#HIS PRETTY DOUBLE EYELIDS

[mostly-imagines]

The Morning After The Venus Drug

You wake to an ache that runs straight through your muscles and into your bones. Your eyelids feel weighted as you try to blink yourself to consciousness, the fabric of the pillowcase an unexpectedly tough barrier.

You lay on your stomach, bed sheets pooling around your waist. You recognize the weight of Jason’s arm over you before you see him, hair tousled and face scrunched up against your same pillow.

His cheeks are flushed pink and he’s still perspired, but he looks peaceful. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat you’re met with.

You try your hardest to unwrap his arm from around your torso without waking him, an action that requires far more energy than you were hoping to capitulate to. But that movement turns out to be nothing compared to the ache felt when you try to move your legs.

A slight shift has you immediately stilling, the soreness between your legs proving to be more severe than anticipated. You stifle a groan, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. You have to take a moment to rest your muscles as your legs hang limp over the side of the bed.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as you try to stand and you nearly fall back onto the bed. You need a few practice steps before you’re able to pick up any actual pace towards the door.

You sit on the side of the tub while you clean yourself up, the skin of your thighs almost too tender to bear the ruggedness of the rag. You can’t be sure of how many rounds you went last night, but if you’re in this kind of shape, he must be worse off.

On your way to toss the used cloth in favor of a new one, a glance in the mirror has you double-taking. The hickies scattered across your neck and collarbone are blossoming dark and to be expected. However, the sight of bruises littered across your waist and hips draw some extra attention. They don’t hurt, really, the marks mostly bring forth warm feelings.

But you know that Jason won’t feel the same upon discovering them, so you figure it's best to cover them up for now.

You quietly shuffle through the bedroom drawers and pull out one of his gray shirts that’s even a little big on him. It drowns you out, more than enough to cover your rembrandts from last night.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to the kitchen, steps stiff and awkward. The warm orange light flowing in from the living room curtains is soothing, if not far too bright.

With a restrained pull, you pop the fridge open, careful not to let the unseal make too much noise. You collect a bottle of water and dampen the extra rag with cool water from the faucet.

You tiptoe back to the bedroom, supplies in hand. The mattress springs squeak slightly as your weight returns to them.

One hand comes to rest on Jason’s back as water from the washcloth drips down your other arm. “Hey,” you trace nonsense patterns into his skin, hoping the sensation will be enough to rouse him like it usually is.

But he doesn’t so much as stir, still breathing deeply. “Jay?” you shake him lightly, “You gotta wake up, baby.”

His eyes squeeze shut harder and a groan reverberates from deep in his throat. “Fuck…”

“Hey pretty boy,” you murmur, brushing his hair back. His face burrows further into the pillow as his hand comes up to blindly search for your thigh, kneading your skin once he finds you. “How you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a train,” he croaks, turning his head hesitantly into the light to look at you. He squints as he takes in the sight of you, slowly shifting onto his back. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head tenderly, “Just sore.” You hold the water out to him, “Here.”

He looks at the water, then back to you. You huff, “Just drink it. I’ll have some after.”

He perches himself up on his elbow, taking the bottle from your hand with a pout. He chugs down three gulps before pushing the drink back in your hands expectantly. You feel his eyes on you as you take your own sips, only moving to sit up completely when he’s satisfied with your hydration.

He grunts as he adjusts his muscles to the new position, holding a hand out. “Lemme see you.”

“I’m alright,” you tell him, trying to mitigate his worry before it begins.

But his face only sterns, voice becoming serious. “Then let me see you.”

You’re ready to argue more to save him from the sure-to-come guilt, but he tugs your shirt up anyway, blinking a few times to get a clearer look at your skin.

Delicate hands come to hold you by the sides of your ribs, nudging you this way and that to examine the bruises littered across your skin. “Oh fuck, baby..”

He leans in close, running featherlight touches over the marks. “I don’t…” his chest drops, “I don’t remember doing that.”

You nod in understanding, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your body. “They don’t hurt. I like seeing them.”

He peers up at you skeptically and you nod again. “I like them. A lot. I like anything you give me.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head, “I should give you nicer things. Less painful.”

You gently push his face up to look at yours, keeping hold of his cheeks. “You do give me nice things,” you tell him before pressing a slow kiss to his lips. You rest your forehead against his, “But I like the rougher things too. Especially when I get them while you’re feeling good.”

His hands cover yours, moving them back down and turning them so he can hold them properly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Can guarantee I’m feeling better than you are anyways.” You pull back, scanning over his flushed face. You pick up the rag from your now considerably wet thigh, dabbing his forehead with it. “You look overheated.”

He relaxes a bit against the coolness, “Yeah, the effects of the toxin take a little while to wear all the way off. It’s not so bad anymore though.”

You nudge him to lay back down, draping the cloth over his head. He looks over you fondly as you lay a light kiss on his collarbone before tucking yourself into his side with closed eyes.

[kiemiu]

videos your boyfriend matt sends you | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours + crack fic. established relationship drabble wc 1.1k (library) + (request) warnings -> despite the title, there's no smut lol

01. ' 🤍🤍 ' - video length: 5 seconds.

the shaky camera flips from matt's blanket covered legs to him in a blue stitch onesie, you're leaned into his side while his arm rests over your shoulders. your figure adorned in a matching pink stitch onesie, you smile up at the camera, the hood from the oversized onesie falling down and covering most of your face in the process. matt leans closer to nudge the hood of your onesie up with his nose, eliciting quiet giggles from you that increase into loud laughter as he starts to smother the side of your face with kisses, making himself laugh in the process.

02. ' missing this. ' - video length: 14 seconds.

matt's face is squished against your thighs, your nimble fingers ran through his hair as if it were second nature. his eyes struggled to stay open, slightly drooping as he relaxed into you and became consumed by your presence. the soft motions forcing a hum of solitude out of him. he mumbles something incoherently before cuddling closer into your legs, his eyelids no longer fighting to stay open.

03. ' 🤕 ' - video length: 6 seconds.

matt is draped over your body, his head laying directly on your chest. a second or two peacefully pass by as he just stares at the camera before he suddenly attaches his mouth to the exposed skin of your boob, abruptly biting down, hard. the video cuts off with a yelp from you and a slap on his forehead out of instinct.

04. ' that brotha starving ' - video length: 17 seconds.

you hear the noises of trevor eating before you see him. when the small dog comes into frame, he's sloppily lapping at his bowls, going back and forth from the water to his kibble, while simultaneously spilling and knocking things over in the process. chris watches in silent shock for a moment before saying 'trev, slow down.' hints of concern in his voice. matt zooms in on the dog still devouring his food, from behind the camera he jokingly mutters 'that's what it's like when i go down on-' 'MATT!!' the video quickly ends after nick lets out a shrill scream and launches a remote towards the camera.

05. ' idk what i did to deserve you ' - video length: 8 seconds.

the footage starts off a bit shaky as matt struggles to get you into frame without you noticing. the sunlight bounces off your skin perfectly, and your hair frames your face as if it was molded just for you. a small sigh could be heard from matt behind the camera. you were simply just existing, in his shirt, on his bedroom floor, on your phone, yet you still didn't fail to take his breath away. 'so pretty.'

06. ' is it good mama? 😭😭 ' - video length: 19 seconds.

matt is already giggling behind the camera before he starts to zoom in on you devouring your plate of pasta. you had been so hungry throughout the day and finally got the chance to have your first meal at 6pm. as soon as you swallowed down your large bite your eyes instinctively glanced towards matt, doing a double take when you see his phone camera pointed towards you with a wide grin on his face. out of embarrassment you screamed out his name before covering your face with your hands, matt's quiet giggles quickly turning into loud cackles.

07. ' missing home. ' - video length: 11 seconds.

you were recording this time, your thighs were planted on the side of matt's face while the back of his head leaned against your pelvis, his eyes laser focused on his tv screen as he aggressively mashed the buttons on his controller. you let out a small breath of amusement before asking matt 'you comfy, baby?' a small smile makes it's way onto his face before his eyes glance at the camera for a split second, 'very' he replied, turning his head to press a quick peck to your inner thigh.

08. ' scary ass 🙄 ' - video length: 32 seconds.

matt propped up his phone, covering it with a blanket to hide it from your view before quickly running behind an opened door. he waited for you to walk through, listening closely to your footsteps before jumping out and shouting at the top of his lungs when you were close enough. you let out a blood curdling scream, your body jolting into the wall behind you. you yelled out his name in frustration as you watched him bust out laughing on the floor, struggling to hold his breath and clutching his stomach as if he was in pure agony. you watched him with a blank expression before slowly joining in on his laughter. 'you're so annoying.' you mumble light-heartedly before spotting his poorly hidden phone and walking towards it to turn it off.

09. ' us. ' - video length: 1 minute, 3 seconds.

matt quietly waves at the camera with a small smile before sliding in a tiny lego set. he held it up to the camera, showing it in different angles and pointing at the different statues and trinkets on it. as he sets the lego set down, he pulls two characters off of the plate before holding them up to the camera. 'and this is us. i tried to um— find something similar to your hairstyle but i didn't have any more leftover pieces.' he adjusts his glasses before picking up another pair of legos. 'i also made us when we're all old and grey together.' his smile is genuine, a little uncertain and shy but genuine nonetheless. he shrugs off his creations with a faint blush on his cheeks. the video ending with a shy wave and a whisper of 'i love you.' from his lips.

10. ' mom has a message for you 🙂' - video length: 20 seconds

you can hear the constant chatter/banter of the christmas party being held at their house. matts mom sticks her head into camera view, one of her hands waving before she leans closer to the camera to say some encouraging words. ' hi, sweetie! i would've loved to see you but matt told me you weren't feeling too good. i hope you feel better soon, if there's anything you need let us know, okay? plus, matt can't stop talking about you, he misses you just as much as we wanna see you-" the phone is brought away from her as she yells over the constant chatter from other family members. 'alright, thanks mom.' matt quickly says, a nervous laugh leaving him as he scratches the back of his neck. he walks off into a quieter part of the house, away from everyone else before leaning into the camera closely. 'i love you so much, baby. get better soon, okay? i'll drink enough hot chocolate for the two of us and i'll steal some slices of pie for you as well.' he promises, a smile making its way onto his face before the video ultimately ends.

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[semperama]

Horny Buddie prompts? I humbly submit: car sex

“Wait, wait,” Buck huffs, even as he tilts his chin up so Eddie can keep mouthing at the underside of his jaw. He reaches down and shoves at the seatbelt buckle that’s digging into his thigh, then plants one foot on the floor, trying to get a little more room, a little more leverage.

It turns out even Eddie’s huge fucking truck isn’t big enough for two above-average-sized men to hook up in the back seat.

“C’mon,” Eddie says, his fingers at Buck’s belt buckle. “Wanna—”

“We can’t,” Buck laughs, because it doesn’t matter what the end of that sentence was going to be, there’s no <i>room</i>. On the way to Eddie’s mouth, Buck conks his head on the ceiling of the cab, and Eddie hisses out a hurt breath when Buck’s elbow connects with his ribs. “Should’ve kept the loft.”

“Mm, yeah.” Eddie’s warm sarcasm is like honey down the back of Buck’s throat. “Makes sense to more than double our housing costs just to have somewhere to fuck.”

It sounds sensible to Buck. He’s had to dodge his boss, his coworkers, his partners’ roommates before, but he’s never had to dodge a kid. Living with Eddie is—it’s a fucking fairy tale, really, and he loves Chris to pieces, but he underestimated the impact being a full-time parent has on a person’s sex life.

