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jazzthatonewriterchick · 5 months

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Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames: Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay?

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants.

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him.

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place.

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out.

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did.

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.”

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away.

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on.

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?”

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.”

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.”

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can.

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.”

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.”

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!”

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!”

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.”

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.”

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm.

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva.

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes.

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp.

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight.

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases.

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?”

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak.

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.”

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!”

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?”

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.”

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass.

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis.

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted.

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time.

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock.

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.”

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob.

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent.

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.”

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!”

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy.

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.”

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?”

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.”

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.”

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy.

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.”

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are.

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead “Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?”

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.”

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

#smutty smut #my works #black fanfic writer #my fic shit #black coded reader #black writers #satoru gojo x black!reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #feral gojo #happy birthday gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut

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critterbitter · 4 months

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Hi there! I wanted to preface this by saying that your submas and Nimbasa trio art are awesome, and I adore the way you draw them and write their interactions ❤️ . Their expressions, the way they move and interact with each other and the world around them, it's great 👍.

There's something I wanted to ask regarding your comics, and I ask this with the utmost respect 🙏, because it's something I've been wondering: where are their parents? It's awesome that they do all this stuff together, but the parents are, like, never brought up. Not even Elesa's after her introduction to the twins. And Ik that in the Pokemon verse, you're free to do whatever at age 10, but I still wanted to ask in your comics, at least, since they're still so young, if there's going to be any mentions of them.

I don't want you to feel pressured to draw designs for their parents or anything like that! It's perfectly understandable if you've never thought of the subject, I just wanted to know if they're still in the picture or if, for drama effect, they're orphans adopted by uncle Drayden in your lore. (Ofc, if you believe in the uncle Drayden theory, that is).

And once again, thank you for all the work you do! You're awesome, and your art is awesome 👌. And I really hope this ask doesn't come off as mean or offensive, I'm just really curious about anything you'd be willing to give about submas parents. Thank you 😊 for everything once again. Your work is greatly appreciated 🙏.

:0!

Going to be honest, I didn’t really think about them parents much— pokemon treats most parent figures as non-entities, so… yeah. Feral teenagers running around.

If you want to hear my rambling though! (Note that this is all work in progress! Things are inclined to change.)

Worldbuilding for this iteration, I like to think it’s cultural that everybody has a pokemon starter/ ace that they grow with, but it depends on individuals to decide how close their lives intertwine. That in mind,

Ingo and emmet have two moms! Their ma’ is drayden’s twin sister— Kaita, haxorous ace, and a dragon specialist. And their mother, Lucielle, a stoutland ace, works as a full time trainer. The ladies are a bit absent from the twin’s life because they have their own business, but like to send Ingo and Emmet stuff from wherever they roam. (They tried their best when the kids were younger. But talking about having kids, and actually raising kids are two different topics in life.)

Drayden serves as an uncle figure for the twins, but he’s a bit bitter he got two patrats dumped on him.

((Does the lack of parent figures and a distant uncle have lasting effects on ingo and emmet? That’s up for your interpretation. Though it would explain latching onto each other and then later litwick and tynamo…))

As for the pachirisu child—

Elesa’s parents are separated. Her dad, Rin, works a full time desk job. He means the best, but he’s never home. He lost his staraptor a while back and is still dealing with the grieving process, and isn’t really equipped to look after a kid on top of all that. Elesa’s mom, Himawari, is still in Sinnoh and works as a ranger. Her ace is a solrock.

(Why are they separated? That’s for you guys to postulate! I am simply throwing ocs at the wall.)

Elesa was moved to unova partially due to her dad’s new job, and partially due to that Entire Nebulous Situation. She adapts fast, but it’s not a fun adaption.

Anyways, the twins and elesa in turn grew up very independent as a result.

And that’s the barebones!

#asks #mailbox #submas parents #elesa parents #feel free to use these guys! i came up with them in a moment of blind panic when i realized <aah they would have parents… right>#pokemon #critterbitter screams into the void

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thelostgirl21 · 2 months

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I'm late to the party like you wouldn't believe, but I've got to say something, because I'm so upset!

Okay, unpopular opinion, I actually loved Jaskier's Season 3 hair!

Was it always perfectly styled? No. There were a few scenes where I personally thought it could have used a bit more volume, or a bit more volume in some places while a bit less in others; but, most or the time, I was more than fine with it, and thought it suited Jaskier well!

At times, I literally adored it!

Ex:

To me, those are moments where I thought Jaskier looked his best in the series! Loved the hair!

Then again, personally, I tend to prefer Joey's looks with his forehead cleared and his hair longer.

Like, this is I think one of the most gorgeous non-feral hairstyles I've ever seen on him:

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This is an absolutely gorgeous man, and I personally prefer his hair styled like this than short.

(Note: I'm not saying he's not beautiful with short hair, too, simply stating personal preferences. Certain aesthetic choices are based on comfort, too, and he can 100% afford to sacrifice the "long haired look" for something that makes him feel more comfortable. He can rock plenty of different looks!)

Then, of course, there's the feral look that is just in its own category...

So why am I upset?

I've just found out that he didn't wear a wig in Season 3!

That Jaskier's Season 3 hair were simply Joey's own hair that he had decided to grow out.

And look, I'm fine with everyone having preferences!

That's not my issue. Having your own tastes and not being a fan of Joey's Season 3 hairstyle is not the issue at all!

There were posts simply mentioning that they hated that it looked so flat, when we could have been graced with something a bit more like this:

And I do get preferences when it comes to styling.

It's just that I recall how - since people assumed it was "an ugly wig" that had been forced on his head by the wig department, rather than what they considered "a bad hairstyle" - the comments on "Jaskier's hair" were at times downright nasty!

And I just gotta get out of my system that those of you that have been literally making fun of his "sudden 4-inches receeding hairline" (first I'll have you know I find receeding hairline pretty hot!), when it's kinda remained the same for 3 seasons (it's called BANGS people. Joey tends to wear those with his shorter haircuts! Look it up!), for example, really suck!

His hairline has always gone pretty far up on each side, even in some of his earlier work... Ex: Gopher in "Mount Pleasant" (2016):

Like he's got very thick hair that form a "V" shape at the top (my mom had that, but I didn't inherit it... And we've got tons of hair... Like, a lot! * ) and a pretty large forehead.

(That's me at 18, and then at 28 - before I brought them back to a lower back length - but my mom is the same in terms of thickness, she just has that V in the front I lack, and it never receeded any further in her life.)

And there would be no shame in having thin hair, or any form of baldness anyway!

So yeah! I remember sort of heavily ignoring all those "ugly wig" comments because I, too, had assumed it was a wig (turns out Joey's hair seem to be a bit like mine, and grow pretty fast), and at some point you choose your battles.

Did I think a bunch of you were immature assholes for needing to hate on that "ugly wig" so much? Yes. But you find those in any fandom!

Personally, I thought "the wig" was awesome!

But now, I kinda regret not having taken the time to be more supportive of Jaskier's Season's 3 hair given I actually like it...

Because that's just a (very sweet) human being's hair, that was styled in a way that a number of people didn't like.

Again, zero problem for those that thought it was badly styled, and that the look didn't suit Jaskier!

Critiquing what you find a "bad hairstyle" is no cause for shame!

But, for those of you that took it to the next level with all those "ugly wig" comments, you fucking suck, I sure hope you've since found out that you'd been openly ridiculing a fellow human being's real hair, that it makes you feel like complete pieces of shit, and that feeling like complete pieces of shit is going to help you learn from your mistakes, before you start attacking other people's personal physical features in the future!

"Well, I didn't know!"

Here's today's lesson:

When you don't know, please kindly shut up and assume the hair you see is the real thing!

Or critique the wig like you would a real hairstyle, asking yourself "Hmm... Is describing someone's real hair the way I do going to make me sound like a bully?"

Like I said, I'm aware I'm pretty late to the party, but the the kid in me that got heavily bullied in school over her own hair really needed to get it out of her system!

#Joey Batey #Jaskier #'s hair in Season 3 #I remember Joey mentioning in an interview that people just kept “asking about the hair” this season #And most of the time it wasn't really a question...#No wonder he went “People ask me all the time: Wow! Joey! You're so good at baking!” I his video #If people tend to ask him questions that are non questions...#But yeah I'm kinda sad about it...#Hope the fact that the “hair comments” left him confused was because he didn't read the online ones...#Just had interviewers go “Season 3 hair...” implying there was something odd about it and somehow waiting for Joey to elaborate.#I actually saw one of those interviews where the interviewer was kind of implying there was something wrong with it #without explaining what was wrong with it...#Like everyone assumes Joey didn't like his Season 3 hairstyle and gets why they are all getting stuck on the hair...#So anyway he just explained the intent behind the look.#But yeah it kinda sucks the way there was like this massive negative reaction to his hairstyle when I literally can't find anything wrong #with it...#It's not even that far from his usual look (just a bit more ironed)...#The fuck happened with the hair...#My Post #My Thoughts

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red eyes soften as scarred hands carefully lift up the fluffy furball that's been snuggling up upon his leg, carefully handling the tiny rabbit as though it would break from a single wrong motion as his expression softens, his smile turning nostalgic as antoine turns to face yae. "y'know, 's funny, ye'd assume when i was livin' in th' woods small critter 'n the likes would've avoided me, 'n yet rabbits always scuttled to me and slept 'round me 's if 'm some sort of rabbit guardian." he muses, smiles fondly when he scratches the little furball under its chin, gaze focused on the animal when he continues to speak, voice still soft, warm in a tender way that reveals the peace he feels right now.

"people usually react with fear when they first see me, 'cause i look like a brute. doesn' matter if i help 'em or not. it takes time for folks to warm up t' me, t' the point i used to think there was somethin' wrong wit' me. 's if 'm some sort of terrible monster." he explains, tone shifting into something along a sort of humming before he finally looks up, adoring gaze landing on the kitsune. "thank ya' fer provin' me wrong. 'n fer makin' me understand that i can love 'n be loved. thank ya' fer allowin' me t' love ya." he finishes, still gently scratching the rabbit underneath its chin as it dozes off in his arms.

as a kitsune, yae miko was quite aware just how animals treated people in their territories. they had a feel for those who meant them harm, those who needed the companionship and those who simply belonged. antoine belonged among them, sure he could be a little feral, but the gentleness he exhibited was inherent, he came across an animal and they instinctively knew he meant them no harm. and thinking back to their first meeting, yae miko liked to to think that she knew this, even when he wanted to fight ei, she didn't get any bad vibes from him.

and loving him ? being loved by him ? it was like being struck by lightning, all consuming and a zing through her blood but the gentle way he handled her, like she was something precious always took her breath away. his gaze is so warm and loving when he looks at her, and ears flick, teeth sinking into her lower lip, gaze dropping to the fluffy creature within his grasp. ❝ ━ people can be scared of many things. but not of you. you're wild, and they sense that, so maybe they're unsure, not scared. you've always struck me as some big, teddy bear. ❞ not that his bite wasn't worst than his bark, but antoine could probably pummel plenty but his hands were always gentle. ❝ ━ archons, don't thank me for that, you were always capable of being loved and loving someone. ❞ she's not blushing, absolutely not but archons, the nerve this man had to make her heart flutter so hopelessly. her ! the all elusive head shrine maiden ! ugh, he was making her so soft. not that she's complaining, not at all. only he saw this side of her.

sauntering over to him, yae miko gently ushers him down, lips pressing to his cheek, ❝ ━ and i do love you, antoine. and others do as well, just not as much as i do, because you're mine and loving you has bought me more joy in my heart than i've had the last 500 years and i want to thank you for that. for being in my life and giving me something to look forward to. ❞ / @msftsn

#( guuji kitsune ic. ) ⁵⁰⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉˢᶤˡᶤᵉᶰᶜᵉˑ #msftsn #mmmm look how soff he makes her im cry #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ

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kitwing-moving · 1 year

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ummm sort of a sequel to viveichi sleepover fic but its just a small little moment :3 pre-idol vivian and pre-relationship viveichi btw

ignore any mistakes i do not care 2 proofread

taglist: @mikashup @friezaforce @knightsvampire @reaperofcondemnation @whoever else wuld like 2 rb :3

Vivian's room was quickly becoming a familiar sight to Eichi with how often she invited him over, be it for simple visits to watch something with her, play games or to spend the night. Every moment with her was greatly cherished by him, always filled with laughter and pranks and just pure excitement that managed to make him feel like a child again.

