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getodrools · 2 months

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your toji really does something to me. the big mean gruff guy that he is, not even caring if you turn to a whiny mess is just top-tier. i was wondering what's your take when possessive-ish (and slightly insecure) bf toji found out you're using sex toys (dildos, vibes and suckers) whenever he's not around ;p thank u sm and i hope u have a wonderful day ahead <333

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ ohhgossh i’m glad it does winkwink honestly, any possessive but insecure asshole like toji is HARD on the mind omffghh especially as big as he isss makes it so scarily hot (¬////¬)… newaays ! i hope you have sparkles n’ only sunshine today ml ! ! thankuu <3

꒰ ୨ NEVER BETTER! ୧ ◞ T. FUSHIGURO ꒱

ᡣ𐭩 warnings. mdni | f! reader | pwp, usage of dildos + vibrators on reader, anal !!!!, overstimulation, masturbation ( reader ), size difference, degrading, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, tongue pulling, finger sucking, no prep ish, creampie, humiliation. ( wc. 2.6k+ )

TOJI IS ALL MORE than just confident that your needs are beyond filled – especially how heavily you sleep when he's getting ready for work; the way you sprawl out so peacefully with a soothed face from the night before… A night of stuffing and tight, burly positions that folded you into two.

Practically glowing!

He admires the way you drift off, pecking right at that pretty head he knows is lost in dreams right before he steps out…

Confident he did damn good fucking you...

But the way you — now, nibble at your bottom lip from the pressure of a pink dick squeezing past tight walls, he'd think you wouldn't be moaning just as loud as you would with his real pink dick!

. . .

“Does this mean something?” Your heart not only throbs as hard as your clit does, but the mix of covert ecstasy and shock does not settle well in the pit of your tummy.

Your eyes snap wide towards a particular man sauntering against the bedroom doors frame — forgetting today was only a meeting, not his usual dozen missions that takes hours beyond… And now as your eyes tremble, watching each other again a lot earlier than you had expected, clearly, you try hard to muster something up.

“Toji! I… I was just—” You fumble.

The irritant rumble was deep in his throat as he parted his lips before you could embarrass yourself some more, “What're you now… some cockhungry whore?” The way his voice had dropped more than just an octave had you coward; legs tweezing back together to slowly pop the toy out as if he couldn't already see the puddle seeping in the sheets…

“No no, keep that in you since you seem to be so needy.” His shock was just as pounding. But the blank slate ridden across his face seemed to be more of shame, even his posture was stiff. Almost like the thick poll hard in his confines, but the way he crossed his arms over their stacked muscles was threatening.

Was he warning you?

Don't say anything dumb, “… I missed you…”

“Really? Or do you miss having something in you, huh?” He sounds more repentant than angry, “‘Cause… that, is nothing like me.” His finger waves around in a circle.

The shroud of his features hardened like clay above his feelings. Though you never caught sight of them much, you can tell he was… off about this. Not knowing exactly how to feel, seeing his pretty girl stuff herself with a fake dick when he's only one call away made his chest ache with a broken ego… His eyes grew darker – like jungle trees in rain, not the evergreens you always admired and it made you tremble.

But in the moment, your legs opened back up as shame was swallowing you whole. Listening in faint hope he'd spare a sort of mercy…

His shoes click.

One, two, three steps he was already filling up the bed and was reaching for your legs.

Slapping them apart, too slow for what he'd asked for, “Do you need every hole stuffed? Is that what I made you out to be? Hm?” Toji tries to play it off, watching how it began to slip out from the pressure of your tight, slippery walls.

It was a bit smaller in length, and of course, the bright pink was far off from his usual tanned base and flushed tip. Other than that, the veins and girth seemed to fill you just right how he does…

Toji clicks his tongue, “This thing really makes you feel good… too?” Your eyes shake, too embarrassed now.

You nod your head, “But it's nothing compared to you…”

“Oh, I know.” But gazing at the wet slop your pussy gushes out with still, even teased by just a flimsy — dumb toy… he was feeling otherwise.

His palm tracks up your foot and to your thigh, traveling between the sweet heat of your legs ‘till he reached the suction part of the dildo. You wince soon as the toy plunged back up, filling your pussy with ease as Toji carefully watches your reactions.

Just the same. Damn.

“Toji... I promise…” Your knees clink together, but his body forcing them apart denied your retreat.

“Tch, I know that thing doesn't make you feel that good. You're just bored.” He soothes himself and ignores the other buzzing toy laid next to you too, for now…

Maybe his tongue may not work as fast as those crafts, or maybe his dick may not have multiple functions that could whirl and vibrate but he damn well was not about to be outclassed like this. Outclassed by something fake!

He had to prove a point.

He's a real man, and those are just frauds.

You didn't keep track, but his pants had already been tossed somewhere followed by his shirt.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, “You're always busy…” and his own parts, “And?”

And? Your brows hook in, “I can't just call you when you're in the middle of business...”

“Ah, making excuses now? It's o.k that you're a needy cock thirsty slut–– no need to deny it.” Toji smacks his lips, dismay was written all over him, “So, I’ll give you exactly what you seem to want so badly, ‘n maybe, that'll calm your rabbit ass down.” He was just jabbing at you left and right, it was a roller coaster of humiliation and twisted pleasure.

Your head falls back, groaning into the palms of your hands as the man fell to your body – his cock now off its leash and clanging between his thighs like a church bell. Feeling him rub closer to you, your pussy oozes and clenches around the thick rubber lodged up in you, creating a mess of goo to slime down the crack of your ass.

It was enough muck and glisten to shine his bulbous pearl; smearing the hard cap around the stream – teasing you. Teasing that perk hole that was still too tight to stick a measly finger in, a hole that was left untouched and clearly wasn't plugged up – clearly how you desperately so needed to be…

“I'll make sure your nice n’ stuffed, baby, that's what you want, right? Heh.” And with that followed by a grunt, your eyes snap wide and knock back. Toji held at your waist with a tight hold, keeping you down as you twisted in sodden bliss.

Gasping, “Toji!” and drawing out the syllables with a loud hiss. Your moans trailed off in a low whisper of pure adoration, “Ohmygod.” Your little rim hole formed an inviting seal, and you were set right against the base in a swift thrust. Aching at the long, throbbing mast - your ass squished down on his hardness with enough pressure to keep him practically trapped. He winced too as he watched with wide eyes when his strong pelvis knocked into the dildo... Forcing the toy to ram further up into you in reverential lust.

Oh. Fuck.

Two dicks? One man? His thoughts light up, a wry smirk now plastered wide. Maybe… he did like this… His hand had left a deep mark in your thighs, catching it soon as he reached for the whirling pink, strawberry-sized replacement beside you.

“Huh, this thing goes fast.” Still lodged in you, he was inspecting it and you were inspecting him. Cursing beneath your breath, he was trying to bully you out of his own damn insecurityes!

A big man with a broken ego is not a good mix.

Toji presses the vibrator right against your puffy clit, making tenfold of the pleasure throbbing up your brain. It was like your function to speak was fully cut off; all points of sensitive bits were being toyed with ‘till they bulged out in aching bliss. Your clit was already puffy as is, the session he caught now becoming more swollen as he crushed that toy between your bundle of nerves, pussy stretched wide with another toy as your perk hole was being rammed with a mean man's cock…

Your mouth seemed full with moans, but looked empty in his eyes, “Don't you start whinnin', thought you wanted to be all plugged up?” His hand is rough against your face, squeezing the fat in your cheeks until your lips sucked in his fingers; one, two, and three hooked down your throat.

“Or is this too much? Can't handle what you thought you could?” Bullying your poor holes, he lets out a hearty chuckle, “You ain't no big girl.” Those tears of pleasure lusting down your ridden cheeks and shinning down his forearm sure did express that.

Toji did not expect to go this far. But watching how you gagged around every inch of him hiked something up his spine. A sort of sick pang. And it made his cock grow an inch harder, throbbing deeper up your perk little hole, nearly worming up to your guts…

Toji was quick with his motions; hips jackhammering a cruel rhythm into your ass, and at each killing strike, the silicone cock slid back and forth. The tight pressure of your wet pussy slid it out only for his working hips to ram it back in all in sync. All walls, gummy and soft, rubbing around thick slabs of hard meat, fake or not, your mouth still drooled between his digits like so.

Moans bubbled into spit; purely messy and sticky all around. Just filthy.

“You really are a cock whore.” His brows raise, catching how you twitched beneath him.

Your high was itching close, feeling it rock in your core as soon as Toji’s hips bucked widely. But Toji knew that face, even though half was being squeezed into his palm, he saw that very shine he so adored.

You whine out; your tongue was pinched between his pointer and thumb, “I don't think so.” His body stills, yet yours spasms in wanton need.

You wanted to scream his name, but the mean clip at the point of your tongue only slobbed out a mess when you tried. Defeated. You can't win against him! When he wants to prove a point, you will get the point, and it was aching soon as you recognized this deal.

“I'm still upset with you.”

Asshole.

Your legs fall from the sky. Limp and full – as much as you had thought you could be… Toji only played fair with himself, letting his own high rock out from his tight orbs throbbing up ‘till they released from the pent pressure.

Lodged in your ass, it was warmer than usual. You could feel how his cock throbbed powerfully, swelling and pushing aside the fleshy walls surrounding him, and he was undone with a quick sodden push. He grunted loud and kept his hooded eyes locked with yours needy doe ones – teasing you, bullying you.

As he shoved his hips up, he made sure you felt him and the first jet of cum spiraled upwards like a geyser, splattering a full can of white paint across. Your perk hole clenched from the sticky ropes of cum slathering deep – no way it'd bubble out the way his hips clamped into yours. Even the rubbery dick stuck in your pussy was deeper than you could imagine.

Another rope ran out his turgid cock, still working a rhythm that could churn it thickly inside of you… Doused in white gunk, the glowing man stilled. Keeping you plugged up, Toji tilts his head and eyes you up and down, admiring the beads of sweat rolling across those pretty peaked mountains of flesh.

“Needa get something for those tits next time. Or was that enough for a while–– Satisfied now?” He snorts and you snort back up the snot threatening to glob down your chin… more than satisfied. It was a damn new world you just explored and you couldn't help but imagine what's on the other side. Hoping you'd get to cum all over him, if he'd play nice…

He sighs catching that sick flicker in your eyes but leans close to your shivering frame that's all more than ready to give out if you dared…

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davidtennantgenderenvy · 4 months

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On David Tennant and Aging

So, I’ve seen a lot of posts in response to Tumblr users’ habit of affectionately calling their favorite middle aged dudes “old men”, David Tennant in particular, saying things like “clearly you’ve never met an actual old person”, “omg you talk about these guys like they’re 80”, “please be normal about people aging”, etc. And on one hand, all of these statements are objectively right and true! But as someone who’s always been really fascinated by and found a lot of beauty in getting older (which I’ve explored in some of my writing on A03 because nobody else is going to do it for me), I’d like to provide a bit more nuance on how I think this label applies to David in particular.

David, obviously, in literal terms, is not “old”, at least not to me- I don’t personally consider people old until they get past 60. 52 is middle aged, simple as that. And yet, when I see David stuck with the “old man” label, it still somehow feels weirdly right, for a number of reasons.

It annoys me so much when people say David “hasn’t aged a day since Doctor Who”, because, well…

He clearly has. A lot. He’s got forehead creases, deep crows’ feet and eyebags, and I think that post-Fourteen we’re gonna see him rocking the grey temples a LOT more. He also has the voice of an older man now, his upper range is still there but the default is much more deep and rich, with a gravelly, rumbling quality that just goes straight through you. I personally think Broadchurch was when David finally started to embrace looking his age- Alec Hardy just wouldn’t have been served by Ten’s fresh-faced boyishness.

Obviously, these are the kinds of changes you’d expect any 52-year-old man to have, but something about David just makes it all seem a bit more… intense? The expressiveness of his face combined with his almost gaunt frame makes his wrinkles very prominent, and when he works his voice to its emotional extremes, his lower register can sound positively ancient, to devastating effect.

David, I think, is someone with an old soul- I don’t think he could be as good as he is at playing ancient characters like Crowley and The Doctor if he weren’t. He has lived so many lives, given so much of himself to so many characters, often incredibly tragic ones, and I think it wears on him. David also has five kids. FIVE. Do you know how exhausting it is to be one of the hardest working actors alive and be a present, loving father to even ONE child? But David somehow does it anyway! Nowadays I see him and my heart breaks because he looks so tired, so weary and fragile. But he’s all the more beautiful for it to me because I know that that is because he is kind. He’s a deeply empathetic person who feels and lives to the absolute fullest, and that story is written so clearly on his face, along with every other story he has ever been a part of.

There’s other things about David that make the label endearingly fitting- his utter hopelessness when it comes to technology, for instance. And he’s just got that warm, wise, grandpa energy too sometimes- look at that above Fourteen picture and tell me I’m wrong!

I once showed my friend who’d only seen David in Doctor Who and Harry Potter a picture of David from Around The World in 80 Days. It was a particularly emotional scene, and his face had just the most beautiful expression of compassion and sadness, every wrinkle on full display. And she said, in a less than complimentary fashion, “he looks so old!” Which, of course, offended me quite a bit at first. But to me, referring to David as old almost feels like a badge of honor, something he’s earned by living fully and selflessly, working hard and being wise and compassionate beyond his years. I think David himself is secretly more than a little insecure about the fact that he’s getting older. There’s sadness behind every jovially self-depreciating remark he’s made about his age in the past year, particularly in comparing himself to Ncuti Gatwa. I know how much David struggles with his impostor syndrome and how people perceive him, and I can clearly see in his eyes the fear of being discarded, the anxiety he feels about if he’ll still be as loved as he was back in 2007 now that he’s closer in age to King Lear than he is to Romeo. So I hope David knows it’s a privilege to watch him grow older, to watch his soul and talents deepen with the crinkles around his eyes. If I, in my silly goofy tumblr girl-ness, call David Tennant an old man, it’s because it’s a label that suits him beautifully- even if it isn’t TECHNICALLY an accurate one yet.

#David tennant #doctor who #the tenth doctor #the fourteenth doctor #good omens #crowley #shakespeare #around the world in 80 days #phileas fogg #pro aging #growing old

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pedge-page · 1 month

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I really love and laugh over your Joel and Preggo. I was wondering about Joel and his mother-in-law. How does Preggo get along with her mother? Maybe mother-in-law who lives out of town comes for a quick visit ? I leave to you what the dynamics or what directions “the mother-in-law” could be!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Mother-in-Law

^some inspo photos of Pedro with friend or his family. Momma is touchy but it's nonsexual. He's just eating it up.

Warnings: angry sex turns soft, brief oral F receiving, getting caught (not sexy), favoritism war

18+ ONLY

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You remember when your parents used to hate Joel. From the moment you announced your engagement, they frowned. Why not someone who has a more stable job? Went to college? Doesn't have white in his beard already in his 30s?

But when you refused to back down, they begrudgingly put up with him. And he went above and beyond to impress them. Gifts, kind gestures, helping around their house and treating them to nice dinners.

