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[rqgnarok]

exes to lovers bucktommy exes to lovers bucktommy EXES TO LOVERS BUCKTOMMY

[alyceinwonderland777]

We are leaving misogyny behind in 2025

[sunbleachedflys]

2025 will be my year.

[lxndonorris]

now I NEED daniel to perform as well as possible.

HE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH.

[hngggprettymen]

alright boys we need a win to stay tied with columbus and make the playoffs come on lets have a repeat of the philly game

[bonestructureandcontempt]

Muldoon

Brown

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"Sinclair"

Velez

[l1tw1ck]

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

[the-io-collective]

it wasn't your fault btw. you were a kid. idk what you expect you could've done differently

[sweetiechichi]

babydoll!reader cries and mattheo comes running ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

warnings: injury (scraped knee, minor bleeding), blood (brief, not graphic), crying, protective!mattheo, mean!mattheo, mentions of physical altercations, mild language

it didn’t hurt right away. her foot just slipped--moss-covered stone behind the greenhouse, her heel catching on a protruding edge. the fall was sudden, knee cracking against the step with a dull thud. the sting came after. sharp enough to make her gasp. sharp enough to sit her down right there on the cold stone, her dress puddling around her like crushed petals.

she blinked. once, twice. blood seeped through the tear in her tights. lace ruined. her sleeve was already pink-stained from trying to clean it. her throat felt tight. her eyes burned. she didn’t want to cry. but of course she did.

shaky fingers. unlocked phone. one name. muscle memory. it barely rang.

“baby.” his voice was flat. clipped. something electric already buried in the way he said it.

“i--i fell,” she whispered. “it’s not bad, i just--my knee. there’s dirt, and it’s bleeding, and--”

“where are you?”

“behind the greenhouse--”

“don’t move.”

“wait, matty--” he was already gone.

he nearly broke the door on his way out. someone called his name in the hall. he didn’t stop. didn’t look. fists clenched. jaw set. not running. but walking like he wanted to fight something.

and when he found her?

he froze. then stalked forward, faster now. she was curled up on the step, sleeves over her hands, tears in her lashes. the blood on her leg was drying around the edges. she looked tiny. miserable.

he crouched without a word, scanning her up and down like she’d been hurt worse than she had. his voice was low, tight, like it hurt him to speak. “what the fuck happened?”

she sniffled, already embarrassed. “i tripped. it’s stupid.”

“who pushed you?”

“no one--just the steps, my heel--”

“lemme see.”

she pulled the fabric aside. he saw the scrape. hissed through his teeth like it personally offended him.

“i’m gonna curse whoever built this fucking school.” she tried to laugh. “you’re being dramatic.”

“you’re bleeding,” he muttered. “come here.”

he stepped in close, hands slipping under her arms like she was made of glass. pulled her upright, steadying her against his chest. she winced, soft and small, and he exhaled hard--like the sound of her pain physically winded him.

“this way,” he said, nudging her foot forward with his. “inside.”

he led her in like she was breakable. like if he let go for even a second, she’d shatter. then, without hesitation, he cleared the nearest potting bench with one swift motion--pots, gloves, tools crashing to the floor like they didn’t matter. like nothing did except her.

she blinked. opened her mouth to speak.

but he was already stalking off --long strides, fast and furious--disappearing behind a heavy wooden door. she heard the clatter of supplies, a few curses under his breath, and then he returned, breathless, with something old and dented in his hands.

the first aid kit looked like it belonged in a museum. maybe it had. probably hadn't been touched since the founders walked these halls.

he dropped it beside her and started digging through like he’d done it a thousand times. of course it had antiseptic. of course it had gauze. and of course he knew exactly where to find it. he’d fixed worse--broken noses, busted lips, split skin from fights he sometimes started but always finished.

but this?

this was her. and that made it different.

he paused, just for a second. then, quieter, “this is gonna sting, baby.”

she whimpered when he pressed the cloth to her skin. his hands were steady. his jaw wasn’t. “i know. i know. just--stay still for me, yeah?”

he wrapped the gauze too tight the first time. she flinched. “shit. sorry.” he fixed it, slower this time. “you gotta tell me when it hurts, alright?”

she nodded, lip trembling. he looked like he might fall apart right there. “stop crying,” he whispered. “i’m trying.” “well you’re shit at it,” he snapped--but it cracked at the end.

she sniffled. and then he reached out, curled his fingers under her jaw, and kissed her temple. hard. like a promise. or maybe a warning.

