#my crush has muscular legs and his arms are a little bit too

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Last gym crush post of today I swear but you look at the legs of for example Haaland and Van Dijk and they’re fuckint STICKS compared to his they’re huge I swear how is that even possible

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older husband!Ari Levinson x naive wife!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kink, smutt, dd/lg vibes, pregnancy!kink, breeding!kink, housewife!kink, lactation!kink, size difference,  age gap, innocence!kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari finally comes home to his very pregnant wife.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m just surprised I didn’t write this sooner tbh. Enjoy!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your husband’s booming voice echoes around the house, sending thrills up and down your spine. You feel a huge smile plaster itself on your face – despite the fact that you’ve been married to him for almost a year now, you still feel giddy like a little girl every time you hear him come home. You carefully set down the casserole that has just finished cooking, impatiently shaking your oven mitts off before making a beeline to the front door and launching yourself at your big, beefy husband.

“Ari!” You hug him hard, pressing your nose into his hard chest that smells so deliciously like him. Like fresh soap and his manly musk with a hint of salty seawater. Just him. And you can’t help but breath him in, trying your best to climb up his body and wrap your legs around his waist, which is obviously a hard task considering how big your belly has gotten. “Missed you so much,” you mumble against his solid body, loving the feel of his warm arms enveloping you into his embrace. You wish he’d hug you harder, completely crush your body against his like how he used to. Till you can’t breathe but in the best possible way.

But of course, he’s ten times more mindful of you now. Pregnancy and all.

“Baby,” Ari breathes, burying his nose in your hair and nuzzling the top of your head. He presses a bunch of kisses against your hairline, one hand already on your belly (its favourite place to be, as of late), stroking it softly while his other hand meanders down to your ass (his other favourite part of your body). “Mm, I missed you too, sweet girl. Missed your little body against me like this.”

He cups your face, tipping it upwards and lifting you slightly so he can plant a kiss to your lips. He was just so damn tall and big – kissing was a bit of a problem unless he bent down or picked you up. You didn’t mind, though. You loved how much bigger he was than you, how strong and beefy and muscular he looked.

And Ari’s genes were strong enough that he’d passed them down to his unborn children too. You were about eight months along with Ari’s twins in your belly. Both boys. Both bigger than average according to your last scan. And both extremely active and strong just like their daddy – you knew because of all the somersaults and kicks they were subjecting you to day after day. But it was worth it. Ari said that you were the always the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on, but pregnancy just made you glow differently. And he’d get that fire in his eyes every time he looked at your belly growing his babies, and it made you feel so powerful, so sexy, so wonderful.

You’d only been married to Ari for a month before you’d found out you were pregnant. You’d met him less than a year ago, this business tycoon who’d swept you off your innocent feet. He was handsome, charming and respectful, and he’d proposed to you after only a few weeks. You’d said yes, of course. And he’d made it clear that he wanted a big family, a cute little housewife (you) who took care of him and his children. You were all too happy to oblige, because you wanted all those things too.

“How are my boys?” Ari whispers, cupping your belly with his huge palm. God, he was just so big – built strong like a wrestler yet also lithe and athletic. Not to mention so goddamned handsome! You couldn’t believe your luck. Some of your friends had told you that you were too young for a man like Ari. You were only fresh out of college and he was almost double your age and the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. That didn’t matter to you, though. You liked being his little baby, having him dote over you and spoil you (which he had done since the day he met you, and continued to do till this day).

And so what if he babied you all the time and made all your decisions for you? You liked giving up the control, and Ari was just so smart and level-headed, it just made sense to allow him to take over every aspect of your life.

“Your boys have been extra rowdy today.” You giggle as your husband continues to press kisses all over your face and neck, his long hair tickling you as he does so. “They keep kicking me like they want to come out already. How am I supposed to tell them they’re not due for another month?”

Ari smirks, easily picking you up with one arm like you’re a little baby yourself. His other hand is still splayed over your swollen stomach. He’d grown addicted to cupping your belly ever since the day you told him you were pregnant. It was a problem in the early days, when none of your friends and family knew yet your husband kept stroking your belly in front of them, a cocky look on his handsome face that all but gave everything away.

“I can’t wait till they come, but I also want to keep you pregnant just a little bit longer.” Ari murmurs, carrying you into the living room. He gives your ass a loud slap, the action making you yelp and clutch his muscular bicep as he grins. “You’re so sexy like this, baby. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only about a gazillion times,” you roll your eyes, but this earns you another hard slap on the ass and a warning look from your husband. You squeal, “Ari! That hurt!”

“You know not to roll your eyes at me, honey. I may have married you and knocked you up but you’re still my little baby.” Ari pats your bum and gives it a soft squeeze before kissing your cheek to make you smile. “And I’ve told you to call me daddy, princess.”

“Oh yeah, sorry daddy!”

“That’s okay, baby.”

You’d called Ari “daddy” during sex ever since he took your virginity on your first date almost a year ago. It just fit him; he took care of you so good and he was just so big and strong and dominant. Ari was really into it, always coaxing you to call him daddy – even outside the bedroom. And he’d always look so extremely smug when you’d inevitably slip and accidentally call him daddy in front of your friends and family.

But especially now that the two of you were married and lived in Ari’s big suburban mansion, he just went crazy every time he’d come home to you in your checkered apron, pregnant with his babies and calling him daddy. He’d told you once that it was his idea of heaven on Earth, and you were the one who’d given it to him.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Ari tells you as he takes a seat on his armchair and sets you on his lap. You’re still dwarfed by his huge size even when he’s sitting down with you on top of him, holding you securely on his knee like you’re his little baby. His gaze grows dark as he watches your breasts bounce slightly as he sits down, pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips hungrily. “I couldn’t concentrate at work, all I could think about was my baby wife, round with my children and taking care of my house in your cute little dress.”

You glance down at your dress, it’s one of many that Ari had bought for you. He had said that baby wives only ever wore dresses around the house so it was easier for their daddies to fuck them. You had absolutely no problem with that, seeing as you loved wearing the cute dresses he bought for you, and you also loved it whenever he’d slip his hand up the cotton material, or bent you over a random piece of furniture around the house and fucked the living daylights out of you.

Ari was a loving and doting husband, but sometimes he would get extremely rugged and rough with you. He’d tell you that you were his wife and it was your duty to bend over for him whenever he pleased. Sometimes, he’d watch you with lust-filled eyes while you did the housework around the house. And all he had to do was snap his fingers and you’d come running over to him.

He’d either push you down to your knees and make you suck him off till he was satisfied, or he’d bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck you fast and hard, calling you his cute little baby housewife, telling you how all your holes belonged to him only, because he was your husband and he owned you. And you’d whimper and mewl and wail and cry while he had his way with you, till he’d fill you up with his cum and then pull you upright, straighten your dress, slap your ass and send you back to your housework.

No wonder he knocked you up so quickly.

“Honey? You still here?” Ari bounces you on his lap and you blink before smiling up at him.

“Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Why would you need to think, baby? Daddy does all the thinking, remember? You just look pretty.” Ari bounces you on his lap again, making you giggle while his eyes once more zero in on your breasts. They’re so much bigger now that you’re pregnant, and Ari has been paying more attention to them than usual. In fact, your pregnant body in general has him incensed and feral. He’s always grabbing at you and pawing at you, squeezing and groping and stroking your every curve like he can’t get enough.

He reaches past you to grab the cold bottle of beer which you’d already set out for him on the coffee table. You watch him as he takes a deep swig, admiring how handsome he is. He’s got a defined jawline covered with his thick beard that makes him look more manly and virile than ever. A gorgeous sloped nose with a cute bump on it that you love to kiss, and high cheekbones smattered with freckles. He sports a golden tan almost all year round, as well as a wonderfully beefy, sun-kissed body that you can’t get enough of.

Even now, you slip your hand up and down his hard stomach, feeling his hairy, toned abs through his cotton shirt that’s stretched taught over them. God, he really was the hottest man alive. All the women that worked for him were crazy about him, including his secretary. But Ari had told you not to worry, that you were the love of his life and he’d waited forty years to find you, and he’d wait forty more to find you again.

“Dinner’s all ready for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek because he looks so deliciously handsome and you can’t help it. “I made all your favourites, daddy. I think I’m getting better at cooking now.”

You’d struggled with cooking at the beginning of your marriage. You knew Ari expected you to be a good little housewife, but cooking was never your strongest suit. Ari hadn’t minded though, always finding it adorable when you’d sheepishly serve him burnt food that was borderline inedible. And then he’d order a takeaway and you’d both eat in front of the TV, and he’d lick the pizza sauce off the corner of your mouth before pulling you into his lap to make out.

But you’d wanted to be a good housewife for him, after all, Ari worked so hard to provide for you and he bought you whatever you wanted. He didn’t expect you to slave away in the kitchen, of course, but you figured he deserved a good homecooked meal once in a while. And so, you sifted through various cookbooks and online recipes and YouTube videos until you’d finally been able to cook something half decent. And Ari had been so proud of you when you’d served him a roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, and making you husband proud was all you really wanted to do.

Back in the present, Ari playfully chucks you under your chin, “You’re an amazing cook, sweetheart. I can’t wait to eat dinner. But I won’t lie, baby, right now I’m hungry for something else.”

His eyes go down to your chest again, and you smile demurely as thrills shoot down to your core. Ari’s big hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lewdly before tweaking your hard nipples through the thin material of your dress. You never really wore bras inside the house, and Ari was not one to complain about that. He grins wickedly when two wet spots appear on the fabric covering your nipples.

You’d started lactating recently, and Ari had been nothing short of thrilled about that. “Baby wives feed their daddies their mommy milk,” he’d told you, and of course, he was always right. You were scared at first, having him drink from you. But he’d been so ravenous, so hungry for your milk and the intimacy that came with doing something like that. How could you possibly say no?

Now, Ari fed from you all the time. It was almost a daily occurrence which almost always ended in mind-blowing sex.

Ari holds you close to him as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up your arms to push the straps of your dress down. Your breasts are painful and heavy as he frees them from the dress, your nipples already hard as glass but you still hiss as the cool air hits them, making them even more erect, if that was possible.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, tweaking your nipple casually while you squirm in his arms, whimpering like a baby who needs to be tended to. That only incenses Ari more, and he gives your erect nipple a couple of flicks, making you gasp as he laughs wickedly. “Look at your sexy tits, all sore and heavy. They must really hurt, huh baby?”

You pout and nod, grabbing his forearm desperately, “Y-Yeah, they do. Daddy, plea–”

“My poor baby,” Ari continues, squeezing and groping to his heart’s content as droplets of your milk begin to leak. Your husband licks his lips, spreading the liquid all over your sore breasts, making you hornier than ever but he only smirks. “Bet you’ve been waiting all day for daddy to come home and breastfeed from you, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, please!” You whimper, jutting your chest out till your heavy breasts are almost smothering his face. And all he does is laugh, giving your nipple another hard pinch while you feel the tears of frustration well in your eyes. He reduced you to tears so easily, but it was only because you craved him so badly and didn’t like it when things didn’t go your way. He often teased you about this, calling you a needy, spoiled baby who lacked any type of patience.

Ari gives your nipple a light flick with is tongue, his blue eyes shining wickedly as your breath hitches. But then he lets out a feral growl, completely enveloping your nipple between his lips and sucking down hard. You whimper again, grabbing his hair and holding his head close to your breast as he begins to drink your milk, groaning, biting and licking at your nipple like a starved man.

“God, you have such sexy tits, baby.” He mumbles against your breasts, burying his face into them as he continues to suckle. He grabs your other tit and gives it a rough squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with his expert fingers. “And your mommy milk tastes so good.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You manage to get out through all the different sensations you’re feeling. He’s still bouncing you up and down on his lap, his hard dick poking against your butt like a steel rod through his pants. Plus, his mouth working against your nipple is making you see stars, and you feel pleasure mixed with the relief from him draining the milk from your breast.

“Good girl with good manners,” Ari grunts approvingly, his voice slightly muffled as he lewdly takes your whole breast into his mouth (as much of it that fits) giving it a hearty suck while rocking you against him as he dry-humps his dick up into your clothed core. “Just like how daddy trained you to be. Fuck, baby. I bet none of my friends’ wives are as obedient and cute as you, huh?”

“N-No!” you agree with a yelp when he gives your ass a firm slap before grabbing a handful of your ass-cheek from under your dress and giving it a lewd jiggle. “D-Daddy, need you so bad!” You try to grab his hard dick out from the waistband of his pants but he easily slaps your hands away, making you pout and whine as he continues to suck your breasts.

“Let daddy have his meal first.” Ari scolds, slapping your butt again, harder this time, before focusing his attention to your other breast. He suckles you sweetly at first, before growing greedy once your milk starts flowing into his mouth. Incensed, he moans against your breast, grabbing your hips and repositioning you on top of him. He bounces you up and down straight on top of his crotch while he feeds from you, and you moan wantonly as your body begins to work itself up.

“B-But daddy, I waited all – ah! – I waited all day for you!” You pout, trying to grind down against your husband but he holds you in place, always wanting to control your pleasure and never letting you seek it out by yourself unless you had his permission.

Ari releases your nipple with a pop before grinning wolfishly down at you, a thoughtful look on his face as his hand splays itself on your belly once more. “Well, you were a good, patient baby today, weren’t you?”

“I was, I was!” He slips his hand down under your dress, quickly settling it between your legs while your breath hitches and eyes cloud over with lust and want. And all it takes is for his pointer finger to press down on your swollen, panty-covered clit and you’re cumming. You squeak and clutch on to his muscular forearms as you orgasm, your other hand going down to hold his hand in place between your legs as you hump and ride against it. Your panties are completely soaked through and your entire body is buzzing with sensitivity as you pant his name.

Ari looks extremely smug as he watches you orgasm in his lap, leaving a sizable pool of your wetness on his clothed leg. Casually, he tweaks your nipple, his blue eyes trained on your face as you gasp in response, your body twitching in his arms.

“You’re so sensitive now, baby. I bet I could make you cum without even touching you.” Ari says, looking proud and smug at the same time.

“S-Sorry,” you shoot him a sheepish look once you’ve come down from your high, “can’t help it sometimes, daddy. Specially since I can’t ever touch myself when you’re not here.”

That was one of Ari’s firm rules that you had to follow. At the beginning of your marriage, Ari made it clear that baby wives like you had to follow all the rules that your husband set. That included not speaking to other men without his permission, always doing what he said, always telling him where you were, and of course, never touching yourself without his permission – certainly never when you were alone in the house.

“Dumb babies like you don’t know how to touch yourself.” Ari answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slips his hand out from between your legs, licking his fingers lewdly. “That’s why you need daddy to tend to you all the time. Now tell me, baby, how would you like to be fucked tonight?”

In next to no time at all, your big, beefy husband has you on all fours on your king-sized bed upstairs. A feral energy had overtaken him when you’d shyly voiced your desires to be fucked as hard as possible. Pregnancy made you so horny and feral for him, and in the early days he only ever allowed you on top, because he was so much bigger than you and so scared of hurting you. But soon, he’d learned to be rough in a way that had you both feeling satisfied without ever really causing you any harm.

And so, Ari had wasted no time in carrying you up the stairs, laying you down on the bed and slapping your ass as you scrambled to get on your hands and knees for him. And he’d slapped your ass once, twice, three times, and you knew he was mesmerised by how it jiggled.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, baby.” Ari murmurs, spanking you again like he can’t get enough. “Kept thinking of you like this while I was at work, bent over like a little whore in front of me.”

“Please put it in, Ari!”

“Patience, sweetheart.” He chuckles, running a hand up your spine and sending shivers all throughout your body. He presses his dick against your naked backside, and he feels so hot and pulsating. He’d torn your dress off the moment he’d entered the bedroom, and his own clothes had quickly followed suit. And now you were at the mercy of one big, horny, muscular, beefy man. A caveman, by the looks of how feral he was getting behind you. It’s like seeing your pregnant, naked body just flipped a switch in him, and his own patience was riding thin along with yours as he continues to rut against you.