But oh boy, the SECOND your Facebook friends let it slip that you were expecting, your parents flipped on a dime.

Joel was now their favorite child.

And your mom was—

“I hope she makes that famous apple pie of-hers,” Joel says, a bounce in his voice as the two of you drive to your Mom’s house for the weekend.

Your upper lip gets caught on your teeth as you scowl at his more-than-she-deserves giddy smile. “What about my apple pie?”

“You don’t make apple pie.”

True. "Well. If I did..."

“—Then it would be the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I expect you to. You probably would hate it.”

Joel opens his mouth but hesitates for a moment. “I don’t know how you want me to respond here. We’re talking about a fictional pie you’ve never made.”

Grrr fuck this man and his logic.

He tries to alleviate the subject—maybe you wanted to give baking HIM an apple pie a go? ”She did buy me that Kitchen-aide mixer..."

You shake your head. Not this again… “No, she bought it for me!"

"It was my Christmas gift she gave me.”

"Why would she get you a NICE kitchen aide thousand dollar mixer, when you don't even BAKE??? PLUS I'm her actual DAUGHTER??"

Joel just shrugs. It pains you but you will never admit it's most likely true. Your mom bought it for HIM and you got breast pumps and a barf blanket. She used to get you the over the top nice things, and Joel would get socks. But now…

Your mom always loved you, probably a bit more than most. Sometimes it was overbearing, but that’s how she is. She’s nurturing, caring, always cooking and taking care of everyone, running a million miles a minute yet still having time to tell you everything is going to be ok after you stubbed your toe and cried about a broken nail.

Though, she also expected to be treated like royalty by Dad. Momma knew her worth, knew her value to the family and Dad would grovel if he didn’t give her exactly what she wanted the moment she wanted it.

You’re glad that Joel doesn’t have to deal with a nagging wife who needs to tend to her ridiculous wants and emotional turmoil whenever it falls over less he be beheaded for his insolence.

You narrow your eyes at your bopping himbo Joel now, completely unaware of your thoughts as he jams to the radio.

What a lucky guy he is.

When you pull up outside the old ranch home, Joel hops out and smells the air like it’s the Bahamas.

He helps you down from the passenger side of the truck before you both jump at the sound of your Mom screeching from the porch.

“JOOOOOEEEELLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”

His eyes crinkle in a warm smile as the little yet fiery woman you call Mom comes rushing towards you two like a marathon speed walker, pumping her arms at a whopping 1 mile per hour.

He opens his arms and as your mother wraps herself in his embrace. “Hey you!”

“Oooooh! Ohhh you’re so thin!”

You raise your eyebrow. Joel’s no heavy weight champion, but he’s got a dad bod ready to rival any of the neighbors—a body that you LOVE more than anything else as it is.

Finally seeing you behind him, she shoves Joel aside and wraps you up in his warm hug. “MY BABYGIRL!!!!”

That’s right, let’s remember the pregnant one here please!

Your mom is the same height as you, but that doesn’t stop her from getting on her tip toes to kiss your forehead like she always did since the day you were born. She marvels at the size of your belly, filled with excitement and wonder and familiarity. “Oh my gosh look how much you’ve grown already, are you sure it’s not twins??? I have twins on my uncle’s side so its entirely possible—oh my gosh you’re so—“

Please don’t say fat please don’t say fat…

“SKINNY! JOEL! Have you not been feeding her????”

You snicker and throw your arm around her shoulders. “That’s what I’VE been saying. Momma, he’s been limiting snack time.”

Joel rolls his eyes. The two of you ganging up on him wasn’t in the cards just 5 seconds ago when he was sweet Joely.

“My poor starving baby starving my baby’s baby!” she muses, forces Joel to bend at the knee for her fat wet kiss on his scruffy cheek before rubbing her kisses into your head on the other side.

“Come, come in! I’ve made—“

“Pie?” Joel pipes up, his eyes tilted eagerly towards the overly touchy woman suffocating you both.

You roll your eyes, already smelling the apple and cinnamon in the air. Of COURSE she would make his favorite pie. She runs inside to set the table.

Joel starts unpacking the truck but you cross your arms and tap your foot.

“What?”

He towers over you with a duffel slumped over his shoulder. “—Not that shit."

“I'm just saying, she’s nice to you all the sudden. It’s weird—“

“Don’t start.” He interrupts, slamming the trunk with a startling bang. Those biceps look fucking delicious rippling under his tight tight shirt— "Just want her to think I'm good for ya. Not tryin' to replace you."

You scoff him, as if anyone else could pull a man like that except you.

But Joel can still feel that tension radiating off you, knowing you won’t truly acknowledge what’s bothering you until it blows into something ridiculous.

“Jooeellyyyy?” your mother shouts from the kitchen window.

“JoElLeY” you mimic with annoyance. “I used to be the only one with cute nicknames, ya know. You used to just be ‘J guy-my-daughter-is-dating’. And that even AFTER we got married.”

He chuckles before giving you a peck on the lips and guiding your waddling self inside. Joel doesn’t want you thinking that he would ever choose your mom over you, of course not!

Just, for the now, being on her favorable side was something he had been working towards for years. You would just have to put up with her lipstick stains on his cheek and endless praise from his mouth of her fabulous cooking for this the weekend.

Your mom zips around the kitchen, going off about the new nail salon down the road, the garden beds that can’t keep the chipmunks away, and how your old ultrasounds to compare baby sizes.

Joel watches the way she waddles. It’s EXACTLY as you do, and he starts to think maybe it’s not the pregnancy that is giving you such a signature walk. You both sit down at the table together and sigh, biting into a cookie and making a nasty face before putting it back on the tray.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Joel has to hide his smirk. You claimed so often how you were NOTHING like your mom. Your mom was pushy, demanding, filled to the brim with extra energy that would come out of no where—ironically all the things that defined you but obviously was not obvious to his wife yet.

Maybe it’s the slight difference between you two is exactly how Joel can relate to Momma—showing love through acts service. Your mom is constantly working around the kitchen, cleaning, cooking, and it has nothing to do with expectations. He can see the little smile on her face, the skip in her step—she loves taking care of her people. She likes that you whine because only she can make your favorite coffee cake the exact way you like it. That you credit your own excellent laundry folding skills thanks to her methods that prevent wrinkles without ironing. How she always had the BEST soups for when you’re sick as if they cured like medicine itself, even if its just poured from a can—its done so with love.

There’s a unique bond between mother and daughter that Joel gets to witness. It’s not self serving either. There’s a sense of personal gratitude in being able to care for someone that makes their world worth living in.

Other times you can be a total bitch but honestly? That’s just pregnancy talk.

“It’s a girl, isn’t it? Grandmother’s just know these things—“

“Mom, I called you a few weeks ago and told you it was a girl. You didn’t just guess—“

“Just as you had predicted!” Joel jumps in. “Grandmother’s intuition is a real thing, and this sweet }Cookie’s got it.” He winks towards her and sips the lovely tea she had made him.

Your mom begins to favor his conversation over yours. “And names…?” She asks expectedly.

“We’re—“

“Yours is definitely in the mix!” Joel boasts.

She clasps her hands together, not seeing the deathstare you were giving him. Momma’s name was only in the mix for MIDDLE names, not firsts. You both had agreed you wanted your baby to have her own unique first that belonged to just her.

He ignores you for now, hoping you can see the ‘please forgive me’, in his pupils as your mom goes to hug and kiss his messy hair like a bird feeding its young in the nest.

You clear your throat, eager to get her hands off your man and back on to the one actually giving her the grandbaby. “I think it’s time we settle down in our room. Right Momma?”

“Oh, you know your way up, I wanted to show Joel some of my new kitchenware—I just couldn’t decide what to buy so I got everything, knowing you’d be by this weekend! Come on, you can pick the ones you like.”

She grasps his hand and guides him, side to side with her piddled feet, into the next room and leaving you alone.

The blunt edges of your chewed up nails dig into Joel’s meaty chest. there are wrinkles in your forehead from how tightly concentrated you are at riding back and forth on his cock, your belly dragging along his and hips slamming down aggressively as you ride him with the pent up fury of the day.

Joel’s got a mix of emotions: your tight pussy sucking him in, kissing your cervix with each swallow, deep and delicious in that tight heat, plus the sheer feel and sight of you so pregnant yet fucking him so furiously while he lies back and takes it all in, trying not to cum too soon—but also knowing you’re more angry than you are thinking about the sex you’re having, and you’re going to injure yourself by all this energy not driving you anywhere closer to an orgasm, and he knows he has to works out the knot in your brain before you can let the knot in your tummy snap.

“Why are you so upset?” He asks as his head rubs up along the pillow from each bounce of your body atop him.

“M—m not—upset,” you stammer, your fingers gripping his flesh even harder and slamming yourself down on his cock like you want to hurt it.

You’re sweating, visibly aggravated and probably in pain but refuse to quit.

Maybe you need this, but as he glances down at your bulging pregnant belly that is also being shaken up like a martini, he decides that his unborn baby doesn’t need brain damage too from your furious fucking.

Joel’s hands glide up along your flexed arms until he’s cupping your cheeks gently, wiping the tear that is building along your eyelashes. You slow your pace until you’re just sitting on top, impaled on his cock and letting out an exhausted huff.

“So why are you upset?” He asks calmly.

“You’re MY husband,” you say, and though your voice is full of confidence at the statement, it quivers just a bit at the end.

Joel knew you would be pent up. That your mom was too touchy with him, and in his good faith to keep her good favor, he leaned in and let her butter him up, gave her the attention and kisses and hugs she asked for, and now its getting to you, and you’re jealous of your own mother—

“--and I’m HER daughter. But now she’s acting like you’re her favorite child too, even though I’m the one giving the grandbaby here, I used to be her favorite kid! Just me! I used to be the one BEGGGING her to give ya a chance but now suddenly she’s also loving you, out of the fucking BLUE, like you’re all special when IT SHOULD JUST BE ME—.”

He blinks for a second, and you squeeze your walls around him as if signaling you’ll cut it off if he dare try to act confused.

“Wait, are you jealous… of me?”

Your eyes drift away, just in time for Joel to have the worst fucking reaction by chuckling so hard that the two of you are rolling over to your side.

He wipes his reddened face and calms his breathing so he can talk.

“That why you’re fuckin’ me like you wanna break me?”

Maybe you did want to make a point to anyone who might be in the house about the hierarchy over who’s got right’s to loving Joel…specifically, to make that clear TO Joel himself.

He scootches as close as he can, despite the big baby between your middles, and rubs his nose along yours, his palm brushing your cheek and centering your focus entirely on him.

“I’d shoot myself if I had to spend more than just this weekend with your mom. She’s nice, but I couldn’t EVER stand around bein’ pinched in the cheeks like that. Always doting on my ass all day, tryin’ to service me and make me feel like a spoiled porcelain doll that needed nurturin’ like a baby 24/7. I’d feel like a useless fuck. I think she n’ I are kinda alike in that. Wantin’ to take care of what’s ours.”

You snort in the boogers pooling in your nostrils.

“Look, It’s nice gettin’ praise, THAT you could give me more of.”

“I don’t wanna talk about my mom when you’re inside me.”

“Then lets talk about you being a momma while I’m inside you.”

“Yeah… but I liked being the only one she adored. Now I gotta share?? With you????”

You nod shyly but agree. “I do appreciate you. I’ll try better to show it.”

“Nah, don’t want you to change. N’ I need you to listen to this because I know you’re gonna leave some details out intentionally when you go tattlin’ to Maria—but being pregnant with you has been the best adventure we’ve been on so far. You keep me on my toes and keep life interesting. I like the smile on your face when I give ya something only I can give. The dance you do when you get your little cookie dough milkshake thing, and the pout you make when I tell ya no, and you get all cute on me and do some ridiculous shit that I can’t deny you anymore cuz fuck, I want you happy sooo bad, and I wanna be the one that does it. YOU make me feel special.”

He smiles, stroking the hair away from your eyes. “Think of it this way: when did she suddenly start showin’ me some special treatment? When I put a baby in your belly. That’s it. She’s happy to be getting a grand kid, and she knows I’m officially stuck with you so might as well get used to it. I’m here to stay. “Ya spent so long tryin’ to get her to like me. She does now. Job well done! You don’t have to stress anymore. No need to get all greedy, baby though I know that’s just your thing,” he teases, rubbing his knee along your thighs to part them again.

You furl your lower lip out in a childish pout. “I think the baby is making me possessive over my belongings.”

“Oh? I’m a belonging now?” He wiggles his eyes brows. Slightly more relaxed, he takes advantage and smoothes his palm down your arm, behind your waist to squeeze your ass.

He’s about to pull you in for a victory kiss when your eyes shoot open.

“Wait… am I… the useless spoiled porcelain doll that needs nurturing 24/7 that you have to dote on all day??????”

“No! No you’re not useless!”

He’s offering a sweet smile, rubbing your shoulder with encouragement as a pregnant pause fills the air.

“…you got anything else you wanna deny in that or just that one part.”

He licks his lips before flipping you on your back and sliding down between your legs.

“You know what the BEST pie is?”

T h e o n e b e t w e e n m y l e g s, you mouth out into the air, your belly conveniently keeping your lips out of frame as Joel spread your pussy and blows cool air on your nub.

“S’the one between your legs,” he whispers sensually against your thigh, nipping it and growling before dragging the tip of his nose through your slit, inhaling your scent.

You smile and cover your face with both hands. He’s cheesy, but he’s a keeper.

and maybe, just maybe, worth sharing the love with.

The love that is quickly about to be snuffed out for the both of you as your mom opens the door and begins asking "Joel did you want the red one or the blue--AH!"

Joel and you both frantically cover your lower half, his head accidetanlly bumping into your belly at the same you to strain your back trying to sit up.

"MOM, SERIOUSLY!?"

she slams the door closed but calls out through the wood: "Oh that is NOT appropriate for the baby!" before stammering away.

Joel just chuckles into your breasts. "How does she think I got the baby in you?"

You shake your head and smack him, trying to feel more ashamed then amused right now.

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halemerry · 9 months

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On Aziraphale, Protection, and the Greater Good

Alright folks. I’ve already written quite a bit about the ways the Metatron was trying to manipulate Aziraphale here, but I wanted to give credit where credit is due and talk a little bit about how I don’t think that necessarily means it worked nearly as well as the Metatron thinks it does.

Because Aziraphale? Is not stupid. It’s one of his defining traits that though he might occasionally be slow, he has always been intelligent. He has also always been a fighter. And a bit stubborn. And though the fact he is allowed to be all that and still stay soft is one of my favorite things about him, that does not mean he is soft and soft alone.

With or without Crowley, Aziraphale has nearly always been a character who, above all else, does what’s right. This is part of what Crowley loves about him and it’s part about what we as the audience love about him too. He shelters a demon on the wall he is meant to be guarding. He gives away a sword to humans and lies to God about it directly to Her face. He struggles immensely with being asked to do anything he cannot reconcile with his morals and, even if he might fight against his impulses as to what’s right for a little bit, when push comes to shove he almost always falls on the right side of that scale. It’s important especially that this is also true of him even without Crowley in the equation.

