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hoshigray · 21 days

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Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍)

I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo

Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck

Sorry if this is a very detailed request. Feel free to ignore it or change it :3

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my, another sukuna req! things bout to get hot, hehe~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - blackmail - fingering (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - facials - use of a phone; sexual photography - impact play (spanking) - full nelson position - degradation (cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - humiliation - overstimulation - pet names (brat, princess, woman) - dick piercing (frenulum) - usage of drugs & alcohol - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. “Y/n.”

You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. “Sukuna.”

Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But it’s a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously.

College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as it’s been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike — even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association!

But of course, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good — one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being.

Ryōmen Sukuna is a man you’ve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as he’s the famous trump card of the school’s jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campus’ “demon dog.” Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.

He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students you’ve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesn’t listen — he won’t listen!

And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, he’s such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.

…Until you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision.

Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldn’t hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder.

“Never figured the student government president would be here,” his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. “Something tells me there isn’t apple juice in that solo cup.”

The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, “What is it, Ryōmen?” You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you don’t wear stuff like this all the time, but you can’t expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety.

“Whatcha doin’ here, prez?” God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was — but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. “Isn’t this kind of thing what you’re against for and all?”

“Hmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?” You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. “Besides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones who’ll have anyone’s asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.”

“Oh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ain’t that something,” he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. ��I figured you’d be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.”

“Watch your tone when talking to me, Ryōmen,” you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. “Lucky for you, I’m only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and don’t start shit for me to take home and stress over.”

He lifts a brow, “Is that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.” You didn’t like how he said that — nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. “Never thought you had that side of you.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Ryōmen,” you swing your cup around with a scoff. “And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

And you thought you’d win this round as Sukuna doesn’t say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. “You mean things like these?” You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos — a whole lot — of you.

“You know, I’m sure it must be hard being president of the student body; that’s why I don’t envy you,” one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. “So, I can’t blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,” he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. “However, you really outta be careful with what you’re doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.” Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera.

Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, “Wh…Where did you get those…”

“Hmm? I can’t share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,” he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. “But I can’t lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?”

“You fucking asshole…!”

You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist — the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. “Hey!” The guy grabs Sukuna’s shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. “…My fault, bro, don’t worry about it. I’ll go dry off,” the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes.

You’re trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know he’ll break it if you make one wrong move. “…What the hell do you want from me?“

Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand — his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. “My apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,” you don’t move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. “I’ll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.”

The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, “You…devil.”

He snickers into your ear, “Pick your poison, and you’ll see just how much of a devil I can be.”

And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you can’t see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers.

This was a nightmare — an absolute, horrifying nightmare. There’s no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation — what you’ve built with your own two hands — is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this asshole’s apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You didn’t want to go. You wouldn’t go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what he’s about to do to you. They’re just pictures; people will think they’re edited or question if they’re valid!

However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down — to humble and look down on you — and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed.

The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain — and you should follow his commands to keep up.

“Gahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stop—Eeek! Y’re hitting so ha—Ahhh!”

“What? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times you’ve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.”

Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream.

He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps – and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you can’t squirm out of his hold, or else he’ll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away.

“Look at you,” he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. “Whatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n who’d always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, can’t be the same Y/n.”

You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. “Who are you calling a whore, you fucking—Deeeii! Ohhh!” Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. “Wai—Tahhh! Take it out, take it out right—Noooh!!”

“Oh, don’t even think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, slut,” you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. “And with how you’re crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.”

Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that — but you didn’t because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldn’t think of anything, not when he’s still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You can’t even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!

And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. “N–No, stop it, Sukuna! That’s dirty, don’t—Mmnaahh!!” He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.

“That’s the point, prez,” he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. “Gonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you don’t recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. “Mhmm, just like that, princess.”

How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. “Ahhh, stoop, too fast, please, go slo—Mmmph!?”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. “That’ll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.” And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.

“Take it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?…Mmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.”

This. Is. The. Worst! There’s absolutely no way you’re sucking Sukuna’s cock right now; this is the very last thing you’d want to be doing! He’s standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you would’ve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it.

But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukuna’s glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesn’t help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, he’s so disgusting…

“Fhhh, fuck, that feels good,” he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. “Who woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?” You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. “That face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.”

You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction.

“Shit, yeah, yes,” he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell he’s about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. “Bring your face here.”

He does it for you – his hand on your head for a reason – and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty.

You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. “Lookin’ like a real cumslut for me, prez.”

And the worst part of all finally comes around — the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.

“—Fffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazy—Eeeee!”

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re tight as hell, woman…Khhh…! Tryin’ to milk me dry, huh, Y/n…”

Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.

He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldn’t get any hotter than watching the obscenity. He’s been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white ‘o’ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching – the goddamn squelching! – it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.

There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big — your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.

“Fuck, fuuuck, hsssh…!” It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldn’t tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug.

It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. “Holy fuck, you really love gripping my cock, don’t you, princess?”

“I–I can’t help it! You keep ’n hit—Haishhh!” Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. “You—hic—…Yo’re the one m’king me like thisss…”

“Is that right?” He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. “Sounds like the to be enjoying yourself.” You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. “Brat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?”

“Becauseee, it feels….Mmmm,” No, you can’t say that. Don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“Hmm? Feels what?” You can hear the smirk on his lips. You don’t say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, “You want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?”

Of course not! “Do—Don’t you dare…!”

“Then answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?”

Oh, damn you, Ryōmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase.

“—Fucking ‘ell, it feels good,” you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. “Feels ‘oo good, you make me feel—Geheehh…so damn good…!”

Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukuna’s sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. “What a dirty bitch for me, princess…”

His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.

Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. “Phew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; you’d make a great pet.”

You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. “Delete…the fucking…pictures.” Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.

“Not so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.” Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. “So, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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dravidious · 1 year

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Oh yeah, it's photoshopped, because I'm pretty sure you can't really put something up on Spotify without paying a distributor... Still gonna consider it though.

Oh I just kinda assumed it was like youtube but music only. Anyway look at these magic cards from the same set:

#asks #you'll notice that one of these is a mythic rare card #and the other is uncommon #and what a funny coincidence the one that's more expensive has a stronger ability and a lower mana cost #funny how that works #at least it's not as bad as colossal dreadmaw vs carnage tyrant #anyway sorry i just wanted to complain about dumb card design

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ghostandsoap · 1 year

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! “Gecko” Reader (Ft. Soap, Gaz, and Price) Tags: Soap being Soap. Kinda jealous Ghost. Slightly aggressive Ghost? Price eating up all the drama. Word Count: 5.3k “I…I really want to talk to you,”

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Alejandro’s safe house had been an absolute blessing.

It wasn’t much to look at. In many ways, it was almost nothing to look at. The structure was well outdated and parts of the building were nearly ready to disintegrate. The outside was overrun with untamed weeds growing in the area around the house, and some of them had even begun to venture up the sides.

It was no movie star mansion, but it would do. If you were being completely honest, you found the safe house rather endearing. It wasn’t often that you were graced with a safe place to stay and call “home” while you were on a mission.

There were times where you could go days (or even weeks, if it was really bad) without anywhere to crash in those periods of waiting to move into action. Alejandro had provided a safe zone and a home base for the remainder of the team’s time in Mexico. That was something that everybody appreciated.

The inside was a tad more appealing than the outside, but not by much. The innards of the house were pretty beat up as well. The furniture inside was worn and washed out, some pieces even falling apart. The wooden floorboards squeaked and creaked, and a few of them had become loose from their not-so secured position.

Soap, Ghost, and yourself had been the first ones to arrive, Gaz and Price were scheduled to be there later, so the three of you got the first look at the place. The sun was close to setting when you arrived, and the sky was already dotted with speckles of stars.

The most fortunate part was that all the windows and doors were intact, which offered great relief from the weather of the world outside. However, that didn’t stop the outside temperature from creeping in, and Soap had immediately commented on the house’s chilly nature.

“Fuck. It’s freezin’ in here,'' Soap hissed. “Gonna get a fire going, Lt.”

“Affirmative. Need a hand?” Ghost offered as Soap kneeled to inspect the fireplace in the living area.

“I don’t think so. You and Gecko can go ahead and get first dibs on where you wanna set up your stuff.” Soap politely declined.

Ghost released his backpack and all of his gear into a pile on the floor at his feet. It was no wonder that Ghost stayed in such flawless shape. All of his gear put together must’ve weighed a ton and lugging all of that stuff around was a workout in and of itself.

“Actually I’m going to scope out the perimeter before it gets dark.” Ghost remarked.

That was typical Ghost behavior. On the off chance that you were able to score a safe house or some kind of temporary base, Ghost always checked to make sure that it really was safe.

“Alejandro swore this place was secure, and no one followed us, Ghost.” You piped up, turning to the colossal man preparing to exit the house.

Ghost’s stare into your eyes was lingering. He knew that your words were a reassurance rather than a criticism. It was even more typical for you to attempt to keep Ghost from getting stressed. But Ghost believed that there was no such thing as being too careful.

“I know. I just want to be sure.” Ghost replied.

“Okay. Do you need help?” You offered, a certain sparkle gleaming in your pupils as you asked.

Ghost noticed that glimmer. It was the same one that shined in your eyes every time you wanted to do something with him. It was also the one that made his heart revel in the fact that he had someone who cared about him enough to want to do such menial tasks with him. Of course he wanted to say yes. He always wanted you with him – but if there was some kind of external threat waiting for him outside, he didn’t want to take that risk of you getting hurt too.

“No, I can handle it. Go ahead and pick a spot. Take a load off, G.”