Although, he couldn't help but pick on and antagonize her as well - the way her face scrunched up in a mix between amusement and frustration, or how quickly she threw playful insults at him never failed to amuse him. This was one such time, but Eichi couldn't help but notice the way his heart started to race. He was trapped against the wall, her arms blocking him in as she glared up at him.

"You're a goddamned cheater! I know you have more stupid cards hidden somewhere." As she spoke, Eichi couldn't help but compare her to a kitten with its fur puffed up, trying so hard to appear intimidating. But Vivian didn't seem to notice the position she had him in, one that amused him to no end.

"It's poor sportsmanship to blame someone else for cheating when you may just not be very good at games." Eichi hummed, eyes twinkling as he tried to get even more of a rise out of her. And it seemed to work as she narrowed her eyes, the rare expression of genuine frustration on her face something he could only revel in for a short moment before she had leaned forward to nip at his arm.

"Now that's uncivilized. Maybe you really are a feral little cat." It hardly hurt, her teeth barely pressing down before she pulled away.

"Oh, shut up!" She threw her hands up in the air, finally freeing him. "Oh, I'm Eichi and I don't deserve to be bitten at all!" A poor imitation of him, her voice pitched much too high to be anywhere near accurate. "I'm Eichi and I'm such a sweetheart, oh please be nice to me!"

He couldn't help it, laughter immediately bubbling up. Vivian's frustration seemed to disappear quickly though, as her eyes lit up before she started giggling as well.

"Was that meant to be me? I think it might need a little work." He reached out, hesitant that she might bite him again before he pat her head. "I'm sorry for teasing you. Your reactions are just too endearing."

Again, she once more resembled a huffy cat in his mind as she bat his hand away. "You're so insufferable. I should lock you in a room with Ibara and see how fast you go insane."

Despite her words towards him, Eichi felt his heart skip once more. He never had the chance to spend time like this with anyone in school, but he was glad Vivian had been the one to give him that chance now.

Moments like this with her especially were the ones he cherished, ones where he could just simply be someone on the same level as her instead of the heir to his family's name, or an emperor. Although, he knew not much of that mattered to her anyways despite her jokes about it - she treated him with friendliness that extended beyond what she gave to everyone else.

Eichi wanted to voice these thoughts, but he was unsure of how she would react. So he just simply slid his hand in hers, and she paused in the middle of yet another tirade and smiled at him. One that was so adoring it made his chest ache.

"I'll be nice to you now!" Squeezing his hand before reaching for his other one, she added, "I love you, Eichi. Sometimes you suck soooo bad, though."

He knew she was saying those words only as a friend, yet it still made his heart skip once again as he returned her smile. "I love you too, Vivi." It was always nice to trade those words with her, but he couldn't help the pang of disappointment that trickled into his heart.

Vivian was oblivious, reading his actions as only just platonic, and it only made Eichi wonder if she would still treat such words and actions from him if he kissed her on the spot. But this moment was enough for now.

#🐾.txt #reaching for the stars!#🐾.writing

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burberryharold · 2 years

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First Birthday - An AIEW Blurb

In which Harry and Ophelia attend their goddaughter’s first birthday.

Word count: 2.1K

A/N: Hey there, lovely people! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted All I Ever Wanted and I have so many ideas for follow-up blurbs and fics, and I finally wrote one of them! You don’t exactly need to read AIEW to read this, but it would definitely help you understand the relationship between Harry and Lia much more (there was so much pining!!). And honestly AIEW is the best fic I’ve written so far so it would mean a lot if you read it :)

Enjoy this little blurb with Harry and Lia!

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,”

Ophelia sang along with everyone as they watched Harper laugh and clap her hands, eyes locked on the small cake her parents were holding in front of her.

She couldn’t believe that Harper was already turning one. It felt like it was just yesterday when Harry and she travelled all the way to Miami in his car, but in reality, the two had recently celebrated their first year anniversary just a few months ago.

It’s been the best year of her life so far.

Despite both of them having busy schedules these days, Harry and Lia would never dare to miss their goddaughter’s first birthday (or any birthday, for that matter). Ash and Matt had warned them (multiple times) not to bring many gifts as they already spoil Harper enough, but, of course, they didn’t listen.

How could they when every toy they saw, they just had to get for Harper?

Her parents scolded them for it, but the look on the toddler’s face when they gave her the giant teddy bear made it all worth it.

Everyone at the party laughed when Harper smashed her hand into the cake and started taking it apart in typical toddler fashion.

“She’s so bloody cute,” Harry was beside her, hands holding up his phone to film the entire thing on video.

(Their camera rolls had tons of pictures and videos of Harper, they just can’t help it).

Lia hummed in agreement before letting out another laugh when Harper smashed her face in the cake.

This might just be the best birthday party they’ve been to this year.

***

“Are you seeing this?!”

She turned to Matt, finding him and her boyfriend frowning at something. “What’s wrong?” Lia and Ash questioned at the same time, suddenly worried that something is wrong with Harper.

“That!”

The two women immediately rolled their eyes once they saw what Matt was referring to. They were all out in the garden, the children playing a few feet away from them. The offending act in question was one of Harper’s little friends, Cameron, kissing her on the cheek.

The two toddlers were giggling and playing with each other, it was quite an adorable sight.

But apparently not for Matt and Harry.

“I’m gonna go talk to Andy about his kid,” Ash sighed and followed her husband, who was still glaring at the innocent toddler, to calm him down while Lia turned to her boyfriend.

She simply raised an eyebrow at him.

Harry scoffs in response, “What? Didn’t you see what just happened? Next thing you know she’ll be giving mouth to mouth and-“

“H,” Lia placed a hand on his chest (ignoring how firm and warm it felt underneath her fingers), interrupting him, “they’re literally babies, you need to stop overreacting! Is this how you’re going to act with our kids one day?”

Lia realised her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. It’s not like she didn’t like the idea of them having kids; in fact, she couldn’t wait for when she and Harry start their own family.

The only issue is that whenever the idea of kids is brought up, Harry goes feral – as in he drags Lia over to their shared bedroom (sometimes they don’t even make it there) to fantasise over their future life and a backyard full of miniature versions of them, all while worshiping her body for hours.

“I hope one day we’ll have a little mini you running around the house,” he would whisper against her skin, bright eyes holding so much love as he gazed up at her through his lashes, “Just have this vision of coming home to my girls-“

“And what if we have boys?” Lia interjects, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. It took most of her power to focus on the conversation, just for a moment, and ignore the way her body was burning from his touch.

She felt his grin on her skin, “Then I would come home to my girl and my boys.”

Lia didn’t care whether they had boys or girls, as long as they were healthy and happy. Although, she has to admit that she absolutely adores the idea of having little girls around; she knows Harry would be a brilliant girl dad.

Harry places another kiss on her belly before speaking again, “Though I must say, I quite like the idea of having mini versions of you around,” he flashes her a dimpled smile, chin now resting on her belly. “That means there would be more of you to love.”

They both decided that they would wait a few years before trying, but Harry (unsurprisingly) thinks they should practice as much as possible because “practice makes perfect.”

And Lia can’t argue with that logic.

“You gonna have my babies, eh?” He would pant, a blinding smile on his lips as he brushed some stray hairs away from her damp forehead, “Can’t wait to put a baby in you.”

She recognised the mischievous look in his eyes as they trailed down to the hand still resting on his chest, a smirk already growing on his lips.

“No.” Lia shook her head, though a smile was threatening to tug at her lips, “Don’t even think about it.”

Harry had the audacity to feign innocence, placing a hand over hers that was pulling away from his chest, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my love.”

Try as he might, he could never fool her, not when Lia knows him like the back of her hand.

“Sure you don’t, babe,” her heart flutters at the way he instinctively pulls her body closer to him with his other arm, their faces merely inches apart, “I can practically feel your dick twitching from here.”

“Ophelia!” Harry lets out a scandalised gasp, his wide eyes shining bright under the afternoon sun and Lia lets herself admire the sight for a moment; she’ll never get over how truly beautiful Harry is.

“How dare you say such a thing when we’re around children?” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, though his lips betrayed him as they tugged upwards. “Shame on you, thinking about shagging me when we’re in the middle of our goddaughter’s birthday party, thinking about my dick-“

Lia, yet again, rolls her eyes at her boyfriend’s antics, “You are incorrigible and I hate you.”

Another gasp escapes Harry’s lips. She feels his arms squeeze her tighter, her body now pulled flush against his. A cheeky smile meets her as she stares up at the idiotic boy who has her heart.

“You love me.”

She shrugs, biting her bottom lip to stop her smile from spreading. “Meh.”

“You love me.” He repeated, poking one of her sides, making her squeal and jump in his arms. “Say you love me or I won’t stop.”

Lia tried to hold on as long as she could, wanting to torture him a bit, before giving in when she couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “Fine, fine, I love you.”

He shook his head in response, his pretty lips now frowning at her. “Not good, say it like you mean it.”

Well, how could Lia not comply?

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer. She could also feel his hands coming to rest on her lower back, a little too low to be appropriate, given where they were, but Lia couldn’t find it in herself to object.

Deciding to tease him a little more, Lia stands on her tiptoes, their lips now close enough that she could almost taste the sugary treat Harry was just eating.

“I love you.”

Just like every time she had uttered those three words, Lia said them with so much conviction and passion, leaving no room for doubt when it comes to her deep affection for the man before her.

Saying those words came as easy as breathing to her. Lia didn’t even need to think twice before calling them out whenever she’s around Harry, or speaking to him on the phone.

I love you when they’re eating breakfast side by side in the morning, a bit of milk trailing down Harry’s mouth.

I love you before she’s leaving the house to run some errands on her own, Harry smiling against her lips before repeating them (and yelling “Don’t forget the strawberry yogurt!” before she shut the door).

I love you when he comes to check on her in her office at home, placing a kiss on her shoulder and reminding her that lunch is almost ready.

I love you when they’re tangled in their sheets, body and soul connected as they stare into each other’s eyes.

As long as she lives, Lia won’t stop reminding Harry of that simple fact that she’s known ever since they were kids: she loves him, forever and ever.

And Harry never lets her forget that he loves her, too, more than anything in the world.

“You’re all I ever wanted, and so much more.”

“I love you,” Lia repeats the words and, unable to resist the urge to get a taste of his lips, pulls him down for a short peck.

In response, Harry groans in her ear, “Say it again, I’m close.”

Throwing her head back laughing, Lia’s hands come down to rest on Harry’s shoulders instead. “You sure know how to ruin a moment, Styles.”

His dazed, happy face is one that never fails to make her heart flutter. Lia would do anything just to see that gorgeous smile every day for the rest of their lives.

Sometimes, Lia still can’t believe Harry’s finally hers, that she gets to kiss him and love him whenever she wants.

“I love you,” is Harry’s response, each word accentuated with a short but soft kiss.

Before she could say anything, Lia felt a gentle tug on one of her legs, making her look down at the person who interrupted their moment. More accurately, the little person.

“Look who’s ruining the moment now.”