With one quick thrust, Ari drives his huge dick inside you. You cry out in pain because he’s so big, and you’ll never get used to just how big he is. He’s more than twice the size of you and so incredibly well hung, and all you can do is brace yourself and take it, your whole body jerking forward from the force of his thrust. You’d have gone face first into the mattress had he not anticipated that and grabbed on to your hips tightly.

“Oh, fuck, baby, such a tight fucking hole you got. Daddy barely fits inside.” Ari’s fingers are clutching your hips so tightly, you know it’ll leave a bruise. And he’s rough from the get go, although you know he’s holding back because you’re pregnant. “God, fuck, sweetheart. You got such a good and tight fuckin’ snatch, so perfect for my dick, fuck!”

“H-Harder, daddy!” You cry, rutting back against him as your breasts bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. But your request earns you a swift smack to your bum.

“Take it how daddy gives it to you, baby.” Ari sneers, the alpha male inside of him taking complete control as his hips increase their pace. It feels like he’s ripping your insides with his hard dick but you feel so goddamn full and so good that you don’t even care, even as he continuously rains slap after slap down on your ass. “God, fuck, such a good little baby wife. Obedient as shit, aren’t you? Daddy’s little baby, gonna give me a bunch of babies, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, gonna have your babies, daddy!” You agree, sounding delirious and very much like an airhead who’s only capable of repeating what her daddy is saying to her but he’s reduced you to this state through his sheer hard fucking and you don’t even care. You want it harder, want him slamming into you till you can’t catch your breath and you pass out. But you know he wouldn’t, you can tell by how he’s got one arm now wrapped protectively around your belly, as if he needs to keep it there to remind himself not to lose control like how he often does during sex.

You remember a couple of times when Ari had gone completely feral, fucking you like you were an animal. Relentless and unforgiving, leaving you with bruises and bumps as he’d had his way with you again and again. But the dark side of you had enjoyed being a cumdump for him, despite the fact that you’d cried from the pain and overwhelming pleasure. And Ari had taken you into his arms afterwards, telling you how sorry he was, how he’d be careful with you in the future, how he got too riled up and how he couldn’t help but take you roughly when he saw how sweet and innocent you looked. And then he’d always be so sweet with his aftercare, and run you a bath and dote on you and hug you till you fell asleep in his arms, smelling like rose scented bubble bath.

“Want me to knock you up again, sweetheart?” Ari asks you back in the present, fucking you so hard you’re seeing stars. His fat dick is hitting all the right spots inside you, making you arch your back as he keeps thrusting into you, hips going into jackhammer mode. “Because I will knock you up again, baby. Soon as you give me my boys, I’ll have you on your back and filled to the brim with my fucking cum so you get knocked up again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Wouldn’t you? Fuck!”

“YES, YES, YES!” You scream at the top of your lungs, the pressure building up inside you till that invisible coil snaps and you cum so hard, you’re seeing stars. You collapse underneath Ari, and he has to hold you up as he continues to fuck you. But him describing how he’s going to knock you up again was enough for you to squirt all over his dick, your slippery walls squeezing his hard, fat cock that doesn’t stop its relentless assault inside you.

“Fuck yeah, baby, squeeze my fuckin’ dick!” Ari groans, using your limp body as a literal hole for his dick as he grabs your hips and makes you shake your ass on his dick, “Fuck yeah, baby couldn’t help but cum from the thought of getting knocked up by daddy, huh? Well, you gotta give me another one, honey. One orgasm isn’t enough for my baby girl.”

He pulls you up to your knees so your back is against his chest. And your body is completely limp and void of energy since orgasming had taken everything out of you, and you’re not even sure you can cum again like how he wants you to. But your beefy husband holds you up against him nevertheless, one big hand wrapping around your throat while the other cups your heavy breast and squeezes, and this whole time his hips don’t stop moving inside you. His fat dick driving in and out of you at different, varied paces. Slow so you can feel every ridge and vein, and then fast till his hips are a blur and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You best fucking believe I’m always going to keep you pregnant from now on.” Ari growls in your ear, squeezing your tits together as he paws at you like a feral caveman, his fingers pressing against your throat and cutting off your air supply just enough for your vision to blur and it all feels so deliciously good and you’re long past the point of even being coherent as you wail and scream for him.

You can feel him losing himself, getting rougher and rougher. You know your husband too well, you know he’s turning himself on more and more at the idea of impregnating you again. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and biting while his hands squeeze your breasts so hard it hurts, and you feel your milk dribble down your nipples.

Ari sees it too, and you swear you can feel his dick get even harder inside you. In a nanosecond, he’s manhandled you into a different position. Now, he’s sitting on the bed with you on top of him, and he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick. And oh my fucking God, it’s so much deeper this way! You can feel your puffy clit grind against his trimmed pubic hairs as he does all the work, his muscular arms wrapping around you, not caring at all that your pregnant belly is in the way as he continues to fuck up into you.

“Can’t let your mommy milk go to waste, can we?” Ari grins, grabbing your tit and latching his mouth on it immediately, sucking down so hard that you see stars. He lets go with a pop, “Guess I didn’t get all of it, huh, baby?”

You hold his head in place, carding your fingers through his brown waves as he continues to drink your milk like a ravenous beast, like he can’t get enough of it. Switching from one nipple to the other, giving both your breasts equal attention as he drains the milk from them.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re breastfeeding daddy, baby.” Ari tells you, his voice muffled as he keeps his face buried in your breasts. And all the while he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick, and you can feel your second orgasm start to build up – and he hasn’t even cum once yet! You wonder how he remains so calm, so casual enough to have a conversation with you during sex. Meanwhile you’re a dishevelled mess on top of him, head lolling to the side as you’ve already gone dumb from all his ministrations.

“God, fuck, gonna keep you pregnant at all times now, sweetheart.” Ari declares, getting feral again as his hand splays out on your belly. “I want at least five more kids, baby. You gonna give daddy five more babies?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I will!”

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. A good fucking baby wife. I’m so glad I found you, baby. I love you so fucking much.” He kisses you, pulling you by the hair till you’re flush against him, his hips fucking up into you at a blurring pace that makes you feel like he’ll rip you in half any second now.

“And all the other guys will be so fucking jealous that they don’t have a cute little knocked up baby wife who does whatever they ask. Fuck! Tell me you’re my cute little baby wife!” He pinches your nipple harshly before going back to your belly, rubbing it with his huge hand as he clutches you so close on top of him.

“ ‘m your cute little b-baby wife!” You moan, finally finding the energy to desperately ride him, up and down and backwards and forwards, grinding against the thick steel rod that is his dick as it jams up your poor, abused fuckhole.

“Damn right you are. And I’m your daddy who knocked you the fuck up. And I’ll do it again and again, because you’re my fucking property and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you! You got that? Fuck!”

“Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, daddy, you own me! Wanna have more of your babies! Want you to keep me pregnant all the time!” You blabber incoherently.

“And you’re gonna obey me, and be a good little mommy to all our children, aren’t you?” He smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times till your ass is sure to be raw and all the while you nod and agree with him, “A good little mommy who does what she’s told to do, and spreads her legs every time daddy wants to knock her up again, you got that?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Can’t wait to come home to you taking care of our little ones. Five of ‘em, with another one on the way. Fuck, can’t fuckin’ wait for that.” Ari grunts, his thrusts growing deeper and hitting your spot so deliciously and making you mewl, as well as his words and promises of keeping you pregnant which have you turned on beyond belief.

The pressure in your lower belly builds up higher and higher, more intense till you almost can’t stand it. And it feels so deliciously good, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as Ari continues to fuck you throw it all, holding you close and coaxing you, telling you to cum again for daddy, giving you permission to let go and cover his fat dick in your cream. And you obey, and you cum so hard, marvelling at how much of it squirts out of you.

Like a broken faucet, squirt after squirt of your cum covers his cock, and you sob and clutch at Ari’s hairy chest, burying your face in his hard chest as you cum so hard you almost faint. “Oh daddy, daddy, daddy!” you whimper like a broken record, like a baby who’s collapsed and needs to be held by her big, strong daddy.

“That’s a good baby,” Ari coos, stroking your hair like you’re his good little girl and the pride in his voice makes you sag with relief and euphoria, and his thrusts grow sloppy as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. His fat balls slapping against your pussy, and you know his load will be big because he’s held off so long.

“Fuck, baby.” Ari lets out a guttural groan before he cums, emptying himself inside of you as spurt after spurt of his hot cum sears you from the inside out. Brands you as his as your greedy pussy squelches and swallows his seed like it’s your job. And Ari looks so proud, holding you so close to him till it hurts, like he doesn’t want a single drop of his cum wasted as he fills you up like you’re his personal cumdump. “God-fucking-dammit, your greedy little snatch is squeezing me so good, baby. Best fuckin’ pussy I ever had, taking all my daddy cum like a good little girl. Fuck, take it, take all of it!”

And you do, taking every drop of his thick ropes of cum till you feel so full, stuffed to the brim with his heavy load as you fall down, completely spent and breathing hard, on your back on the bed.

You’re completely sapped of all energy, and again you marvel at how Ari seems perfectly fine, as if he hadn’t just emptied the world’s biggest load inside of you after a long session of unbridled, hot, rough sex. But your husband seems more interested in your body in its post orgasmic glow, rubbing you all over as you rest from the fucking you’ve just received, marvelling at his cum as it drips out of your pussy.

“Looks like your baby pussy couldn’t keep it all in, honey.” Ari swipes a finger up your slit and it comes up covered in his cum. Your mouth drops open in the shape of an o, which works out in your husband’s favour as he feeds you the thick cum. Globs of it, again and again, swiping up from your pussy before he brings his finger to your lips and allows you to suckle it off him. And it’s all you can do in your weakened, post-fucked state, suckle his fingers like a baby as your daddy feeds you his cum.

“Th-Thank you, daddy.��� You murmur weakly, not forgetting your manners as Ari smiles down at you smugly. Finally tearing his gaze away from your body, he lies down next to you and gathers you into his arms for a cuddle. Kissing the top of your head and all over your face as he holds you close to him, till you can feel his heartbeat in sync with your own.

“You’re welcome, baby. I love you so much.” Ari answers, looking like the happiest man in the world. And it’s such a powerful feeling, knowing it’s you who has made him feel this way.

“Love you too, daddy.” You say tiredly, cuddling close and burying your face into his hairy chest as you breathe in his intoxicating post-sex musk. “Can’t wait to give you more babies. Can’t wait for our boys to come. I’ll be the best mommy to your babies, I promise.”

Ari chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. His hand goes down to cup your belly, and he squeezes you so close to him, you feel you might suffocate. But in the best way.

“I know you will, baby. I know you’ll take care of my children, but right now I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

He runs you a strawberry scented bubble bath, carrying you to the bathroom and getting into the tub with you. Gently scrubbing you clean and massaging your sore muscles and sensitive skin while you lie on top of him in the bath, content and barely conscious from the incredible session of fucking you’ve just received. Smiling faintly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising you the world and more, his words painting the perfect life which lays in store for you in the future, as well as the perfect life you’re currently living now – all because of him.

THE END! This is my ultimate fantasy and i have no clue why i never wrote it before now! pLEASE PELASE let me know what you think! thank you very very much! love you all!

[zombiec]

Crush | Toji Fushiguro

(Reader Gender not specified but reader has male genitalia)

(Sukuna and itadori are twins) (Megumi, Sukuna, and itadori are in kindergarten)

Synopsis ☆: You may have a small crush on your sons friends dad and he may have a crush on you back

Warnings: Breeding kink, choking , degradation , ass eating , nipple play (a little bit)

“Sukuna please get off that!!!” ”no!” You sighed. You haven’t even stepped inside the class yet and one of your kids was already causing problems. Atleast you know your other demon child wasn’t acting out. “Yuuji don’t climb up there too. I just told your brother to get down ” you dead panned. They’re both trouble makers. It was pick up time at their kindergarten and you were honestly kind of early. You love your sons with all your heart but they’re so much trouble, especially when put together. You told the school to put them in different classes but they didn’t listen. Whose fault is that? Not yours, you warned them.

You felt bad for their teacher though. Ms.Russell, She was really sweet. She has long, black, wavy hair and is chubby. She’s also really short, like 5’4. You honestly find her really adorable. On teacher appreciation day and holidays you always bring her gift cards because you feel bad she got stuck with your kids.

You walked inside the class filled with little children running around. You spotted the twins, standing on top of a book shelf that’s atleast 4 feet tall. ‘Oh my fucking god.’ You see Ms.Russel infront of sukuna and yuuji looking worried, and trying to coax them into coming down. Sukuna is just laughing in her face, while you saw yuuji jump down from the shelf and run off to his friend. You let out a huff and walk towards them. “Sukuna” he flinches at the stern tone in your voice. He immediately stops laughing at the teacher and jumps off the shelf. Ms.Russel looks at you and sighs in relief.

“Oh Mr.itadori! I’m so glad you’re here, he just wouldn’t listen to me today” you smiled at her relief but then frowned after realizing Sukuna was causing her trouble all day “Hi Ms.Russell, I’m sorry about him I’m sure he would like to apologize” you said nudging Sukuna who was standing beside you looking at the floor with a frown, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m sorry Ms Russell,this will not happen again ” he reluctantly said. He’s had to apologize so many times he knows exactly what to say. “Now go get your things so we can leave” Sukuna walked away with a little frown on his face. He knows once you 3 get home that he’s gonna be in trouble.

“DADDYYYY” you heard your other hard headed child yell running towards you. He jumped and you caught him. Yuuji giggled and you laughed poking his nose. You looked to Ms.Russell and asked “was this one good today?” Yuuji took a little offense to that. “Hey! I’m always good” you looked at him with a ‘are you serious’ look. He just hugged you to hide his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

“Yes he was good today, I didn’t have to tell him multiple times to listen like usual” you silently cheered. “Good job yuuji” he giggled and signaled for you to put him down. You put him down and he went to get his things. Ms.Russel walked away from you seeing other parents start to enter. Both Sukuna and yuuji come over with their things on. “You ready to go boys” you said ready to dip. “Wait can we stay till megumis dad comes” yuuji yelled out. You don’t know why he’s always so loud but oh well. “Pleaseeeee” both twins said in unison. You looked at them with your eyebrow raised ‘Did they plan that?’ “Fine” you said and sat in one of the really short chairs that were for kindergarteners. Sukuna and yuuji dropped their bags off by your leg and went to play with megumi.

You knew megumi and his father. They literally live right across from you. You can’t even lie you think his dad is so sexy. He’s got muscular arms but a slim waist, his thighs look so thick and soft you just want him to lock them around your head and never let go. His hooded eyes that look almost seductive, and that scar on his lip made him look alluring. How could you even forget about his big fat titties. The way they bulge through his shirts, you just be wanting to rip his shirt off and take him whenever you see him.

Pulling you out of your thoughts about the spikey haired boys father Sukuna, Megumi, and Yuuji came over. “Daddy can we have a sleepover with Megumi?” Sukuna asked you. “You can’t you two are going to uncle Gojos house this weekend” “aw man I forgot about that” yuuji said and walked away sadly with megumi and a sulking Sukuna.

You heard the door open and looked towards it. In walked the one and only Toji fushiguro. You almost started drooling. He was wearing a blue, black, and white windbreaker jacket with grey sweat shorts. His sexy tan muscular legs on display. You watched him walk towards megumi and talk to him. The way his lips moved was so attractive his plump pink lips, they look so juicy and cute you just wanted to kiss him breathless. You were so mesmerized you didn’t even realize he was walking towards you.

“You just gonna keep staring?” He had a slight smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off. You stood up “what’s gonna happen if I don’t” he chuckled. “I’d say you have a little crush on me” his gorgeous eyes held a playful and teasing gaze, you were hypnotized “he does” you both jumped a little and looked to your left. Your son yuuji was standing there staring up at you and Toji with an innocent look.”he does have a crush on you” Your kids knew you liked Toji. They seen the way you looked at him when he’s doing yard work or doing literally anything. You weren’t embarrassed at all. You’ve been meaning to ask out Toji but your schedule got in the way.

