm more than okay with this, Ghost," I whispered with absolute certainty, my body already burning for him.

There was a split-second of hesitation, as if he wanted to savor the moment, then he pushed into me slowly, each inch filling me and driving me wild with pleasure. He gasped as he entered me, and I couldn't resist any longer

As he moved within me, it was nothing short of mind-blowing. My body seemed to mold to his perfectly, the sensations almost overwhelming. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I arched against him, each movement sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

"Simon," I gasped, the sounds falling from my lips involuntarily.

The sound of his real name, whispered in such a breathless, wanton tone, sent a jolt through Ghost, his pace quickening in response. My body rocked against him, and the intensity between us grew almost unbearable.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight against him, as he sought the perfect angle to drive us both to the edge and over.

Words failed me as he found the right rhythm, driving us both toward ecstasy. His breath was becoming ragged and labored, and I knew he was close. my legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper, as if we could meld into one being in this intense moment.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my lips as he uttered my name in a choked, almost reverent whisper. "Love."

That single word seemed to carry a hundred meanings, each more meaningful than the last. I could feel the tension building within him, his movements growing more urgent as he sought release.

I couldn't help but whimper in response, unable to find the words to express the depth of my emotions. The intensity was building, our breaths mingling and bodies tensing as we spiraled closer to the edge.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Ghost tipped over the edge, his body shuddering and muscles tensing as release hit him with a force that shook us both.

As his orgasm washed over him, a rush of intense sensations coursed through both of us, like electricity sparking between our bodies. I could feel the way his body trembled and convulsed as he rode out the wave of pleasure, sending me spiraling over the edge with him.

I leaned into his neck to catch a breath, I felt tired but amazing "I think she should head back to the rest, part our ways to not get noticed"

He let out a low chuckle, a hint of smugness in his tone, and he nodded in agreement. "Good idea, love. We don't want to raise too much suspicion."

He planted a gentle kiss on the crown of my head, a stark contrast to the heated intensity that had just passed between us. "Get dressed, I'll keep watch."

I could still feel the intensity of our encounter coursing through me, but I managed to gather my scattered thoughts and begin to dress.

Ghost took a moment to adjust his clothing back into proper order, his gaze lingering on me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and reluctance to let me go.

I nodded at him that it was time to part our ways, after he left I realized my panties where torn apart by him

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, a mixture of both surprise and amusement settling in. It was typical of Ghost. He had this habit of being completely unapologetic, to the point where he'd even tear my panties apart for the sake of convenience and practicality.

I sighed, shaking my head slightly despite a small smile playing on my lips. "That man," I muttered to myself, my voice filled with begrudging fondness.

I adjusted my clothes, making sure everything was in place, and took a moment to compose myself before stepping out of the bathroom. As I turned to see Ghost leaning casually against the wall, his eyes locked on me, my breath caught in my throat.

His presence filled the space immediately, his tall stature and the way he held himself exuding a powerful aura that made it hard to look away.

I just nodded and headed back to the dance floor where I was met by the whole team they looked distraught..

As I approached the team, the gravity of their expressions settled over me. They looked concerned, their eyes filled with questions and unspoken words. I could sense the air of tension in the room, the weight of their worry palpable.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of worry and curiosity.

Soap kept his head down as if he was embarrassed, a few of the other teammates were missing. Price told me "a few of the shadows escaped."

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as Price's words sank in. The Shadows, the group we were tasked with taking down, had managed to slip through our fingers in the confusion of the battle.

"How many escaped?" I asked, my tone low and tinged with worry.

Price's face was tight with frustration and disappointment as he responded. "Looks like three or four made their way out. We're not sure of their exact locations yet, but we're on the lookout."

I cursed silently to myself, knowing that the Shadows' escape was a major setback in our mission.

As Ghost re-entered the room, the air was thick with tension. Everyone's eyes were on him, their faces etched with frustration and disappointment. It was clear that the Shadows' escape weighed heavily on everyone's minds.

Ghost looked around at the team, his gaze lingering on each of their faces for a moment before he spoke. "Looks like we have a situation," he said, his voice cool and even.

Ghost's presence seemed to add to the weight of the situation, his calm and collected demeanor a stark contrast to everyone else's frustration. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes flickered in my direction, his gaze lingering just a moment longer than normal.

Despite our newfound connection, we were now faced with the task of tracking down the escaped Shadows and dealing with the fallout of their escape.

Soap, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up. "Any leads on where they fled to?"

Price shook his head, his face etched with frustration. "No real leads yet. We're still sifting through intel for any clues."

The mood in the room was tense, each of us lost in our thoughts, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

This was chaos awaiting to erupt on us and I wasn't ready for the consequences.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #smut #fanfic

[bumblingbabooshka]

[Tuvok & Janeway: Control, Distance, Duty & Connection.] Sources: St Voyager Transcripts / Mitski 'First Love Late Spring' / Disco Elysium