“We could just go inside,” Buck says. Chris is probably gaming anyway, and those headphones block a lot of sound. Or failing that, Eddie does a good job keeping him quiet. Buck’s cock throbs just thinking about Eddie’s huge palm over his mouth, or thick fingers shoved down his throat, gagging him, choking him.

“Ngh,” Eddie says, shaking his head. His face is bisected by the floodlights over the garage, half in shadow, and Buck leans in and nuzzles at the dark side of his temple like he has to make sure it’s still there. “Just—just let me—”

Eddie finally manages to work Buck’s jeans open, and then his hand shoves into his underwear, gripping him where he’s been hard and leaking pretty much since they got in the car to drive home. Tonight was date night—good old-fashioned dinner and a movie—and it always feels like extended foreplay, being out with Eddie like that. Being seen in public together. Eddie’s possessive hand on his waist, his lower back, playing footsie under the table, cuddled up under Eddie’s arm in the theater. Knowing everyone can tell they’re together.

Then they’d come home, and it was late, and they knew Chris was inside expecting them, but. But Eddie had reached across and curled his hand around Buck’s jaw, dragged him into a kiss, and suddenly they were scrambling into the back seat, furtive and giggling like teenagers.

“God, Eddie,” Buck groans as Eddie sets a punishing rhythm right away, stroking him just right, fist tight, breath hot on Buck’s neck. Buck tries to thrust into his hand, but his knee slips, and he knocks his head on the front seat this time, a laugh that’s half amusement and half frustration rattling out of his mouth. “We’re too old for this.”

“Speak for yourself,” Eddie growls, teeth sharp on the sensitive skin below his ear. He rolls his hips up and nearly throws Buck into the ceiling again, but Buck can feel how hard he is, and he gets caught up—like he always does—in wanting Eddie to feel good, making him feel good.

With some minor reluctance, he grasps Eddie’s wrist and drags his hand out of his pants, presses it up over his head against the door, then rolls their hips together. It’ll be better this way anyway—easier to wash clothes than scrub come out of the car seats in the dark. And yeah, Buck loves Eddie’s hands, and his mouth. He loves thrusting into the searing clutch of his body, and he loves feeling Eddie hot and huge inside him, in his guts, the back of his throat. But he loves this too. Loves Eddie pressed against him everywhere, rutting like animals, chasing the sparks that burst behind his eyelids. Loves the sounds Eddie makes, little punched-out gasps, secretive, just for him.

There’s a loud thunk as Eddie’s boot makes contact with the window behind Buck, but it’s instantly forgotten when Eddie clothed dick slides perfectly alongside his, drawing a string of curses out of him. The abrasive drag of wet cotton is just this side of too much, but Buck loves it, pushes harder against it, pushes against Eddie until the seat underneath them creaks.

Somewhere—a house or two down—comes the sound of wheels rattling against the pavement, a neighbor setting their trash out for the morning. Eddie lets out a little breath that sounds like a laugh, his hand hooking around the back of Buck’s neck to pull him closer.

“You worried they can see us?” Buck asks, grinning so when Eddie kisses him, he gets mostly teeth. As if on cue, a car turns onto the street, headlights slicing through the dark cab. Buck flattens himself as best he can, laughing in earnest into Eddie’s neck, but his hips keep rocking restlessly, and so do Eddie’s, their bodies moving together as if compelled by force.

“You wish they would?” Eddie asks. Buck almost stills, but Eddie’s hand finds the small of his back, pushing and pressing, and Buck thinks of earlier in the night, Eddie’s hand in that same spot guiding him to their table, or guiding him down the aisle to their seats in the theater, warm and proprietary. 

And then—yeah, he <i>does</i> wish they would. Maybe not in reality, but the thought of it. Of other people seeing the way Eddie makes him feel. The way he makes Eddie feel. For this one delicate moment, he thinks he’d let Eddie fuck him in the middle of the firehouse, in the middle of The Grove, in the middle of Santa Monica pier on a Saturday in the summer, all his grasping hunger for Eddie on display, until the whole world knows who he belongs to.

“Fuck,” Buck hisses, then muffles his groan in Eddie’s neck as his orgasm takes him by surprise. He spills sloppy and wet into his briefs, and his knee slips again, the other one this time, catching Eddie in the stomach, so Eddie’s coughing and cackling half a second before his own release has him pulsing hot in his jeans. Buck can feel the wet patch between them growing, and he keeps rocking into it, gasping into Eddie’s mouth until they’re both shaky with oversensitivity.

“You’re a freak,” Eddie says, but the affection in his voice makes Buck shiver again.

“You love it.” Buck presses a kiss to Eddie’s mouth, his cheek, his jaw. “You better hope your son is locked in on a game so we can sneak in and change.”

“Right now I’m not positive we can even get out of here.” 

Eddie shifts experimentally. His belt buckle digs into Buck’s stomach, and when Buck tries to get his legs under him, he hits his head a third time. Eddie breaks into another fit of giggles, and it unbalances them both, and Buck ends up sprawled half on the floor, wedged against the front seats. 

“Go on without me,” Buck says dramatically, but Eddie leans over, chasing his mouth, grin pressed against grin. 

“Never,” he whispers into Buck’s mouth. He kisses and tugs at Buck at the same time, and they bang knees and skulls, joints popping and cracking as they untangle from each other enough for Eddie to get the door open and both of them to go spilling out into the driveway.

“Come here,” Buck says before Eddie can go too far, because his hair is sticking up attractively in all directions, and it’s no hardship to sift the feather-soft strands through his fingers until they no longer look obviously sex-mussed. After, he tugs Eddie in by the belt loops and they fall back against the side of the truck and get lost there for a while, licking into one another’s mouths, unhurried, their intention to get inside and get cleaned up forgotten.

Forgotten, at least, until the sound of another set of trash can wheels has them springing apart.

“Evening, Mrs. Reyes,” Buck calls to Eddie’s neighbor, lifting a hand to wave, and he can feel Eddie’s skin go hot where he tucks his face into Buck’s neck, hiding. 

“<i>Buck</i>,” he hisses, and then he’s tugging Buck’s hand, and they go, laughing, up onto the porch and into the house, their home, together.

[uhohdad]

(18+) WARNING: HEAVY NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

Loser!König x Reader - Spiking Your Drink

loser!könig can hardly find it in him to feel bad about it. You’ve been teasing him for months, inviting him to devour you with his greedy stare, showing off a body that begs for groping.

loser!könig fixes you a drink after a particularly rough day, his cock twitching at the needy groan you make before airing your thanks. He hopes the extra lime masks the bitter taste that threatens to tip you off, relaxing once you take your first sip without complaint. You’re too good to me, König.

loser!könig’s cock pulses in excitement when he catches your muscles loosening, your eyelids lulling, your body melting further into the couch. Each rise and fall of your chest is drawn-out, the very act of breathing sapping too much of your energy.

loser!könig’s breaths turn shallow at the thick, drowsy slur in your words. When a fragile hand extends in his direction, he knows that you’re too weak to put up the fight that would have been futile regardless. ‘Kön? Don’ feel s’good.’

loser!könig’s movements are gentle, his reassurance cooing as he crawls overtop of you. Calloused hands wrap around yours, guiding the back of your hand to his lips. ‘It’s okay, schatzi. Rest now.’

loser!könig is already grinding himself against your front when you nod, oblivious to his intentions and the aching, leaking cock rutting against you. You nuzzle your cheek further into the couch cushion, pretty eyes fluttering shut.

loser!könig stutters his moans through a particularly drawn-out stint of grinds against you, ripping away with a whine when his cock threatens to stain the fabric of his underwear, the sight of you sprawled out and begging to be ruined too enticing. His knuckles brush against your skin as he lifts your shirt to your underarms, heaving breaths at the sight of your plush tits. Your pants are next, fingers slipping into both of your waistbands and peeling them off you, exposing your pretty little cunt to him.

loser!könig lets out a choke at the sight, nudging open your thighs so he can drool over your spread cunt. He’s fantasized about what you taste like since the moment he met you - he doesn’t hesitate to swipe his hungry tongue across the entirely of your slit, eyes rolling and a groan muffled into your cunt. He uses you for practice, inexperienced tongue picking up a sloppy rhythm. You taste so good, schatzi.

loser!könig cock throbs in his pants when you let out a meek sigh in rest, the slightest twitch in your limbs. The grip he has on your plush thighs tightens, moaning at your sweet taste. His stubble scrapes against your lips as he slobbers over you, a messy, relentless tongue that cannot be satiated lapping over your clit.

loser!könig’s arms nearly give out, doubling over with a strangled cry on his lips as he glides his cock over your spit-stained cunt. Tears well in his eyes, lining himself up, cunt spread and pliant while he works his tip into you. He’s never felt something this good - so warm and tight around his thick cock.

loser!könig sputters as he sinks into you, ignoring the way you shift in your rest, brows creasing ever so slightly. His cock pulses at the barely audible squeak that slips from your pretty lips.

loser!könig can’t hold himself back anymore, burying himself into you, hips slamming against your plush thighs. His moans are choppy and unrestrained as he ravages you with his cock, addicted to the way your tits bounce with each jolt of his powerful thrusts.

loser!könig doesn’t let up when your eyes flutter open, lips barely moving when you mutter unintelligibly. He grabs your jaw when you stir, tilting your head in his direction. ‘Look at me, schatzi. Want to see those pretty eyes.’

loser!könig bites his lip at the hazy look in your eye, staring at him like he was your dream, your fantasy. He shivers, a moan caught in his throat when your weak, delicate hand finds his chest, fingertips tracing down his strong core as you fade out again, pretty eyes disappearing behind lulled eyelids.

loser!könig’s unrelenting thrusts waver through his premature finish, tears steaming down his cheeks and huffed moans spilling from his lips. He’s sure to leave bruises under the crushing grip on your hips when every one of his muscles tense, burying his generous, pent-up finish deep into your cunt.

loser!könig can’t hold himself up anymore, collapsing on top of your weary body. His hardened hands grope your perfect tits once he’s found his breath, nuzzling his nose into your silky skin, hungrily nursing on you. Coating you in spit, flicking his tongue over your nipple while wandering fingers fidget with the other.

loser!könig fucks you each time you bring his cock to attention, bullying himself into your obedient cunt until you’re drooling his finish, until he’s been entirely drained, until his cheeks are puffy and stained with tears of oversensitivity.

loser!könig feels so guilty and ashamed after, he punishes himself to make it up to you by cleaning up the mess he made of your cunt with his tongue :(

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[spiicii]

the og bloodline / bloodline property (part four)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader  word count → 7.4k summary → after wargames, sami is officially accepted as part of the family. and the family is more than happy to reward him. links → masterlist / part one / part two / part three tags → multiple partners, possessive behavior, unprotected piv sex, bondage, double penetration, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, crying, overstimulation, some samijey (if you squint), aftercare, cuddling and fluff

You could only imagine what you looked like.

It was Solo who was tying each ribbon to you, taking his time to craft intricate knots across your exposed skin. You watched in amazement as he crisscrossed the ribbon to form perfect patterns up your arms and legs, the knots firm, but not too tight. 

You didn’t know he knew how to do this. His hands, normally so rough and brutish, were gentle as he intertwined the ribbons, occasionally offering you a reassuring pat whenever he noticed goosebumps exploding across your skin. It was strange to watch his thick fingers create such delicate knots, his movements far more dexterous than you’d given him credit for. And as the patterns of the ribbons began to emerge across your skin, you couldn’t deny that they were beautiful. 

You’d never done this before. 