With that, Ghost disappeared outside, armed and ready for any potential unwanted visitors. A quiet sigh escaped your chest as you closed the door behind him, a slight twinge of disappointment pecking at you. It passed quickly though when you turned around and saw Soap peering at you through squinted eyes.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” Soap squeaked as he scrambled to return to assembling the fire.

“No – what is it, Soap? Why are you looking at me like that?” You demanded, your hands landing on your hips as you glared at your sergeant.

“It’s nothin’ really, it’s just…he called you ‘G’ again.” Soap pointed out, tossing the last log into the fireplace.

There was a roll of anxiety over your stomach. This wasn’t the first time that someone had questioned you on Ghost’s demeanor when it came to you. It had gotten easier to dismiss over time, but if Soap was noticing it – then you and Ghost had gotten really sloppy when it came to hiding it.

“Yeah? Lieutenant calls me G sometimes.” You shrugged, refusing to let the knowingness show on your face.

“Sure, but…he’s the only one who calls you that,” Soap returned, turning to look at you. “I’m pretty sure he’d shoot me if I even tried to call you G.”

“Oh, come on, Soap. You’re a nut,” You groaned with a grin. “I highly doubt Ghost takes it that seriously. You should try it sometime.”

Soap only hummed with uncertainty, but a beaming smile appeared on his features when the fireplace erupted into flames of orange and red. A rush of heat flushed through the living room, and it made you realize just how cold you were. Who knew that Mexico could get this chilly?

Your hands ran up and down your arms, rubbing through the material of your jacket and long sleeved shirt underneath to create some extra warmth.

“Here,” Soap moved over to allow you to get closer. “I’ll share with you this time.” Soap joked.

You gratefully accepted the empty space in front of the fire, kneeling down next to Soap in front of the flames. The house would be warm in no time, as long as there was someone to tend to it. About the time that you and Soap were fully warmed up, the front door of the safe house opened to reveal Ghost once more. Based on the fact that he wasn’t frantically running to cover, it was reasonable to assume that the coast was clear. The sky had gone fully dark now, and the night hours had officially started.

“Good call, Johnny. It’s warmer than when I walked in the first time,” Ghost kicked the door closed with his foot. “Check all the windows and doors to be sure that they’re closed. Don’t want any heat gettin’ out.”

“Sure thing, L.T.” Soap rose to his feet and scurried off to check the rest of the house.

Once Soap was gone and out of earshot, you turned to Ghost.

“Didn’t you check the windows and doors when you scoped the house?” You asked.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.” Ghost grinned under his mask.

You laughed at that, and Ghost used it as an invitation to join you by the fire for a moment. He’d been on his feet all day, and he needed a moment.

A moment alone with you.

“Are you warm enough?” Ghost whispered in your ear, his voice sounding like more of a coherent rumble more than anything.

“Yeah, I’m warm.” You replied, voice just as quiet as his.

“Good,” He pressed a swift kiss to the crown of your head. “Did you get your stuff put somewhere?”

“No. Didn’t have a chance to.”

“There’s one bedroom in the back,” Ghost suggested. “The bedroom is bigger.”

“I mean, I don’t particularly need the space,” You snorted. “Give the bedroom to Price.”

“He won’t do that. He always likes to hang out near the door,” Ghost bantered. “How about you take the bed and the rest of us can camp out in here?”

“The bed might be better for you. It’ll keep you from being so stiff in the morning,” You countered. Ghost’s large frame was a constant victim of sleeping on the floor, and it never boded well for him the next day. “You’re taller.”

“Mm. You’re prettier,” He raised his balaclava just enough for a fast, real kiss. “Take the bedroom. Please? For me?”

“Alright,” You rose from the floor, collecting your pack and smaller belongings that you had dropped by the front door when you had entered. “Be right back.”

Ghost watched you traverse to the back of the house to mark the bedroom as yours. A shudder and an exhale of air fluttered from his lungs. For a moment, albeit he knew it would be brief, he felt relaxed. The house was secure, the team was safe…you were safe.

He could take a breather and collect himself over the course of the next few days to follow. He was no good to Force 141 if he was all strung out with himself and unorganized. Ghost was learning how to be just as skilled and good at his job as he always had been, while simultaneously making sure that you were happy and taken care of. This safe house was a life saver for literal and metaphorical reasons. He was grateful to have it.

And for now, the lieutenant could rest.

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Sleeping never came easy for any of you when you were in the midst of completing a mission. When there was too much at stake and danger always on the horizon, a good night of decent slumber was hard to come by. Nights like this usually consisted of everybody spreading out and staying up until they had even the slightest urge to fall asleep. Ghost usually stayed on watch, considering he didn’t sleep much to begin with.

This meant long night hours with hardly anything entertaining to do. The first night at the safe house was no exception.

Gaz and Price showed up at the safe house well after the sun had gone down. They were cold, weary, and in need of a minute to decompress. Their arrival sparked enough conversation to last an hour or so. Price filled you, Soap, and Ghost in on what to expect in the next few days to come. You talked strategy and theorized on what could go wrong, but also what could go right if things worked out. The plan was explained and understood, and everyone was on the same page.

The initial buzz of excitement for having a legit place to hole up had worn off. Now the boredom had set in. The five of you had run out of things to talk about that weren’t work related, and you could only talk shop so much before it grew old.

It was around 1:00 a.m. when everyone had hit burnout. Ghost was sitting on the battered sofa by the window closest to the front door, keeping a watchful eye out for anything or anyone that might appear outside. He had discarded his outer skull mask an half an hour before, but the infamous balaclava was clad to his face as usual.

Price was sunken as far as he could go into the armchair next to the sofa, cradling his left boot in his hand and inspecting the newly formed hole in the side of it. Of the five of you, he was the closest to feeling any kind of desire to get some sleep.

You accompanied Gaz in front of the fire, sitting on the floor as he prodded the logs to keep the fire burning. Soap was roaming around, scrounging for any kind of morsel of entertainment. No one said anything, and the only noises were the crackling of the flames and Soap’s rummaging through cabinets and drawers. Surely there had to be something to do here. Even if Alejandro intended for it to be an emergency safe house, someone had to have left something behind at some point.

“Ah! I hit the jackpot!” Soap shrieked from the small kitchen that was adjacent to the living room. He came barreling back in with a laugh, a small cardboard box in his hands. The box was ripped in places, and there was no way to really know what it was. “Anybody up for a game of cards?”

“Me!” You gasped.

“I’m in,” Gaz nodded. “Price? Ghost?”

“The only card game I play is poker.” Price responded, which was his way of saying no considering there weren’t any chips or real items to bet with.

“I’m on watch.” Ghost mumbled, never once looking away from the window he was seated next to.

Soap was hardly listening as he joined you and Gaz in front of the fire, the three of you making a halfway triangle. This would keep you occupied for at least a little while. There were plenty of card games to play to keep you busy.

“Let’s start easy. How about Go Fish?” Soap questioned.

“Sure. Hopefully all the cards are in there.” Gaz remarked.

Soap slid the deck out of the box, his hands thumbing through the stack. The cards had definitely been sitting around for a while because they smelled of stale paper, and they didn’t look to be in the most pristine shape. Regardless, Soap shuffled the deck and dealt five cards each. You were sitting across from Soap on the left, meaning you were the starting player.

“Soap. Got any twos?”

The Scotsman glanced over his cards, squinting at the numbers that had either faded or been rubbed off completely.

“Nah. Go fish.” He smirked.

There was a light grumble from your chest as you plucked a new card from the draw pile, adding it to your already hefty hand.

“Any queens, Gaz?” Soap asked.

“Nope.” Gaz sighed.

The banter back and forth continued until the end of the first round, where Gaz was the winner. It was a simple and rather bland way to kill time, but it definitely beat staring into the fire for the rest of the night. Price listened to and watched the game being played in front of him. He watched the three of you argue over Soap’s “adjustments” to the rules and listened to you giggle every time Soap nearly rage quit.

Ghost was listening to bits and pieces, picking up a comment here and there – and really only tuning in when your voice and laughter registered in his mind. For the most part, he was more focused on keeping his attention on watching through the window.

Or at least, that was his focus until something very peculiar graced his ears.

“You have any sevens, G?” Soap asked, and you nearly passed out.

Ghost nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned to look. His eyes were wide as he stared at his best pal. His cheeks were running red, and he couldn’t help but notice the overwhelming sting of annoyance in his chest.

Gaz and Price sucked all the air out of the room and spit it right back out. Price’s eyes were trained on Ghost with a bit of a smirk, waiting for a reaction. Gaz avoided eye contact with anyone in the room – only boring a hole into the card that was in the middle of his hand.

Now, an outsider might say that you set Soap up for this rocky encounter that was about to ensue. After all, you had quite literally told him to call you the very special nickname that was generally reserved for Ghost. Ghost was the only one allowed to get creative with your call sign – it was an unspoken rule amongst the 141. It was common knowledge that you were Gecko and Gecko only to everybody except Ghost.

In your defense, that rule was lost on you…and also you didn’t actually expect Soap to try it.

But you would’ve been a fool not to notice how tense the room became after Soap’s test run of your Ghost-only-nickname. Based on the way that Ghost’s shocked stare had turned into more of a glare, you were pretty confident in saying that he wasn’t happy.

“Sevens?” You cleared your throat with a meek tone. “Yeah, I have a seven.”

You shoved your hand forward that was holding the 7 of spades, but Soap was hardly paying attention, because he could feel the searing stare of his lieutenant on the back of his head. Soap said had a silent appreciation for the fact that he was sitting with his back towards Ghost. Soap had regretted saying it as fast as he had said it.

