Can you do ROR gods and humans reactions to a fem reader telling them she is pregnant, but how would they react if they were dating her vs if it was a one-night stand/friends with benefits? (I assume the reaction would be different if it was a lover of 4 years vs someone they hook up with 😭), and you can do any humans or gods you think would be interesting or funny or ones you like, idk.
ᰔᩚ “We Become We.”
Summary: A surprise pregnancy transforms either a casual relationship or a committed romance into a heartfelt journey of parenthood, exploring how love, trust, and family can grow in unexpected ways -- even among Gods.
Trigger Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy (but it shouldn't be that bad).
A/N: Helloooo (>ω<)ﾉ This was such a joy to write that I think it's become by fav thing on this blog so far lol!! I hope you like it just as much, Anon (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧💖
🍓 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
Apollo is genuinely stunned for the first time in eons. His normal charismatic and confident personality disappearing as he stares at you for a good few long seconds before he breaks out a bright smile -- not because he thinks it's funny, but because he's trying to keep both you and him calm.
While many would expect him to check on himself first, he actually thinks of you first, asking: "How are you feeling?"
He reassures you that you won't face this alone. Apollo's entire motto is not about running away from responsibility and expectations, especially when somebody else is involved.
When your daughter, who you both name Elpida (meaning: "hope"), is born he absolutely melts. He carries Elpida everywhere, proudly introducing her to everybody in Valhalla. Apollo also adores dressing her in beautiful little outfits and complimenting her.
As for your situation-ship, it ends up disappearing without either of you noticing. You wouldn't fade out of contact, but grow closer.
From late-night conversations while taking care of Elpida, laughing together over her many firsts, and supporting one another slowly creates something much deeper than attraction.
One evening, after setting Elpida down for bed, Apollo would gently take your hands and admit, "I stopped thinking of you as someone casual a long time ago."
This would lead to your romance growing naturally from a friends with benefits bond and into a genuine relationship.
🍓 HIS LONGTIME S/O:
This guy is ecstatic from the very beginning.
He is constantly talking to your baby no matter what. His ears are pressed against your stomach and his hands are along your sides as he talks and hums melodies to the growing child.
Apollo, using his creativity and influence, decorates the nursery to perfection. He always makes sure there is some aspect of both of you in the room without making it seem like a carbon copy of your bedroom or his temples. He has sunflowers, golden accents, music, and anything that you like littered inside to make a perfect balance for the baby.
He makes sure you're perfectly comfortable. There is no way in his life that he would allow you to grow an inch uncomfortable. From cashing in favors with his fellow Greek Gods -- or Gods outside of the pantheon -- he would do anything for you.
This guy no doubt makes little poems and ballads dedicated to your baby. He sings them to the baby as they grow and after they're born, maybe even as they age.
He's that one dad that everybody loves and wishes they had: he's polite, willing to converse rather than just order his daughter around, and loves helping teach her things about the world.
If Elpida is struggling with any school subject (especially PE, science, art, or music) he would be right there to help her. And if you were there as well, he makes sure that your thoughts meld well for her to digest.
His very affectionate with Elpida, giving constant compliments, reading her stories with different voices -- maybe even acting out scenes to make her laugh, and encourages her confidence and independence.
But overall, Apollo never lets Elpida doubt that she's loved. Not only by him, but by you as well.
🍓 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
Thor is shocked for a slight moment. He didn't expect you to ever get pregnant, but he quickly understands that, with what you were doing during those moments together, would produce a child very likely.
He merely stares at you and mumbles, "A child." at first.
He doesn't panic, accepts reality easily and damn near immediately, and without making a dramatic speech like others, would quietly state, "Then I will raise our child." He doesn't mean he'll do it alone, but you know him well enough to not need that explained.
When your son, Arne (meaning: "Eagle"), is born, this guy becomes the definition of gentle giant.
Thor will let his baby son lay against him to sleep and just holds onto him lightly, using his hands and arms like a blanket. Anybody who else wants to hold him doesn't get too long, as he wants to hold his baby as long as he can. It's like he's pulled to Arne like a lifeline.
In his mind, that is yours and his son. Therefore, only he and you should be holding him for extended periods of time.
Your friendship slowly changes because Thor is constantly present. He chooses to spend nearly all of his free time with you and your son, with the rare hour being just outside training -- though he is unnaturally quieter as to not wake up Arne.
If you questioned him, he would admit to just "prefer being here." Which is basically a love confession. The God of Thunder, who prided his entire life on being a fighter, choosing to throw that aside a majority of the time to be with you and his son, is just unheard of.
It evolves through quiet trust rather than grand declarations.
🍓 HIS LONGTIME S/O:
Thor, after being told you're pregnant, would rest his hand over yours with an unusually calm exterior. Normally, the father would be shocked, ask if it was one hundred percent right, or even ask for another test just in case.