Lia only swatted at his chest before glancing back down, ignoring his fake little ouch. The birthday girl was staring up at her godparents with wide eyes and a precious smile, her tiny hands gesturing for one of them to pick her up.

Lia just about died at the adorable sight, wasting no time in bending down to lift up little Harper in her arms.

The girl squealed in delight, hands flapping around as she babbled away, the couple not understanding a single word yet pretending to just to play along.

Even though they were joking around moments ago, as Lia held Harper close in her arms, she couldn’t help but imagine a future similar to this situation, except that she’s holding their daughter instead.

When her eyes locked with Harry’s over Harper’s head, she knew he was thinking the same thing.

Loud laughter, clear skies, the bright sun shining down. A toddler with unruly, curly hair running away from her father, hands reaching out for you. An identical dimpled smile.

Harry bent down to place a loud kiss on Harper’s cheek, making her laugh out loud and stretch her arms towards him.

Lia pouted but passed over the baby to her boyfriend. “Not fair, I barely had her.”

“What can I say, love, she just likes me more,” his proud grin falters for a moment when the toddler pulls roughly on some of his hair, though he still smiles at her.

Before she could retort, Harper started exclaiming “Mama!” repeatedly as Ash made her way towards the three of them.

“Can I please have my baby back?” She gave the pair a pointed look, gesturing for the baby in Harry’s arms.

Okay, so maybe they’ve been hogging the baby a lot today, but can anyone blame them? The kid is adorable, and she’s their goddaughter so Lia thinks they’re entitled to have some Harper time.

Harry lets out an exaggerated sigh, which caught Harper’s attention for a split second before she reached out for her mother again, “I guess.”

The little girl squealed once she was in her mother’s arms and accidentally smacked Ash in the face. Ha, Lia stifled a laugh.

The two waved at Harper as Ash went back to her previous spot across the garden, next to Adam. Lia watched as Adam lifted the toddler up and blew raspberry kisses on her tummy, making her giggle uncontrollably.

“One day,” she felt Harry wrap his arm around her, also watching the happy family, “that’ll be us.”

Lia could only smile in contentment, relaxing her back against his chest. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Harry embraced her tighter and leaned down so that his lips were close to her ear.

“Gotta put a pretty ring on it first though, hm?”

I hope you guys enjoyed this glimpse into Harry and Ophelia’s life after AIEW! I plan to write more about these two because I just love them so much, so stay tuned!

Till next time x

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles writings #harry styles fluff

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reasonablywittyatbest · 2 years

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So when I moved into my current place in April and i realized that this neighborhood was absolutely lousy with cats, outdoor cats, stray cats, feral cats, i was like, oh, I'm going to feed the fuck out of these cats. And I do!

One day i casually mentioned to nuy landlord that i was feeding the stray cats and she was line, oooh make sure you feed the ginger one he's sooo skinny. And I was like of course! And fittingly it was later that day i mey Gingy for the first time.

Well I say met, but well.

I did however meet him one morning while waking through the garden not long after!!

He was a tad standoff-ish, but not too much and definitely not feral.

Also very clearly male. Think of that bar as a censorship bar lol. But he wouldn't let me pet him so, i devised a plan. Which was simply carry cat treats in my purse for easy wooing. And you know what? It was quite effective.

We communed several times by my car, me luring him out with treats.

Big success!!

But this week was the most exciting. On Wednesday i went out to put out the cat food and he was sitting on the landing going up to my apartment and he ran away at first but i used kitty voice and food shake on him and he came back. Now this was the first time he'd ever seen me putting out the food. And you could literally see his brain doing the math.

Kitty calculus.

Once he put two and two together and realized that the nice one with the treats and the one that's been feeding him were one and the same he literally charged at me and DEMANDED to be pet.

And so i sat there for nearly twenty minutes before he even was interested in eating.

He's such a special boy, and weirdly incredibly muscular. My ultimate goal that I've been leading up to has basically been get him to the point i can get him in a box and to the shelter. Once they take care of the ear mites, and what ever else may be going on, he's going to be so adoptable.

He likes other cats, he's super affectionate, he's fucking adorable. Id adopt the fuck out of him if i could in any way afford another cat.

Anyways, that's the story of Gingy, the cat i named that so i wouldn't get too attached which failed miserably.

#cats #animals #My cats #Gingy

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lunagojo · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne (Arkhamverse ) dating the female inosuke (would they be a good motherly figure to the Robins? )

and him going yes I take that one my lovely feral wife that doesn't need money to be happy only acorns and her bore mask

I love your work so much your work is addicting like looking in the gojos eyes 💞

a/n: Ooooh interesting request! I will do my best! I hope you enjoy and thank you very much for your patience <3

Arkhamverse!Bruce Wayne w/ a S/O That is Like Inosuke

How did you two even find each other? Lol, well...

You suddenly leapt into the fray when Bruce was outnumbered, fighting some of Joker's goons

You took care of them all in a matter of moments and even the stoic Bruce was like "...?!"

Though to be honest, Bruce was just like "Great, another vigilante to deal with" and tried to just ignore you and move on (after all, you weren't exactly doing anything wrong, and you did end up helping him out, though he was hesitant to admit to that last part)

But...you kept appearing

It got to a point where he finally was like "Ok who the f are you and why are you interfering with my job"

When you simply expressed your desire to be the strongest, he canted his head and responded with a grunt

What did that grunt mean? Honestly it's probably Brucespeak for "Okay well fine fair enough"

From that point on it was rare to not see you together, fighting crime

Bruce wanted to get rid of you at first, he didn't want to see you get hurt and end up like Jason, but it was abundantly clear that you were there to stay

And he had to admit...he was kinda fond of you after awhile

Your enthusiasm and indomitable spirit was admirable to him, and you did lighten the mood after certain grim circumstances

He eventually got comfortable enough with you and trusted you enough to tell you his true identity

The Robins actually loved you, they were very protective of you and you of them (well Dick and Tim were, Jason just kinda...ignored you)

Bruce also gave you access to Oracle so she could also help you if you needed it

When Bruce was asked by the press if he was pursuing a relationship with anyone, he just kind of froze up and changed the subject, though his mind did go to you

He appreciated how you just wanted to spend time with him and didn't want him for his money or his looks. I mean, you got to know him as Batman first, so you didn't know who he really was to begin with

When he did eventually tell you his identity, he was worried that your opinion of him would change, that you would act differently around him, but you didn't

...In his desk drawer at Wayne Enterprises he has a collection of all the little trinkets and such you've gifted him, acorns (how did you find acorns in Gotham??? He doesn't know), bottle caps, shiny rocks, etc.

He finds it adorable that you think of him and give him these simple little gifts, they mean much more to him than any expensive gift

After all, he already has everything, he could get anything he wanted, who would've guessed that this sort of thing would be more valuable to him than any of his possessions?

If anything happened to you he would go ballistic

Your love for each other was kind of an unspoken thing between you two, you just sort of knew

Tim, Dick, and Barbara rib Bruce constantly because of your relationship, asking him when he's going to propose

Alfred doesn't exactly appreciate the messes you make in Wayne Manor, but he does appreciate you for the fact that you make Bruce happy (it's all he's ever wanted for him T_T)

Even though Bruce kind of keeps your relationship away from the public eye, he doesn't know what he'd do without you

It's been a long time since he's been this happy ;w;

#this turned out so dang cute #thank you for the request! <3 #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman #bruce wayne

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closingwaters · 11 months

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PARTIES: @itzbridiebitch @closingwaters

TIMING: Last Week

SUMMARY: Bridie is having fun making someone dance for her, and Teagan joins in to make the fun a little bloodier.

WARNINGS: Talks of torture

There was simply nothing Bridie hated more than assholes. Unfortunately, in her line of work, they always seemed to find their way into her club and make other peoples nights miserable.

Fortunately, she had ways to deal with these things.

Chad (at least, she assumed his name was Chad. No one who was as much of a jerk had a name that didn’t sound like something out of a stereotypical frat house) had been a fucking menace all evening. And not in the cute endearing way. After watching him absolutely kill the vibe for so many poor people just trying to enjoy their evenings, she decided she’d had enough. So Bridie did what Bridie did best.

And that was how she’d gotten there. In the dark corner of they alley outside, a wicked, feral gleam of a smile on her face, watching into the twentieth straight minute that Chad had been dancing the Cotton Eye Joe. Bridie laughed as he stumbled over his own to feet, hopping back and forth like a man possessed. Well, not possessed. But definitely compelled. And she had no intentions on letting the man stop. “Pick up the pace, Chad, you’re falling off tempo.” The man’s face was a dazed, vacant smile, but he did as he was told.

She had been so lost in the reverie of watching her handywork, she hadn’t heard the footsteps. She saw a shadow on the ground beside her, and she spun around. “Oh hi! We’re um. Just having a little outdoor dance party! See?”

Wicked’s Rest, as small as it was in comparison to other cities Teagan had been to, seemed so vast at night. Maybe it was the way certain things were able to trapeze around with no sun as a threat. Or maybe it was the fact that darkness was so vast and endless.

Regardless, Teagan didn’t mind. She adored the sun, the way it warmed her skin, but under the veil of Mother Night, her cousins—the lampade’s home, there was a kind of freedom that light didn’t bestow. Things were easier to cover. Much like the scene Teagan walked in on in that otherwise dismissable alleyway. She felt it before she laid eyes on it. The lovely and familiar buzz that crept into any fae’s skin when another was near.

“Hello,” The nix smiled devilishly, eyes scanning the fae woman in front of her. Given the way she was laughing and making the idiot dance for her, Teagan could only guess she was a faun. How fascinating it always was to watch a cousin in their element. “No need for that, lass,” Teagan stepped forward with a giggle. “Don’t you feel that buzzing? One of the family. You’re safe ‘round me.”

The skittishness of being caught red handed when she was in the process of a very amusing kill had temporarily eclipsed the little zip of electric, magical instinct that said the fae were close by. Bridie paused, taking in the little details of the other fae, trying to gauge just what they were. She couldn’t quite be certain. All Bridie knew was the smile on their face spoke of the fun kind of trouble that could be had.

“You took me by surprise, honey. I’m not used to an audience. Though I think Chad is deserving of an audience. Hey, Chad, babycakes, I think it’s time to switch songs. Time for the Cupid Shuffle!” Bridie was gleeful, snapping her hand to indicate an inaudible, imaginary change in songs. “I want those kicks nice and high, Chad!” Ignoring the man as he nearly split his jeans trying to kick his leg as high as he could, the faun turned back to the unidentified fae.

A wild, yet somehow warm smile crinkled the corners of her mouth. “I promise, I’m usually way better about noticing folks and saying hi to y’all. But this one has my full attention at the moment.” Or at least he did until a pretty new friend walked over. “What are you called?”

A devilish smile tugged on each side of Teagan’s lips. Oh how she missed partaking in mischievousness with her fellow fae. She couldn’t help herself, closing the distance and securing her own seat to a show of her new friend’s making. Her eyes danced between the one named Chad and whoever this faun was. Teagan thought she was pretty, gorgeous even.

Flashes of an evening filled with playing with the poor dwt who had the audacity to bother the fae danced in every flutter of thought. Teagan grazed her fingers down her companion’s arm, plucking her hand into her own. “My name is Teagan.” She placed a soft kiss on the back of the woman’s hand. “And you, darling? Who am I going to spend the evening with?”

Oh, Bridie liked that smile. That wicked, impish, playful smile. Like an agreement to revel in the maenad’s little games, whether they be bacchanalian delights, or treating an irksome mortal like the silly little plaything it could be.