“Really?” Toji asked yuuji who nodded. “Yea he said you’re really handsome especially while doing yard work” alright now he was embarrassing you. You nervously chuckled and told yuuji to go stand by the door with Sukuna and megumi. Toji looked at you and grinned “so you have a crush on me?” You stepped a little closer towards him “I guess you could say that.” Before anything else could be said you were yelled at “DADDY LETS GO” you smirked looking at Toji your gaze lingering on him until you reached your children. “Sukuna and yuuji let’s go” you 3 walked out to your car.

The Next day after that was Saturday and your kids were at their uncle Gojos house. You missed your babies because now you have nothing to do. Suddenly the bell rang. You stood up from your comfortable spot on the couch and walked to the door. Opening it you were surprised to see Toji there. “Oh! What’re you doing here” “Megumi is with his mother” you didn’t understand where he was going with this till he pushed you inside your house and closed the door behind you. “What’re you doi-“ “shut up” Toji said as he pulled you by your shirt and kissed you.

You immediately kissed him back and pushed him up against the door. Toji groaned and pulled you closer by the back of your neck. You pick him up and brought him to the couch. You sat on the couch while you placed Toji on your lap . You groaned and pressed his ass on your buldge. He moaned and rubbed his ass on it “I want it” you smirked and wrapped your hand around his throat “beg for it ” you put light pressure on the hand that was wrapped around tojis neck and you felt his breath hitch

“Please~ please I need it so bad” you flipped Toji on the couch and spread his legs open. You kissed down his neck and left hickies on his skin. When you sat back up and looked down at him you were mesmerized. His eyes looked dazed and his lips were pink and puffy from the kiss. His neck littered with purple hickies and his legs wide open. You pulled your shirt off and slipped off your shorts. You then leaned down to Toji and nudged at his shirt “this is in the way” you said then ripped off his white wife beater. Toji gasped and lightly hit your arm “why’d you do that i could’ve just taken it off.” You shrugged and said “too much work” before Toji could respond he got cut off with a high pitch moan when you licked at one of his nipples. “Ah~ s-stop” you ignored his words and grabbed at his other titty to flick and pinch at his pink puffy nipple.

You moved to his other nipple to do the same and his back arched into you. You kissed down to his waist line and pulled down his sweatpants. He was NOT wearing any underwear. You chuckled and slapped his thigh. “You really came over here with no underwear on? You wanted it that bad?” “S-shut up.” You took his pants all the way off and spread his legs wide open to see his pink hole.

You leaned down to his hole and stuck your tongue inside. “Ah~ w-what’re you doing sto~” he tried to push your head away but you slapped his hand away and gripped his thighs. Pulling him closer so your tongue can hit deeper into his ass. You wriggled your tongue around in his hole and he squeezed his thighs around your head. You felt a bump which you believed was his prostate by the way he immediately snapped his legs shut around your head and squealed. “FUCK RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE PLEASE~” he was grinding back on your tongue and you started eating him out more aggressively.

You could tell he was about to cum by the way his body started to shake. “Fuck k-keep going I-I’m going to cum” his head snapped back but right before he could cum you pulled away. “No no no no What’re you doing please….” He begged he looked so fucked out and he hadn’t even had your dick burried in him yet.

You ignored his pleas and turned him around so he’s on his hands and knees on the couch. “What’re you-“ you slapped his ass so he could shut up. He let out a loud moan at the action. You smirked “you liked that slut?” He let out a little whimper and you grabbed him by his hair. You spread his ass cheeks open and guided your dick in his hole. He moaned so loud. “I only put the tip in and you’re already moaning like a little bitch” tojis eyes widened. What do you mean you only put the tip in? He already felt like you were stretching him so much. You pushed the rest of yourself in him and he felt himself start tearing up. Your dick is so big and is stretching him so wide.

You didn’t move for a few to let Toji adjust to your size. You didn’t think you were that big you were like 7 or 8 inches, it was slightly thick and you were circumcised. You were pretty confident in your dick size. Pulling you out of your thoughts you felt Toji move back a little on your dick signaling for you to start. You moved your hand from his hair and wrapped it around his neck once again. You started to fuck into him causing him to arch his back and push back into you.

“F-Fuck Toji your hole is so tight” you’ve had enough. You get up and grab him by his hips fucking into him. Toji is loving this by the way he moans and practically screams. He just loves how your big cock is destroying his ass he needs you to breed him. He wants to bear your children. He knows he can’t get pregnant but he can’t help but imagine having your kids in addition to the kids you both have now. He’s close to cumming and he’s going to get you to cum inside him. “SHIT IM GONNA CUM IM GONNA CUM” you pull him up still having your hand wrapped around his neck, gripping hard enough he can hardly breathe but he’s loving it.

“Me too, Come on baby cum for me” you bring your hand down to his dick and stroke if in a fast pace. Driving Toji insane he tries to move your hand away because he’s feeling too overstimulated “I-I can’t stop~” you slap his hand away “don’t move my hand you can take it” you used his pre cum to spread it around his head and use it as a type of lube. You rubbed up and down his dick and you could tell by the way he was twitching he was about to cum “come on baby let’s cum together” “yes yes cum in me fill me up” ‘Jesus Christ he was such a whore for your cock’ “you want me to fill this hole and give you my kids” “FUCK YESSSSSS~” you both came simultaneously. You filled him up to the brim a little slipped out.

Toji fell on the couch and was breathing heavily. “You okay?” You said kind of worried. “I’m great.” He said smiling a little “Come on let’s wash you up.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

This is my first time posting I hope y’all enjoyed >.<

I had to re edit bc apparently a whole 2 paragraphs got deleted 😭😭but you guys still ate it up

@xozombiee

[abigailxli]

bed chem-carlos alcaraz

author: reupload for @yungbludz and everyone else who wanted it back-yea it sucks but i literally had to write about him with this song

summary: your guy bestfriend relates to lyrics a little bit too well..

warnings: none?? (idrk abt warnings so let me know)

“who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?”

carlos looks at me surprised as he hears my speaker. i’ve been a huge fan of sabrina carpenter for the longest time, and carlos isn’t surprised by me staying up until 1 listening to her new album. we both are best friends since we were younger and not because we don’t have the money, but he recommended to share a hotel room in no other than the city of New York.

“sounds like she’s singing about me”

i laugh, eyes not leaving my phone as i look as the lyrics.

“how many songs do you have left”

carlos sighs, not getting his sleep for his round 1 match tomorrow for the us open by me blasting sabrina’s music from my speaker. i finally look up at him, eyes meeting his dark brown eyes.

“it’s gonna be a long night, carlitos.”

carlos sighs again, he’s tucked in bed wearing a white tank top that shows his muscular arms, shining like he oils them everyday. my gaze lingers on his shoulders for a bit longer than needed. my cheeks flush as i turn back to my phone scrolling through the lyrics.

“you do know if you keep this up the entire night i’m probably gonna lose.”

his eyes stay on his phone, looking through social and the predictions for his upcoming match. i sit up on my bed, looking at him as the album continues to play.

“your fine, don’t be so dramatic,” i say rolling my eyes as carlos lets out a chuckle at my words.

“oh, so i’m the one being dramatic?” his eyes leave his phone as he looks at me from his bed. we lock gaze for a few seconds until i look down, embarrassed by how cute he is. is he usually this cute? i’ve never had a crush on him for all these years, and he sees my cheeks turn bright red.

he smirks to himself enjoying you being embarrassed.

“Y/N you didn’t respond no?” he still has a smirk on his face as i look back at him as my face has finally turned into a tomato.

“cállate,” i mutter

the album comes to the end, and i finally turn off my phone and the speaker.

“finally”

i look at the time and notice how it’s already 2am. i look back at carlos, him yawning and putting his phone on the table beside the bed. he gets up from his bed, his muscular legs being complimented by the black short shorts as he leaves to go into the bathroom. i get my suitcase with my skincare and start using it with my little mirror that i brought from home.

carlos comes back from the bathroom without his tank top he was just wearing and i notice from my mirror. he leans against the wall, watching me put on my skincare for the night.

“how much shit do you put on your face?”

i scoff, turning around and immediately staring straight his bare chest. i stutter, the words not coming out of my mouth as my eyes cannot leave his chest. he notices me once again and walks toward the small wooden desk with all of my skincare all over it.

“listen y/n, i know how you look at me and we both know what you want.”

i look up at him, quickly looking down at the desk but he gently grabs my chin to force me to look at him.

“Los dos sabemos lo que quieres.” he says again and i swallow hard. why is he making this so difficult?

“just like sabrina said, “but i’d bet we’d have really good bed chem.”

[a-killer-obsession]

Doctor's Orders [Law x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Your skull-splitting headache has you coming to the ship's doctor for help, and he is happy to treat you. 

CW: sexual roleplay, doctor/patient, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, afab reader

WC: 1634

Masterlist || AO3

You flopped down onto the couch in Law's office, pinching the bridge of your nose and groaning. You had an awful headache, and pain killers just weren't cutting it. 

“I think I need a doctor,” you muttered. 

“Headache?” he asked, only glancing up from his book long enough to see the way you were holding your head. 

“Mmm”

“Have you drunk any water today?” 

“ Have you drunk any water today? ” you repeated in a mocking tone, “thanks for the groundbreaking medical info, mister surgeon of death, yes I've drunk water.” 

He grunted at you, a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He put down his book and walked to the couch, leaning slightly to put the back of his hand on your forehead.

“No fever at least,” he said, “is everything else okay? No nausea or anything?” 

“Nah just this absolutely skull-splintering headache,” you said rubbing your head, “it's like someone is crushing my head” 

“Any other pain?” he asked, he had a theory but he needed a little more evidence, “maybe in your neck or shoulders?” 

“Mmm, I guess they are a bit tender”

“Hmm, sounds like a tension headache,” he said, reaching for your shoulder and massaging it, “your shoulders feel pretty tight, does this feel like it's helping?”

“Mmm..” you were a little surprised at how casually he was touching you, it's all just practical though , you sighed to yourself. Maybe you could take advantage of this situation though. “Yeah I think it's maybe helping, maybe if it was both shoulders?” 

He definitely didn't realize he was falling into your trap as you lent forward so he could sit on the arm of the couch behind you and rub both shoulders at once. His mind was very much in doctor mode. You gave a little satisfied coo as he used his strong, tattooed hands to knead your shoulders. 

“You're probably just really in need of some stress relief,” he said, “your muscles feel pretty wound up right now.” 

“Yeah well that's what happens when the ship hasn't landed on an island with decent men in two months.”

He was quiet and his hands stopped moving, you bit your lip. Whoops, too much info maybe.

“Do you… do you want help with that?” he asked hesitantly, “I mean… it would help with the headache”

In truth, he was experiencing a dry spell of his own, and could definitely do with some stress relief. You were a little shocked that he would be so forward. You didn't even think he thought of you that way, frankly you'd given up any hope of getting your hands on his muscular body. 

“What are you saying, doctor?” you teased, turning around and kneeling on the couch, putting your face very close to his. “Is that your professional opinion? I would be silly to refuse your well honed medical advice.” 

He smirked, the doctor's brain was shut off now, and he finally realized you were definitely flirting with him. The way you were positioned he could see right down your shirt as it hung from you, and your tits were on full display for him. He took no shame in letting you watch as his eyes hovered over them. 

“Yes, definitely,” he said, moving towards you with a gentle hand on your tummy so you would fall back against the couch, as he slid himself between your legs, “tension headaches are no laughing matter, I'm going to have to treat you right away” 

“Of course doctor,” you said coyly, spreading your legs so he could hover over you, his face now inches from yours. 

You didn't get a chance to say anything else before his lips came crashing down against yours with a fiery kiss, his tongue taking no time before slipping between your lips to fight against yours. You moaned into his mouth and he grinded his quickly forming erection against you, and he grabbed your thigh and held it tight as you wrapped one leg around him. 

He finally pulled away, panting as he pulled you upright. “I'm going to need to do a full physical exam,” he growled, “take off your clothes, now” 

You grinned at how bossy he was being, it made arousal pool between your legs, and you didn't hesitate to stand and start removing your clothes. You stood in front of him, taking off each piece one by one, slowly teasing him as he sat back on the couch. He sat with his legs wide, his arms reaching out along the top of the couch. His pants sported a clear bulge as he watched you undress with hungry eyes. When you finally removed your panties he lifted one hand, and beckoned with one finger for you to come closer. 

He pulled your naked body in to straddle his lap and twisted his fingers through your hair, tilting your head slightly to expose your neck to him as his other hand held the small of your back. He nipped and sucked at it, leaving possessive marks behind as you rolled your hips against him. You felt no shame knowing the marks would probably stick, you would wear them with pride. You leaned back to give him space as his mouth trailed downwards. 

“So important to get regular exams,” he said, muffled against your breast as he took one in his hand, and the other in his mouth. Your hips jutted against him as he fondled you and played with your nipples. 

“Of course doctor,” you said between soft moans. 

After making sure both breasts had been thoroughly ‘examined’ by both his hand and mouth, he grabbed your waist and laid you back against the couch, pulling your legs up so one hooked over the couch, and the other he held up by your thigh. Your wet cunt was now fully on display for him. 

“I'm going to need to examine you here too,” he said, dipping his head between your legs and licking a fat swipe of your cunt. You whined as his mouth found your clit, rubbing circles with his talented tongue and tugging at it. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your pussy, “you taste so fucking good” 

He grunted as he ate you out, one of your hands threading through his hair while the other held on to the couch. 

He slipped a finger inside you under his chin, followed quickly by a second. “Internal exam,” he said coyly between licks, “gotta be thorough” 

Your hold on his hair tightened as he finger fucked you, and he looked up at you with a grin as he felt you tighten around his fingers. You came hard, keeping eye contact with him, your body shaking and your arousal soaking into the couch cushion. He pulled his fingers out and gave one last stripe with his tongue before standing up. 

You watched, breathing hard, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. Then with bated breath you watched as he slid his shoes off and as he unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal his thick erection. Precum split from the almost purple tip, the skin on the length slightly darker than the skin on the rest of his body. He walked over to his desk and pulled a box of condoms from the drawer, unwrapping one and sliding it on to his cock. 

“You keep condoms in here?” you asked quizzically as you watched him. 

“Of course I do,” he said as he walked back to you, “I'm a doctor, I've got like 20 boxes in there, I'm not about to let my crew knock each other up” 

You didn't question it any further as he removed his pants fully and settled himself back between your legs. “I'm not sure the internal exam was thorough enough,” he smirked, his lips brushing against your ear as he laid over you, the head of his cock pressing against your wet, needy entrance. “I'm going to have to use a different instrument” he said, as he slid inside you. 

He grunted as he bottomed out and your legs wrapped around him. He took no time in fucking you hard, he'd already made sure to give you your release, now he was hunting for his own. Your moans were loud, you didn't care who might walk past and hear, his marks were going to be left on you anyway. 

“Good girl,” he growled in your ear as he rut in to you, “such an obedient patient, so tight and wet for me” 

 You came hard again at his praises, squeezing your legs tight around him. A few more heavy thrusts and he hit his own climax, stilling and growling as he emptied himself. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he laid back down on you. 

You relaxed your legs, letting one flop off the side of the couch, as he caught his breath against you. You both stayed like that for a minute, and he pulled out before he grew too soft. 

Once he caught his breath he stood up, disposing of the condom and cleaning himself off, before returning to the couch and sitting in a similar position to when he had been watching you undress. You laid back, shuffling your ass towards him so your head could rest against the arm of the couch, and resting your legs on his lap. 

“How's your head feeling?” he asked, idly stroking your leg. 

“Fuck, its actually better,” you said, rubbing your head where the pain had previously been, “damn you're a good doctor” 

“Let me know if you need a repeat on that treatment,” he laughed, resting his head against the back of the couch. 

“Oh, I will absolutely not hesitate to let you know,” you teased, raising one leg and rubbing his thigh with your foot. 

[adaelines]

We have best friends dad ghost..but wat about dad best friend ghost and plus he has curroption kink 👀 ghost and y/n's dad knew each other from their rookie years except y/n's dad had to quit military for some reasons..few years later ghost met his old buddy again and then he saw her. A young woman whose in her 20s who was ghost's best friends daughter..