“next time, you call me before you cry. you don’t sit out here like some kicked puppy. you call me. i fix it.” she nodded fast. like it was gospel. like it meant everything.

he stood. held out his arms. “come here.”

“i can walk.” “i didn’t ask.”

she let him lift her. she always did. head tucked into his chest, arms around his neck.

two ravenclaws stared too long. he glared until they looked away.

he carried her up to her tower. up the steps. into her little pink-lit room. lace curtains. frilly blankets. mr. sunday waiting on the bed.

he didn’t say a thing about the bunny. just set her down gentle. untied her shoes.

when she reached for his hand, he gave it. didn’t even look. just laced their fingers together and whispered:

“if it were up to me, you’d never touch the fucking ground.”

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a/n: thank you for reading! pls send requests, i would love to hear your ideas for future fics xoxo

[hellenicrisis]

May the Gods be our first priority and not our last resort.

Pray in good times and bad.

[icantdothistodaybruh]

I drew it a while back as an illustration for this fanfic by @sebadztian🌹

[paradiseyuri]

Created by : ☆포녜 ☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

[l1tw1ck]

Divine Encounter

Bottom!FTM Sunday x Top!Masc!God Reader

🪽 Word Count: 1,198 🪽

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Non/Dub-Con, Daddy Kink, Virginity Loss, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Squirting, Womb Fucking, Creampie

After all his years of being a devoted priest, Sunday is finally experiencing what he believes to be a test from the only love in his life. His god. You.

He stares at the mirror, staring intensely at the elegant tattoo that suddenly appeared on his lower body. “What…” His slender fingers move to touch the new addition to his skin. He lets out a quiet whine. It feels…good? He pulls away. “Is this a test?” Sunday gulps.

Robin knocks on the door. “You're going to be late if you don't leave now.” She calls out.

“You- you can go without me.” He replies. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” She leaves.

“I will resist the temptation.” Sunday mutters before turning away.

After the morning service, Sunday hurries to his private prayer room. He kneels in front of the marble statue of You. He whispers Your name, then connects his hands to pray.

He unknowingly starts to slip away from reality with each line of the prayer. He doesn't realize until he feels a hand below his chin. He looks up and gasps. It's You. You’ve never visited him before. Not even in his dreams.

“Fh- Father-” He watches, frozen in awe as Your thumb rests on his lower lip. He can understand that You want him to keep his mouth open. Why? It doesn't matter to him.

“Keep praying.” Your commanding voice makes him shudder. He can understand that You want him to pray in his head, rather than verbally. Sunday closes his eyes and continues his prayer. Something warm enters his mouth but he doesn't stop. He trusts You completely.

Even as You grab his hair and roughly force him to take the thick, pulsing object in his mouth, he doesn't falter. Not even when his pussy begins to throb.

“You're doing well, Sunday…” You groan. His heart flutters. “My most beloved follower.”

Sunday opens his eyes, his cheeks bright red. The way You're looking at him is making him forget his task. He can feel his slick creating a puddle in his boxers. Focusing on praying caused him to not realize that the object inside his mouth is Your cock. It's…it's not a sin. He devoted himself to You and swore off relationships. Technically, You could be considered his husband.

“That's right, you belong solely to me.” You stop and come inside his mouth. “My husband.”

He blinks repeatedly as he suddenly finds himself back in reality. He can still taste You. He presses his fingers to his lips, then trails down to his cunt.

“Don't touch yourself.” Your voice suddenly appears in his head.

He immediately pulls away in embarrassment. He decides to recite the prayer again to calm down.

Sunday gasps as You appear before him once again. In his bedroom this time. “[Name]…” He looks at You longingly. He drops the book in his hand and moves it aside. He hasn't seen or heard from You in a week. He's just barely been able to resist the urge to masturbate.