Now, Crowley makes it much easier for him to be this person. He encourages and enables Aziraphale to be himself. He complicates and challenges Aziraphale’s worldview but in a healthy way that helps him grow and develop it, but never forces Az to be someone he isn’t. He also, most importantly, gives Aziraphale someone he understands. He is a connection. And a connection that allows Aziraphale to take his time and to make the excuses he needs to, at least for a little while. Because he understands that while Aziraphale is slow to change, he is not as resistant to it as he often reads to be - especially when he thinks that change can benefit the greater good.

Because Aziraphale fundamentally loves Earth and the people on it. And he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that Crowley does too. Not taking an opportunity he has to help someone has never sat well with him - even if that person is a naked Gabriel showing up on his doorstep. He does not run away with Crowley in season 1 because it would have been wrong to run away when he felt he could help and the same principle applies here too with the decision he comes to about the Metatron’s offer.

While I definitely think the Metatron was using lovebombing and other manipulation techniques on Aziraphale I highly suspect he is underestimating his new Supreme Archangel. And I highly suspect that what is happening here is not Aziraphale folding back into this own cult as much as much a few other things that could be happening.

I may poke around at a few more of these later but for now I want to focus on Aziraphale lied theory laid out here by @las-lus. This whole season has focused quite a bit on Aziraphale lying/using sleight of hand for Crowley's sake. It makes sense he would do this too to protect him from the Metatron and critically I don’t think it’s an accident that the only shot we get of his conversation with the Metatron are flashbacks from Aziraphale's narrative point of view. Reading this actually changed the whole trajectory of this meta so please take a look at it if you've got the chance! I really love this theory a lot and would've slapped this all on a reblog if it wasn't so big. (Though I'll be the first to admit I'm biased to anything that lets Aziraphale do some rescuing.)

At it's core this makes this action a protective one. He is a guardian given a flaming sword by God. He was built to protect. And we see him in this role throughout the series even if it's not always in the way we expect or in the way he was necessarily built for.

I want to start before the beginning. This scene is an important one for a lot of reasons, but for the context of this the important bit is that Aziraphale is already anxious. He’s a bit starstruck and a little baffled by the strange angel he’s stumbled into chatting with, but his primary focus in the meat of this scene is actually concern for this stranger's welfare. The instant the topic turns critical he immediately starts glancing around anxiously. This scene ends with him saying, "I'd hate to see you getting into any trouble." and giving us one of the most worried expressions I've ever seen on his face.

Then again at Eden, the first time we meet Aziraphale, we are shown him acting twice in a row for the sake of keeping others safe. We see him offer Crowley shelter from the storm and also give away his God given weapon to protect Adam and Eve. A lot of people tie Crowley to Eden for obvious reason but I think people often forget that, yes, without Crowley humans don't leave Eden but without Aziraphale they do not survive it.

We then see him in conflict over the Flood. As far as we know he doesn't act here but he quite clearly thinks it is wrong. He's high strung and tense and his attempts to rebuke Crowley's frustration feels more like him trying to convince himself.

Now we get to Job. This minisode is so fascinating to me for a lot of reasons because through most of it, against pattern, we have Aziraphale as the driving force throughout it. First we get Aziraphale checking in with Heaven to make sure there wasn't some official solution to this. (We also get a line in there that I think says a lot about Aziraphale's priorities when he specifically draws attention to his concerns for Sitis being old enough birth that many times would be hard and risky.) Once Heaven fails him here Aziraphale is the one to reach out to Crowley and Aziraphale is the one to press for them to work together. He takes a gamble, hoping that his instinct that Crowley does not want to hurt kids is accurate, and gets up in Crowley's face to challenge him when Crowley refuses to prove him right. It is not Crowley taking the lead here, bringing Aziraphale in but rather Aziraphale trusting his owns instincts are right.

Aziraphale is also crucially the one constructing the charade Crowley plays in front of the angels as Bildad the cobbler/midwife. Aziraphale immediately and without hesitation provides Crowley with the pieces he needs to make the lie convincing enough. He tells him that what they need is an expert on human births and Crowley rolls with it and then clarifies very quickly that Gabriel witnessed Eve's birth, signaling to Crowley that mimicking that would be the play.

He is trying to tip the scales to get the outcome he wants - to keep this family safe - before he ever utters a lie. And then he does. He lies directly, giving his word as an angel. This is an act that eats him alive inside. He literally thinks he has fallen for this and has perfectly resigned himself as being damned to Hell for it and does it anyway. Because he knows it was right. Because he thinks a family of five he has no real connection to are worth falling to protect.

By the time we hit the Globe in 1601 Aziraphale's primary objection to their Arrangement has evolved from concern about what Head Office will think into concern specifically for Crowley's safety.

Then in 1827, even if it's in a misguided way, his concern starts out on Elspeth and her soul. He tries to protect her and very quickly changes his tune as soon as he's given proper evidence that what she was doing was net good. Again he is the one driving most of this narrative and the duo's actions forward as Crowley drifts along trying to get him to see that some actions aren't fully good or bad but can exist in a moral gray space. We also get him verbalizing his own moral code here explicitly when he wants to heal Morag.

He continues to have concern for Crowley on the forefront of his mind - asking very quickly after his good deed for Elspeth if he's safe or if hell noticed and then a few years later denies Crowley holy water out of concern that it could destroy him.

In 1941 we first get him operating under cover trying to unsuccessfully lie his way into dispatching some Nazi. We then get him offering himself as a magician for Crowley's sake and using sleight of hand to keep evidence of their relationship from making its way to Hell.

In particular I want to draw attention here to the fact the episode we revisit this moment in has two very similar moments toward the beginning and end of it. This episode opens with what the episode is named for - Shax hitching a ride with Aziraphale. He's relatively amicable with her until she at one point implies harm to Crowley wondering out loud why he would risk destruction for Az. Then toward the end when Furfur enters the dressing room, Aziraphale is pleasant and kind until the moment it becomes clear Crowley is being threatened. In both cases his expression turns more neutral and his body language becomes more focused and serious. He is ready to protect at all costs and is done being polite to these people who threaten his demon.

From there we go to 1976. Here as he hears about Crowley's holy water heist, he makes a choice. Even though he does not want Crowley having this weapon at all and tells Crowley as much that that position hasn't changed he realizes how dangerous trying to steal it could be. So he decides to make it as safe as he can in the circumstance, putting aside his own wants and feelings for the sake of minimizing even potential harms.

Even good old 'you go too fast for me' is a form of protection here. Even if it hurts and even if it's not want they want they need at least one of them to pump the breaks to make sure they are not discovered.

Then the world nearly ends. I won't examine what happens there too closely but I think we can all agree Aziraphale was willing to do quite a lot to insure the world and Crowley were safe once Crowley gets him on board with raising Warlock. Though I do want to note I don't think it's an accident that a lot of what Aziraphale says to Crowley at the end of six has echos of the bandstand - the last event Aziraphale has to reference that he knew would make Crowley go away.

A lot of the core of the current season is built around all sorts of protective Aziraphale actions. The flashbacks all gesture at it in some capacity, and anther notable one is him sacrificing books both as weaponry and to make the ball happen. He has committed to securing their safety before a single demon even shows up looking for Gabriel. We also get him willingly risking war to defend the people in his shop. Episode six in particular shows us a lot of Aziraphale in this mode, which he's pretty much locked into from the moment the demons arrive, Whether it's protecting Gabriel, Nina and Maggie, or at one point putting his body between the demons and a whole crowd of people including Crowley.

This season is a season that emphasizes that Aziraphale is a liar. It is one that draws attention to him pulling tricks and on him learning to do that for the greater good. It it about him learning that sometimes the choices we make are often more morally gray than we would like. And most importantly it is about Aziraphale believing this world and the people in it are worth protecting.

And who does he want to keep safe more than anyone? Who did he fight to share his life with? It makes sense to me that he would do this for Crowley. It's perfectly in character and gives Aziraphale the due credit I think a lot of theories lack. Because, to me, Aziraphale isn't the one that walks away from Omelas, Aziraphale is the child who would willfully sacrifice himself to keep the people he loves safe.

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 12/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Smut and more Smut, Language

Word Count: 6263

A/N: This is part 12 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The next morning, as the soft light filtered through the curtains, you and Ben were startled awake by a series of loud knocks on the door. Annie’s voice, muffled but unmistakably annoyed, filtered through the wood.

“Ben! Open up, damn it!”, she called out, her tone aggressive and urgent.

Ben groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed, a scowl crossing his features.

“What the fuck does this woman want now?”, he muttered, irritation evident in his voice.

You exchanged a tired glance with him, both of you equally puzzled by Annie’s unexpected intrusion. With a resigned sigh, Ben swung his legs over the edge of the bed, pulled on his sweatpants and made his way to the door, grumbling under his breath. As he opened the door, Annie’s furious expression greeted him, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him.

“Where the hell is (y/n)? She isn’t in her room!“, she demanded.

You quickly scrambled out of bed, throwing on some clothes as you rushed to join Ben and Annie at the door. Ben opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, offering a hurried explanation.

“Oh, hey Annie”, you said, trying to sound casual despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. “I just needed to grab my charger from Ben’s room. He borrowed it”.

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, a silent question in his gaze, but you avoided his eyes, focusing on Annie instead.

Annie's suspicion lingered in the air as she glanced between you and Ben, her expression unreadable. “Your charger, huh?”, she said skeptically, her tone tinged with disbelief. “At this hour?”.

You nodded quickly, trying to maintain your composure despite the rising tension in the room. “Yeah, I just realized I forgot it”, you lied, hoping that Annie would buy your excuse.

"Are you sure everything's okay?", she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "I just… I worry about you, (y/n). Especially when you're with him". You offered her a reassuring smile, doing your best to appear unfazed by her probing questions. "Everything's fine, Annie", you insisted, your tone as convincing as you could muster. Ben remained silent, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of disappointment lurking in his eyes.

Annie nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Okay, well, breakfast is ready whenever you two decide to join us", she said before turning to leave, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. Once the door clicked shut behind her, Ben turned to you, a raised eyebrow signaling his expectation for an explanation. His expression was a mixture of curiosity and a bit hurt, as if he already knew the truth but wanted to hear it from you. You met his gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

"I… I just didn't want her to… you know, get the wrong idea", you stammered, struggling to find the right words to explain. Ben's stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Wrong idea about what?", he teased. "That we fucked? Again?".

Ben attempted to mask it with a casual shrug, but you could sense the tinge of hurt beneath his facade. "I get it", he said casually. "Just didn't expect you to be so eager to avoid being fucking caught with me".

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing that you had wounded his pride. "I'm sorry", you murmured, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "I just didn't want things to get complicated with the team".

Ben forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's fine", he replied, his tone clipped. "Let's just go grab some breakfast, yeah?".

The two of you joined the rest of the team in the kitchen, trying to act like nothing had happened. As everyone chatted about their time off, you and Ben remained silent, exchanging only brief glances that spoke volumes.

After Kimiko and Frenchie finished sharing their stories about their time in Paris, Hughie and Annie took their turn, recounting their adventures in Austria.

As the conversation flowed, Butcher's gaze eventually drifted toward you and Ben, his gruff voice breaking the jovial atmosphere. "So, how was your vacation?", he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the two of you. "I'm guessing it was good, seeing as you two are talking to each other again."

You exchanged a hesitant glance with Ben before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it was… fine", you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the lingering tension between you. "Nothing too eventful".

Ben offered a nonchalant shrug, his expression carefully composed.

Butcher nodded, though there was a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "Well, fucing glad to hear it", he grunted before turning his attention back to his breakfast.

As the conversation carried on, you couldn't shake the feeling of Annie's suspicious gaze lingering on you. Finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she spoke up.

"You know, (y/n), you look different", Annie remarked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp with scrutiny. "You sure nothing interesting happened?".

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you exchanged a glance with Ben, who grinned mischievously but said nothing, focusing instead on his pancakes. Frenchie's curious gaze joined Annie's, followed by Butcher's, and soon all eyes were on you, awaiting your response.

You swallowed nervously, trying to keep your composure. "Uh, no, not really", you replied, your voice unconvincing even to your own ears. "Just… got some sun, I guess".

Butcher raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, but he didn't press the issue further.

As Ben's hand squeezed your thigh under the table, a jolt of surprise shot through you, momentarily distracting you from the conversation. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as he engaged in a discussion with Butcher about Homelander's whereabouts.

Despite the tension simmering between you, Ben's demeanor remained unchanged as he delved into the conversation with Butcher, his voice steady and unwavering.

You forced yourself to focus on the discussion at hand, trying to push aside the lingering discomfort that gnawed at the back of your mind.

With the rest of the team heading off to Supe Affairs for a meeting, you and Ben found yourselves with some rare downtime at the apartment. As the others filed out, you exchanged a glance with Ben, a sense of relief washing over you at the prospect of a quiet morning.

As you slipped away to the bathroom, the sound of running water filled the apartment, signaling your intent to unwind in the shower. Ben, lounging in his room, couldn't help but notice the familiar sound. He rose from his bed, padding quietly to the bathroom door.

Without hesitation, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, his eyes meeting yours as you stood in the midst of undressing. A faint blush crept onto your cheeks at the unexpected intrusion, but you couldn't help but be amused by Ben's boldness. "Can I help you?", you teased, a playful glint in your eye as you met his gaze.

Ben grinned mischievously, leaning casually against the door frame. "Just making sure you don't fucking drown in there", he replied, his tone light and teasing. "Wouldn't want to have to fish you out".

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his antics. "I think I can handle a shower on my own, thank you", you retorted, though the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement.

"Oh, I have no doubt about your little showering capabilities", he remarked with a smirk. "But company never hurt anyone, right?".

Again you rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a small smile at his persistence. "I suppose not", you replied. Despite his teasing, there was an underlying warmth in his gaze that made you feel unexpectedly at ease.

As Ben stepped closer to you, his hands wandering down to your sweatpants, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation mingled with excitement. His proximity sent a thrill coursing through you, and you found yourself drawn to him.

“Would you be ashamed if anyone found out about us fucking?”, Ben asked, his voice low and husky as he pulled you closer. You paused for a moment, considering his question before responding. “Well, you’re the one who told me not to tell anyone in the first place”, you pointed out, a hint of amusement in your voice. “So I guess that’s on you”.

Ben chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in close. “Fair enough”, he murmured, his tone tinged with amusement. “But that just counts for taking your virginity. I’m not about to be seen as a fucking pussy, but your sweet little pussy being mine in general? Well, that’s a fucking different story”.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure the team wouldn't stop teasing us if they found out", you quipped, trying to hide the nervous flutter in your stomach.

Ben chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "Let them tease", he replied nonchalantly. "As long as they don't get in the way of us having some fun".

You raised an eyebrow at his boldness.

As you discarded your sweatpants, leaving you just in your bra and panties, Ben’s gaze lingered on you appreciatively, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “They don’t need to know about us having some fun”, you remarked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of uncertainty in your chest. “I mean, it’s not like we’re together or anything”.