In all the time you’d spent with the Bloodline, they’d never tied you. You’d never asked for it and they’d never mentioned it, but sitting here now, watching Solo continue to craft complex knots across your skin, you knew that this practice was familiar to them. Or, at least, familiar to the Enforcer. 

You wanted to ask him about it, maybe question the hows and the whys, but it didn’t feel like the time. So instead you sat back and watched as the youngest of the Bloodline drew the silk across your skin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked. 

He had you in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied together to the side, knees bent. It felt comfortable, for now, and Solo had made sure that none of the bindings were too tight. 

He’d told you to sit still, but you couldn’t resist tugging a bit at the ribbon that kept your hands tied behind your back, just to see if there’s any give. There wasn’t. You couldn’t move your arms, not even a little bit, and the realization sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core. You felt your heart rate begin to speed up, wetness beginning to coat the ribbon that Solo had tied between your legs. 

Solo noticed the change in your breathing and paused, looking up at you. 

“You alright, pretty girl?” 

Solo’s voice was low, his eyes scanning yours in concern. 

You nodded, your cheeks beginning to flush as you shifted on the bed. You could feel the silky ribbon rub against your clit and you couldn’t resist the urge to roll your hips forward, just to chase the friction. 

Solo seemed to understand, something almost playful twinkling in his eyes. He reached out to cup your cheek and you leaned into his touch, your eyelids fluttering. 

“Just sit still, baby.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m almost done.” 

You couldn’t suppress the pitiful whimper that escaped your lips, but you forced yourself to obey, watching with wide eyes as Solo finished the final knot around your ankles. He leaned back to admire his work, his eyes scanning for any imperfections or mistakes, occasionally reaching out to adjust a few of the knots. 

He’d tied them all with small strings hanging out, ensuring that all it took was one simple tug to release the binding. You were meant to be a present to be unwrapped and Solo had taken his time to ensure that the knots were firm enough to keep you bound, but easy enough to release once pulled on correctly. 

“Does anything feel wrong? Are you in pain?” 

Solo’s eyes bored into you, his expression once again concerned, but you shook your head. 

“No. It feels good.” 

Solo released a breath, looking as if he were about to say something else before the bedroom door opened behind him. 

Roman’s gaze landed on you, his eyes immediately drawn to the blood red ribbons crisscrossing your body. He seemed shocked, his eyes raking across your vulnerable form. You weren’t entirely sure what you looked like to him, but his stunned expression made you think that must look nice. 

You watched in astonishment as Roman stumbled forward, his legs unsteady as he made his way to your side. You’d never seen him like this. He was normally so cool and composed - totally in control of everyone and everything around him. Seeing him walk on shaky legs, his expression positively slack-jawed, was something new. 

His hands were on you instantly, his touch gentle as not to disturb the delicate knots that Solo had worked so hard on. He licked his lips, his eyes blown wide with desire as he took in your bound form. 

“You-” The Tribal Chief’s voice was breathless. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea what you look like?” 

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you found that you couldn’t meet Roman’s eyes, biting your lip and looking away. 

“Jesus, baby,” Roman’s voice was wrecked, his eyes dark as he reached out to trace one of the ribbons binding your left breast. His touch sent a flurry of goosebumps across your exposed skin. “Why haven’t we done this before?” 

You didn’t know how to answer him, especially as he continued to run his hands across your body. You felt drunk on the feeling, the helplessness combined with his attention sending more warmth to the already growing wetness between your legs. 

Roman leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

“I should rip these off you.” He mumbled, hooking a finger into one of the ribbons across your stomach and giving it a small tug. “I should tear these apart and fuck you into this mattress right now.” 

You shuddered at his words, letting out a small gasp as you felt his breath in your ear. 

“Would you let me, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and syrupy. “Would you let me rip these pretty decorations off so I could give you what you need?” 

His hand drifted between your legs, finding the ribbon tied across your pussy. He let out a dark chuckle at the wetness he found there, pressing another kiss behind your ear. 

“And you clearly need it, don’t you, baby?” 

You tried to shift your hips forward to feel more of his touch, but you could hardly move, a frustrated groan tearing from your throat. 

Roman’s lips met yours and the kiss was urgent and hungry. He was back in control again, his tongue forcing your lips apart and licking into your mouth. You tugged on your bound arms, wanting more than anything to touch him, and felt another spark of arousal when you couldn’t. 

The Tribal Chief was right. You should have done this long ago.

Roman reached out and tugged again on a ribbon, the knot coming undone with ease. 

“Daddy!” You gasped against his mouth, looking down to watch the ribbon fall. “Please. You’ll mess it up!” 

“Mess it-” Roman blinked at you in surprise. Then his face twisted into something much darker, his large hand shooting out to grab a handful of your hair.  

You gasped at the feeling, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing at his rough treatment. God, it felt delicious. 

“If I want to shred these ribbons and fuck you against the wall, I will.” He snarled, something feral shining in his dark eyes. “If I want to rip these bindings off and keep you all to myself, I’ll do it. And no one, not even you, would stop me. Would you, slut?” 

You both knew that you wouldn’t. He claimed your lips again, the kiss dark and possessive. The grip he kept on your hair was unforgiving. 

“I’ll make my cousins and Sami watch as I pound this tight little pussy of yours.” He growled, his eyes so dark they looked black. “I’ll make sure none of them lay a finger on you and keep you all to myself if that’s what I want. Because even though I generously allow my Bloodline to use you, who owns you, pretty girl? Hm? Who do you belong to?” 

The answer was ingrained in your soul. “You, Daddy.” 

Roman smirked, leaning forward to press a much softer, sweeter kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.” 

He slowly released his grip on your hair, his eyes continuing to roam your bound form. You could see the way his fingers twitched against your skin - the only sign that he was still tempted to follow through on this threat and rip the bindings off of you. But he held back. Despite his possessive words, he’d agreed to reward Sami tonight. And the Tribal Chief never went back on his word. 

“Say your safeword back to me.” 

You met his gaze evenly. “Red.” 

“And you promise to use it? If you need it?” 

There was an edge behind the Tribal Chief’s words and that’s when you recognized the slightest trace of worry behind his brown eyes. This was uncharted territory, the bindings across your body new. He wanted to be sure that you felt safe. 

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.” 

Roman let out a small breath, seemingly satisfied by your answer. 

“Good girl.” 

******

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door to the penthouse open, the twins and Sami chattering amongst themselves as they made their way into the living room. You couldn’t make out their words yet, the sounds muffled behind the closed bedroom door. 

Roman sat beside you on the bed, running his hands appreciatively across your bound form. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his large hands on you. 

“It’s a shame I don’t get to unwrap you, sweetheart,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But we’ll do this again. I promise.” 

You let out a contented hum, smiling as Roman pressed another kiss behind your ear. 

“Where’s everybody at?” You heard Sami ask, the first clear thing you’d been able to decipher since they’d arrived. 

“They in there, dawg,” Jimmy replied, no doubt motioning to the bedroom. “Remember? We told you we was gon’ set up something nice for you.” 

You couldn’t hear the beginning of Sami’s response, but eventually you were able to hear him say, “-told you it’s not a big deal.” 

“Nah, don’t start that shit again, uce.” You heard Jey respond and you could hear the smile in his words. “You earned this. Go on. They waitin’ fo’ you.” 

You looked up and could see shadows moving across the floor from beneath the bedroom door. 

“Go on, dawg.” You heard Jimmy urge, now just on the other side of the door. “We ain’t got all day.” 

The door to the bedroom was finally pushed open and you were met with three new pairs of eyes, all of them immediately zeroing in on you in the middle of the bed. 

Your eyes met Sami’s first, watching his face flush a violent shade of red at the sight of you. His eyes were wide as he took in the ribbons crisscrossing your exposed skin, his mouth slightly parted in shock. He seemed frozen in the doorway, forcing the twins to push him further inside so they could get a better look at you. 

Jimmy let out a long whistle, moving closer to the bed to examine the intricate knots his brother had tied. 

“Goddamn, baby girl.” He groaned, seemingly unable to take his eyes off you. “You look amazing.” 

You couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, burying your face into Roman’s neck to hide your heated cheeks. You weren’t sure how to feel with all eyes trained on you. You felt more exposed than ever before, your body trussed up and on display for the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline. You felt a weird mixture of arousal and adrenaline shoot through your veins at the feeling, your pussy spasming beneath the ribbon tied between your legs. You felt vulnerable, as if you were under a spotlight, unable to move your arms to cover yourself even if you wanted to. 

You felt fingers tug in your hair and you realized that the Tribal Chief was pulling you back up, unwilling to let you hide in the crook of his neck. 

“Tsk, none of that.” Roman admonished, a knowing smile on his lips. “No hiding. Let them look at you, princess.” 

Sami and Jimmy had moved closer to the bed to get a better look at you, but Jey was still in the doorway, seemingly stunned as he stared at you. His smoldering eyes took in every inch of your bound form, his eyes following the intersecting pattern of ribbon across your skin. And when he met your eyes you saw a variety of emotions there: surprise, lust, maybe even some desperation too. You saw his eyes flicker to the others and understood him immediately. 

He was like Roman. He too was resisting the urge to run forward and tear the ribbons from your skin himself, wanting more than anything to claim you as his. He had the same possessive streak as his cousin, his hands suddenly forming into fists at his side as he fought the overwhelming desire to push the others aside and take you himself. 

“Whatchu think, uce?” Jimmy clapped Sami on the back, his smile wide as he looked at him. 

Sami seemed taken aback. “Wha…what do you mean?” 

“Ain’t it obvious?” Jimmy laughed. “She’s for you, my dawg. A present. See all the bows and shit? You gotta unwrap her.” 

Sami’s eyes met yours and you offered him a shy smile. Sami couldn’t help but smile back, happiness shining in his pale blue eyes. He reached out, as if to touch you, before he paused, catching the Tribal Chief’s watchful gaze. 

“Is this, um…” Sami seemed uncertain, now pulling his hands away. “Are you okay with this?” 

Roman seemed pleased that Sami still had enough sense to ask for permission from the Tribal Chief, his eyes shining with pride. 

“Yes, Sami. I’m okay with this.” Roman offered him a fond smile. “She’s all yours. After everything at WarGames, I’d say you've earned it.” 

Sami seemed speechless at his words, but he still bowed his head in deference as the Tribal Chief stood. 

“I’ll be right over here, pretty girl,” Roman murmured in your ear, offering your arm one last reassuring squeeze. “Be good for Sami.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You breathed, your eyelids fluttering as he pressed one final kiss to your temple before taking his seat beside Solo. 

“You good, uce?” 

Jimmy seemed to notice for the first time that Jey was still in the doorway, his eyes glued to where you sat in the middle of the bed. His twin’s words seemed to shake Jey from his reverie, taking a few slow blinks before finally tearing his eyes away from you. 

“Hm? Oh right.” He seemed to notice Sami for the first time, his face breaking out into a wide smile. “Whatchu think, dawg? She look good, right?” 

He moved up beside Sami, clapping him on the back. “Good enough to unwrap, huh?” 

Sami’s cheeks were still bright red. “I…well, I don’t know, man…” 

“Come on, uce.” Jimmy urged, motioning for Sami to get on the bed. “You just gon’ make her sit there and wait? She got all prettied up for you!” 

Sami met your eyes again and you could see nervousness there. You decided to give him some initiative. 

“Please, Sami,” You pleaded, using your best bedroom eyes. “I need you.” 

It certainly wasn’t a lie. Your muscles were beginning to cramp from being in one position for so long, the wetness between your legs making it difficult to focus. You looked up at him through your lashes in anticipation and want. 