It felt wrong. It felt straight up illegal even uttering what he had said. Soap felt like Ghost could kick his ass all over the street, and he wouldn’t even have the right to stop him.

“That’s Gecko to you, Soap.” Ghost nearly boomed.

So much for being sneaky. If Soap hadn’t caught on before to what was going on between you and Ghost, he definitely had a better idea now. At least it wasn’t a mistake he’d make twice.

“Right. Uhm…” Soap chuckled nervously. “Sorry, L.T.”

“Sorry is not an answer,” Ghost went on, and suddenly the fire didn’t seem so warm anymore compared to the heat he was spitting out. “I don’t want to have this conversation again, Sergeant.”

“Understood. Won’t happen again, Lieutenant.” Soap gulped.

You didn’t like the tone that Ghost was taking with Soap. You understood Ghost wanting to have something to himself when it came to you, but you’d be damned if you allowed him to get aggressive with his best friend like that. It wasn’t in your best interest to pick a fight about it right at this moment, but it was definitely a conversation that needed to be had.

You gave Ghost a look. A look that was very annoyed and a look that read “what hell is your problem?” Ghost knew that look, and he didn’t like the way it sank his stomach.

The next hour to follow was rather quiet.

Price was barely holding it together. Even though the room was incredibly uneasy, he found this situation exceedingly funny, and the burning red in his cheeks as he withheld his laughter was evidence of that. Every few minutes, a stifled chuckle would sound from him – which only made the tension worse.

Gaz was too afraid to say anything. He tried his best to pay attention to the game of Go Fish once the three of you continued. He had debated on making a joke to at least try to ease the room, but he feared that no response to it would make this unbearable.

Ghost’s mood had gone sour. He was irritated for the most part that Soap had said that, a little hurt that you were so okay with it. He returned to watching the window and was about one pout away from straight up sulking.

In the back of his mind, Ghost understood that it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

So what that Soap called you the name that only Ghost used? It wasn’t like Ghost had ever explicitly said that the name was only for his own use. Soap really hadn’t done anything wrong. Soap hadn’t done it with any intentions that weren’t innocent. Ghost knew that.

Ghost didn’t get much to himself. It had been like that his entire life. There hadn’t been many things that Ghost felt like he could really call his own. You were your own person, of course. You were as independent as could be and Ghost didn’t see you as anything less than the most wonderful, loving person on the planet.

But Ghost would even admit that there was this part of himself that was so unbelievably happy that you were his. Happiness was something that was foreign to him for the longest time. It was something he didn’t understand as well as most people probably did. He had the seed for it, and it was well watered. But you were the sunshine that really allowed it to grow and blossom into something beautiful for him.

He didn’t like the thought of something or someone else getting in the way of that. There was nothing that he adored and cared for more. In a lot of ways, his harsh overreaction had been a defense mechanism, something that he was very familiar with.

Ghost knew that was something he needed to work on. Building a stronger sense of trust would prove beneficial to both of you. He didn’t want to ruin this just because he flipped out over every little thing. He needed to find a balance – a healthy one.

Ghost’s busy mind traffic was cleared when he heard Gaz finally speak up, despite his previous hesitance.

“As much as I’d love to keep playing, I think I need to get some shut eye.” Gaz mumbled, returning his cards to the pile.

“Not a bad idea, Gaz. Think I’m going to turn in for the night myself,” Price announced, rising from the chair with a groan. “Need to switch out, Ghost?”

Truthfully, he didn’t. Ghost could stay on watch all night without getting tired. But Price’s hard glance was a hint to Ghost that he needed to swap and take the opportunity to have a chat with you.

“Sure, Captain.” Ghost shifted, standing from the window and fully extending his massive frame.

“Alright then. Soap, you’re up.”

Soap was quick to clean up the cards, shoving them back into the box and into his pocket. He was keeping them on him just in case. At least he could play Solitaire in the base of the window when he got bored. He practically rocketed to his feet, taking Ghost’s former position on the sofa to keep an eye on things.

Ghost felt a pit in his gut when he realized that you had retreated to the bedroom without a word. That was a telltale sign that you weren’t very happy with him. Ghost shoved his hands into his pockets, dragging his heavy boots across the creaky floorboards to get to the closed bedroom door.

He debated even knocking at all. Odds were that you would probably be a little easier to talk to in the morning…but Ghost didn’t like the thought of leaving this unresolved for the remainder of the night.

“Hey, Gecko?” He called, and his voice nearly cracked. “Can we talk? Please…?”

There wasn’t a response, so he knew you were ignoring him.

“I…I really want to talk to you,” He tried again, a bit softer and quieter this time. “Please, baby?”

There was a quick moment of quiet on the other side, and then a reply.

“Okay.”

He felt a jolt of relief, and he turned the brass knob to allow himself in. You were standing at the foot of the full sized bed, removing all of the items out of your pack to no doubt rearrange the contents as you always did when you had a spare moment.

The room was fairly dark. There wasn’t much to it. There was a bed, dresser, and one bedside table on the left side. The battered curtains were drawn, and the full moon outside was the only source of light spilling into the bedroom.

Ghost wasn’t sure what to say, but he wasn’t surprised when you hardly waited for him to come up with something.

“That was uncalled for.” You started.

He swallowed hard, his head lowering as he shifted his feet,

“I know.”

“He didn’t mean anything by it.” You went on.

“I know.”

“He’s your best friend. You can’t just talk to him like that.”

“I know,” He repeated. “I’m sorry.”

His timid and meek apology brought a ping of sympathy to your chest. It was that same feeling of sympathy that plagued you any time you knew that he was aware that he had done something out of line. He took accountability and responsibility for his action and his words…and he knew when it was time to make things right.

All at once, you were reminded of why he reacted to certain things the way that he did.

All you could imagine was a young, tiny Simon Riley – a defenseless and teary eyed kid who was scared to death of every person in his life that was supposed to love him. He was once a little kid who was terrified of making anybody in his life angry (even over the small things) because of the consequences and emotional misery that always followed.

Now, he was a grown and scarred man who shut down every time that he made a mistake. No one was harder on Ghost than Ghost himself.

He never wanted you to be angry with him. He never wanted anyone that he cared about to be angry with him over something that he did or said. Simon didn’t handle fights well. The two of you had only fallen into a real argument a couple of times. It was never anything permanently altering, and it was surely never enough to make either of you resentful of the other. If there was a way to resolve a situation without fighting, that was the route he always took.

“Simon…” You took a breath, keeping a level tone when you turned to look at him. “Why did that make you so upset?”

“I didn’t like him calling you that,” He answered, eyes trained on the tips of his boots that were as worn as could be. “It’s just…I like calling you that.”

“Did it bother you because Soap said it?” You went on.

“I don’t like the idea of anyone saying it.” Ghost admitted.

Ghost closed the door behind him considering that this conversation was just getting started. He didn’t want any of the rest of the team eavesdropping.

“Okay, sure. But it isn’t that serious. It’s just a name, Simon.” You pleaded with him.

“It’s not just a name. It’s my name for you.” He stressed.

“So just because you came up with it, you get to yell at Soap for saying it?”

“No, love. I don’t know what I’m trying to tell you,” He huffed. “I didn’t like it because I like having you to myself.”

His wording was specific. You caught this, and it was just enough to let you take the invitation to transition to the real reason for all of this.

“You…you always have me to yourself,” You said, a brow raised. “I’m nobody’s but yours. You know that.”

Simon was disappointed in himself more than anything. He had made a lot of progress when it came to himself. He worked hard to better himself mentally and emotionally to be the best person to you that he possibly could be. He was grateful that you were willing to work with him on a lot of things. He liked your support in helping him through some of the challenges. But every progress journey had its slip ups. Those moments of insecurity and doubt that would always set him back a step.

“I know,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck through the fabric of his balaclava. “I guess I just had a moment.”

He was beating himself up over an issue that was far bigger than the fact that he had gotten out of line with his best friend. It was a battle that he had been fighting since long before he had ever been blessed with the chance to merely even lay eyes on you. It pained you to see him so hard on himself, especially when you had seen the progress he had made for yourself.

“Come here.” You stretched out a gentle hand, a sign of comfort and reassurance.

It was an invitation that he always accepted, and one that he was always thankful for. He slipped his hand into yours, its size was always laughable with how it made yours look so petite. The skin of his palm was calloused as always as he held your hand in his. He towered over you from where you were now sitting on the edge of the mattress, the springs making a rickety noise as you sat down.

He looked into those eyes of yours. The very same ones that he had gotten lost in the first time he had a real chat with you. They were pools of love, swimming with adoration and care for a world that was otherwise doomed.

He had seen stars of joy dance over your irises on many occasions. He had seen your pupils dilate in an angry rage when things didn’t go as planned on a critical mission. He had seen rivers of tears fill their space and stream down your cheeks in moments of hurt and despair. He’d witnessed all the stories that your eyes could tell, and some of them were stories he was ecstatic to be a part of.

“Simon. It makes sense how you feel. I understand what you’re saying,” You spoke to him sweetly and smoothly. “But you can’t lash out like that when you feel that way. That’s not fair.”

“I know,” He said for what felt like the millionth time. “Just let my head get the best of me.”

“It happens. It’s okay. But I think you owe Soap an apology in the morning…or, well, whenever we get up again.” You suggested, noting aloud that it was indeed already technically the morning.

He nodded. Soap wasn’t one to hold grudges – not against his pals anyway.

“Alright. I’ll talk to Soap.” He agreed.