“You’ve done well, as I expected.” You walk towards him. His clothes suddenly disappear, his body now fully exposed for You. You crawl onto the bed. Sunday leans against the bed frame and closes his eyes, allowing You to kiss him. He dares not touch You. Your hand slides down to the tattoo on his pelvis, his body trembles as Your fingers trace the markings. You pull away from the kiss. Sunday looks down, watching as the simple touches cause him to squirm and moan. “Mine.” You whisper. He throws his head back as he comes for the first time in his life, spurts of slick stain his bedsheets.

You spread his legs, gently dragging his body down so he can lay on his back, and reveal Your length. Your thickness rests on his wet cunt. Despite the size and the impending loss of virginity, he doesn't feel any fear or hesitation. Just adoration and joy. He never thought anything like this would happen to him. Sunday watches as You penetrate him painlessly. Not a single part of his body is trying to reject You. He always heard that losing your virginity is painful, maybe it's because no one ever lost it to their god.

“You…you're so big..” He says breathlessly, watching the bulge grow in his stomach. The outer parts of the tattoo have a soft yellow glow. As soon as he feels Your lips graze his neck, he mewls adorably. You gently kiss and suck on his skin.

You eventually reach his cervix. He instantly squirts just from the contact. “[Name]..” He bites down on his lip.

“It's Daddy.” You move backwards by about an inch before hitting his cervix again, entering his womb.

“Daddy~!” Sunday moans as you start fucking him. He grips the sheets tightly as You overwhelm him with pleasure. His lashes flutter elegantly as each thrust sends him closer and closer to a sexual heaven. If it weren't for Your possessiveness over him and Your decision to soundproof the room, everyone would be able to hear him from outside. He's too far gone to think about it.

Tears run beautifully down his cheeks. Never in a million years would he have imagined being claimed by the God he worships. Especially not in this way. Completely enveloping You in Your entirety is something that would make him cry blasphemy if anyone told him this would happen.

Of course he, along with all Your believers, consume You via wine and edible offerings, but that's all metaphorical.

“Gonna come inside you-” You moan. Sunday whines happily.

“Yes– fill me with Your seed~” His pussy squeezes you as if it's trying to milk You. Its efforts are quickly proved successful by his womb filling up with Your cum. His tattoo lights up halfway, a representation of how full he really is.

You briefly pull out, turning him over and adjusting him to lay face down with his ass raised. He grins dumbly as You slide back inside of him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he once again experiences the divine stretch of his pussy welcoming you inside it. He's already addicted.

You roughly thrust into his cunt, shamelessly indulging in Your own desire for him. He drools onto his pillow, his vision blurring. He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness but You're keeping him awake. “Daddy~” He cries out as he has another orgasm. His wetness and Your thrusts are creating the kind of lewd noises that used to embarrass him on the unfortunate occasions where he’d pass by a storage closet inhabited by two sinners. Now, it's just making him hornier.

Before all this, he figured he'd only have sex to procreate. You’ve completely changed his mind on that.

“So good!” He cries.

You notice the abstinence ring on his finger and slide it off, replacing it with a wedding ring. Sunday mewls happily, once again squirting.

For his sake, you finish inside him and fully fill his womb to the brim. His tattoo fully glows, representing the connection you two have. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

[the-io-collective]

hey reminder that switching looks different for everyone, and you have zero fucking right to tell people that they're making their system up for their switches looking differently to yours.

some people zone out and stare into the void.

some people have the head drop

some people have barely noticeable switches

some people have switches that takes ages

most people have a mix of switches.

if you aren't a person's doctor, you have zero right to tell them they're "switching incorrectly." wtf even is that.

[joontroverted]

kiss it better (nsfw)

husband! ran haitani x wife reader

fandom : tokyo revengers

word count : 2.9k

cw : anal beads, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, daddy kink, reader is a brat, impregnantion talk, fluff! this is a sweet fic, i'll have you know 😤

twitter porn that inspired me!

video

happy reading!

ran comes home late often enough that it's not an issue.

his schedule is erratic. he doesn't work every single night, but when he's called to work he's gone, and almost unreachable too. and he's definitely coming home late on those days.

between the two of you (two sleepy people) he knows it's no hard feelings to come home to you fast asleep. he just strips off, does a quick shower, speedruns through his unskippable skin care routine and settles into bed with you. one arm snaked around your waist and into your panties, two fingers in your warm pussy, and he's out like a light.

it's a fun routine.

but you miss him.