Meanwhile, Thor just looks at you and smiles -- a tiny smile that hardly anybody gets to see. He's deeply content with this.
As the baby develops, Thor becomes more and more present in the days and nights. He sits or lays right beside you and rests his hand on your stomach, even if there's no growth there yet. His mind raced with the images of you holding your baby for the first time, hearing their giggle, teaching them how to defend themselves, even sending them off for their first Jötnar hunt.
All the thoughts just never leave his head. Even when he's training and fighting in general, he would be thinking of fighting but replaces himself with his baby -- thinking that this move will finish the fight sooner so he returns to you and that baby faster.
When your son is born, he clings to you all like glue. Nobody is able to tear his attention away from you. Unless there was a real threat, he is ignoring everyone around.
As a father, Thor is extremely calm and patient. He carries his son constantly, is protective without being controlling, speaks very little to either of you -- but when he does you both know he means every word, and becomes the safest person in the room for your aging child and you.
🍓 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
Susano'o is probably one of the most shocked when it comes to this scenario. He literally froze when you told him for a good while.
He then immediately starts apologizing for everything. Even if you weren't blaming him, this guy would be on one knee, bowing his head to you as he confesses that it was his fault and he'll do whatever for your forgiveness of putting you in this situation.
His determination then focuses on doing everything properly from that day forward.
When your baby girl, Mai (meaning: "dance"), was born he becomes completely devoted to you guys. Every single milestone he is present and amazed. Susano'o records every first: laughs, steps, words, everything.
I have a heavy feeling that, as the eons passed, many of the pantheons found leniency on the whole out-of-wedlock baby thing. But, I think the Japanese and other Asian pantheons still hold it close, not to the point of hating the baby or parents, but enough to give side eyes occasionally.
Susano'o is not one of those gods though. He is happy letting your relationship stay non-romantic if that's what you want.
Though, it is very likely you become more romantic. It takes time, but you get there. You start relying on one another naturally until romance just feels like the obvious next step. And eventually, he'll awkwardly ask you: "Would... you consider allowing me to love you properly?"
🍓 HIS LONGTIME S/O:
Like I mentioned before, I have a heavy feeling that pantheons such as the Shinto hold babies born within a marriage to a slightly higher degree. It may not be intentional, but it tends to be noticeable when looking close enough.
When he found out you were pregnant from his father, who could sense another creation inside of you, this guy cried tears of joy. His eyes went saucer-wide and then, after looking between you and Izanagi in shock, he clung to you, spinning you in the air as he cried and laughed.
Susano'o is a great lover through your pregnancy. He is always there observing to make sure you're comfortable and at the top of your health.
If anything worried him, he would contact a healing God such as Apollo or his father.
He is extremely involved after the baby is born. While he did have a rough start, since he fainted in the delivery room, he awoke to see you asleep and your baby in the nearby isolette, also asleep.
His eyes would stroll over your daughter, comparing her physical features to you and his. If he saw she had your hair color or eye color, he would smile, and if she had his, he would probably start crying tears of joy. His "little popcorn storm".
Susano'o, after you wake up, clings to you and latches onto you -- thanking you repeatedly for trusting him enough to build a family together.
As you raise Mai, Susano'o proves to be extremely involved, patient, gentle, and encouraging. He teaches her traditions that he grew up practicing, hoping she'd pick up on them herself for some father-daughter bonding, and would show his pride for her as she accomplishes everything -- big or small.
🍓 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
Raiden would be the most likely to end up in this scenario, besides like Aphrodite or Apollo. Not because he's always up and around with people, but because I highly doubt he'd expect his friend with benefits to get pregnant from him.
Because of that, this guy would be shell-shocked to find out you were pregnant. And by him no less.
After recovering from his surprise, he would immediately start laughing before becoming serious. Raiden isn't laughing because he got you pregnant, it's because that's now he lets the info set in his head. Right after laughing, he becomes very serious.
He'd ask what you wanted to do and that, no matter what, he would be there. No hesitation.
As the baby develops, Raiden would become increasingly paranoid.
His childhood haunts him in some ways. The biggest way is when he asks himself, "If my child has muscles as strong as me... could they end up struggling like me?" His mind wonders to many other what if's, especially the one of what if his child can't use his Hundred Seals technique to be able to walk if they gain his strength?
When your son, Kenji (meaning: "healthy and strong"), is born, Raiden becomes the biggest teddy bear imaginable. Your son basically lives in his father's embrace -- specifically on his shoulders. One of his first words was "shoulders" because of it.
Your co-parenting settles so well into everyday life. Raiden realizes early on that he enjoys the ordinary family moments more than he'd think.
And, as Kenji grows up, you both go from a dependable teamwork relationship to a genuine romance. His confession would come one evening with him admiring, "I think I fell in love somewhere between the midnight feedings and watching you laugh again."