#web weaving #star trek web weaving #st voyager #Kathryn Janeway #Tuvok #be the change you want to see in the world - make a long post about Tuvok & Janeway's similarities <- angel on my shoulder #I feel like a lot of people see them as 'opposites attract' sort of friends where Janeway is unhinged & Tuvok reigns her in #but in reality I think that while there is that element in there (exacerbated HEAVILY by their delta quad circumstances) #what I see most in their relationship is how they both value loyalty and duty above all and are extremely rigid with themselves #and the people around them. How they both have to maintain distance from others bc of their positions as captain & vulcan #I hate when people dismiss Tuvok as not being remotely interested in Maryana or Noss - it erases an interesting struggle that he and Janewa #both share - their desire to stay loyal to their spouses vs the 70 years of loneliness that that loyalty demands of them #But they BOTH triumph and they BOTH remain loyal (Tuvok until he returns to T'Pel and Janeway until Mark informs her that it's over) #and for both of them it's a little bit insane for them to do that. #Isn't it more interesting that Janeway and Tuvok both have feelings for people other than their spouses but don't give in #to that temptation? #They're both people who live very fastidiously by codes. Either written codes or moral codes - they very rarely if ever do things because #it's what THEY want to do. I'd say they're the least emotion-driven members of the crew and yes I'm including Seven because Seven #has a very...how to describe? It's a blunt and insular selfishness. She does what SHE wants to do and doesn't really care about others. #To me that's emotion-driven. Or...personal desire-driven? Not a bad thing at all but very different from Janeway & Tuvok who #are always more 'this is logical' or 'this is for the crew' rarely do they think 'this is what I want' bc they can't afford to #for different reasons (captain & vulcan) #they both also are in the most 'caretaking' positions on the ship from my POV. Security and Captain - both are directly in charge of #ship and crew safety. #Janeway & Tuvok #star trek voyager #st voy #when I say caretaking I'm NOT saying they're everyone's mom and dad or whatever - I'm saying they're in positions where they always #have to think about the greater good and the crew as a whole and how much danger is acceptable etc etc. #Janeway is always killing herself for the crew but Tuvok is right there beside her

[dnangelic]

the hollow nonviolence but nevertheless heavily palpable longing and empty vastness of daisuke's heart. post

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #full sincerity i do not mean this in an edgy oooh my cute moeblob's darkness(tm) his hidden evil side way #because this is dark's loneliness too. this is dark's wanting TOO #but dark's is daisuke's is dark's is daisuke's and they're both #the epitome of leroux's erik's description + christine's waved away loneliness too #a heart that could hold the entire empire of the world but has to content itself with a cellar #a child who's never taken seriously or properly respected despite his stubborn independent streak #or even the canon quote itself- it's enormous but empty. completely vacant. dark. there's nothing but a black pillar (themselves) #and 'nothing to satisfy someone-' i knoooow dai looks the way he does but oh my gooooodh -drags my hands down my face- #he's restless he's restless it's not blood guts violence edgy that his emptiness brings him #it's the heart of a thief someone who STEALS which is also why i abstain from too much hunger metaphor #because they DON'T want to devour they don't want to chew and swallow they want to KEEP!!! #they want to shelter and house and have something anything someone anyone they want to take care of it #BUT THE CURSE!!!! #what they do eat of is their own sin and fall; the apple. the fairy tale candy. the fairy table feast. the pomegranate #and once daisuke starts there's NOTHING left for him except to become the devil even if he's the innocent cherub!! #HE CAN'T RESIST THOSE TEMPTATIONS he can't resist the demands of his desires compassionate or not!!! #anyways i got sidetracked but i just think muses who ever see daisuke's heart #is it gentle? yes. is it warm? no. but it's a chill that makes a shared fireplace or someone's touch and blood warmer #it's lonely it's heavy it's grandiose and noble there are rooms waiting for you to walk in and spread light #candlelight starlight azumano's mock-gaslit lanterns!!! #everybody looks up 2 a rebel but nobody knows how isolating it is not just for dark as sb who decided to betray #and was therefore cast out alone left to bear enormous immense burdens all by himself ostracized and wounded #but for daisuke too caught in the shadow of dark's wings #u kno? ok. thats all

[pethfics]

ESCAFLOWNE WEEK 2021 DAY 6: JOURNEY/THE FOOL (Parts 1 and 2)

Title: Somewhere Below the Sea Summary: Merle is haunted by a mysterious melody and she will not rest until she can find its source. Her search leads her to uncharted waters and a hidden corner of Gaea. Note:  Another addition to my collection of Merle-centric fics. [1, 2, 3, 4] Traveling Merle has practically become a genre for me at this point. But it's a good thing I reviewed my previous stories because I had almost written the same thing. Not that it ever gets old but I want to keep things fresh. As I racked my brain for ideas of places she has not yet explored (in my fics, at least), inspiration struck and here we are. I really love giving Merle a chance to go off on her own adventures. She is a more interesting character than the series tends to give her credit for. And as I was writing this, I thought she had some Disney princess vibes, in the best way. Musical Inspiration: 1, 2, 3, 4

#Escaflowneweek #Escaflowne #Somewhere Below the Sea #Merle #Disney princess Merle lezzgo #she deserves her own epic journey #but I had not realized how many times I have written her traveling around Gaea until I had to come up with new ideas for this #it was tempting to throw a Merlandau element into this but I resisted the temptation #because my desire for Merle to do her own thing won out #and I am glad #Sylphiel #hahaah spoilers in the tags #Merle and the Mermaids #this could have been called

[soldier-poet-king]

St Thereses little way and small kindnesses shape the world and make it go round etc etc etc

Yes that is ALL true and I don't discount it but ALSO have you considered I ALSO want the Big Grand Kindnesses and Great Works and Gestures

Not just for the drama. Not for the recognition, I generally hate to be noticed. But for the competency. The satisfaction. The possibility that I CAN. Surely there is this ambition and drive for a reason. Surely I am incredibly hungry and yet have no concrete selfish tangible dreams, just a Grand Desire for The Good in some great manifestation, surely for a reason. A meaning. A purpose.

I want it. More than comfort and kindness and love I want this. The deepest hunger of my existence. The reason for my existence.