sure, you have the sleepy mornings and the evenings filled with wine and whichever new little snack ran had flown in from God knows where, but you missed the nights.

the nights of opening your arms and legs for your man, undressing him, tumbling around in bed till you're both sore and filthy and then hopping in the tub for another round- ahem, a bath.

so tonight's the night!

you're adorned in a light blue lingerie set, the type that highlights your titties and has a crotchless panties. your usual home clothes are thrown on on top of this sexy get up because of the chill from the ac, and even though you've fought back many a yawn, the moment you hear scuffling and the beep of the lock, you throw off your loose clothes and position yourself spread across the sofa.

you watch as ran staggers into the foyer, stumbling, stifling a yawn. he makes a beeline past the hall and straight to the master bedroom without paying you even the slightest glance.

you sit there dumbfounded.

you can hear him tossing off his clothes, washing his face and finally turning the lamp by the nightstand on to do his skin care before he realises you're not in bed.

"sweetheart?"

you hear him jog out of the room, turn the corner and seeing you sitting on the sofa, all (sex) dolled up, and glaring holes into him.

"what are you- oh," he stops, eyes taking you in. "oh honey, come here," he calls you, spreading his arms.

you stare at him and get up, and walk past him to your bedroom.

"honey? honey! baby, i'm so sorry, it's so late and it's been such a long day, this has nothing to do with- "

"literally die," you mutter, clambering onto the bed.

"are you wearing those crotchless panties?"

"die! go hang out with your precious besties! die!" you hiss, wrapping the blankets around yourself and settling in.

"baby- "

"i don't want to hear one fucking word ran haitani."

you shut your eyes, turning your face into the pillow, tears of anger stinging behind your shut eyelids. god, this was so humiliating more than anything. you were so excited, and the worst part is you can't even blame him, you know how tiring his days can get.

you hear him slowly sit down on the bed and turn the lamp off. no skincare, nothing, and he settles into bed next to you, almost spooning you, but giving you some space.

you feel his hand come up to stroke your hair.

"good night angel."

something's keeping you up.

you can't put a finger on what it is exactly.

you twist around and see ran fast asleep next to you, no doubt too exhausted to even pleade his case with you. his hand is on your pillow, having fallen asleep while stroking your hair. you had fallen asleep too, but something woke up you up around twenty minutes ago, and you can't seem to figure out what.

the temperature of the room is perfect. chill, but not cold. the blankets aren't too heavy to make you hot. you aren't hungry and you just took a few sips of water some time back when you had woken up.

so what is it?

do you miss ran? do you miss the contact of him spooning you?

no... not that you wouldn't miss it, but more like you and ran moved around in bed a lot while you sleep so you aren't always touching each other.

no, this is something more related to your body.

for a second you wonder if you're secretly pregnant.

no.

you press a hand on your stomach. you feel like you're close to the problem, because now you can zero in on something inside you being wrong, but pregnant? no. not even food poisoning, you didn't eat anything disagreeable.

something inside you...

"ran. ran!"

you shake him, and if you weren't so taken aback, you would've stopped to admire how gorgeous he is. his purple and black hair fans out on his forehead, and his chest gently rises and falls. he really could be a model, his strong angular jaw and his angelic features uniting masculinity and femininity to create such beauty.

"ran!" you smack him across his face with your pillow.

"what, what, fuck!" he shouts, rising up to his elbows, his eyes flitting over you. his hands immediately roam over you before his eyes adjust to the dark to make sure that you're in one piece and not hurt in any way.

"wha' happened," he says gruffly, sitting up this time, his hands still on your waist protectively.

you falter, seeing how protective he is of you, and how much sexier he sounds with his voice deeper from sleep.

you bite your lip. "hi."

"what the fuck happened," he blinks at you slowly, like he can't believe this situation. he's just been forced awake by his panicked little wife who had just been screaming and now you're sitting pretty, hair mussed, bra strap sliding off your shoulder, eyes wide, looking ditzy.

"um, nothing much. what's up with you?" you shrug, looking down.

"i'm going to count to three- "

he doesn't even have to finish his sentence for you to start talking. you know all too well what happens when he counts to three.

"so you know how i dressed up for you and then you so very rudely ignored me?"

"i apologized for that, and you told me to die."