🍓 HIS LONGTIME S/O:
When Raiden finds out his long-time lover his pregnant, this guy cannot stop smiling.
He wraps his arms around you, lifts you into the air, and spins you around as he laughs. He does accidentally hug you too tightly, and when he finds out, he sets you down and apologizes, asking if he hurt the baby.
Like I said before, Raiden would be plagued with wondering if his baby would gain his strength and end up shattering their bones because of it. Then it meshes into what if they can't use his seal so they can walk. But, it goes away quicker here when he wakes up and is able to feel your baby kick for the first time one night.
He tears up and just hugs you closer, whispering thanks to the Gods for giving him the chance to be a father and lover.
When your son is born, this guy is all over him. He definitely has a bassinet by the bed so that he can look at his son and watch over him, especially if he knows he has his exceeding muscles.
Raiden is the fun parent in the relationship. He teaches Kenji how to defend himself and wrestle, maybe he even takes him to a match early on.
Gives Kenji piggyback and shoulder rides constantly. You have to be the one who emphasizes on Kenji walking on his own growing up, which sparks both Raiden and your son to give you puppy eyes.
Raiden also encourages confidence in your son -- not letting anybody or thing diminish who he is at heart. He is also, unsurprisingly, protective of you and your son. On any family outing, he constantly observes around in order to know for a fact you were both okay.
🍓 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
OH MY GOD I LOVE KINTOKI SO MUCH I AM SO HAPPY TO WRITE FOR HIM
When you told Kintoki you were pregnant and the baby was his, his eyes would go wide. His thoughts all ceased as he stared at you for a good minute before snapping out of it and asking: "...Wait- we're having a baby?" In the most meek and hopeful voice you'd ever hear.
He immediately pounces on with questions, dozens of them. They're all thankfully practical, with some being on how long you've known, if you wanted the baby, if there was anything wrong, what you needed, if you needed anything, etc.
Kintoki is extremely nervous yet so excited to become a father. But more than anything else, he wants to do right for both you and your upcoming child.
In my mind, he would end up falling for his friends with benefits after a few months -- before the baby was born very likely. Just watching you adapt and learn alongside him would warm his heart. But, I also think he would hold his thoughts back as to not stress you out.
When your daughter, Chiasa (meaning: "one thousand mornings"), is born this guy melts like butter in the hot desert sun. Kintoki happily holds her and lifts his finger to her arms, and when she latches on he happily loses sleep rocking with her in his arms -- no doubt crying.
It's a couple months later, after watching Chiasa fall asleep between you two, he quietly says, "Feels like we've already been a family for a while... doesn't it?"
As Chiasa ages, Kintoki ends up becoming the anchor to her boat. He is always there encouraging her to be the best person she can be, no matter the price. It also becomes a common occurrence to see "Uncle Buddha" and Kintoki just playing with the toddler.
It's also a common occurrence to see them start play-fighting while Chiasa laughs and claps her hands.
🍓 HIS LONGTIME S/O:
When you approach Kintoki and tell him you're pregnant, he practically glows. Much like Raiden, he lifts you into a hug and doesn't let go. But, Kintoki just holds you, his face pressed into your stomach as he kisses it, praising you for giving him such a blessing.
He tells everybody.
And when I say everybody... I mean EVERYBODY.
Kintoki literally sprints to Buddha and the other pantheons, yelling at the top of his lungs that he's going to have "a little imp runnin' around" with him.
After the news makes it back to you from Hades of all people that he's happy for you and Kintoki, you immediately ask him if he had told anybody. When he says at least ten names, he realizes... maybe he wasn't supposed to announce it yet.
Cue immediate embarrassment and lots of apologizing.
When Chiasa is born, this guy latches onto her. He is constantly either holding her himself or is having you hold her with her gripping onto his fingers.
Definitely has a designated everything for her with her initials on it. Maybe he embroidered it onto the fabrics himself, maybe he had another friend do it for him, but her initials are always there, always marking whatever he gave to her as hers and hers alone. He also loves building toys by hand for her, initials still there.
He is a playful and energetic father -- almost comparable to a golden retriever. Kintoki also makes silly faces constantly, reveling in her laughs.
Kintoki is just as protective of his daughter as he is of his lover. He always keeps a hand near her or an eye on her to make sure she's okay, both physically and emotionally. Nothing and nobody was going to hurt his daughter.
He is the go-to hugger of the house. His arms, despite how busy he is at the moment, are always ready to open and embrace his little imp warmly and tightly.
Adam*Smiles as his ADULT children cling to him as he hugs them*Now,Repeat after me~..."I'm Big"
Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*Sniffling as you look at him* I'M BIG!
Adam*Humming proudly*"I'm Brave"
Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*With breaking voices nodding*"I-I'm brave"!