You stood from the bed, your chest pressed against his sternum as you looked up at the giant of a man.

“I’m yours. Completely and totally yours,” You smiled, and he felt every neuron in his body combust. “And I’m proud of you.”

He never understood it. How could someone like you be so wrapped up in someone like him? Not that he complained, of course. Here you were, praising him for doing nothing more than calmly working through his emotions and communicating his problem. He felt like that really should’ve been the bare minimum, but he supposed that if it was important to you, then it was important to him.

His free hand came to cup your face, his hand nearly engulfing the right half of your face. His thumb dragged across the apple of your cheek, which was his silent sign for you to do the honors. Your fingertips slipped under his balaclava just enough to raise it above his lips that were just begging to be kissed. He softened when you kissed him, as he always did.

He loved nothing more than sharing moments like this with you. The ones that reminded him that one little fight wasn’t enough to destroy what you had. Those moments of conflict really were necessary for a relationship to grow. And with time, he’d learn to be more comfortable with that.

He exhaled when you pulled away, returning his mask to its correct position on his face.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” You told him. “Want to stick around and get some actual decent sleep?”

“You take the bed. My feet are gonna hang off the end I’m afraid.” He chuckled.

The bed was rather short. Tall people problems.

“You sure?” You asked one more time.

“Yeah. Think I’m going to go talk to Soap now since he’s on watch.” Simon said.

Another beaming smile spread on your face. He couldn’t help but grin a little too.

“Okay, Ghosty.”

Ghosty. That was a new one. He nearly melted all over again.

“Goodnight, my love. Call me if you need me, yeah?”

You nodded as he exited, your heart swelling with love for him in a way that grew stronger and stronger each day.

“Goodnight.”

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facts-i-just-made-up · 2 months

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Facts about the English language

English was invented in the year 927 by Lord English of England. Because 927 was a long time ago, he called it "Old English." Lord English of England was German, so the language was mostly just German with a dash of the language spoken by the original inhabitants of England, the Romans.

It became popular to speak English until 1066, when English Island was taken over by a French guy named Norman. Norman insisted everyone speak French, but they didn't know French so he just dropped some French words into the middle of the language and called it "Middle English."

After Middle English, trade patterns and technology such as the printing press and podcast allowed the infusion of numerous other languages, which all melted into English in their own way. Because they melted with each other, the new language was called Modern English. Several sounds and phonetics changed over the years as well, so this was called the era of the Colossal Vowel Movement.

About this time, England did its usual bullshit and colonized pretty much every place on Earth that it could. English thus spread like a linguistic coronavirus across America, Africa, Australia, and Atlantis, which managed to purge the English influence by sinking to its total destruction and thereby avoiding the horrors of having to speak English.

Today, English is the most spoken language on Earth, not because the most people speak it, but because those who do just never shut the fuck up. Several books have also been written in English, including "Fifty Shades of Grey," "A Weasel in My Meatsafe," and "Pounded In The Butt By My Handsome Sentient Library Card Who Seems Otherworldly But In Reality Is Just A Natural Part Of The Priceless Resources Our Library System Provides."

If English were a dress, it would be purple.

#english #lord english #homestuck #history #chuck tingle #unreality

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nicromancytarot · 5 days

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A POEM FROM YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what your future spouse would say to you if they were to write you a poem and used my intuition to write it for you. Pick a picture to find out what they would like to say.

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

Time is an essence granted to those who wait,

Some people have impatience,

Some people worry it’ll come late,

The ones who sit in anticipation trying to speed up the clock,

Are the ones who work in antique shops,

The people who collect the cogs,

Because changing the time on the clock won’t make the stars falter in response,

Even when the hands strike the numbers

where you want it to stop

Because time is an essence granted to those who wait,

For you I cannot count the seconds on my watch,

For I worry that I will lose touch,

As you are not here when I want you to be,

And I cannot speed up the clock,

But when I record the time that I must wait for you to be in my arms,

The beats of my heart are in tune with yours,

And I know it’s worth the chance

PILE 2

The moon is known to have two faces,

and I worry that I do too,

Although I know about the possibility,

I wish not to show them to you,

Will you be scared when you see my shadows?

Will you run away in fear,

if I show you every side of me,

My two faces,

The parts of me I choose to keep within

Tell me a lie and I promise I’ll trust you,

I won’t question your authenticity,

For I don’t believe that you would appear a liar to me,

without a reason to be,

Would you question me too if I was to tell to you anything but the truth?

The moon has two faces and I do too,

but I forbid my shadows to ever harm you

PILE 3

Rainbows are caused by the sun and the rain,

A chemical reaction in the sky,

And although the shower are downfall tears,

I am glad that they’re not mine,

If something negative can create such a beauty,

Then why can’t you and I?

We may not be the perfect pair,

But I’m prepared to give it a try

Ignore the opinions,

And don’t acknowledge the stares,

They’re jealous that you are mine,

Perhaps they think we’re a colossal disaster,

But they are as stupid as they are blind,

Hold out your hand and walk with me,

We’ll give them something to find,

The red carpet paints the floor,

They grant you your time to shine

#tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #free tarot #tarot witch #tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a pile

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googlyeyesonmagiccards · 5 months

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How about, the One And Only: Colossal Dreadmaw! (And as a bonus Earthshaker Dreadmaw and Storm Crow)

This is almost too much power for a single post!

#miller-of-ruination #Colossal Dreadmaw #storm crow #mtg #magic the gathering #googly eyes #googly eyes on magic cards

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yugiohcardsdaily · 1 year

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Chronomaly Colossal Head

“You can banish this card from your Graveyard to target 1 Level 3 or higher Attack Position monster on the field; change it to face-up or face-down Defense Position. The effect of ‘Chronomaly Colossal Head’ can only be used once per turn.”

#chronomaly colossal head #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

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samodivaa · 6 months

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┊Knife Practice┊

Bucky Barnes x Reader Such a tease you are, poking his mind with a cold metal rod—he can't concentrate when you play dirty.

Warnings - knife kink, smut, oral (m), p in v, slight choking Words - 1400 ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Getting involved—on a physical level, during training—was a colossal blunder—he tried to observe the patterns of his mistakes to see if they were products of some kind of weakness—it’s you, teasing him is his greatest weakness. There is raggedness of his breaths due to fighting you, due to the knife you are pressing at his crotch. Bucky is in a sitting position and his hands are planted firmly behind him trying to support his weight, trembling—as your legs dig into his thighs—you are greatly excited to toy with him, though you look resolute. “I shouldn't have expected less of you than to play dirty, should I?” Reluctantly you lift your eyes to his, pressing the dull side of the knife more.

“Damn it” his voice sounds as though he wants to moan, but is doing his utmost to control it. “What is wrong, darling?” you ask before laughing, seeing Bucky’s flushing crimson. There is no way he can reclaim his dominance now—not that he wants to. You lean in, but Bucky doesn't pull back, and you take that as a sign of acquiescence for licking his neck, pleasure zingers across his skin and he shamelessly turns his neck to give your mouth better access. The knife outlines his cock with light pressure, rubbing the fabric to the head and you smile against his skin in delight at the dampness starting to rise to the gray fabric. You pull back and slowly cut through his pants—the sound of ripping is sinful, a soft invitation to madness, generally a tipping point into insanity. “Fuck,” he moans, staring down “Enough” “If you don’t like it, why are you hard?” Your fingers ghost over the marks covering his neck, his eyes locked on yours wide and wild, nostrils flaring. He stares at you, completely stricken, all he can do is whine softly, defeated and utterly annihilated by your words. You touching him fills him with amazement, purely animal, you let your body act before your mind.

You throw the knife to the side, hands freeing his rigid member, slick and sticky drips of pre-cum covering the tip. He doesn't look at you, instead choosing to focus on the knife for a moment, wishing that you use it more, but you pull him on shore of a new and better sanity when you put his member into your mouth, hands grip his thighs harshly, a moan escapes his chest. Cool, metal fingers brush your sweaty hair aside and tuck the strands behind your ear before carding fingers through your hair. You don’t stop; there is no delay when the length hits the back of your throat, your gag reflex non-existent. The taste of him leaves you burning as your lips glide along his cock faster, throat muscles clamping around the tip of his dick—he is powerfully conscious that you are not in any predicament. “God, yes” He hisses out, voice a crackling mess of plea and need, heat beginning to thrum beneath his skin as he feels himself getting closer, exerting a bit of force on your scalp with slight tugs on your hair. Dominance. Control. These things are the roots of Bucky’s character. And it is your duty to defy his dominance and to challenge his control. What a languid woman, a force of gravity by which you irresistibly attract his submission sometimes—fuel a new side to him. You are lovely, vaguely threatening—the obsession with knives is something that you carry from the dreadful past. He lets out another strangled noise, hips trying to jerk into your hold, but you keep them steady to the ground. “Please” he moans, low and drawn out, voice already wavering with frustration “I’m so close, snezinka” choking the words out. Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour. The pleasure stops and when Bucky opens his eyes, you are already looking at him at eye level, blue-less eyes—because they are full of lust—burning just as much as yours. Your gaze is so intense that he wants to look away—or never look away, he can’t decide. “Please?” you breathe after a few seconds of stunned silence. He suddenly cups your face in his hands—a kiss is a lovely trick designed to stop speech when words become unnecessary—the kiss starts softly then slowly builds in intensity, his mouth lingering on yours, teeth grazing your lower lip, making you shiver. His hands move from your cheeks to your shoulders and then down to trail across the expanse of your back before pulling back to look at you. Bucky’s eyes undress his unrevealable needs “Ride me” Your eyes narrow slightly as you process the words. Such divine orbs—not just one shade of color, but... many, with a hint of mischief glimmering. Then something unexpected happens. You suddenly get up, fumbling your way out of your pants and underwear. You shuffle up over him, knees spread around his thighs, and you slowly lower yourself to sit on him, shifting your hips back and forth until the firm length of his cock settles just so in the cleft of your pussy. You let out a needy whine, hands making a home out of the crook of his neck—holding your breath, savoring the sensation of every time you grind against his cock. “Oh, come on, fuck” he moves his hands to your hips, squishing slightly, urging you forward, guiding you up and down his length. As his breaths become labored, there is a in a crack in his persona— “Please, just-fuck me” His voice is a near-moan, and bearing witness to his desperation is all you want.