#franposting #actively chewing and biting at work today #and its only a Monday #oh boy. oh boy #is this maybe just a manifestation of a need for control #has every existentialist prior also sought this desperately #it is less the despair and more of the hunger #of knowing it is there. beyond my reach or capability but not beyond my desire or mind #it is a terrible thing #sometimes i think it better to have been ignorant of it. to be content with the small and the simple and the good #and not know or want for more #those are better people. tbh. they can do more good than all my navel gazing pretensions can #and yet. and yet #this is why i cant be left alone to get bored #ive been out of school for only a year without a concrete end goal #and i am already redesigning the world in my ambition and my benevolent tyranny #actually. yknow what. fuck it. i finally understand galadriels temptation. #or at least. in part #fuck. OHHHH journal we're really init now #god forbid one day anyone ever reads these things. bitch is a lunatic. #shoutout to all the homies who wouldve been diagnosed with female hysteria

[borom1r]

look there r critiques to be made abt the characterization of movie!Faramir but he’s actually so important to me. the fact he Is tempted and that his temptation mirrors Boromir’s in that they’re both centered around love means so much to me, actually

#Boromir’s love for his people vs Faramir’s desire to be loved by Denethor #showing how much Denethor Had whittled away at Faramir. #*would* he have been tempted by the ring if he hadn’t been constantly belittled by his own father? I think that’s a valid question #or even if Boromir had been alive #in that moment Faramir had lost the one person in his direct family that cared for him genuinely and openly #like Denethor is all he had left. and Denethor cannot stand him. Denethor wishes he was dead. #*but maybe if he returns with the ring* <- and that is like. soso important to me for realsies #not to mention the arc of him overcoming the temptation before it’s too late and sending Frodo and Sam on their way #which like. As A Boromir Enjoyer. I think is so critical #like. if you raised someone. wouldn’t you hope that they’d take what they learned from you and become better? not repeat your mistakes? #Boromir adored his brother and Faramir was tempted but he didn’t fall. he learned and he became better. he didn’t repeat Boromir’s mistakes #idk I think obviously there are things that work in a book that don’t work on film and I really do enjoy movie Faramir I think they #crafted a very cool little guy #lotr

[meatmensch]

"Angel?" Crowley said, approaching the desk. "Do you remember Job? The night we spent in his cellar?"

Still looking down at his papers, Aziraphale huffed. "Of course. It was a rather charming night. First...quality time we spent together, getting to know each other."

Crowley smirked as he slinked down to his knees beside Aziraphale's chair. He rested one arm on the back of it, and the other on the desk, encircling him. "Not to mention," he began, his tone sultry, "First time you ate human food. Put away half an ox, if I remember correctly."

That drew Aziraphale's attention.

"Hm."

Crowley took off his glasses. Aziraphale swallowed. 

"Of all of my temptations, Aziraphale, that is certainly one of my favorites."

"Why is that, dear boy?" he asked quietly.

"You just...really seemed to enjoy yourself. The look on your face"—Crowley brought a hand to Aziraphale's cheek—"once you had a nibble, and realized you liked it...how truly ravenous you were, for hours...Well. Let's just say: I thought about such things for a long time."

Aziraphale gave him a little grin and covered Crowley's hand with his own. "And your reason for bringing this up now, you wicked thing, you?"

He shrugged. "Just, er, wondering if, you, you know"—he grabbed the arms of the chair and rotated it, so they were directly facing each other, then rested his hands on Aziraphale's thighs—"are up for...another temptation?"

He was met with a smirk so devilish, no angel, even Aziraphale, should have been able to make it. He snapped his fingers, and drew the blinds.

-

"Had enough yet?" he asked a great deal of time later, hoping for an answer in the negative.

"No," Aziraphale said, blissful, and quite out of breath. "Not at all. But I do encourage you to give it a rest, my dear. It can't be easy on the jaw."

"Oh, no, no, don't even worry about it. I just—unhinge it. Snake things."

"Ah." Aziraphale laughed. "Carry on, then, if you'd please."

#if there are errors...it is 3:39am!!! #these guys...these fucking dudes...the desire the starvation the temptation etc etc etc. what if i went crazy #anyway imagine a world with me where they have genuinely no bullshit to worry about and they can just hang out at the bookshop and blow #doesn't that sounds beautiful? #ok. goodnight #my posts #my art and writing #good omens #fanfic

[insanechayne]

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#the longer it is that I don’t hear from him the more anxious I get and that’s so stupid and I hate it #I don’t know why so much of my happiness is tied to talking to him #especially because I have a girlfriend now and should probably be more inclined/excited to talk to her #which I am! really! I love talking to her too and wouldn’t have asked her out if I didn’t feel that way #but there’s something about him and this weird connection we have to each other #it’s like I just need to talk to him #my day isn’t complete and my mood gets all screwy if I don’t talk to him #and I know I say this same bullshit here so often but I’m just so fucked up about this all the time #because he’s still in my fucking head and I can’t get rid of him #so I’m stuck in this stupid headspace of wanting to give my all to my girlfriend and still subconsciously pining for him #I wish I could turn it off like he did because he makes it seem so easy to just shut off the temptation and the desire and all of that shit #but it’s just not that easy for me and now I’m so deep in this emotional pit that I feel like I can’t dig myself out #I don’t know what to do about all of this because I don’t have anyone to talk to about it #I used to just talk to him about it but it was hard for him to deal with so I promised I wouldn’t anymore #now I’m just worse for wear and spiraling constantly #personal

[foxish-draws]

Heya!I was wondering ( since I love your Sassy Zen, and your artwork for a long time) Wouldn't Ramattra be his nemesis? Like a Karen-type, that Sassy Zen not only hates, but LOVES to hate? Also Keep up your amazing work! <3

Thank you :> I am not 100% sure yet where I think Ram would fall in that regard, but I am sure that I like him very much 😳 Robots are hard for me to draw & I've been enjoying my steady build in ability to draw the hu-mans, but Ramattra is like the "ah, so THIS is what the robot fuckers are on about" character. So I feel like the second I get the drive to attempt a halfway decent robo draw, he's first on the list for it.