Sami let out a visible gulp, now unable to take his eyes off you. He reached out with a shaky hand to trace one of the ribbons on your arm, watching with wide eyes as goosebumps followed his touch. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye that Jimmy had finally taken a seat near the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he watched the show. Jey stood nearby, leaning against his brother’s chair as he kept his eyes trained on you. You could feel Roman and Solo’s gaze as well, all eyes in the room focused on you as Sami moved further onto the bed. 

You offered Sami a sweet smile, trying to not to seem impatient as you shifted uncomfortably against the bindings. 

“Unwrap me, Sami,” You murmured, your voice low. “Please. I’m all yours.” 

Sami reached out his other hand to experimentally cup your cheek, watching with rapt adoration as you leaned into his touch. 

“You’re beautiful.” Sami said, his tone laced such conviction that you couldn’t doubt his sincerity. You felt your cheeks heat up again, your smile now shy. 

Sami seemed a bit more at ease now, running his hand down your leg and tugging on the first knot. You both watched as the ribbon came undone with ease, revealing the soft indentation on the skin across your upper thigh. 

Something darkened in Sami’s eyes at the sight, his fingers quickly moving to undo a few more knots on the same leg. More indentations appeared on your skin - beautiful crisscrossing patterns from how long you’d been bound. Sami seemed mesmerized, using his long fingers to trace the grooves left behind.

When he reached the ribbon tying your knees together, he tugged easily and the knot released, another ribbon fluttering to the ground. You groaned in appreciation, your legs falling open to stretch your sore hips. Although your ankles were still tied, this new position revealed the silky binding tied between your legs, Sami’s eyes zeroing in on the sight immediately. 

You knew the ribbon was likely soaked and you offered him a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips playfully. 

“If you keep unwrapping you might like what you find.” You teased. 

Sami reached forward to untie a few more knots, his eyes still glued to the wetness between your legs. He seemed more impatient now, tugging on the knot that held your ankles together just to watch your legs fall open further, now fully able to stretch your sore limbs. 

Sami leaned up further, moving closer to you as his hand drifted to the heat between your legs. And when his fingers grazed against the wet silk you felt your hips buck in response, instinctively chasing the feeling. 

“You ought to save that for last, Sami.” Roman’s booming voice immediately caught Sami’s attention, his eyes flickering over to his Tribal Chief. “Don’t want to spoil your dessert, do you?” 

Sami seemed lost for words, but he at least had enough sense to nod, obediently moving his hand away from the wetness between your legs, despite your desperate whines. 

You watched as Sami forced himself to focus on the knots across your stomach and chest, his fingers shaky as he untied each ribbon. You watched him work, feeling almost sorry for him as you caught the sight of his erection straining in his jeans. 

He couldn’t resist reaching out to palm at your bound breasts, gently squeezing the flesh straining through the ribbon. You let out a small whine as Sami leaned forward and captured one of your nipples between his lips, sucking delicately against the sensitive skin there. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, biting your lip to keep any more embarrassing noises from passing your lips. 

And when Sami finally released you, your eyes met again. He seemed desperate, the pale blue of his eyes swallowed by his pupils as he stared at you. You knew you didn’t look any better, your hips bucking forward again in a silent plea for him to use you. To claim you, just as the rest of the Bloodline had. 

Sami seemed to understand, moving quickly to undo the knots across your chests and arms. When he reached the ribbon tying your wrists together he leaned even closer, reaching around you to tug on the binding to finally release your arms. 

You let out a gasp at the feeling, finally free to stretch your arms above your head to extend your sore limbs. 

Sami leaned back to watch you, seemingly mesmerized as you laid back against the pillows, giving a cat-like stretch across the bed. He didn’t miss the way your legs fell open again, catching sight of the final bow tied just above your pussy. 

Movement out of the corner of your eye had your head turning, watching as Jey began to stalk the length of the room. He often got like this when he was impatient, his brow furrowed as he watched Sami place a pale hand against the inside of your thigh to push your legs even further apart. Jey’s expression was frustrated, his eyes never leaving yours even as his twin reached out and tried to urge him to sit down. 

Sami noticed too, leaning back to meet Jey’s unhappy gaze. 

“Hey, man,” Sami’s voice was soft, color still dotting his pale cheeks. “You wanna…I don’t know…” He seemed nervous, suddenly unable to meet Jey’s eyes. “You wanna, maybe join us?”

Jey stopped his pacing, his face now surprised. It was clear he hadn’t expected Sami to ask this. His eyes instinctively flashed over to Roman. He knew, as all of you did, that nothing happened in here without the Tribal Chief’s permission. 

Roman, however, seemed amused. “She’s Sami’s gift,” he chuckled, his posture relaxed in his chair. “If he wants to share, then he can.” 

Jey’s posture wasn’t nearly as relaxed, his eyes dark as he met Sami’s flustered expression. There was a question on his face - one that Sami was quick to answer. 

“I do.” Sami said, the blush now creeping to his throat. “Want to share, I mean.” 

The corner of Jey’s mouth tugged into a smile. “Didn’t think you’d be that generous, Sami.” Jey mused, even as he made his way to the bed. “Especially fo’ yo’ first time.” 

Sami gave a nervous chuckle. “What can I say? I’m a generous guy.” 

Jey smiled, leaning over to meet your lust-filled eyes. “Hey, mamas,” he murmured, reaching out a gentle hand to trace one of the grooves the ribbons had left on your arm. “Missed you, baby.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle. “You saw me this morning!” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

Jey’s lips were on yours, his touch sending electric sparks across your skin. As always, his touch was intoxicating, his taste almost sweet on your lips. 

He didn’t kiss you for long, his eyes flashing over his shoulder to catch Sami’s hungry gaze. You were surprised when Jey moved behind you on the bed, leaning back against the headboard to pull you into his lap. He placed his hands on your thighs, drawing your legs further back to provide better access for Sami. 

“Go on, uce,” Jey’s voice was an octave deeper than usual. “You ain’t finished opening up yo’ present.” 

Sami’s face was flushed for a different reason now, his eyes glued to the wet silk still tied between your legs. He moved deeper onto the bed, almost as if in a trance, reaching out to carefully trace the ribbon above your clit. 

You made a pitiful noise at his touch, your hips bucking forward again. “Please, don’t tease me.” You pleaded, letting out another noise as Jey’s lips brushed the shell of your ear, his breath warm. 

Sami didn’t seem to be listening, seemingly hypnotized as his fingers moved forward to slowly tug at the final bow. And when the ribbon fell away, revealing your dripping pussy, Sami’s eyes darkened. You let out a surprised gasp when he darted forward, his tongue against your sex so quickly you hardly had time to react. 

“Shhh,” Jey cooed from behind you, pressing sweet kisses against your neck. “It’s alright, baby. We’ll take care of you. Just relax.” 

You couldn’t have disobeyed him even if you wanted to, Jey’s honeyed voice causing your muscles to automatically unwind, sinking further back against his chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of Jey’s lips against your neck, his other hand snaking around you to palm at one of your breasts. 

Sami’s tongue was tentative. He seemed to be taking his time, savoring your taste as he continued to explore. And when his tongue flicked into the entrance of your empty hole you couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched keen, so whiny and needy that Jey laughed. 

“Been waitin’ all day, sweetheart?” Jey teased, twisting one of your nipples between his fingers just to hear another breathy moan leave your lips.

You nodded against Jey’s chest, burying your face into his neck as Sami’s tongue pushed in deeper, your walls spasming helplessly around him. You didn’t miss the way Jey’s erection pressed against the swell of your ass, twitching with interest as you leaned back further into his lap. 

“Think you can take us both?” Jey’s words had your head spinning, but you nodded, nuzzling into his soft beard. 

“Use your words, mamas. I wanna hear it.” 

“Yes,” You breathed, your back arching as Sami continued to lick up inside you, tasting your nectar as it leaked out. “Yes, I want you both.” 

Before you fully realized what was happening you felt Jey’s hand reaching down to spread one of your asscheeks, his long fingers teasing the puckered hole hiding there. You immediately shook your head. 

“No.” 

Jey’s hands froze against your ass. No wasn’t a word you often said. 

You pressed a reassuring kiss to Jey’s neck. “Not there.” 

Jey withdrew his hand from your ass, his beard scratching your neck as he planted more kisses there. “Then where you want me, baby?” 

You spread your legs wider, tugging on Jey’s hand until his fingers were brushing your clit, just centimeters above Sami’s forehead from where he continued to feast on your empty hole. 

Jey chuckled, his next words so low only you could hear them. “Right where I belong, huh?”

You nodded, leaning back to press a kiss of your own beneath his jaw. 

“And what about Sami, pretty girl?” 

Upon hearing his name, Sami’s eyes flickered up to the two of you, the irises of his eyes reduced to nothing more than a thin sliver of blue around large, lust-blown pupils. He looked so cute like this, his gaze up at the two of you adoring. You both watched in rapt fascination as Sami’s puppy eyes fluttered as you thrusted further into his greedy mouth. 

“I want him inside me too.” You breathed, your fingers reaching out to curl in his wild mane of ginger hair. “With you.” 

Jey took a moment to consider. “You sure, mamas?” He sounded concerned and you knew he didn't want to hurt you. 

You nodded, brushing some of the hair from Sami’s forehead so you could keep sight of his lovely blue eyes. 

“You good with that, Sami?” Jey asked, leaning forward to watch as Sami nodded against your pussy, unwilling to pause his ministrations to answer. 

Jey chuckled. “Alright, baby. Then lift up fo’ me.” 

You obeyed, feeling Jey’s large hands on your hips to assist you. Your movements caused Sami to lean back, watching with wide eyes as you allowed Jey’s cock to nudge against your slicked hole. You couldn’t help but whine as you took the first few inches, your toes curling in satisfaction. As usual, you could feel your thoughts beginning to slip from your grasp, the world turning hazy and warm as Jey’s cock filled you so perfectly. 

Jey was quick to bottom out, your body easily adjusting to him. Like you were made for him. 

Jey seemed to agree, letting out a low groan as your pussy fluttered around him. “Jesus, baby. You feel perfect.” 

He took a moment to collect himself, taking a few deep breaths as he resisted the urge to thrust up into your tight hole. He met Sami’s gaze and a look of understanding passed between them. 

“Sami’s gonna open you up more, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, his hands gentle as he kept you balanced on his lap. “Just be a good girl and relax fo’ me, ok?” 

You nodded, letting out a sigh as Sami’s tongue returned to your pussy. He seemed uncertain at first, his tongue staying close to your clit to draw out hungry and desperate moans from you. Eventually he dipped further down to your filled hole, his tongue tracing over your entrance as well as Jey’s cock. His eyes flickered up to the two of you and he looked worried, as if he’d crossed some kind of imaginary line. You were quick to reassure him. 

“That’s good, Sami,” you praised, reaching out to curl your hands in his ginger hair. “Feels so good.” 

Sami relaxed a bit more, his tongue adventuring further as he continued to lap at your stretched hole. Occasionally he would lean down further to coat the base of Jey’s cock with more wetness, his tongue providing equal pleasure to both of you. 

Jey didn’t protest. Instead, he pulled you flush against his chest, his free hand cradling the underside of your jaw so he could press more kisses there. He seemed to be enjoying himself, moaning softly into your neck as you continued to clench around him and Sami’s tongue continued to lick up his shaft. 

Eventually Sami reached up to add the first finger, sliding in alongside Jey’s dick. You felt so relaxed that you didn’t register the feeling at first, completely lost in the sensation of Sami’s tongue against you. 

You let out a contented sigh as Sami continued to lap at your pussy, his finger pumping slowly in and out as he began to work you open. 