Gentle fingers traced down the faun’s arm, and the wild smile on her face widened, her cheeks causing her eyes to crinkle. Warm lips brushed over the back of Bridie’s hand, a soft delighted hum catching in her throat as her focus shifted fully to the pretty fae before her. “Teagan is a pretty name,” The faun said, looking her new friend up and down. “It definitely suits you.” Twisting their hands so Teagan’s was on top, Bridie mirrored the gesture as she brought Teagan’s hand to her lips, brushing a gentle kiss over her knuckles. “You’re spending your night with someone called Bridie.”

It was such a delight to watch the gleam in Bridie’s eyes brighten. How could it not? Not only was she in her element, but she was being joined by a fellow fae. That always had a way of sparking even more fun. Personally, Teagan preferred a wetter and bloodier approach, but she could make due with what was in front of her. She was always rather good at adapting. Besides, if the toy proved to be boring, she could always focus on the faun.

“Bridie suits you as well.” Teagan dragged her finger along Bridie’s jaw, ending at her chin to tilt it upward. She leaned in, placing a small peck to the faun’s cheek before looking back at the dancing man. “What’s next for this lad? I like to make things a little bloody, but you’re the director. I’ll follow your lead.”

If Bridie had any concerns about her night being boring with the man slowly dancing himself to death in the alley, she was quickly being proven wrong with the sudden appearance of Teagan. She bit her lip as the fae titled her chin up and kissed her cheek. God, she missed partying with the fae.

“Ooh, that is an excellent question my pretty friend.” Her gaze shifted back to Chad. Ugh, Chad. “Death by line dance is usually a lengthy process. It’s endlessly entertaining, but I love to shake things up once in a while.” The faun cocked her head to the side, an eyebrow raised. “What’s your idea of a good time babes? I like seeing what other people find fun. I don’t mind a little mess, as long as it doesn’t get tied to this place,” she jerked her head toward the club. “It’s an all you can eat buffet in there, and I’m not about to jeopardize that.”

“Hmm…” Teagan tapped on her chin, looking around to find the best course of action. It was a pity they couldn’t make a mess. Spattering blood across the ground was always such a pretty sight. She hardly even minded the burn it caused her skin. The sensation excited her, even. Perhaps a change in scene was in order. If the two of them were going to have proper fun, they needed a secluded area where they could be carefree. The woods weren’t far off, Teagan didn’t think. And the fellow didn’t look terribly heavy in case things went sour.

First things first, though, the nix wanted a small taste of her new friend.

“Why don’t we venture to the woods then? Just a short walk.” Teagan leaned into Bridie, maneuvering around so her hands were on either side of the faun. Her lips found a soft piece of flesh on her neck, and she nipped at it gently, kissing it immediately before trailing up to meet Bridie’s lips with hers. “Then I can make that blood pour out of him with no worries at all.”

Bridie hummed along to nonexistent music as Teagan thought. She glanced over at Chad, stumbling his way through the ‘now kick’ section of the Cupid Shuffle. Poor bastard was in for a rough night. Well. Rough for him. Fun for them.

“A short walk to the woods,” Bridie echoed. Her breath hitched in her throat at the teeth that grazed the delicate skin of her neck before lips brushed over it in a kiss. Wide doe eyes watched carefully before fluttering shut as lips met hers. The supposed innocence her eyes may have portrayed was gone in an instant as the maenad chased after Teagan’s lips, pulling her back into a hungry kiss. “That sounds like a perfect plan. I think you should lead the way.”

Without hesitation, Teagan took Bridie’s hand, beckoning Chad to follow with the other. It all felt so familiar, so innate and easy to fall into such a role. As if the fae had known each other for years and they were simply picking up where they left off. In some ways, that was true. Teagan believed in past lives, souls recognizing each other despite eons of time passing. Perhaps that was what was happening.

The very thought made her happy, relief filling her. Despite her efforts to isolate in her current form, there was comfort in knowing other versions of herself weren’t so terrified of connection. Bridie, be it as it may that she was fae, likely wouldn’t be a venture Teagan would pursue again. Or maybe she would. She’d been surprising herself lately with Leticia and Arden. Only time would tell, though.

“We’re here.” The trio sauntered into a woody clearing, a perfect place to splay blood any way they wished. “Now Chad, why don’t you continue to give us two a show while I tend to Miss Bridie a little longer?” Teagan waved Chad off, pulling Bridie into her as she retrieved a small blade from beneath her shirt. She brandished it for Bridie to see, kissing the faun deeply with a giggle. “Think we can manage a thousand cuts on the lad?”

Hands laced together, the faun practically skipped alongside the other fae. She still wasn’t quite certain what kind of fae Teagan was, but Bridie knew with their kind, like called out to like. That buzz of familiarity that let them know they were safe, that they were with their own kind- feeling that was like another fae calling out and saying I am here, there you are. It had always been a comfort to the faun.

It had been far too long since she’d found herself in the comfort of the woods. Bridie let go of Teagan’s hand a moment as she twirled in the moonlight, taking in a deep breath. She delighted in watching the other fae give the man orders. “High kicks, Chad. High kicks!” She demanded as Teagan made her way back to her.

Bridie’s eyebrows raised as the knife gleamed in the moonlight. She wriggled her eyebrows a moment before Teagan pulled her in a deep kiss. The maenad tangled a hand in the other woman’s hair before she pulled herself away to take in the knife. She ran a delicate finger along the blade, careful not to hurt herself. “That’s a great song. But I think we can manage a thousand and one at least.” She’d lowered her head to the fae’s neck, nibbling at the skin below her ear. “What do you think?”

How could anyone focus with their skin buzzing and Bridie’s insatiable nature? She was just as hungry as Teagan was—maybe hungrier. The Vite at her neck did nothing to help the nix’s focus, but with the help of her self-restraint, she got her mind to dedicate itself to another source of fun.

Right. Chad. A thousand and one cuts.

Teagan leaned into Bridie one last time, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She grinned, the expression far too soft for the violent nature of her next action. “We can go as high as we want, dearie.” Teagan made the first cut on Chad’s shoulder, the laceration small and seemingly inconsequential. A thousand more and how would that feel? It certainly had to break that empty smile of his, didn’t it? Guess they’d have to see.

“How about you take the next few, lass? Love watching a woman have her fun. Show me what you can do.” Teagan chuckled as she flipped the knife, catching the blade to hand it over to Bridie. “Or should we do it together? Lady’s choice.”

This was becoming a habit with Bridie. Following people down rabbit holes of their darkest desires. There wasn’t even euphoria to feast on. Not among her fellow fae. No, this was just for the other fae’s enjoyment. Well. Teagan’s enjoyment, and Bridie’s enjoyment, and Bridie’s determination to not have a fucking creep bothering her patrons.

She studied the knife, her eyes trailing up from the tip of the blade, up the arm that held it, and finally to Teagan’s face. The faun’s tongue flicked out as she licked her lips, her eyes continuing to flicker over the woman.

“Hmm,” the hum rumbled in her chest as she pretended to contemplate her options. “Maybe you teach me? Show me how it’s done?” She batted wide, doe like eyes at the woman in a manner that was anything but innocent. “Doing it together just sounds like so much more fun.”

Wicked’s Rest was just so full of surprises. With so many things to be found, the town a beautiful beacon for people like Bridie and Teagan. The nix had found a faun, and in turn, she discovered that most of everything she wanted or needed was there. With a smile, Teagan pulled Bridie in, eyes closed and foreheads connecting a final time before letting herself fall into night of fun the fae had planned.

“I’ll teach you.” Teagan nodded, wrapping her hand around Bridie’s wrist to guide it. “We’ll have all the fun together.” Another kiss, and she pulled away, the faun in tow. Another slice, and Teagan chuckled, her heart full. Another fae found, and she was home.

#wickedswriting #writings #waving words #c: bridie #bridie and teagan #torture tw

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explosivenebula · 3 years

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Heyyo! I saw some of your request posts and they look awesome! If your requests are open, I wanted to request something for Kirishima! We all know he is a big loveable dork who isn't inherently violent BUT I was wondering if you could do the first time Kirishima lost his shit on Mineta when Mineta tries to make advances on his S/O? I know it's weird but I love protective and angry feral Kirishima. I hope this is okay and I hooe you have an amazing day or night!😁

Yes! I love this so much, protective Kiri is adorable! Hope you like this post!

MASTERLIST

‘When Kirishima Snaps’ Kirishima x Fem!reader SCENARIO {REQUEST}

PAIRINGS: Kirishima x reader

WARNINGS: none

SCENARIO: Mineta approaches you once again with his crude language and unnecessary proposals. Kirishima gives a firm impression that he’s not happy, but finally snaps when Mineta refuses to cease his advances, and takes things too far.

If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender-neutral reader/perspective unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)

🌸Explosive Nebula 爆発性星雲🌸

- 07.02.2021 -

“Oh my god, will you ever shut up?”

You groaned lightly, looking down in disgust at the perverted classmate rubbing his hands together in anticipation and reaching for the bottom of your uniform. “All I’m saying is you deserve better, I know how to make you feel good.”

Before you could part your lips to shoot back a repulsed reply, you felt calloused hands squeeze your shoulders softly, earning an immediate and thankful hum to echo from your chest. The grateful appearance of your boyfriend was short lived however when his eyes landed on Mineta, causing him to swallow harshly in avoiding saying anything he assumed he would regret later.

“Leave her alone, man. She doesn’t belong to you, or anyone for that matter. Shut up about it, okay?” You sighed, deepening the frown you had managed to plaster on your face. “Eiji, it’s fine. I can handle it.”

The annoyed red head simply shook his head, suppressing a huff. “No, it’s not fine. I’m sick of him harassing you and the other girls.” Soft hands left your side and trailed over his arm, pulling him away from the smaller male’s smug figure. “It’s not worth it, please.”

The small argument begun to draw the attention of an otherwise careless Bakugou sitting a few metres away, his feet kicked up on the table, as well as Midoriya and Todoroki, the two focused on Yaoyorozu’s study notes from the day’s class. “Shitty hair has a point, dumbass. That useless extra needs to be taught a fucking lesson.”

Mina clutched the hem of her jumper, watching the three as they looked on with semi-amused features. “You two...should we really be fighting over this? Mineta’s a scumbag, I get it, but you shouldn’t give him this attention.” You nodded in agreeance, the two of you ignoring Mineta’s cries of protest at the insults. “She’s right, Eijirou. We should leave it alone, he’ll only pressure you more.”

Your boyfriend shared a hesitant look between Mineta and you before sighing in defeat, accepting your request. “Fine, but...” He trailed off, swivelling to face the opposite direction before glaring down at his hated classmate. “Touch her, talk to her, or even look in her direction, or any of the other girls again, and I’ll make sure you don’t last the day.”

A small snicker erupted from his ash blonde friend, Bakugou hiding the fact he was slightly impressed with Kirishima’s direct threat. Although, nothing would match how the red head would react to the unknowingly close event of Mineta inevitably making the same direct mistake.

“Whatever. You couldn't please her as well as me, though. I mean, just look at her. Do you really know wat you’re doing with a woman like that? You only have to look at those well preserved-”

Kaminari clasped his hand over the smaller males mouth before he could continue any further, but the damage had already been done. Kirishima swivelled around, his jaw tightening before a low growl left his stiff throat. “What the hell did you just say?”

He couldn’t help himself. You bit your lip, the thoughts swirling in your mind. The rest of the class seated in the open common area watched on in shock, not sure whether to intervene or not. Sure, they didn’t want Kirishima doing something he may regret, but Minta deserved everything that was coming for him.

You could practically feel the anger swimming of Kirishma’s body, pooling in the back of his mind as his eyes narrowed and set on the smaller male. Mineta simply shrugged, trying not to show his shivering hands. “I said, I can’t imagine how you ever know what you’re doing.”

