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akystaracer22 · 19 hours
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Free the Bird from its Gilded Cage
Synopsis: Lucifer would tell anyone who asked his greatest regret was letting humanity eat the apple. Better than admitting what he really regretted.
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Golly gee good thing affairs didn’t exist back then huh!
In which Lucifer’s tism hurts his best friend, the fic.
I think I can tag this as Edenpoly considering the conversation between Lucifer and Lilith.
I give my greatest thanks to my good friend Hat who uttered the phrase “I raise a glass to the friend you could have been and drink to the monster you became” (Or something of the sort) which has not left my brain 2 years later.
No shade on other people’s depictions of the ancient archangels. I love good archangels as much as you guys but… this is very much bashing.
I’m so sorry Michael. And Azrael, and every single angel who’s characters I butcher in this AU. It’s not you guys I swear.
God on the other hand fuck you I’m not sorry.
I have been told by many people irl that I have religious trauma. I didn’t think I did but fuck it we ball.
I am so sorry this came out late but I had two assignments and I'm moving houses, I'll try not to have a repeat.
Word count: 1957
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Lucifer felt Lilith before he saw her, the first woman’s aura screaming frustration and hurt louder than the tears in her eyes.
She was sitting under an aspen tree with her legs tucked to her chest.
Lucifer didn’t need to guess why she was upset; it could really only be one thing these days.
“Adam did something again, didn’t he.”
Lilith huffed and lifted her head to meet Lucifer’s gaze, “We fought, again. He still doesn’t get it.”
Lucifer sighed and sat down next to the first woman, not for the first time the little voice in his head bemoaned Adams chronic inability to listen to anyone other than God. It was really starting to cause problems in Eden.
“He’ll regret it.”
“He always does, but he still does it.”
Lucifer nodded, “He needs to learn that God isn’t right about everything,” His siblings would murder him if they knew he was spreading this kind of blasphemy, “But I do agree, it’s a little irritating.”
“It is!” Lucifer jerked as Lilith stood up abruptly and began to pace, “He’s great most of the time don’t get me wrong, but he’s just increasingly growing more and more insufferable! It’s like every time he gets better he just goes straight back to being worse!”
“Truly the trials and tribulations of the first humans.”
“I just wish he would listen to me! Not some stuck up self-important know it all who thinks I’m worthless.”
Lucifer wisely held back the instinctive defence of the Creator, “Especially when you are so much more than that.”
Lilith seemed to finally run out of steam, falling back into Lucifer’s arms and holding him tightly, “I hate this… I hate him.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t… I hate the man God wants him to be.”
“I hate that man too,” Lucifer admitted, “I hate how he hurts everyone.”
Because it wasn’t just Lilith that was left hurting. Lucifer hated how he was losing track of the near silent breakdowns of Adam’s.
God created humanity different from the grand design, and every day Lucifer loathed that fact more and more.
“He’s going to win, that man.”
“Neither of us will let him.”
“He’ll let himself,” Lilith hissed right by his ear, the sound sending a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, by the choirs that felt good “Adams an idiot.”
“Yep!” Call Lucifer blasphemous, but he was so tempted to-
Lilith opened her mouth to say something, and Lucifer listened to the little voice in his head once again.
He caught her mouth with his own swiftly before pulling back, face flushing as he realised what he just did.
That was something only Adam and Lilith was supposed to do with each other.
Lilith blinked, taking time to process before giving her response, “Do that again.”
Lucifer didn’t need to be told twice.
The bark of the aspen tree was lit up by Lucifer’s wings as he pressed his lips to Lilith’s again.
And again.
And again.
Lucifer had never felt so good. He could see why Lilith and Adam like doing this. This felt so good.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
It was hours until Lucifer disentangled himself from Lilith, still not having quite recovered from the experience. Sadly, he could feel the mental tug attached to his halo signifying his siblings wanting an audience with him. The last thing he wanted was to have them come down and see him with Lilith.
The moment he returned to heaven however, he had the distinct feeling that he might have messed up regardless.
Michael was pacing and muttering angrily under his breath, sharp sounds grating Lucifer’s awareness. When the archangel saw Lucifer, his wings physically bristled as he lunged forward and grabbed the Morningstar by the robe.
“You are so very fortunate that God was already growing tired of Lilith’s rebellion!”
“What?”
“Michael,” Lucifer turned to see Azrael landing nearby, “I highly doubt Lucifer knows what he has done, as impulsive as he is.”
“What? What happened,” Lucifer demanded, mantling his wings to make himself look larger as he stared down the other archangels.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what!”
“God decided to give the first man a new wife,” Michaels words cut through Lucifer’s anger and left only shock, “Made from his rib.”
“… what?”
“Yes, I had to tear it out myself,” Michael huffed, Lucifer noticed the dried red still dusting the angels gloves, “Adam tried to flee.”
“…”
“What Michael means,” Azreal shot the other a look, “Is that Adam didn’t take the information well, and saw it fit to attempt avoiding the situation entirely.”
“He was awake?!” Lucifer screeched “By the choir what is wrong with you two?!”
“It was the Creator’s wishes, none of us knew it would bring pain,” Azrael sighed, “However, it would encourage not repeating the situation…”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Michael scoffed, “The Creator ensured Adam wouldn’t remember.”
“It would taint him.”
“It would motivate him.”
“What?”
“Our Creator has decided to take a more… hands on approach in ensuring the situation does not repeat itself,” Azrael looked uncomfortable, “Xe employed the use of divine power to keep Adam and Eve from straying from the grand design.”
Lucifer took a step back.
Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Lucifer couldn’t hear over the roar of nothing in his ears.
No.
Nononononono.
Lucifer ran.
He broke into a sprint before diving back down to Earth, landing on the soft grass of Eden he looked around desperately.
“Adam!”
“Yes?”
Lucifer turned around as Adam’s figure came into view from behind a tree, “Adam-”
His eyes were gold.
Lucifer stumbled back as he took in the first man’s appearance, Adam’s eyes were no longer the colour of earth. The familiar dark brown orbs that bore the gold of honey and of leaves in the sun were gone. In their place was the brilliant gold of divinity, of heaven, the same gold of the-
The chain attached to his wrist.
Lucifer lunged forward and grabbed his friends arm, pulling him forward and running a hand along the softly glowing cuff on Adams wrist.
It was definitely the Creator’s doing.
“Adam what have they done to you.”
“Ah, apologies, but have we met before?”
Lucifer’s golden ichor froze as he looked back up to meet that accursed golden gaze, “What?”
“It is just that… you seem familiar with me, but I do not recall ever having met you. I apologize.”
Lucifer stepped back from the first man, “What.”
“Were you present for my creation? That day was such a blur I hardly recall all those present.”
“Adam- Adam look at me,” Lucifer grabbed Adam by the shoulder, staring desperately into those too gold, too inhuman, too holy eyes “Adam. You are my best friend. You remember me don’t you?”
Adam’s eyes flickered for a moment, that familiar beautiful earth brown peeking through for a moment before being swamped by heavenly gold.
“You are an angel; how could I ever be friends with someone of a higher status such as you?”
Lucifer wanted to cry.
The Creator truly was cruel.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Lucifer couldn’t do this.
Lucifer shoved Adam away and ran like a coward, stumbling through the bushes and past trees as he ran away from the puppet wearing his best friends face.
He didn’t even talk like Adam.
The Creator just stripped his best friend of everything that made him… him.
Lucifer collapsed under a willow tree as he sobbed into his arms.
He didn’t move for a long time after that.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
Lilith found him in the dim of night, her eyes sharp and he teeth bared in a rueful grimace even as she took him into his arms.
“We’re not letting them get away with this. Not this time.”
A hot flame of righteous anger sparked in Lucifer’s heart as he held onto Lilith. She was right, this crossed a line.
Lucifer wanted to rush in, to steal Adam away and find a way to break that chain.
Lilith told him to wait, to watch and observe as she would.
“Right now, heaven does not know about our rebellion, if we move too quickly we will both be destroyed.”
She was right, of course she was. Lucifer hated it though.
They had to watch Adam go through the motions of what his life used to be. The way he would no longer wander the garden without reason.
He wouldn’t play with the animals anymore or sit and relax under the sun.
Lucifer almost broke the trunk of a tree when he saw Adam tear out a plant Gabriel considered ‘too imperfect for the garden’ even though Lucifer knew that it was Adams favourite flower.
That flame of anger grew every time that damned shackle glowed and chained Adams will.
It took a little time to figure out, but if there was one thing Lucifer was sure would free Adam and Eve, it was the apples of knowledge.
They had to.
Lucifer and Lilith also watched Eve through everything. She seemed meek through the control of the Creator, but in the few moments the attention of heaven faded and the gold in her eyes let a little bit of reddish brown through, they got to know her.
She was gentle and sweet to the animals but there was a steel in her spine.
She was vibrant and wild as she chased the cheetah’s around the garden or buried her head in a grizzly bears side.
Lucifer grew to love her in a way. As little of her as he could see. But she was the one the Creator paid less attention to, and why would xe? She is supposed to be subservient to Adam.
Lucifer shifted into the form of a snake and curled through the branches of the tree of knowledge as she came into view.
Showtime.
“Eve my dear, may I borrow your attention for but a moment?” Lucifer sing-songed, drawing the girls eye as she stopped at the base of the tree.
“What is it you require of me, snake?” Eve asked, Lucifer watched intently as the telltale hint of red brown filtered into her gaze, this was the shot he needed.
“The fruit of this tree, could you tell me how it tastes to you?”
The woman flinched back as if struck, and Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at her response.
“I couldn’t, God said-”
“And have you not wondered why xe demands such things of you? Have you not questioned why xe forbade this?” Lucifer hissed, snapping off an apple and letting it fall to the ground at Eve’s feet, “I know, and that is why I ask this of you.”
Eve’s will fought with Heaven for a moment as she picked up the apple, but she was not gone yet, “God said that if I ate the fruit, I would die.”
“And the Creator lies to you,” blasphemy dripped off of Lucifers tongue as he all but snarled at Eve, the white-hot flame of fury envenoming his words, “To eat the apple is not to die, but to be freed. To have your eyes opened to the truth around you.”
Eve held the apple in her hands, the reddish brown in her eyes traitorously present.
“How do you know I won’t die?”
“Because my dear, I have had my eyes opened long ago. To open them is a freedom the Creator keeps from you on purpose,” Lucifer hissed, “You will not die, of that I can promise.”
Eve bit into the apple, and the chains snapped under the weight of knowledge granted.