I've said from the start, waayyyyyy back, that I drew sassy Zen as inspiration struck for it, and it's just that inspiration hasn't struck in a while. But he's getting some fun new lines with people, & some pretty good stuff with Ramattra – I've been tempted more than once recently, let's just say.

#the lack of sassyatta has partially been from a desire to improve #robots = hard so they were simplified quick comics by design #but then I had these stretches of time where I felt like I wasn't getting any better #bothered me #and I just stopped playing Zenyatta so I didn't have as many personal experiences to draw from #his 76 interaction is great tho #and now big hot robo rival 👀 #the temptation is real

[arnold-layne]

this idea. has been brewing in me for a while. and i am highly inclined to begin writing it if i do say so myself

#‘​but arnold’ you will say ‘you have so many unfinished fics already. dont you want to finish at least one of them?’ #and i will tell you with tears in my eyes #oh i do this is my biggest desire #but im a weak and fragile woman. i cannot resist the temptation of a new idea #also have an original story ive been working on ;-; #woe is me i want to write so bad and i cant #i have to study for exams #arnold’s laments

[stainedglassdaisy]

y’all should’ve stopped me from my angsty stand by me blogging when you had the chance, we’re on to writing actual fic now 😈

#temptation to share the handful of paragraphs i have versus desire to make things a surprise: fight

[sukunasweetheart]

oh, to fit him like a glove...

WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM

based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune

word count; 3k

imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.

and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.

he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.

he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.

"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.

outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.

"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.

his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.

...not yet.

he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.

his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.

"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.

"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.

"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"

he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.

"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."

the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.

however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.

one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.

"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.

sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.

the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.

the temptation is too great.

not. yet.

this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.

if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.

the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.

" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.

"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.

rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.

"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.

his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.

"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.

"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.

sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.

you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.

he suddenly spreads your legs.

at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.

a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.

the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.

it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.

once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.

he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.

when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.

ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.

your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.

he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.

sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...

"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.

"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.

"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"

"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.

"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.

veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.

sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.

few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.

"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.

"are you trying to test my patience right now?"

you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.

" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.

his gaze softens.

"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"

and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.

you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.

sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.

"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"

you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.

he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.

"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.

you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.

such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...

his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...

sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.

" 'm cumming-"

his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.

his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.

sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.

your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.

suddenly, he stills.

it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.

when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.

"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."

not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.

your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.

"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.

his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.

you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.

sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.

cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.

"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.

his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.

"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.

all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.

he breaks away from your lips.

"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.

you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.

his thrusts slowly start back up again.

"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.

"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.

"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."

your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.

... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.

you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.

sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.

once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.

"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.

you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.

"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.

"sukuna... too full..."

he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.

"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."

he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #soft sukuna

[dukeofankh]

I cannot express how jarring it was after being raised by a "Porn Addiction Coach" to get into a relationship with a woman and come face to face with the fact that she did actually want me to sexually desire her.

Like, in Evangelical Purity Culture, male desire was basically poison. It was a threat. It was this constant temptation that would destroy everything. And even after leaving, in the sort of queer, feminist spaces i spend most of my time in that wasn't something that pretty much anyone was spending time actively dissuading me from feeling.

But my desire is good. It's not something that I'm being accepted in spite of. It's a positive thing. It's a bonus. Not even just vanilla stuff, all the stuff I'd convinced myself were these weird terrible desires that were shameful to have.

It honestly took me over a decade to fully accept that. To stop dissociating during sex and confront that I was, in fact, being a massive perv and that was fantastic and preferable and that I could accept that into my self-image without shame or self hatred.

But it's important to do. It's important to leave relationships that don't welcome that part of you. To know that your sexuality is valuable and valid and worth owning and celebrating. Because the alternative is just...not being. Either existing as yourself and repressing the part of your identity that is sexual or allowing that sexuality to exist but turning off your self while it does.

#religious trauma #ex christian #deconversion #evangelical purity culture #purity culture #me writing stuff

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

#i have this like. issue w self destruction right. i mean i guess its just the constant subconcious fight w myself surfacing for a sec lmaoo. #but the random periods of vicious pulls toward self destruction get stronger the further away from rock bottom i get #bc a part of my broken subconscious still salivates at the idea of throwing my life away for -insert w/e reason lmao-/nothing #&the more stock value i can add to me+my life the more violent the fall would be&the bigger the sacrifice. lmao. #... im currently dealing w severe mood swings? like i dont know why but its the worst its been since i started the new meds. #something something idk i guess my overall body chemistry was still a little more tenuous than either me or my doc/s thought #so the depression probably spiraled a little more than it was supposed to before i really noticed&now its gritting my teeth #through another stupid period of realizing that at least 50% of my desire for total perfection is bc of the almost intoxicating temptation #of throwing it all away for the worst parts of my natures lmao. #... there isnt a chance of me doing so. so like. theres really no reason to be concerned or anything. im just being dramatic as always lmao. #:')♡

[kachowder]

Thinking about a arranged marriage, in which darling denies their spouse any opportunity to touch them. For reader, they have no reason to believe this would ever be a equal relationship. They believed, if they serviced their spouse well, and played the part of a dutiful partner, they would be able to lead a comfortable life without any unnecessary drama or hurt feelings on their end.

Of course they didn’t take into account how absolutely obsessed their spouse is with them, and how much pain their in each time their denied the chance to touch their darling.

Every intimate act between the couple, the darling does all the work. Weather it be quick services with their mouth or body, as soon as their spouse finishes the darling hops off and makes their way back to their room to take care of their own needs or read a new book. And their spouse is fucking devastated each and every time.