Kaminari cringed, a tensions' silence falling over the room. Nobody dared breath or move a single muscle, afraid they’d cause an outburst of emotions early. You bit down on your tongue, trying to relieve some of the nervousness and worried feelings building butterflies in your stomach. Kirishima had never acted this way before, it was almost...scary.

It wasn’t long before the redhead opened his mouth and begun yelling, his words laced with venom that dripped and dried in the exposed stale air. “How the hell do you even call yourself a hero or a man, huh?! Don’t you ever talk about her that way again! You should have learned some fucking human decency before you were even accepted into this place through pity points!”

Kirishima seethed, a knot tightening in your chest at hearing his crude words. He had never acted this way before, something within his mind had clearly snapped, and he was ready for a fight. “Eijiro, please.” You begged him, gripping his bicep and digging your nails into his skin, just enough to snap his attention away from Mineta, who was being gripped by the collar of his shirt and lifted away by Shoji.

But the small male gave a smug smirk and reached his hand out, being close enough just to allow his fingertips to brush along the curve of your ass, before reaching down and squeezing the flesh in his palm. You gasped at the feeling and yelped, stepping forward into Kirishima’s chest.

Your eyes widened when a soft growl echoed in your ears, the red head’s grip tightening around your shoulders before pushing you aside.

“Wait, Eiji!” Before you could muster enough strength to pull him back he had lurched forward, his quirk causing him to harden his fist. Mina’s eyes widened and she cried out, jumping backwards to avoid being caught up in the confrontation. “Please! Izuku!” You cried out to the shocked boy staring at your boyfriends aggressive behaviour, his eyes quickly flickering towards you and Mineta. He snapped from the trance and jumped at your voice, making quick work to grip Kirishima’s arm and pull him back, quickly being aided by Todoroki.

As Kirishima was eventually pulled away you managed to get a small glance at Mineta, your eyes narrowing as you did so. He had a small gash on his cheek, obviously from where Kirishima had attempted to punch him, but only grazed his skin with a hardened hand.

In that moment, all you could do was swallow your saliva and look away, a small pang of fear gnawing at your heart. You hated seeing your boyfriend in such a wild rage, it scared you, to say the least. “Eijiro...” You trailed off, your tone slightly shaky and laced with worry. The red head gave a shaky scoff, ripping his eyes away from the commotion to catch a small glimpse of the scared expression lacing your features.

You heard a soft line of laughter coming from behind you and rolled your eyes, immediately recognising the husky voice. You shot a glare at the explosive ash blonde, causing him to shrug his shoulders and sink deeper into the leather chair. “For someone who hates being out here, you’re sure enjoying this.” You mumbled lowly, turning your attention back to Kirishima.

Your boyfriend sighed heavily, his eyes staring into yours. You could just make out a hint of regret in his shining irises. “I’m telling you, it’s not worth it. Please. Don’t start something over him.” He begun to speak once more but you cut him off, already seeing he was beginning to protest. “Stop it. You can’t do anything, not now. Just Ignore him, okay?”

Kirishima bit his lip, shaking his head and looking towards you. “I know, I’m sorry, it’s just...” You felt his arms wrap themselves delicately around your waist, squeezing you tightly. “It’s fine, you don’t have to explain, I understand.” He squeezed you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “No, but I do have to apologise. I-”

He chocked back soft tears, afraid of looking at you after causing such a scene. “I scared you, I know I did. I’m sorry, no man should ever do that to anyone, especially you.” You sniffled softly, nodding your head. “Yeah, you did scare me, but it’s fine, okay? I understand why, you couldn’t help what you did. Listen to me.”

You placed your hands to rest on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks gently and pulling him down to meet your lips, hot breath ghosting over his skin before planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I love you, alright? You don’t have to start fights over vermin like that, trust me, I’m okay. I love you more than anything, Kiri.”

He gave a gentle smile, kissing you softly and resting his chin on your shoulder, sighing contently. “I love you too.”

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Posted 07.04.2021

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blzzrdstryr · 3 years

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Alone together

Yandere!Dainsleif x gn!reader

Wordcount: 2011

CW: Yandere themes, stalking, possessive behavior, PTSD

Khaenri’ah burns. Skies turn red, as tall pillars of smoke arise in the place of ruined towers. People cry and beg and scream.

“Ah, [First] , you came to help” Lisa greets you, waking up from her half-slumbering state: “Welcome, welcome. I already made some tea for you, just let me”. The librarian stretches and yawns akin to a cat, after she stands up from the counter, flashing you one of her charming smiles afterwards: “Go and fetch it. We will work after the tea”.

Something in her voice leaves no room for argument, so you sit at the offered table, eyes immediately shifting to the nearby window, mostly out of habit. Skies are blue and clear, buildings are whole and steady, people are laughing and cheering outside. It’s a sight that brings you heartache and comfort at the same time - no one should be subjected to what you had to live through, whether they worship the seven or not.

“And here it is”, the witch says, holding a tray with a steaming teapot, cups and a plate of cupcakes resting on top of it. The next fifteen minutes are spent drinking and carelessly chatting about everything and nothing in particular: Lisa is an excellent company, adept at maintaining the conversation interesting and atmosphere comfortable, her wide array of knowledge and keen intellect keeping you on your toes throughout the exchange despite the advantage of experience you happen to possess.

The brief tea party is then followed by the shared work of deciphering ancient documents, the librarian sometimes turns to you asking for the meaning of one word or another - most of the texts are written in Khaenri’ahn or archaic forms of the modern languages.

She doesn’t pry why you happen to possess such intrinsic knowledge on the long dead language, nor does she ask anything about your star-shaped pupils - she must have seen the descendants of your compatriots, then. You know there live at least two - one with tan skin and a warm smile that never reaches his cold eyes and a blonde youth with the powers of khemia rolling under his palms. There’s no courage to approach them.

You in turn share Khaenri’ah’s greatest legacy - knowledge and science that helped your nation to outpace the deities and turn them against you. It’s a nice feeling - making sure that the thing your people cherished the most will not be forgotten, even if it’s given to archon worshippers. Five centuries ago the thought of educating Teyvatians would be laughable to you - there’s no use in it, they will continue to believe in their gods - you would dismiss it, but now nationless you have no choice but to do it - it’s the only way to keep the products of your people alive. To keep the memory of your people alive.

Khaenri’ah burns. You run across the collapsing city, eyes growing wider as you see people slowly morphing into something. It’s bestial and feral, primitive. Your breath hitches, you want to scream.

“[First]?”, it’s Lisa again, she lightly taps your shoulder, a hint of concern creeps into her voice

“Ah? Everything is fine, I just zoned off” you reply, too quickly and too strained to be believable. Who could have known that even after five hundred years the flashbacks of what happened on that day will still haunt you? They trail your thoughts like determined hounds, sneaking up on you in the most inopportune times. One moment you are talking to someone, the second you relive the fall of Khaenri’ah. The memory feels too real to be a fantasy, leaving your thoughts messy, anxious and disordered, as you shake and try to calm yourself.

“Are you sure?”, she stands up from her seat and makes a couple of quick steps to you, taking a good look at your face: you must look horrible, you think, those episodes always leave you panting and on the verge of panic.

“Maybe we should continue tomorrow, there’s no use in haste, it’s not like our documents will run away”, Lisa continues, massaging circles into your shoulder - her hand is warm and comforting, grounding. You want to thank her for this - the understanding tone and the way she caresses you right now, helping you to keep the link with reality, but the words get stuck in your throat - it’s too much and too scary, to admit what just has happened not only to her, but to yourself too.

“Yes”, you finally force out of yourself, nodding along the way: “it would be for the better”. Your voice is still too tense and strained, filled with the grief for the people and places long past, but Lisa, to your relief, doesn’t point out any of it. You quickly gather your belongings and leave the library, almost forgetting to bid a farewell to the witch as you exit.

The sun begins to set as you make your way to the rented house, it’s small and nondescript, a complete opposite of the one you had in Liyue. You used to work as a scholar in the harbor before He found you again - you fled your spacious and cozy apartments in less than a day, leaving almost all of your possessions behind.

The thoughts of what had happened still buzz in your mind - you want to scream and cry, you want to vent to someone, but the words you will utter will be in pure khaenri’ahn they won’t understand you.

You think of finally approaching that star-eyed cavalry captain, Kaeya, maybe he saw what you witnessed too. You think of Albedo, who carries the same energy all khaenri’ahn constructs do. You want to ask him about his creator, you want to talk with him about Khemia. You think of Barbatos who wears the form of the cheerful bard, you want to accuse and scream and hit him.

You do nothing as the power leaves your body the same second - it’s scary, so scary to verbalize that, to talk and share and relive, and approaching any of those three means doing exactly so.

You stay inside instead, calming your beating heart and kicking out intrusive thoughts, and only when your pulse returns to the norm you allow yourself to finally stand up. The world is shaky and unreliable, but some things stay the same. Your room for example - you have a habit of leaving things in specific places, as a way to keep you grounded. There’s a comfort in familiarity - the one you desperately need.

Your eyes shift from one object to the other, until they stumble across something that sends your heart racing again. The cup you use is shifted by a couple of inches, facing you by the opposite side, there’s a flower and a note lying beside it. The words are in khaenri’ahn, the handwriting is familiar too.

Khaenri’ah burns. Your lungs do too from the sheer overexertion and fatigue, but you keep pushing further and further - you can’t give up yet, not when He needs you. A name forms on your lips.

Thousand of thoughts form in your mind, they’re panicked, fast and disjointed - flee again, cut and dye your hair, change the name too - you can start over in Inazuma again, it’s a closed country, so if you will manage to get in, it will be harder for him to track you again.

Who are you kidding?

Unlike you, he has a core of steel, an unwavering determination to settle things his way or die trying - be it opposing Celestia or gaining you. It was always like that, with the Twilight sword being stubborn to a fault - he never budged or surrendered, not when Khaenri’ah was still proudly standing, and not now, when there’s nothing but the charred remains of your homeland.

You met him when you got accepted into the Royal order, where a Konungr paired you with Him. The twilight sword was unrelenting in his pursuits even then, a trait that you both admired and feared in equal volume. The collapse of your nation only worsened this quality - if back then he was striving to supervise and oversee everything, then the tragedy exacerbated his controlling tendencies even further.

You were travelling together for the first fifty years after the fall, both affected by the same curse, as he started getting possessive. It began in innocuous things: asking where you were, what you were doing, you didn’t pay much attention back then, celestial wrath still fresh in your memory - he was just cautious you told yourself, it’s a safety measure.

But then these safety measures grew from simply inquiring about your day to accompanying you almost everywhere, and then it all culminated in Him locking you up, to keep you away from leaving.

You escaped then, and avoided him ever since, departing your residence the second you caught the wind of his possible proximity. Years turned into decades that later morphed into centuries, and you began to grow lax - he was getting closer and closer to you with each turn. The first time you had a suspicion of him being near you packed your things the same second and spent countless days traversing the land by hidden passageways, careful not to leave any traces, and now, now you still sit in your house, despite having evidence of him knowing where you are.

Maybe you grew tired of the cat and mouse game, maybe you just accepted that your recapture is inevitable and all your little escapes do nothing, but set it off for a couple of months, or maybe you’re just that lonely. It doesn’t matter, really, as you make no attempt to do anything - it’s useless, he already knows your location.

Khaenri’ah burns. You cry and you hate yourself - for weakness, for helplessness, for still being alive and sane. He stays near you as a silent shadow, his blue eyes shifting from your crying face to the wreckage of the city. There are no words shared between you that day - you’re crushed and empty, yet bare and aching at the same time.

“Dainsleif”, you greet him, once you hear the squeak of the opening door. He doesn’t look that different from five hundred years ago, but now his eyes are both more tired and alive with fervent light.