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ritz-writes · 5 months
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@asleepyy so sorry for tagging u twice in one day and i hope im not bothering u with my brain rot 😅
but yes, i did actually dissect the lyrics. yes, i am actually insane. and yes, i love this au quite a lot.
here are my notes and what i think each song represents, tho its mainly just the vibes i get. i made notes as i listened to them (note: i see songs almost always in animatic form. idk if that will effect how i imagine what each song means, but i thought it might be worth mentioning)
join me as i lose my mind over the course of an hour and a half
say what you think: def making me think of them both in heaven and jophiel wanting to ask questions.
running up that hill: AHH this one hurt. very obvious as well. jophiel seeing that azazel shouldnt be a demon. "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get Him to swap our places." i am sobbingggg
what difference does it make?: at first i was going to say its jophiel wanting to figure out what went wrong but azazel makes them promise not to, but i think its better suited for azazel understanding hes a demon, but he cant help but still have faith in the almighty
please please please let me get what i want: fuckkk is this about azazel being a demon but still wanting to do good 😭 short but still painful
ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've): my first reaction to the title alone was like the second image of the kambucha girl meme. anyway i think this one is about them becoming friends (or more?? 👀) but knowing its seen as wrong. "And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that's worse" makes me also think of jophiel talking to the metatron and realizing he shouldnt ask about azazel lest he risk the poor thing being smited.
nothing critical: ohhhh this one gives hella vibes of jophiel not trusting heaven and knowing "something isnt right here" in regards to the fall-- HOLD UP "I know, someone had to go, If not him it'd be me instead" HELLO??? aziraphale asking for jophiel??? is this like after he finds out what azazels name used to be??
flowers never bend with the rainfall: hmm... i feel like this is a plot point song. not sure why. but "And I hide behind the shield of my illusion" makes me think it pertains to azazel
bird in space: oh this ones a bit tricky. i think ive reached the songs that no longer fit the lore we've been given thus far. so the only thing i can think rn is jophiel enjoying earthly pleasures? not rlly sure
angel, won't you call me?: oh fuckkk is this about a fight they have? "I fled at the face of my rival. When I felt his breath at the back of my neck. Angel, won't you call?" theres no way that isnt about azazel saying smth and then leaving, only to be scared he severed his tie to the only person thats been nice to him.
the stranger: first of this is a bop and im loving it. very groovy. the first thing that comes to mind is the "choose your faces wisely" prophecy. ooo is this about jophiel trying to convince azazel hes still meant to be an angel? that he wasnt meant to fall? also, the last verse is sticking out to me... not sure why
all i think about now: fuckkkkk this is giving me the vibes of jophiel finding out azazel Fell cuz of him and feeling guilty about it. "If I'm late, can I thank you now?" FUCKING OW?? oh yeah for sure this is about jophiel finding out and being sucker punched with guilt
ill be your mirror: oh goddd this song. i know crowley listens to this song but i cant remember what its about so lets see. AH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. okay so jophiel reminds azazel that he is inherently good, regardless of if hes a demon. thats what im getting from this (also just tihnking of that ask i sent about the reflective sunglasses bthwjegkrw)
me and my husband: okay all im getting from this is "they r down bad". they r very very very much in love. getting vibes of this being after they stop the apocolypse. or maybe their feelings developing thru the centuries
time in a bottle: oh man this song always gets me. okay so, this and the last song r giving the oh-shit-i-might-be-in-love vibes. but this one is with jophiel's pov, while me and my husband is azazel's
ritz note: the last couple songs have been cute and lovey and i am now terrified of what the next ones r gonna be. cuz i know this fandom. and i am not ready for the pain. i am afraidddd
lonesome town: i fucking called it i knew the happy wouldnt last 😭😭 they had a fight didnt they. yeahhh they had a fight. FUCK why is this so sad but so pretty
across the universe: is this one sad too??? hang on theres a bit thats not in english, what does that mean... "Hail to the Heavenly Teacher." okay so i assume this is an azazel song. this is just making me think of the bookshop fire, but its azazel thinking jophiel died 😭 ....i am staring at the lyircs. i am glaring at the lyrics. this song MEANS something. i just dont know what. but its important. im squinting at it very hard (note: i came back to this song and am STILL glaring at it. its like. its like im seeing it covered in sand but i know theres gold underneath. i cant SEE the gold, but i know its there. this is driving me nuts /pos)
no wonder i: hm.. im not rlly sure with this one. OH?? is this azazel finding out heaven isnt that good?? "Suddenly I'm not so sure. That intentions can be pure." hmmmmmmm
what do they know?: holy shit okay this is a completely different kind of song than the others. im.... glaring at these lyrics too. feels like a plot point but cant tell what it is. i think its about jophiel? maybe heaven too?? idk im grasping at straws with this one
sea of love: oh yay a happy song again 😌 okay this is just short and sweet. gives me forgiveness and/or confession vibes.
who are you, really?: this one sounds important and i am glaring!! makes me think of "we dont need heaven we dont need hell" and also "a demon/angel that goes along with hell/heaven as far as he can". also just makes me think of jophiel speaking.
the moon will sing: i fucking love this song but i dont think ive ever looked at the lyrics so lets goooo. right away i see "I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me" and think of aziraphale asking and falling for jophiel, and in a way making the choice of jophiel staying an angel. "Instead, I made a bed with apathy" jophiel trying not to care about a random demon. "I shine only with the light you gave me" jophiel giving azazel ideas on how to do "good" while being "bad". also with that line, thinking of azazel saying that to god and being sad about having fallen AUGHH i have a whole animatic in my head with this song and im losing my mind
matephor: hnnnn another important sounding song. jophiel vibes. fight song perhaps?? "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" azazel vibes??? this one is elusive to me but i love it. okay im slowly getting more azazel vibes. like azazel trying to convince jophiel that he is a demon and fell for a reason
providence: right away getting "heaven and hell r bad" vibes. OHH okay okay this is giving me hella jophiel vibes, but specificly snarky and sassy jophiel vibes. of being like "oh yes heaven is oh so great, we kill children! but its for the greater good, of course. gotta beat hell and all that, even at the cost of innocents. all for the almighty and her ineffable plan." (this song is a bop omg)
earth angel: oh i know this one but only with crowley and aziraphale, so im excited to listen to it with an oopsie omens mind set. omg wait why does it hit HARDER. love sick azazel is such a cute image 🥺🥰
what more can i do: hmm.. them being in love but knowing its "forbidden"? cant tell who i imagine with it more
starman: this is just them. classic good omens song, regardless of the au. love to see it 💖
a pearl: AH FUCK ANOTHER SAD ONE. mitski whyy. hm.. azazel song? jophiel?? i think jophiel... tho my mind might be turning to mush at this point so im not sure. one of them is sad
duvet: oh def azazel vibes. oh maybe some jophiel vibes too?? i can see it swaping povs. i think it fits azazel more tho.
ritz note: OKAY the next song is in a different language and for a split second i legit thought i was having a stroke when i pulled up the lyrics ngl bgkewrrkjq
différent de toi: no idea what this song is about but its pretty 😊
oh thats all of them! i think the first half is more coherent observations, while the second half is just... rambling a bit lmao. idk if any of this makes sense. i might also be looking for things that arent there with these songs, but oh well. this was fun!
and now, after looking back at them all, i really does just slowly derail near the end lmao
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Shotaro
This is part of the NCT masturbation series
Word count: 743 words
Warnings: masturbation (obviously), wet dream, exhibitionism (wanking while someone is sleeping in the same room), imagined oral (m receiving), imagined degradation and scolding by Taeyong (am I supposed to tag this as m x m content? idk...)
A/N: Shotaro is pretty bisexual in this, so if this bothers you, feel free to leave. In addition to that, it’s quite filthy, but after seeing Taro’s pre debut TikToks again... well, this came out. Enjoy.
Shotaro wakes up in a cold sweat. No, actually, it's hot sweat, really hot. He doesn't remember the last time this has happened, but he's just had the most vivid wet dream of his life, lewd and hot and downright dirty. His eyes dart over to Sungchan who's still fast asleep in his bed at the opposite end of their small shared bedroom, then at his alarm clock: 1:27 am *plays Kick It intro*. He grins to himself before he turns onto his side to continue sleeping.
That's when he notices: he's hard, like, really hard, painfully so. 
Shotaro gauges for a second, if he should really get up now to go to the bathroom to rub one out in the middle of the night? Absolutely yes! As quietly as possible, he gets up, palm already squeezing his hard on through his boxers as he walks over to the door and opens it. And before he can make his way over to the bathroom, he hears it. The sound of water. Someone's showering. In the middle of the night, which wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that Shotaro is hard and extremely horny and really needs to whip his cock out and bust a nut. 
Annoyed, he steps back, closes the door and lays back on his bed. If he really concentrates, maybe his boner'll go away on its own? He tries it, eyes closing as he snuggles into his soft bedding. After a few minutes, though, he rips his eyes open again. This isn't working. If anything, the ache in between his legs seemingly having only gotten worse. And he really, really can't risk being tired in the morning, he has a recording. God, why?!
Some would consider his next step as morally wrong, but the only thing morally wrong – in Shotaro's mind – is the uncomradely behavior of whoever is showering at this ungodly hour when he, Shotaro, has an evident and visible problem inside of his pants. That's why he doesn't want to think twice about his next action of pushing down his boxers only far enough for his dick to jump out. Shotaro can already feel that it's sensitive when it brushes over the fabric of his blanket that still covers most of his body, and he hisses. Eyes widened, he checks on Sungchan, but the younger seems to be fast asleep still. Thank God. He really doesn't want to deal with having to explain himself in this compromising situation.
Quickly, he wraps a hand around himself and begins stroking himself, pace picking up quickly as he tries to push himself to the edge as fast as possible. His mind scrambles frantically through every single hot imagine he's ever seen, thinking back to all the times he's felt those butterflies tickle inside his lower stomach whenever someone was close to him, he thinks of pretty curves, lips, tongues and intense eyes.
He thinks about someone sucking him off, someone grinding against him in the stuffed heat of a night club, he remembers that one time when Taeyong had looked so pretty in his crop top, thinks about Johnny's height and the way he presents himself in general, about Yuta's belly button piercing and butterfly tattoo, and the way his first girlfriend used to wear such short skirts around him. Shotaro tries so hard to keep his sounds as low as possible, not wanting to wake Sungchan next to him, but it feels just so good. Turning his head to the side, he bites down into his pillow to muffle his moans as best as he can. He's so close already, the rapid movements around his shaft plus – and he hates to admit this – the presence of Sungchan, sleeping soundly next to him without suspecting a thing, but with the possibility of getting caught any second turns him on so much.
The last thing that flashes before his closed eyes is the image of a disappointed Taeyong looking down at him on kneeling on the floor to his feet, scolding him for being such a horny baby that he had to touch himself with Sungchan in the same room.
And Shotaro cums so hard, a little surprised at the thought, still, but the shaking orgasm distracts him as he makes a mess all over himself. 
He lays still, catching his breath as he turns his head over to Sungchan, just hoping that he hasn't heard him.
© 2022 YUTASBELLYBUTTONPIERCING all rights reserved — please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works.
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lasalebete · 2 years
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… What has been happening lately why am I tagged by an awesome artist. aNYWAY, tag game! @horseboneologist tagged me, thank you!
Mhmhmmh some mutuals have already been tagged and hERE WE GO. Feel free to ignore, no pressure! @p1nkwitch @nureyev-steel-institute @lonelysa1lor @ghostlycollectorchaos (also @pxachy-art and @alanmontr because it would be funny but I’m not even sure you guys will see the notification)
relationship status: Taken! No idea how I managed to score but I did, apparently.
fave colour: Blue and green, I believe I hope this isn’t only because of lonelyeyes
fave food: How do you want me to know that… Curry, probably. I also love desserts in general.
song stuck in head: Sabotage by Beastie Boys. I don’t know, don’t ask me.
last thing googled: oh boy huh. “crying blushing emoji” (look I needed it to reply to an ask) “barnabas bennett” and “tma wiki” (Jonahbas brainrot as of now, and I am Writing)
dream trip: Huuuuuh boy I don’t know. I think I would like to be in England on my own.
last book read/currently reading: … Oh boy. Look I’ve been having a hard time reading, but yesterday I picked up again It Devours! by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. Yes, the Nighvale novel.
Last book enjoyed: It’s a re(re-re-re-re-re)reading and I haven’t even finished it yet, but Debout Les Morts by Fred Vargas! i really, really recommend her work if you’re into crime novels. No idea what the name is in english, she’s a french author and her books are brilliant. I have a lot of opinions about her. Hmm I feel like I should also mention Rimbaud’s Les Cahiers de Douai. Beautiful poetry. Made me feel unknown emotions till now. Made me obsessed with his work.
Last book hated: Une Vie by Maupassant KILL KILL BITE BITE. Look, this was a mandatory read a professor asked us to make (is that proper english? I do not think so. Anyway.) and it’s simply! It’s not what I like to read, okay, and I can adapt with things I don’t like! But this one… First of all I don’t like the writing style, too… Heavy. And the story— Anyway, this is not the place to rant about it hfdslhfdl
Favourite thing to cook/bake: Hmm I love cooking and baking in general, I don’t think I have any favourite, though. I don’t know. Biscuits. I like baking biscuits.