Their fingers grip their darlings shoulder or hair, savoring that moment of contact before their orgasm hits and the warmth of their love leaves them for the remainder of the night. No aftercare, no kisses, and worst of all, they don’t get to see their darling cum. Ever.

“Darling…? If it’s not too much to ask..”

“Yes my love?”

And they’d shiver at the hollow endearment.

“Well..perhaps we could engage in some more intimacy tonight…? I could-“

“Ah.” And their darling would pause, bringing a hand to rub their jaw tenderly. “Well, my jaw is still a little sore from last time, but if you wish I can certainly help you again.”

“N..No..I mean, I could..I could take care of you…tonight…”

“Oh. That won’t be necessary my dear.”

And god how their heart fucking breaks at that, brows furrowing nervously as they try to resist the temptation to fall to their knees and beg. Beg to taste their darlings flesh and finally feel their lips pressed against their own. Their eyes nearly well with tears, the untamed desire burning them to the core. Their darling was so cruel to them.

“But I insist, I can-“

“Do not worry my love. I’ll take care of you tonight so you won’t be so stressed for your meeting tomorrow. Or if you’d like I could find you more suitable company for the night?”

The repulsion in their body would nearly make their stomach swell with nausea at the mere idea of laying in bed with another that wasn’t their beloved darling.

“I’m…No thank you, my love.”

And you, the silly little darling won’t understand why your spouse seems so disheartened. You’d been the perfect partner, anyone’s dream. You kept to yourself, did what you were asked. They never had to care for you needs or wants beyond your allowance and the occasional outing.

You could admit you were married to a very attractive and respectable figure. Known for their kindness and intelligence. You considered yourself lucky as to deal with someone so agreeable.

And there were times you wished for a warm body besides yours in the dead of night. Someone to lay upon after you’ve both been spent.

But that vulnerability was too scary for yourself. Fear that your heart would hurt more if you let yourself feel the pain of neglect after. So, this arrangement you’d crafted for yourself would have to do.

Well, until the night you’d found your depraved lovers head buried between your thighs, moaning like a starved fool.

What a sight to awaken too.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x oc #x reader #x gender neutral reader

[pucksandpower]

Crazy Cravings

Max Verstappen x wife!Reader

Summary: pregnancy cravings can make you (and your husband) do crazy things … neither of you particularly minds

Warnings: 18+ content and pregnancy

You sit in the Red Bull Racing garage, feeling the warm Spanish sun on your face through the open door. The roar of engines and whirring of power tools surrounds you as the mechanics prepare for the race.

Your eyes are drawn to the iconic blue and silver cans scattered around the garage. Those tantalizing cans of Red Bull that everyone else seems to be drinking so casually.

Everyone except you and Max, that is.

You rub your rounded belly, feeling your precious cargo kick and squirm inside you. At six months pregnant, your cravings have been … intense, to say the least. But none more powerful than your longing for the crisp, fizzy taste of Red Bull.

The caffeine is off limits, of course. You would never dream of jeopardizing your baby’s health. But oh, how you crave that sweet, energizing flavor that used to be such a routine part of your life.

Max emerges from the back room, his bright grey eyes instantly finding you. He strides over, that effortless confidence and raw athleticism making your heart flutter, even after all these years. His gaze drifts to the Red Bull can in a mechanic’s hand and a grimace crosses his face.

“Liefje, are you alright?” He murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “I know how much those are torturing you lately.”

You force a smile, not wanting him to worry. “I’m fine, Maxie. Just … ignoring the siren call of carbonated temptation.”

His thumb strokes your cheek as he studies you, clearly not convinced. Max has been so incredibly supportive during this pregnancy, abstaining from Red Bull himself in solidarity. Cutting out his biggest vice, just so you don’t have to be tormented by the sight and scent of it everywhere.

“We should get you out of here,” he says, looping an arm around your waist to help leverage your bulk out of the chair. “The smells can’t be helping those crazy cravings.”

You open your mouth to protest, not wanting to pull him away from his work, but a fresh wave of dizzying desire hits you as a mechanic cracks open another can. The fizzing hiss and unmistakable scent make your mouth water uncontrollably.

“Max ...” you whisper, feeling your throat tighten with barely restrained craving and hormonal tears prickling your eyes.

He follows your yearning gaze to the Red Bull can and understanding dawns. “Oh, liefje ...” Scooping you into his arms, he strides from the garage, shooting an apologetic look at his crew.

Once outside in the fresh air, you bury your face against Max’s shoulder, inhaling his familiar, comforting cologne as he carries you to the motorhome. He eases you onto the couch, brushing kisses along your forehead and temple.

“I’m so sorry, schatje,” he murmurs, anguish lining his handsome features. “I hate seeing you suffer like this. If there was any way I could make the cravings stop ...”

You catch his hand, lacing your fingers through his calloused ones. “Max, you know I would never actually ask you to give up Red Bull, right?”

He shakes his head fiercely. “Not being able to have it for nine months is nothing compared to your sacrifice, carrying our baby. I don’t deserve you.”

Pulling him down beside you, you cup the chiseled line of his jaw, making him meet your gaze. “I happen to think you deserve the very best, Mr. Verstappen. And right now, the very best for both of us would be ...” Your voice cracks with fresh longing. “A damn Red Bull.”

Max’s eyes blaze with sudden determination, that iron willpower that has made him a champion coming to life. “Then that’s what I’ll get you. If those tossers at Red Bull Company won’t make a safe, caffeine-free version for pregnant women, I’ll personally make them regret it.”

You laugh shakily. “Max, you can’t just bully a corporation into creating a new product line for one person’s weird craving!”

“You’re not just one person,” he growls, tangling his fingers in your hair and bringing his forehead to rest against yours. “You’re my everything. And our baby deserves for its mother to be happy and have her cravings satisfied.”