Adam*One by one he lays a fatherly peck on your foreheads*..."I'm BEAUTIFUL"
Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*Trembling lips and sniffles as you cling to his arms, legs, and waist...any place to hug him as you all cry out*"I'M BEAUTIFUL"!!!
Adam*Opens his arms wider to hug each of you closer to him smiling tenderly*There there~Gimme huggies~
Oh, no! You got stuck in the dryer! Good thing your husband is there to help. :)
Pairing: Raiden Tameemon x reader
Content: Fem reader; Established Relationship; Modern Setting; Reader is small for the plot.
Sexual Content: Vaginal sex; Oral sex (receiving); Fingering; Rough sex; Pet names; Sexual Fantasies (on Raiden's part); use of safewords (reader gets overwhelmed for a bit but then she's horny again).
I wanted to make sense of a porn trope and now we are here. Good luck, curious soul.
Minors do not interact.
Don’t like, don’t read.
English is not my first language yada yada.
If you had to choose a housework to do for your whole life, it would be laundry and ironing. Taking care of your and your husband’s clothes is so relaxing and peaceful, especially when you’re home alone and you can listen to your favourite playlist blaring through your speaker. The thing is that you need to do it in your free days because in any other day the simplest task of taking your washed clothes out of the washing machine feels like an impossible quest.
And today is one of your free days, which means you folding a bunch of dried underwear in the living room while you wait for the other load in the dryer to finish. Neatly putting them in a pile to put away later, you sway your hips at the beat of the 2000's classics without a care in the world. You sing them as your own concert scenario plays in your head, so entranced in your imaginary show that it goes unnoticed that the front door opens behind you.
It’s Raiden coming back from his training, all sweaty and happily tired with his scrunchie neatly put around his wrist. He's met with the sight of you happily dancing with only his t-shirt on, moving your hips side to side. A smile appears automatically in his face - it's so over-sized for you that you’re swimming in it. He finds it very cute, his stomach filling with butterflies which create warmth all over his belly. Yet, his mind goes to other places, darker places, where he wonders if you’re wearing anything else underneath that shirt. The comforting warmth transforms into hot liquid desire for your touch and it spreads all across his abdomen and groin. His plan was to take a shower and take a nap on your boobs while you caress his hair, but a having a good fuck before that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. A wave of newfound excitement washes over his body and Raiden feels as energised as he did before training. He licks his lips in anticipation and walks in your direction, putting his bag in a nearby lonely chair.
So blissfully unaware, you stay dancing to your heart’s content while folding a two piece lingerie together. You look tenderly at it for a while, still amazed at how a piece of pretty cloth made Raiden jump on you faster than light. Something mischievous in the back of your mind tells you that it would make him beg on his knees one of this days. The folded piece of fantasies goes to the pile to be put away, although the urge to test your theory still lingers. Maybe it will come back to the laundry basket later this week. You continue your pleasant work until it comes to a halt when you suddenly hear a booming, devilish voice too close to your ear.
“Boo!” It exclaims and you yelp in surprise. Your fight or flight response kicks in and, in an act of desperation, you spin in your heels and swing your open hand at the source of the voice. It gets caught by Raiden who manages to grab your wrist just before it hits his face. He flashes a toothy smirk at you. “I missed you too, baby doll.”
Your panic turns into annoyance and you pause the music through your phone on the coffee table, Raiden never letting go of your wrist. Silence settles in and you look at him with a bit of exasperation in your eyes.
“Don’t do that! What if you didn’t hold my wrist in time and I really hit you?”
“C’mon, baby, you know you can’t hurt me. I’m just too tough.” He winks at you and the frustrated glow in your eyes disappears. A sigh escapes your lips, not being able to really get mad at your husband’s shenanigans. You smile back at him, more calm now.
“Sure thing, honey.” His smile softens and he kisses the palm of your hand lightly. It leads to him going down your arm, creating a trail of butterfly kisses from your hand to your elbow, continuing until he reaches you cheek. One last kiss is given in the corner of your lips and he pulls away just before you could touch his lips with yours. Oh, he loves being an absolute tease. You hug his neck, caressing his cheek with your nose and biting it softly with a smile. "First you scare me, then you deny me a kiss? You are so mean to me.~"
His arms go around your hips, his hands travelling oh so silently to your butt where he gives a firm squeeze. He kneads the flesh in a tangy fashion, full of second intentions and spicy suggestions with the way his eyes lock on yours and he never closes the tiny gap between your lips.
"Mmh, how mean?~"
"The meanest.~"
Your eyes catch a fraction of a smile before he kisses you as deeply as a first time. With a hold on your rear, he lifts you up and you, instinctively, close your legs around his hips. Suddenly - or maybe after a few seconds, you can't really tell at the moment -, you feel your back collide with the wall. The contrast between the cold surface and his heat evolving all your being raises goosebumps on your skin, your senses fuzzy with unexpected want. As you turn your head to side to gain back your breath, he attacks the skin of your neck, carving marks with his teeth and kissing all the sweet spots he can think about. His mouth travels from your jaw to your collarbone while you pant with excitement running through your veins. Your fingers play with his wild hair, subtly pulling him impossibly closer and gently scratching the skin of his neck, muffled sounds of pleasurable rumbling through his throat. Teeth sink in the shell of your ear, hot heavy breath right next to it as he lets go with a sly grin.