Most niche dislike: Hum. I do have an idea, but I just wonder if it’s going to translate properly in english. Very niche… Pet peeve, I hate when people don’t… Talk well. This is very specific, I don’t even know how to explain it. Hmm, for example when people conjugate verbs in a very, very wrong way. When they just… Talk wrong. There are some phrases that will make me bang my head on the walls. Don’t get me wrong, inventing words and odd conjugation is a part of my daily life and one of my main occupations, but when it isn’t done for fun and from outright… Blatant… Ignorance, I guess, I can’t stand it. God, this is coming off as aggressive, I’m sorry, that’s not my intention. Maybe it’s just the place I live in as of now.
opinion on the circus: I went maybe twice to any circus. But mainly my opinion is, let humans play all they want and if you include animals in it do it right. Am I delusional? Is that delusional? It may be, I don’t know.
sense of direction: If I need to go somewhere? Catch me using google maps, memorizing street names, all you want. If I know there’s someone who can help me? My man, I don't even know where my feet are.
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t4tails · 3 years
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the "this site has reading comprehension issues" jokes should include weird ops too who act like youre insane for actually reading a post
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suna-reversed · 3 years
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Somebody else
sukuna x reader/ yuuji x reader
wherein, your best friend takes over your lover’s body
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decided to combine these two👀
(❤️=size difference)
Warnings/Tags- dub con, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, choking, nipple play, mirror sex, degredation, slapping (once), spit kink, size kink, oral (m.receiving), bulging, slight exhibitionism?, yandere themes heavily implied! (all characters are aged up‼️)
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The arrangement, per say, was quite peculiar. But you somehow still managed to work it out, much thanks to Yuuji’s patience and his willingness to allow such a thing. 
You couldn’t remember when it started, perhaps it was your constant bickering with the mouth on Yuuji’s cheek or how it always seemed to show up whenever you were around, or perhaps it the time he saved your life during one particularly tedious mission, surprising everyone else.
Whatever it was, it had ended up making the king of curses grow a soft spot for you. Well, at least what would be considered soft for a curse. It was never acknowledged except for the one time you went to sleep in between tattooed arms and woke up to the face of your best friend staring intently at you, 
“It’s okay, as long as you’re happy.” He’d said. You didn’t pay much heed to why he hadn’t removed his body from yours. 
Time with Sukuna was scarce, most of it being when Yuuji would be too tired after a mission and involuntarily shift, leaving you alone in the hours of dusk with your lover, as he drove his lips all over your body, moaning filthy things in your ear as he rut into you- you could only hope your best friend was unconscious all throughout it. 
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You were on your knees in between Sukuna’s legs, taking as much of his huge girth down your throat as you could, your hands taking care of what your tongue couldn’t. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you don’t fail to miss the smug look on his face as you desperately whine around his cock. You know he’s just playing, god forbid he ever cums anywhere except for deep inside your cunt. 
“Begging for my cock already- how pathetic.” 
His voice is gravelly calm, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You whine once again as he slightly bucks his hips up, your mouth struggling to encompass his massive member. One of his hands comes to grip your hair, your moan coming out muffled against a mouth full of cock. 
“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it-” He’s cut off with a groan, “Ah- shut up brat-” 
You somehow get the feeling that he wasn’t talking to you, but you don’t have much the time to ponder over it as the hand on your head starts pushing down urging you to start moving once again. 
“Fuck fuck- stop it! No-”
His voice is laced with genuine annoyance and you hurriedly pull yourself off of him, brows scrunched in confusion as you look up at him, wondering what you were doing wrong. 
The face that stares back at you however is chillingly unfamiliar, a cheshire grin spread across it which makes the marked face of your lover seem like it is of a madman. You’re thoroughly confused by Sukuna’s behaviour- you know he’s complex at times but you’re truly at a loss of comprehension this time. 
“Did I say that you could stop?” 
You instinctively shake your head, no words leaving your mouth as you remain stunned with his strange behaviour. 
His hand comes to caress your cheek, thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip,
“C’mere” he mumbles, and your body seems to move on it’s own, as you move your face close to his. The thumb on your bottom lip prods at your skin until you open your mouth and Sukuna brings his head to rest against yours- you’re too enchanted by the feral look in his eyes, gasping at the feeling of his saliva landing against the tip of your tongue. He presses your jaw shut with one hand as you struggle against it,
“Be a good girl and swallow it.” 
His commanding tone instantly has you doing so. You’ve never seen such a side to him, however, you can’t say that you mind it. His grip on your jaw loosens and you let him switch your positions- not like you could’ve fought against his raw strength. His muscular chest is pressed to yours as he pins you down beneath him, one large hand exploring the valley in between your legs, dangerously trailing close to right where you want it to be but never quite reaching there. 
“You like watching this huh?” 
Again, there’s a strange feeling in your gut, but it’s overpowered as two fingers land against your sensitive nub, lightly pinching it which makes you push your hips against his fingers, asking for more. 
A yelp escapes past your lips as he suddenly moves away, getting off the bed to stand at the edge. His cock stands tall against his stomach, tip still dripping with a mix of pre-cum and your spit from before. 
“Come here, slut.” 
You’re a little shocked at his words- used to getting spoiled with praise by this time of your rendezvous. Was he angry about something tonight? 
“No- I forbid you from leaving my arms.” He had said as you cuddled earlier in the night, making you laugh and slap his chest- which was exactly what led to where you were now. He seemed fine before- perhaps he just felt rougher tonight?
“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” 
He growls out loud, snapping you out of your daze. You’re instantly crawling towards him, looking up at him with a mixture of both need and confusion as you wonder what he’s up to. A hand comes down to wrap around your throat, his breath right next to your ear as he leans forward, 
“Next time-” the grip on your throat tightens, “...you listen when I tell you something.” You weakly nod your head, sighing as he pulls away. 
Smack!
The burn on your cheek stings, making tears well up in the corner of your eyes- you look up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of orbs in between crinkled eyes, a smirk resting atop his lips- you almost feel guilty for the arousal that pools in between your legs. 
“Now now, let’s show you what a proper fuck is.” 
You’re being picked up, strong hands coming to knead the flesh of your ass as he walks you two over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Before you know it, he’s sitting you down on the chair in front of your vanity table, turning you around so that you’re met with the reflection of your legs spread over his thighs, his cock rubbing against your soaking pussy. 
You throw your head back against his chest as one of his hands moves forward to play with your clit, the other twisting and pinching your nipples. You’re grinding against his wet cock as he increases the pace of his fingers, moaning profanities as his teeth dig into your neck. You feel your orgasm building up, the tight coil in your stomach getting close to bursting and right as you’re there-
“No!” You cry out loud. 
Your eyes meet in the mirror and you’re slightly thrown off by the bewildered expression on Sukuna’s face- almost guilt filled and panicked- his hands completely positioned away from your body. 
“No please- don’t stop- need you filling me up so bad please.” You beg out loud, tears falling down your eyes, the ripples of your ripped away orgasm still pulsing through your body. 
And just like that, it’s gone, and the hunger-filled eyes are back. 
“Oh, she said she wants it- who am I to deny such a precious little thing?” 
You don’t have the time to register his words as strong arms lift you up, positioning his huge cock against your slick heat. You moan at the contact, still sensitive but needy as you clench your eyes in pleasure. 
“Do you know you look real pretty when you cry?” 
Your mind is too fuzzy from the feeling of his tip stretching your insides to respond. A hand comes to your jaw- angling it forward,
“Come on, look at how my cock stretches your tight little hole- how you gush around it like a desperate whore.” You find your eyes opening out of their own accord and almost moan at the sight you’re met with.
His enormous length is almost halfway inside you, the base of his shaft glistening with your dripping juices as your tiny hole struggles to fit all of him in. One of his arms is protectively wrapped around your waist, pushing down against the bulge starting to form on your stomach while the other kneads your tits, pressing them together, pulling your nipples every now and then. His scarlet orbs hold a wild look from where they glance up at you, his face bowed down, teeth biting into your neck. He makes sure you see him smirk against your skin as he pushes himself up deeper into you making you cry out loud. He starts bouncing you up and down on his cock, moving your body like a rag doll as the air is filled with both of your loud groans and grunts.
Yuuji would argue that he’s dreamed about this for weeks- almost months- perhaps from the first time he laid eyes upon you. All those times he had to watch your body underneath his- only to barely be able to feel you, your saccharine moans hitting his ears and him not being the reason for it- it pissed him off beyond reason. He thrusted his hips harder into you, the hand on your tits moving down to rub circles onto your clit. 
“Ah fuck- I’m close.”
That’s right- you were moaning for him now. More than you ever had for the stupid curse. Did he ever fill you up this well? Always handling you like you were as fragile as glass- when this is how a real whore like you wants to get fucked. He feels pride swell in his chest as he hears you crying about how big he is, how well he’s filling you up, how it’s too much- but you’re still crying for him to fill you up aren’t you? All while the king of curses sits back and watches helplessly. 
He feels your walls clamp down on him, your frail little body compared to his thrashing from the overstimulation of pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your climax. He finds his own pleasure not too later, spilling inside you with a loud moan, grinning at the sight of you all fucked out in the mirror- his seed dripping out of your hole as he pulls you up, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Your head falls against his chest, arms coming around his neck- the audacity you have- no, you don’t get to do this shit with him after all the years he took care of you- all the years he spent loving you- only for you to go ahead and open your legs the second a pathetic man with tattoos and a silver tongue showed up. 
“You didn’t think we were done did you?” 
You’re still too exhausted from your previous feat, almost clawing at his body heat being pulled away from you as you’re manhandled onto your knees on the floor. Your pleas are shut down with a single stern look from him- apparently puppy eyes weren’t gonna work on him tonight like they usually do. 
“I’m gonna make sure every single part of your body is covered with my cum by the time I’m done with you. Now suck.” 
Who were you to deny him? Especially when he kept his word, fucking into you all over the bedroom, spilling his load onto your tits, ass, face- everywhere. You were so tired by the end of the night, you didn’t notice how he didn’t run a bath for you or stroke your hair while pressing kisses to marks he’d littered your neck with like always. Instead, the last thing you saw was his back as he walked out the room- did it not have tattoos? You didn’t remember it the next day as you clocked out. 
The next few days are strange- with no sighting of your lover. You assume it’s because Yuuji’s busy with training or missions. That is until you meet him in the cafeteria. 
“y/n! Good morning!” He greets you cheerfully, and you feel a little guilty for wishing he wasn’t in such high spirits- hoping he’d have been tired enough for you to get some time with Sukuna.
“Hey, where have you been?” You ask while leaning into his side hug. Just for the matter of a second, you think you notice a feral look flashing through his eyes- gosh, how much had you missed Sukuna to have to be imagining such a thing. Yuuji is still speaking, his usual happy grin on his face,
“...no worries though, I’ll make sure you get your time with your grumpy big cat.” Your heart warms at your best friend’s considerate offer, knowing his time is limited and he still chooses to give it to you.
“Thank you so much Yuuji! Have I ever told you how grateful I am to have you as a friend?”
“It’s no problem y/n!” He says, ruffling your hair, “As long as you’re happy…”
You do not understand why Sukuna refuses to enter your room that day- insisting you shift somewhere else- or why he refuses to even touch any part of your body where he himself had left marks upon- or why there’s an air of jealousy and possessiveness to him as he bends you over the couch, hands tied behind your back while he ruts into you like an animal in heat, promises of fucking you better than ever before being grunted into your ear.
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kiss-inthekitchen · 3 years
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all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson
summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting
wc: 1.5k
warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic
a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !
It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.
Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.
You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.
“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”
“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”
You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”
“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.
“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”
You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.
“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”
“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”
“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.
He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.
Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.
He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”
“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”
“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.
Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”
He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.
“Loki!” you gasped.