Y/n fell for ghost.and ghost fell for her too..whenever ghost would visit their house..y/n will tease him brush her hand accidently on his muscular arm show her charms and pretend dat she isnt totally flirting with ghost ..he would even go so feral to the point when he found out dat y/n never had a bf before and is a virgin too..ghost wants to curropt her so bad

:( and show how a real man treats theirs pretty ladies much better than a boy would

yes!! I've posted about dbf ghost before it's one of my favourite tropes it's SO good!!!

he's had a crush on you ever since you met, when you were around 19, and never wanted to act on it because he just cares for you so much, would never want you to think he's a creep or anything like that

little does he know you want him so so bad, you do everything you can to flirt with him and tease him, bring boys home that don't treat you as he thinks you deserve, always wearing outfits that show a bit too much skin...

when your bf breaks up with you (not that you Really care, you just wanted to make ghost jealous) you run into his arms, pretending to be really upset :( he comforts and holds you, and when you start talking about how you worry you aren't good enough, he's more than happy to reassure you how incredible you are

this ends up with his head between your legs for hours, making you feel good like you deserve

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 1 <3

Oikawa & Titfucking

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,2 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"C'mon, you need to try a bit harder, beautiful," he taunts you, his voice sweet like honey, like a soft caress on your skin.

"Can I please touch you? Please, Tooru, I need you," you try to coerce him into giving into you, but he still smiles at you pitifully, not showing the slightest attempt to let your wrists go. "I don't think that was convincing enough. Maybe I just need to make you wait a little longer."

A hiccup gets stuck in your throat and you wiggle in the tight grip of his hand while his teeth graze against the shell of your ear. "How about this? You get to touch me, and I get to fuck these pretty tits of yours? Does that sound good?" His free hand gently traces the outline of your exposed chest, and a shiver runs down your spine at the small action. Your back arches, your chest pressing tightly against his bare one, and you nod frantically, hoping to ease him into giving you more- and he finally releases your wrists, his hands softly caressing your cheek and your arms before he moves both hands down to your exposed chest. You gasp when his thumb caresses your nipples, the bubs hardening under his skillful fingers, his touch soft, yet with just the right amount of pressure to have airy breaths escape your lips.

"You can touch me wherever you want, pretty girl." The kind smile never leaves his face as he cups your tits and presses them together, making sure to "accidentally" brush his fingers over your nipples a few times again, his eyes taking in every single one of your reactions, reveling in the way your breath stocks for a second. "Sensitive here, beautiful?" At this point you think it's impossible for Oikawa to address you without a sweet nickname, and all of them seem to directly reach to your core and make your heart flutter even more.

His adjusts his position, making sure that his weight is not crushing you, but still pinning you to the bed before he finally lines up his cock at your tits. You let your now freed hands wander to his thighs, that seem even more muscular and defined ever since the Argentinian sun has shown its effect on him. The lean muscles tense under your fingers, and your breath stocks for a second when he suddenly spits down on one hand and languidly strokes his cock, right in front of your face, coating your chest with a bit of his saliva too.

You roam your hands to his abdomen, feeling him flexing at your touch, a deep breath leaving his lips, as he visibly gulps and focuses on your face while he strokes his cock. "Please, Tooru- fuck my tits, and then fuck me, please-" you whine, your hands wandering to his chest and feeling his heart pounding under your fingertips. You pause when he suddenly releases his cock, his expression changing from relaxed and understanding to determined and greedy for the first time, and he abruptly catches your wrists on his chest to bring them down to your tits. You get the hint and cup them, and he nods approvingly at the lewd sight of you, bare under him, your hands cupping your tits and your thighs clenching together, your needy and desperate expression making his breath stock for a second. He caresses your cheek gently one last time before he presses his cock against your tits, that are now dripping and glistening with his spit, one of his hands guiding the tip between them.

A low "fuuuuck" leaves his lips as he starts to buck his hips and fuck your tits, the tip of his cock hitting you chin every now and then when he thrusts his hips extra hard. Groans and whimpers leave his lips as he starts to pick up his pace, and the sounds turn you on even further, his desperate groans making the wetness pool between your legs. His eyes constantly move between your face and the way his cock moves between your tits, eager to see all of your reactions, and you blush feverishly under his intense gaze. You press your tits even further together and loll out your tongue, trying to get a taste of him whenever he thrusts hard enough, and his jaw drops at the sight- the sight of his beautiful wife begging for more. "More Tooru, use me, please-" his pace gets even faster at your words, his hips now feverishly bucking against your body as he chases his high, both of you knowing that he will finish soon. One of his hands comes to rest on your shoulder, while the other grasps the sheets, the muscles on his arms straining from the pressure, and the desperation is clear in his eyes as he fucks you with no restrain. The sheer force has your toes curing and your body aching for more- more of him. "Fuck- just like that- I'll-" broken words escape his lips, his teeth digging into his lower lip while you moan his name and lick the tip of his cock whenever you get the chance to, drool now coating your chin and dripping down to your neck. The sound of his cock fucking your wet tits is lewd enough to bring even heat to your cheeks, and you squirm under him, your walls clenching at the thought of him fucking you like this next.

You feel him tense and see how his muscles pop out when he finally cums, coating your chin and your chest in white, the feeling of it so lewd and so dirty, yet so forbidden good. You can see how he turns even more feral at the sight, his hips bucking one last time, his balls loudly smacking against the fat of your tits before his body loses all tension. He takes a few deep breaths, his brown eyes fixed on the mess he made on your chest, barely able to look away from it. "Fuck, you look so hot like that, love." His eyes roam to your face and you suppress the urge to turn away- because the intensity of his stare makes shivers run down your spine. He notices the shift in your face and he is quick to bring his hand to your chin to turn your face to him and to lean down to connect your lips with his. "I love you. You're my everything." The soft caress of his lips makes you almost explode from love but also from the aching need between your legs that he still needs to tend to. You're pretty sure that he notices the way you rub your legs together, at this point begging for any friction to ease to your needs- and Oikawa knows exactly what you need.

A mischievous smile sports his lips when he pulls back, and his thumb collects some of his cum on your chin and brings it to your mouth, forcing your tongue down and making you swallow the liquid.

"C'mon now, pretty girl. Show me how ready you are for me. Spread those legs for me, and I'll make you feel really good."

[dmagedgoods]

„I can feel your desire. Tell me about it. Tell me what it is, little mouse.” “Hold your tongue, demon, or I’ll cut it out.” The smirk on the creature’s face widened. “Because this adorable pet name is his privilege?” “It’s neither his nor yours.” “And still, you’re yearning. You’re yearning so fiercely, so deliciously, I could feed on your longing alone. But what fun would that be? I can give you what you need, tell me about it. Let me taste it.” Cian tensed. The only reason he had not killed this impertinent demon yet was his respect for Raphael. And … certain advantages they brought as a toy. “You think I’m going to trust you? – You of all creatures?” “My lips will be sealed.” Haarlep opened their arms in a winning gesture, wings spread behind them. “I promise.” Cian snorted. And yet … It was tempting. He could only guess how clearly they already understood his desire just by sensing it. But even if they should break their empty promise and speak of it, Haarlep’s words would sound like a teasing attempt to mock him – like anything out of the demon’s mouth –, not like a truth they knew to share. “His form,” Cian ordered coldly. Haarlep cocked their head, amusement playing in their burning eyes. “I’m already wearing it.” “Not the pathetic version he considers an improvement out of some kind of sad inferiority complex. His actual form.” Something darker appeared in the demon’s gaze – like they had found a hidden treat they enjoyed chewing and swallowing a bit too much for his liking. Then their body transformed, their features became sharper, more classic, signs of aging gave them their typical suave and sophisticated charm. Their body changed to a less defined version, still tall and muscular, but softer whereas the former version had been nothing but boring hard smoothness. Cian hummed. “Better.” “My my, someone has a little crush. – A dangerous one, no less.” They even imitated his way of speaking now. Cian hated the pleasurable shiver it caused. The demon reached out for him and cupped his cheek and he felt himself leaning into the gentle touch. “Come.”

Cian tried to compose himself but followed them to the bed. A heartbeat later he found himself pulled close, enwrapped by strong arms and giant wings, covered by the heat of their body, captured underneath their weight, and deprived of any will to free himself to turn the tables and bring himself on top. Haarlep kissed him the way Raphael would, with the same demanding harshness until … Cian quietly sighed against those sinful lips when their touch softened. The sudden tenderness was disarming. A clawed hand undid the laces of his shirt with practiced ease to slip underneath the fabric and pull it aside. He was stroked and explored with undisguised admiration. Feverish arousal spread down his chest and peaked in his groin. “You are irresistible, my dear.” Cian pressed against the offered thigh between his legs. And a hint of smug satisfaction flashed in Raphael’s eyes. Not … not Raphael, he reminded himself. It was so easy to forget now. His infernal lover kissed along his neck, his ... their sharp teeth scraped the delicate skin and burning pleasure flooded his veins. “You want to be mine, don’t you? To give me all of you, little mouse.” His mouth found his ear; hot breath tickled his skin. “And you will be. A jewel at my side.” His cock throbbed against his leg as an answer to those words. Following his desire, he buried his hand in his soft hair, pulling him into another firm, intoxicating kiss. “I don’t think I gave you permission to borrow my toys,” the same voice that had whispered into his ear only moments ago now came from the door – not sensual but with the sharp edge of something threatening – and brought him back into reality. Cold panic bloomed in him and he stiffened. How much had he heard? Haarlep let go of him immediately and turned around with a smooth movement, the insufferable grin back on their lips. “Master!” Raphael frowned while he looked at them for a long moment, a hint of surprise clear on his features, probably realizing the differences in Haarlep's appearance while Cian’s heart pounded harshly in his chest. Finally, the devil’s eyes found his. He swallowed. “Now, if anyone would be so gracious as to explain to me what exactly is happening here.”

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.24

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

As I watch them fight, a sudden rumble runs through me as I hear the training rods colliding, almost like metal clashing against metal. I get excited, although I'm not sure why that is. Maybe they're reinforced, but for training? Far too many injuries occur as a result of such ill-considered training sessions. While wood hurts a little, metal can ruin a soldier's entire career, and specialists are soldiers, so why would they possibly sacrifice them like that?

I half-heartedly want to go over to the older guy, muscular, with big arms and medium-length hair parted in the middle; he looks a bit like a player. Fine stubble adorns his face; he has a well-groomed but rough appearance. A crooked grin is on his lips as he tells his students how they should train.

But as I get closer to him, his eyes catch me. I want to sink into the ground, but before I can do anything, he's already coming towards me, forcing me to interact, so I do the same, and we quickly meet. He holds his hand out, and I take it without thinking, only to feel immense pressure. For a moment, I don't understand what's happening—until I look at our hands and see mine helplessly crushed by his. Annoyed, I channel my fairy magic into my right hand and strengthen it with a spell. "Body of stone," I mutter quietly. Immediately, I give him back what he had given me before. He apologizes with an embarrassed smile and pulls his hand back. Before he can see my little trick, however, I pull my magic out of my hand, making it look normal again.

I don't like this guy. He's loud and obnoxious, two things I can't stand, apart from the fact that he calls perfectly average and good-looking guys "girls," which makes me even angrier. Guys don't need that crap; most of them already have shattered self-esteem.

Even though I know that he doesn't mean it in a directly derogatory way, it still makes me angry for him to tell them that they don't have the form to become soldiers. After all, only one in a hundred million girls and women can become fighting soldiers, and that's why this seems particularly degrading to me.

When his specialists fight against the fairies, he realizes that being a soldier is not the only option, even if they have great power.

"I'd rather not. I'm not fully there yet; I've only woken up and desperately need some fresh air."

“Then there’s nothing better than a mock fight!” He laughs unbearably loudly again. Only this time he also slaps me on the back with his big hand.

Everything goes black for a moment as a wave of pain shoots through my body. When I can see again, however, I am above the tall man, now lying on his back, holding his head up by his shirt. A little blood flows from the corner of his mouth and from his neck, where a sword made of stone, sharper than any metal I have ever seen, cuts lightly into his skin.

I feel a strange anger boiling over, and my face is twisting with rage. But even though I sense it, I can't understand why it's there. I only remember the pain. But I can't push it away or let go of the big man.

"How about next time you challenge someone who's your own size?" I ask him in a furious, mocking tone. Even though I know deep down that I felt this way and needed to say it, I'm desperately trying to figure out where this anger comes from.

But the more time passes, the less I understand my anger. Just as I accept it, I feel myself regaining control. Suddenly, I sense my features relaxing a little, just enough to make me appear weak.

I feel the man beneath me shift, and I reflexively bend backward, just in time for his leg to sweep over me. As he turns, he tries to grab my arm, which he succeeds in doing, and the next moment he grabs my sword, which disappears into thin air. But he doesn't let that stop him. With his next move, he spins me around and hurls me to the ground. With my arm still in his tight grip, I can only half-roll out of the way. But with his strength, I get back on my feet, kick him in the side with my knee, slam my head into his, and finally put my free hand on the back of his neck, sending him tumbling to the ground. I hear a sickening crack, but I don't feel satisfied yet.

"Thousand swords!" I roar. Hundreds and hundreds of swords appear from the ground and in the sky. I can see the fear in the teacher's eyes glistening like stars as the summoned thousands of swords come dangerously close to him. "Next time, think twice before you get aggressive towards me," I whisper in his ear, only to raise my hand and close it firmly. Suddenly, all the swords disappear. Although the fear in the man's eyes has disappeared, it hasn't really helped get his ego back.

I stomp him into the ground and kick him in the side one last time as I stand up. But when I turn around, I see many shocked faces, which I completely ignore. What could I have said to them? Instead, I wander deep into the forest. Hidden between the trees, I can finally drop my mask. Almost immediately, I fall against a tree as my breath catches in my throat, and breathing becomes difficult. My heart is pounding so hard that it makes my whole body shake. What just happened to me? Where does this unimaginable anger come from? I have no idea and no one to ask my questions to, so how can I calm down?

I slide down the tree until my legs are almost at a 90-degree angle, hoping that it will help me somehow. But it is actually the gentle songs of the forest that help me. Especially the song of the few songbirds in the area, and among them in particular the black Barabella songbirds, so called because they sing the Barabella song, a famous song from my home world about love. And a species of bird that becomes aggressive if you don't pet it, if it flies close to you, or if it lands directly on your arms, has, contrary to what its behavior suggests, a relatively gentle song.

There are about a dozen songs that blend into a gentle symphony. It's so calming that it only takes a few minutes for my heart to calm down, and the rising panic is slowly disappearing.

As soon as I can breathe freely again, I head deeper into the forest. I'm glad the wall is so high because it's impossible to miss.

Before I got to the specialists, I wanted to take a side path to the wall, but after the argument with the teacher, I decided to take the path through the middle of the forest. I was hoping that I wouldn't be disturbed along the way because I believe the specialists have had enough of me. But, of course, nothing goes as planned.

The closer I get to the wall, the more astonished I am because of its height and sheer beauty. That I really have made something like this stuns me. I always imagined the spell got its name from my ancestor being eccentric, but no, this wall is beautifully made, and worse, it must have been built before. I don't even want to know where this monstrosity has gone.

I touch the wall with my palm and close my eyes. I feel the throbbing of magic in it, like veins through a body, and smile softly. Taking a deep breath, the wall suddenly disappears into the ground—slowly at first, but it gets there quickly. Now that I have more control over my fairy magic, I don't have to pull rocks out of the ground like I used to. Until getting the other cores out, I thought that was how fairy magic worked, but now I realize it doesn't have to be that way, only when there isn't enough magic. I've never come into a world where there is so little magic that I would need it to change the world itself.

I watch the wall disappear as I play with a summoned stone, letting it float in my hand, fly around, and change its shape. As soon as the wall is gone, I want to turn away to explore the forest and the surrounding area, but I can't take a step because two big eyes are staring at me in horror from the ground. Lying on the floor is a small, plump girl with a beautiful, round face, warm brown eyes, and wavy brown hair tied in a ponytail. She would look gorgeous if she lost a few pounds, but she is pretty enough as it is.