You gulp, voice breathier than you like as you whisper “Okay” folds flutter as you’re parted by his length, making the cutest mewls as you ease his cock into your cunt, slowly.

His arms encase themselves around your waist, pulling you downwards, burying himself to the hilt. You let out a pleasured cry as he sinks into you, his name slipping from your mouth so fondly, so tenderly that he has to stop your mouth with a kiss as you twine your arms around his shoulders.

You need to regain some control—that’s why you set an unrelenting pace.

And all Bucky can do is leer at your tits as they bounce with every thrust. He squirms with every uneven thrust, your breath growing erratic and his groans growing louder.

Eye contact. There is more in the eyes. More longing. The naughtiness emanates from your eyes—you look at him like you own him. He can feel he is nearing his climax but closes his eyes, trying to restrain himself.

„James“

His name comes on a long-winded breath. To his horror, his body responds in obvious pleasure, his entire body shuddering in spite of his mental denial—having the faintest clue how you do it, and he feels your month against the skin of his throat, licking, sucking, and kissing not holding back your throaty moans.

“Come with me, baby” you whisper softly against the shell of his ear, nibbling at the earlobe.

„I-I will-…soon…“ he groans the words out, only adding to the erotic undertone of his words.

Heat shots through his spine. His muscles clenching as you move up and down his length, your velvety walls sealing around his member, enveloping him perfectly in its embrace. You whine, lower lip quivering as he slowly wraps his hand around your neck, the cold touch makes your body shiver as warmth seeps into you, flooding your insides white.

The motion of his metal hand elicits a loud groan from you, and Bucky captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling you by the grip on your neck. Your walls clench as your orgasm abruptly erupts and he continues to thrust through your orgasm as best as he can.

He leans in, chasing his lips across your collarbone as his hands gently stroke down your back, your arms.

To allow yourself to trust another person is no small risk, after everything that you've been through. Allowing yourself to be exposed, vulnerable—it is incredibly intimate to Bucky.

“I am taking your knife away for a week” he murmurs into the flesh above your breasts, warmly and good‐humoredly.

“But I have a whole collection” you snap irritably, but then you suddenly smile proudly.

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𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬 / 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦

“I am tired, I have a colossal need of you.” — Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 7.2k

paring— soft!dom!gn!reader x sweet!sub!getou

cws/tags— established relationship, subtle dom/sub dynamics, shower sex, body worship, heavy praise, petnames (“darling” & “gorgeous” & “my love”), handjob, orgasm control, reader is AFAB w/ a feminine style but isn’t gendered, unprotected p in v, reader went commando, dialogue heavy, fluff so sweet it rots your teeth, porn w/ feelings, incredibly smitten suguru, this is super self-indulgent icl

With a heavy sigh, you collapsed onto the edge of the bed, your fingers running through your meticulously hair-sprayed hair, inadvertently messing up the carefully styled look you had prepared for the occasion. As you rubbed your ankle, the tender skin still smarting from the strap of your elegant heels, your gaze wandered around the bedroom.

Amid your minor ordeal, Suguru couldn't help but chuckle affectionately. His lips curled into a small, knowing smile as he observed your exasperated movements. He shrugged off the black velvet jacket of his finely tailored tuxedo, letting it fall gracefully onto a nearby chair. With a nonchalant kick, he sent his polished dress shoes sailing across the room, their absence leaving him in his crisp white formal shirt, which he leisurely untucked from his sleek black slacks. As he approached you, and the formality of the event had finally melted away.

"I despise black-tie events," you murmured exasperatedly, the words escaping with a sigh. "And I can't stand all those old schmoozers who revel in them."

"Ah, the black-tie lament," Suguru chimed in knowingly, a wry smile playing on his lips. He had heard this familiar refrain countless times after returning home with you following one of his company's extravagant soirées.

With a graceful, well-practised movement, Suguru knelt before you, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buckle straps of your heels. Every gesture he made was executed with precision and care, leaving no room for accidents or missteps.

As he knelt there, his deep-set eyes met yours, and you couldn't help but offer him a lopsided smile. You reached out, tenderly cupping his face, gazing down at him as he continued to assist you with your shoes.

"But I can't bear to let you endure these events alone," you remarked, your voice tinged with affectionate humour. "After all, who else would be there to whisper snide remarks in your ear about the other guests?"

A warm grin illuminated Suguru's face as he shook his head in fond amusement, the corners of his lips curling upwards. With careful tenderness, he slipped your heels off your feet, his fingers gliding soothingly over your ankles, tracing the faint indents left by the straps on your delicate skin.

"It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining," Suguru agreed, his dark eyes twinkling.

Your hands left his face, threading their way into the depths of his luxurious, ebony hair. Delicately, you undid the neat topknot, allowing those silky strands to tumble freely over his broad shoulders. Your fingers became a source of comfort as they carded through his hair, massaging his scalp with practised expertise. Suguru couldn't help but emit a contented hum in response to your skilled touch.

Suguru's hands moved with a gentle, almost reverent touch as they glided up your calves, his lips following suit with a trail of soft, lingering kisses from your ankles upward, ascending along the curve of your knees. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, fully immersed in the intimate moment.

In a hushed, sweet voice, you observed, "You're certainly in a mood."

He responded with a contented hum, the vibrations sending a shiver of delight through your skin. "Being surrounded by all those people," his voice a low, husky murmur between kisses, "it just makes me appreciate moments like these, when it's just us."

Under the delicate satin skirt of your dress, Suguru's hands roamed and explored with a delightful curiosity, his fingers tracing the contours of your body.

You mused, "You always make a point of helping me undress when we get home."

His hands continued their journey, caressing and savouring each inch of your skin as he planted affectionate kisses along the way. He paid particular attention to your knees, ascending slowly up your thighs with deliberate, unhurried tenderness.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he confessed, "I do like the routine."

You chuckled at his response. "You like seeing me naked," you teased.

Suguru's lips curled into a sly smirk as he replied, "I like seeing you routinely naked."

You huffed and smiled in spite of yourself, and you could see a flicker of pride in those eyes of his—he never tired of making you laugh, and he always saw it as an achievement.

Suguru's hands had finally arrived at their intended destination, his fingers curling around your hips where the waistband of your underwear should have been, but instead, they encountered nothing but the soft expanse of your skin. His eyebrows arched in surprise, and he cast a crooked grin in your direction. Remaining in his kneeling position, he leaned closer to you.

"Did you really attend one of my work events while going commando?" he murmured wryly.

You bit your cheek, an impish smile dancing upon your lips as you gazed down at him. With a delicate touch, you twirled a lock of his hair around your finger.

"I might've done.”

Suguru responded with a groan of amusement and desire, his forehead finding a comfortable resting place against your thigh. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to process this new, revolutionary piece of information.

"Pray tell, why?" he inquired, his voice sparked with curiosity, with anticipation.

You released a soft, contented sigh, your fingers idly combing through the silky strands of his hair. "I didn't want an underwear line to ruin the sleek look of this dress," you explained, your voice laced with nonchalant rationale. "Plus, I needed a little something to spice up the night for myself."

Suguru responded with an affectionate nuzzle against your thigh. "You should've given me a heads-up," he mused. "I would’ve whisked you away to one of the bathrooms and taken full advantage of that little secret."

You shook your head, a fond smile on your lips. "As much as I'd enjoy that enthusiasm, darling, we did have appearances to uphold," you reminded him.

He huffed, his voice coloured by mock frustration. "Appearances," he grumbled, "I hate them."

"Because Heaven forbid you have to keep your hands off me for a few hours," you teased, a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Leaning down, you planted a tender kiss on his forehead, leaving behind a telltale lipstick mark on his smooth skin.

"A few hours too many," Suguru reciprocated, his eyes alight with affection. He leaned up to capture your chin with his lips, placing a gentle kiss there.

Your nimble fingers, which had grown accustomed to this routine, left his hair and began working on the buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. Each button yielded to your touch, exposing more of his toned chest.

"Careful now," you chided good-naturedly as you continued to undress him. "I might start to believe you only love me for my body."

Suguru settled, resting his elbows on your thighs as you skillfully unbuttoned his shirt. His faculty remained fixed upon your lovely face, his eyes filled with profound adoration.

With a smirk dancing on his lips, he began to express his sentiments. "What can I say? I adore every inch of you, whether it's in that stunning dress or, well, not," he quipped. "But you know what I adore most of all?"

Your eyebrow arched in intrigue at his question as you pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing more of his sculpted form. "Oh?" you prompted.

"That was rhetorical," Suguru admitted with a smug grin. "I asked the question because, honestly, I can't choose just one thing to love most about you."

You tenderly cupped his face in your hands, brushing the pads of your thumbs across his sculpted cheekbones and temples. Drawing him in closer, Suguru readily leaned into your caress, his larger hands gently enveloping yours, imparting warmth and a comforting presence.