“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”
“I am not calling you that.”
“You’re being so difficult.”
“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”
You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.
“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.
“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.
“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.
“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.
Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.
“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.
Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.
“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.
“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”
That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”
“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”
“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.
“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.
You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.
“Pathetic,” you chide.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.
You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”
“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.
You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”
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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years
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Let’s have a baby
yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 
A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 
TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle
You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.
Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.
Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."
You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.
And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...
They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.
What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.
You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.
Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.
"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.
"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."
"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."
You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.
But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."
As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.
"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.
"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."
"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.
To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.
"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.
As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.
"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.
Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."
And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.
Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.
"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"
Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"
Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.
You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.
Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.
God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.
" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.
You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"
You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.
Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.
He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.
"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."
You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"
You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.
Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.
"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."
You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."
Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 
He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.
"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.
Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."
"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"
You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.
"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."
"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."
"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."
You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."
You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."
"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."
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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.
"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.
"Why can't we just bring her home already?"
Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.
If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.
He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 
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kinanabinks · 3 years
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MA'AM I SAW THAT CEO ANAKIN TAG GIMME YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM HAVING A HOT ASF SECRETARY 🤠
OH MY GOD YES
NSFW 18+
this got so long i'm so sorry i can't write without adding back story-
content warning: smut, dirty talk, a touch of degradation kink
you just know anakin is such a no-bullshit CEO. everyone who works under him is fluent in his needs. make a mistake in mr. skywalker's building? you'll be out on your ass with a box of your stuff by the end of the day
he's the the type of boss that doesn't need to yell, "GET THAT REPORT DONE BY FRIDAY!", oh no. he elicits fear so deep that all he needs to do is look someone in the the eyes and utter, "you have until friday." and you KNOW that report will be perfect and on time bc if it isn't holy shit whoever wrote it is in for it
he has the perfect secretary. she knows him better than he knows himself. but, to his absolute disdain, helena gets pregnant and eventually needs to take maternity leave
mr. skywalker's torn bc he's grown quite fond of helena so he wants her to be safe and comfortable during her pregnancy, but on the other hand, he knows he's gonna have to replace her and nobody could ever come close to being as good a secretary as she is
at first they mutually agree that the new secretary should be someone who already works at the company. that way, they'll already have an idea of how things work and they won't be completely blindsided by anakin's "ludicrous demands" (helena's words that make mr. skywalker roll his eyes, but she knows she'd never be the recipient of his anger bc of how many years she's spent making his life so much easier)
turns out, nobody wants the job. they know how good helena is, and they know skywalker will already be pissed at whoever replaces simply for not being helena. they also know that taking that job would be like standing right in the middle of no-man's-land
so helena has to go external with her search for her replacement. that's when she finds you
you aren't new to the city. you aren't a small town girl with big town dreams. you have experience, confidence, and nerve
helena knows you're perfect
her warning makes you laugh.
"helena, please; i've dealt with crazy bosses before. i think i can handle skywalker"
there's nothing more she can really say. "alright, hun. you have my number should you need any help"
your first day at work is a thursday. mr. skywalker does a double take when he sees you sitting at helena's desk
it was deadline week last week so he didn't have time to sit in on the interviews. he just trusted helena to pick the right secretary, but now he's beginning to doubt if that was the right choice
from your pretty features, skywalker assumes you're a young, freshly-graduated, starry-eyed, new-to-new-york little girl that thinks she can handle it big time.
so he storms right over to your desk, all guns blazing, a cold look in his eyes. "send today's schedule through to my office"
you look up from the files you were reading through and meet his eyes before giving him a smile. "good morning, mr. skywalker! i'm Y/N, i look forward to working with you"
clenching his jaw as he accidentally glances down to your cleavage, he leans forward over your desk, resting his fists on it. "let's get one thing straight: your time here is temporary. there's no need for the niceties. you're only here to keep helena's seat warm. so do your your job, and do it well, or i'll fire you and make it damn near impossible for you to find another decent job in new york"
you stay silent, but there's no fear on your face like skywalker is used to seeing on someone who he's just yelled at
with a deep breath, you realize helena wasn't kidding when she called him a piece of work. "i believe in synergy, mr. skywalker, especially between a CEO and his secretary. yes, i'm only here temporarily, but my job is arguably the most important in this whole building. so you and i should be on the same wavelength, and knowing my name is hardly a nicety"
skywalker doesn't say anything, still hunched over your desk with anger in his eyes
"your schedule is clear until the afternoon. i made it that way so that we could have a discussion on what we each expect from one another," you go on to say, leaving him speechless for a few seconds
"what the fuck do you expect from me past your paycheck?" he asks bitterly, his eyes narrowing
"some respect would be nice," you muse, before standing up. he stands up straight, too.
"respect is earned."
"and i will earn yours, sir," you tell him, walking around your desk so that you're standing in front of him. "i know men like you. i know you enjoy eliciting fear in their eyes; and you and i both know they're terrified of you."
skywalker swallows thickly, wondering where the fuck helena found you
you begin to undo his tie, and he doesn't protest. he did it in a rush this morning, so he allows you to perfect it. it's a little out of line for you to so happily touch him five minutes into your shift, but he can't bring himself to stop you
"it feels good, doesn't it?" you ask him with your eyes on his tie. skywalker looks down at you with furrowed brows, taking in the coy look on your face. "having that power over them. commanding the room wherever you go." you finally look up to meet his eyes. "does it make your cock hard?"
he almost chokes
"i know it'd make me so wet to think of all that power in my hands," you utter, smoothing down his tie. your pinkies run over his nipples through his shirt, making him shiver. you keep your eyes on his, craning your neck to look up at him. "i'd constantly be horny."
he lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in before taking your hands off his chest. "you're fired."
he "fires" you three more times that week, and twelve more times the following one
you still show up every day though
he feels lost. he doesn't know what to do. you refuse to leave, and he can't bring himself to yell at you or force you to go
he's so used to his every command being obeyed, and he has never had to repeat himself, let alone fire someone literally twenty times only for them to refuse
helena laughs when he calls her. he doesn't tell her why exactly he wants to fire you, but he tells her you're inappropriate and wrong for the job. she tells him to suck it up and that you were the strongest candidate
"your coffee, sir," you sing as you float into his office- without knocking, as usual.
"thank you," he mutters with his eyes on his work, making you grin
helena told you not to expect any gratitude and that it took her three years to get a verbal thanks out of him. you feel proud it only took you two weeks
"you all set for your 11am meeting with mr. kenobi?" you ask casually, standing in front of his desk after putting down his coffee
skywalker slowly lifts his eyes up to you. "what the fuck are you talking about?"
you give him an innocent look. "the meeting you have in two hours? to discuss the acquisition?"
his hand clenches into a fist. "why the fuck didn't you inform me about this yesterday?"
feigning a look of surprise, you bring your finger up to your mouth and bite on it. "i'm so sorry, sir, i could've sworn i told you"
he rubs his temples and his jaw clenches. "this is the most important meeting of the year, and you're giving me two hours to prepare for it?"
you wince, playing with your fingers. "i'm sorry, i really am, it's just that i so often get lost in your eyes and forget what i actually came in to say."
his face drops and looks up at you with a murderous glare. "get over here."
biting your lip, you comply with his order and slowly make your way around his glass desk
he looks you up and down, the rage clear on his face. "you like being a little tease, huh?"
you're shocked. with all the playful flirting you served him, he never once returned it. he'd just roll his eyes or tell you to get out. or fire you. you didn't miss that he only fired you whenever you gave him a boner with your words
"i don't- i don't know what you're talking about," you say, acting more innocent than both you and anakin know you are.
"i'm done playing games," he seethes, suddenly grabbing your wrist. "take off that tight little dress and sit on my cock."
you gasp, frozen in place.
his grip on your wrist tightens. "i'm not gonna fucking ask twice, slut."
swallowing thickly, you comply with his order.
you unzip the side of your dress before peeling it off your body.
leaning back in his chair, skywalker drinks in the view, a smug smirk growing on his lips. finally, he has power again.
your body is slowly revealed to him, inch by inch, until you're standing in your underwear. you kick your dress away before stepping out of your heels and looking at him expectantly.
he gestures to your body, prompting you to remove your underwear, which you do. you can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, and the way he's subtly rubbing it.
once you're fully naked, he pulls his cock out, and it stands hard and proud and so fucking thick, oh my God.
"put your heels back on, kitty," he mutters, watching with hunger as you step back into your black shoes.
once they're on, he pats his lap, and you take a tentative step forward. "would you like me to face you, or...?"
he tilts his head, slight shock in his eyes. "i knew you'd be such a submissive girl for me deep down. come here; i wanna see if i can make that pretty face any prettier."
holding back your smile, you climb onto his lap, your legs on either side of him
he lets out a sigh and rubs your clit for a few moments while you sink down onto his cock
you let out a whimper as he stretches you out deliciously, and he shudders beneath you
"so fucking tight," he groans, his hands roaming all over your bare skin. "your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock like that."
you whine and cry out while riding him, his office filled with the sounds of your wet cunt sucking his hard cock
"i knew you'd look so pretty getting fucked," he groans, tightly holding your hips and helping you ride him. "i knew you'd be such a good slut for me."
"fuck, daddy," you moan, the name leaving your lips uncontrollably
anakin chuckles darkly, his hand moving up to run through and pull on your hair. "that's right. only daddy can make you feel this good. only daddy knows how to treat a dirty slut like you."
his filthy words make you clench around his cock, causing him to groan as he twitches against your walls.
"be a good girl and cum for me," he orders, wrapping his hand around your throat and gently squeezing the sides. "wanna feel you squirt around my cock. i know you can do it, kitty." he begins furiously rubbing at your clit to help you along.
you shiver at his words and feel your orgasm build up, his grip on your throat adding an impossible amount of pleasure.
with a stifled scream, you gush all over his dick, your juices squirting out and wettening his trousers.
skywalker lets out a grunt before cumming inside you, filling you with his hot seed
the groans that leave his mouth are higher and more desperate as he shoots his load up in your cunt, making you shudder and shake on top of him
"that's it; take it all, good girl," he whispers into your ear as you mewl and whimper in his arms. "just like that. daddy's good little kitty, aren't you?"
you nod and mumble your agreement, too weak to give him any other kind of response.
mr. skywalker then pulls your head back. "you gonna be in the meeting to take notes for me?"
you give him a sheepish look. "the meeting isn't until next week. i was just trying to piss you off."
he raises an eyebrow, his hand cupping your cheek. "trying to piss me off, hm?"
you nod, trailing your finger down his nose
"well, seeing as my day is free," he begins, wrapping his hand around your hair and tugging on the roots. "how about i spend the next few hours showing you what happens to naughty girls like you?"
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I LOVE CEO ANAKIN WOW THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST JULIA
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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years
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Madness // Damiano David
words // 1078
warnings // ig bad writing? I kind of found it hard to finish this I don't know why
pairing // Damiano David x GN!Reader
author's note // this is not my most proud work but I hope you enjoy this loves. requests are open if you have any more ideas, i post daily for the time being. let me know if you want to be tagged and yeah...
request // yes, here
summary // Reader has spend a little too much time on tik tok lately and they got the brilliant idea to prank Damiano when he comes home that day. Now Damiano thinks he is in trouble and does everything to redeem himself over this unknown bad deed.
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When your partner is in the entertainment business - and in this case having become an international superstar seemingly over night - you spend a lot of your time alone, in an empty house. It is always full of time apart, quick calls and short messages over time, but when you get the chance to be together, the time you have is all the sweeter.
At first it was Eurovision, was only going to be a short time away, full of facetime calls and late night texts. But then they won, so then it was a European tour. The time Damiano and I had spent close to each other in the past months was minimal. Coming back home did not make much of a difference. There was always an interview, a show, a writing session that kept him away. As a result most of my free time was spent on social media apps, like instagram or tik tok.