"Can I help you?" I ask this mysterious girl, smiling at her as I go into a squat. Her cheeks flush, surely from embarrassment. "Do you need help getting up, or can you do it yourself?"

Though she hesitates, she closes her eyes. With a warm breath that seems filled with even greater embarrassment, she whispers, "I could use some help," she tells me, her cheeks even redder. "I'm stuck."

I stare at her in confusion, having no idea how she could be stuck, until I look around and, to my great embarrassment, suddenly see that her ponytail is stuck in the ground. I didn't even see it! I have never apologized to anyone so quickly in my life. As fast as I can, I open the floor just enough to help her, pull out her ponytail, and help her back to her feet.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't think anyone would be here considering how far you have to walk to get to the other side of these walls."

She looks away shyly and shows me a broken root. "The plants were crying; I had to help them," she tells me quietly.

“Can you heal them?“

She shakes her head. I see a sad look in her eyes. "I'm not strong enough," she confesses with a heavy sigh. "Many trees have been ripped out of the ground; they're all slowly dying."

It forced me to look around for the first time. And to my horror, she is right. Wherever I look, I see large gaps in the forest: fallen trees, uprooted roots, broken branches, flattened bushes, berries, and vegetables scattered everywhere, and occasionally I can even find a lifeless animal. I didn't notice it at first, but my hand went to my mouth in shock.

I have never had such problems since my home world is almost desolate and only a few settlements outside the capital are inhabited.

I can't let go of it, and I walk almost as if someone else were moving my body towards one of those poor trees that fell victim to my carelessness. As I place my hand on it, I feel a faint magical pulse coursing through the plant, growing weaker by the second.

If I do nothing, these trees will surely die, weakening the entire ecosystem until new trees grow. I can't help but look back at the way I came. Seeing the building in the background, I realize that not only is there this ecosystem here but also this house, built by one of my ancestors with long-forgotten magic; it must have lived off the magic of the land for the last hundreds of years. I couldn't risk the ecosystem collapsing.

"Terraforming!" I have barely uttered these words when the ground beneath me shakes, the once hard ground softens, and from the other side of the tree, a small wave of dirt rises into the air and envelops the tree in its cold embrace. The dirt easily pushes the tree back into place, covers the trunk, and hardens again—not as hard as before, but enough that the tree would not fall over.

Immediately, the magical pulse within the tree increases, but the end of its life seems even closer than before. The trees here can live forever, as they are beacons of magic, which they produce without pause or end. Some even believe that all the dimension's magic is created on this planet, but that is only wishful thinking, as all worlds produce their own magic. But the mere thought of it brought about many positive changes for this planet, which is now revered as a holy place. Even if it all started with a lie, the people responsible and their entire bloodline are long dead—a well-deserved end, in my opinion.

I pour as much of my magical power as possible into the tree, hoping to save it, but since I don't have nature's magic, nothing happens. I must look worried because the girl not far from me asks if she can help.

Focusing my attention on her, I see at a glance that her magic is rather weak; it's barely enough to call her a fairy. But I can still sense something familiar within her. A song, no a humming, that vibrates with another hum within my head. As a child, this humming was much louder; I hadn’t heard it in so many years. Though the hum coming from her is quiet, I can tell what it is from a single note. While she is not the bearer of the song, she must still be part of this bloodline, as only the blood of the ancient Leviathans can hear or omit their part of this song.

"Who are you?" My question seemed to have surprised the girl because she took a trembling step back as if I threatened to kill her entire family. I don't know where this comparison comes from because, to my knowledge, I have never taken anyone's life. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you; I promise I don't bite!"

This seems to calm her down enough to give me a shy smile. But she doesn't just take a step forward; she walks straight towards the tree, but on the other side, which is fine with me.

As she places her hands on the tree, I can feel its pulse drawn to her. Honestly, it hurts to see nature approach another person so easily when I have the ability to literally change worlds. But for now, I should probably just swallow my pride.

I honestly have no idea what she's doing. It almost looks like she's talking to the tree, which isn't impossible but still looks ridiculous. But suddenly, her face twists in pain. Realizing she's lost control due to her low mana, I quickly run around the tree to catch her just in time, supporting her by propping her up against me, taking her hand in mine, and half-clasping them. Since I'm much taller than her, I can see her cheeks blush, giving me a much-needed boost.

I bend my head down and tell her to focus on the magic in the tree and not just mindlessly pour all her magic into it, but to control it too. I hope she listens to me and not to her wildly beating heart.

After a few seconds of nothing happening, I'm already considering giving her more specific instructions when, out of nowhere, I feel the tree's magical lifeline—the last root that connects it to the ground—twitch. Although still alive, it will take a lot of time for the tree to heal, but it will at least give most of the tree enough magic to live on for a while longer.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the worst is over. Carefully, I release our hands and step back, but I make sure she doesn't fall.

While she stands there quietly, hopefully not feeling pressured by me, I look at the rest of the damage, take another deep breath, and use the spell again, only on a larger scale. A wave of dirt sweeps through the forest, pulling trees back into their holes and devouring already-dead bushes to become part of the system again.

“Can I place the healing of the rest of the forest in your hands?” I even lace a slightly teasing undertone into my voice, but it doesn't seem to come across because her mouth is wide open in shock. I chuckle softly at her reaction and shake my head. "Don't worry, I'll help you. Your magic is far too unstable for you to do this alone."

Her shocked expression turns almost instantly back to embarrassment, even though I didn't mean it that way, although I can understand why she might feel hurt.

The sun is already setting, which draws her attention to the time. She looks over to me and nods silently. Just as quietly, we walk back together, past the specialists just now finishing their training in the orange evening sun. We did get a few looks, but I didn't let that deter me. As we approach the building, we part ways without saying another word. I like her, and hopefully we can be friends one day when I have cleared my name.

[Masterlist]

[raph-fangirl]

That Which We Call Beast - chapter iv

Beauty and the Beast fairytale retelling ; original story, fantasy & historical romance, ongoing

main index - includes chapter navigation and story info

——— ⋆ ❖ ː ❛ Puffs of cigar smoke spiraled into the air, like drops of blood or wine seeping into water. Beast inhaled the tobacco and his eyes rolled back. 

        His first ever cigar had smelled just like his father—that nauseating stench. The same scent of rotting animals on the forest floor, and an old, fat man vomiting. But as he grew older, and his father died, the scent of cigars changed. Beast began to like the smell of animals on the forest floor—the smell of sudden and unforeseen opportunity, of blood. And he no longer sensed that old, fat man, but rather, someone young and innovative. Someone like Judas Morgan Chesterton.

        Chesterton twirled a cigar in-between his fingers, one leg crossed over the other, sitting upright in his chair. The man’s neat, trim hair toppled over nicely onto his forehead. It was a slick black color. Beast smelled the pomade. The pomade smelled almost the same as Chesterton’s dark brown suit. But the suit had a whiff of fresh apples on it. The man held a newspaper in his other hand, his eyes scouring over the tall paragraphs. Every now and then, the man brought the cigar to his lips, puffing out small circles of smoke. 

        “What’s the trouble today, Chesterton?” Beast asked, pointing his cigar at the newspaper.

        “Oh, mostly the same old things, Ashworth,” the man replied. He lifted his ocean-blue eyes from the papers and made eye contact with the beast. “There is one new headline, though, that I am particularly interested in. And you might be, too.”

        “Go on with it.”

        “A radical discovery in the science world.” Chesterton crushed his cigar then flipped the paper around, his long, slender finger pointing to a headline in big, black, bold letters:

DARWIN’S ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES CHALLENGES EVERYTHING KNOWN ABOUT THE HISTORY OF LIFE ON EARTH

        “On the Origin of Species? Is that a scientific article?” Beast asked, crushing his cigar and leaning forward. He clasped his paws together. 

        “No. A novel. Published just last November.” Chesterton read some more. His slender, oval-shaped face was focused, and wrinkles rose around his forehead and eyes. “They say that there are many who are skeptical of it, for it challenges not only previous scientific thought—but also religious belief as well.” 

        Beast tilted his head. “Really?” he said. “I must add it to my private collection then. What sort of discoveries has Darwin made?”

        “Well, for one…” Chesterton laughed and cleared his throat. “He states that man descended from apes. Not exactly ‘created’ in the image of God.”

        Beast remained silent. He crossed his large, muscular arms.

        “And you can only imagine how well that is going over with the devout.” Chesterton lifted a brow.

        Slightly smiling at the remark, Beast stood up, pacing toward the window. He folded his paws behind his back as his eyes followed along the trail that trekked from the castle gardens out into the forest. It led to the town, and then from there, one could take a train to London, where all news stemmed from. Where men sat about in rooms, smoking cigars—not unlike him and Chesterton—discussing scientific matters.

        “I wonder what those scientific gentlemen would think of me,” Beast said.

        “Well,” Chesterton’s eyes widened, “let’s just hope they never discover you. Don’t even think about it, Ashworth.”

        “They’d probably lock me in a cage, study me for a little bit, and then put me on display at some zoo. Or—for better or worse, depending on how you see things—they might just shoot me and then dissect my remains.” Beast turned, raising his paw and waving it about. He formed a museum in mid-air. “Soon, my skeletal remains, or my stuffed body, would be on display for all the world to see. They wouldn’t know where to group me when it came to taxonomy.” He chuckled. “Bison? Wolf? Bear? Lion? Ape? Man? A mixture of all of these? They would be so baffled.” Beast thought to himself for a moment and his face lit up. His rich hazel eyes dazzled in the sunlight, like the forest when it had rained and the shrubbery and leaves were all moist—and then the sun broke through the clouds and shone on all of them, accentuating their colors.

        But his grin faded away soon enough. The beast turned about.

        Chesterton made eye contact with him, curled up in his chair, a skeptical, confused look on his face. “I believe you are getting ahead of yourself, Ashworth,” he said slowly. 

        “Nonsense, Chesterton. I know exactly what they would do if they discovered me.” Beast laid his paws on his hips. “They would treat me just as any other beast or freak of nature. No matter how articulate or charming I can be.”

        His eyes widening more, Chesterton looked away. 

        “And that’s why I want to stay here. Alone. Secluded. Here, I am free to go about my business as I please. I can delve into the life of a man if I so desire, but I can also return to my natural ways whenever I want. I have no choice but to do so at night everhow.”

        Chesterton nodded his head. “I only hope it will remain that way, Ashworth. I don’t know what I’d do if you were discovered.” 

        “Ah, you’d go about life as usual. My younger brother would inherit this castle and title, and you’d still reside here with him as your companion. If I died, you’d visit my museum memorial. And if I lived, you’d visit my new abode in the London Zoo.”

        “I don’t appreciate your humor, Ashworth,” the man commented, clenching his jaw. “This is a grave matter, and you know it. Just imagine if Mrs. Kensington had, instead of telling her that you were deformed, told Miss Newall the truth?”

        “Miss Newall be damned, and truth be damned.” Beast walked away from the window, returning to his desk and taking a seat. He lit another cigar. 

        “Well, don’t come crying to me when the London Guard breaks into the castle upon the claims of a wild beast living inside.” The man leaned back in his seat, frowning. He flapped the newspaper and continued reading.

        “Oh, no, Chesterton.” Beast smirked, taking a puff. “When that moment comes, it is you who will be crying for me.”

        As if on command, a harrowing shriek traveled through the cracks in the castle walls, coming from somewhere beyond the master’s quarters. It was the high-pitched wail of a woman.

        “What a dreadful noise,” Beast said, pulling the cigar away from his lips. His wolf-like ears twitched around and around. But his face and composure remained practically the same.

        Chesterton arose, putting the newspaper down in his seat. He raised a finger to his mouth, perturbed. “Do you think it might have been… one of your family members? What if your mother—”

        “No, no, I didn’t recognize the voice,” Beast stated. 

        Chesterton rubbed his chin, then his face lit up. “It must be that young woman who entered the castle today!” he exclaimed. “Miss Bourne.”

        “Well, what the devil could she be wailing about?” said Beast, his cigar bouncing up-and-down in his lips as he spoke.

        The man turned his head slowly toward the beast, a frown upon his lips. He crossed his arms, tapped his foot, and cleared his throat. 

        “What?” Beast reared back, but then a new expression broke across his animalistic features. He laughed, the sound bouncing across the walls of the room. “Ah, yes. I forgot. For a woman, finding out that your prospective partner is not human can be quite an…unnervingrealization.” He took the cigar out of his mouth, waving it about in the air triumphantly, like a flag. “Well, this is what we expected and wanted to occur. I can finally go on being a confirmed old bachelor, living my life in glorious… unaltered…peace.” He leaned back, propping his bushy, clawed feet up on the desk, and closing his eyes. 

        Chesterton sat back down, color returning to his cheeks. He laughed at his friend’s antics, then shouted: “Right you are! We shall both go on being confirmed old bachelors together.”

        Beast raised up his cigar as if raising a glass of champagne, and Chesterton folded his newspaper before lifting as well. They both made a toast in the air and laughed together. 

        Several moments of silence passed. No other wails had sounded.

        “I wonder what is happening now,” Chesterton asked. “What if we celebrated too early?”

        “Aren’t you reading your papers?” Beast asked, his arms folded, facing the window.

        “No. I can’t focus. Not when our very lives could be at stake.”

        Beast chuckled. “Trust me, Chesterton. Nothing’s going to happen.”

        “You say that, but you’re watching the window to see if she’s going to go running out.”

        “You don’t know what I’m watching.”

        “I know you, Ashworth. We might as well be brothers.” 

        Beast grinned, chewing on the cigar. “Just relax. If she runs out, the guards will catch her.”

        “I hope she doesn’t,” Chesterton admitted. “She seemed to be calm and collected this morning. At least, that's what I could tell from the window.”

        Beast’s eyes raced around the gardens, searching for movement. He tensed, his fangs sinking into the meat of the cigar, his claws puncturing the soft skin of the chair. “What else was she like?”

        Chesterton squinted, then quirked a brow at his friend. “What do you mean?”

        “I wasn’t watching her when she arrived. What was she like?” he asked, no expression in his voice.

        Blinking rapidly, the man stared, amazed at his friend. “You’ve never asked what someone was like before.”

        “Chesterton.”

        “Alright, alright.” He laid his newspaper on his lap. “Well, she was beautiful.” 

        Beast waited, but no more words came. “Surely, that’s not all.”

        “It’s not. I just wasn’t sure how to word this.” Chesterton winced, licking his lips, deep in thought. “She was… almost off in another world—like all she could think about were beautiful things and clouds. A faraway look.”

        Beast lifted a thick, dark brow. “One ofthosewomen? Like the ones in paintings?” He placed his paws under his chin, grunting.

        “Yes, that’s it!” Chesterton said. “Perhaps, if she stays, she could be one of your models for a new portrait!”

        “Hah!” Beast exclaimed. “You know I haven’t painted in years, Chesterton. Besides, a woman like that doesn’t want an artist like me.” He paused, smirking proudly. “My portraits are so unlike other artists' of our time. I show the grotesqueness of ugly people and the ugliness of beautiful people. Whereas other painters make ugly people beautiful and beautiful people god-like.”

        Chesterton frowned. “As if I had somehow forgotten your style,” he said, shaking his head. “You could at least open your mind a little. After all, we’re not entirely certain yet if Miss Bourne has made her decision.”

        “Oh, I’m certain, Chesterton,” Beast laughed, spinning his chair about and facing his friend, “that Miss Bourne wants absolutely nothing to do with me. I know her kind.”

        “You don’t.”

        “I do.” Beast spun back around.

        “B-but your mother.” Chesterton leaned forward, insistently. “She chose Miss Bourne for a reason.”

        Beast’s eyes rose, from the windowsill to the sky. Birds fluttered about. “You’re right. She did choose Miss Bourne for a reason.” He fixed his gaze, focusing on the bars of the window that locked him inside. “But it’s not the reason you think.”

        “Then what is it?” Chesterton folded his newspaper and put his hands on his hips.