"yeah, that."

he stares at you. "and?" he prompts.

"i didn't actually want you to die."

that makes him crack a little smile. "why thank you. that's one less person now. unfortunately the list's a bit too long for me to be in the clear, honey."

you scrunch up your face at that. ran's a terrible person. you forget that sometimes. his worst crime is probably torture and homicide, not kicking your plushie off the bed.

"was that all?" he asks, thumb stroking your waist. "can we sleep now?"

"no," you say firmly. and then you mumble something.

"what?"

"there's something inside me."

"what did all those creampies pay off," he laughs. "wait a minute, did they?" his face morphs into horror.

"no, jesus. this is less scary."

"just spit it out already!"

"fine! when i was waiting for you, i..." you shift. "um i stuffed myself with some... beads," you trail off, nodding, glad that the lights are off, so he can't see you clearly.

ran leans to the nightstand and flicks the lamp on, making eye contact with you. well there goes decency. he looks at you, his face a mix of disbelief and criticism. "you stuffed yourself with some beads."

you nod again, unable to look at him.

he grabs your face and forced you closer. "you stuffed yourself with the anal beads i bought you and told you that i would help you with."

"i wanted to surprise you okay?"

"and then you fell asleep with them inside you. who was that for? the icu when they surgically remove them from you? what if i couldn't come home tonight?"

"fine!" you pull yourself away from him. he had spent his entire life being both a brother and a father to rindou that when he brought up his stern voice he could be so goddamn condescending. "i'll do it myself then! i don't need your help anyways!"

you most definitely did need his help.

and that's why you find yourself laid on your tummy between ran's spread legs, him having pulled your hips towards him, ass facing him, legs locked around his back. your bra was tossed to the side, and your crotchless panties dangle from your ankle in sad defeat.

ran had sat back quietly, arms folded as he watched you try to pull the beads out. he didn't say a word, but watched you seriously, as though he were a teacher watching his student helplessly mess up an equation even further. the scrutiny sure didn't help, and only made you more tense.

you sniffle.

"and whose fault is it that you're in this position, huh?"

"yours."

you get a sharp slap on your left asscheek.

"it's my fault! i'm sorry!"

you can't see him, but you're sure he's enjoying this. ran's rather laidback and chill, but all of that is made up for with how much of a stern disciplinarian he is in situations like this.

he pulls your ass closer and your pussy settles on his crotch, feeling his thick and hard cock beneath his boxers. you snicker.

"what was that for, slut?" he asks, giving you a harsh pinch on your other cheek.

you squeal and kick your feet. "nothing. just nice to know you missed me too."

"hmm," he hums, taking you in.

you really are the stupidest little girl in the world. of course he misses you. he'd be mad not to. the light of his life. he loves his job, but he's been liking it less and less as it eats up all the time he keeps especialy for you. he's missed too many meetings and too many trips just to spend an evening watching a movie with you or a weekend away with you. and here you are, pitching a fit because apparently he doesn't miss you anymore.

as much as he chides you for your carelessness, it's landed his beautiful wife face down ass up, stuffed full in her ass with purple anal beads. all that could be seen of it was the glinting sea pearl that hung out like a charm from the base, with the backdrop of your pretty little pucker behind it.

he grabs the base and gives a little tug, causing you to yelp.

"you need to relax honey," he mutters, rubbing your back.

"well you're not helping with that," you grumble.

he rolls his eyes. he reaches for the lube and sees the half empty bottle and can't help but think about how much lube you had emptied within yourself trying to get it in in the first place, a finger pushing each bead in while the other hand poured lube on your gaping hole. his cock jumps at the image of that.

"hmm, what how can we get you to relax, huh? would a spanking work? you get pretty brainless from a good spanking, don't you honey? i was meaning to give you one in the morning just because of how you behaved with me."

you kick at the thought of that, heat filling your face, pussy pulsing at the thought. yes, unfortunately ran had trained you into taking his spankings well, but that would tense you up too much, and he knew that. he's just doing this to rile you up.

ran smirks as he watches your pussy squeeze around nothing, dampening. he's trained you well.

"but on second thought, maybe you need something more humiliating. you think i'm just wasting time hanging out with my guys at work, huh? how 'bout i handcuff you over the table with your panties pullled down, huh? so all the bad, bad men i work with can remind you of how tough this job is, huh?"