Pressing a fierce kiss to your lips, he adds, “I’m calling them right now. And then straight to the CEO, if I have to. I’ll get you that Red Bull if it’s the last thing I do.”

True to his word, the indomitable Max Verstappen spends the next several days working every possible connection and calling in every favor. You catch bits of conversations, his clipped tones making it clear just how serious he is about this bizarre quest.

“No, I don’t care if it’s not ‘cost-effective’. This is for my very pregnant wife ...”

“She’s risking her health to grow an entire person! The least your company can do is make a freaking caffeine-free energy drink ...”

The crew quickly learns not to open any Red Bull around you, lest they face the wrath of an overprotective Max. Which is slightly embarrassing … but also incredibly sweet.

Your hormones most definitely approve.

Finally, there’s a break in the stalemate. Helmut Marko himself shows up at the motor home, those bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrows furrowed.

“Max, this is ridiculous. They will not reconfigure an entire product line just because Y/N is having a little … craving.”

You brace yourself for the explosion, but Max just levels Helmut with that intense stare. “If you could experience these cravings yourself, you would be singing a different tune. Y/N is sacrificing everything to have our baby. The least Red Bull can do is give her a safe option to have the flavor she misses so much.”

Helmut’s expression softens slightly at the obvious devotion in Max’s voice. “You know that corporate will never go for it. Not for just one person ...”

“Then make it for all the other pregnant women dealing with the same issues,” Max returns, unruffled. “Or is a company that plasters ‘Gives You Wings’ on every can really too cowardly to follow through on empowering people?”

You suck in a shocked breath at his daring play. But the flicker of anger and resigned capitulation in Helmut’s eyes shows that it worked.

“Fine, you little shit,” the older man growls. “I’ll talk to product development. But I’m not making any promises!”

Except somehow … Max’s sheer bullheaded tenacity eventually batters through all the corporate resistance and red tape. Three weeks later, an unmistakable bright blue can appears on the counter, the iconic Red Bull logo stamped across it.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion.

Max slides an arm around your waist, beaming proudly. “Open it and see.”

You crack the seal, sniffing cautiously … and almost melt at the nostalgic, beloved scent of Red Bull. But just as you start to panic about caffeine, you notice the slightly different flavor.

“Max, is this ...”

He nods, grinning. “Zero caffeine but all the taste you’ve been craving. No more tears over those damn energy drink cans, okay?”

Throwing your arms around him, you yank his head down to capture his mouth in a grateful kiss. “Have I mentioned lately how incredible you are?”

“Once or twice,” he jokes, then sobers, cupping your belly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you and our baby happy.”

“You’re giving me everything I ever wanted and more.” You take a long pull of the perfectly flavored liquid, sighing in blissful satisfaction. “We hit the jackpot with you, Max Verstappen.”

He kisses you again, reveling in your obvious enjoyment. “The only jackpot I need is right here.”

***

Your baby bump has popped out to truly impressive proportions now at eight months along. What started as an innocent craving for Red Bull has escalated into an all-out physiological war.

Nothing seems to satisfy you for long — you’re a walking bundle of hormones and insatiable desires.

From the plush solitude of the Red Bull hospitality suite, you try not to gaze wistfully toward the Ferrari encampment. But you can’t resist fixating on the tantalizing cones of rich gelato constantly streaming from their hospitality tent.

Watching a couple of Ferrari mechanics stroll by, licking at scoops of pistachio and stracciatella, is enough to kickstart a powerful new yearning. Your mouth waters shamelessly as they pass, the creamy dessert leaving you weak in the knees. Before you can overthink it, you’re shuffling toward the entrance, one hand cradling your belly.

“Scusi,” you call out hesitantly as you peek inside. “Mi dispiace … is it possible to get some gelato?”

You half expect to be waved away — it’s well known that the Ferrari team is notoriously insular and protective of their spoils. But the cheerful greeting you receive is instantaneous and overwhelming.

“Madonna mia! Look at this beautiful piccina!”

Suddenly you’re engulfed by a whirlwind of chattering Italian voices, greeted by smiling faces from the team of elderly signoras who comprise the Ferrari hospitality staff. Weathered hands pat your belly and cheeks, clucking sympathetically at your swollen state.

“You poor bambina, absolutely enorme! Of course we’ll get you some gelato to refresh you. And biscotti too! You need to keep up your energy, si?”

You’re ushered toward a plush sofa, various grandmotherly types fussing over you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing. It’s … surprisingly wonderful. They clearly adore babies and pregnant women. You get the sense that indulging a mother-to-be is hardwired into their very beings.

A tray of gelato cups appears, the rainbow of flavors almost dazzling in their variety — chocolate, pistachio, prickly pear, lemon, stracciatella. Before you can reach for one, it’s plucked from your grasp.

“No no no! Leave it to Nonna Maria.” A stout signora with a green paisley dress and frosted silver curls shakes her head sternly. “I’ll start you with the lemon to whet your appetite. Then a nice creamy stracciatella as a proper treat for the bambino.”

The tangy flavor of the lemon gelato hits your craving exquisitely. As soon as you’ve polished off that cup, Nonna Maria presents another brimming with the creamy chocolate chip perfection of stracciatella. You moan in appreciation, unbothered by the chorus of approving noises from your doting new entourage.

Before you know it, you’ve been plied with cups of hazelnut, strawberry, and caramel flavors as well. These hospitable Italian ladies simply won’t be deterred from pampering a future mamma. As you scrape the last smears of gelato from a ramekin, a new grandmother settles on the sofa beside you.

“Now ... tell Nonna Gina what this little maschietto or bambina has been craving, eh?” She pats your belly affectionately. “We have chefs who can whip up anything your heart desires!”