"Yeah, yeah... You're quite the flatterer," you whispered affectionately, "I love you, too."

You leaned in to kiss him, and Suguru eagerly met you halfway. Your lips met and the world faded away into the distance, no longer important in the sanctuary of his arms.

As your lips pressed together in a passionate kiss, Suguru's hands began to explore beneath the satin fabric of your dress. With gentle but deliberate movements, he pushed up the skirt, exposing more of your skin. His skilled fingers smoothed over the satiny material to your back, where he carefully located and undid the zipper.

Meanwhile, your own hands swiftly worked to undo his belt, casting it aside with a carefree toss. Fingers trembling with desire, you moved to undo the fly of his slacks.

The warmth of Suguru's lips against yours felt impossibly soft, and the longing coursed through every cell of his body, all of them singing your name, drawing you closer and closer.

With a mutual urgency, you and Suguru helped each other shed your clothing until you both stood bare before each other. Once disrobed, he held you securely in his strong arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

As your tongues intertwined in a fervent kiss, you savoured the unique sweetness of his mouth, a taste you craved with an insatiable hunger. Suguru's lips parted with a soft sigh against yours, and he deepened the kiss with a fervour that mirrored the intensity of your shared longing. One of his hands cradled the back of your neck, while the other pressed firmly against the small of your back.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss, a tender smile of adoration gracing your lips. "Wanna get clean?" you asked, your voice filled with affection.

A low, sultry chuckle escaped Suguru's lips as he nuzzled into your ear, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. "Only if you promise we can get dirty all over again," he whispered. "I really need you tonight."

Drawing you even closer to him, your chest pressed provocatively against his chiselled torso, Suguru allowed a small smile to dance across his face as he leaned into your body. He couldn't resist placing a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek before pulling back slightly to look at you.

"What d’you say?" he asked, his voice taking on a deeper, more alluring tone, a brazen smirk gracing his handsome features.

You ran your fingers through his hair, planting a series of tender kisses along his jawline. "I say we head to the shower and warm each other up," you whispered.

"You're a mind-reader," Suguru replied softly, his breath a gentle caress against your skin as he pressed his lips to your neck. "A shower sounds perfect."

Taking your hand in his, Suguru led you towards the bathroom, a promise of sorts. As you entered, you noticed him gently flicking the shower handle, the comforting rush of hot water filling the room. The bathroom quickly filled with the soothing sound of water droplets striking the tiles and steam enveloping you both in a hazy fog.

"I hope you don't mind me taking the lead," Suguru murmured, his lips finding their way to your throat for another tantalising kiss.

You returned his playful challenge with a smirk of your own, a glint flickering in your eyes. "Oh, I'm not about to let you take the lead that easily," you teased. "I'm a little competitive myself."

Suguru rolled his eyes in good humour, though he couldn't hide the soft moan that escaped his lips as he continued to pepper your neck with kisses.

"Oh, is that so? I had no idea you were the competitive type," he remarked in a soft, teasing tone, before returning to nibble at your neck. "Not that I've ever minded you taking the lead," he added, his voice growing huskier once more.

You smiled as your hands explored the contours of his muscular torso, tracing each curve and ridge with an appreciative touch. "I know my way around you," you replied lightly.

Suguru chuckled warmly as he savoured your caresses. His voice remained deep and sultry as he spoke, "You know what you're doing, alright. I've never doubted that."

With Suguru following your lead, you both stepped into the already-running shower. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, a gentle torrent that embraced you in its soothing warmth.

Taking his hand in yours, you couldn't help but notice the firm and commanding grip of his hand, his long fingers enveloping your smaller one in a confident grasp. The sensation of his touch was like a reassuring rhythm against your skin. He gazed at you with a tender smile, allowing you to be his guide.

Suguru remained mostly quiet, his attention fixed intently on you as the water worked its magic, washing away the tensions of the day. You couldn't help but notice the subtle change in his breathing, a hint of heaviness in the air, though it was difficult to discern if it was solely due to the steamy heat or if there was something more driving his desire.

Who were you kidding? The something more was because of you. All you.

With a gentle yet confident touch, you pushed Suguru beneath the warm, cascading shower stream. The water enveloped his body, making his body glisten and shimmer in its cradle. Your hands glided sensually across his slick, toned physique, your fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles.

As your lips met his neck, you couldn't help but murmur: "You're so gorgeous, you know." A soft declaration of your adoration.

Suguru allowed himself to fully surrender to the warm embrace of the shower. As the water poured over him, he leaned back against the tiled wall, letting the sensation of the water washing down his chest and through his hair consume him. The heat and moisture combined cleansed him of all the leftover tension from that awful party you had attended that evening.

Your hands continued to explore his body, and you marvelled at how soft and smooth his skin felt beneath your touch. The intimate caress elicited a quiet gasp from him, his eyes fluttering closed as he succumbed to the pleasure coursing through him. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he savoured the sensations.

When he opened his eyes and met your own, your kiss on his neck and your words had their desired effect.

"Oh, you're making me blush," he admitted, his voice growing hoarse and raspy, betraying the thirst that pulsed through him in response to you.

A soft, affectionate laugh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms lovingly around Suguru's waist, pressing your body against his beneath the warm shower. Your lips continued their exploratory journey, planting kisses upon his chest and tracing delicate patterns across his damp collarbone.

"You're cute when you blush," you whispered against his skin.

Suguru reciprocated by wrapping his strong arms around you, drawing you closer. His lean and finely-toned physique pressed against your form, exuding a powerful yet sensuous strength. A soft, contented groan escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes in surrender to the delightful sensations you were bestowing upon him.

He smiled lazily as he indulged in the feel of your lips caressing his chest. "You're making me flustered now," he confessed with a quiet laugh.

"Come on, get with the program. Isn't that what I'm here for?" you teased.

Suguru's breath grew more pronounced, his desire palpable in the steamy confines of the shower. He looked down at you with mischief gleaming in his black eyes, the warm water sprayed off your intertwined bodies creating a gentle, sensual mist.

He bit his lip. “I won’t argue, my love,” he said lowly, seeming quite relaxed despite his slightly heavy breathing.

Suguru looked into your eyes as you smiled up at him, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep and fervent kiss. The warm water sprayed around, the showers of droplets dancing as they bounced off your entwined bodies.

A smile played on your lips as you kissed him, the taste of his mouth and the feel of your soaked bodies pressed tightly together igniting a fiery lust within you. Your fingers glided through his drenched hair, as if committing every one of those threads to kinetic memory. The bathroom was filled with the symphony of water droplets hitting the tiles, punctuated by the soft, contented sighs that escaped Suguru's lips as your kiss deepened and intensified.

With his arms wrapped securely around you, his fingers threading through your own hair, Suguru couldn't help but murmur his adoration between kisses. "You're just so... Mmm... Gorgeous," he breathed.

Suguru's skilled hands roamed sensually along your spine, his touch both tender and electrifying as he slowly drew you deeper into the warmth of the shower. The cascading water enveloped your bodies, the heat of it creating a sensuous cocoon that covered you from head to toe.

The passionate kiss continued unabated, your lips locked. In the midst of the fervour, Suguru bit your lower lip, a gentle yet exhilarating sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His hands caressed your body with a tender reverence.

Breaking away from the kiss, Suguru regarded you with a loving smile, his voice still husky from the ardour of your lips. "You're just too gorgeous," he whispered.

You let out a soft huff and offered a sheepish smile, your focus shifting away from Suguru as you focused on the water raining onto the tiled floor of the shower. However, Suguru wasn't about to let you hide from his adoring eyes. With a gentle touch, he used his curled index finger to lift your face, compelling you to meet his eyes once again.

"Won’t you see how I look at you?" he pleaded softly, his words carrying a profound sincerity.

Your sight locked onto Suguru's with an intensity that mirrored the depth of your desire. Without hesitation, your lips met in a searing kiss, an unspoken promise—you would see for him, doing anything for him.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped both your arms around Suguru's backside, pinning him against the shower wall. Your teeth grazed his lower lip with a delicate bite, the steam from the water enveloping your intertwined bodies in a haze. You tilted your head back for a quick breath before crashing your lips against his once more, your kiss now infused with an even greater force.

Suguru, utterly mesmerised by you, reciprocated by wrapping his arms around you, drawing you closer still to the wall. His hand found the back of your head, guiding you closer to his eager lips as your mouths met once more. The sound of water splashing against your entwined bodies blended with the heavy rhythm of his breathing, and your hearts beat solely for each other.

As the passionate kiss continued, it seemed that Suguru had become immersed in the sensation of your bodies pressed together, the steamy shower a haven from the rest of the world.

As you kissed and sucked on Suguru's neck, a soft, pleasure-filled moan escaped his rosy lips. He instinctively tilted his head back, granting you better access to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Your hands, meanwhile, continued to explore his plush inner thighs, massaging and teasing in a way that was driving him wild.

The shower water continued to pour over your entwined bodies, and you relished the way your fingertips could so easily slide across his skin, feeling every dimple and scar. The bathroom was filled with the harmonious symphony of water droplets hitting the tiles, but it was Suguru's escalating panting and gasping for air that was the true melody.

In a low and breathy voice, Suguru whispered something indistinct, his words drowned out by the sounds of passion that surrounded you. Yet, his ragged breathing and the airy moans that escaped his lips conveyed a clear message—he was thoroughly enjoying your touch, and his arousal was unmistakable as you continued to stoke the flames between you.

"Hey, what was that?" you mumbled huskily into Suguru's ear, your warm breath tickling his skin before you playfully nibbled and licked his earlobe.