As you hoped for Ben to reveal something deeper than just the physical aspect of your relationship, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he didn't. However, you pushed the feeling aside, trying to focus on the present moment.

"Right", Ben mumbled in agreement before pulling you close again, turning you roughly so your back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as if he never wanted to let go.

You leaned back into his embrace, the warmth of his body comforting against your skin. Despite the uncertainty swirling within you, there was a sense of security in his arms.

As Ben's hand traced over your naked stomach, slipping down inside your panties, you couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down your spine at his touch. His lips began to pepper kisses along your shoulders, sending a tingling sensation coursing through your body.

You tilted your head to the side, offering him better access as his kisses trailed down your neck. With each kiss, each gentle stroke of his hand, you felt yourself surrendering to the heat of the moment.

Ben's hand slipped inside your panties, his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers traced tantalizing patterns against your skin, exploring every curve and crevice with a gentle but firm touch. With his other hand holding your hips in place, he kept you close, ensuring you couldn't escape the sensation.

His fingers rubbing over your sensitive skin, teasing and coaxing you to the brink of ecstasy. Every stroke, every caress, sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, building the intensity of the moment with each passing second.

You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, desperate for more of his touch. The rhythm of his movements matched the pounding of your heart.

A smirk played on his lips as he relished in the control he held over you. "You like that, huh?", he murmured. "You're such a fucking needy little thing".

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, unable to form a coherent response as the sensations consumed you.

Ben pressed his erection against your ass, his intentions clear, you could feel the heat radiating between you. His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in, his lips trailing along your neck before biting down slightly.

With a low grunt, he whispered huskily in your ear, "You're mine now, sweetheart". The possessiveness in his tone sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitched as Ben's hands moved swiftly, ripping off your panties with urgency. The suddenness of his action sent a jolt of electricity coursing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

"You've got such a perfect little ass", Ben murmured, his voice husky with desire as his hands roamed over your back and down to your ass, squeezing both cheek firmly.

You gasped at his touch as you leaned into his grasp.

“You still sore?”, Ben asked as he pressed his body against yours. You bit your lip, feeling a twinge of soreness lingering from the previous night’s activities. “A little”, you admitted, your voice tinged with nervousness. Ben smirked. “Well, I can’t promise to be gentle this time”, he replied.

Determined to prove yourself, you squared your shoulders and met Ben's gaze. "I can handle it", you declared, your voice firm despite the lingering apprehension. Ben's smirk widened as he sensed your resolve.

"That's what I fucking want to hear", he mumbled.

Ben pulled down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to free his throbbing length. As he pushed inside you, his movements weren't overly forceful, but for someone inexperienced like you, it was enough to make you whimper in pain.

You gripped the edge of the sink tightly, trying to steady yourself as he filled you, his pace slow and deliberate. Each inch of him stretched you in ways you hadn't anticipated, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you.

"Easy, sweetheart", Ben murmured, his voice laced with a hint of concern as he noticed your discomfort. "Just relax and breathe".

As Ben moved inside you, his muttering filled the air. "You're still so fucking tight", he murmured, his voice a mixture of admiration and frustration. The strain on his face was evident, his cock pained by the tightness, a testament to your inexperience.

His grip on your hips tightened, leaving bruises in their wake, adding to the already tender marks from the night before. Yet, despite the discomfort, there was a sense of exhilaration in the intensity of the moment, in the raw connection you shared with Ben.

Ben paused, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. You tried to stand up a bit straighter, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but Ben pushed your back down again, his hands firm on your hips.

"Stay down", he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you".

You nodded, trying to obey his command as you focused on controlling your breathing.

You struggled to catch your breath through the pain, your body still adjusting to his size. Despite the discomfort, you tried to focus on the sensation of him inside you, clinging to the anticipation of pleasure amidst the ache.

As Ben started to move his hips slowly, a mixture of pleasure and pain washed over you, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. You couldn't help but moan and whimper uncontrollably.

His gaze fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight pussy, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he savored the sight. With each movement, he drove deeper into you.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?”, Ben grunted. “Or do I need to fucking show you how to handle me?”.

As Ben pushed even deeper, you let out a sharp gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. Sensing your hesitation, he leaned in closer, his voice low and commanding.

"I asked you a question", he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. "Don't make me ask again".

You shivered at the intensity of his tone, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through you.

"I'll take it", you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

Ben's lips curled into a smile, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "That's right", he murmured. "

You swallowed hard, the realization sinking in that you were completely at his mercy.

As Ben picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more intense and relentless, you couldn't help but whimper with each movement. The mixture of pleasure and pain sent waves of sensation coursing through you, overwhelming your senses.

"Please", you whimpered, your voice barely above a desperate murmur. "Slow down".

Ben pulled you up by the back of your neck, his roughness causing you to whimper again.

"I thought you could take it like a good girl", he growled, his voice tinged with annoyance as he held you firmly in place. "Don't fucking disappoint me now".

You nodded frantically, your lips trembling as you tried to hold back a whimper.

With that, he pushed you back against the sink, his movements more determined and forceful than before.

Your legs began to tremble as the intensity of Ben's thrusts increased, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. With each deep penetration, your lower belly started to ache, the relentless pounding leaving you breathless and overwhelmed. "You're taking me so well", Ben praised.

Despite the discomfort, you clung to the edge of the sink for support, surrendering yourself to the sensations that consumed you. Ben's words of praise echoed in your ears, driving you to push through the pain as you struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

As the pleasure mounted and your body trembled with anticipation, you couldn't help but wonder how much more you could endure.

As Ben’s thrusts grew more fervent, your determination surged, fueled by a desire to prove yourself to him. Each movement was a testament to your resolve, your body eagerly responding to his every touch and command.

Yet, despite your efforts, there was an underlying tension, a sense of urgency that lingered in the air. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your heart racing as you chased after the elusive peak of pleasure.

In the mirror, Ben’s gaze bore into yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. He could sense your struggle, the need for release that still eluded you.

With a subtle shift in his movements, he adjusted his pace, slowing down just enough to give you room to catch up.

As Ben slowed his pace, you could feel the tension in the room ease slightly, his actions a silent admission of his concern for your pleasure. It was a gesture you hadn’t expected from him, and it left you feeling strangely touched.

“Having trouble getting there, sweetheart?”, he teased. “Looks like we’ve got some work to do on that problem of yours”.

Without saying a word, you just looked at him pleadingly through the mirror.

Ben sighed softly. "Alright, let me get you there first", he murmured.

With practiced ease, he shifted your body slightly, his movements purposeful as he positioned you to hit your sweet spot. You felt a surge of anticipation coursing through you as he guided you.

As he pushed into you nice and slow, you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of him filling you completely. A low moan escaped your lips, the pleasure building with each inch of his cock buried deep inside you.

"There we go", he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he savored the moment.

Ben couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he lazily and easily brought you to the brink of ecstasy within seconds.

Your body quivered with pleasure as you surrendered to the intense sensation, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the wave of climax washed over you.

"See? Wasn’t that hard", he remarked, a hint of pride in his voice. "Told you I could get you there".

With a satisfied smirk, Ben leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're fucking welcome", he murmured, as you continued to cling to the sink, breathless and still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Now that you've had your fun", he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement, "can I finally have mine?".

You hesitated for a moment, still feeling the lingering aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body. But the desire in his voice was unmistakable, and you found yourself nodding, giving him the permission he sought.

With a satisfied smirk, Ben began to move again, his movements slow and deliberate as he resumed his rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

As Ben's thrusts became faster and harder, the intensity of his movements threatened to overwhelm you.

Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, but beneath the surface, there was a hint of discomfort as well. You could feel the force of his thrusts bruising your insides, pushing you to the brink with each powerful motion.

Yet, despite the physical strain, there was a strange sense of exhilaration in the air. Unbeknownst to you, however, this level of intensity was far from the roughness Ben usually exerted with other girls.

His restraint, though not immediately apparent, spoke volumes about the depth of his connection with you.

As Ben reached the peak of his pleasure, his thrusts grew even more fervent, driving deeper and harder into you with each motion. With a guttural groan, he finally released inside you, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

You could feel every pulse of his release, the warmth spreading through you as he emptied himself inside you.

As his orgasm subsided, Ben collapsed against you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he rode out the last waves of ecstasy. "Fuck", he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. "That was… intense".

You could only nod in agreement, your own breath coming in ragged gasps as you tried to process the intensity of the moment.

As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, Ben softened inside you, his body relaxing against yours. You could feel the gentle throb of his cock as it pulsed weakly within you, the remnants of his passion mingling with your own.

His weight pressed you against the sink, the cool surface providing a stark contrast to the warmth of your entwined bodies. Despite the lingering ache between your legs, there was a sense of fulfillment that washed over you, a deep satisfaction in knowing that you had pleased him.

Ben's breath was hot against your neck as he nuzzled closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. For a moment, you simply savored the intimacy of the moment, the feeling of being held in his arms.

Eventually, Ben pulled away, his soft smile betraying the tenderness he felt in that moment. With a surprising gentleness, he gave your ass a playful slap, his touch a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.

"Good job, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice husky. "You're making progress".

You couldn't help but grin at his praise, a sense of pride swelling within you at the acknowledgment of your efforts.

"Come on, take your little shower", Ben grinned.

As he made his way out of the bathroom, you took a moment to catch your breath, your legs feeling like pudding beneath you. The intensity of your encounter with Ben had left you feeling a little dizzy, your heart racing in your chest.

As the warm water cascaded over your skin, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Ben. The way he had looked at you, the tenderness in his touch—it had stirred something inside you.

As you emerged from the bathroom, you found Ben sitting in the living room, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he sniffed a few lines. His eyes trailed over you appreciatively as you made your way to the kitchen, clad in shorts and a top that clung to your curves in all the right places.

"Well, well, look who's all fresh and clean", he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "Feeling better after our little workout?".

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his teasing tone.

As you filled a glass with water, you couldn't shake the feeling of Ben's eyes on you, his gaze burning into your skin with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With a playful smile, you took your time, relishing in the opportunity to tease him in return.

Once you had your fill, you sauntered over to where Ben was leaning against the couch, his arms spread out on the backrest as he watched you approach. His eyes traced every curve of your body, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

"You know, for someone who claims not to be that interested, you seem pretty focused on me", you teased, your voice laced with amusement as you stood before him, your gaze meeting his with a challenge.

Ben chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Can you blame me?", he murmured, his tone low and suggestive. "You're quite the sight, sweetheart".

You felt a flush spread across your cheeks, a thrill of excitement coursed through you at the knowledge that you had his undivided attention.

As Ben leaned back against the couch, his eyes never leaving you, a smirk played on his lips. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the sight of you standing before him. “You know, you look even better up close”, he teased.

You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of heat rise to your cheeks at his flirtatious remark. As you moved to sit down on the couch, ready to engage in some light conversation, Ben interrupted you with a subtle gesture.

"Uh-uh", he mumbled, nodding towards his lap, a suggestive glint in his eyes.

You settled onto his lap, Ben's arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer. Your back pressed against his warm chest.

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "You know, I could get used to having you here". You chuckled nervously, the tension in the air palpable. "Careful, you might start to spoil me", you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Ben's grip tightened slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, don't worry", he replied. "I'm not in the business of spoiling girls like you".

You shifted slightly in his embrace, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Girls like me?", you questioned.

Ben smirked, his gaze lingering on you as he replied, "You know, the ones who think they can handle me".

You chuckled softly, shaking your head at his cockiness. "And can't they?", you countered.

Ben's smirk widened, his grip tightening on your waist. "Guess we'll just have to find out", he replied, his voice low.

Ben's hands trailed lazily over your stomach, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you leaned into his embrace. His gaze remained fixed on the news playing on the TV, but his words held a hint of sincerity.

"You know, so far you've handled me better than I expected", he admitted.

You couldn't help but smile at his admission, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. As his hands continued to wander, you found yourself sinking deeper into his touch.

You resisted the urge to tell him just how sore you actually were, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, you simply leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and intimacy between you.

Ben's hands continued to trace lazy patterns over your lower belly, his lips brushing against your neck and shoulders in a gentle rhythm. Despite the distraction of the news playing on the TV, his attention remained focused on you.

As you felt his cock slowly stirring awake underneath your ass, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you. Despite the soreness lingering between your legs, you couldn't deny the growing desire building within you.

You shifted slightly, feeling his erection pressing against you more prominently, eliciting a soft grunt from Ben. His hands gripped you tighter, his growing arousal evident in his touch.

"You like that?", he murmured.

You couldn't help but smile at his question. "Maybe", you teased.

Ben chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin.

His hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly, guiding you to move against him in a slow rhythm. His dick growing with each movement, his lips trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"You're a natural at this", Ben murmured as he guided your movements against him. His hands tightened on your hips, urging you to continue the tantalizing rhythm.

You let out a soft moan, the sensation of his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone sending shivers down your spine. "Feels good", you whispered, your voice laced with desire.

"You have no idea", he groaned.

As you continued to grind against his clothed erection, Ben couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through him. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, was beyond hot.

"You're so fucking sexy", he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts as you rocked against him. In the heat of the moment, you felt your climax building, growing stronger with each movement.

With a sudden burst of intensity, you came, your body convulsing with pleasure. But before you could catch your breath, Ben was already taking action, his movements swift and determined.

In a matter of seconds, he had discarded his sweatpants and boxers, pulling your panties aside as he positioned himself. With one powerful thrust, he pushed you down onto his hard cock, knocking the air out of your lungs as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Ben's hands gripping your hips firmly, as he let out a satisfied sigh. "Just sit on me, sweetheart", he murmured. "Keep my cock warm while I catch up on the news".

You complied, lowering yourself onto him more with a shiver of anticipation. With his cock buried deep inside you, he leaned back against the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. "Good girl", he praised. "Now just stay put and let me enjoy the show".

You bit back a retort, choosing instead to focus on the warmth spreading through you from where you were connected with him.

Ben reclined against the couch, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

"Can't sit still, can you?", he chided, his tone laced with a hint of condescension as you kept moving. "Always fidgeting like a little girl".

You rolled your eyes at his comment, trying to find a comfortable position while ignoring his jab.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable", you retorted, your tone tinged with annoyance.

Ben's cock twitched inside you, a silent testament to the arousal simmering beneath his teasing facade. All the while, you were simply focused on getting comfortable, oblivious to the effect your movements were having on him.

As you continued to shift, Ben's patience wore thin. With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed your hips forcefully, pushing you down until his cock was completely buried inside you. A groan escaped his lips as he felt the fullness of your warmth enveloping him, while you whimpered at the sudden intrusion, feeling a pang of discomfort as he held you in place.

"Stay fucking still", he commanded, his grip on your hips unyielding as he forced you to remain in place. The pressure on your sore pussy only added to your discomfort, but you dared not protest.

As Ben held you in place, his attention shifted back to the news playing on the TV. He began commenting on the latest developments, his voice a steady stream of commentary. Meanwhile, your discomfort seemed to amplify with each passing moment, your pussy clenching involuntarily around him.