Is it a pregnancy thing, this sudden wave of tears that blurs your vision? Or just being so insanely touched by the kindness and maternal care of these lovely strangers? You blink rapidly, swallowing hard.

“Honestly … gelato has been my biggest craving these past couple days. I don’t know if I can eat another bite.”

A chorus of disapproving gasps and tuts rises from the assembled grandmothers. “Bah! This pregnancy has ruined your appetite, piccina,” one crows, waving a hand dismissively. “We’ll soon get it back to rights, don’t you worry.”

For the next hour, you’re lavished with attention, fussed over and coddled like the most precious jewel. Cold drinks and chilled towels appear to keep you comfortable as the nonnas take turns sitting with you, petting your belly and swapping outrageous birth stories.

Their colorful Italian voices swell and ebb as they bicker over whose recipe for pasta al ragu is most authentic, who has the most grandchildren, and whose first-born grandson is most handsome.

It’s chaos and noise and overwhelming affection … and you’ve never felt so utterly content.

As the afternoon light slants golden through the awning, a familiar figure appears in the entrance, haloed by the fiery rays.

“Liefje? I’ve been looking everywhere ...” Max’s disbelieving gaze sweeps over the scene in front of him — you, surrounded by a veritable coven of grandmotherly Italians who seem entirely absorbed with you. “What in the world ...”

A chubby signora with a bright orange shawl wrapped around her ample form hops up, beaming widely. “Ahh! We have been absolutely spoiling your beautiful wife, of course. Did you know she had a craving for gelato? Well, no problem for us — we have taken her like one of our own bambinas!”

The others cluck and murmur in outraged agreement at his shocked expression.

“We absolutely will not let a piccina in such a state go hungry or uncomfortable! Now you sit down so we can get you a plate of some proper food too!”

Max gapes at you, utterly nonplussed as you grin back at him with unabashed glee, utterly stuffed with Italian desserts and reveling in the indulgent babying. You pat the space beside you invitingly.

“You’ve got to try Nonna Gina’s tiramisu, Maxie. It’ll knock your socks off.”

He settles beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and still looking rather dazed. But the instant the first warm smile and pat lands on his arm or knee, Max’s expression melts. This team of fussing Italian grandmothers has clearly adopted you both as their own.

Nonna Maria reappears, shoving a plate stacked with crispy arancini, indulgent risotto alla Milanese, and a creamy slice of tiramisu into your husband’s hands. “Eat up! You need to keep your strength up too, caring for this sweet cosa bella.” She plants bristly kisses on both your cheeks before scurrying off again.

Max watches her go, then turns to you with a bemused chuckle, squeezing you close. “Well, schatje. I have to hand it to you — at least your pregnancy cravings bring you to some … interesting places.”

You hum in agreement, perfectly content as you snuggle against his side. “Can you really think of a better place for me to nest?” You grin as another nonna appears to pat his cheek, welcoming him into the chaotic fold. “I think I may have just found my second family.”

He tilts your chin up, eyes sparkling with warmth. “Anything that makes you happy and keeps our baby healthy.”

As he kisses you tenderly, surrounded by clucking encouragement and rapturous croons of “bello, bellisimo” from your new Italian grandmothers, you know you’ve never felt so blissfully cherished.

You and Max make your way slowly back to the Red Bull motorhome, stuffed to the gills with gelato and trailed by a gaggle of besotted well-wishers calling out farewells and advice.

“I still can’t believe you managed to befriend the entirety of Ferrari hospitality,” Max laughs, helping ease you onto the couch in his driver’s room. He nudges your belly playfully. “This little one is shaping up to be quite the international charmer!”

“Says the man who single-handedly compelled Red Bull to create an entirely new product line,” you point out, patting your swollen middle contentedly. “I have a feeling this baby is going to be the most spoiled child on earth.”

Max settled beside you, gathering you close with a tender smile. “Can you blame all our people for wanting to give the world to you two?” His thumb traced your jawline reverently. “You’re carrying a little miracle, liefje.”

Your breath catches, as it so often did when he looks at you like that. Like you’re his entire universe. With so much pure adoration and love shining in those grey eyes.

“Our miracle,” you correct softly, cradling his calloused hand over your belly. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Not just supporting me … but giving me everything I could ever dream of.”

He opens his mouth like he wanted to protest, but you press on, needing him to understand how treasured he makes you feel.

“You don’t stop until I’m happy. Even when I get these raging, random cravings that probably seem crazy, you move heaven and earth to give me whatever I need. Most people would never ...”

“Neither of us is most people,” Max interrupts fiercely. He presses a searing kiss to your lips, then the swell of your abdomen. “You and our little one are my entire world. I’ll spend every day showing you how much I love you both, how grateful I am to have you in my life.”

Hormones raging, you pull his mouth back to yours, savoring the taste and feel of him surrounding you. When you finally part, you rest your forehead against his.

“In that case, you better rest up for tonight,” you tease. “I have a feeling that someone’s going to get a craving for sardines and waffles right around midnight.”

***

At nine months pregnant, you feel like a blissfully beached whale.

Your belly protrudes so massively that you can barely see your feet anymore. Simple tasks like tying your shoes or rolling over in bed have become awkward geometric obstacles. Max has to help you up from every chair or couch, his strong arms levering your frame into a vertical position.

Lingering in the paddock is no longer an option either. You’ve been gently but firmly ordered back home to Monaco to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

Thank goodness your nesting instincts are going full tilt — otherwise you might go stir crazy waiting for this little one to make their grand debut. You’ve rearranged and re-organized the nursery a dozen times, washed and rewashed all the tiny onesies and miniature accessories, and baked enough lactation cookies to feed an army of nursing mothers.