An increasing thing on the last app was pranks on partners. From small to big, they range, but regardless they kept popping on my feed. Recently, as in the past few days, a common prank was calling your partner by their name. Many caught on quickly, others wouldn't figure out what was happening until the plan was revealed to them. Since being exposed to the idea, and due to the irritation of being constantly alone, I decided it was a good idea.
If I was being honest, I wanted to “nudge” Damiano a bit. I understood how important his job is for him, but I missed him. I wanted to do some thing with my lover, even if it was a stupid prank and I was pretty determined.
As he came home that day my little devious plan was set in motion.
"Hey, dolce baby, I'm back." Damiano is the type to always have a sweet or weird nickname to say to me. Very rarely would he use the same one twice. He would accompany his nicknames with a little touch. Sometimes it would be a hug -like in this moment- when he came home, others it would be a small pat on the thigh or what not.
"Hey, Damiano. How was the writing session today? Did you guys finish that song that was troubling you?" Well, you are troubling me, is what his mind wanted him to scream, but he kept up his pet names, trying not to worry about that too much.
"Si, mi amore della vita, mi dolce angelo." His words always escaped him like honey on a sore throat. Soft tone, soft words but a slightly raspy voice. Showering me with nicknames made him also shower me with kisses. If anything is wrong, that will at least show me their feelings, he thought. (love of my life, my sweet angel)
"Oh, good. Vic told me it had gotten you guys all grumpy not being able to finish it."
Now he was starting to be concerned. His mind was racing to all the worst case scenarios. Maybe he had done something? Maybe he woke me up when he left that morning? He didn’t know what to think but one thing was sure, something was wrong.
“Sei bene amore?” He asked, voice still calm, not letting his thoughts get the best of his words.(are you ok love?)
“Of course, why wouldn’t I? I am actually doing pretty good today, thanks for asking.”
He was flabbergasted. I was calm, I was not mad, I said I was alright. Why were there no cute names? What had he done?
After that Damiano said nothing and plainly moved away from you, clearing his head with a shower before figuring out his next move. He didn’t want to worry too much. If anything we had perfect communication in the relationship, but he couldn’t help it really. Thus, getting out of the shower was quite the task in that moment. His thoughts couldn’t settle, couldn’t figure out what to say or do… He was frustrated, over nothing, he kept telling himself. The best idea that popped in his head was to take me out, maybe on a short walk and then he would improvise when there.
The walk was a perfect idea to me! It made me think my plan was giving me really good results. He realized my plan and understood I missed him, no? In my head, every thing was working perfectly; until we got on that walk.
Damiano was spoiling me especially this afternoon. It started with something small, like some ice cream I said I craved. He all but jumped to the shop near by to get me some. But it got progressively bigger, going as far as offering to buy me some earrings he saw in a store we passed by. It was not uncommon for him to buy things out of the blue, but never like this, never all together.
“Ok, what is in your mind?” I asked, sitting us both down on a bench.
Although he tried to keep it in, his composure fell and he finally spoke what he had been thinking the whole time: “Are you mad at me?”
“What? No?! Damiano, why would you think that?”
"You are calling me Damiano since I came back." He voiced his name with such disgust, as if uttering that word was poisonous. It would be funny if I was not feeling guilty.
"Is that not your name, though? Did you change it and didn't inform me?"
"You know what I mean, Y/N. You never call me Damiano unless you're sad or mad, so what is wrong? I miss the pet names," he said while holding my hands, never breaking eye contact with my, his eyes digging through mine for the answer he was seeking.
"You always call me some sort of cute name! I look forward to it coming home, when ever I am with you. What did I do?" He sounded worried, truly concerned and sad from the name.
"Amore mio, no. Oh, I am sorry-"
"No, no I am sorry, baby. I don't know what I did right now but I can-"
"Damiano, you didn't do anything!"
"Chè?"
"You didn't do anything. I just wanted to prank you, baby. I am so sorry. I didn't know you would react like this!"
"Oh, thank god!" In seconds his lips were on mine, giving a sweet peck and holding me close.
“I got worried I did something to hurt you, amore. Never prank me like this again.”
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spencersmagic · 3 years
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a knife twists at the thought - SR
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Prompt: a knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark - Arctic Monkeys
Summary: Spencer is new to this, and the poor boy is terrified
Couple: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid (i picture season 2/3 Spencer but y’all do you)
Category: angst
Word count: 3086 words
Warnings: general criminal minds stuff, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of loss, HAPPY ENDING!!, my 3am writing, tooth rotting love, uhmm spoilers for Orwell’s 1984 (if anybody hasn’t read it), humiliation, Spencer crying and breaking my heart (lmk if you need anything warned or trigger tagged).
A/N This is very loosely based on 2x15 (VERY LOOSELY). I’m quite proud of this one :)
masterlist // 505 series taglist
*****
They say you never see it coming.
When a tragedy occurs, and someone’s life is turned upside down forever, they never see it coming. It just... hits them. Like an oncoming car ramming into a bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
No one has time to prepare. In our time-starved lives, there is no place for such a warning.
One day, you just wake up. And they’re not next to you. They’ve disappeared, leaving the stickiest, most unforgettable parts of themselves behind for others to grieve to: the smell of their shampoo in the pillows they used to share, the seconds just as you wake when you still feel like you have them - only to gain full consciousness and realise they left you behind - even the fucking jars, which never seem to be open because he’s just not there to do it.
And you feel your heart breaking all over again as your soul sticks to the parts that couldn’t be erased with the rest of him as he left. Because you needed him, you had him, and now he’s gone. No warning, no letter, no signs which could’ve helped you foresee such a tragedy, because how could he? He didn’t disappear on purpose.
She doesn’t understand why he's so absent. So unequivocally missing. And the person she would turn to to ask these riddled questions isn’t there to answer. Because he’s gone.
But they’re not there yet.
And she feels so close to that feeling - the helplessness, the pain, the empty cups next to her bed because he always carried them to the sink when she was finished with her tea the mornings of those rare days they got to sleep in. Those days when they had time. She can practically touch, with the tip of her fingertips, the waves of pain that would surge over her if he was gone for one more fucking minute.
She has to remind herself, over and over again, like a mantra. He’s not gone yet.
The “yet” at the end of her mantra just breaks her all over again.
She was always the one to tell Spencer “if you worry before something happens, in case it goes wrong, and then it does, you’ve managed to suffer twice through something painful for absolutely no reason”. It usually worked. Needless to say, she felt like a hypocrite right about now.
Because Spencer is gone. And she doesn’t know how to bring him back.
She knows only to watch the monitor, never once blinking, taking in everything that happened in that damned livestream - every word, every sound, every reference. She can only try to hear anything over the whimpers and sobs her love was letting out as he’s tortured by that man. She can only hear the cracks of his knuckles against Spencers soft skin, the same soft skin she had kissed mere hours ago before telling him to “be careful”. Her own way of saying the three little words the couple was too young to hear. She can only see his lips parting, sobs rumbling out of his body as the unsub abuses his frame over and over again - same lips which had kissed her forehead before telling her “i always am”.
Then again, she isn’t sure if its his voice which is filling her head with painful sounds or if her mind is playing tricks on her, memorising the horrifying vibrations coming from his chest for her to ever consider anything else. She hasn’t stopped hearing him since she turned on that damned computer.
She isn’t sure she’ll ever stop hearing it.
**
As a man of great intellect, Spencer always recurred to knowledge to understand difficult occurrences in his life. Burying himself in textbooks, novels, poems, and even music to understand pain, and himself having a life filled with it, he was an incredibly knowledgeable man.
He knew much. But right now, he only knew one thing.
In Orwells’ 1984, as Winston was being tortured (much like Spencer is right now), Orwell described the following:
“Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could only wish one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes”.
And, as a man who had acquired most of his intellect by immersing himself in trivial content in the face of pain, he found himself doing the same thing as the unsub hurt him over and over again, each blow seemingly more painful than the last. As his skin bruised, a causality of his abusers torment, he analysed the seemingly logical quote.
It must depend on the person, he was sure. In fact, a number of factors must be taken into consideration at this statement. For starters, Winston lives in a society incapable of any human feelings. There is only dominance, and those who attempt, in vain, to challenge it. Surely, if he had felt happiness, like the one you feel when the first day of spring rolls around, or like the one that creeps up on you as you look into the eyes of your loved one, surely, he would understand that some things can outweigh pain.
Love.
If Spencer’s mind could make sense of what he was feeling right now, he would understand, something he would figure of were he to leave this damned place, that he was thankful to the Gods, were there any, for having the unsub kidnap him and not Y/N.
Winston hadn’t understood emotional pain because emotions weren’t dealt with regularly. They were discouraged. That’s why he believed that there are no heroes in the face of pain. Because he doesn’t understand emotional pain.
He knew he was suffering. He also knew that Y/N was at the other side of the blinking camera suffering more than he could ever imagine.
**
They say emotional pain lasts 12 minutes. Anything one feels after this would be the aftermath of the cause of the pain in question. Pure emotional pain, the one you practically feel in your chest, the one that says “i can’t think, feel or be. not until this feeling dissipates”.
She had learned this from Spencer.
And she wished it were true. As she watched that damned monitor, she wished that all the venom the unsub was spewing at Spencer, all the verbal abuse, was long forgotten. She wished he could only feel the physical pain. Because the mind is incredibly stronger than the body - it could keep him awake, alive, for just enough time for the team to rescue him.
The entire team had huddled around the monitor around her. She was painfully aware that other people were seeing this. Which meant it wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t another one of those damned dreams she would have when she slept a little too far away from Spencer’s touch.
They had only been together for two months, but his touch was all that could get her to fall asleep.
She jolted as the unsub landed another slap on Spencer’s cheek, swiftly grabbing his hair for him to look into the camera. He had a cut above his right cheek, just where she would kiss him in the mornings, and bruises all over his neck, jaw and left eye.
“Say hi to your team!” he mocked Spencer, chuckling darkly as he moved his almost lifeless body around for the team to watch in horror. Spencer let out a heartbreaking sob, feeling so vulnerable.
“Why don’t we make this interesting?” he jumped, as if he had gotten an idea. The unsub reached behind himself to grab a pistol, clicking off the magazine safety to put one bullet in one of the eight slots, leaving the other seven free. He pointed it at Spencer’s temple.
Her entire body shook the thought of seeing Spencer’s lifeless body, held up only by the ropes and that sick man’s grip around his curls. The same curls she grabbed as she kissed his face when she wanted his attention.
“I’m going to ask you some questions...” he said, voice dripping with sickening sweetness as he turned the roulette, “and if i don’t like your answer i’ll pull the trigger! Let God decide what I do with you. Sounds good?”. He wanted to humiliate Spencer.
However, Spencer made the mistake of not answering him. He was quickly reminded as the barrel of the gun pointed right between his eyes, pulling the trigger, a loud bang! sound expanding through the barn.
“I asked you a question!” he suddenly yelled into Spencer’s face.
“Y-yes, Sir” he whimpered, shaking at the ease at which the man pulled the trigger.
“Good, you’re learning”.
**
She experienced it by bits. Hotch’s hoarse voice. “Talk to me Garcia”. “We’ve got coordinates”. Everybody rushing to the SUVs. Tripping over her own feet on the way to the car. Morgan’s voice. The iPad, which still carried Spencer’s whimpers and the man mocking tone.
“I’ve got your diary, Spence” his sing-song voice didn’t match the disgusting man she was looking at. Nothing made sense.
“And I wanna know why...” he drew out the ‘y’ as he looked for something between the worn pages between his hands.
Of course she knew Spencer owned a diary. But she was mature enough to keep her hands to herself and her eyes on her own pages as he wrote on his, eyebrows creasing as he recalled all which he had experienced during the day. His face would twitch slightly at the memories, both good and bad, as he basically described his day word by word.