“Baby… I want to fuck you so bad. Until you can’t walk straight anymore."
"Mmh… I have to do the laundry first."
"What!?" Your lips curl up in an imp-like smile while your husband feels like he got punched in the gut. And this time it affects him. Incredulity settles in his expression and he whines. "But, you can do it tomorrow!"
"If I don't do it now, I won't do it at all this week, baby."
A bleary pout adorns his features, letting you down much to his - and his dick - dismay. You kiss his cheek as an apology and he takes the opportunity to give a good slap on your ass that is already leaving a red hand mark on your skin. He leaves you complaining about how much force he used, his feet kind of dragging him to the bathroom due to the tiredness setting in.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Be back in a jiff."
You rub your poor abused butt, making a face as the pain doesn't seem to dissipate that easily. A sigh escapes your lips, kind of mad you still have to finish this chore instead of having your hot piece of husband between your legs. It is what it is. You go back to folding the stuff what's left, music resuming, now in a lower volume.
Not that much time passes, just enough for the dryer to finish its duty and do the little ear worm jingle it always does. It means taking its load off and ironing what needs to be ironed. One hour and a half more before you can relax. Or maybe get fucked. You're not going to move even a finger after you're done, either way. It's Raiden's turn to do dinner, after all.
You go to the utility room with a skip in your step, a quick one at that. Thank your estate agent for selling you an apartment with an extra room with space for a dryer AND an ironing board. You open the lid on top and take off as much clothes as your hands can grab per time, putting them on the side to fold in a bit. As you take off the warm and fluffy clothes, the height of the dryer, especially considering it's on a decorative step that was already there when you bought the apartment, starts to weigh on your small form. It's not that you are that small, it's that you didn't eat that many leafy greens when growing up. Also, your genes didn't help at all. As the amount of clothing starts to be close to none inside the machine, you find yourself having to almost enter it to grab the rest with your fingertips, hoping you don't put yourself in any compromising position.
Meanwhile, Raiden finds himself comforted by the chilly water running down on his skin, all the adrenaline and sweat from his training being washed away. He finds himself calmer, more prone to just order some fast-food for dinner and watch some 80's horror movie while cuddling with you. What was the name of that one you wanted to see? Betelgeuse? No matter, he'll just ask you later. He finishes his shower, drying up and putting himself at home with some boxers and a random hoodie he fetched from the nearby chair in the bedroom. The scent of your perfume comes to his nostrils, his mind going back to the marvellous thought of you and your existence. You've been using his hoodie without him knowing. So naughty of you. He takes in your scent in his clothing one more time and goes searching for you, his thoughts thorn between Mexican or Chinese food.
The living room is empty when he goes to check it for you, so he goes to the next location you're sure to be in. Lazily striding with the Badtz-maru hoodie you gave him on his birthday, he goes into the utility room to find… your lower body hanging from the drier?
The struggle is evident from the incessant way your legs move. Well, as much as they can move while hanging, either way. He doesn't know exactly what's happening, but the way your cute butt is just asking to be slapped by being up and the little sounds of effort coming out your mouth make his legs move by themselves while his coherent thoughts black out.
With lots of sweat and your daily quota of stretches, you finally manage to grab the goddamn last sock out of the drier with the tip of your nails, throwing it out and hoping it lands on the pile of clothes outside. You sigh, relieved that you managed to complete your mission entirely and will now be able to get out of this position that's already making your wrist hurt from the weird way your other hand is in. When you were going to gain balance to get your upper half out of the dryer, you feel something caging you in the position you're in. Something hard as a freaking wall that was definitely not there before. Huge hands take place in your hips and you find your lower half being squeezed against the cold plastic of the drier.
"Raiden… what are you doing?"
"Are you stuck?"
"Erm… no, I was just getting out."
"Do you need help?" You don't miss out on the sultry tone of his voice, his thoughts polluted with the fantasies he sometimes watches when he's alone and away from home on championships. Some of them he cracks jokes about here and there with you.
Aw, hell no.
"Raiden, I know what you are trying to do and it’s not happening. Let me go."
One of the hands on your hips leaves your body. Not for long, though, as you feel a sharp pain in your butt cheek - way sharper than the one slap from before -, sending a jolt of surprised pleasure through all of your nervous system. You yelp and he grabs a hand full of the flesh of your ass, almost sinking his fingers in its skin, now red from his abuse. If you could turn your head around and see him, you don't know if you would shoot him a death glare or a set of pleading eyes.