It was when he added the second finger that you could begin to feel the stretch, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling. You’d only done this once before with the twins and you hadn’t been able to walk for days afterward. 

“Doin’ so good, mamas.” Jey’s voice was strained, his fingers curling in the soft flesh of your hips as he forced himself to sit still. “Such a good girl.” 

Your eyelids fluttered at his praise, a new noise tearing from your throat as Sami leaned up to capture your clit between his lips, pulling the small bud into his mouth and sucking. The feeling was otherworldly and you felt your hips move on instinct. 

“Nuh uh, none of that.” Jey’s voice was tight, his grip tightening on your waist. “No moving yet, baby. Not until you ready.” 

You heard yourself make a pitiful noise, though you choked on the sound as Sami added a third finger. 

Things started getting hazy after that. You were vaguely aware of Jey continuing to murmur praises in your ear, Sami’s tongue and fingers working you open with a patience that you were certain no other member of the Bloodline had. You could feel your wetness, mixed with Sami’s spit, dripping onto the sheets, your legs beginning to tremble at the feeling of fullness. 

“I think she ready, uce.” 

It took you some time to realize that it was Jimmy speaking. He was standing near the bed, passing Sami a bottle of lube before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You look so pretty all stretched out, baby.” Jimmy’s words sounded far away. 

Sami was on his knees now, his eyes level with yours as he squirted some lube onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up to your filled pussy. He met your eyes. 

“Okay?” 

He was sweet to ask, but you didn’t really have any words to respond. You could only nod, throwing your head back against Jey’s shoulder as he finally pushed into you. 

You tried to think, tried to string some kind of coherent sentence together in your brain, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that your brain could focus on was that you felt full. Everything else faded into the background. Even Jey’s sweet kisses seemed miles away. The only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears. 

“Easy, easy,” One person’s voice cut through the radio static and there was no question about whose hand was on your cheek. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.” 

Daddy. 

You opened your eyes and met the Tribal Chief’s gaze, his expression kind as he looked down at you. He looked like a god at this angle. Benevolent. Strong. Powerful. 

You opened your mouth, as if to speak, but only a broken sound came out. 

“Shhh, it’s alright.” The Tribal Chief was quick to shush you. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Look at how well you serve my Bloodline.” 

Sami pushed in deeper and your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling, both cocks sliding against each other in the wet, tight heat of your pussy. 

“Fuck!” Jey hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew they’d bruise. 

Sami finally stilled, his body flushed against yours as he gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward to press a tentative kiss to your cheek, his eyes wide as he stared at you. 

“Pretty girl.” 

Sami had never called you that before, but he said it with such reverence that you had no choice but to believe him. You watched with glassy eyes as he reached out to trace the shape of your lips, his gaze at you so tender that you felt tears spring into your eyes. 

Their first few thrusts had you moaning. The arousal that had been simmering low in your stomach the entire evening was beginning to bubble to the surface, your body hot as you felt your pussy flutter helplessly around the two dicks inside it. 

Jey’s movements were slow, though you knew he wouldn’t take long. He’d been waiting for this, his muscles tense beneath you as he held you close. You could feel his breathy moans in your ear, his large hands keeping you still as he thrust into you alongside Sami. 

Sami’s movements were a little faster, his puppy eyes wide as he watched your face contort with pleasure. He leaned forward to kiss your lips and you could still smell the sweet aroma of your own arousal lingering in his beard. 

You could vaguely hear the sounds that you were making - half-bitten whimpers and pathetic moans - but you were too far gone to care. Instead you could only sit helplessly as two members of the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline abused your hole, the pleasure so good that you could barely keep your eyes open. 

“You getting close, sweetheart?” 

Roman’s voice was back, an anchor amidst the rising waves of pleasure and overstimulation. 

“You gonna come like this?” 

You were too fucked out to register the mocking in his voice, too drunk on cock to think of anything else. You could feel the tension coiling inside you so tightly that you felt your legs shake, teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm. 

“Yes, please,” Your voice was hoarse, as if you’d been screaming. And maybe you had. “Please, can I come, Daddy?” 

Roman’s voice was kind. “You can come, pretty girl.” 

Your vision went white, pleasure wracking your every muscle as the tension inside you finally snapped. You clenched down on the cocks inside you, gushing around their lengths as your back arched off of Jey’s chest. Your body felt impossibly hot, your chest heaving as if you’d just run a marathon. 

It took a few moments to float back down to reality, the distant burn and stretch of your pussy the only thing keeping you grounded now. 

You opened your eyes and saw that Sami’s face was a beautiful shade of pink, his eyes and hair wild as he continued to thrust into you. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, his hands now overlapping Jey’s on your hips to keep you close. He turned to the Tribal Chief, his words breathless. “Can I…Can I….?” He couldn’t seem to get the words out, but he was smart to ask. He wouldn’t come inside you without expressed permission from the Tribal Chief.

Roman understood, ruffling Sami’s hair affectionately. “Of course, Sami. You’re one of us now.” 

That was enough to send Sami over the edge. You felt him spill into you, coating both your gummy walls and Jey’s cock with his seed. 

You heard Jey curse behind you, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder as he quickly followed, warmth spreading inside you at the feeling. 

Eventually the world stilled, all three of you breathing hard. Sami had his face pressed into the side of your neck, his breath warm against your heated skin. Jey rested his head near Sami’s, peppering you with small kisses and words of praise. And so what if a few of those kisses brushed Sami’s forehead? The lines were blurry, the world hazy and fragmented as you struggled to return to planet earth. 

You were aware of hands surrounding you: Jey’s, Sami’s, Roman’s. You could hear the Tribal Chief’s low rumble, his words praising and sweet. And when Sami finally pulled his softening cock from you, you heard yourself let out a broken sob, the sound so pitiful that you almost felt embarrassed. 

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Someone’s voice was in your ear, the words calming. “Just relax, babygirl. It’s okay.” 

Jey was shifting behind you and you heard someone say, “Careful, uce. She’s sensitive.” 

No amount of gentleness could prepare you for the feeling of emptiness as Jey pulled out of you. Your cheeks felt wet from your tears, despite someone’s warm hands brushing them away. You felt vulnerable, your muscles trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation. 

“Come here, baby.” 

The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and you realized that he was pulling you close, his large arms encircling you. He was murmuring sweet praises to you, stroking your hair in an effort to calm you down. You didn’t even realize you’d been crying, the drop in endorphins and adrenaline leaving you an emotional wreck. Things still felt fuzzy and splintered, your brain still having difficulty stringing a coherent thought together. 

You couldn’t be sure how long Roman held you there, keeping you curled against his chest so you could focus on his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. It wasn’t until you finally calmed down that you could make some sense of the words he was saying to you. 

“Let Solo and Jimmy take care of you, sweetheart.” He said, rubbing reassuring circles into your exposed arm. “Come on, up you go.” 

You let out a mournful noise as you were torn away from the Tribal Chief’s warm embrace, though you were quickly pacified as you felt more strong arms encircle you, picking you up with ease. 

“Sweet girl,” Jimmy cooed, cradling you against his exposed chest as he carried you to the bathroom. “I got you, baby. You’re okay.” 

You realized now that they had drawn you a bath, the smell of lavender in the air as Solo dumped the remainder of your bath salts into the filled tub. You were glad that the tub was big enough to accommodate Jimmy as well. He knew, as the others did, how much you needed skin-to-skin contact, making sure to pull you close to him as the warm water soothed your aching limbs. 

Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You watched as Solo knelt down beside the tub, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your sudsy palm. 

“I’m sorry,” Your voice was hoarse, the words shaky as they passed your lips. “You didn’t…you didn’t get to…” 

“Shhh,” Jimmy was quick to shush you, reaching up a wet hand to brush some of the hair from your face. “It’s alright, honey. You shouldn’t be worried about that.” 

Solo’s eyes were kind. “You did good.” He rumbled, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “You just need to relax.” 

“But-”

“Hush, baby,” Jimmy soothed, peppering your cheek with kisses. “Just let us do this for you, ok? We want to.” 

His words sounded so tender that you had no choice but to believe him, leaning back against the older twin and watching as Solo began to clean you up. You felt spoiled. Did you really deserve all this? You felt more tears well up in your eyes but you quickly buried your face into Jimmy’s neck to hide them. 

Solo’s hands were soothing against your skin, taking his time to massage some of the aches in your arms and legs. Your eyes started to feel heavy, your body finally relaxing in Jimmy’s embrace even as the water turned lukewarm and your fingers started to prune. 

You made a disappointed sound as Jimmy gently lifted you up and into Solo’s waiting arms, though it quickly turned into a soft moan at the feeling of a warm towel being wrapped around you. You allowed Solo to take his time drying you off, offering him a dazed smile as he pressed sweet kisses to your lavender-scented skin. 

Solo was gentle as he carried you back to the bedroom, his strong arms keeping you tucked against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck as a silent thank you. 

You could see that the sheets had been changed, Sami and Jey already snuggled beneath them. You let out a satisfied hum as Solo laid you down beside Sami, smiling as Sami quickly pulled you close to offer a sweet kiss of his own to your cheek. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his puppy eyes worried as he met yours. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyelids drooping in exhaustion. 

“M’perfect,” You slurred, burrowing into his side to seek more of his warmth. 

Sami let out a breath, reaching up with almost tentative fingers to stroke your hair. His heartbeat was steady beneath you, the peach fuzz of his chest soft as you leaned against him. 

You felt long fingers stroking your side and you opened your eyes just enough to see Jey pull both you and Sami close. His eyes were already closed in exhaustion, his body pressed against Sami’s as he wrapped his long arms around the two of you. Even in his sleepy state, Jey managed to find one of your hands beneath the covers and interlace your fingers together, offering a small squeeze.  

The bed dipped again and you saw Solo move behind Jey, joining the three of you under the covers. He met your gaze and you saw that his eyes were sparkling. While Solo wasn’t normally one to show his emotions, you could tell that this is where he felt happiest: surrounded by his family, curled up beneath the sheets with the people he loved the most. He pressed a small kiss to Jey’s temple as he settled in behind him, watching as his older brother let out a small sigh of contentment. 

You felt another warm body press up behind you and you realized it was Jimmy, his hair still damp from the bath as he snuggled up close. He wrapped his own arms around you, his long arms blending with yours and Sami’s. He gave you a few more kisses to your forehead before leaning back against the pillow, his nose pressed into your hair. 

All five of you had your legs intertwined like vines, long limbs all tangled together beneath the sheets. It was hard to tell where one person began and another ended, but it didn’t really matter. You pressed a kiss to Sami’s chest and he made a pleased sound, his fingers still in your hair. 

“Best present ever.” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, and you couldn’t contain your smile. 

The room grew quiet, Jey’s soft snores the only sound as Roman stepped closer to the bed. He’d been keeping his distance, watching with unconcealed fondness as his Bloodline snuggled together under the sheets. You were just awake enough to watch as Roman stepped closer to the bed, his eyes shining with affection. 

He pressed a finger to his lips once he caught your eyes, reaching out to adjust Solo’s neck so he wouldn’t catch a cramp and pressing a kiss to his youngest cousin’s temple. 

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” the Tribal Chief murmured, leaning forward to press another kiss to both Jey and Sami’s foreheads. “You’ve had a long day.” 

You watched as he walked around the bed to give a kiss to Jimmy’s temple as well, brushing some of the hair from his cousin’s sleeping face. 

“It’s alright, baby,” Roman murmured, his hand soft against your cheek as he pressed one final kiss to your face. “I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you.”

[pricegouge]

Thinking of nanny!reader x daddy!price once again... You really ate there, damn

[fic]

oh ms. messy... wonder what she's been up to...