Suguru's lips curled, and he bit his lip ever so slightly. "Maybe I'll tell you... Maybe I won't," he teased, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

With a deliberately slow movement, Suguru inched his body closer to yours, your heated skin not even an inch apart. As you leaned in to continue, he reciprocated the gesture, his lips and tongue tracing tantalising patterns on your earlobe and neck. He moaned at the taste of your wet skin, lapping up the water droplets that slid down the curve of your neck.

His voice deepened into a husky, intimate tone as his hands moved sensually across your body, igniting a fiery desire between you. You felt his lips against your neck once more as he whispered, the words still eluding your ears, but the sensations he evoked with his touch and voice left no doubt about his intense longing for you.

You laughed lowly and took him into your hand, stroking the length of his cock at a slow and firm pace. You kept kissing his neck, biting and sucking bruise after bruise into the tender skin.

"You're such a tease. I'll find out eventually, y'know?" you muttered into his ear, nuzzling his neck. "You're lucky you're so stunning…"

He seemed startled for a moment at the sudden sensation, but then let out a small groan as he tilted his head back, resting it against the wall. He let out a soft moan as you caressed him, and you felt him get harder and more aroused by the second.

"Aw, do I look that good?" he said in a low and hoarse voice, as he looked at you and grinned again. "My love, you're just as stunning as I… Ah…!" Suguru said softly, but then his sentence was broken by a loud moan.

You let out a soft, almost conspiratorial chuckle, your warm breath teasing his earlobe, while your lips traced a tender path along his strong jawline. As you continued your gentle, rhythmic motion, your hand moved sensually up and down his dick that dripped with water and the beginnings of pre, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah, cat got your tongue?" you whispered, your voice a seductive murmur that danced through the stifling air. A sly grin curved your lips.

Meanwhile, your other hand confidently found its way to his sculpted waist, fingers delicately tracing the outlines of his chiselled abs, and then lingering across his Adonis lines. Each touch conveyed reverence, causing his heart to race so fiercely beneath his ribs that it ached. Oh, how he ached for you.

Suguru's laughter danced in the dimly lit bathroom, his delight palpable in the way he responded to your sensual touch. Each gentle stroke of your hand on his body seemed to coax another suppressed moan—a pleasure he held just beneath the surface.

As your fingers traced the contours of his well-defined abs, you couldn't help but notice the subtle flex and clench of his muscles beneath your touch. It was as if they responded to your every whim, like his body couldn’t help but tune itself to the melody that was your touch.

His breath, now hot and heavy, rushed against your ear as he whispered, "Y-you know what you're doing to me," he groaned.

Your lips, guided by revered lust, continued their trail down, tracing the contours of Suguru's chest with a fervent hunger. With each delicate kiss, your mouth left behind a trail of passionate lovebites, branding his muscles as your canvas of desire. His skin, marked by your affectionate assault, bore the purplish ardour of tender bruises.

Suguru's body quivered under your skillful touch, each caress sending ripples of delight through him. He instinctively braced himself against the cool, tiled bathroom wall, seeking support for the waves of pleasure that cascaded through his being, completely at your mercy.

Lost in him, you couldn't help but share your admiration, your voice a sultry whisper against his heated skin. "So pretty… You even sound pretty, darling," you murmured, the words punctuating the crescendo of your passion.

In response, Suguru surrendered to a symphony of soft, melodic moans, his body occasionally tensing in blissful response. Despite his valiant efforts to maintain control, his voice grew hoarser, and his breaths became laboured. His head rested gently against the wall, his eyes half-closed, his furrowed eyebrows a testament to his focus on every exquisite sensation you offered—your words, your voice, your touch—all conspiring to drive him to the brink of ecstasy.

You fixated on Suguru, and in that moment, he was an embodiment of artistry, his wet form glistening like a masterpiece in the soft, diffused light of the steamy bathroom. Every contour, every detail, accentuated by the water's caress, contributed to the breathtaking tableau before you.

As your hand expertly moved to stimulate him with a quickening rhythm, you couldn't help but be drawn to the way his hips responded eagerly, pushing into your touch with an instinctive urgency. His pretty cock—flushed, dripping, hard and aching—twitched in your hand as precum leaked from his slit.

Your lips danced against his earlobe, and your words, laden with praise and sweet nothings, found their way into his ear, the intimacy of your murmurs amplifying the pleasure that coursed through him. Nuzzling his neck, your breath added a sidderent kind of warmth to the wetness of the falling water.

You posed a question that held a world of anticipation, "How's it feelin'?" The words, laced with a sultry undertone, hung in the steamy air.

Suguru's struggle to contain his ecstasy was evident in the way his teeth clenched, a valiant effort to suppress a moan, which instead escaped as a small, breathy gasp that hung in the steamy air. His voice, low and hoarse, betrayed the intensity of pleasure that coursed through him, the sensation leaving him breathless.

With a tender insistence, your lips pressing gently against his neck as you whispered, "Keep talking for me, darling. I wanna hear your pretty voice." Each kiss against his sensitive skin punctuated your longing, drawing him deeper into your enchantment.

Suguru, his eyes now fully closed in surrender to the pleasure you so skillfully delivered, responded in hushed tones, his voice a sultry confession, "Mm, I'm trying not… Not to make too many noises..." He bit his lip, a gesture of restraint, before succumbing to a faint, barely audible moan. "The neighbours might complain again…" he added, a playful reminder.

“They should be grateful to hear you,” you chuckled softly and whispered again in a low, husky voice. "Is it feeling good, Suguru…?"

Suguru's reliance on your supportive hold continued, his weight leaning entirely into your body and the tiled wall as he trembled. The soft, and deep moans that continued to escape him were sweetest music to your ears.

"Y-Yeah it's… Yes… I feel… So g-good..." he managed to articulate before succumbing to a series of sounds and mumbles that were unintelligible. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, and his lips found solace in kisses and nibbles on your shoulder, moaning against your slick skin.

His hips, driven by a fervent and rhythmic thirst, pressed against you in an aggressive and insistent manner. The urgency of his movements communicated a longing beyond words, a primal need for connection and release. Suguru's breath, once controlled, now grew increasingly irregular, as he whined out your name between gasps.

Your whispered encouragement became a gentle coaxing that guided Suguru deeper into your realm. "That's it, gorgeous. Just give into the feeling, yeah?" you murmured.

Suguru's attempts at speech became more elusive, his voice now completely hoarse, his words reduced to unintelligible sounds and mumbles. His deep, raspy, and hoarse moans merged with his fragmented utterances, echoed like a siren’s call in the steamy confines of the bathroom.

Undeterred by his disorientation, Suguru continued to move his hips, grinding against your hand. His strong arms held you close, the intimacy of his embrace never faltering.

Amidst the crescendo, your voice carried an irresistible urgency as you inquired, "How close are you?"

Suguru's response was an embodiment of his unyielding dedication to conveying his speech to you, despite the increasing difficulty, his moans growing louder and deeper, mirroring the intense pleasure that coursed through his body. With each forceful thrust of his dick into your hand, he communicated his desperation for release.

Suguru gasped and bit his lip, attempting to articulate his thoughts through a storm of sensation. A fractured moan escaped his lips as he struggled to form words.

"Y-you're so… So… I’m so… Close," he groaned, his voice barely audible, the words delivered in a hushed and breathless cadence—a declaration of the imminent climax that hung in the steamy air.

With an urgency that matched, your hand moved with a speed and intensity that sent Suguru spiralling into ecstasy. His hips stuttered into your hand as he let out a loud, uninhibited moan, your name escaping his lips like a reverent plea.

"You're beautiful… So, so pretty when you feel good," you whispered adoringly.

Suguru's breathing escalated into a rapid crescendo, his body writhing in the throes of pleasure as he struggled to articulate his overwhelming sensations. "Nngh… Y-you… You’re…" he tried to say, his voice trailing off into a series of breathy moans.

He clung to you tighter, his arms a reassuring anchor as he continued to thrust his hips into your hand, seeking the culmination of his desire. Your words, laden with sensual intent, only added to the intense experience:

"You like the way my hand feels wrapped around you? How it's making you feel so good?" you mumbled, biting his shoulder gently and eliciting a delightful whine from Suguru, who was now on the precipice of an explosive release.

As the pleasure swelled within Suguru, he teetered on the precipice of letting it wash over him, his control slipping away in the torrent of sensation. The hot coil tightened in his abdomen, and he surrendered himself to you.

The pleasure continued its ascent, rising up through his body like a tempest, causing him to squeeze his eyes tightly shut. His breathing became erratic, each breath escaping him in small, quick bursts as he felt himself on the verge of an explosive release. However, with remarkable restraint, he summoned the willpower to hold it in, just as you preferred him to do.

In that moment, as he fought to contain the storm of pleasure that raged, Suguru's submission to your desires and his commitment to prolonging his climax told you everything you needed to know.

You were enamoured by Suguru's breathtaking form, drawn to the mesmerising sight of his rippling abs and bulging biceps, each muscle contracting with tremendous effort as he battled to not cum before you said so. The intensity of his struggle was mirrored in the fervent movements of his hips, which pressed insistently into your hand.

The room was thick with heat and steam, the air almost suffocating in its intensity while Suguru's body glistened with a seductive combination of sweat and water droplets. His thighs clenched with a subtle tension. Suguru's body seemed to radiate an almost feverish heat—a smouldering wildfire held at bay in your grasp as he pushed harder, driven by a primal need that defied control.

“Cum for me,” you whispered.

Suguru's orgasm surged through him with an intensity that shook his body violently, a breathtaking culmination of the heat and pleasure that had enveloped him. Your hand, now coated in warm, sticky cum, continued its tender ministrations, guiding him through the euphoric release.