Despite the lack of movement, the sensation of your tightness pulsating around him sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ben's body. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure as he felt himself nearing the edge of climax.

"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening reflexively. "You're gonna make me come just sitting there like that".

As Ben grew increasingly frustrated, his arousal only intensified, a battle raging within him as he struggled to maintain control amidst the overwhelming sensation. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body tense with pent-up desire.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy”, he growled, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. “I swear, if you keep squeezing like that, I’m gonna fuck you again, no matter how fucking sore you are”.

You could sense the turmoil in his voice, a mix of frustration and arousal that mirrored your own conflicted emotions. Despite the discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill in knowing the effect you had on him.

As the tension mounted, you couldn't help but continue clenching around him, the involuntary action a testament to your heightened arousal. Despite your efforts to control it, your body had a mind of its own.

"I can't… I can't control it", you whimpered, the strain evident in your voice as you struggled against the overwhelming sensation.

Ben's own restraint slipping with each clench of your muscles.

As the sound of footsteps approached the hallway, Ben's senses sharpened. He leaned in close to your ear, his voice a low murmur as he mumbled about the others being in the hallway. "They're back", he whispered, his grip on you tightening as he held you in place.

Panicked, you tried to get off him, the fear of getting caught growing. But Ben's firm grip held you in place.

"Stay", he commanded, his voice urgent as he pressed you down onto him, refusing to let you go.

As you tried to wriggle free from Ben’s grasp, he watched you with an amused smirk, clearly enjoying your futile attempts. “Give it up, sweetheart”, he teased, his voice laced with amusement. “You’re not going anywhere”.

You shot him a glare, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Let me go, Ben”, you insisted, your voice tinged with desperation. “We can’t get caught like this”. But Ben only chuckled, tightening his hold on you even more. “Relax sweetheart”, he replied, his tone nonchalant.

As the sound of the door clicking echoed through the apartment, Ben finally released his grip on you. With a swift movement, he pulled up his sweatpants, his demeanor cool and composed as if nothing had happened.

You quickly straightened your clothes, your heart still racing from the close call.

As Butcher and the rest entered the living room, Annie’s gaze caught your flushed cheeks, her eyebrows raising in silent inquiry. “You two alright?”, she asked, her tone casual but her eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.

You forced a smile, trying to play off the tension in the air. “Yeah, Ben just won’t give me the remote”, you lied.

As you sat down again, Ben eyed you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused by your quick thinking. You shot him a warning glance, silently urging him to play along.

Meanwhile, Butcher announced the details of the next mission. Ben's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he listened, his expression unreadable. It seemed he wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of heading to Europe for two weeks, following a lead to Homelander.

Butcher continued, assigning tasks to each member of the team. You and Frenchie were tasked with staying behind, keeping an eye on things in case there were any developments while the rest of the team dealt with Homelander in Europe.

As you thought about being apart from Ben for two weeks, a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach. Despite the ups and downs of your interactions, the two of you had started to click in a way that felt surprisingly genuine.The prospect of being separated now felt daunting, especially with the uncertainty of the mission looming over you.

Ben’s thoughts, however, were consumed by a different kind of anticipation. While he outwardly grumbled about the mission and the inconvenience of being away, inwardly his mind raced with thoughts of you. He couldn’t shake the image of your tight pussy, the way you had responded to him earlier still fresh in his mind.

In his own twisted way, Ben couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone while he was gone.

As Annie asked you to help her prepare dinner with Kimiko, you nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction from your swirling thoughts. With a quick glance at Ben, who was already engrossed in a discussion with Butcher, MM, and Hughie about the mission details, you followed Annie and Kimiko into the kitchen. As you chopped vegetables, Annie turned to you.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 13

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simplyreveries · 3 months

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I RETURNED >:D🌼

Hi, there! I saw that orders were open so I ran as soon as possible so I could make my own. If it's not too much trouble I would like to request:

Type: Headcanons (Romantic)

Reader: Female

Scenario: Ok, let's go back to the previous scenario from my Jealousy request with Jade, Deuce and Silver. A suitor becomes aware of said boy's feelings so he begins to flirt and be more open in his affections with the prefect until in a bold move, the suitor steals (the first) kiss from the prefect. How would they react or handle the situation?

Man it would be a roller coaster of events and emotions and even chaos xD

If my order does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if it doesn't, take your time and without pressure. I hope you have managed to rest after so many requests, you deserve it 💐✍️✨💕

YOU'VE RETURNED! happy to see u again!! love the request,, anything with silver will make me extra happy hehe

jade leech

he finds it slightly surprising at first that a student is actually willing to do something like that intentionally, right in front of him. it fades into amusement that the student believes he can truly, completely win you over. its genuinely so unnerving the way jade acts especially when the boy is being over the top right in front of him. he knows a lot of people don't particularly like him, but the fact that he would show that is funny.

like i have mentioned previously with jade and his jealousy, he always finds some way to above and beyond what that guy is doing for you. it becomes some sort of rivalry between them, but jade just finds ways to do it better. besides, jade has his own ways and tricks to making him mess up or make some fool of himself somehow most of his attempts look quite embarrassing on the boys behalf.

when he finds out that he took your first kiss he's smiles and is like "oh is that so? how cute fufufu" bless the poor students soul. but seriously, jade will not stop his advances, you and the student aren't even officially together so what's really stopping him? he's more than willing to do what it takes to have him get what he wants, and it just happens to be you.

deuce spade

deuce takes it more immaturely a bit, since he tends to not think thoroughly about what he's going to do he just acts. so, any time when that student is by you being openly flirtatious, he's always there trying to do something to steer the attention away. it always gets him so riled up when the student smiles condescendingly at him knowing full well he's trying to get together with you, when deuce has always had his heart set on you.

will go out of his way more and more to do just that, even if it's something as simple as getting a seat next to you or doing some act of service to you. internally begging but his face clearly shows “don't give this guy the time of day PLEASE” deuce believes you just deserve better and even if he isn't perfect, he knows that he will always do his best to do things that go past your expectations.

in comparison to the suitor, i feel like deuce would definitely have more pure intentions with you— whereas it feels like that student had only amped up his boldness to you out of pure spite and mockery of him. deuce just genuinely wants you and him happily together, y'know— without this guy constantly going after you and show that he can certainly treat you much better than that guy.

feels a sharp pain in his chest when you admit the boy was your first kiss, he tries to be a supportive friend and be happy for you but it's so hard for him in that moment. he desperately wishes that were him. he still stays determined even after, you and the guy aren't actually together- he still will continue to have you give him a chance. he'll prove it!!

silver

he doesn't want to be one for being irrational and being aggressive towards others. but he can't help the way he feels and the anger and resentment towards the boy build up in his chest when he is so obviously trying to win you over right in front of silver. he grits his teeth and gives a stern look; he doesn't say much first but he sometimes may make an attempt to get in between the two of you with his body.

silver doesn't want to feel like he is interfering with you or your happiness though if you find yourself liking the attention and affection from the boy. he loves seeing you happy, it's really all he wants from you— but the fact that it's from someone else in a romantic sense breaks his heart.

so, he is stuck between doing something or silently watching from the side. it depends on how he is feeling or how far the student is willing to go I’d think. at the end of the day though he is solemnly protective over you and is willing to do drastic measures to make sure you're kept safe and away from what he believes could cause you pain, even emotionally with this guy.

knowing that he stole your first kiss did hurt— it felt like he couldn't compete as it felt like he had really won you over. but even then, he never stopped wanting to pursue you. he couldn't help it, he still is stubborn and isn't willing to exactly accept defeat. he'll still find himself actively going out of his way to have you see him instead. besides, he thinks you deserve better and he's more than willing to be that for you.

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bloodyjuls-blog · 9 months

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WHAT IF I LOSE YOU (part 3)

(I will fight to not lose you) - Alexia Putellas

There was a moment in my life where I wanted to give up, where everything was beyond me and what can you expect from a girl who grew up in Sutton running around with a soccer ball and who is now a super star? Life has never been easy, when you reach your teenage years and your social life overlaps with training, match day, recovery days? The only thing left was to do everything from home, from parties to drinking. Everything was easier without my parents at home, to be honest I grew up having everything, a big house, money, freedom and what I loved most after alcohol.... Football. When you become a professional nobody tells you the responsibilities and the exposure you bring with that and even if they say that women's soccer lacks attraction then they should have it checked because the pressure I felt playing for arsenal or city was very high and brought with it the expectation of the Barcelona soccer club to bring a star, to speak on and off the pitch. My younger days I remember with the talks with my parents for not being good enough to be in a professional league, which then when I achieved it would break me little by little because alcohol never left me, the faithful companion of my adventures.... Everything became a problem, I drank until the wee hours and made sure I got enough rest to perform the minimum in my club. Then my sister brings us the news of her pregnancy and I don't deny it, I always wanted to be a mother but there was a moment when my world came crashing down and I rejected the idea.

Flashback

It was the decisive league match for arsenal. We were facing Chelsea for the FA cup and the pressure from above forced us to win. But things always go wrong, that day I think I had one of the worst games of my life. I missed a lot of chances, I was always out of position and the worst thing is that my family was watching me from the stands.

At the dinner with my family, my father very disappointed tells me: "daughter I do not understand you, they tell us to come to see you and you play a shitty game" to which I a little upset I tell him: "if you are not interested then do not come, this is soccer" at the end of dinner the mood is lowered but my father there is something that does not fit, since I tried the first shot of vodka has made me bad faces. While I approach to take Ruppert, already 5 years old, my father takes him away from me and tells me: "I don't understand how they can want you in a club if you are an alcoholic, and much less I am going to allow you to take care of your nephews being in the conditions you are, do you think I didn't notice your flash of whiskey you had in your backpack or that you are going back home drunk, if something happens to you don't even bother to call me because I am not going to come and save your ass, you understand? " My tears were falling from my eyes, he had hurt me in a way I never thought he could. After all he was my father and I was his not so favorite daughter.

End of the Flashback

Alexia pov

"Hello, Ana. Do you know where y/n is?" I ask through the line in a worried voice. "No Ale, the only thing I know is that she had been drinking and left driving the car, I guess I'm guessing she's already in her apartment" Ana replied calmly. "Fuck this can't be" exclaimed Ale as she tried to call you back. "Ah I know who to call, maybe she has information" she thought calmer.

"Hi Leah how are you? It's Alexia" said Alexia calmly "Hi Alexia, well to what do I owe your call?" Answered Leah quizzically "I was wondering if you know anything about y/n, she called me a while ago and left me a little worried" you could tell from Alexia's voice that something wasn't right. "Ale the truth I don't know where y/n/n could have gone, what I do tell you is to please take care of her, and help with the alcohol issue she is not having a good time, and I am worried that something might happen to her" said a little more concerted Leah. "Of course, come on I'll leave you, I have another call coming in."

She answers the other call....

"Hello, is this Ms. Alexia Putellas?" A calm voice asks on the other line. "Who is calling?" answers a curious Alexia. "Ma'am this is the receptionist at Egarsat hospital speaking, I was speaking to inform you that Miss y/n y/l has been involved in an accident and you are listed as the emergency contact" Alexia at that moment felt tears fall from her eyes "yes this is her, tell me how is she? Tell me how is she?" says Alexia desperately "Ma'am the only thing I can tell you is that if you can, please go to the hospital as soon as possible, the emergency reception will tell you where to go" "thank you" says Alexia with an agitated voice.

Note: sorry I know had passed a couple of month but I'm near to graduate and that makes me full time persone and busy schedule. Love you all loads

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 9 days

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AHH THEYRE OPEN!!! EEEEE

Could I request for your 🌹valentines event🌹 the prompt voice with Solomon with a GN MC? He’s heard their voice for a long time giving him encouragement and praise but he’s long since given up actually meeting them. They meet during the exchange program and he immediately recognizes their voice.

I’ve never heard of the soulmate voice scenario before so I’m realty looking forward to how you pull it all together! I love your works and am really excited for this event! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!💖💖💖💖💖

Solomon - Voice

Solomon x GN! reader

Prompt: The voice in their head is their soulmate’s voice

AN: Hi Ivy!! Thank you for your sweet words, I'm really glad you like what I do! 💕 I'm so sorry about the wait on this request, but I suppose better late than never! I really got in a groove writing this, and uh...it's a little more hurt/comfort than I expected it to be, so I hope that's okay. Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy! 😊

Warnings: Slight hurt/comfort, mimics how you meet Solomon in the OG but diverges a tad.

The cool night air whipped through Solomon’s hair gently as he leaned out of the open window. His eyes had grown tired from hours of combing through the weathered pages of an ancient tome he’d miraculously gotten his hands on, so he decided to take a small break to rest them. The sooner he did that, the quicker he’d be back at his desk furiously devouring the magical literature the book had to offer.

Bleary eyes flicked lazily across the landscape of the soft city nightlife beyond his walls. He’s not in the thick of it, but sometimes he listens just to feel included. The distant sounds of horns honking, the gentle clicks of heels on the street below him as two friends pass by with gossip juggled between them, even the smelling the cheap, greasy pizza from one of the restaurants nearby. It’s all something that eludes him. Like an inside joke he’s not allowed in on…

“I hope you’re doing okay…”

Solomon perks upon hearing the soft, almost solemn voice in his head. It had started just a few short decades ago, popping up occasionally to say hello or to spout some words of encouragement. He was aware he was hearing the voice of his soulmate, but it seemed hard for him to let go of his reservations and interact with them. He knew it would never last, and he’d never meet them. So, he keeps his mind quiet like he always does, not wanting to give them false hope.

And it seemed he was disappointing them further by not responding yet again, hearing a soft sigh before speaking again.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re even there. Maybe I’m talking to nobody...”

He wishes you were – or at least someone that wasn’t him.

“But it’s almost as if I can feel your presence. You exist. I know it.”

Oh, he exists, alright. Longer than he thinks you could ever fathom. How the universe could’ve paired such a patient soul to his jaded one is a mystery to him. It’s curious how you’re able to sense him too. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you had some magical prowess as well – however small that may be.

“Are you looking at the same moon I am? It’s so bright and beautiful tonight… A full moon.”

The sorcerer’s ancient eyes slowly move to the moon hanging above the city, where the skyscrapers seem to just brush its surface. It’s the same moon he’s looked at for centuries, the one thing that’s stayed constant in his eternal life. Tonight’s moon seems to glow a hair brighter than usual. Perhaps it’s a super moon playing with his perception. Either way, he basks in her maternal essence all the same.

It grows quiet in his mind and Solomon assumes his soulmate is lost in the moment, just as he is. Whether it’s due to the moon’s company illuminating his figure perched on the windowsill or because of the presence that has wriggled their way into his thoughts, he doesn’t feel as alone tonight.

The minutes drag on with nothing more from his soulmate, so he takes this as a sign his break is over. With a long, drawn out sigh, he pushes himself off the windowsill before shutting the window and pulling the curtains closed. He takes slow strides back to his desk, stretching his back muscles before he inevitably hunches over the tome until his body gives out to exhaustion. The old, rickety chair creaks beneath him as the hard wood already begins to gnaw away at his bum. Though he pays no mind to the mild pain as he aims to jump right back into the marked pages he’d left open on his desk.