"C’mon, baby, it’s going to be fun. Besides, you look so pretty with your ass standing up like that. I cannot wait any longer to fuck you dumb." His voice becomes so husky it can almost be confused with a growl. A very needy growl that plants the seed of curiosity in your core. You were already kind of horny when he offered sex to you before, you couldn't possibly deny it again when he shows himself desiring you so much.
His hard manhood makes itself known through the way he humps you so painfully slow, his hand back to your waist so he can keep you tight in his begging grip. You stiff a moan, although he manages to pull it out from you disguised as a sigh; if you could see him, you would notice how he's trying to stay quiet too by biting his lip.
Probably it would be fun to be fucked like a porn star in a cheap and questionable movie. Only one way to find out.
“You know I can’t say no to you. Especially when you talk like that to me.”
“I know, doll face. Relax while I make your pussy beg to be filled." He takes the bothering shirt you're wearing out of the way, exposing your bottom and the shameless wet stain forming on your panties. His thumb touches the spot, teasing you with feather light friction while a pleased sound comes out of his throat. "Wet already? I know you're a whore when it comes to me, but this is flattering.~"
An annoyed "tsk" comes from your mouth while you use your arms to put your torso as up as you can, your neck stretching enough for your head not to be upside down and all the blood on your body go to your brain. You almost hit your head, but you manage to get into a "comfortable" position, at least as comfortable as it can get while hanging on the entrance of a dryer.
"Stop being a tease or there's no sex for anyone." Raiden gives a hearty laugh at your poor excuse of a threat, his thumb just pushing your panties enough to touch your entrance and continue to barely massage your lips through them. A bratty moan leaves your lips while you try - emphasis on try - to move your hips to get closer to your husband's hand.
"Oh, no. Guess I'll have to stop what I'm doing to fulfil your majesty's wishes." He almost takes his hand away from you, until you backtrack your discontented words in a fit of palpable horny panic. Your words laced with muffled struggle.
"No, Raiden, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant." You sigh in deject, swallowing your pride, which feels like swallowing a cactus in this situation, and use the sweetest tone of voice you can manage in your frustration. Now it's not the time for him to stop. "Please, just stop teasing and fuck me already."
"That's more like it." You can feel his words dripping with cockiness, but that doesn't really matter when he pulls your panties to the side and starts fucking you with his thumb. It's not nearly as pleasurable as his middle finger - or what he has between his legs, which is begging him for some freedom - but it's already enough for you to sigh out of relief. The damp noises coming out of your pussy make Raiden drool, tipsy with the anticipation of having himself buried deep in your cunt. He licks his lips, taking his thumb out of you and getting on his knees. The complaint you were about to do stops short on its tracks as you feel his teeth taking a hold of your panties and dragging them down your legs to the floor. Oh, fuck, you wish you could have seen that. Must have been sexy as hell.
His hands grab a hand full of the back of your tights, keeping you in place. He licks a long stripe with his tongue from your clit to the end of your pussy, making you shiver and your walls clamp anxiously over nothing. A tiny groan leaves your lips, being quickly replaced by a long intoxicated moan as he dives tongue first into your core. It's hard to adjust your cramping arms in this tiny space, neck starting to ache as you do your best between having your head down to rest and your head up to keep you from getting too dizzy. You desperately try to find your hands a good footing, struggling to keep still with all of what's going on between your legs. Raiden's tongue fucking your sweet spot. His thumb massaging messy circles on your clit. Your senses being completely overwhelmed and under worked at the same time, at different parts of your body. You want this to end and to continue forever simultaneously. It's dark, but you keep seeing flashes behind your eyelids. The wire of moans coming out of your throat makes you deaf. It's too hard to feel; and too hard to ignore the numbing shockwave that comes from the unfolding knot on your belly.
You cum. Hard.
And it somehow exhausts you. And the pain on your arms and neck becomes somewhat unbearable. And somewhat annoying, considering you want to enjoy your husband licking your folds clean and the gruffly moans that come with it. His tongue gets to your clit - which also got coated with your cum - and your body jerks so hard from sensitivity you almost hit your head in the drier. You're also sure you almost hit him with your leg as you hear him laugh in an almost mocking way while he cleans the excess of fluid off his lips. Sucker. You would have tried to hit him on purpose if you could feel your legs properly.
No time for that, though, as he gets back on his feet and starts taking off his clothes. Your ears catch the sound of rustling fabric, the soft spoken way his hoodie slides off his sculpted body onto the floor and his boxers roll off his legs, freeing his heavy cock from its shackles. A hiss escapes Raiden's lips, his member almost hurting from how long it has been ignored. He pumps it sluggishly a few times, pre-cum already leaking from its tip. Fuck, how desperate is he, really? This hard from eating you out? But how can he help it when he's such a simp for his godsend, alluring partner - especially in such a position?
He really can't wait any longer.