"fuckin' call me messy," you grumble under your breath, the pre-wetted wipe in your hands going dry with overuse. emily squirms, her chubby little cheek gone red with the attention.

"not s'ppose'ta say tha'word." face squished in your hand as it is, the accusation comes out too muffled to hold her usual attitude. like this, she's almost cute. or would be, if not for the garish colors still staining her eyelids.

"and you're not supposed to use markers like makeup, but here we are."

she rolls her eyes, the brat, smudgy purple lines fading up into her eyebrows raising with the effort, as if everything in her tiny little body was put into the motion. "wha'ss'a diffr'nce anyway?"

"well for one, makeup comes off with makeup wipes," you snark, tossing another stained towelette into the bin, tie-dye collection starting to overflow. "for another i don't think 'bluetiful' is really your color."

"blue is a primary color," she informs you, apropos of nothing, as if that should explain why she'd tried using it as as a highlighter.

you pause in your endeavor, the bright red 'blush' on her cheek bleeding down the crease of her nose. "that is true," you agree sagely, and then damn near jump out of your skin when a gruff voice behind you asks if she knows her other primaries.

emily lists off a good fourteen colors - far too many from your understanding, though it had been a long time since you were in preschool; maybe they'd added some. you used the time to check yourself out in the bathroom mirror covertly, though you catch him catching you, eyes meeting somewhere around the fourth shade of yellow. "mr. price," you greet him casually, voice too meek in your effort not to interrupt emily's learning.

he doesn't even nod, eyes heavy on you as he lets his daughter prattle off every shade of the crayolla box she'd become overly familiar with. you'd say he's getting worse but he's always been like this - too intense, too direct - and saying as much felt like a jinx, like a dare to the universe at large to make him, impossibly, more driven. "ms. messy," he drawls quietly, the title a low purr as he lets his eyes drag over you. you'd worn shorts today, confident and cheeky in the privacy of your room. he always managed to wrangle that control from you this easily, with barely more than a pointed look that set you back to basics, suddenly remembering the game you're playing. who with.

attempting to save face, you turn back to emily and whisper to her, thick as thieves. "coulda told me he was right behind me. now i look bad, not using this as a teaching opportunity."

emily tells you it's actually your job to know when her dad's home because she's a little shit, but you barely hear it because john takes that opportunity to assure you you don't look bad, doubles down when he sees how flustered he's made you. "emily, doesn't ms. messy look nice?"

and maybe there is a reason you keep coming back for more (other than her hot father and his seemingly bottomless pocket) because she just nods animatedly, sloppy bun you'd piled her hair into bobbing. you start to murmur your thanks, but she ruins the moment just as suddenly as she'd started it, motioning to her colorful face and proudly announcing she'd been trying to look like you.

"oh," you hedge, unsure how you feel about a child thinking drunk drag makeup was the key to stealing your look.

john, thankfully, comes to your rescue. "oh, munchkin. you know ms. messy doesn't need all that to look pretty."

well, maybe 'thankfully' was a strong word. "and neither do you. you're pretty just the way you are," you assert, trying to steer the conversation into something more manageable just as you steer the girl before you back your way, tilting her head so you can get a particularly well saturated bit on her brow.

"prettier than you?" she asks, cheeky, and you roll your eyes much like she had, far too exaggeratedly. let her dad have fun with that bad habit.

"well of course!"

she giggles, turns to face her father as best she can when you've got her whole jaw cupped in your hand. "daddy, am i prettier than ms. messy?"

you don't think he's mean enough to give his kid a complex in the name of flirting with someone half his age, but your breath catches anyway, waiting in anticipation as he lets the moment drag on.

surely your heart's racing because you want him to say no. right?

"now that you mention it, ms. messy sure could use some sprucing up, hm?" you scoff and flick the dirty towelette at him and huff when he catches it easily, palm completely engulfing it without even really trying. he's unbearably smug when he continues, whiskers practically twitching with a barely contained grin. "what do you think, munchkin? a pretty necklace? a bracelet?"

unfortunately, he looks perfectly serious. "maybe a ring?"

if emily responds, you don't hear it, too busy side eyeing him, trying to figure out how serious he is. if you get tipped with a tennis necklace next time you watch his kid, you might just drop out of school.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[mrsnegan]

Daddy's home | Round II

Pairing: Billy Butcher x f!Reader x Joe Kessler (The Boys)

Read Part I here.

Summary: Billy and Joe can't get enough of you.

Warnings: 18+ (not suited for minors), smut, mentions of passing out, threesome, daddy!kink, finger sucking, cum play & eating, degradation but also praise, swearing, f!oral, (anal) fingering, manhandling, pussy slapping, dubcon-ish but reader wants them to use her like this, unprotected p in v, anal, double penetration, lots of cum, squirting, creampies, mentions of aftercare

A/N: Holy fuck. This might be the filthiest shit I've ever written. Thank you so much for all the praise for part I. 💛 My mind went from there and couldn't hold back all those words full of smut. I ain't lying when I tell you I made a mess of my panties while writing this. 😅🥵

"You still with us, baby?"

Billy's voice sounds muffled when your eyelids flutter open. He kneels in front of the sofa, his eyes trained on yours.

"Yeah," you answer him timidly. "What...what happened?"

"You came like a fucking waterfall while I fucked you dumb." Joe's grinning face appeard next to Billy's.

"Shut up, asshole. Told you not to break her."

"Hey, who told me to make her squirt like old times? She looks pretty alive to me. And you still want to fuck her ass, right?" He pads Billy on the shoulder, sinister smirk in place "She still has your cum all over her pretty face. I bet she would love to have it drippin' out of her tight ass. Ain't that right, baby?"

With some effort you sit up on the sofa. You still feel light-headed from your orgasms, throat raw, body marked with your mixed fluids. Joe reaches forward, two of his fingers swipe over your heated cheek, collecting Billy's cum onto them and offering them to you.

Every part of your body is on fire again when you lock eyes with him and take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to collect Billy's salty spent.

"Good fucking slut," Joe whispers, fucking your mouth slowly with his fingers, making you gag in the process. He feeds you more and more of the cum until your face is more or less clean again.

Billy watches the scene before him and decides to finally undress too. His cock is hardening again at the sight of you, a new rush of arousal flooding his veins.

"Yeah, you definitely like being used," Joe comments proudly while he retreats his fingers from your mouth. A single thread of salvia connects the both of you. His wet fingers wander down your throat, over your collarbone, down again towards your breasts. Your top still dangles there and he doesn't waste a second to rip it from your body, throwing it to the ground carelessly.

His fingers circle your nipples, pinching them while he observes your reaction.

Eyes hooded, mouth agape, your hips move forward, searching friction, anything really to make this aching feeling go away.

Joe just smirks down at you and lowers himself to his knees between your legs. His fingers move south, passing your belly button, south still over your mound and towards your wet folds.

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans down spitting directly onto your clit. His fingers rub his salvia into your folds, leaving you shaking above him.

With practiced movements, he pushes two of his fingers into your hole, pumping them at a steady pace. "Beautiful," he mumbles, watching his cum trickle down the crease of your thigh.

Every movement inside of you has you seeing stars. Your eyes lock with Billy's who watches the both of you with stuttering breaths, hand stroking his cock again. He approaches you, sitting down next to you on the sofa where he has an even better view of Joe fucking you with his fingers.

"We need to prep her, don't you think?" Joe says, eyes turning towards Billy.

"Yeah, we ain't cruel, are we?" His deep voice makes goosebumps appear all over your skin. This right here is far from loving, it's filthy and wrong and degradating but the blinding pleasure they gift you drowns out every logical thought. You want this. You want them to use you, want them to make you theirs.

Joe retreats his fingers, taking some of his cum with him. He circles your thightest hole with his wet fingers, making you gasp and close your legs.

"Nuh uh," he tuts, landing a slap against your inner thigh. "Keep them open."

Billy's hand, which isn't stroking himself, finds a home on your thigh, pushing it down.

"Just like this," Joe comments while his eyes scan your face. "Eyes open too."

Gulping down nervously, you wait for Joe's next move. What you don't expect is him leaning down to lick a broad stripe from your asshole up to your clit, flicking it briefly before sucking it into his waiting mouth. He isn't particularly careful when he suckles on it which makes you moan loudly. The protest of too much is dying in your throat when Billy leans over to capture your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth instantly, making you gasp.

Both are kissing you senseless, their beards scratching deliciously against your heated skin, one of them between your legs, the other one right next to you.

It builds again, the urgent feeling of release, the all-consuming tornado of pleasure. Joe can feel it in the shaking of your legs, your restless whimpers against Billy's mouth.

He pumps his fingers back into you, three this time, and fucks you with them. One rather harsh pull at your clit makes you tip over. You errupt around Joe's fingers, wetting his beard with your release. It isn't as much as before but enough to make Joe pull back and enjoy the view.

He wastes no time, using your high to spread your wetness to your puckered hole. His middle finger circles the tight ring of muscle, then he spits on it and pushes his finger in to the first knuckle. You tense, legs quivering from your latest orgasm and the new sensation.

"Fuck, what a damn sight," Billy observes, watching Joe sink more and more of his finger into your tight hole.

"Good little slut, just like this." Joe's finger retreats, dipping into your cunt again to gather some more wetness. He sinks his finger back into your asshole, pumping it lazily before he decides to add his index finger.

The stretch is nearly too much. You whimper from the intrusion but Joe is relentless. He opens you up like a flower, pumping his fingers into your ass before pushing them into your pussy again. He keeps this rhythym for quite some time, slicking up your tight channel, before he decides to push three fingers in your already gaping hole.

"Fuck, Daddy...too...too much," you gasp, trying to get Billy's attention too but he's working his cock harder and harder while staring at your used holes.

"It isn't. Especially not compared to Billy's cock," Joe reminds you.

After a while he has some kind of mercy with you, a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him. He retreats his fingers, getting up from the floor. With dark eyes, he bends down towards your ear.

"Want me to spank that wet pussy again while Billy my boy takes a dip? I think you deserve a reward for being such an obedient whore, letting us stuff your holes."

At his words you visibly shake, a whimper leaving your mouth. You have no idea if you can take more but your body betrays your mind. The nod you give him makes Joe grin diabolically.

"Fucking slut loves this kinky shit," he comments towards Billy. "C'mere Butcher, need you to keep her pinned on your cock."

Now it's Billy's turn to lift you onto his lap. He is fast and almost too rough with you when he grasps your arms to pull you into his lap, your back hitting his sweaty chest.

"Want me to fuck you, baby? Say it. Need to hear it from you."

You can't see Billy's face in this position, though you have a good idea how wild and absolutely dangerous he has to look right now. If Joe's gaze is even a tiny indicator for their hunger, Billy will surely destroy you from the inside out.

"Shit, Billy...want you to...fuck me, please. Need your big cock."

Billy laughs behind you, taking his cock, briefly massaging your sensitive folds with the head of it before he sinks himself into your pussy, hands flying to your hips, grabbing your flesh possessively. The cry leaving your lips is desperate and needy, the stretch of his cock and the fast rhythym he sets deliciously painful.

Joe watches you writhe on top of Billy, his own fingers pump his cock slowly.

There's another orgasm building inside of you, but before it can errupt, Billy pulls out and lays back against the sofa so he can pull you down with him. The new position allows him to reach your other whole better while presenting Joel your puffy and sodden folds. He reaches around to take a hold of his cock, guiding it towards your asshole, the head resting against it. His other hand lays itself over your stomach, securing your position.

"Here it comes, baby, relax for me."