“...why did you wait until you were 24 to lose your virginity?” he asked in a clear attempt to humiliate and ridicule Spencer in front of his team.
“I-I didn't-” he could barely finish a word before a sob wrecking through his body at the humiliation, chest rumbling and voice wavering. “I didn’t want to lose it before, i w-wasn’t in a hurry” he rushed out. The man brought the pistol to his own chin, tapping it as he thought. “Hmm... I’m satisfied with your answer. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?” he asked as he went back into the pages.
“ooh! This one is new” that sick bastard was having fun with this, completely unaware that the team was less than 5 minutes away from their location.
“Care to read what you wrote three days ago? Right here” he turned the pages so Spencer could read them, though he was painfully aware of that entry he was talking about. His body shook violently. “P-please. D-don’t ma-make me do t-this” he whimpered, body feeling defeated.
“Wrong answer” the unsub said before pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger.
A shriek was heard from the iPad. The SUV went silent.
“He’s alive” she whispered, unable to speak up. “He-” she swallowed. “He’s alive. We’re not there, yet” her mantra became a reminder that she hadn’t been quick enough to help him. She had the tools to save him. Every second she had the knowledge to save him and didn’t was another second she remained impotent at the risk of losing the love of her life.
Spencer’s voice spoke from the iPad.
“C-can you at-at leas-st turn off t-the ca-amera?” he said between sobs.
And it hit her.
What hurt him the most wasn’t the memories he had to relieve, but the fact that the rest of the team would have to hear his most intimate thoughts. His deepest secrets.
He could bare the pain. The humiliation? That broke him.
“Aww” the unsub chuckled mockingly, “are you embarrassed?” he said, slouching down to look into his eyes. “Well too fucking bad!” he screamed into his face, spitting with every word he spewed at him. Spencer’s sobs got louder.
“O-okay okay!” Spencer caved, accepting the journal that got shoved into his face.
“Read, pretty boy” the unsub sang. That son of a bitch was having fun.
“We’re two minutes away, Y/N” Hotch said. Maybe it was he sobs, which were barely audible to herself, having accepted them as second nature after all the heartbreak she was experiencing, but Hotch needed her to be okay.
His own heart thumped into his chest, feeling as helpless as he’d ever felt. Seeing a member of his team - someone he was supposed to take care of, someone he was supposed to keep safe - was sobbing as he was physically and emotionally tortured. But he was painfully aware of the feelings Y/N was experiencing. The sheer fear that was running down her veins at the idea of them running out of time.
After a few sobs, Spencer started reading, interrupting himself occasionally with his whimpers:
“It’s been three months. Today, three months, seven hours and forty-six minutes ago, she did what I didn’t have the courage to do. She asked me out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you pretty much since the day i met you” she had said. Those words keep ringing in my head like a beautifully written symphony, intrinsically designed to make me face my deepest fears. Opening my scars one by one, dissecting them and reaching the simple conclusion that i was a coward.
She didn’t say it, but what she meant was “i’ve been waiting for you to do it, but you never did, so i had to”. We wasted time - a time so precious and sacred - because i was a coward.
I’ve never felt like this before. I never understood a love so deep as to move something so stubborn as the human spirit. I’ve read textbook after textbook, and novel after novel, and still I’ve never learned more than with her. But I was a coward. And i wasted her time. I fear that I still am.
A knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark. It’s impossible for me to ever be enough for her”.
Her heart broke at this confession. Even worse at the thought that he wouldn’t’ve told her, instead inhaling fear and exhaling rejection at every breath he took next to her.
“We’re here” she heard Hotch, looking at her. She grabbed a bottle of water and dropped the iPad, not hearing the teams objections at the lack of vest and preparation and ran into the barn.
She isn’t sure if she’ll ever stop hearing his whimpers. As she runs closer, she hears them louder and louder, decorated with sobs and cries, and small, meaningless replies to his abusers’ mocking words.
She kicked the door down, the loud bang booming across the room, only helping in raising Spencer’s sobs as he feared the sound had been the result of a certain trigger being pulled. As she looks at him, she realises just how much pain he’s been put through.
She remembers Orwells words, much like how Spencer had remembered them mere hours ago. And disagrees, wishing over and over, praying to the Gods that she would be the victim of such atrocious abuse. She wished she could take his pain. Morgan joined her at her side mere seconds later, yelling. “FBI! Put the gun down!”.
Spencer used the last bit of energy to lunge forward, hitting the unsubs stomach with his head, successfully getting him on the floor for Morgan to apprehend. Y/N rushed to Spencer’s side, untying him, as his now nonexistent sobs grew louder and louder, not only at the prospect of getting out of that horrible place alive, but also at the knowledge that Y/N had heard what he had so dreadfully recited.
Spencer collapsed into her arms, crying into her in the same way she was crying into him, and she wondered just how to take away all his pain. So they cried into each other, desperately grasping each others hair, skin, clothes, anything that would make them feel like they wouldn’t have to spend another damned second without the company of each other.
Spencer was the first to break the silence.
“I need-” he stopped, coughing. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her because she knew he would need it. She always knew what he needed.
He chugged it desperately, stray drops falling down his chin at his eagerness. He took a deep breath trying to steady his lungs.
“I need to get out of here” he choked out.
She grabbed him under the shoulders, careful not to hurt him - not being successful, realising that there wasn’t much of him the man hadn’t hurt. Y/N pulled him out, sitting down on the grass with him. Their legs intertwined, pulling each other impossibly closer. They kissed, over and over again. Not as an act of any sexual relevance, but as a reminder that they had each other in any way, shape or form. That they weren’t out of time.
The team was certain they would stay there, never letting each other go for another minute.
After what felt like seconds in their time-starved little world, she broke the silence, which had only been filled with their own cries and occasional sobs.
“Spence” she grabbed his chin to look into his eyes. They were dull, red and hooded. He was exhausted. “Mhmm?” he let out, looking into hers. She was his solace.
“How could you ever think you were anything but completely and unequivocally enough?” she whispered the words he dreaded.
But as Spencer looked into her eyes he knew, better than he had ever known anything, that he was enough. And she was enough. He realised that which she had known for the past three months (possibly longer). They fit like two marvellous puzzle pieces.
Her hands grabbed his cheeks slowly, as to not hurt or startle him, pulling his forehead into hers. “Baby, I can’t imagine anybody else waking up to me every morning. You’re so much more than enough”, she planted a small kiss on his forehead before resuming her position. “I’ll remind you every day of the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for you to believe it”.
And with their eyes closed, foreheads and noses pressed together and legs tangled between each other, pulling each other close, closer - around grass and voices and his abuser pressed into the hood of a police car, they only felt each other. With their shaky breaths, even shakier voices, fearing any words that would leave them in case they triggered a cascade of tears down their oh so vulnerable cheeks, they were more than enough.
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cafedanslanuit · 3 years
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♡   —   pairing: porco galliard x reader
♡   —   tags/warnings: female reader, pegging, begging, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, teasing, face-sitting
♡   —   a/n: @ofoceansandtombstones​ got me hooked on the idea of pegging porco and i just had to write about it. she also beta’ed this so mwah, thank you so much. also tagging @puppylcve​ because we’ve been obsessed with the idea for a few days now <3
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“I missed you so much,” you smiled, nuzzling your face on Porco’s neck. You’re laying in bed naked with him and even if it’s been hours since he returned after yet another battle as a Titan, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. Your arm is draped across his waist, pulling him closer to you. Spooning him is your favourite position for when you’re resting after making love. You loved pampering him and leaving kisses all over his shoulders, making sure the big, strong man in your arm never doubted about how much you loved him.
“I missed you too,” he replied, taking one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it. Your grin got wider.
“Missed those kisses,” you said, making him chuckle. “This cheek,” you followed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “This fucking jawline that could cut glass.”
Porco laughed louder as you kissed his jaw.
“This broad back that makes you look so strong...”
“I am strong, baby,” he corrected you. You ignored him.
“These abs… God, I seriously missed them, no joke,” you sighed, trailing your fingers on top of them. You noticed him flexing just a tad and did your best not to let out a laugh. “And of course this cute ass,” you added, grabbing a handful of his bottom and squeezing it. “It’s so cute, it’s an ass you just wanna peg.”
You felt Porco stiffening and then turning on the bed to face you.
“What?”
“I’m joking!” you quickly said, raising your hands in defeat. “I’m messing around, baby. I do love your butt, though.”
Porco let out a sigh and pulled you closer by your waist, making you wrap your arms and legs around his body.
“Okay, I was getting scared for a second there,” he admitted with a soft laugh.
“Don’t worry, babe. I know you wouldn’t be able to take it anyway.”
You couldn’t tell, but Porco was furrowing his eyebrows. What did you mean he wouldn’t be able to take it? It hurt his ego more than he wanted to show that you didn’t think he would be able to resist having you shoving something inside his ass. Sure, it wasn’t something he craved doing or had ever daydreamed about, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to take it. He could take it. He was a warrior, he had gone under training worthy of nightmares and he faced death every time he went to the battlefield.
Of course he could take something up his ass.
As he thought things over, you were already kissing his neck, sucking on his skin gently, leaving small purple marks only on the flesh that could be covered by his military uniform. Your hips were grinding with his, already getting him half-hard when he came back to reality. 
Having his arm around your waist, Porco turned you both on the bed so you were on top of him. You straddled him comfortably, moving your mouth to his chest as you kept leaving tiny marks.
“I could take it,” he blurted. You hummed questioningly, not even bothering to look at him. You were in the middle of leaving a specially big mark in the middle of his chest and you couldn’t be bothered by anything else.
“Yeah,” you just muttered, soothing Porco’s skin with your tongue after being content with how big the mark was.
“I mean it. I could take you pegging me.”
You head shot up so fast your neck hurt. You blinked at him twice, feeling yourself pulsing at the mere thought.
“I’m sorry?”
“You said I wouldn’t be able to take it,” he reminded you. “I think I could. We should try it,” he said, a light blush on his cheeks as you tried to understand what was happening. 
“Are you sure?” you asked in a small voice. “We don’t have to, Porco, you know it was a joke,” you assured him, trying to mask how excited you were at the idea. 
Porco nodded.
“Yes. Let’s do it,” he said, confidence in his voice as he tried to sit on the bed. You giggled and pushed him back on the mattress.
“Easy there, warrior. We can’t just jump into it.”
“Why not?”
“I have to prep you first,” you explained, caressing his sides gently.
Porco raised an eyebrow. “Prep me?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Trust me on this, yes?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a warm smile. Porco nodded and you pressed a kiss on his stomach. “Just remember you can tell me to stop anytime.”
“Sure, sure,” your boyfriend dismissed you, eliciting a small laugh from you.
You started a line of kisses down Porco’s abs, to then move to his hips. You left a couple more marks there, grinning at your work once they were big enough. Settling between his legs, you took his cock and started pumping him, your eyes fixed on his. Porco let out a breathy moan at how your hand was moving. You knew exactly how to touch him and he loved you so much for it.
You closed your lips around the tip of Porco’s cock, sucking on it gently. He threw his head back, letting you work your magic. You took a long lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, where you swirled your tongue, loving the little moans your boyfriend was making. You went back to pumping his cock as you took more and more of him inside your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.
Noticing how turned on he already was, your hand travelled to his balls, feeling them up gently. Porco’s thigh tensed and he cursed under his breath, urging you to keep going. After a few moments, your fingers started trailing down even further, right until they reached his entrance. Keeping your eyes on him, you started circling his entrance gently.
Porco lifted his head to search for your eyes. While the image of you looking back at him, mouth full of his cock was definitely one of his favourite views, he was also startled by the new sensation you were providing. It didn’t feel wrong at all, but it definitely felt new. You pulled away from his cock with a small ‘pop’ sound and pressed a kiss on his hip.
“Told you we were going slow,” you told him, big eyes looking up at him. “Is this okay?”
Porco nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Just… surprised.”