"no!" you whine, pushing your ass out. "no!"

he watches your pussy get wetter and wetter. he massages your lubed up hole with two fingers and slips two fingers inside you. you really were a sick girl. his sick girl.

"o- ohhh," you moan, as his thick, long fingers sink deeper inside you.

in and out, up and down. all while teases your asshole into opening. his finger swipe further and hurther in, scissoring before they finally curl down and hit your g spot.

"ran! ran! please, please, more!"

and that's when he slows down.

the rhythm he had built up slows down into a gentle massaging on your g spot.

"ran, what the hell? you're so- "

you falter as a another feeling takes over. an insistent pushing from in the inside of your hole.

plop!

"there we go," says ran, and you can hear the smile in his voice. " there's my big girl."

the first bead popped out, shiny and glossy, warm from your insides, lube dripping down it. your hole closes up again, and he presses down on your g spot again, causing you to let out a strangled cry.

"another one sweetheart," he coos, "relax for me?"

plop!

the second one pops out as your mind is lost from both the sensations. the bliss from having your g spot massaged combined with the odd pleasure that's coming from him playing with your hole.

plop!

"oh, there's another one," you murmur, dazed.

"my big girl can count can't she," he laughs. he sure has the fucking audacity. "last two honey."

you push your ass out and get onto your knees, chest pressed on the bed. he snickers at your eagerness and drives his fingers deeper in you, stroking away.

plop!

you feel lighter, both inside and in your head. you can't believe that for all your complaining, you're spending the night with your husband yanking anal beads out of your asshole. not even in a sexy way particularly. for the sake of not having a medical emergency.

"last one angel," he kisses you ass cheek. "can you do that for me?"

"uh huh."

"what do you say?"

"yes daddy," you keen as his fingers push deeper in you again. you feel his lips a feather light kiss on your perineum, and you can blush from how soft it feels.

he watches as the last bead slowly pushes it's way out of your hole with a final little plop!

watching your pretty hole gao almost sets something primal off in ran, and with a low growl he gets on his knee, one leg braced against the bed. he lowers his boxers and brings his heavy cock out that he had neglected for a little too long. the grinding of your pussy on his crotch wasn't nearly enough for what his eyes were feasting on.

the thick head of his tip slaps against your sloppy pussy and you whine, finally getting a taste of what you've been missing.

"give it to me ran, i've been waiting for too long."

"i know pretty, i've been gone for too long these days, haven't i?"

he pushes in, and that familiar feeling of being filled is back. you husband is back.

"daddy," you cry in ecstacy as his tip finally reaches the deepest it can go. "i love you."

"daddy's home honey," he pants, having mounted you finally, and now driving into to you. "i love you."

the pace picks up and you're boneless as ran's firm grip on your waist is all that's holding you up. he slams into you, his cock hitting all the right places as he leans down and covers all of you, holding you tight.

"i'm sorry angel, i'm sorry i haven't been home lately. but it's all for you, yeah. it's all so i can give you a beautiful life and make you a mama one day, nice and plump and spoiled."

"ohhh!" that sends a wave through you. "you wanna make me a mama?"

"yeah honey, you'll be a good mama, won't you? perfect girl?"

"yes, yes daddy," you cry, "i'm cumming, gonna come!"

"come for me angel," he pushes into you one final time, and you come together. the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, causing you to sink under bliss as you feel him filling you up to the brim with his thick, warm cum.

he bites the crook of your neck and coos as he watches you shake underneath him.

"my wife," he whispers, pressing kisses down your neck. "my beautiful silly wife. i always miss you. i love you."

he turns you over, and you immediately twist your limbs into each others'. you smile as you look into his eyes, his hair still untouched despite it all. you reach out and mess it up, causing him to laugh and kiss your wrist.

"i love you," you mutter. "and i know you love spending time with me. i was just frustrated... and in need of a rough night with you. i don't actually want you to die."

"i know." he nods, giving you little kisses. "i'm the luckiest man alive to have a wife who loves me so much she stuffed herself full of the anal beads i told her not to use without me."

"my hole is sore," you groan as he nuzzles against your chest.

"bend over, i'll kiss it better."

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