“[First]”, he simply replies, your name rolling off his tongue like a prayer - there’s adoration and worship in his tone. He almost falls to his knees, as he takes your hands in his, capturing them in a steel trap.

“[First], I finally have you, [first]”, he murmurs, bringing your palm to his face. You don’t resist him, knowing it’s futile. His skin feels just like all those years ago - rough and dry, weathered down by the demanding lifestyle he leads. He gives a shy peck to your inner wrist, blue eyes intently watching you as he does so.

“Long time no see, Dain”, you start, trying to diffuse the tension in the air, as he grabs you by the chin and forces you into a kiss. He kisses with the desperation of a dying person, one of his hands firmly holding your head, the other starts to explore your body. It feels obscene. You are lightheaded, when he finally parts and hugs you again, still chanting “[First]” over and over again.

You allow him this liberty too, feeling a prick of pity in your heart. You know what it is - to be the sole survivor, too see your own people crumble and fall and transform. You know that he returns to that place again and again, reliving the same moment against his will. You know that he gasps and shivers when the memories get too real and overwhelming.

You both are children of the fallen nation, and there's no person in the world who could understand you better than he does. Maybe, you shouldn't have run, you think, listening to Dainsleif speak in Khaenri’ahn. There's a chain of connection between you two, it's unbreakable, forged in shared losses, tears and pain.

Khaenri’ah burns. It burns in both of you.

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fernweh-writes · 3 years

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You could ask my question, if possible, of course. With the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) with her beloved looking innocent and even angelic, but she is extremely jealous and possessive when a victim or survivor flirts with her slachers to the point of saying something in context: " he is mine !!" (while the reader embraces Slachers). What would be the reaction of the slachers, about the corpotamento of his beloved?

I don’t write for Jason, sorry but I can definitely do the rest. Since I don’t write for many slashers, with requests like this one I usually do a little snippet for all of the slashers I do write for. But I like this idea a lot so without further ado…

P.S. this took me so much longer than I expected, I definitely got a little invested in these lol. I left out Thomas and Jesse but I may go back and add them at a later time idk yet.

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Possessive S/O

Michael Meyers

Your innocent and kind nature would be one of the things that made Michael interested in you. You were the first person to take the time to actually figure him out rather than checking him off as Evil™️ and treating him as such. He also likes the fact that he can easily make you flustered, it feeds his need for control. Knowing that he can simply press himself against you and leave you blushing both pleases and amuses him.

We all know that Michael is very possessive. He often stalks you while you’re at work or out in town running errands. At this point, it’s no longer because he feels the need to be predatory, he’s just making sure that what’s his is safe from any harm.

One night you had decided to go out with a few friends, which Michael wasn’t very excited about, but eventually he allowed it. It was one of those busy clubs/bars that had opened recently, so of course the place was crowded. This left Michael with no choice but to ditch the mask while he followed you, another thing he wasn’t happy about.

He ended up sitting on the other side of the place by himself with his eyes glued to you. He didn’t like you being around so many people. Michael was so focused on watching you that he had barely even noticed the woman walk up and make herself cozy in the seat opposite of him. Now his attention was on her while she grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, pushing her cleavage together to make it more apparent in her already low cut dress.

Michael could’ve sworn that you had teleported, after all he had only take his eyes off of you for a second. Now you had your arms wrapped around him with your head resting on his neck. “Can we help you,” you asked the girl in front of you. Michael had never heard your voice sound so cold.

The girl began to twirl her hair, not deterred by the fact that you were running your hands over Michael. “I was just wondering what such a handsome man was doing here all by himself,” she purred. She attempted to reach forward and grab his hand but you were quick to smack it away before Michael could even move.

“He’s not here by himself he’s with me. And if I were you I would keep your hands to yourself and away from what’s mine.” After you said that it didn’t take long for Michael to drag you back home. To him it was your way of saying that you were in fact a permanent part of Michaels life. Plus you threatening someone when you’re usually so polite was a change of pace that left Michael wanting. You can definitely expect the girl to turn up missing on the news soon after that night as well.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms adored your innocence and kindness. You never hesitated to follow the rules and care for him, which is why he kept you around. After all he needs a nanny that is actually going to take care of him. Brahms also had an easy time revealing himself to you since after the initial shock of it all you were delighted to find out you weren’t being haunted and that you weren’t in a huge countryside mansion all by yourself.

Seeing as Brahms is a major introvert and goes absolutely feral if there’s someone new in his house that he hasn’t allowed you usually have nothing to worry about. However, suppose something happens where Malcolm has to leave for a few weeks, meaning that a new girl is assigned to deliver the groceries until Malcolm returns.

You were in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for lunch when she arrived for the first time. You had to admit that she was pretty, she was tall and athletic looking with perfect curls. It was hard for you to not notice that she was blonde, Brahms had a thing for blondes…

“So Malcolm told me that Brahms isn’t dead or a ghost, is that right?” You didn’t like the fact Malcolm had told this random girl about Brahms but you muttered in agreement anyways. She helped you put up the rest of the groceries in silence, not speaking again until she had opened the door to leave. “So is he hot? Usually people with this much money that aren’t old are always hot. If he is I might just have to stick around for a little while longer.”

That struck a nerve. “He’s not available,” you said sharply and she faltered. “What do you mean?” It was easy to tell she hadn’t expected that kind of answer, much less the attitude you had suddenly adopted. “He isn’t single. So although he is hot, trust me, I would know, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” She quickly apologized and left, slamming the door shut behind her. You could also hear Brahms moving around in the walls nearby, letting you know he must have heard everything.

Shortly after you found Brahms wrapped around you while you finished making lunch. “So now I’m yours hmm?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, one hand finding it’s way into his hair. After pulling away you told him, “You’ve always been mine Brahmsy. My good boy.” He let out a small whine at your praise, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

You were Vincent’s muse. He absolutely adored you from the way you acted to the way you looked. To him there was no aspect of you that wasn’t perfect. In other words he was absolutely obsessed with you. After all, you did take care of him and even helped Bo keep Ambrose up and running.

It’s no secret that Vincent was shy, but he was definitely intimidating as well. So you knew that the girl in front of him that was doing a terrible job of flirting was only doing so in a poor attempt to make it out alive. Still, watching her twirl her hair and smile at him made something inside of you snap.

“Come on handsome, you got to want some kind of company. I’m sure you’re so lonely here all by yourself… I could help with that.” She attempted to touch his chest but you grabbed her before she could. “Sorry,” you told her as you held both of her arms behind her back, “he already has someone keeping his bed warm. Didn’t your mother ever to tell you not to touch things that belong to other people?”

Vincent made quick work of knocking the girl out and carrying her down to the workshop. However, after dwelling on the thought he decided to just let Lester dispose of her body. He didn’t want to make you angry by turning her into a permanent wax figure for the town. Doesn’t mean that he won’t allow her to regain consciousness before killing her though, after all she needs to know her place.

Later on Vincent will make sure you never forget that he is yours the same way that you’re his. You can probably expect to have some trouble moving around the next day as well.

Bo Sinclair

Everyone knows that Bo is a major flirt. He enjoys watching the girls throw themselves at him, he just blames it on his “southern charm.” Although, he usually keeps you safely tucked up into the house whenever victims stumble into town. After all, “I can’t have my sweet angel in harms way now, can I?”

You never dwelled on how Bo dealt with victims, that was his business. Sure he had flirted with you a lot when you first showed up. Even now he was heavy on flirting and making inappropriate comments all the time. It was one of the things that made him Bo after all. So walking into his shop unaware of the newest batch of victims in town was a shock for you. Well not so much the victim part, it was finding Bo flirting with the girl leaning over the counter to display her cleavage that pissed you off.

She was smiling and blushing like she had a high school crush on the man in front of her. Not to mention Bo was unashamedly staring at everything she was flaunting. So yeah you were pissed, especially since he didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You quickly remembered the lunch you were holding in your hand, your reason for coming down here, and decided to use it to your advantage.

Instead of saying anything you just walked up behind him, setting his lunch on the counter right in front of the girl, effectively blocking his view of her boobs before wrapping your arms around him. Bo still didn’t shut up and acknowledge you so you decided to interrupt. “I brought you lunch baby.” The use of a pet name quickly made the girl Bo was flirting with falter.

“Oh, uhm, is this your girlfriend or something?” Before Bo could jump in you answered her. “Or something, I guess you could say. After all, he is my husband.” You looked up at Bo with the most lovesick expression you could put on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss. One kiss turned to two, to three, to a whole make out session in front of the poor girl. Bo’s hands began to roam around your body as well, making sure to squeeze all of his favorite parts of you.

When the two of you broke apart the girl was gone but Bo didn’t seem to notice. He was still to busy feeling you up. “Have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re jealous? I’d never have guessed you had a possessive side to you angel.” You smiled knowing you now had his full attention, “Well surprise.”

He kissed you one more time, long and hard. “I promise we’ll continue this later up at the house. But right now I gotta go find that bitch n’ kill ‘er. You better be waitin’ on me when I get home darlin’.”

Billy Loomis

Billy was highly sought after by many girls due to his bad boy reputation. He always had girls throwing themselves at him wanting to be the one to fix him. You knew you didn’t have to worry, Billy wouldn’t leave you for someone else. He made it very clear that you were permanent. But still you couldn’t help but be irritated when they would flirt with him right in front of you.

You two were planning a movie night which meant a trip down to the video store. Apparently, Randy had the night off because some new girl was behind the counter. When the two of you first arrived she had been reading a magazine, not caring about the handful of people milling about. That was until she noticed Billy, not seeming to care that you were wrapped around his arm. She was watching him like a hawk.

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way she was staring down your boyfriend. Billy was observant and quickly noticed your discomfort. “Don’t worry about her babe, you know you’re the only person I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, “Now, do you want to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” You groaned, “Billy we’ve seen both of those movies a million times.” He smiled and held up Nightmare on Elm Street, “Well now we can watch this one and make it one million and one times.”

You rolled your eyes as he drug you to the checkout counter. The employee quickly perked up when she noticed Billy. “Will this be all for you hun?” She asked completely ignoring you. She didn’t even look down at what movie Billy had set on the counter before saying, “You have good taste, this is like one of my favorite movies ever. It’s a shame your little girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it though.”

“Cool, so who’s the main character?” You knew exactly what Billy was trying to do, elbowing him lightly. “Oh, uhm,” she finally looked down at the case, eyes lighting up, “oh, yeah it’s that really scarred dude!” Billy rolled his eyes, “No shit, what’s his name though.” You decided to have pity on the girl, “Ignore him, he’s a horror movie fanatic.” The girl mumbled, “Yeah no kidding.”

You smiled at Billy, using this as your chance to brag on the fact he’s yours. You knew him like no one else did. “He’s such a dork when it comes to the cinematography of these things but he’s my dork.” Billy hugged you from behind, “Yeah, whatever, you know you love me.”

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loved throwing huge parties at his house. He was well liked and well known so it wasn’t unusual for a lot of people to show up, many of which you didn’t even know. Because so many people knew Stu, it also meant that they knew his family was pretty wealthy. It was pretty common to find girls hitting on him and since Stu loved attention he was prone to playfully flirting back.

Usually you would hang out with your friends during these parties, not being big on socializing with new people. Most of the time you didn’t worry about Stu wandering off, he would always show up at your side again at some point. Half the time when he would reappear you would have to pry him back off of you. He could be quite handsy at times.

Now the party was winding down and mostly everyone left was on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. You excused yourself, and headed to the kitchen to get another drink. You froze when you saw a girl running her hands all over Stu, he wasn’t making any move to push her away. You decided to help him out with that.