You took your index and middle fingers to your mouth and sucked on them, making sure not to break your eye contact with your boyfriend. You coated them with as much saliva you could, making sure they were basically dripping when you got them out of your mouth. You went back to sucking Porco while your fingers returned to his entrance, softly circling it, now coated with drool.
Your index finger pushed inside slowly, feeling him immediately clench around you. You made sure to keep sucking him just right, knowing it would help him with the new sensation. You moved the tip of your finger in circles, not pushing it further than your first knuckle. Porco was so tight, you could only wonder how it would be to actually peg him. Once he seemed to relax more, you pushed your finger further, slowly but steady until your index finger was fully inside him. You popped his cock out of your mouth and pressed a few kisses on his hip.
“Doing okay, baby?”
Porco raised his head to reply. “Yeah. Told ya’ I could do it.”
“I know,” you grinned. “It’s going to feel really good now. Just wait,” you winked at him.
You started pumping him again as he laid his head back on the pillow. Wanting to give your jaw a rest, you focused on trying to find Porco’s sweet spot. You let more saliva fall from your mouth onto your index finger and slowly started pushing it inside. When Porco tensed again, you started whispering sweet nothings against the skin of his hips, your hand never stopping its ministrations to his cock.
You took your time trying to ease it in, wanting it to be a pleasurable experience for him. While you could notice the tension of his muscles as the beginning, as time went by, you could listen to Porco panting and enjoying himself. Once both fingers were fully inside him, you started looking for his sweet spot. Carefully, you curled your fingers into a ‘come hither’ motion, moving them around ever so gently.
When you felt Porco bucking his hips against your hand with a loud moan, you knew you had found it. He gasped for air, grabbing the sheets underneath.
“What the fuck was that!?”
You giggled. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah, but-- fuck, that was…” his hips thrust against your hand again, making you smile proudly.
You kept teasing Porco brushing your finger against his prostate with gentle circles. You stopped every now and then, making sure you weren’t overstimulating him, taking into consideration it was his first time.
Porco’s moans became louder and more desperate as you drew small circles over his sweet spot. His hips were bucking into your hand desperately and he felt incredibly hard. You gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it, tasting the precum already leaking.
“You look so pretty like this,” you commented, draping his cock over your lips as if you were using lipstick, leaving a small kiss on his tip before you went back to pumping him.
Porco’s chest was rising with every harsh breath he let out, hands gripping the sheets as tightly as he could. His knees were slightly bent as you kept pleasuring him, delicious moans coming out of his pretty lips.
Slowly, you took off your fingers and pulled your hand away from Porco’s cock. You crawled up back to him and watched what a mess he was, his face flushed red, his hair dishevelled and his pupils blown. You kissed him gently, letting him calm down again until his strong arms were around you once more.
“How was it?” you asked.
“Felt good. Like… uh, I had never done that before,” he admitted. “But that was really good, fuck…” he sighed.
“Since you liked the prepping, do you want to keep going?” you asked, letting your cheek rest on his hips, looking up to him. Porco raised his head immediately, meeting your eyes.
“That was just preparation? What’s next?” he asked, his eyes going wide.
You grinned, pressing yet another kiss on his skin. “Wait a minute.”
Crawling on your bed, you stretched yourself until you reached your nightstand. Seeing you in all fours, Porco slapped your ass playfully, smirking at you when you laughed it off. You kept on looking, shuffling every item in there and then hummed contently when you found it.
You took a box out and then sat next to your boyfriend, letting him see. He watched your movements as you opened the box and then took out a plastic light blue dildo.
Porco’s eyes widened.
“Babe, why do you have one of those?”
You leaned your head to the side, swaying the dildo in your hands.
“My boyfriend goes away a lot, sometimes for months. Can you blame me for missing him this much?”
“You- you use that on you?” he stuttered. You smiled and crawled back to him, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him. Porco kissed you back, his arms immediately around you and his lips soft as ever. You pulled away gently and then moved your lips close to his ear.
“On the nights where I really, really miss you,” you whispered, feeling his hold on you tighten and his cock hard against your thigh. “It’s not as big as you so it’s not the same, but it does the trick. At least until you get home,” you giggled, kissing his cheek.
When you sat back on his stomach, you saw Porco blushing furiously under you, no doubt picturing you using the dildo on you, fully naked and panting his name like a prayer. To keep him on his toes, you took the dildo to your mouth and sucked the tip gently, just like you had done with him earlier.
Porco’s hands went immediately to grab your hips, grinding against you as he couldn’t tear his eyes apart from the small show you were putting on for him. You gave the dildo’s full length a long lick, your eyes never leaving Porco’s hazel ones. When you pulled the toy away from your mouth, your boyfriend noticed the trail of spit joining your parted lips with the dildo.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips harder. He watched you as you carefully let spit fall on the toy, making sure it was wet and ready for what was coming next.
“Turn over, warrior.”
You sat next to Porco as he turned to lay on his stomach. You hovered over him and kissed his shoulder blades, caressing his sides lovingly and you drew a trail of kisses down his spine, stopping at his hips. You nipped his butt cheek playfully, feeling him startle underneath you. You let out a giggle.
“We can stop anytime,” you reminded him and watched him nod. You settled between his legs and stroke his thighs. “I’m going to need you to lift your hips just a bit,” you instructed.
Hesitantly, Porco did as told as you coated your fingers with drool again. This time it was so much easier to insert your fingers inside of him. You sneaked your other hand under his hips and started pumping him slowly, feeling him harden in your hand. Removing your fingers from his ass, you put on some more spit on the dildo before pressing it against Porco’s entrance.
Slowly, you started pushing it in, the little resistance that you encountered as first getting weaker and weaker as you kept going. You hadn’t been lying, the dildo was definitely smaller than Porco but it was bigger than your fingers. You knelt on the bed, sliding the toy in and out of your boyfriend as gently as you could, attentive to all his responses. The minute you heard him cursing under his breath you smirked, knowing the pain had mostly gone away.
You moved your left hand to steady his hip while the other kept pleasuring Porco with the toy.
“You’re such a good boy, taking it so well,” you cooed, shifting the angle of the dildo. He moaned loudly, burying his face in the pillow. Jackpot. “Hmm, it’s there, isn’t it?”
“Fuck-- baby, I--,” Porco’s incoherent pleas rile you up and now that you find it, you tease his sweet spot, changing the pressure of the dildo as it goes in and out.
“I don’t understand, baby,” you said, pulling the dildo halfway out. You watched him bucking his hips back, trying to fuck himself on it and felt yourself clenching over nothing. “Use your big words, c’mon.”
“Do that again,” he breathed out.
“What again? This?” you asked innocently, before pressing up the toy against his sweet spot again. Porco moaned loudly, gripping the sheets under him.
“Such a fucking tease,” he laughed in between his teeth, making you smile
“You love me for it,” you shot back, your left going back to stroke his length again. That only made him let out a whimper, his hips stuttering as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum.
“Fuck, I do, I do,” he sighed in a hoarse voice. “I love you so fucking much, ah--” he moaned. “Please, please,” he begged, his breathing ragged and desperate.
Watching your boyfriend being so needy underneath you was sending bolts of pleasure directly between your thighs. To try and relieve the turmoil between your legs, you pressed yourself against your hand that was holding the dildo, the texture of the bottom of the toy stimulating your clit. You started moaning softly as you moved your hips in time with your hand, feeling every thrust you gave to Porco.
Grabbing the toy firmly, you moved it quickly inside of him, simulating a soft vibration right on top of his sweet spot. Porco’s legs collapsed, falling on the bed before lifting his hips again.
Looking over at him, you thought you had never seen him looking so beautiful. His lips were parted, eyes slightly unfocused and his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth. Porco’s cheeks were pink as he grabbed the sheets for dear life.
“Fuck,” he cried out. His high-pitched moans were back, which you know only meant he was getting closer to his release. You loved how fragile and needy he sounded as he got closer to his orgasm, even when he was the one fucking you deep over a desk.
You slowed down your hand and went back to thrusting against him, loving how it was getting both of you off. You moved your left hand faster, aiding him to reach his orgasm.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” you praised him. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” you asked, thrusting particularly hard inside of him, making him whimper underneath you. “You do, huh?”
Your rhythm became slower and slower, making Porco buck his hips against yours, trying to keep you going.
“I didn’t catch that, baby. You need to tell me what you want,” you said, your fingers tapping gently along his cock, making him twitch.
“Please, fuck me, fuck-- fuck me, I’m so close,” he whined, his voice almost breaking at the end, desperate for release. With a winning smirk, you retook your pace on both your hands.
Your hips helped guide your hand as you fucked into him sweetly, making a mess out of the man you were in love with. A few more thrusts and he was crying out a broken moan, coming hard on your hand and on the sheets. You carefully removed the toy from him leaving it on the bed and slid your hand up and down his length, helping him ride out his orgasm.
Inevitably, he fell on the bed again. You took your hand away and sat next to him as he regained his breath. You caressed his back softly and placed a kiss between his shoulders blades. The action made Porco turn his head to you, a blissful expression that matched beautifully with the pink tint on his face.
“That was seriously... something else,” he said, laughing softly. You smiled at him and caressed his cheek with your thumb lovingly.
“Glad you liked it,” you replied with a smile. “You were such a good boy for me tonight,” you said, tapping softly the tip of his nose with your finger, watching him grin.
Porco put his big hand on one of your thighs, rubbing softly. He noticed you tensing under his touch, your body almost leaning in to his touch. “What about you?” he asked, his fingers tracing over your inner thighs, still wet from your arousal.
“Hmmm, don’t worry. You need some rest after what we did,” you tried to dismiss him, but his fingers kept sliding up, brushing softly against your folds. Porco didn’t miss the way you sighed, your body craving his touch.
“I know something we can do,” he smirked at you. You raised your eyebrow at him and watched him turn over, only a small uncomfortable gesture as he did so. Once he was laying on his back, he gestured to you to come closer. “Sit on my face, baby.”
“Porco!” you laughed at his blunt request.
“The only throne I can offer you for now,” he said with a wink and a smirk.
You shook your head, not being able to believe how in love you were with this man. You did as he told, straddling his face and letting him grab your hips and guide you to his mouth. Porco gave a long lick to your folds, making you shudder on top of him.
“Fuck, you are already so wet,” he breathed out hungrily as he pulled away for a moment, only to bury himself between your thighs again.
Porco flattened his tongue as he licked from your entrance to your clit, taking in all your release and swallowing. He was always crazy about how you tasted, never feeling as if he had enough of it. He circled your clit with his tongue, feelings your thighs clench both sides of his face. Putting his hands on your ass, he dug his fingers on your skin and moved you slowly, inviting you to ride his face.
Seeing you move over his face, Porco felt in heaven. He started sucking on your clit gently, making you cry out sweetly. He watched you from his position, back arched and your breasts bouncing as you moved your hips over his face. Long ago, Porco had understood he was at a chance of dying any time. And even if he managed survival, he only had so many years before his time was due. But it was moments like this, where he got to bring you so much pleasure than he thought maybe it was all worth it. He didn’t have to bother about anything else if he could have the most beautiful woman he had ever seen grinding on him.
It wasn’t long before you were coming all over his face, hips stuttering as he lapped on your clit helping you go through your orgasm. You moaned his name so beautifully that, if he wasn’t so drained, Porco would have considered going for another round. He let you ride his face until your orgasm was over and then watched you as you pulled away, laying on the mattress next to him, chest moving up and down as you tried to normalize your breathing.
“I love you,” you sighed dreamily, earning an honest chuckle from him.
“Love you too, baby,” he said, stretching out his arm and caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently. “Now come here because moving isn’t an option for me right now.”
You laughed and nodded, scooting closer until you were half laying on his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder. You pressed a kiss on his cheek and whispered yet another love promise for him before closing your eyes, quickly falling into deep sleep.