Amidst this, you murmured praise into his ear, your words a soothing affirmation of the exquisite pleasure he had demonstrated. Suguru, still struggling to catch his breath, gradually began to relax as the waves of ecstasy subsided. A small, quiet moan escaped his lips, followed by a series of incoherent whimpering sounds.

His voice remained slightly hoarse, a lingering echo of the passion that had consumed him moments earlier. As the intensity of the moment receded, Suguru's chest gradually relaxed, and he moved slowly, his eyes briefly closing as he descended from the euphoric peak.

As Suguru gradually regained his composure, his breathing began to steady, and you could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from his chest and arms. In his moment of post-climactic vulnerability, he whispered a soft and heartfelt "I love you," his voice rendered even more hoarse and resonant, yet undeniably sexy and deep. Another quiet moan escaped him.

You kissed his cheek tenderly, whispering: “And I love you.”

You rinsed the hot, sticky cum from your hand in the warm stream of water from the shower, allowing the aftermath to be washed away, leaving you both to bask in Suguru’s afterglow.

"D’you wanna… Go again?" he whispered softly, as he moved his arms back around you in a relaxed way. He was still catching his breath, but he couldn’t help being eager for more. Eager for you.

In the clasp of Suguru's strength, you found solace and security, and you leaned into his body, the warmth of the shower's stream enveloping you both. As the soothing water dripped over your skin, it worked its magic in washing away any lingering tension, leaving behind contentment.

Your playful grin added a spark of anticipation to the steamy atmosphere, and you spoke with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, "Yeah, definitely. It's time you showed me what this is all about, no?"

Suguru's response to your cheeky remark was an appreciative groan, a sound that conveyed thirst. With a promise of pleasure in his soft words, he moved his skilled hand towards you, his fingers starting to work their magic on your body.

As his hand glided over your back, you felt his fingers dig deep into your muscles, a skillful massage that melted away any residual tension. His thumb, with a perfect balance of pressure, began to rub and press against your shoulder and neck, sending waves of relaxation through your body.

You couldn't help but hum in response to his expert touch, leaning into it with a contented sigh. "You have talented hands," you mumbled appreciatively in response to the care he was lavishing upon you.

Suguru's hand possessed a remarkable blend of strength and precision, each movement of his fingers guided by a deep understanding of the contours of your body. He continued, gradually digging a little deeper and applying a touch more pressure, unlocking the knots of tension that had lingered within your muscles.

As his fingers traced the path over your shoulders and down your back, a sensuous shiver of pleasure coursed through you in response to his expert touch. His soft, appreciative murmur only added to the intimate experience.

"Mmn… You're so soft…" he whispered, in awe of you.

You leaned into him, allowing your back to press against the warm, slick muscles of his chest as you closed your eyes and sighed with indulgence. The soothing rhythm of his touch and the shower's water combined to create a moment of pure bliss.

Suguru's tender exploration continued as he used his other hand to navigate the terrain of your head, fingers gently threading through your hair and tracing the contours of your scalp. The sensation was soothing, his touch a delicate caress that sent waves of relaxation flooding through you.

"Yeah, relax… Relax for me… Good, that's good," he whispered, his breath tickling the side of your neck. With each word and every stroke of his hand, he guided you deeper into a state of tranquil surrender.

Suguru's body, a paradox of strength and tenderness, enveloped you. With your back pressed against him, you could feel his thoughtful adjustments, his right leg shifting slightly to ensure your comfort, and his body moving closer to yours. His skilled hand continued its sensual exploration, now focusing on your lower back, kneading and rubbing in a way that sent waves of pleasure through you.

Your mumbled words of appreciation, "Suguru... You make me feel so much," conveyed the depth of your desire, your adoration, your love.

In response, Suguru's voice, warm and reassuring, reached your ear as he nuzzled your neck, "That's what I'm here for."

Your lazy smile conveyed a sense of contentment as you tilted your head to kiss Suguru's strong, inviting jawline—you felt Suguru's head tilt downwards when you kissed his jaw, ever ready to revel in your affection.

Turning within his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a proper kiss. Your fingers slipped through his thick, dark hair, and he reciprocated by enveloping you in his strength, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

The sound of his raspy moan, a raw and primal expression of yearning, sent shivers of longing through your body, igniting a fiery passion in the pit of your stomach.

Suguru's whispered plea, "Mmnn… Yes, God, yes… Kiss me..." his deep voice, tinged with a growling intensity, echoed through you.

Suguru's response was intense, his passion evident as he pressed you firmly against the wall, deepening the kiss with an unrelenting hunger. His laboured breathing, and the rhythmic movements of his hips grinding against your thigh, conveyed a longing that matched your urgency.

His hands moved with a skilled precision, repositioning you for greater comfort as the kiss grew more fervent. The graze of his teeth against your lips and tongue sent sparks of electricity through your body, each sensation a testament to the fiery passion that burned between you.

Suguru, ever the considerate lover, slowly pulled away from the kiss, his breath hot and heavy as he fought to hold back the noises of pleasure building within him, mindful of the neighbours.

A playful tease escaped your lips as you whispered in a breathy voice, "You're no fun when you're so quiet."

"You make it hard to think, let alone speak," he admitted, his voice laced with affection.

The soothing waterfall of the shower continued to envelop both of your bodies, a backdrop to the growing intensity of your passion. With a tender gesture, you brushed some strands of wet hair away from Suguru's eyes, your actions a small but intimate act of care.

Suguru's hands, strong and sure, grasped your thighs, holding you in place for a moment as his chest pressed against you. In response, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your bodies pressed together against the slick, tiled shower wall as your passionate make-out session continued. The moans, the heat, and the humidity in the steamy bathroom only intensified.

Your whispered need, mumbled between kisses: "I want you... I want you," you fervently expressed, your words punctuating each passionate exchange of breath.

In response, Suguru's soft breath tickled your lips as he gently hushed you:

"Shhh..." he breathed, a calming gesture that invited you to savour the anticipation of what was to come. "Then take me… Take everything I have to give you."

His lips found yours once more, a tender seal of commitment before he pulled back slightly to allow you both a moment of anticipation. Your foreheads pressed together as you gazed into each other's eyes, and with a shared groan of pleasure, Suguru slowly slid inside you. The sensation was exquisite, and you panted as you adjusted to his size.

Running your hand through his sopping wet hair, you murmured, "Feels so good... Being with you," you declared in the heat.

"Mmmhm..."

The sensation of Suguru slowly moving inside you was divine—the familiar stretch, the familiar heat, the familiar lust. With your lips and your chests flushed, you were enveloped in a passionate connection that intensified with every thrust, and your toes curled as electricity shot up your spine, your toes curling.

His grunts and moans filled the steamy air as he lost himself in the intoxicating pleasure of being buried deep inside you. His face bore an expression of bliss: cheeks flushed, brows furrowed, lips parted, and his eyes briefly closing to savour your feel.

Suguru's movements became purposeful, his lips and tongue engaging with yours. Every thrust promised more pleasure, and he pressed against you with an urgency. His arms held you tightly as if he couldn't bear to let go, and a series of deep, animalistic grunts and moans of your name escaped him.

As the steamy shower water cascaded over both of you, Suguru's flushed face bore witness to the intensity of the moment. He moved with a deep and insatiable lust, the hunger in his movements growing more palpable with each passing second.

The rhythm of his thrusts quickened, and the air was hlaf-knocked out of your lungs as you cried out in response. Suguru's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours with increasing urgency, propelling you both closer to the brink of release. With every movement, his cock delved deeper inside you, his motions marked by an unmistakable desperation and eagerness.

Suguru felt your cunt contract and flutter around him as he thrusted inside you, a sensation that intensified the fervour of his movements. The room was filled with wet, lewd sounds of your bodies sliding against each other with each powerful thrust.

You both lost yourselves to the other’s ecstasy. Loud, passionate moans filled the steamy air as you both called out each other's names, your voices intertwined like your beings were.

In the throes of climax, your entire body convulsed, and you lost all control as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your muscles tightened around Suguru, and a scream of ecstasy escaped your lips, reverberating through the steamy shower. Your body moved and jerked uncontrollably—a surrender to the bliss that coursed through your veins.

Suguru, too, succumbed to the pleasure, letting out a sharp gasp as his entire body tensed. He froze for a moment, his cock twitching and trembling as he came so deeply inside you, filling up your pussy with his cum and marking the culmination of his own release.

As the ecstasy reached its peak, your bodies quivered with an explosive pleasure that left your minds blissfully blank, your hearts pounding in your chests. The intimate connection between you both deepened as hot, sticky cum dripped from inside you down your inner thighs, marking you as his, and him as yours.

Suguru remained connected with you, savouring the sensation of being buried deep inside your pussy, even if just for the closeness. The warm water continued to cascade over your entwined bodies, a soothing presence of its own.

As he looked down at you, Suguru couldn't help but notice the way you bit your lip, a telltale sign of the lingering sensations that coursed through your body and mind. With a tender gesture, he carded his fingers through your wet hair. Leaning down, he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

In the tranquil aftermath, you remained locked in a tender embrace, hearts beating in unison, surrounded by the warm, steamy cocoon of the shower.

The world outside the shower ceased to exist. It was just you and him; Him and you.

Just us.

a/n: we are going it ignore that the reader insert technically wore their makeup into the shower. whoopsie! anyway, this wasn't supposed to be this long... but soft suguru goes brrrrrrr. i need him to massage my left shoulder, it's fuckin killing me rn.

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