He lines up his cock with your entrance and slowly sinks his member into your hole, bit by bit with each thrust of his hips. His hands take a hold of you by your hips to ground both you and himself. You usually appreciate his tenderness when making love to you, but at the moment you would appreciate more if he got this over with, as your arms are starting to go numb. At the same time, your pussy is begging to have him as deep as humanly possible inside it. So, when Raiden is fully inside you and stays still, your walls clamping around his girth, you just…
"Raiden, baby, please."
His cock twitches at your plea. The way you're so thigh around him, the way Raiden concentrates at the velvet sound of your voice so he doesn't come undone right here and there, the way his hands grip at the flesh of your hips almost for dear life. He blinks twice to focus on the task at hand and as he comes half back to his senses, a confession is ripped from the bottom of his throat.
"Fuck, baby doll, only you to make me this fucking needy."
His thrusts start slow, the way he usually does so you can get used to it. And the bouncing of your upper body is not that bad, as you still manage to keep your head from hitting the plastic wall all around you. Just makes finding a position for your hands to be on a little more difficult. The real problem settles in when his pace becomes faster, more rapid, erratic. His desire to use you as a rag-doll dripping more from his movements. The iron grip on your hips does nothing but hold your lower body in place so Raiden can abuse it, which makes your upper body have absolutely no stability despite your best efforts. You almost hit the interior of the drier as many times as he has moved his hips forward, your arms cramp just at the thought of having to handle yourself a second more, and a heavy wooziness creeps to head together with the blood that shouldn't be there.
This was fun while it lasted, but you can't keep up with it anymore. Not when nausea is a moment away from joining the pity party.
"Red! Red!! Pull me up, please!" Your muffled panicked pleas make Raiden stop dead on his tracks, lifting you up from your position as comfortably for you as he can manage. He pulls out, something that would have snatched a loud whine from you if you weren't focused on regaining your sanity. With an arm around you to keep your body from falling limp on the cold floor, he grabs a nearby clean towel and places it on the floor by your side, guiding you both to sit on it. Worry settles on Raiden's features while he caresses your cheek with his knuckles, as gently as you would do to a porcelain doll, hoping to whatever's above that he didn't go too far on you.
"What happened, baby? Was I too aggressive? Did you hit your head on something?"
You look down at where you are currently sitting, dissatisfaction settling in your features.
"I just folded this towel…"
"Is that what you are really worried about right now?"
You look at him, the static in your vision slowly dissipating to show your husband's mild annoyance and full on calm distress. It brings you back to reality, the feeling of his warm hands and the way he looks at you grounding you in this moment, just like they usually do. Your thoughts regain their usual order, and you manage to speak your mind, without being muffled this time.
"I don't want to go back in the drier. It was making me dizzy and I'm sure if I stayed one more second there I would have puked. I like it when you're rough, but it's when I'm not hanging on for dear life so I don't hit my head inside of a machine. And my neck hurts like a bitch."
He gives you a sympathetic smile, the stress in his eyes disappearing while he switches his knuckles to his thumb, letting you rest your flushed cheek on the palm of his hand.
"I'm sorry, baby. Thank you for still indulging my fantasies."
"I don't mind indulging you every time we have the chance, but this one is out of my league. Unless you buy those dryers that the door faces forward. Then, I can use my roleplay skills so we can pretend I'm stuck." Raiden laughs, pulling a smile to your lips as well. You say this as a joke, but now that you're thinking about it, it would, maybe, be beneficial for both of you - Raiden would have his pervy fun and you would manage to keep your brain intact. You'll have to search up later.
"Let's go order some food and watch the new Aggretsuko episode. I've managed to create a fake email for the nth time and now we have a whole month of content free of charge… again". He goes to get up, but you grab him by his arm, making him stay in the same place. He looks at you, confused at the puppy eyes you seem to be giving him.
"You didn't finish…"
"That's okay, baby doll. We don't need to continue if you don't feel good just because I didn't finish."
"But I'm feeling better now. And I want you to finish." As sensually as you can manage, you crawl to his lap, sitting on it and softly kissing his lips. His lips move with yours, traces of reluctance still lingering as he puts his hands on your hips. But his body betrays him, as his semi-hard erection starts to regain form. You rub your entrance against it, a weak sigh escaping Raiden's lips as he breaks the kiss and looks at you with half-lidded eyes full of uncertainty.
Is it wrong to want to absolutely wreck you even after the rag doll treatment he just gave you? You did just said you wanted to continue…
"Are you sure? I really don't mind if you don't want to continue…"
His mind races, intertwining regret with shame, as his eyes study your face and the next expression it may appear on it. You kiss him again instead, your hands going to his face as you caress his cheeks with your thumbs. With as much gentleness as you can muster considering your rumbling desire to just shove his cock inside you and your tongue inside his throat. You do manage to keep your passion at bay, resuming to just keep rubbing yourself against him. Your lips move from his lips to his cheek, to his ear, to his forehead, to his jaw. Eyes locking with his when you're done.