Porco stayed awake a little while after you, watching the small details on your face. The small red mark near your nose and the mole hidden inside one of your eyebrows make him lift the corner of his mouth in a small smile. He truly thought about you every day he spent at the battlefield, a photo of you smiling brightly at him always sitting inside his left breast pocket.
He wished it would all end quickly. He wished the other nations could finally understand they would never beat Marley so he would not be forced to fight anymore. He was getting more and more tired of it as time went by. It was only in moments like this, when he got to hold your body next to him that he truly felt at peace.
Would it be too soon to ask you to marry him?
Porco smiled as he put a strand of your hair away from your face and in response, you snuggled closer to him. He draped a blanket over both your bodies before closing his eyes, drifting to an easy sleep.
Maybe he would have his answer when he woke up.
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stray-kids-react · 3 years
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Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes
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Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)
Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.
Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.
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6 months ago
You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.
You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.
But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.
You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.
"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.
It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.
"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.
You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.
"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.
"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.
"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix
You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.
"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.
He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.
"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.
"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.
Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.
Two months ago
"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.
"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.
Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.
"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.
He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.
"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.
"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.
"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.
"I don't steal everything."
"Name five things."
"Fine, your cat."
"You have joked about stealing him."
"Your food."
"You do all the time Lix."
"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"
"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."
"Your sex toys."
You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.
"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.
"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.
Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.
"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.
Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.
1 week ago
You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.
You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.
"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.
"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.
He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.
"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.
You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.
You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.
You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.
You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note
'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'
You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.
Now
It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.
"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.
You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.
"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.
You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.
"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.
"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.
"What do yo-"
"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "
"Lix I-"
"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "
"Felix-"
"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.
"Yongbok-"
"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"
Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.
"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.
You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.
Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.
"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.
Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.
"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.
He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.
"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.
Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.
"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.
"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.
With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.
Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.
You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.
Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.
"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.
Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.
He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.
You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.
Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.
Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.
You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.
You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.
"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.
Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.
"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.
You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.
"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.
This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.
You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.
The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.
The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.
You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.
Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.
Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.
"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.
You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.
He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.
Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.
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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years
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Handcuffed together chapter 7: The quiz
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A/N: Thanks so much for your patience. Next chapter will be up next wednesday, I promise! When I started to write I wanted to advance the story a bit more, but the sex-scene kind of got away from me in this one.... Hope you like it!
The quiz After the week you spend together you actually started to grow fond of Loki. He was a patient teacher and you actually had learned a lot by now. The training was intense and you were tired from studying, But Loki had decided to quiz you. At first you wanted to postpone, but he wouldn’t let you.
‘How many bones in the human body?’ Loki asked
‘206 bones’ you answered.
He reluctantly agreed with you. The two of you had made a game out of it. For every correct answer he would take of one piece of clothing, and for every incorrect answer you would take off one piece of clothing. He was at an unfair advantage with all his difficult clothing with many layers. Still, he was sitting in his socks, pants, and t-shirt, same as you. You couldn’t help but feel smug at that. To not be disturbed Loki quizzed you in his bedroom, on the bed.
‘How many bones in the human body of an infant?’ Loki asked with a smirk on his face.
‘Ehm.. still 206?’ you asked, a bit unsure why he would basically ask the same question twice.
The widened grin told you all you needed to know ‘I’ll take you shirt now’ he said.
‘There is a difference?’ you asked before removing your shirt, not trusting the God of Lies to be honest.
‘There is, I’m going to ask you to same question next time. So, you better know the answer by then’ he said.
‘Fine’ you grumbled and removed your shirt.
‘Which artery is the main source of blood for the arm?’
‘Easy, the Brachial artery. And I’ll take your pants’ you smiled sweetly at him. Loki rolled his eyes but removed his pants.
‘Going straight to your target, I presume?’ he teased.
‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to learn’ you said innocently.
‘How many erogenous zones are there?’ he asked.
‘That wasn’t in the books, you can’t ask me that. Besides, why would I need to know that to heal people?’ you answered.
‘I’m quizzing you on human anatomy, it’s not my fault you didn’t study more besides the book I gave you.’ he replied.
‘You’re not playing fair!’ you accused.
‘What did you expect from the God of Mischief and Lies?’ he teased. With one handwave the both of you were naked. You tried to cover yourself up, but Loki grabbed your arms and pulled you closer against him. He was sitting so close, you could feel his breath against your ear.
‘Let me show you then’ he said huskily.
He slowly stroked your lower back. ‘The lower back is one’. You moved closer towards him.
‘The hands and wrists are two and three’ he said. He started to slowly trace the lines in your palm and moved to your wrist. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, already.
He laid you down and put your wrists above your head. He started to kiss your neck and trailed upwards towards your ear. ‘The neck is four and the ear is five he whispered while nibbling on your earlobe, making you moan aloud. He slowly trailed his hands from your wrists, down your arms to your armpits. He stroked your inner arms lightly, making you giggle and squirm. ‘That’s six he smirked.
He kissed you and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Slowly circling your own tong. When he stopped he bit your lips. ‘The mouth is seven’ he whispered. He slowly kissed down your neck to your breasts. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it. He licked the skin around it and bit down in the flesh. All the sensations making you whiter underneath. ‘That’s eight’ he said.
‘Loki, please’ you begged him to take you.
The wide grin told you that it was no use. You were putty in his hands and in this moment he owned you. He was in a playful mood and not nearly done playing with you.
‘Kitten, we are just over the half of them. And I really want you to learn the others as well’ he purred. When your eyes widened he laughed and then continued giving your other breast the same treatment.
He kissed downwards to your lower stomach and caressed it with his hands. You tried to move away from the tickling feeling, but there was nowhere to go. At this point you were going crazy from his touch and were panting heavily. Loki looked very pleased with your state. ‘That’s nine’ he told you. You were anticipating him going for your clit next and whined when he got up and you didn’t feel him anymore.
‘Patience’ he said. He grabbed your foot with his hands and stroked up and down. He held your foot in place when you tried to escape it. He started to massage it gently, the pressure felt so good that you arched your back. He did the same thing with your other foot. He moved his hands upwards and stroked behind your knees ‘That was ten and this is eleven’. You instinctively opened your legs for him. Normally, you would be nervous when he was staring this intently at your pussy. But now you found it extremely erotic.
‘This is twelve’ he said while trailing his hands towards your inner thighs. He kissed your right thigh and worked his way upwards to your pussy.
‘Not the last one, but definitely the most fun one to play with’ he winked. He hooked his arms under your thighs and pushed your legs up. His tongue was circling your clit. You were trashing, moaning, panting, and begging. And he ignored you completely. The only things he focused on was your clit. He held you firmly in place. The way his tongue felt licking up and down your clit soon made you see stars and you came hard, moaning his name over and over again. You looked at him when you finally came down from your high and his predatory grin told you, he wasn’t done.
‘I think we should explore this one more thoroughly, don’t you?’ he mused
‘What- what do you mean?’ you panted.
‘Well..’ he started and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. He started to suck on your clit for a moment, making you arch your back again. You though he finally gave you a break, but you couldn’t be more wrong. He took his mouth from your clit, the moment his fingers found your g-spot. You cried out in pleasure. ‘You have the clitoris, obviously’ he said while stroking your g-spot over and over again. You were close. ‘Then there is your g-spot’ he said and put more pressure on it. You came immediately, almost screaming at this point. ‘Good girl’ he praised you.
Instead of removing his fingers he pushed them deeper inside of you. Then he stroked a spot within you, that you didn’t even know of. ‘The A-spot is often overlooked’ he grinned at you. ‘The more I stroke it, the more sensation you feel and the wetter you will be’ he said.
‘Oh my god, Loki’ you yelled when he kept going. He was right, at this point your arousal was flowing freely. ‘That’s right. What am I?’ he asked.
‘My god’ you panted.
‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked.
‘You only you’ you tried to say. But it came out ragged and needy.
‘That’s it, now come before your god’ he commanded you. And without hesitation your body did.
Loki retracted his fingers from you. ‘If only you could see yourself now, a perfectly tame kitten. All ready for me to play with’ he said.
‘Loki, I- I really can’t anymore’ you panted.
He slowly turned your around so you were on your stomach. He put your ass up ‘the only thing you will have to do is keep this perky ass up. And I will show you the last one. Don’t worry, it’s not as intense’ he said.
Before you could protest you felt his cock slide in you easily. He slowly started to thrust in and almost out of you. After a moment, his pace became a lot faster. Apparently playing with you had work him up as well. You walls already clenched down and your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. At that point Loki grabbed your hair and pulled at it. Your walls clenched down harder and the noises you made weren’t even human anymore. ‘And that.. is.. fourteen’ he grunted. He pulled your hair harder and started to slam harder into you.
‘Fuck, (Y/N)’ he yelled when he came. He slowly thrusted until his own orgasm had faded. He laid down on his back on the bed and you collapsed, still on your stomach. You were utterly exhausted and extremely satisfied. Loki slowly caressed your back with the back of his hands. He smiled when he felt the goosebumps form on your skin and your soft moaning.
‘Sensitive there, kitten?’ he teased.
‘Hmm’ you hummed sleepily.
Despite your protests he stood up and pulled you in his arms. He carried you towards the bathroom and put you down. He turned on the tap of the tub.
‘I don’t want to bathe, I want to sleep’ you pouted.
Loki just laughed. ‘I can imagine that, but a bath will do you good. After you can sleep with me in my bed, while wearing the fluffiest pyjama you can imagine. Deal?’
‘I don’t trust you in the bath’ you replied.
‘Hmm, normally I would agree with you. But trust me, I will behave myself’ he answered with a smile on his face.
‘Fine’ you reluctantly agreed.
Loki put some oils in the bath and it smelled amazing. He turned of the tab and helped you in the tub. He sat down behind you with his legs on either side, pulling you close against his chest. He washed your hair and massaged your shoulders. He did behave himself for the most time but couldn’t help kissing and biting your neck and shoulders. When the bath was done and Loki had shimmered the two of you in pyjamas, indeed the fluffiest ones you ever had, he cuddled with you in the bath.  
Right before you fell asleep he asked ‘Do you remember how many zones there were?’
‘Ehm.. no, I kind of was lost and couldn’t keep up’ you answered honestly.
Loki just pulled you closer against him. ‘Well, if you can’t name them next week we are doing this again’
‘You are insatiable’ you grumbled.  
‘No, you are irresistible. Now sleep, my love.’ At this point you were too out of it to even think or react to his words.  
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Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?
UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao
so a crossover hmmm
First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers
So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them
In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!
End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future
Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long
Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell
Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece
But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again
So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him
So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.
Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk
Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.
(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)
So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere
so of course heroes get involved
Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion
anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years
"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."
"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.
"I'm 58." Five says.
"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.
"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.
"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing
on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not
though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing
anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal
on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens
Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on
Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?
RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c
Aizawa: no
Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"
nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"
honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this
Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point
also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."
I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.
i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo
but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"
"the what"
"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"
"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."
all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention
klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn
(klaus: your name is shimura nana??
all might: immediately dies choking on blood)
i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma
the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes
diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort
Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics
every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like
Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens
Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?
izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series
Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.
Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?
Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment
Mina: hell yeah game the system
they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon
Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."
Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"
deku: vanya we have so much in common
iida and uraraka: concerned noises
aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.
there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)
five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.
(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)
five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to
nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?
klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!
luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?
on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all
allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks
allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝
aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net
i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world
i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.
they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)
i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it
i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room
also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.
a teacher: why is a student in here -
Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult
nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"
five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"
anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny
#long post#far tua long#tua bnha crossover#what kind of disaster is this#there are so many characters in bnha to even consider#there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven#or both!#five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens#and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink#klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny#ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells#nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type#diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not#luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy#also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice#five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient#i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos#iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old#aizawa is SO TIRED y'all#aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways#five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear#klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny#five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor#five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you'#aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol#five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'
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