        Crushing the cigar between his teeth, Beast’s eyes blazed red. He took the broken stick out of his mouth, twirling it in between his claws. “Some say it’s because Miss Bourne has a kind heart. She would never judge others by appearances, only their character. That’s the seed her father, Mr. Bourne, has planted. And it’s taken root in this castle.

        “But, my mother knows better. The only reason she chose Miss Bourne was that she knew the girl’s situation was desperate. She hoped that—no matter if I were man or beast—Miss Bourne would still marry me to alter the course of her family’s fate.” 

        Chesterton breathed in deep, shocked. “Really? That’s it?”

        “Yes. Well, that and she believes Miss Bourne would not go around spreading rumors, as Miss Newall did.”

        “Did she tell you all of this?”

        Beast shook his head. “Not exactly. I interpreted most of it… As well as overheard some of her conversations with Mrs. Kensington.”

        “I really don’t know why you listen in on so many things. It makes me conscious of everything I do and say,” stated Chesterton, only half-joking.

        “I can’t help it,” Beast replied. “If you had the ears of a wolf, you’d do the same.”

        “I would never listen in on your mother and Mrs. Kensington!” 

        “But you certainly would listen in if your fate was being decided by them.” 

        Chesterton pursed his lips together. He took a breath to say something else, but soon let the air out. “I suppose I can’t argue with that logic.”

        Beast suddenly lifted his nose into the air, turning around. The scent of old womanly perfumes, but not the kind his mother used. An ironed outfit, with hardly any odor on it except for the stench of lemon-and-verbena scented soaps and oils. And then the perspiration of an aging lady—the smell of great oak trees when they let their leaves go. Everywhere was the clean scent of falling leaves and the wind. 

        “Speaking of Mrs. Kensington.” Beast stood at once, pouncing toward the door. He straightened his outfit and buttoned a few loose pieces of fabric together. The size and stiffness of the coat forced him to suck in. He barely fit.

        “Oh, dear. Oh, dear,” Chesterton exclaimed, gasping. He stood, frantically pacing.

        “Gather yourself, Chesterton. No matter what happened with Miss Bourne, one thing we’ll not do is panic.” 

        Chesterton nodded, wringing his hands, but standing in place.

        Beast took hold of the door handle and tugged on it, effortlessly opening the tall, grand doors of his private study. “Good day, Mrs. Kensington.”

        “Good day, Your Lordship.” The old lady curtsied.

        “Won’t you come in?” He gestured for her to come inside, and she did as told.

        Beast smirked as he shut the door, chuckling. “So… has Mrs. Bourne frightfully ran away from the castle?” He stood straight, clasping his paws together behind his back. 

        Mrs. Kensington lifted a suspicious brow as she sat down in the chair next to Chesterton. “If she had, you would know, Your Lordship.”

        Beast frowned. “Yes, I suppose so.” But his air immediately returned. “So her only response to finding out I was ‘deformed’ was a wail?”

        Mrs. Kensington paused for a moment, before taking a breath and saying, “No, not at all.”

        Chesterton leaned forward. Beast unclasped his paws.

        “So then… she knows I’m…”

        “Of course she knows you’re a beast.”

        “That’s it then!” He practically jumped up, clapping his paws. “That was the reason for the wail! I knew it!”

        Mrs. Kensington turned toward him and shook her head. “Wrong again. She did not wail when I told her you were a beast.”

        All of Beast’s snarky, confident air fell away, like leaves falling from trees and then dissipating into the ground, turning to dust. Chesterton looked back and forth between Beast and Mrs. Kensington.

        Mrs. Kensington flicked a speck of dust from her gown. “At first, she thought that you were a ‘beast of a man’. That you had a bad character. She did not pick up that you were…” Her eyes flicked up and down his tall frame. “Well, the way you are. But, once she understood, she wasn’t exactly what you would calldelighted. But she most certainly did not wail either.” Mrs. Kensington sighed, gazing down at her palms, before looking Beast in the eye. “Miss Bourne is stronger in character than you expected her to be… thanI expected her to be.”

        Beast’s mouth hung open, his eyes fixed on the floor. 

        Chesterton leaned over, his eyebrows knitted together, in shock. “So, then, what did the lady actually wail at?”

        “Well… she seemed to be upset after I informed her of His Lordship's state. A quiet kind of upset. And I told her she most certainly did not have to marry His Lordship if she did not wish to.” Mrs. Kensington pursed her lips together. “She considered turning down the marriage, but after considering it, her eyes grew a bright red and she couldn’t sit still.” The old woman mimicked the girl’s behaviors, her eyes racing about the room, a horrified look on her face. “That’s when she buckled over, falling to the floor, and wailed.”

        Beast’s ears pricked. He took a few steps back, his arms and paws reaching out and taking hold of both sides of the doorframe.

        Mrs. Kensington continued: “She later told me, after she gathered her bearings, that she wailed not because she was frightened of a beastly husband, but because she couldn’t bear the thought of her destitute family. And the blame being placed on her for not taking the offer in marriage.”

        Beast claws sunk into the door; he gripped onto the frame. 

        “So, there you have it.” Mrs. Kensington patted her hands on her lap. “Miss Bourne was too frightened of the alternative to not take this offer. She’s agreed to marry you, Your Lordship. I told her that you would be in to officially propose soon.”

        A cold, electrifying draft blew into the room. From where, Beast was not sure. It made the fur on his long mane stick up, stretching down his back. On the doorframe, there were puncture wounds from his claws. 

        Through his fangs, a whisper broke out: “Dammit, mother.”

        “What was that, Your Lordship?”

        His body reacted to the sudden cold of the room, building up heat. “Dammit, mother,” he said again, louder. 

        Mrs. Kensington reared back, blinking rapidly.

        Chesterton’s eyes widened. He stood up suddenly. “Now, now, Ashworth. Stay calm. We can fix this.” He reached his hands out. “There’s always another way.”

        Beast hurled the words across the room: “Damn! Damn! Damn!” He growled, retracting his claws from the doorframe and stomping about the room. “Dammit, mother! Damn you!” His hind paws pounding into the floor, he stomped over to the other side of the room, away from Mrs. Kensington and Chesterton. He curled into himself, stooping over, hugging his knees.

        Chesterton walked toward Beast, hesitant at first. He reached out a hand and Beast growled. Chesterton lurched back. “Now, Ashworth, don’t be like that,” he said. “We can fix this.” 

        “How?” Beast’s hazel eyes seared, bright red.

        “Well…” Ashworth lifted his hands to his forehead, looking about the room. “You could just not marry her. Your mother would never know! And— and… why…” The man’s shoulders lifted as he gasped, and his face became fresh again, as fresh as a child’s. “You could just give her the money anyway!” 

        The fire in Beast’s eyes dimmed, turning earthy once more. “I’m not so sure it will be as simple as you say, Chesterton,” he said, a low sarcasm in his voice.

        “But it will work! Listen to me.” Chesterton laid a hand on Beast’s shoulders. The fur on his mane spiked up again at the touch. “You give her the money she needs as an incentive for not telling the world the truth about your form. She leaves the castle, and you do not have to ever see her again. Problem solved.”

        Beast had a faraway look in his eyes, like a forest animal. Not looking at anything in particular, or even thinking of anything at all. A blank stare. 

        Mrs. Kensington stood up. “But, Mr. Chesterton, what about the girl’s family? They believe she is going to be married. What will they think when the marriage is called off and His Lordship gives her a hefty sum of money anyway?”

        “Oh, we’ll think of something.” He dismissed her, waving his hand. “But for now, this plan is good enough. Don’t you think so, Ashworth?”

        Beast slowly nodded, his head barely moving. “Whatever it takes so that…” he raised up a little, straightening his collar, “she won’t make another one of those dreadful wails.”

        Chesterton chuckled. “Now, that’s the Ashworth I know!” The man patted his friend on the back.

        Beast straightened out. The fur on his mane settled, falling back against the rest of his body. 

        Mrs. Kensington blinked, surprised. “I- I’ll be back with Miss Bourne’s reply.” She curtsied, then entwined her fingers and walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door. 

        After the sound of the old woman’s steps disappeared, Chesterton leaped for joy, a childish grin spreading out across his face. He turned around to face Beast. “Well, we did it! After all these years, we did it, Ashworth! … Ashworth?”

        Beast had sat down again, his paw covering his face. 

        “What’s the matter?” Chesterton walked over to his friend. “You should be joyous! Or… at least I think you should.” He rocked back and forth on his heels.

        “Nothing’s the matter, Chesterton.” Beast waved his other paw at the man. 

        “Alright then,” he said, looking off into the distance. But the man soon turned back around. “Aren’t you amazed? I can’t believe Miss Bourne would do such a thing for her family. Not even for her own self, but for her family. I thought we both agreed there were only selfish women left in the world.” Chesterton walked over to Beast’s desk, laughing. He picked a bottle of wine out of the desk drawer and popped it open, pouring himself a glass. “Would you care for some, Ashworth?”

        Beast again raised his paw, waving it. 

        “No? Alright then. More for me.” Chesterton took a sip and shook his head in delight. “We really should have some vineyards planted on the grounds. Get rid of those gardens and—”

        “No,” Beast declared suddenly, lifting his paw. A redness encircled the whites of his eyes.

        Chesterton stopped himself mid-drink.

        Beast caught himself and placed the paw back over his face. “You’d never be sober.”

        Before Chesterton could reply or even continue his drink, footsteps were heard rushing down the hallways. Beast’s ears shot up and he removed his paw from his face once more. 

        The scent of white linens and pungent oils. Of various medicines and heavy cologne. 

        Electricity bolted through Beast’s veins. He got up, sprinted on all fours to the corner of the room, yanked at his black cover-up, and put it on. Strutting toward the door, he fidgeted with the piece of cloth, wrapping it around his body and making sure it covered his beastly form completely.

        Chesterton set his drink down. “Ashworth, who is it?”

        Not a second after the man asked, the doctor burst into the room. His eyes frantically searched about the room, until landing on the black cover-up.

        “Your Lordship.” He quickly bowed, shooting his eyes back up as soon as possible. “It’s your mother. She’s—”

        A gust of wind from Beast’s coverup and cape. He blew past the doctor and ran as fast as he could on two legs toward his mother’s private quarters. As he drew nearer, there was the scent of perfume. Not the same ones his mother used, but—

        There they were. Everywhere. Lining the hallways, creeping next to the door. They glanced up at him, their pale pink faces void and distant. 

        “She’s calling for you,” they said.

        Beast paused. He sniffed and pricked his ears toward the door. He pushed past the hoards and masses of friends and family, slinking his way around hoops and gowns. 

        Finally, the scent of his mother’s perfume. And the stirring of her blood within her veins. “Mother!” He ran to her side, taking her palms within his grasp. 

        Shuffling footsteps. Most everyone left the room. The candlelight flickered, painting the room maroon. 

        Her eyes were crusted shut, but his mother soon opened them, breaking through the crust. Her pupils dilated, landing on her son. She searched through the veil, trying to find his eyes. “Vicky…” 

        “Mother…” He held her hands tighter. “The doctor said you wouldn’t wake but…”

        She brought a hand toward his face, touching his high cheekbones through the cloth. “Well, I have one more thing to ask. I can’t leave just yet.” Her lips quivered as she attempted a smile. Her whole body shook. 

        “Of course, mother.” Water built up in Beast’s eyes. His knees locked. “Anything.”

        She turned away from him, her eyes lifting toward the top of her canopy bed. In a soft tone, with crackles in her voice, she asked slowly: “Did Miss Bourne say yes?”

        The smell of candle wax and the sound of crackling, flickering flames—domesticated fire.

        The water in Beast’s eyes drew back in. He loosened his grip on his mother’s hand. The urgency on his face, the wrinkles on his forehead, disappeared. A blank stare. 

        “She said yes… mother.”

        The baroness grinned, her yellowed teeth breaking through her cracked lips. She shut her eyes. “Good girl…” 

        Beast felt her pulse slowing.

        “You’ve been such a good son, Vicky…” She gasped, fighting to breathe. “My son. A human.”

        And finally, her smile faded away. Her mouth slightly opened. Her eyes barely shut. Heartbeat, gone.

        Beast circled his gloved claw around her palm, tracing a heart. He then closed her stiff, bony fingers over her palm and put both of her hands together over her stomach. 

        The death of his mother smelled like a birdcage. It was the cold, stiff scent of metal bars. The stench of rotten bird food and waste. And the fresh, natural scent of the bird flapping its wings. Freedom trapped in a cage.

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Under the burning sun

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: Pining fools, oblivious Bob, Hangman being a teasing sweetheart. massage... sort of? blowjob (m receiving), kissing. Bob saying fuck.

Notes: My Bob curses when he's riled up. Yes, he does. I have spoken. a huge thanks to @hederasgarden for beta reading for me.

Words: 2.5K

Ever since Mav introduced dogfight football to the team, it had been their favourite way to blow off some steam after long days full of training. And as a bartender at The Hard Deck, you didn’t complain one bit. Every few days, you’d have a hard time concentrating on prepping the bar when the beach was full of the young, hot aviators.

Well, truth be told, it was mostly one of them that always caught your eye. Lt. Robert Floyd or just Bob. The sweetest guy you’ve ever met. A little shy, but so caring and actually funny once you got closer to him.

Luckily Penny often let you off for a few hours while they played. Maybe she knew about your little crush or maybe she just remembered what it was like being young, but no matter the reason you found yourself roasting in the sun as the guys were getting ready.

As soon as Bob sees you, he comes over with a huge smile and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. He’s so different from the others and maybe that’s what attracts you to him. But he’s never made a move despite your best efforts, so you’d come to the conclusion that either he was taken (and honestly, who wouldn’t jump at a catch like him?) or maybe he was just shy. You decide that today is the day you make your move.

“Hey Bobby.”

“Hi there, Pumpkin.”

As he sits down beside you, his knee brush against yours and you get warmer. It’s a bit foolish really, but it’s like you have no control over yourself when Bob is nearby. Even as the sweet little nickname rolls off his tongue, you feel your heart beat faster.

Next, Coyote and Hangman walk by, taking off their shirts as they make their way to the water’s edge. You barely glance at them, but still when you look back at Bob, you see something in his eyes. A faint glimmer of envy, maybe? Legs pulled up against your chest, you lean on your knees, looking softly at Bob.

“Why don’t you ever take your shirt off?”

He looks at you with a mixture of shock and scepticism, like he can’t even believe you would ask that before huffing out a laugh.

“You’re joking, right? Shyness or… well, not being that,” he gestures towards the other guys, standing there at the edge of the water, sweat already glistening down their bodies. “You take your pick…”

They sure are a sight, but it pains you Bob feels like that. But being plus size, you get how it’s like not always feeling confident in your own skin. As you watch him, he looks down at his own body, for a brief second, but you know what’s going through his head. You’ve been there, but just by looking at him, you can’t see what he has to be shy about.

“Bob…”

“Besides, the others are already shirtless. Plenty of muscles to look at.” He laughs softly as he cuts you off, clearly a little uncomfortable. Drawing in the sand with his index finger, he avoids your gaze. Maybe afraid you’ll agree with him? If he only knew…

“Well, the only one I really wanna see shirtless is you.”

You give him a soft smile and a wink. Beside you, Bob is speechless. His cheeks are slowly turning pink as he looks at you, unable to form a sentence. Afraid you broke him, you reach out and touch his arm gently.

“Bob? You okay?”

He reaches down to the hem of his shirt and hesitates for a second, before pulling the t-shirt over his head. And the sight frankly leaves you short of breath. His skin is pale from the lack of sunlight, but his chest is toned and from what you see while he’s sitting, there’s a hint of a six pack, too. 

With defined shoulders and muscular arms, he really is hot and has nothing to be ashamed of. When you don’t say something, Bob begins to feel nervous and moves to put his shirt back on. But you gently stop him, looking into his eyes as you give him a big smile.

“Whoa, Bob. You… You look good.”

“I-I do?”

“Hell yeah. Why you ever wanted to cover that, I don’t know.”

Unable to stop yourself, you bite down on your bottom lip as you take in the sight in front of you. Eating him up and looking without any respect. Bob blushes under your gaze, not used to the attention, but seeing how he smiles, he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Hey, Bob. Game’s about to star-” Hangman stops as he takes in the scene. With a smirk, he points to Bob’s body. “You’ve taken your shirt off?”