“Do you need something,” you asked her as Stu wrapped himself around you. “Are you his girlfriend?” Stu laughed, hopping up onto the counter. He pulled you up onto his lap, “Yeah she is dude. Isn’t she hot?” The girl scoffed, “Don’t you think that she’s a little… beneath you, Stu?”

That set you off. “I think that slutty little bitches like you need to keep your dirty hands away from what’s mine.” The girl rolled her eyes before storming out of the kitchen. You hopped out of Stu’s lap and turned to face him. “If you let mother whore rub all up on you like that again so help me I will be the next one to commit a murder in this house. Understand?” Stu stopped smiling, his goofy personality faltering for a second. He then saluted, “Yes ma’am.” You nodded. “Good.”

Stu jumped down and threw you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp. “You look extra hot when you’re fighting over me babe.” He quickly climbed the stairs and you pounded against his back. “You’re going the wrong way, the movie is downstairs.” He made it quickly to the bedroom, throwing you down on the king size bed with a huge grin. “We can make our own movie babe. I don’t know about you but I’m thinking romance,” he rambled, crawling on top of you. “Rated R of course.”

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patchworkpuzzle · 3 years

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MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 2.6k

paring: Kirishima x f!Reader

warnings: lots of biting, marking, lots of dirt talk (like I went crazy it seems), like one spank, rough sex in general

authors note: um hi again. So I really liked how I did my gift to Emme and figured I would keep on that gift train and write a fic for another sweetheart Miss Moo! ( @eyebagsbutglam ) so I hope she likes it and hope all you guys do too!

“Ah! Eji please! Slow down!”

You whimpered out, clawing at Kirishima’s shoulders to help ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure that was being brought upon you. His hips that kept crashing down on your backside at an alarming rate was telling you that he had no intentions to listen to your cry any time soon.

He was ravenous.

He was like that the moment he walked through the door. You couldn’t quite understand why that was. Maybe it was a really long and tough day, maybe someday said something that irked him, or maybe he just simply wanted you so badly it hurt, and he just had to act on those urges the moment he saw you.

You would guess the latter with how hungerly he claimed your lips the moment you greeted him. And how he just kept devouring every part of you, barely letting you catch your breath or understand any reason as to why. And maybe that was his design. Maybe he just wanted to consume every part of you and wanted you to submit to that; willingly or not.

Kirishima would tell you later the reason why he was being so possessive. Why he was so feral with how he was making love to you right now; never letting up for even one second despite your pleas of a slight reprieve. To simply put, it all boiled down to being pent up.

Not sexually, no. The sex life he shared with you was very active and he certainly had no complaints whatsoever. No, it was a type of jealous rage that started within him as a slight simmer, and before long it boiled over and out of control.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the leers strange men would give you as you walked hand in hand on the street. Couldn’t take the sly comments his coworkers, fellow heroes mind you, would let slip passed whenever you would drop something off for him. And certainly, the line was drawn when one of your coworkers, some wannabe Don Jaun, put his arm around you at one of your office’s functions. The words he whispered, which Kirishima himself couldn’t hear, made you blush scarlet as you pushed him away playfully and gently chided him was all the proof that Kirishima needed. Your co-worker wanted you, and badly.

And that’s when everything bubbled over.

But Kirishima didn’t act on it right away. Oh no, he just simply chuckled along as he pulled you back to him. Never letting you go too far after that. He couldn’t blame you; it wasn’t your fault that you were so beautiful and so very lovely. That you had such a sweet presence to you, with a dazzling smile to match, that people couldn’t help to be drawn to.

It was what drew him to you after all. And he was so thankful for it everyday when he came home to you, kissed you honeyed lips, got to hear your sweet voice say his name. He got it, totally understood why people acted the way they did. It was just when people drew that line that made Kirishima want to show all of them who you belonged to.

And that was exactly what he was doing right now. The moment you got into arms reached his true colours were brought forth. One of his rough hands immediately went to the back of your head to pull you into a heated kiss, one that he dominated. His tongue entered your mouth when you gasped in surprise at the suddenness of it all.

His towering frame made it easy for him to trap you against the nearest wall, continuing his assault on your body in the ways he saw fit. Groping your chest through the fabric of your light cotton shirt, feeling your nipples get hard under his palms, as he slid a knee between your legs.

All you could do was whimper, breathlessly moan out when he pulled away from the kiss, as you tugged his hair harshly in one hand. The other held onto his shirt tightly to help keep you in reality. A loud yelp shot out your mouth as you felt a sharp pain at your shoulder, one so loud you covered your mouth.

That didn’t go over well, with Kirishima ripping your hand away with a growl and pushing on your core with more pressure as he stared into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, almost helpless as you felt your hips start to gyrate on his thigh. A shiver running down your spine at this new, more dominant, side of your boyfriend.

“Don’t you dare hide any sounds; you hear me?” Kirishima growled, the low timber to his voice was making your knees weak “I want to hear it all. Want them all to hear it.”

You nodded your head, swallowing thickly as you watched him lower his head again. Licking up the column on your neck before finding that weak spot by your ear and taking a bite. The sharp ache returned, only to turn dull and more bearable when his tongue soothed over the tender spot.

His sharp teeth mapped all over your neck and collar bone, leaving behind red angry marks; some that were already turning purple. No place left unmarked as he continued his downward track, ignoring your wobbly legs and whimpers as you tried to stay upright when he ripped the flimsy material of your shirt off of you to get to more of your chest.

Not even taking a breath, or allowing you to take one, before his assault continued onto your pert breasts. One nipple being bitten, and sucked harshly, before he moved to the next one. The neglected one would never be left alone, as his large hands would grope and tug. All ministries done to hear more of your broken moans.

And moan you did. You couldn’t help it. He was toying and playing with you so wonderfully, so roughly. The drastic change from how he would normally kiss and caress your skin was making your head dizzy. The rough pleasure, that almost bordered on pain, was something so divine that you couldn’t help but want more.

“Bedroom.” You whispered out, tugging his head up and away from your chest “Take me to the bedroom.”

It was a command, though it was masked so prettily that Kirishima couldn’t help but oblige. Lifting you up by your thighs, to force your legs to wrap around his waist. Kirishima wasted no time in rushing to your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and enjoying the squeal you let out when you bounced on the soft mattress.

“Come here, baby. Wanna mark those pretty legs of yours too” Kirishima licked his lips as he tugged on your legs. Pulling you to the end of the bed before ripping your jeans off your legs.

Your breath hitched as his lips tickled your ankle, watching a wicked smirk play across his handsome face as his eyes turn darker while gazing down at you; like a predator would with his prey. And you had no qualms being his prey as you leaned back on your elbows to watch him slowly make his way up the length of your leg.

Letting out little mewls of pleasure whenever he would nibble a spot before soothing the sore skin with his warm tongue. Your hips twitching in place, you were trying your hardest not to move so much but couldn’t help it. You were getting needy, wanting him to hurry up and touch you properly.

“Needy baby, aren’t you?” His dark chuckle accompanied by his fingers lightly brushing your soaked panties made you whine, hips trying to chase the fleeting touch for more.

“Please, need more!” You whine, lips unconsciously pouting as you lay fully down onto the bed “Want you to touch me more….”

“Such a good girl, aren’t you? Telling me what you want, want me to play with this pretty pussy, huh?” Kirishima spoke slowly, pulling your panties down your legs, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You mewled when you felt his fingers run up and down your folds, his other hand coming down to rest on your pelvis to keep you in place. Rough, thick fingers, slowly rubbing your clit before dipping down into your core. You let out a choked moan when you felt his fingers enter you. They were so thick, much thicker than yours, that you adored the stretch they provided to your gummy walls.

“Always so tight for me, aren’t you baby?” Kirishima groaned, pushing more on your pelvis as he sped up his motions. Enjoying the way you cried out and tried to move away from him “Such a perfect pussy, and it’s all mine isn’t it?”

You could only wail and the sudden onslaught of overwhelming pleasure of his digits positioning into you at an alarming rate. Your orgasm was being built up so quickly that you couldn’t think straight, eyes crossing and back arching as the coil was starting to break.

“Hey!” Kirishima pulled his fingers out, much to your disappointment as you sobbed out for him to not stop. A harsh smack was brought down on your thigh “When I ask you a question, you answer me, got it? And only good girls who act right get to cum.”

He brought his hand back to lightly run up and down your folds again, ignoring your clenching hole and you mewls that were asking for more. He rubbed on your clit lightly for a brief moment before pulling away entirely. Standing upright he threw his shirt over his head before he started unbuckling his belt.

“So, let's try that again.” Kirishima licked his lips at the sight of you looking up at him, doe-eyes looking so sweet and innocent as they tried not to stare at the tent that was now present in his jeans “This pussy is all mine, right? You’re all mine?”

You nodded your head, a meek little ‘yes’ escaping from your lips as you sat up to rub his bulge. Biting your lips as you looked back up at him, feeling yourself getting wetter at what was to come.

“All yours Eji, no one else’s” You whispered, bringing your hand higher to help him tug his jeans and boxers down.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Kirishima chided, moving your hand away from touching his weeping cock “Can’t wait any longer, gotta fuck my girl right now.”

You eagerly nodded your head as you quickly moved up the bed to nestle yourself in the pillows. Letting out a playful giggle when Kirishima followed suit, grabbing hold of her leg once more and kissing you knee before settling it up on his shoulder.

“Gonna fucking wreak you baby” He groaned, rubbing his blunt tip up and down your folds to coat it in your click juices.

You let out a mewl, that quickly turned into a groan, as you felt him enter you. The stretch was always too much no matter how much he prepped you, you just never were fully ready for his girthy cock. But that was why you loved it so much. You loved the burn and pleasurable pain his cock would do to you, how he would stretch you so wide to force your pussy into his shape.

“That’s it. Take all of it, good girl” Kirishima moaned, teeth grazing your calf by his head as he continued to push more of him into you. Trying to get it all to fit “Such a good girl for taking it all. Keep going….. yeah just like that!”

He let out a long-drawn-out groan when he finally bottomed out, gripping onto your thighs in a tight hold to help bring him down. He didn’t want to end the fun so soon, but God were you tight. You always were and it drove him crazy every time he entered you.

Your eyes were clenched as you held onto his shoulders, nails making small crescents into his skin as you tried to adjust. After a moment you felt his hand move in between your bodies, the other gripping at the pillow beside your head, as he rubbed small circles on your clit to try and get you to relax a little more.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He praised, his starting to rut slowly “There you, doing so good taking me in this tight cunt. Gonna start moving okay, so hold on tight.”

You barely had a moment to fully register what he said, or fully prepare yourself, when he pulled almost all the way out before slamming right back into you. Repeating the motion with increasing speed and strength that after only a few moments he was slamming down into you at a brutal pace. One so hard that your body kept moving up towards the headboard, and your upper thighs were starting to feel bruised by his punishing thrusts.

All you could do was hold on tight and scream out his name, to babble nonsense as his cock kept hitting your sweets spots at such an angle and speed that your eyes could barely stay focused. If it wasn’t for his constant praise, of him constantly telling you to “keep taking it, yeah keep taking this cock, keep screaming my name baby, let them all know who fucks you this good, no one else can fuck you like me”

It was the dirty talk, the constant filth that was coming from his mouth that made you go wild, made your cunt clench around him, made you gush again and again. And Kirishima knew it too. Along with his vigorous tight circles his thumb kept relentlessly spinning on your clit, the brutal slapping of his brutal hips crashing down into you that just pushed his cock deeper and deeper into you. And his thick cock bombarding your senses as it kept hitting your cervix, causing you to cry out constantly in pleasure even if your throat was getting sore.

“Gonna fuck you so its always in my shape, you would like that wouldn’t you? My cock hungry baby, look at how you scream for it. Am I fucking you stupid, huh? Fucking you so good that you can’t help but cream around my cock?” Kirishima asked through clenched teeth as he tried to hold on until after he felt you cum around him one more time “I know you do baby. Come on, cum around my cock again. I know you got one more in you.”