He pushes in, the head popping into your tight hole and you scream. It's burning despite you being all slicked up and the stretch is so much, you don't know if you can handle another inch. Your eyes are screwed shut, nails leaving marks on Billy's arm while he pushes himself into you.

"Shh, doin' good. You feel so fucking tight, baby," Billy praises.

Just as you are about to make him pull out again, Joe's fingers graze your clit, petting it lightly to distract you from the discomfort.

"Good fucking girl, let him in. Yeah, like this."

Billy thrusts into you inch by inch until he's buried all the way. The moan leaving his lips is louder than what you are used from him.

"Fucking hell, she's squeezing me motherfucking good, tightest hole I've ever had," he tells Joe who still plays with your clit to loosen you up.

Billy pulls all the way out before he pushes into you again, building up his thrusts while Joe starts to spank your pussy again, rubbing you in between.

There are no words to describe the feeling building inside of you. It's intense, the dull pain from before suddenly gone, replaced by another, more delicious pain delivered by Joe's hand. You moan and babble nonsense while both men work you up the edge.

"Fuck Joe, she's about to cum again," Billy warns while Joe slaps you in quick succsession, making more and more wetness spread and trickle down towards where Billy fucks you faster and faster.

There's no turning back, you spiral into the next high, making a mess of the three of you, your release so intense it makes you shake on top of Billy.

"Yeah, fuck, more, give us more," Joe demands, but instead of using his hand, he comes closer and guides his cock into your dripping pussy.

Words have long left your brain, a silent scream of pleasure the only reaction your body can muster. You feel so full, so goddamn full. There's nowhere to go, you are pinned between their strong bodies and the only thing you can do is let them use you, fuck into you roughly, fuck you towards another orgasm. There's no strength in you left when you cum again, pushing both of them out while you shake uncontrollably between them, your release making a wet mess.

"Fucking shit," Billy moans, thrusting into you again while Joe does the same. Both of them lose their rhythym, searching for their own release within your used holes. It doesn't take long for them to cum too, painting your insides with their seed.

Your ears are ringing. White spots are dancing in front of your closed eyes. Your heart hammers inside of your chest, breaths short, body sweating. You feel like jelly from head to toe, there's no part of your body which isn't aching. You have never cum so many times and this intense in your life.

Billy and Joe pull out of you a few moments - or an eternity, you can't tell - later. Their seed is dripping out of you and for a quick heartbeat you expect Joe to run his filthy mouth but he surprises you with a sensual kiss.

"Good girl, so fucking good to us," you hear Billy whisper below you, his fingers ghosting over your heated skin. "Let's get you cleaned up."

[satoruhour]

a/n: INTENSE rambling about gojo’s dimples / jjk manga spoilers (alluding to a physical feature of gojo, rather than a plot point) + includes manga panels under the cut + mini barbie spoilers? lol, just a warning if you haven’t watched it! / 0.8k ✶

if satoru notices your recent fascination with his smile, he doesn’t say anything, and rather lets your finger trace over the skin of his face. over the stark white lashes of his eyes to the peculiar double eyelids that ran through the gojo clan. your fingers like to leave trails of unspoken admiration over the skin of his pale cheeks, blushed red from the cold of the tokyo winter to the plump, shiny pair of lips — it’s because he liked to lick them so much.

it first starts out when you’re on the brink of death (gojo puts it that way, you were just immensely tired from fighting a regenerative curse) that you’ve made such a startling discovery, poking at the dip in his cheek in an almost robot-like way before you let out one last sigh, fainting from the fatigue.

and later in shoko’s office, you’re doing it again to his sleeping form, angled toward you while he sat in an uncomfortable chair, hand tightly clutching onto yours. the sight melts your heart, moreso when he leans into your gentle finger, drawing over the familiarity of your love.

“baby! baby, oh my god, you’re awake— let me go get s—”

“stay with me, ’toru,” you mumble, already feeling tired again from the toll which took over your body.

the same soft smile that he donned matches the one in the kitchen just a week ago, enjoying the mediocrity of the morning with your lover. gojo is situated between your legs as you brush the hairs from his face, staring at you with a tug on his heart and trembling breaths. your hands have abandoned your coffee cup, left to the side while you just map out the coordinates of his eyes, his sharp nose, the same plump lips that now frequents your strawberry lip balm.

“why’re you so pretty?” you mumble mindlessly, thumbs subconsciously dipping into the dimples beside his smile. the smile that is only reserved for you, like the one in shoko’s office.

gojo’s smile widens into a grin now as he leaves the question unanswered, mainly because he’s wondering why you’re the one asking the question when he feels like you could rival a goddess and win by miles; when he feels like the ache of his knees from worshipping you is worth every bruise.

“should be asking you that, sweetness,” satoru’s voice is raspy from just waking up, scooting closer to the kitchen counter which you’re propped on and pulling your closer, “you paralyse me each time my eyes lay on you.”

you roll your eyes with a giggle, leaning in for a soft kiss laced with dawn’s morning light of blue and purple, humming needily when you feel his hands wander over your body, squeezing and kneading at your waist. and before he turns away to go ahead with the day (not without a little complaining and more kisses — he’s just so drunk on you), he doesn’t miss the way your eyes drop to his lips again, or rather, to the right side of his mouth.

satoru makes a mental note to ask you about it the next time you do it, a stroke of luck when you’re having movie night two days later and instead of staring at ryan gosling yell “SUBLIME!”, you’re admiring gojo’s smile once again and the slight tip of his head when he giggles at the movie.

“you’re not entirely secretive, y’know?” the other simply pulls you closer, satisfied with having you under his embrace and relishing in being able to see how your cheeks heat up with his six eyes. he’s watched barbie once already, so he doesn’t exactly need to pay attention.

“why’d you keep poking my cheek, baby, hm?” gojo is not opposed when you straddle him on the couch, bringing two thumbs to the corners of his mouth and pulling, an exaggerated smile spreading across his face that you can’t help but let out a loud laugh; he catches your wrists and laughs with you, littering little kisses to your fingers.

“why do you like my smile so much?”

“nothin’,” you whisper, “it’s more of your dimples, actually.”

“oh?” gojo’s lips stretch into a smile he usually gives his students, finger feeling around on his cheek for the familiar dip. to be honest, even he didn’t really pay attention to his features, pressing incessantly at the area once he’s found the dimple. “didn’t even know i had…”

“oh, you do!” satoru trails off as he lets you ramble about the many many times you’ve seen it, focused more on the way your eyes gleam in the dim living room light. he’s fixated on the smell of your shampoo and the illumination of your body from the tv’s light.

at least, in this hour, the sorcerer could wish for everything a normal life could bring; a life where he isn’t weighed down by the title of the strongest, where he could listen to you talk about the features on his face and watch barbie with you.

gojo satoru learns more and more about himself through the lens of your eyes — a love letter sealed with the saccharine strawberry you apply every morning and your whispered confessions that hold a multitude of suns to leave his fingertips blazing and heart soaring.

god i love him sm :(

[seonghw4ffles]

falling asleep on his arm

" i said i love you to death "

playing pretty u ..

ateez hyung line x gn!reader

au: a table of four in a class lecture

genre: fluff, a whole joke, trolling, comfort, js two young silly loverbirds

w/c: 1.8k

summary: no matter how much you try to stay awake you fell asleep anyway...... on your untrustworthy boyfriend. (except for seonghwa's ngl)

tw: physical bashing out of love, "i hate you" = i love you, minor swearing, immaturity, rocket ship drawings

note: BARELY PROOFREAD!! i slept in robotics class and i wish this happened to me 😭😭 and WHY is my ult bias the SHORTEST ONE

the time passes and the class gradually comes closer and closer to its end. that's what you kept telling yourself.

"it's still twenty minutes into a double session, dammit," you whisper to yourself, slamming the table so slightly.

"y/n?? are you sleepy?? little snoozle pook can't stay awake :3" your boyfriend teases, leaning over to your side, to look at your front with some baby ass face.

"oh shut up," you laugh, placing your falm right on his face and pushing it away.

for a while, you kept fighting your heavy eyelids, all to no avail. if you were a candle, you would have already been a plate of soup.

you fold your arms against the surface of the table and you close your eyes. you're just closing your eyes. you're listening, but maybe just rest your eyes for a little.

you trusted yourself a little too much. you fell into slumber, without the intent. but you know what else you didn't intend? sleeping against your boyfriend's arm.

; SEONGHWA — ☆

he's just so sweet

he's talking to mingi, when he feels weight on his right

"y/n?" he says, right before discovering that you're asleep

oh he freezes

his heart goes ballistic

he's a stone he literally DOES NOT MOVE

you make this very uncomfortable position feel so nice :(

he's so much better at freezing when you sleep on him,, rather than when he is asked 'english or spanish'

my guy feels so so lucky that you're on him

he's so distracted by gazing at your effortless beauty, with your natural, rested face

he keeps staring at you like a loser he's just so immersed

he's so worried for you and your sleep schedule, so he tries his very best to keep you asleep

and when mingi from his opposite side was gonna say something to him, he immediately gets shut down

"aye seo-"

seonghwa widens his eyes as a gesture, and stares at mingi demonically.

make a sound, and he will burn down the entire campus.

yeah and mingi just goes back to his business

seonghwa turns back to you, now with softened eyes

the way you look so comfortable on him makes his heart flutter

and then you move and mumble, and he turns pale, as if your consciousness is his biggest fear

"oh.. seonghwa…" you mutter.

when you try get up from his arm out of embarrassment, he immediately takes his other hand and gently wraps it around your hair, softly pushing you back down on him.

he gently caresses you a little bit. "please sleep more," he whispers to you in a voice of worry.

you smile, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel his hands embracing you. the way he allows you to do these things. it's so sweet, the way he makes it so obvious that he loves you.

; HONGJOONG — ☆

okay this guy just trolls you

he immediately sees that youre asleep. "y/n?" he mutters, and no response.

surprised or not,, he only said that to make sure you're ACTUALLY asleep, and oh this kids taking it to advantage

ngl he's now drawing on your notebook with his other hand, conquering the edges and the sides wholeheartedly with a BLUE PEN

all youre beautiful and colourful and neat pretty notes are now absolutely demolished with his DOODLES in BLUE PEN

and its definitely rocketships (that consists of two circles and a big fat oval 😓😓)

im sososo sorry i js have a spot in my heart where i believe in a childish immature 12 year old hongjoong

he's all smiling as he does all this, knowing you're gonna beat him up, but thats the fun adrenaline part

OOOO he has an idea

he opens his large pencilcase, before taking out a stack of posted notes that he had never used before. his smile is so grimacing that it's almost terrifying

he writes down: 'shh i am mewing' on a sticky note

and then he carefully, so carefully sticks it to the back of your sweater

along with many other sticky notes and now youre back is just full of tiny yellow papers

oh hes having a bit too much fun rn hes losing it😭😭

he's mega uncontrollably laughing but no sound comes out of him

but then he accidentally wakes you up HELP

oh hes so fucked

he holds his laughter as you start to breathe deeply, slowly rising from your sleep

"hongjoong…" you mumble, to your boyfriend, stretching

you notice that hongjoong's being weird. he's refusing to speak, frozen in place, and shoving his fist in his mouth

what is happening

you're confused as you look to the notebook in front of you, and you realise

"joong, what the fuck," you mutter, and he bursts out laughing HELP EMEJDNDKSN

"IM SORRY I COULDN-"

"YOURE SO ANNOYING WTF"

youre both screaming whispering as you speak, of course, due to A VERY SPECIFIC unforgivable lecturer

and youre in FURY while hes just laughing silently but maniacally

"when do you grow up," you smack his back. he giggles, turning to you with a wide smile.