"Raiden, baby, I already said yes. I want you to keep fucking me. If I didn't want to, I would have told you." He can tell you're getting impatient, so he gives you another smile and grabs you by hips, getting you off his lap. Good thing you were washing everything, considering he doesn't have to go farther than a foot to the left to grab a soft dry pillow. It hits you what he wants to do, your belly getting even warmer realising he now wants to make you comfortable. Raiden can be a bit unhinged, but sometimes he has his head on his shoulders and that makes him do lovely things. Honestly, you couldn't ask for any other person to share your life with.
"Lay down on your belly, ass up." You do as he says before he even finishes the sentence, being a bit too eager. It gets a small laugh from him, the tug of a smug smile at his lips as your excitement dissipates most of his previous anxieties. Maybe it was not as bad as he thought it to be, if you don't seem fazed by the position you were in anymore. As the pillow goes under your belly, you let yourself rest your body on this makeshift bed. Warmth envelops your skin as he positions himself above you, a stream of excitement on your veins.
Raiden lines his cock with your entrance, burying himself in slow, small thrusts until you can't tell where you end and he begins due to how hot your insides feel right now. The heavy sight that comes from him is laced with content, a second lingering before his hips start moving at the rhythm of bliss. It starts controlled, but the gods know Raiden can't keep his hands to himself this long. In the midst of obscene sounds coming from both your mouth and pussy, and the rapidly increasing pace of the thrusts, he pulls you up against his chest, his huge hands engulfing your tits.
You look down, watching in a trance his fingers deliciously abusing your nipples, squeezing and pulling them just enough for your lips to let go of his name in a wanton moan. His cock twitches with the sound and your walls respond happily by squeezing him. You feel so, so tight, so right. He wishes he could be inside you forever where life is good, your walls feel cosy, and your pussy is so wet his cock is one rough movement away from sliding right off. Raiden curses under his breath, his own release approaching, much to his dismay.
One of his hands travels down, disappearing between your legs and making itself known by the frantic way it touches your clit. He wants to feel it, feel you come undone with him inside, just a little push to the edge so he can fall as well. You feel every single end of your nerves light on fire, overstimulation enveloping your brain in such a way that your muscles can't decide between getting away from his hand or getting closer. It creates a frenzied pace imposed by your bodies, chasing more friction than humanly possible.
It feels like a shockwave, your toes curl and a soundless moan escapes you as you make a mess on your husband's manhood, the upper back of your thighs, and his abdomen. Heat washes over you, the high slowly dissipating and your body relaxing as you savour the last thrusts, deep as they can get. The hand between your legs goes back to the other boob, the grip tight enough for your flesh to sink under his fingertips. He tries to put you even closer, as if your bodies didn't feel glued together already due to sweat, body fluids, and tangible lust. With his forehead resting on your shoulder and a moan escaping from the back of his throat, he buries himself deep in you. You feel his cock pumping rope after rope of cum inside - it makes you shiver, and if you weren't one wrong movement away from falling face first due to exhaustion, you would get on top of him and cowgirl his ass this very moment so you could feel it again. Blessed be contraception.
He pulls out. The heavy, deep breathing keeping him from falling to the floor as well. His arms circle you, hugging you from behind on a tender but tired embrace. Sleep creeps up to him and he can almost feel himself dozing off on top of you, the extortion of both training and making love to you hitting him like a train.
You, on the other hand, are in a fierce debate whether or not you continue to do the laundry now. Your body is too tired to even lift yourself up, but if you don't do it now you won't do it until tomorrow afternoon, if your brain decides to collaborate. And everything you both touched is a mess. The pillow is a mess, the towel is a mess, oh god.
You don't have to make the big decision, though, as Raiden lifts you up with him and puts you on his shoulder, his tattooed back being the only thing on your field of vision all of the sudden.
"We're gonna have a shower, then take a nap. When we wake up, we order some takeout. Tomorrow, I'll help you with the laundry."
Brunhilde: WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GODS HAPPENED?!!
Adam: *lying on a hospital bed with a broken arm, a black eye and many bruises*
Kojiro: *Sitting uncomfortably in a chair with a bag of ice on his crotch and a neck cast*
Buddha: *covered in a full body cast aside from his head*
Lu Bu: *had his jaw wired shut, both arms and a leg broken*
Nikola: *in a wheelchair with a broken leg and neck, holding an ice pack on his head* Owww…
Jack: *in a medically induced coma*
Raiden: *covered head to toe in bandages with a broken arm and a neck brace* I said it was a bad idea!! But noooo, Dr. Nikola “Let’s test that theory” Tesla just had to prove that an Elevator made by the gods must have a weight limit exceeding 2000 lbs!!