“S’too much!” You cried out, not bothering asking him to slow down as you knew your previous attempts were futile “Please, want you cum Eji!”

“You want my cum? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up?” Kirishima moaned when he felt you clench at his words, clearly it was getting to you more than he originally though “Come one baby, cum for me. Milk my cock with this tight pussy, come on!”

It only took a few more thrusts before your body was trembling and his hips were stuttering into you. You both cried out as you came crashing down, your gummy walls holding onto him so tight that it was making him whine, as your body convulsed with overstimulating pleasure.

He stayed buried deep within you as you both tried to catch your breath. Petting your hair gently and running a hand to run small soothing circles on your thigh to help you calm down. Once your breathing evened out, he reached under you to pull you up and to his chest.

“Come on, let's go run you a hot bath.” Kirishima whispered, carefully stepping off the bed “It’s what my girl deserves after being so good.”

All you could do was mumble into his neck as your head lulled gently along with his movements, too tired and blissed out to find, or want to find, your strength.

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Corruption Collab

A/n I am so excited to be a part of @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie Valentine’s collab! I haven’t done much writing in years and I was inspired by both of them.

Word Count: 2.5k

WARNINGS: *ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP* Edging, Overstimulation, Semi-public, slight degradation, master/pet play

You lay in bed, mind hazy and legs still shaking from the intense orgasms ripped from your body only a few minutes prior. Despite the dull ache in all your muscles, you can’t help but close your eyes in peace. You feel Tetsurou’s breathing slow as he drifts to sleep, and your mind begins to wander to how a new pair of panties led to the best Valentine’s day sex.

“Kitten… I don’t want to force you into this… I just thought… you know… it could be fun since you’ll be in class most of the day.” Your boyfriend hands you a small box. Taking it from him, you hesitate to open it. Tetsurou Kuroo is many things but being nervous around you is not one of them.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t until tomorrow master.” Your head cocks to the side as you untie the ribbon holding the box closed. Inside is a pair of black lace panties. At first glance, they seem to be a simple pair like you already owned. It wasn’t until you lifted them up that you heard the soft thud. A bullet vibrator falls into the box and suddenly it clicks. On his phone is an app that connects to the bullet, so he can not only turn it on or off, also but control the intensity and rhythm of it.

Being a scheming tease, this should not have come as a shock to you. You already knew your boyfriend loved to tease you to the point of tears, and you loved the power he held over you. You’re not even aware that you are smiling until you hear a low chuckle. “I take that adorable face you are making as a yes.”

Waking up to the sudden blasting of your alarm is not the ideal way to start your day, but the small note sitting on top of the panties brought a smile to your face. ‘I’ll be trusting you my kitten, don’t get caught, and more importantly, no cumming without permission. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.’

After getting dressed, a new sensation washes over you. The total uncertainty and suspense caused by never knowing if or when the small toy will kick on. The first class you attend you feel like you may explode from waiting. You feel it putting slight pressure on your already budding clit and a blush creeps over your face when you feel how wet you are without any stimulation. Focusing on your class is out of the question. Your mind is only thinking about your cunny and staying quiet if it were to turn on.

As if on cue, as you stand to walk to your second class an eruption of vibrations shoots through your whole body. The sudden feeling causes you to drop your books, and you have to bend over. The toy pushes further against your clit as a breathy moan escapes your lips. Gathering your books quickly from the floor, you hurry out of the room in case one of the few people left overheard you.

The walk to your next class only makes it worse as the intensity surges to extreme levels and getting you to the brink of orgasm, before dropping off completely. You’re not sure if you are glad or devastated when it shuts off completely. You squirm in your seat, fully aware that your poor cunny is dripping and leaving a wet spot on your chair.

The toy stays off for a bit and you are able to start focusing on the lecture, that is, until you are asked a question. Your usually wonderful boyfriend seems to know the worst times to kick it on because your mind goes blank when you feel a low but constant buzzing between your clenched thighs. You stammer out the best answer you can manage before grabbing your things and making up some lie about being sick.

The buzzing does not stop the whole walk home, and tears burn in your eyes as you hold back what you know could be such a nice orgasm. From the second the toy nuzzled itself against your clit, your whole body has been on edge with anticipation. Such a new and exciting feeling of being left in the dark and having to act as if your cunny isn’t dripping and aching for your master’s perfect dick.

“Home already my kitten? Did your slutty little cunt need daddy to take care of it?” He quips, seeing the way your legs shake at the strain to hold off from cumming. You nod and make your way over to him as he cuts off the vibrations. A small sob escapes your tightly pursed lips but is quickly muffled by his hand resting on your throat and his lips against yours. “I’ve never seen you this desperate that you’re crying already. Does my naughty kitten get off on the thought of someone finding out? Does she want others to see how much she loves her master?” He asks against your lips.

You nod, which makes his hand tighten just a touch. “Use your words kitten. The rule is all questions must be answered verbally. That way I know for sure.” He whispers against your lips.

“Yes master. I’m sorry for forgetting the rules… I just need you to fuck me.” You whine. He smirks a bit and takes a step back.

“So, all it takes to tame my bratty kitten is a little bit of discreet teasing? Or is it because it is Valentine’s day you want to try out being obedient?” His hands tug the bottom of your shirt slightly. “May I see my beautiful girl?” He asks.

You toss your shirt aside, growing frustrated as his large hands barely touch you as his hands trail from your collar bone to your hips. “A little bit of teasing? From the second I put those panties on it has been teasing me.” You whine, bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“That long? You must be soaked and sensitive. I’ll forgive that attitude then.” He laughs, smirking down at you. You swallow hard, knowing that look means you are about to be fucked in the most feral and passionate way imaginable.

You are unable to worry too much about his look since he quickly turns the bullet as high as possible and attaching his lips to your neck. Loud, unfiltered moans spill from your lips as you are backed against the wall and lifted off the ground. His teeth rake slightly against the sensitive skin while leaving deep marks. You feel yourself rapidly approaching your orgasm, hands tapping his shoulders as warning.

“Cum for me Kitten. I want these panties soaked before I even think about giving your desperate cunt my dick.” He growls against your neck, lowering his assault to your chest, unclasping your bra and letting his warm breath fan over your pert nipples.

Even if you wanted to, you would not be able to stop yourself. The panties target your overly sensitive clit, and his tongue swirls around one of your nipples. Your vision spots slightly as your cunny clenches around nothing. The sensation only intensifies when you feel him rutting against your clothed core. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were teased all day. You’ve soaked through the panties already.” He teases, guiding your hand to the wet patch that spread from your cunt to his pants.

Incoherent babbling is the closest thing to a response you can muster as the vibrations continue and force you through another powerful orgasm. Your hands claw desperately at your clothed cunt to try to move the bullet from your abused clit as the pleasure has your head spinning.

He grips your wrists in one of his much larger hands. “If you want something, you need to ask.” He says simply, his free hand reaching to unlock his phone.

“Fuck me. Please master. I need you to fill me up.” You beg, words breaking off as a third intense orgasm is ripped from your sopping cunt. “And turn it off! Please… it is too much… I can’t handle anymore.”

Taking pity on your trembling body, he shuts it off. But before you can relax, you are dropped on the ground, legs wobbling to support yourself. Tetsurou takes your hand and guides you gently to the bed, undressing you, leaving the just the panties before removing his shirt. Your eyes scan his slightly muscular build, smiling a bit seeing the half-faded love bites scattered along his skin.

“See something you like kitten?” He asks, pulling your gaze from his low hanging sweatpants up to his smirking face.

“I already told you, I want you to fuck me. Stop taking your time.” You whine, shivering at the feeling of the cold air on your exposed body. Your eyes go wide when you realize what you said, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, he is hovering over you, one hand around your throat and the other holding himself up. His lips lower until they are brushing yours. “I forgave you once for being a brat. And this is how you thank me? After all I have done. The new panties, allowing you to cum three times, and not punishing you when you broke the rules.” He lists, speaking softly against your mouth. His hand tightens briefly as he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw a whimper from you. “You want me to fuck you? Beg for it, my pet.” He growls before letting go of your throat and pushing himself up to stand over the bed.

“Please. Master please. I’m sorry I broke the rules again. I’m just so desperate for your perfect dick. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You babble, sitting up and propping yourself up with your hands behind you. He crosses his arms and looks at you with an uninterested look.

“Is that all you got? Only begging to get that greedy pussy filled. Not a single care about my pleasure? I should have known that gifting you those panties would turn you into a selfish slut.” He says simply, his voice scarily calm despite the harsh words he spits at you.

Dropping onto your knees at his feet you look up at him. “Master… You’re right. I wasn’t thinking… Please use me however you want.” You set your hands on his thighs and gently trace your tongue over the tent in his sweatpants. To your delight, and smile spreads across his face and he grips your hair.

“There is my kitten. You just needed a reminder that this isn’t just about your greedy, naughty pussy. It is Valentine’s day for me as well.” He tugs your hair to guide you back to the bed. Once you are standing at the foot of the bed, he shoves your face into the plush blankets. His hand detangles itself from your hair as he moves away from you. You know better than to move from the position he put you in, only turning your head enough to breath. Your ears perk up as you hear a drawer close near the bed and slight crinkling as a condom is opened.

A low moan from the other side of the room nearly has you moving; however, you hold still, knowing your master would take good care of you for being patient. Sure enough, a few moments later your panties are moved aside, and with a quick snap of his hips he fills you all the way.

He laces his hand in your hair and gives you no time to adjust before setting a torturously slow but brutal pace. He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the tip hitting your cervix in a way that has you squirming beneath him. His pace quickens as you tighten around him.

Small whines slip from your lips as you tetter right on the edge of another orgasm, but the position youre in offers no stimulation to your clit.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be fucked. To be full.” He yanks you back against his chest and growls in your ear. He moves his hand to your throat, but he doesn’t even need to apply any pressure, as you are already gasping for air and babbling.

“C-can’t… I wanna… Please I need to cum.” You beg, hands struggling to rub your clit with the bullet still on top of it.

“Then cum. You have everything you were begging for. I won’t stop you from falling apart on your master dick.” He says simply, a harsh contrast in the way he is rearranging your insides. “You don’t need to touch your silly clit. You didn’t want that. In fact, you were begging for me to turn the toy off because it was too much.” You can feel his smirk against your neck as he alternates between gentle kisses and hard bites.

“I can’t cum without my clit! Just a little bit of contact. Anything. Please.” You beg, feeling his hips stutter as he nears his own release. You let out a small whine as you feel him cumming, leading to him to slow down and pull you away from the edge.

“You want your clit played with? Well, if you insist.” He says, reaching for the phone sitting on the bed.

You knew the mistake you made before he ever touched a button. The bullet shoots to life at its max setting. The most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced tears from your body. The edge of your vision goes fuzzy as you lose any control you had over your voice. Loud moans echo around the room of your apartment as every cell in your body feels like it was touched by heaven. You are barely aware of how tightly your pussy is clenching around him until you hear him groaning.

His hips rock against you as he cums again, feeling the vibrations traveling from your clit. Not wanting to hurt you, he turns it off and slowly pulls out. “Hot bath? Or just a warm rag and sleep?” He asks, kissing your temple in an attempt to gently bring you out of subspace.

“Sleep… please…” You say softly, trying to open your eyes to look at him after he lays you down against the pillows. Standing to get cleaned up, he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Can you stay awake for a few minutes? So I can get you clean and get you a cup of water?” He asks. A small pout forms on your lips but you nod, knowing he is right and you need water.

After a few long minutes, you are finally able to hold him close and reflect on the day.

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