“Take care of yourself.”

It’s the last thing he hears right before his eager eyes can reach a word on either of the sprawled out pages. That gentle reminder causes his heart to ache in guilt knowing he should do better to take care of himself, yet...he’s too consumed with his life’s work to try harder. With a slight shake of his head to rid himself of those feelings, he plunges right back into the mystical tome.

The halls of RAD bustle with first-day gossip shared between demon cliques about the newly implemented exchange program and the exchange students that came with it.

Solomon, who keeps to himself against one of the walls to blend in with the crowd, hears the names of his angelic dorm mates, as well as his own, bouncing around as if it were a game of Hot Potato. It’s the typical fare of “that sorcerer, Solomon, is one of the exchange students this year” and “watch out for that guy, you know he’s a bit of a shady fellow.” Every other word that’s been tacked onto his persona is spit out with a venomous hiss.

Powerful. Shady. No good. Hardly human. Sorcerer... Solomon, Solomon, Solomon.

He’s heard them so many times he’s started to believe there might be merit behind the sentiments.

Beyond that, he’s also heard a few rumors about the second human exchange student. Due to the quickly buzzing word, the clever sorcerer had already caught wind of their name and a few other interesting details, like how Mammon had been appointed as the “human babysitter.” Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when he’d first heard that. Mammon as a babysitter of anything, let alone a fellow human… That’s rich.

“I should run…”

Solomon’s brow raises sharply, almost instantly, upon hearing that phrase in his head. What an odd thing for his soulmate to say. They hadn’t spoken much to him in the past few weeks, apart from some nerves about something they never fully divulged to him, but for this to be the first thing in a while is concerning to say the least. It may not even be a conscious effort as the panic of the voice in his head is quite obvious.

“That’s what Mammon said to do…”

Mammon? How does this person…

It’s then that Solomon notices a timid looking human in the middle of the hall, their eyes casting side to side as a few groups of demons seem to eye them dangerously. The sorcerer’s feet move faster than his thoughts and he’s suddenly in front of the human with a friendly grin on his lips.

“Hey, you there.”

He watches you startle at his sudden appearance, your phone slipping through your fingers and clattering on the floor as you just stare at him with anxiety practically radiating off you. It seems you’re opting for the freeze response from how on edge you are around him. He automatically feels guilty for scaring you so terribly, but he understands why.

Slowly, as to not spook you further, he crouches down to pick up your phone, doing a quick check to make sure it’s not damaged as he rises back to his normal height.

“This belongs to you. I saw you drop it just now,” he hands it out to you, chuckling as he does. “You should be lucky it didn’t crack.”

He watches you glance down to his outstretched hand before slowly taking your phone from him. Your fingers brush lightly against his, sending a chill up his spine. For it being just a minuscule touch, it felt so natural.

A small appreciative smile eases your frightened features. Though he can tell you’re still tentative. “Thank you.”

Solomon’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes the voice instantly. He stills momentarily, though not enough to seem like he’d lost composure...but internally, he was flustered. The previous phrases he’d heard in his head suddenly made sense now. Before he gets completely ahead of himself, he decides to converse with you further to confirm his suspicions.

“My name’s Solomon. I’m an exchange student from the human world, just like you.”

Your fears instantly seem to vanish upon learning that he’s not one of the demons wanting to cause you harm. “Ah, well, that’s a relief. It’s nice to meet you then.”

You give a quick introduction of yourself as well. The name he’d heard whispered among others earlier rolled off your tongue in the same kind voice he’s had in his head for decades. It doesn’t seem you realize the situation yet, but how could you? He never spoke to you… You didn’t know what he sounded like. If he had known meeting you wasn’t a slim to none chance, maybe he would’ve asked how your day was, reminded you to hydrate or study, or just said hi.

The sorcerer makes his mind up pretty quickly – he’d make it up to you once he reveals the true nature of your special connection.

Even now, he’s realizing you’re more than just a stranger to him. You were the kind words he couldn’t give himself, the reasoning he was blind to, and the connection he thought was best to deny.

You were the sound he was lonely without.

#valentine's soulmate event #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #jo writes

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prettyrealm · 1 month

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current events: han sohee vs lee hyeri

what does han sohee think of lee hyeri?

han sohee thinks hyeri is delusional and wants her man back, she doesn’t think hyeri is over him at all. she feels threatened. she thinks hyeri isn’t backing off. she thinks hyeri is manipulating the public and is even more manipulative behind the scenes (even with how she treats people in general). she really thinks hyeri is a wolf in sheep’s clothing and hides behind an innocent demeanor, but she’s actually really sneaky with a lot of red flags. she 100% believes the instagram story was about her, not ryu junyeol. she doesn’t think hyeri will let him go easily at all. she think that hyeri is well liked, but it’s all superficial and if you really got to know her you wouldn’t like her (she might not actually know hyeri and this is just what she’s learned/been told from ryu junyeol as I’m getting she really thinks hyeri is a crazy ex). she thinks hyeri is super connected and has a lot of friends and uses that to hold power over people and gets what she wants. han sohee is a bit worried about what could happen to her due to hyeri’s connections as well. this whole situation has left sohee feeling like she’s had no time to catch her breath.

what does lee hyeri think of han sohee?

hyeri definitely thinks han sohee was/is the “other woman” and was sleeping with ryu junyeol while they were still together. i think possibly even to the extent that hyeri and ryu junyeol had discussed it in the past and decided to work on it/move past it, but now that they’re officially together she’s thinking about how this could have happened, (though it could be that they had also dealt with cheating in general in their relationship). worried that han sohee is more compatible with him than she was (she can give him what he wants like a family, children). i also get that she thinks han sohee is a lot prettier than she is. she’s actually worried that ryu jun yeol is serious about her and that hurts her a lot. she thinks han sohee has looks and money, but no manners and is extremely unclassy. she also doesn’t like that han sohee is who ryu junyeol has chosen to date because she knows that han sohee has had a pretty promiscuous past and doesn’t think that she is “serious” material. overall, hyeri feels very insecure right now.

what do han sohee & lee hyeri think of ryu junyeol?

han sohee - “ayo they could never make me hate you” vibes. she thinks he’s a really good person, loves him to pieces and thinks he’s the best boyfriend she has had and wants to start a family with him. (she could be a very intense person, don’t necessarily expect them to get married) she likes him to the point where she feels she genuinely needs him in her life and sees him as super protective over her. he just “gets” her in her eyes and she feels a lot of people don’t. she’s also mega attracted to him.

lee hyeri - she thinks he’s a major liar, but also that he’s smarter than her and that he’s really good at making her feel sorry for him. she thinks he was never true to his word, in a sense that he would never do things all the way, he was never nice but he was also never mean, he wouldn’t forget anniversaries but he would get her a lackluster gift (as if he had a habit of never doing things right but also never wrong) . he just never went above and beyond. she does still have feelings for him, but I don’t think she wants him back. if he were to bring it up she would consider it, but I don’t think she’s actually trying to get back with him. for the most part, she does want to move on from him and she really was just hurt in the moment when she made the story. she kind of finds them both embarrassing.

#thank you to the anon that sent me the timeline breakdown! your hard work didn’t go unnoticed!#tarot #kpop tarot #kdrama tarot #kdrama #girls day #lee hyeri #hyeri #han sohee #han so hee #ryu jun yeol #kpop readings #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #current events

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Lucienne/Lucien - How the Librarian Became the Chief.

In The Sandman Netflix adaptation Lucienne is a stand out character and second only to Morpheus in importance, screen time, and centrality to the story. Lucienne is Morpheus's loyal Librarian, second in command, ruler of the Dreaming in his absence, and often times a voice of reason and advice for our dutiful King of Dreams. She is so well respected in her position that the other castle residents consider her their boss and would rather go to her for guidance and command than Morpheus himself. She takes care of Dream's ravens and even appears to have the power to create new ravens from newly deceased mortals like she did with Matthew. She is clearly extremely close to Morpheus, and is one of very few people he seems to actually listen to and trust. Lucienne's role in this story can not be underestimated.

So it may come as a surprise to any fans of the show who haven't read the comics to learn that Lucien (as he is called in the comics) is afforded very few of the above traits. In fact Lucien is no where near as close to Morpheus even by the very end of the story, as Lucienne is at the beginning. It is this difference that has fascinated me since I first started diving into the comics after falling in love with the show, and its something I view as extremely important when considering how the story is being adapted into a kinder, more sympathetic universe surrounding our central protagonist.

Lucienne's role is expanded greatly from her comic counterpart, and her relationship with Morpheus is shown to be much deeper. This is evident practically right away at the end of episode one when Lucienne comes to greet Morpheus upon his return to the Dreaming following his escape.

The way she runs over to him as soon as she realises he is back, and lovingly takes his hand and is so pleased to see him is a far cry from the comic where the first thing Lucien does is bow.

So right at the start we see a very different form of relationship here. Where Lucienne is already displaying a level of care and devotion beyond the expectations of a servant, Lucien however, is exactly that.

The servant thing has caused a bit of contention among fandom in the past. I think the confusion could come from whether or not you see Lucien or Lucienne first. Lucien IS a servant of Dream. Lucienne is more like a vice president and royal advisor. Those are two very different things after all and that difference only becomes more obvious the further you go into the story.

Lucienne accompanies Morpheus throughout his return to his crumbling kingdom, helps him as he attempt to repair the damage, follows him to Cain and Abel, and watches over his meeting with the Fates. She is by his side from the moment he returns until the moment he leaves again for the waking world to begin his quest to recover his tools, and she is responsible for Matthew's reincarnation as the new Raven and instructs Matthew to stay with him because of her concern for Morpheus's wellbeing on his quest.

I cannot stress enough how much none of this is in the comics. Lucienne shows a level of care towards Morpheus that just isn't present in Lucien in the comics. After the first meeting with Lucien at the gates of the Dreaming, Lucien doesn't appear again until he is instructed by Morpheus to conduct the census of the Dreaming. He only appears again in the Doll's House very briefly and has no involvement in Morpheus's decisions during that arc, which takes place very rarely in the Dreaming.

That's not to say that Lucien isn't a very trusted servant of Morpheus. He is the closest to Morpheus of all the residents of the Dreaming except only Matthew. But I think a lot of what we see in the show of Morpheus and Lucienne's dynamic is inspired by much later in the comics. I also think that it speaks loudly to the change in Morpheus as a character. Show!Morpheus has people almost right away who care about him and want to help him, whereas comic!Morpheus is extremely isolated. It is clear in the early comic stories that comic!Morpheus keeps himself at arms length from basically everyone. He does not have a bond with Lucien, he did not have Jessamy, and at that early stage, he didn't even have Matthew. All of this of course was primarily to make show!Morpheus a more sympathetic and likeable character - you gotta give your protagonist people who care about them, it helps raise the stakes after all.

Taking Charge - Lucienne is the real boss

One of my favourite parts of the Dolls House episodes in the Netflix show is the conflict between Morpheus and Lucienne due to the other residence and Dreaming servants going to her for advice and instruction first rather than Morpheus. Bearing in mind this only takes place less than a year after Morpheus's return from imprisonment, it speaks volumes as to how Lucienne has taken the role of leader of the Dreaming in her stride.

But it also indicates how Morpheus' change in the show is coming at lightening fast speed compared to the comic. In the comic, Mervyn doesn't make these observations until the Brief Lives arc, and this is indicated at that point to be a very new thing - triggered by several years post fish bowl of having to face his past decisions and mistakes (and a string of scorned ex lovers one after the other ending in a horribly matched rebound relationship with a murderous witch that subsequently rejected him and triggered him literally seeking out destruction). Lucien was only put in charge of the Dreaming when Morpheus left to go on his trip with Delirium. It is during that trip that Morpheus realises how competent Lucien is and capable of running things without problem in his absence.

Mervyn's insights are made clear here:

This is the only time in the comic that anyone dares mention that someone other than Morpheus might be the boss - and it is in no way as directly spelled out as it is in the show. "You're practically running the place" and "you secretly run this place" are quite different statements. The first only makes an observation about Morpheus's current lack of interest (in Brief Lives) in actually running his realm. It implies that Lucien is doing Morpheus' job for him, but does not go as far as to outright call Lucien the boss. Whereas in the show, that's exactly what Mervyn does.

In the comic, Morpheus overhears Mervyn's speech and immediately points out his reasoning for leaving Lucien in charge, for promoting him and giving him more authority.

Because no one ever technically undermines Morpheus in the comic, there is no conflict here. Morpheus trusts Lucien as his loyal servant and gives him the power to rule in his stead (but only when he is absent) and there is no "secretly report to Lucien first" attitude among Matthew and Mervyn. We can perhaps interpret that this might be happening behind the scenes by this point in Brief Lives, or even just before the BL arc when Morpheus was distracted by his rebound murderess, but it is never actually directly stated that this is going on.

The tension between Morpheus and Lucienne in the show is born out of the conflict over Lucienne's position and Morpheus feeling undermined by his subjects, and its storytelling gold. But the only reason such a story works in the show is because Lucienne is so important to Morpheus in the show, because their relationship goes so much deeper than the relationship in the comic. Lucienne is not a servant, she's his god damn vice president and she knows it, and he knows it too. Throughout episodes 7 and 8 specifically he reaches out to her for her opinion and advice on the Vortex situation. He talks things through with her and seeks out her guidance. It is clear that he relies on her and it is only at the end of episode 8 when Lucienne disagrees with his punishment of Gault, that in his anger, he dismisses her.

Lucien/ne the Royal Advisor

Where Morpheus in the show seeks out Lucienne's advice and opinion frequently especially during the Doll's House arc, I have to stress that this never happens in the comic. Comic!Morpheus just does not have that kind of relationship with Lucien and does not seek his counsel at all, even though Lucien does try to give it on occassion, usually when Morpheus is about to do something extremely stupid and probably damaging to himself and the Dreaming. To name a couple times:

Season of Mists - before Morpheus returns to Hell:

Brief Lives - before seeking Destruction:

You'll note that in both these times Lucien's words of caution are completely ignored.

You'll also notice that in both times Lucien is taking a path of polite caution. Lucien very rarely speaks his mind to Morpheus, because he knows it won't get him very far to do so. The only time Lucien truly loses his cool and speaks freely is in The Kindly Ones (spoiler alert)

At this point in the comic story Morpheus has basically all but given up and accepted his fate and its fucking depressing AF. Lucien is well within his right to shake the bastard HARD and snap him TF out of it. I STILL think he was too restrained here tbh!

My point here is that Lucienne already speaks her mind quite freely around Morpheus in the show. She expresses her opinions and thoughts and gives him her advice. This is such a well established dynamic by the point of the argument that it is clear that Lucienne is offended by Morpheus's dismissal of her.

Take this exchange from episode 9:

Lucienne: "Rose is weakening the walls between realms" Matthew: "You gonna tell the Boss?" Lucienne: "No." Matthew: "No?" Lucienne: "It's none of my business." Matthew: "Er, since WHEN?" Lucienne: "Since Lord Morpheus reminded me that I'm merely a librarian and should concern myself with my books from now on." Matthew: "He said that?! What's wrong with him!" Lucienne: "Nothing is wrong with him. He's always been this way. He's just been away so long I'd forgotten. He's determined to deal with the vortex and the missing Arcana by himself. Without anyones help. So any news must be reported directly and exclusively to him."