“Yeah…”

The insecurity is oozing out of him, his voice trembling. But Hangman just extends his hand to help Bob to his feet, patting his back.

“Looking good, Bob. A shame you’ve hide that from everyone.”

At the last word, Hangman looks to you with a smirk, knowing full well how you felt about Bob. Stupidly, you had made a drunk confession a week ago and Hangman had not let it go since. But luckily, he doesn’t say anything else and drags Bob down to the water’s edge to play, leaving you to enjoy the sight.

And boy, did you enjoy it. True, you only had eyes for Bob, but all of them together is a sight to behold. Every single one of them is beautiful and charming, they always attracted quite the audience whenever they played. Penny even said she could see an increase in business.

A few hours later, the young aviators begin to scatter. Some are going back to base, others want to spend a few hours at the bar. As Bob comes closer, you see to your horror that his skin is bright red. It clearly didn’t take well to the sun and now he’s burned. 

“You… You didn’t put on sunscreen?”

Bob just shakes his head as he sits down in the shade, arms held out from his body. If you didn’t feel guilty, you’d laughed at the sight. Some of the others make their way to the bar and Hangman eyes Bob.

“Damn. Maybe we should change your callsign to Lobster.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you say as you flip him off. Gently, you help Bob into his shirt, trying not to touch the sensitive skin. Each time he whimpers under your touch, you whisper soft apologies to him.

“I’m so sorry, Bob. This is all my fault.”

“I’ve seen guys go out of their way to impress a woman, but this is overkill, Bobby.” Hangman smirks, japing Bob gently on the chest, making him wince out in pain. You slap away Hangman’s hand, sending some curses his way, before turning to Bob again, who is completely red in his face. Whether it's from the sun or Hangman’s comment, you don’t know.

“You know, I always burn, so I have this amazing lotion at home. You wanna borrow some?”

“Yes. Please.”

Helping him to stand, you guide him to your car, before running in and explaining the situation to Penny. She sends you off with a knowing smile and outside, you’re met by Hangman smirking as you run past him.

“Have fun!”

Finally getting home to your apartment, you thank all possible Gods that you cleaned yesterday. Leading Bob into your bedroom, you leave him by the bed before running to the bathroom for the lotion and when you return, he stands awkwardly beside the bed.

“You could have sat down, while I was away,” you say softly, as you walk close to him.

“Yeah, well. I… I didn’t wanna do it without permission.”

“Oh, Bob. You always have permission to get into my bed.”

Giving him a kind smile, you can see the wheels in his head turning. Gently, you push him down on the bed, looking him into the eyes. He swallows nervously, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat. His beautiful blue eyes search yours, maybe looking for the same ting you always do when you look into his. 

“Let’s take the back first.” You say softly, fingers at the hem of his shirt. You help him out of it, the skin looking even redder out of the sunlight. You frown, hating yourself. But hopeful you can help him feel better.

“This might be a bit cold.”

When you pour the lotion on his skin, he instantly flinches at the contact. But slowly, as you work it into his skin with soft strokes, he relaxes more under your touch. The more you touch him, the more you feel yourself getting hotter. Feeling every single muscle under your fingertips, you realise just how fit he is. How strong he might be. How easily he could throw you down and…

Your strain of thought is broken by a moan. Looking around his head, you see Bob’s eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar, another moan escapes him. And just then, you wonder if you’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as him. Working his muscles a little harder, you could swear you hear him whimper, but not from pain. Leaning in closer, you whisper in his ear.

“You want more, or should I do your front?”

“Front… please.”

His breath already sounds strained, and you’ve barely touched him. Moving around in the bed, you face him. Sitting to the side, you awkwardly lean in to pour the liquid on his chest. 

“Would be easier if you laid down or I was in front of you.”

“You could just straddle me?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you see the horror on Bob’s face. So, you were not the only one surprised at his suggestion. You want to, oh God, do you want to, but you look at your thick thighs and suddenly feel shy.

“I think I would crush you.”

“I-I wouldn’t mind that.”

Nervous and honestly more aroused than you’ve ever been in your life, you move your leg over his, straddling Bob, your body so close to his. You can feel the heat radiating from him, how his strong legs flex under you and it goes straight to your core. You ache for him, want nothing more than to lean forward and crash your lips to his.

But you hold back, your fingers slowly spreading the lotion on his chest. Once again, he winces in pain, his whole body moving under you, against you. Whimpering softly under your touch, Bob throws his head back as your skilled hands work the cool lotion on his heated skin. 

Feeling bolder, you brush your thumb over his nipple, already perked and you pull another sinful moan from his lips. And dammit if it isn’t the sweetest sound you've ever heard. Moving your hands further down, his breath hitches and his own come up to grab your thighs.

As you reach below his navel, dangerously close to the waistband of his shorts, he bucks against you. You feel something brush against your inner thigh. Beneath you, Bob is rock hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. 

Moving your hands back up his chest, he finally opens his eyes again, they’re dark with lust. His breathing is heavy, dancing over your skin. 

“I’m sorry I got you burned, Bob.”

“Oh, I… I really don’t mind.”

You never get tired of the slight drawl in his voice. It’s faint, but sometimes it shines through and when it does like just now, he always makes you weak in the knees. And wet between your thighs.

“But I do. Please...” you move in closer, whispering in his ear. “Let me make it up to you.”

Pulling away, Bob frowns slightly, not getting what you mean. But when you push him down onto your bed, he swallows thickly, licking his lips. Teasingly, you run your hands slowly down his pecs and abs, stopping at the hem of his shorts. Placing a soft kiss just below his navel, Bob jerks under you.

“Fuck… Oh Lord.”

Popping up onto his elbows, he looks you in the eyes, his face twisted in lust, but also hesitation. His big hand lands on yours.

“You-You don’t have to do… that… if you don’t want to.”

You give him a reassuring smile as you pull his shorts down, freeing his aching cock. Stunned, you almost forget how to breathe. He’s bigger than you thought he would be, and you can feel your mouth water as you take in his cock. 

“Damn, Bob. Between this and your body, how are you even single?” You laugh softly, causing him to blush once again. Before he can answer, you lean in and lick the length of his cock, pulling another sweet whimper from him.

You take the head into your mouth and suck lightly, savoring the faint groan that escapes Bob's lips. You take him deeper, letting his cock hit the back of your mouth before slowly releasing him. Looking up for a split second your eyes find Bob’s before he falls back onto the mattress, a series of small curses leaving his lips like it’s a sinful prayer just for you.

“D-do that again. P-please…” he begs, as his hand finds it’s way to your hair, grabbing it gently.

You take his cock as deep as you can and let your tongue circle it quickly. When you see him struggling to keep his hips from bucking, you begin to bobbing your head up and down on his length.

“T-that is so good… S-so good.”

Bob's head drops back down and he gasps, soft praises and whimper falling from his lips. Unable to hold back, he thrusts up into your mouth, tugging your hair to make you move faster. You are happy to comply.

You let him fill  you, sinking down, sucking, licking, worshipping every inch of his length, and occasionally lifting off to watch Bob’s blissed out face. You fall into the rhythm so thoroughly that you lose track of how long you suck him.

A tug at your hair pulls you out of your trance, only to her a low groan coming from Bob, as he gets closer. He bucks his hips eagerly, lost in the feeling of your wet, hot mouth around him You let him fuck your mouth faster than you would have been able to go. Bob's hips twitching is the only warning you get before he stops thrusting and releases a hot stream of cum down your throat.

You swallow everything he has to offer, causing Bob to moan out your name. Pulling away from him, you give the head a final lick before sitting up.

You proudly look down at Bob. His hair is tousled, there are beads of sweat on his forehead and a blissed out expression on his beautiful face. He opens one eye and catches you looking, breaking into a smile that could light up even the darkest nights.

Before you can react, he pulls you down into a kiss that takes your breath away. His hand comes up to cradle behind your head as he deepens the kiss.

When you break apart, it's with a huge grin on your face and your heart racing. Bob takes you in, flashing a cheeky smile.

“Once this is healed… I’ll repay you.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[alikaheroes]

Trust - A Mad Max Story

Request: Max x reader. Reader (female) being the only one he feels comfortable enough to let his guard down & develop a crush on her 

Warnings: thematic material 

“I think that sounds pretty good. I guess we’ll chat again tomorrow?” 

Samantha was sitting with her friend, Ana, outside at the small settlement they were staying at as they talked to Max about the next plan for taking on the War Boys. Max just looked at her and nodded, focusing more on cleaning his gun in front of him. 

Sammantha shrugged. 

“Ya know, I don’t know how to get through to you. Someday, I’m sure I will.” With that she got up and left, but Ana stayed. 

When Sammantha left, Ana walked over to Max. 

“Max...you really need to learn more people skills.” She slowly put her hand on his arm, when he stopped cleaning his gun. He looked at her, his blue eyes cutting right through her. She was shocked at his response. She half expected him to jerk away from her. 

He put down his gun and cleaning supplies and stood up. Ana stood up with him, the two of them never breaking their stare. 

“You know...you’ve done some impressive things. The way you were able to take those shots at the War Boys nearly a hundred yards away and didn’t break a sweat. I like that.” 

Ana smiled, feeling herself blush a bit. 

“Well..you’re a man of few words I didn’t expect you to say all of that...” Ana looked down at her feet, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. She had been trying for months to break Max’s shell and it suddenly felt like he was coming out of it. 

“I trust you.” Max said, almost at a whisper. 

Ana looked up at him. 

“What?” she whispered back. 

“She’s gone. I can talk. Come on.” Max, picked up his gun and motioned for Ana to go into the tent they were all staying in. “Samantha went to go get some more supplies. I want to talk to you.” 

Ana’s eyes were trained on the gun. 

“You’re not gonna---”

Max smiled. 

“Of course not. Let me talk to you.” 

Ana followed him inside the tent, where he put his gun and cleaning equipment to the side. He looked back at her and stared intensely at her. Ana felt a bit intimidated but also a bit turned on. She felt her heart begin to race. 

“Sammantha. I just don’t get her. But you. There’s something about you that I really like. A lot.” 

“Are you serious?” Ana asked, a bit surprised and a little perplexed. 

“I just...” Max began. “I feel comfortable around you. And...I..” he took a minute to look at her body. Her toned legs showed with her shorts, her body glistening in her sweat in her tank top. Even with her hair tied back, she was a catch. Knowing she looked good on top of how tough she was and what a kind soul she was. He saw that she was always trying to get through to him. But in that moment... 

“You look very pretty, too.” 

Ana blushed. She never dreamed she’d see the day where Max showed any emotion at all, let alone admitting to..was it feelings for her? 

Ana always had a crush on Max. His gorgeous eyes, plump lips..his muscular arms she could still see even though he often wore long sleeves. His quiet attitude gave a sense of strength that was also quite appealing to her. And the way his voice sounded. The deepness of it. The way it graveled. He was incredibly handsome and she couldn’t believe it appeared the feeling was mutual. 

“Max...I...thank you.” Ana scratched the back of her head. Max got a little closer to her, He grabbed her free hand and Ana put her other hand down, Max grabbing it as well. 

“Max...you look good, too.” Ana smiled. She couldn’t believe how shy she felt. Max moved his face closer to hers. Was he going to...kiss her? 

“HEY!” 

A voice called from outside the tent. Max and Ana immediately moved a part from each other, and looked up to see Sammantha had returned to the campsite. 

“Has anyone seen my knife?” 

[minilpark]

Heyaa! First of all, thank you for keeping us fed w all the prompt and incorrect top guns 💗. But, could u maybe write one about Bob, being the thigh man he is, being mesmerized by a fellow Lt in the base gym who happens to be doing leg day. And he thought that she’s not as friendly due to her facial expressions in the gym, but later on found out that she’s an absolute sunshine when he hears her singing with Rooster in the Hard Deck. Sorry if this is too specific. Call sign could be loops bcs of her curly hair and the song could be I Say A Little Prayer, but anything else works as well 🥰 sorry if it’s a lot

okay i havent ever listened to the song until now but truly a pretty song and i would l o v e to hear rooster sing it ugh-

i think this prompt is so cute, but i won't specify a callsign just so its a bit more general other than that, i hope you enjoy

y/c/s - your callsign

y/f/n - your first name

y/l/n - your last name

as a lieutenant in the navy it's a given you have to stay pretty fit to do your job

and so today was leg day for you

typically you get up early for a workout, just so you don't run into too many people so you were out your door by 05:30

and you arrived at the (almost empty) gym not that much later

after doing a quick 30 minutes of warm up cardio and streching, you decided it was time to start working on legs

not that long after, bob arrived at the gym too

he's actually really disciplined when it comes to working out

today was arms for him and so after he warmed up he made his way over to the lat pull down machine

and from across the room, he saw you

you were at the seated leg press with your headphones on completely focused on your reps

honestly he found it really impressive that you were pressing the weight you were-

however your expression did intimidate him a bit...

granted he saw you around base often being that you two were both lieutenants and works in the same field

but he never interacted with you before besides the occasional hello while passing by

and he was less inclined than he usually is to do so because he 1. is shy and 2. you are just so,, intimidating and hot-

and he didn't mean for this to happen but while he was working out his eyes would just wander and he saw how muscular your thighs were and he blushed

he really didnt think he would be so attracted to legs, especially thighs but you proved him wrong

after about an hour, you decided you were done for the day and that it would be best to go run your errands, especially since you finally had an off day and time to do everything

bob kinda glanced over while doing his workouts and saw you make your way out, and after another hour, he left as well

later that evening, you and bob found yourselves drinking with some friends at the hard deck

funnily enough, you and bob do have some mutual friends

namely one of them being rooster

speak of the devil and he shall come-

"well if it isnt my lovely singing partner y/f/n 'y/c/s' y/l/n"

you smirk a little and look up from your drink at him

"and you are late mister bradshaw-"

"ah dont hold it against me, i lost track of time doing some work-"

bob seeing the banter you two have across the room almost leads him to believe that you both are in a relationship

but if you were, then rooster would've definitely said something about it

at this point bob is pulled out of his train of thought when he hears rooster playing some chords on the piano

but oddly enough its not "great balls of fire" for once

and so he's dragged over to a seat closer to the piano by phoenix

and you and rooster begin to sing "i say a little prayer"

and its like he's heard an angel

the harmony between you and rooster leaves most of the patrons in the bar speechless

especially bob himself

and the smile you have on your face while singing along feels so contagious

at this point he knows he has more than a small crush on you

when you and bradley eventually finish the song, he high fives you and begins the chords for everyone's favourite-

yep you guessed it, great balls of fire

and you just make your way back to the bar for a break and a little drink

before you even order though, bob gets pushed beside you by phoenix and he nervously takes a seat next to you

"u-um hey lieutenant y/l/n, you probably don't remember me but i'm-"

"oh hey bob how are you?"

he's so confused and speechless rn

"wait what, you know my name?"

"well, of course i do, i mean we're in the same department. i literally say hello to you every day- wait, do you not know my name?"

and he just shakes his head

"uh, no- well, yes i do!"

and you laugh a bit

"well, then there's no need to be so formal! just call me y/n or y/c/s!"

he just smiles and nods and you notice his ears are so red and its spreading to his cheeks

"so, anything you need bob?"

and he just perks up and remembers why he was even pushed over here

"oh, um, i was just wondering if i could buy you a drink?"

you just smile a little and lean in closer to him

"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're trying to flirt with me, floyd" at which point his eyes widen a bit and no comprehenible words fall out of his mouth

he just clears his throat a little and rubs the back of his neck

"um, s-so would you like a beer?"

"that would be great, bob"

[alisonsfics]

scare you away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: steve rogers has always been someone you looked up to. you always ignored your romantic feelings for him because he was much older than you. when he starts ignoring you, you realize you can’t hide your feelings anymore. (requested by anon)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: significant age gap, swearing

You walked into the kitchen, still only barely awake. You were greeted by Steve, who was chopping up an apple for breakfast. “Someone’s tired” he said, smirking as he looked over at you. You just leaned into his side, too tired to hold yourself up.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You were so small in comparison to the muscular super soldier. You felt the butterflies appear in your stomach, just like they always did when Steve was around.