Really, there’s only one craving occupying your mind now …

The thump of shoes in the hall makes you look up eagerly. Max appears in the doorway of the sunlit nursery, loose waves of brown hair framing his face. The plain white tee stretches enticingly across his chest and shoulders, making your mouth water for an entirely different reason than food.

“Hey schatje,” he greets, eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in your flushed cheeks. A knowing smirk tugs at one side of his mouth. “Were you just ... thinking about me?”

You shake your head adamantly, wincing as the motion makes your whole body ache in protest. “Maybe just a little. This particular craving is getting out of control.”

Crossing to you in two strides, Max cups your jaw and brings your lips crashing together in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps demanding and possessive into your mouth, making you whimper faintly. That intoxicating masculine scent of fresh sweat, motor oil, and sandalwood surrounds you in an alluring cloud.

After all these years, just the taste and smell of your husband is enough to drench you in molten wanting. Baby or no baby, Max Verstappen is still the sexiest goddamn thing on two legs.

“Mmm, I know exactly what you need,” he rumbles against your neck, nipping a tingling path along your sensitive skin. “Luckily for you, I’ve got a free schedule all afternoon to help take care of this craving ...”

He scoops you into his arms effortlessly, cradling your heavy weight against his chest to carry you to the bedroom. You twine your arms shamelessly around his neck, luxuriating in the hard strength of his body against yours.

“Aren’t you worried about ... squashing the baby?”

“Not at all,” he deposits you carefully on the bed. Those bright grey eyes darken with blazing lust. “I’m going to take such good care of you and our little one.”

His hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once — caressing, nibbling, and stroking every sensitive inch he can lavish adoring attention on. You keen softly when he dips his tongue into your navel, rubbing reverent circles over the tight swell of your belly.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Max murmurs, lips brushing the crease where your torso and bump meet. “So ripe and round and radiant with our child. My beautiful, strong girl ...”

All you can do is lie there gasping, overwhelmed in the best possible way. He strips you methodically, leaving a trail of scorching, openmouthed kisses over every newly exposed inch.

“My sexy little pregnant wife,” he husks, tongue dragging up the slick crease at the apex of your thighs. “Can’t resist this craving can you, liefje?”

His fingers plunge inside you, curling expertly as his mouth closes over your throbbing bud. You throw your head back shamelessly, mindless with pleasure as Max devours you.

So good, so unbearably good …

He ravishes you thoroughly, sending gushing waves of release crashing through your body over and over again until you’re gasping and quivering. Atoms of blissful satisfaction hum in your bloodstream as you float back into sweet oblivion.

An insistent nudge against your belly slowly rouses you. Max looms over you, hair deliciously rumpled and eyes glittering wickedly. “Did I satisfy that craving sufficiently? Or should I keep going?”

Your mouth curves in a greedy smile, hands gliding over his flexing shoulders and chest. “Again, please ...”

It had long since become a running gag around the paddock and team — before you were advised to stop flying. When you couldn’t be located, someone would joke that you must be off ravaging your utterly besotten husband yet again.

Max took the ribbing with surprising grace, grinning unrepentantly whenever his shirt collar revealed another blossom of lovebites discoloring the skin of his throat.

You really didn’t care about the teasing. You’re indulging an entirely healthy and normal craving — just a wife thoroughly appreciating her man.

“Can you believe people used to call this a punishment?” You giggle breathlessly one afternoon.

Max nips a stinging path along the soft skin of your inner thighs, tracing tantalizingly close to your heated center. He laves his tongue soothingly over the reddened marks, leering up at you from between your parted legs.

“Let them call it whatever they want. I’m just taking advantage of your hormones making you insatiable for me.”

“Mmm, well I can’t seem to resist your obscenely perfect body either,” you admit with a lazy stretch. “Maybe we really are being punished.”

One dark brow wings up eloquently as Max drags his eyes over you in a deliberately insolent perusal. Taking your leg in hand, he licks an achingly slow, filthy stripe up the crease where thigh meets hip.

You choke on a whimper, whole body jolting as he sucks a blossom of wet kisses into the satiny expanse of your inner thigh. Those bright grey eyes hold yours in wicked challenge as his clever tongue massages and swirls over your sensitized flesh.

“This certainly doesn’t seem like punishment to me,” he husks darkly. “Does it feel like punishment when I do this ...” His mouth moves higher. “Or this ...”

By the time he finishes torturing you into a quivering, needy wreck, you’re more than ready to beg.

“Please, Max!” You sob, bucking helplessly against the maddening sensations. “I need you, oh god I need you so bad ...”

He settles heavily over you, nuzzling your hair aside to trail searing kisses along your damp throat. “Then you shall have me. My needy wife can have whatever she craves ...”

It’s midway through one such shattering round of lovemaking that Max’s phone begins to ring shrilly. You try to disentangle, burning embarrassment tinting your cheeks, but he simply growls and clutches you tighter.

“Leave it!” He bites out, surging forward to recapture your mouth in a bruising clash of teeth and tongue between thrusts. “I’m busy ... satisfying … my wife ...”

After, as you lie tangled in a sweaty heap of satiation, you can’t resist asking with a wry smile, “Was that another craving I just demanded you satisfy?”

Max props himself up on one elbow, thumb stroking idly along your abdomen as his piercing gaze roams over your flushed, disheveled form.

“Whatever my wife needs,” he responds huskily. Those burning eyes promise infinite carnal delights to come as they caress your body. “I’ll always crave giving her everything she desires.”

He stretches beside you, a blissful smile curving his lips as you snuggle up against his side to exchange lazy kisses.

You’ve got a sneaking suspicion this is one craving that might outlast the pregnancy ...

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