It's worth pointing out here that whilst this is framed as Morpheus being a stubborn idiot, in the comic, he does in fact deal with the vortex and the missing Arcana by himself mostly and is not so much helped but saved at the last moment by Unity Kinkaid who realises what is happening in a dream and goes to save Rose, which also saves Morpheus from Desire's trap.

In the show, Morpheus has people who care enough about him and his realm to want to get involved and help him, not out of a desire to undermine him, but simply because they care about him. That is a drastic change from the comic at this point. Morpheus in the comic is constantly shown to be struggling under the burden of his own responsibilities and this is highlighted by the fact that he doesn't really get any support or assistance, and is far too prideful to ask for it. Lucien gets the promotion and chance to rule in his absence, but it is never framed as a job he shares with Morpheus - at no point does Lucien take the burden of his responsibilities off of him. This is no Samwise Gamgee "I can carry you" moment unfortunately. Lucien does not have the power nor the bond with Morpheus to undertake such a task because Morpheus keeps him at arms length throughout the comics - but Lucienne? Well, time will tell how that may change.

An Apology from the King

In a shock horror twist that comic!Morpheus would sooner die than do himself (ha) the great emo King of the Netflix universe gives Lucienne an apology for his behaviour (sort of).

Episode 9 displays the tension between Morpheus and Lucienne following their "break up" perfectly. Morpheus is clearly in the wrong, and Lucienne is clearly hurt by his dismissal of her support. Yet even after the fight, he still seeks out her advice in determining the cause of the disturbances in the Dreaming. He goes to her first before investigating himself (something that comic!Morpheus wouldn't even consider doing) and is surprisingly capable in swallowing his pride here even though it is clearly a struggle for him.

Later in the episode, once he realises that Lucienne was right about the disturbances, he seeks her out to tell her so, and to confirm that she was right and he was wrong. This is again something that I can't fathom comic!Morpheus doing, even nearer the end of the story I don't believe he does so, certainly not to Lucien. Fiddlers Green drums this point home when he says this:

Fiddlers Green: "... still his time there appears to have changed him as it has changed me." Lucienne: "How so?" Fiddlers Green: "Lucienne, he came to you and told you he was wrong. It was very nearly an apology. The Morpheus I knew was incapable of that."

This further reinforces not just how much Morpheus has changed in a short time, but also how much he respects and cares about Lucienne and their continued relationship.

Platonic Life Partners? Co Ruler and Closest Confident of the Dream King

When I set out to write this meta, it was with the aim to highlight Lucienne's elevated role from her comic counterpart. To try to stress the importance of her character in the show and what this means for the future of the story in the show. By the end of the last episode, Lucienne is practically granted co-ruler status of the Dreaming while Morpheus works on his creations. He asks her if she can "take care of things while he works" which she agrees "with pleasure".

I just... I can NOT stress ENOUGH how much comic!Morpheus needed this person in his life. Even though Lucien looks after the Dreaming whilst Morpheus is away in Season of Mists and Brief Lives, it is always as a last resort with Morpheus continuing to check in on Lucien during Brief Lives as if he expects trouble, and he always seems a bit confused when Lucien tells him all is fine. As if he can't quite understand how the Dreaming could be okay without him there (and I mean, after the trauma of watching your realm which is also technically a part of you crumble to dust I suppose you would be a bit attached to it!).

Comic!Morpheus constantly struggles under the weight of his responsibility. His entire thing is that he is desperate to step away and not be who he is but he simply does not have it in him to do that. He is far too bound by his rules and responsibilities. For Morpheus in the show to be given someone to support him in his rule as King and assist him with the burden of his responsibilities is actually a hugely mindblowing change to the comic, and could honestly have huge repercussions on the story going forward. Not only that, but the Morpheus in the comics is painfully lonely. He desperately needs companionship but he keeps everyone at arms length. He never allows his subjects to get too close to him, even Lucien. Even Matthew isn't afforded the same level of closeness in the comics as he is in the show. In the comics, the ONLY character who Morpheus is close to is Death. Which says a lot by itself. The second character he gets closer to as time goes on is Delirium. Which also says a lot. Think of the characters in terms of their concepts. Morpheus has no close friends in the comics (even his relationship with Hob Gadling in the comic doesn't have half the impact it does in the show) and keeps all those he interacts with at arms length except for Delirium and Death.

But show!Morpheus? He has a Matthew who is already so very devoted to him, a Hob Gadling who waited an extra 33 years on hope alone that he would return to him, and a Lucienne who rules by his side, offers him support, guidance, counsel, companionship and probably a good helping of love. How can this Morpheus possibly carry the same deep loneliness as his comic counterpart? How can this Morpheus be buckling under the weight of his duties when he already has his Samwise Gamgee right there by his side? It poses an interesting question for how the show will handle future story arcs, though it could all prove to simply make for a much more painful story, where we happen to have many more characters to react and show the deeply painful grief that we all feel at his eventual passing - or maybe, just maybe, this is a universe where Hope never died...

#the sandman #dream of the endless #lucienne the librarian #lucien the librarian #sandman meta #sandman analysis #sandman comic spoilers #sandman speculation #dreaming librarian day #lucienne the sandman #this got away from me a bit #and it is 1am and I am posting it #even though it prob needs an edit #but i set out to post today and i damn well will #well its still today in america anyway #I hope you all enjoy this #now i plan to go visit the dreaming #goodnight and sweet dreams zzzzzzz

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You remember that AF episode where Ben pretends to be evil (Above and Beyond)? What would happen if he pulled that with the HoMies?

It lives rent free in my head, anon. It was one of the better episodes in my opinion, because it showcases Ben in a different and much more favorable light!

Ooof, okay, it might not be the light-hearted 'haha ye he probably did and it would be epic/hilarious' answer you expect, but bear with me im trying to think of like in-verse situation here and honestly? I don't think it's gonna go over very well. There is potential that everyone can get very hurt?? And not just physically but emotionally.

You see I'm pretty sure almost all of the HoM-ies (going off my faulty memory here, sorry in advance if its wrong), at some point or another faced off someone who have turned sides from good to bad (or even themselves). So, all of them got kinda burned in that sense.

I'm not saying that they all automatically assume/believe that Ben really went Darkside, but they would certainly not dismiss the possiblity of it happening. I mean, they are those kind of people that would believe in the best of people/fellow heroes/misguided friends until the very end, but prior experience would mean that they also will take those sort of threat seriously.

And you know, to put such a doubt in a friend and teammate is terrible and upsetting imho. Because, you see in A&B ep. it was a controlled training exercise/graduation exam with people Ben sorta knows but is not exactly close with, and that setting kind of doesn't apply to HoMies?? So it would be either an incredibly mean-spirited prank or like a plot point to, I dunno, trick a villain into thinking Ben betrayed HoMies?? Very different end results here depending on a scenario lol.

But either way, if Ben does do something like that, I believe that he could be just as terrifyingly efficient in 'attacking' others, by playing their weaknesses and using his aliens smartly. Because we all know that there is a part of him that is like that, (terrifyingly smart and a bit mean i mean), however small it is and usually buried under his honest desire to be a hero and a good guy.

However if he does that, there is a much bigger chance that others would hit back. And hit hard. Because HoMies are not just plumber rookies in a training exercise, but experienced heroes and they know him just as well as he knows them. And remember that little fact about a lot of them being burned about people going dark side? Yeah, that means that they would feel very motivated to contain a friend who has possibly gone bad, if only to stop try and get him to see sense.

So I can see it escalating to a degree of serious injuries, because, well, Ben is versatile and strong, but going against all 8 of others, some of who match him, would be a very hard fight (certainly not like toying with rookies lol). I mean, he could separate them and fight mano-a-mano but it still would be a lot.

And like, oof, the emotional part of it is what getting to me in my head. Like, there could be a number of different scenarious where a situation like this could happen, but my mind stubbornly goes to 'mean prank' and 'for sake of mission'. In case of second one, others could be in on it from the start and/or they are not but figure out that Ben is doing it for a reason and they would understand, even if it may upset them he didnt trust them to help from the start.

(and in the end of that someone would absolutely joke, how terrifying of a bad guy Ben would make lol)

But, boy, in case of the first, Ben could burn some bridges and hurt others. Because, a prank like that with fellow heroes who experienced that sort of betrayal before??? like OOOF im getting sad just imagining it. ;(

but BUT!!!!! You know this ask gave me a much better happier idea???

Ben asking HoMies to help him do the same sort of training excersice/graduation exam for earth based plumbers, by playing the role of the bad guys with him!!!!!

God just imagine, all the bonding with Ben and others, 'fighting' against poor terrified rookies who are suddenly faced with a previously protector of Earth Robot XJ-9 turned bad, or a ghastly apparition from outer space that kinda looks like that ghost menace from Amity, or some weird robot guy with Big Fucking Sword and a freaking dragon???

All the shennanigans!!! And those poor rookies that graduate will have such weird freaking stories to tell other outer space cadets lol.

#que?#hom au #hom au q&a #im chewing on that last idea like a starved dog on a bone anon

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macsimagines · 9 months

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Ahhh you write for them wonderfully? You’ve gone above and beyond my expectations and I appreciate all you’ve done ♡

I hope that you’re not too busy and that I’m not pestering you too much; may i request the same Yan! Shin/Izana/Ran trio stalking their darling throughout the city on their day off? Like them following and observing as their s/o runs errands, goes to appointments, etc?

Thank you for the love and thank you for your patience with me. Ive really enjoyed writing your requests

Yandere!Shinichiro

Was devastated when you told him he couldn't go with you. "My bad Boo, but you're too distracting and I really need to get these errands done today."

He took such great offense to that. What's so distracting about constantly having a hand on your ass and his tongue in your mouth- ok. Maybe he can be a smidge attention diverting...

But its ok! He can still be with you, just in a far off corner where you can't see him. Its almost nostalgic, it's just like back in high school before you two were dating.

Loves the way you're doing your errands though. Look at his baby go, being all domestic at the grocery store. Takes pictures on his phone because its just too cute the way you read all the store labels.

You end up catching him in the frozen foods section. "Hey there, sweet thang... Come here often?" Cheesy pick up lines and his stalking aside, at least he's cute right?

Yandere!Izana

What in the hell? You chew his ear off about how you never get to spend time together and how he always blows you off and now that he finally has a day set aside for you, you can't even spare him a second?

"Sorry baby, I've got a really important appointment today and I can't miss it." "Are you shittin' me? An appointment for what?" "....hair."

You must think you're real slick if you honestly believe that he'll fall for a lie like that. He knew this was gong to happen. Obviously you're planning on leaving him.

Like he'll let you walk away, its his own fault, as if you can leave him alive, he should've paid more attention to you, you're not going anywhere but in a fucking body bag, please don't go.

He follows you, he wants to catch you in the act. Did you meet someone new? Are you trying to just dip out of town while his guard is down?

Izana does catch you. At an appointment. At a maternity clinic. So you did lie, but this is a whole other monster than what he was ready for. Could this mean...

Waits outside for an hour and can't even enjoy the shocked look on your face. All he wants are answers.

"Well, Y/N?" With shaky hands and tears in your eyes you hand him a picture of an ultrasound. He can barely make out the tiny blob in the photo but suddenly he knows why you were so moody and trying to blow him off.

"I'm sor-!" Izana isn't one for PDA, but before you can get even a single apology out he's embracing you in a tight hug. This is the best possible outcome.

Yandere!Ran

Well ain't this a bitch? He wakes up at the crack of dawn, 12pm, and you've already left the apartment? Only leaving a note; Enjoy your day off baby! Running errands, be back 2nite!

Bullshit! He took the day off for you, and to sleep like the dead, but mostly for you! Ran had actually planned to take you out shopping then drop by that nice restaurant you like so much for dinner.

This will not stand. Using the app he had installed on your phone, he bought it and pays the bill he can put whatever he wants on it, he tracks your location all the way to the market.

He's going to surprise you and drag you home. You can't just take off like that. Who is he supposed to spoon when you're gone? His pillow? Pathetic.

But then he sees you. So cute in your skirt and sweater, holding a basket of all that fresh produce he knows use when you make him his food. You take such good care of him.

Ran really does want to be mad but how can he when you're just an angel....

When he finally confronts you he does try hard to front like he's mad. "You could've woken me up..." he pouts. You just pat him on the head. "Big baby. Want to help me pick out some fruit? I'm thinking of making a parfait for dessert?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere ran haitani

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bunnydongsik · 23 days

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I don't really like the headcanon that Joowon is autistic. I feel that in his case it actually takes away from his character, because it implies that he is Like That due to having natural trouble with following social cues, but he understands the cues perfectly - he just doesn't care.

Joowon is an asshole because he considers himself far, far above other people, he doesn't care if he hurts other people's feelings, he doesn't care if he doesn't get along with other people because, remember, he doesn't want friends.

To Joowon, "friend" is what you call someone that you have a transactional relationship with, you do them a favour and they do you a favour, and he could never dream of going out of his way to simply help someone, without somehow gaining something himself.

Joowon already believes he has it all - he is smart, he is succesfull and he has the best connections, and he is in his own words "better than everyone else", thus there is nothing that another person can offer him, and he is free to be as cold as he wants - and because of his connections nothing will happen to him even if he insults everyone around him. He is an extremely privileged person.

I saw someone else point this out, I forget who, but there is a tendency in the Beyond Evil fandom to look past the question of class. Joowon is extremely rich and well-connected and is, as he later himself admits, sheltered. He has never had to consider the consequences of his actions, because untill he causes the death of an innocent marginalised woman to further his own career, there simply haven't been any.

And even then he is hardly punished at all - it is expected that he stays in Manyang for a few months before returning to the same high position he held before. And he does not protest this at all, he does not go out of his way to seek punishment, even outright denying multiple times that he had anything to do with her death after her corpse turns up. Early Joowon is truly his father's son - he keeps the secret of his guilt for the sake of his own and his father's careers.

It is only because Dongsik drives it through his thick skull that he finally understands and acknowledges exactly what he has done, which sparks a panic attack and a long, long night sitting in his car where they found her corpse.

And I believe that it is only when he returns to Dongsik and screams about how YES he SHOULD take responsibility, that Dongsik considers him as anything more than a mildly amusing spoiled asshole.

The "screaming scene" is the turning point for Joowon, for himself and also for the viewer and Dongsik - it is proof that underneath all the assholery, there hides a good person, and it is only from here that Joowon demands punishment for his actions - punishment that is not given because Joowon is extremely rich and well-connected, and thus sheltered from his actions.

And then of course, he tries to take responsibility even for actions that are not his fault, but this time Dongsik won't let him.

#beyond evil #han joowon #jwds

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centralperkchenford · 3 months

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Chenford + Lucy falls asleep on the couch while waiting up for Tim

This is beyond soft 🫠🥹. I hope you enjoy!

Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own But that's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

Lucy sighs as she stretches out on the sofa, the tv is on but she’s not paying it any mind. Tim had called about an hour ago telling her he would be late. Not as late as he usually is but late enough that she would probably be in bed by the time he got home.

The thing is though she can’t sleep without Tim. She has tried many times but all she ends up doing is tossing and turning. And she usually awakes when she hears him come in and slip into bed with her.

She usually falls asleep quickly after that, she’s not sure what it is. His steady breathing, his heartbeat against her back or his arms pulling her to him. Or maybe it’s just him.

His scent. His touch. His soft words as she drifted back to sleep.

She sighs and runs her hand over her face, wishing that he was here with her right now. Because god, she loves him.

And she missed him on these long nights, the nights where she didn’t get sleep. She never thought she would be that girl who missed her boyfriend so much she couldn’t sleep.

But here she was out on the couch, clad in his shirt (it smelled like him and she loved wearing his clothes and better yet he loved when she wore his clothes). She was a little tired and she knows the day is catching up with her. She just didn’t expect to be waiting up for Tim again.

It’s worth it though because he comes home, and she knows the minute he slips into bed she is safe, she is protected and loved. He surrounds her with all his goodness and kisses her with all the love he has for her. So even if she despises nights like these where he isn’t in bed next to her. She knows it’s worth because he always comes home to her.

She turns to look at the TV and realizes she has no idea what is on TV, she had just turned it on in hopes it would lull her to sleep. But it wasn’t working, so she turns the TV off and closes her eyes, the soft glow of the lamp shine above her. She sighs again the silence of the apartment defeating.

Hopefully Tim would be home soon and she would be in his arms.

Safe and at peace because he was her home.

***

Tim unlocks Lucy’s apartment door and quietly steps inside shutting it behind him and clicking the lock to lock it. He toes off his shoes and lines them up next to Lucy’s. He drops his bag next to them and then tiptoes to her bedroom, ready to climb into bed with her and hold her tight. He stops short however when he sees her on couch, curled up under the afghan. He can see she’s in his shirt and that thought alone does something to him.

He smiles softly and heads over to the couch, crouching down so he’s level with her. He hates coming home this late, he hates that he can’t fall asleep next to Lucy at a normal time every single night.

He loves however when he crawls into bed next to her she curls into him instantly. He loves that she always wakes ups little when he comes in and then falls asleep.

He really loves her.

He brushes his finger across her face, and she stirs a little but doesn’t wake up. “Luce.” He shakes her gently and she opens one eye and then another. A smile spreading across her face when she sees him.

“Hi.” She mumbles her voice sleepy and raspy. “You are home.” He huffs out a laugh and she sits up curling her legs underneath her.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asks. He gets up and sits next to her. She instantly moves closer and rests her head on his shoulder.

“I can’t sleep when you aren’t here.” She admits her voice still sleepy. “I don’t like to. I guess I was just tired.”

Tim laughs and kisses the top of her head, and then stands up pulling her with him. He tucks her into his side and leads her to bed. She slips under the covers and watches him, her eyes following him as he strips down.

He slips on a shirt and then crawls into bed, and as always Lucy curls into him. “Much better.” She mutters. He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

It’s hard working late nights and having to come home so late, it’s hard because he misses Lucy. But this is worth it, his girlfriend, the woman he plans on spending the rest of his life with curled into him. His arms wound around her waist and drawing circles on her bare thighs.

Its worth all the late hours and the takedowns. It’s worth all the bruises and the anger at the world. It’s worth it because he gets to come home to her.

And he knows she will always be there waiting for him.

And if he can always come home to her, he would do it a thousand times over. Because she was worth it. She was his home.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

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grlzluvmyswag · 3 months

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"Oh, my god, come on." You stand before him in the staff lounge, gritting your teeth and making a mental note to wipe that shit-faced grin right off that pretty-boy face of his soon. You irritably grab two fistfuls of your uniform shirt, as well as the lacy bra beneath it, and yank them both upwards so that they’re bunched up above your bared tits. For him, this should be adequate. It was adequate the last time, right? Men love boobs, surely he’ll just appreciate the gesture and give you what you need…? You almost groan in exasperation at his unpredictable nature and the apprehension it brings along with it. The man slinks back into the most ridiculously expensive chair you've witnessed the like of with a lazy sigh, proactively making you wish you could dropkick his lanky frame to the cold, hard floor.

"Ehhh..." Gojo taps his chin with a slender finger, giving the impression that he is "thinking about it", albeit in the most unconvincing way possible while making a face at the sight of his student in the same scenario she was in the previous week. At once, an apparently innocent smile brightens up his face, and those keen eyes peer up into yours as though you happened to be having a normal discussion. "Yeah, no, not good enough for me."

"Huh…!?" is what you yell in reply to his selfish conclusion. Naturally, you could've called that response, but that doesn't make it piss you off any less! Please, who does this cocky bastard think he is? Given the taboo element of your budding relationship, he should consider himself so lucky to be seeing your tits for the second occasion in a row.

Gojo, who was hoping for that exact reaction, grins more enthusiastically than ever. He shifts back in his chair, sets his polished boots on the desk in front of him, and interlaces his fingers behind his head. He looks a little too proud for your liking, you think to yourself with a scowl.

"I said... not good enough." He shrugs his shoulders, making fun of his agitated student and all that she's trying to do in order to acquire additional training sessions with him. His claims are contradicted by that dumb smile of his, but he'll keep this up just a while longer for the hell of it. Maybe he can get more than he originally bargained for?

"Why." you promptly ask, planting your fists firmly on your hips as you continue the heated interaction, playing right into his game. Gojo is determined to have you as on-edge as possible, and it's evident in his sparkling blue gaze.

"Why is this not good enough?"

"Yeah, why."

"You're asking me for more one on one training. You know that's gonna eat into my personal life, right?"

You sigh frustratedly at the way he forever finds a way and a will to skirt around the answer you expect from him, palms slamming upon the polished surface of his desk in a futile attempt to intimidate the man. Your movement is carried with such ferocity, yet all it accomplishes is to lure the idiot’s interest back to those exposed tits. They sway and jiggle a small distance from Gojo's face, and he finds himself beyond turned on. Enough that even his leg is beginning to bounce as a way to cope with the overwhelming urges he's suppressing inside.

"Can you ju-" you cut yourself off suddenly, frozen as ice once you register the sensation of your tender nipple being delicately rolled between his knuckles at the same time his other big, veiny hand squeezes at your chest. You swiftly shift forth for him in search of more touch even when your body's instinctual need to jolt away from the stimulation is activated. "Huh, w-wait..." before you can stop it, a soft whimper manages to escape you, and this automatically motivates the teacher to insist on continuing with an air of smugness up until you fiercely slap his hand away.

The sorcerer chuckles breathily at your harsh behaviour while he tilts his head. And to really gain your sympathy, he shamelessly adjusts and briefly strokes the throbbing bulge in his slacks, because look at him... he's already painfully hard at the sight of your perfect tits! You just have to let him get his way after what you've done to him!

"Oh dear, just drop that god-awful attitude already, would you? What I'm sayin'... is while the sight is good, more would be good enough."

"...What are you playing at, Satoru Gojo?" Your tone is cautious, slightly breathless as you gather yourself. It's only a question of making sure. You know he loves to take every advantage he can just to get under your skin. He’s already had the pleasure of fondling you just then, so maybe it’s only acceptable for him to want more from you. That’s what he wants you to think, anyways. The man huffs impatiently, crossing those long, lean arms of his.

"Tch. Come onnnnnn. Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?" He groans like an impatient child, a slight pout contorting his lips. "I want you to let me suck on your tits. Play with 'em."

Yep, there it is. Ever so determined to cross the line, isn’t he?

"…you’re kidding." You blink at the man. Once, twice.

Gojo is bewildered. No, he's not kidding at all! If he didn't intend to act on it, why would he state something so obscene? You look at him as though he were known for abusing your feelings or something... it’s almost hurtful!

"No, I’m not." He expresses his annoyance with an exaggerated sigh, running his fingers through locks of snow white, pushing back the strands that messily rest over the frames of his shades.

Oh, wow. He’s truly not kidding. What is this… self-entitled, utterly infuriatingly handsome man’s issue?! He must really enjoy the thrill of greedily sinking his teeth into more than he should chew, mustn’t he? And he’s just so shamelessly rude about it! Yet somehow that’s barely enough to keep you from actually, actually, considering the price he wants you to pay. What really gets you thinking about it is a quick peer at the teacher's (effortlessly aggravating) mouth. You have to admit that with those perfectly pink lips sucking, kissing and everything in between, your view could certainly gain just that little bit more oomph. And oh, you can only imagine how absolutely delectable that silver tongue of his would feel, lapping at your hard nipples till you feel weak. On top of that, the task ought to shut him up for a moment or so! A highly appealing aspect indeed.

But damn it all! If what you were doing were to be discovered by an unsuspecting member of staff or a fellow student who hadn't left yet, what in all hell would you do? Really, what would you say? "Sorry, I was just letting Gojo-sensei here suck on my tits so he'd continue to supply me with the additional training I need"? God, no! You're practically gasping for air at the mere notion of something so probable occurring, however you're struggling to determine if this is due to that sinking sensation of dread or… arousal.

"Thirty seconds." you place a time limit in a stern tone of voice, not wanting to allow the smug bastard to think he has the upper hand in this little negotiation.

"A minute." Gojo counters almost immediately, a challenging smirk curving the edges of his mouth much to your displeasure. It’s only natural for him to push the limit, after all, so how could you snap at him over something of such common knowledge. It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here, is what he’s thinking.

"Thirty. Seconds." Yes, that’s right. Stand your ground, you! Show him who’s boss right here and now—

"Minute and thirty seconds."

"Deal."

He could have been so considerate as to try concealing the certainly antagonising snicker behind a hand, or at least disguising it with a little cough! But not even the most meager attempt! Without so much as a small slant of his head to keep you from catching it, it simply slips by those sparkling pearly-whites. He knew you would cave eventually, but this quickly? Brilliant, really. No, truly! Brilliant. Ugh, and if you had thought ‘that ego couldn’t possibly get any more obnoxiously huge!’, it’s very well proven by that fucking smile that yes, yes it can get any more obnoxiously huge. Of course, the man can’t help but smirk at the dirty scowl on your face as you simmer, taking off his shades to get a better look.

I am your most strongest, most incredibly attractive downfall, sweetie. Those are the words that his sultry gaze conveys as he beckons you closer, firm thighs spread out on that damned rich-prick-vibe chair to accommodate your body between them. Having forgotten that your chest was bared free, you’re abruptly reminded once his open-mouthed breaths lightly fan over the soft and sensitive skin, not failing to direct your attention to his actions. Shit, the view’s pretty. It’s all so very pretty. Bright blue eyes peering up at you, sparkling and enthralling enough to the point where you study them too intently and catch your own reflection. Rosy, full lips that fluidly mould against the shape of your breast, planting slow kisses with his cupid’s bow prominent and glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. Stray locks of pure white that fall across his forehead, the ends getting caught on the tips of his long lashes when he blinks up at you. Flawless, yet such an entitled asshole.

With minimal thought, you carefully brush the flyaways from his face, carding your fingertips through the perfect mess that is his hair. It's so soft — soft enough that it could be mistaken for the feathers of an angel's wings.

"Mmph, fffuck… again." the sorcerer groans lowly against your dampened flesh, dancing his eager tongue around your areola and barely making contact with the stiffened bud at the centre, just enough to have your breath hitching. The heaviness of his palms caressing your waist is fucking dangerous, something you feel you could get addicted to very easily. Could? Will.

"For god’s sakes…" with a deep sigh and a roll of your eyes, you let him feel your nails grazing his head once again and gently tug on a loose fistful of hair, earning a genuine moan sent straight from the back of his throat. Oh, the noises he makes are downright delicious, you could just… "Ooph-…!"

Gojo swiftly pins you between the staff room’s large desk and himself, carefully bending you backwards until your head could rest on the surface if it wanted. The teacher’s deft hands leave no distance when it comes to your bare skin, greedily rubbing up and down over your ribs and stomach like nobody’s business. He’s thriving for the overwhelmed yet delightfully pleasured expression on your sweet face, chuckling to himself before happily leaning over and wrapping his warm lips around your nipple to suck on it.

"Uh, mnn..." you moan quietly within the otherwise empty lounge, nails instinctively sinking into the nape of his neck as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. He’s super into it now, teeth grazing and suction differing, so many techniques directed at one area until he decides to switch to your other nipple, only to mess around with your fleeting reactions. Every nibble, every hot caress of that silver tongue has you reeling. Even your toes curl at the sensations he brings you, causing you to feel more than ashamed of yourself for genuinely enjoying Satoru fucking Gojo.

He’s hovering you above the desk, marked papers, stationery, folders and god knows what else being knocked off by the force of his passionate movements. A string of little gasps, oh’s and ah’s escape your mouth, twitching and jolting in a pair of strong arms in response to his advances. It’s so sexy, the manner in which he goes about handling your body. Rough but not too rough, quick but not too quick for you still find yourself yearning for much more of him than you would ever like to admit. Realising you’re about to start thinking of him in a different light, you forcefully lay a hand on his chest and attempt to push him off. You’re way too paranoid about being caught right now, you lie to yourself for an easier, less aggravating excuse despite having just remembered where you were only a few seconds ago. Damn it, he’s too good and it’s tempting your inhibitions to jump out the window.

"Hold on, hold on-" the man murmurs in a concentrated state as his teeth are almost taken away from your sweet flesh, chest pressing against your hand in order to get closer again since he’s clearly not done the time. Actually, Gojo’s almost a little offended that you think he’d miss the chance to get the last few seconds in on such a perfect pair of tits.

"Hey, what the hell!" a vexed whisper leaves you when he doesn’t comply, kicking your legs in the air in a half-assed attempt to strike him.

"Four… mmff, three." he counts down the remaining seconds out loud and pays no mind to your thrashing, desperate flicks of his tongue and short, gruff moans occasionally interrupting the sequence of numbers, "Fu- two… mmnnn one."

Finally, he stops sucking. However, his warm mouth trails up to your neck as you reluctantly hold your shirt and bra as high as they can go for his access, and its only after the last couple of open-mouthed kisses that he allows his slicked lips to detach from your body. Gojo can feel his pulsing cock trying its very best to escape the irritating confines of his clothes now, pushing and jumping against the fabric as he effortlessly continues to hold you, a sign that he needs to leave before he lets himself get too carried away.

"Minute and a half, bam."

"A minute and thirty-seven seconds…" is what you retort snappily in return, glaring at that dumb smile he’s sending your way.

"Training on Monday." The man purrs in your ear before carelessly dropping you against the desk, humming obnoxiously as he strides out into the hallway on those string bean legs you’d love to kick in as of right now.

"Ugh!" you grunt loudly when your head bumps upon the hard surface, immediately scrambling to sprint to the doorway with a hand rubbing the bruise that’s definitely forming as you shout, "Prick!"

"…You say somethin’?"

#gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo imagine

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