It was a stupid crush. He was old enough to be your dad even if you ignored the fact that he was technically over a hundred years old. You knew that he probably thought of you as just a kid.

What you didn’t know about was the huge crush Steve had on you. It made him feel horrible and creepy. You were so young and innocent, and he was an old man lusting over you. He was raised in a time where it was taboo to marry someone that was more than five years younger/older than you, but there he was: in love with a nineteen year old.

“Do you want to spar after breakfast?” He suggested, really only desperate for any excuse to see you. You slowly nodded your head. Your sleepiness was visible to the eye, from your half-open eyes to how you were practically moving in slow motion.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and point towards the coffee machine. “I made coffee. It might wake you up” he said, amused as he watched your eyes light up.

You quickly walked over to the cabinet and reached for a coffee mug. You struggled to reach, even on your tiptoes. “Here you go, sweetheart” Steve said, easily grabbing it and handing it to you.

Once the coffee had passed your lips, you felt ready for the day. He handed you a bowl of apple slices. “Is this where you give me a lecture about how important breakfast is?” You teased, gladly accepting the bowl.

A small grin slipped onto his lips. To him, you were the human form of perfection. He loved hearing you giggle or watching you get excited. All of your silly jokes managed to put a smile on the old man’s face.

“I still hate that they made me do those dumb high school videos. They just made me seem like an old man” he said. You loved to tease him about those videos. It was a nice little inside joke that the two of you had.

You both ate together in quiet silence. Once you finished, you jumped down off your stool. “I’ll take care of your dishes” Steve volunteered, already taking them from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Thanks. I’ll go get changed and meet you in the training room?” You suggested. He nodded in agreement, giving you a peck on the top of your head. You froze, shocked by the sudden action. He quickly apologized and bashfully looked down at the ground.

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks as you walked back to your room.

Steve had always been a mentor to you, and you both were normally pretty affectionate. It wasn’t out of the normal for you two to be cuddling and watching a movie on a Friday night. There were sometimes when things would get a bit too affectionate, whether it was a kiss on the forehead or holding hands.

He always left you with a fluttering feeling and a schoolgirl smile on your face.

You grabbed a sports bra and some leggings out of your dresser and got changed. After throwing your hair into a ponytail, you headed down to the training room. You didn’t normally opt for a sports bra, but all of your athletic tank tops were dirty. So, you threw a light jacket over your sports bra.

You saw Steve through the giant glass windows. He was already lifting some weights. You opened the door, and he looked up to meet your eyes. He greeted you with a small smile.

When he turned around to set down his weights, you took the opportunity to admire his back muscles. You set down your workout bag and unzipped your jacket, throwing it on top of your bag.

Steve turned around to face you, and you saw his eyes go wide. You noticed his eyes roll down your body. Then, he forced himself to look up at your face. “I—ummm. I’m sorry” he mumbled over his words.

His cheeks were on fire as his face became bright red. He didn’t know where to look, so he settled for the floor. He was too ashamed to look into your eyes, but couldn’t stare at your body anymore.

“Actually...I can’t—I mean, I have to go,” his words were rushed and frantic. He didn’t even pick up his bag before quickly jogging out of the door. You were left all alone.

You looked back at where he had just stood, feeling nothing but confusion. You didn’t even know what to think. He hadn’t said much of anything before running out the door.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went back to your room. You set your stuff back on your bed and heard people talking outside your door. You peeked out the door and saw Steve talking to Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Sam, who were all sitting on the couch.

You kept your door only cracked open, so they couldn’t see you. “Oh come on. Just tell her how you feel. It’s better than running around avoiding her” Natasha told him. Steve put his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do.

“She probably knows anyway. You aren’t exactly the most subtle. You two and your little movie nights” Sam said, chuckling. You wondered if Steve liked you and that’s what they were talking about. “You knew about that?” Steve’s cheeks became an even darker shade of red.

You could hear Wanda and Natasha whispering to each other about how cute you both looked when you were cuddling. You could feel your heart racing.

Did Steve really like you?

“Come on, Cap. How do you feel about her? Do you love her?” Tony asked, aiming for a serious answer.

The room was quiet for a moment. You thought they could hear your heart pounding as it rang in your ears. You stepped into the room, so you could hear better. They all saw you, but didn’t make any gesture so Steve wouldn’t know.

“Of course I’m in love in her. I think about her all the time. How could I not? She's the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I love being around her. I love how she giggles when she tells jokes, and how she gets flustered when anyone compliments her. But at the end of the day, I am so much older than she is. She’d probably think I’m a creepy old man if she knew how I felt. She definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asked, running his hand through his blonde hair.

You couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Steve?” your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. He spun around and met your eyes. You saw the panic wash through him. “Oh shit” he mumbled to himself.

You could only think of one thing to say. “Is all of that true?” You asked him, still having a hard time believing. He nodded, but hung his head in shame.

“We’ll give you both a minute” Wanda said, before they all exited the room. You walked closer to Steve, but he still couldn’t look you in the eye. “Look at me” you said, softly.

His big blue eyes met yours, and you could see all of his worry. “So do you think I’m creepy yet?” His voice broke. You let your fingers slip through his, interlacing your hands. His eyes darted to your hands.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. I think you’re kind of cute” you said, bashfully. He tilted his head towards the side, confused by your words.

You watched his eyes glance down at your lips. “Can you just kiss me already?” You practically begged him. He chuckled before slipping his arms around your waist. He leaned in and slowly connected your lips.

He hesitantly pressed his lips against yours. Your grinned as you noticed his nervousness. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, encouraging him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You both pulled away as you heard whistling. You looked over your shoulder and saw Sam watching you both.

“Come on, let’s go” Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards your room.

Sam wolf whistled again at the both of you. “Ignore him” Steve whispered in your ear, before closing the door behind you.

You laid down on your bed and pulled him down with you. “How about we watch a movie?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head before adjusting himself on the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, and let you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest.

You ran your fingers up and down his legs beside you as you started the movie. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So why did you run out of the training room this morning?” You asked, glancing back at him. He chuckled to himself before answering you. “The sight of you in that sports bra. I felt like a creep ogling at you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to freak you out” he told you, scratching the back of your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve told me that. I was having a hard time not staring you, Mr. Muscles” you teased, leaning into his touch.

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From Wattpad..

Xmale Reader

3rd Pov

Warning includes sexual content

Includes: dumbification, master kink if you see it rough sex, degradation, barley a praise kink, female form Muzan, squirt, getting eaten out over stimulation

Muzan will still go by He/him

Requested by:maskstudioart

Thank you for the request!

Muzan didn't ever think he would dub down this far. He would every single day, change his form to his more feminine body and go flirt with a demon archer.

The demon knew it was Muzan the progenitor and knew if he did something wrong he would die but...

Muzan had an obsession.

He overly loved the feeling of climax in a female form, it was so different than a males.

You could say he was a virgin with this meaning he was inexperienced but God's did he fucking love to finger himself.

He just wished a certain archer would make him feel the climax himself.  Muzan couldn't lie, he was a strong demon, very useful as well, very strong too. Good enough to be a spot for the twelve kizuki. Not a lower moon of course most likely and upper rank.

But for some odd reason he didn't want him as a servant.

He wanted him as a lover. And he knew love needed to be two sided otherwise it wouldn't work.

So how do you make a lust full demon king make another demon who is a devoted archer and is devoted to his sport and possibly not interested in him or fears him?

Gifts and buy lots of them, bribing.

Muzan wore his most fancy kimono and tied his hair into his bun and made Daki put the pins in. He wore a signature floral style which is famous muromachi period which it the century the archer if from.

He put on a red lip and was out the infinity fortress and walked to the archery park filled with cherry blossoms and bamboo gates. No human knew of the hidden places.

Muzan glared at the other demons to open the gate and strolled on in, he felt like a school girl who had a crush on her upper class men. Except he is older and stronger.

The archer was practicing with their bow and was in total focus. He could sense Muzan and smiled vividly that his lord could see him.

"Hello, Muzan-sama. How are you tonight under this moon." His voice made the king's pussy clench on nothing. He bit his lip and walked closer. A pale and touched the grey-ish skin of the archer. Veins throbbing on muscle.

Muzan traced them and hummed, his voice not menacing but suggestive.

"I am well, my archer..My search for the blue spider lilly is going unsuccessful but I grant time will tell. Now, how is my dear, archer. Have any whores here?"

Muzan is a jealous and petty thing. He knew the archer can have whores here and there. Daki has spoken about it. She even said his physical domination is almost more tempting and frightful than Kokushibou. (sexy ass man koku)

The archer inhaled before letting the string of the bow go. "What of it my lord?" Normally Muzan would be angered of the question but he, he made it sound like a challenge.

"Well, I came here to see my beloved and most favorite archer...I didn't come to see if he is fucking another whore. I thought warriors like you were supposed to be poised."

The archer's fist clenched, snapping the bow in half. Muzan let out almost a moan at the sight of his strength.

"Yes my lord. I am poised, who ever told you of these lies must want to anger you. I haven't had a woman nor man at my side since the Sengoku."(making the archer older than Koku)

Muzan gazed at his split eyes, cat like with the gold color shining through. He wasn't lying, so either Daki was or whoever told Daki lied. Either way Muzan will deal with it later.

"So, my archer if to say you did have a whore what would she be? What would she looked like? Would she be rich? Poor?"

Muzan stepped behind him and pressed his womanly breast against his stern and muscular back. A thing kimono separated the skin to skin contact. The archer prepared his stance again. He inhaled and held the strong and tight bow. He pulled his back to his cheek.

"She, or he would have to learn how to speak of what they want." Muzan hummed and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind. Moving his hands up and down slowly, taunting him. His nails circling around his peck and the faint lines of his abdomen.

"What about her mouth? Should she speak like a whore or more of a queen? Or do you want to shut her up yourself..."

Muzan's hand dipped down to the hakama pants, the white fabric holding and slowly untying them. "Or do you want her to do all the work, my archer.."

His other hand curled around the arm that was holding the arrow. Holding onto his bicep. Leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Tell me my archer..what kind of whore do you want me to be for you?"

(M/n) sighed and rested his arms and set the bow down. He sighed and let his head fall down to look at the ground. The sweat off his body made it shine slightly underneath the moon light. he looked so delicious, it made Muzan restless.

He wished he could see him during the sun or wake up beside him and just let him fuck the shit out of him or eat him out.

"Muzan-sama." The king in question hummed and smiled devilishly at his favored archer. "Yes (M/n)?" he answer as his long blue nail was tracing the outline of his cock.

"One thing."

He hummed again, he could read his mind and knew what he was going to say and it made him drip with slick.

"Whores that ask to many questions are just begging to be fucked." He dropped the bow and turned around the see Muzan. He smiled and blushed.

Muzan lifted his arms making him carry him. He didn't want to be in control he just wanted him to fuck him deep into the ground. His pussy was aching it.

Muzan was laying in his shoulder. If any demon saw him, they'd be killed.

They walked into the large estate, the house had been a gift from Muzan. He was so happy he decided to kill of the family here and give it to him.

He dropped Muzan on the engawa and stripped himself of his thin kimono but not the hakama pants. His chest that housed that baritone voice, a voice he wanted to her moan his name and name alone made the demon lord almost finger himself then.

"But since my king is here I believe it is best to pleasure him first than myself." He got onto his knees and stomach and rested on the wooden flooring. The white curtains only showed their shadows but neither cared.

He pushed the layers of cloth out of the way only to see no underwear or anything. A bare pink pussy dripping with cum.

"My lords pussy is dripping..did he plan for this? To be eaten out like a slut? How disgusting you pig." He breath fanned his clit. The anticipation was harsh but the impact was so enjoyus.

"Yes, I am your little slut, now please my archer eat me out like one." Muzan's head tilted back and spread his legs wider, his clit twitch waiting for the intense sensitivity to send it over and beyond.

"Yes, my master." His cool tongue circled his clit and spread his labia. Muzan moaned loudly and gripped the archers head. His attention to certain spots was so endearing and so careful.

"More, please! More my archer!"

His tongue dipped into his tight entrance and pushed deeper and deeper. His pointer and middle finger entrap his clit. His thumb circles it roughly. Muzan felt the blood from his teeth digging into his lips dip down onto the floral patterned kimono.

"Fu-fuck. More! Please my archer give me more!" He was arching his back and pushing his head deeper. (M/n) removed his tongue, Muzan missing the contact was about to yell at him to continue but his three fingers replaced the rage with more pleasure.

He moved his hand in and out at inhuman speed. He reached up to lick away the blood from his lords lips and bite them. His thumb moved harsher and harder. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the air.

All coming from the demon lord.

His hands gripped the arches forearm and dug into it, drawing blood with his nails. He was whining and moaning. The pressure built more and more. More lewd and rude comments were whispered into his ear.

"Who knew the demon king wanted to get fucked like a whore..so fucking wet for an archer. Was it your plan to have a good fuck? To act like a such a slut and pig. Your dripping all on my hand."

With the words Muzan's pussy gushed. He had never felt so disgusting but it felt so good to feel like a sloppy whore.

He panted and clenched on his hand.  But then Muzan felt another finger being added. (fisting) The pressure came back and made the demon lord fall back out of over stimulation. Begging and begging for more. His own hand playing with his clit and slapping it too.

His kimono was drenched by the second orgasm, he squirted father this time and more. The engawa was soaking with his delicious fluids. The blood on his lips were lapped away. (M/n) pulled his hand away and liked his digits clean of the others juices.

"So tasty my lord, you did such a good just squirting like a whore."He stood up and lifted his fucked out demon king to farther into the estate.

He rested Muzan on the futon. He stripped himself and then Muzan. His breast were round and plump, his nipples hard.

Kissing and biting them, also playing with his clit made him scream at over stimulation again.

"Pl-please, my archer..fuck me..fuck me until I cannot think.." He begged, his lipstick smudge covering his cheek, hair a mess and his bun not as perfect. The decorations were falling out. This obsession he had was growing and growing because of his dear archer.

"Yes my whore lord."

He untied the sash of the hakama and revealed his thick and long cock. Muzan felt like he was going to fucking squirt again.He pulled (M/n) down to kiss him and to force him and let their body's run against each other. His cock rubbing against his clit made him arch his back.

"Please, my archer just fuck me!"

The archer pushed no slammed himself into Muzan. Letting the demon lord get a taste of what he wanted.

But he pulled out and flipped the demon on his hands and knees. He pushed back in and growled as he clenched tightly around him. His chest pushing into Muzan's. Fucking like a wild animal.

His cock pushed pass his G-spot and made the demon lord cry out about how he is going to cum again. His mind as he fucked him wandered off. Just blank and white all he felt was his pussy gushing and squirting. His arousal dripping down his legs and (M/n)'s cock and balls.

He was drooling and crying, not even having proper speech. When the archer pulled out and showered his back and ass with cum, growling and grunting.

Muzan felt his whole body just become sore. He was the strongest demon but got fucked like the weakest.

"T-this i...is..w-whhy yo-your myy favorite..m-my archer..."

The archer chuckled and wiped the cum off Muzan and the liquids off himself. He waled away to grab a kimono for the demon king.

"You'll ma-make a great King.."

The demon king relished in the feeling of being pampered. He liked how much attention he was getting and how much care was put into it. He smiled as he was place into the warm pool of water and treated perfectly.

By the time the sun rose, the archer and him retired to their sleeping quarters and sleep in the large western style bed. Muzan cuddled close to (M/n). While he was a sleep, which proved he was a hard worker. Demons don't sleep unless anything they do is put with 100%.

Muzan pushed him nail into his temple and pumped his blood into him. The archer growled in pain but kept his eyes closed. Muzan's curse was still in affect but it would not be death just a sting.

"Yes, you would make a great King, my favorite archer.."

He fell a sleep too. His new demon king was going to be perfect, he knew it. 

That is why he was the favorite, he made his obsession grow day by day.

He was truly satisfied.

[donald4spiderman]

Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

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You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

-

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

-

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.