"never cus you love me too much," he replies.

you smack him harder, now giggling too.

despite him being annoying, his childlike self is what brings you peace. someone who sees with a youthful perspective embraces all the beauty of the world. he makes you believe in eternal joy, that everything is magnificent, and your worries are always so little when you're with him.

"uhm.. y/n…," wooyoung states with a giggling voice from your other side, and you feel his fingers prickling your back.

you immediately look back, and you see sticky notes in his fingers

its full of 'shh i am mewing' and 'im stupid' and doodles of questionable rocket ships

is he… is he trying to stick these disgraceful notes on you?

"what the hell are you doing??!?>?!?>!?>"

"huh?"

oh you jump him

"WAIT Y/N WAIT IT WASNT ME I WAS TAKING THESE OFF NO WAIT PLEASE" wooyoung screams

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS"

"NO SERIOUSLY IT WASNT ME IT WAS HONGJOONG"

"YOURE BLAMING THIS ON HONGJOONG??!??"

joongie now has his fist so much deeper into his mouth, facing the other side and just crying at this point

oh and ur being a bit too loud

"WOOYOUNG AND Y/N BEHAVE" the lecturer yells

you both settle down just for the sake of the lesson

you side eye wooyoung like CRAZY and he replies wide eyed with a massive shrug mouthing "WHAT DID I DO"

hongjoong leans into the conversation maturely and says "guys calm down, and wooyoung apologise cuz thats so rude"

wooyoung bursts into tears

; YUNHO — ☆

he just immediately tries to wake you

oh as soon as he knows he immediately wants wakes you up

he leans into you as you sleep, like he's observing every part of your pretty face

"bebbbbiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

he loves, loves your face so much

like you look so beautiful

and for fun, he blows your face

he just blows on your face, and your hair flies but you STILL dont wake up

your cluelessness entertains him

he pats your head,, messing with your hair

HELP WHY ARENT U WAKING UP

so he starts singing lullabies to you

not really lullabies but kick back yk chainsaw man opening cus why not

and he's NOT sweetly singing to you with a soft voice but rather the opposite

he's emphasising every syllable to annoy you

happy de ume tsukushite rest in peace made ikou ze ykykykykyk

"what are you doing" you say, louder than expected with your eyes still closed. you jumpscared him a little

bro he JUMPED at your sudden response

and then his fright turned immediately to joy and smiles and he starts poking ur face as you're on his arm :3

HE TREATS YOU LIKE A CUTE LIL DOG LMAOOOO

he LOVES to annoy you

he mercilessly just pokes every part of ur face out of ur severe cuteness

"boop oh who's a cutie little patootie boop boop oh its you ofc boopboopboopboopboop"

"stop"

"no"

you wrap your fingers around his wrist and push him away, like you're more than just frustrated. even though you refuse to lift your head from his arm; he knows you're having fun, really. and you know he knows.

"i hate you," you say, with a tone that heavily matches the phrase.

"i love you too <3"

; YEOSANG — ☆

he loves to mess around with you

"dude what are you doing," he says, interrupted from the lecture as soon as he realises the weight on his arm from your side

you don't reply, and he immediately finds that you're sleeping

it was all silent but the lecturers voice, but we don't talk about that old grumpy hag piece of shir

yeosang catches san who's sitting beside you, staring and wildly amused by the situation

san is no1 yeo(y/n) shipper frfr

yeosang is KNOWN to be playfully refusing affection half the time, so why not mess with you now

he leans his head closer to your hair and sniffs, before immediately making the most disgusted nasty nauseous ahh face

he starts moving his arm that you're on as if he doesn't want you on him

that's also while he makes unappealing sounds for the attempt of waking you, imitating the sounds of throwing up to the smell of your hair when he thinks deep down that it isn't even CLOSE to smelling bad

HELP

san is astonished and does a hand gesture of concern, mouthing "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" in the most silent and respectful way possible

and then you wake up.

you hear these weird noises that sound like yeosang's voice as you shuffle yourself out of sleep

your brain starts working again

youre completely ASHAMED of yourself for falling asleep on his arm

and not only that, you SWEAR you heard him making gagging sounds as if you're gross

but for a second, just a second, you denied it cus hes ur nice and pretty boyfriend

"yeo-"

and immediately out of the gate he WIPES HIS WHOLE ASS ARM ON YOU as if you're some sort of unhygienic monster

"ewwww *gags*"

.

you're pissed. oh you're SO pissed rn like you JUST woke up and THIS is how you're treated???????

you instantly look around the room, and you're eyes land on a seat in the corner.

"yk, the empty table looks real sexy today"

yeosang chuckles wickedly. "too bad that im sexier"

san loses it and dies of some fuckass laughter

'hehehahahuhu' nah bro you get up to move u don't care what the teacher says getting out of here this kid has violated you 9487393 times

"wait y/n wait im joking wait come back"

yeosang's lightly laughing as he catches your wrist with his absolute sleeper build strength that he so easily pulls you back no matter how much you fight

you regret standing up cuz now you're locked

"you're a jerk," you huff, feeling his arm around your shoulder now tightened beyond an extent.

yeosang laughs. "i know," he teases, pressing his forehead to yours with a wide, pretty smile.

you love the way that this bond is so full of warmth and enjoyment. you love the way he has a soft side for you. you love the way he loves you, and you love him too.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[lavenderstars-blog]

Blueberriès ~ Kylian Mbappè

Parrings: Kylian mbappè × Reader [oc]

Summary: You are pregnant with twin boys and you find out your mother in law had the same craving as you have when she was pregnant with your husband aka kylian.

Tags: #kylain mbappè # twins # twinboys #dad kylian # pregnant reader # pregnancy # food cravings # fluff # mother in law #real madrid # footballer # love# care # ultrasound pic # romantic husband # caring hubby # kissing #affectionate

You are currently seven months pregnant with this huge belly around you, wherever you used to go people around you used to think that your due is near.

But it would suprise them when you used to tell them that you are pregnant with twins. Yes twins and that two boy twins, you still remembered how kylian cried tears of happiness after getting to know that he is going to be a dad of twins.

He couldn't stop kissing your belly, saying now there is not one but two of them so he has to double his kissing.

Today you were invited over at his family for dinner, it was a sunny afternoon, you were currently resting on kylian's naked chest. While his big hands were gently messaging your belly with oil.

He loves doing this, taking care of you and his babies. He has always pampered you with care.

~~

Not to tell when we got to know the gender, he quickly ordered everything for their nursery and the next day when you woke up you didn't saw him next to you, so you were worried you searched him in the Whole house, but found him inside the nursery room which you made for the babies, he was arranging everything for his boys, wearing nothing but just boxers. 

His back was facing you, so you cleared your throat to get his attention, and certainly you did got his attention. He looked behind his back and saw your leaning at door of the room, with your one hand on your swollen belly protectively occasionally caressing your belly. Wearing just his loose shirt with few buttons done to cover your cleavage and chest and one of his shorts with your belly on full display.

Because certainly nothing fits you, you even cried about this to kylian, and he as a gentleman gave you his clothes and praised you on being the mother of his kids. He smiled whole heartedly seeing you and came towards you with slow steps, sneaking his arms around your belly he pulled you closer but your pregnant belly was stopping him from closing the distance, he leaned in, you too close your eyes to feel his lips. You have realized you have become extra clingy towards him, these days always wanting to kiss him and he doesn't mind that tho but rather enjoys it.

He kissed your lips passionately devoring every bit of your mouth, while caressing your waist, while you had your hands on his nape, after few seconds he pulled apart after seeing you lacking for breath.

He looked at your swollen red lips glistening as it is coated with his saliva. You couldn't look more beautiful to him, heavily pregnant with his boys, wrapped around his arms in his clothes.

~~

Hearing kylian's heartbeat laying on his chest in a warm and comfortable bed, while he massages you is not less than a paradise.You were getting too sleepy, Because of the massage and the comfortable position laying on his chest wasn't helping you either.

You didn't mind take a little nap, slowly and gradually you fell asleep.

Kylian looked at you, while his large hands still on your belly. On seeing your eyelids closed, he smiled a little, he gently placed a peck on your forehead. He laid you back on bed comfortably, covering your body with a duvet. He went to the closet to get you a comfortable dress which you will be wearing tonight for the dinner. He took out a pretty off shoulder dress in baby blue colour. He also took out his attire for the night.

He left to do some work, after sometimes you woke up from your peacefully slumber, you scrunched  your nose in pain and discomfort, you realized your not laying on kylian anymore, you opened your eyes blinking, rubbing your eyes with a yawn, you called out kylian in almost a whisper "ky, amor". Hearing no response you tried to get up from the bed with great difficulty, somehow you managed it and stood up. At the same time kylian entered with a tray of food.

He quickly placed the food tray and came towards your side asking " what happened why are you up, do you wanna use the washroom?" He bombarded you with questions.

You shook your head " I didn't saw you here so I got up to find you" kylian expressions quickly changed into relief. He smiled at you and made you sit on bed and said " I went to made lunch for us. " He brought the tray to you. You guys ate your lunch together.

~~

It was already evening and you were getting ready while kylian was still in a towel, well you guys took a shower together, and he was helping you get ready first.

He was zipping your dress from behind, after fixing your dress he combed your hair and made you wear your shoes. All this time you were looking at him and felt emotional, you were so lucky to have him.

He quickly placed a kiss on your lips " I'll get ready quickly " you nodded your head.

He took his boxers with his pants and wore it , he took the shirt which placed beside you and wore it. You got up and came towards him and started buttoning his shirt. He placed his hands on your waist.

While you were buttoning the shirt the bump was coming in between you saw kylian leaning in kissing you passionately. You guys pulled apart after few seconds.

Kylian got into the car after getting you inside first. He started the car driving towards his parents house.

On reaching their house, you guys were welcomed by Ethan your brother in law.

You got inside and met your mother in law. There were not many people invited for the dinner. There were few cousins of kylian and their kids were there.

After the dinner ended, everyone left only kylian and you were left Ethan went to his friends house for night stay. So it was just you kylian and his parents.

You were sitting on the comfortable couch. You sighed, you were a little tired but the dinner was good. Everyone one excited for the new babies. While you were rubbing your belly your mother in law came to you with a glass of water, offering it to you. You took it thanking her. She sat down next to you, you smiled at her and drank some water quenching your thirst. As you placed the cup down, kylian's mother asked you about your visit to the doctor two days ago. You told her about the ultrasound, she asked " do you have the ultrasound pictures" you nodded with a grin and took out the ultrasound picture from your bag and showed it to her.

She was so happy seeing that, you see tears forming in her eyes. Seeing that you quickly hugged her. She patted you head asked you about your pregnancy cravings.

Well you had very weird cravings during your pregnancy, you were a little self conscious about this but neither less you told her because she has always treated you like her own child.

You knew she was not gonna judge you so you told her the two weird cravings you have been having throught this whole time.

" I have been this weird cravings, like eating bacon with pickels and I have been wanting to eat alot of spicy food." You said to her with small smile displayed on your face.

She looked at you with a suprised expression, and she exclaimed" I had the exact same craving during my pregnancy with kylian" she placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and went to call your father in Law and your husband and told them about this.

As she was telling, she remembered she might have had a photo of her, so she went to her room in exicitment.

You smiled at her excitement, she is so eager to be a grand mother. You shared a glance with kylian, he smiled and sat down beside you. Your father in law also sat opposite to you guys.

You saw your mother in law coming down from stairs with excitement with a photo album in her hands.

She quickly came towards to show the pics.

She took out a picture and sat beside you showing you.

You took the picture in your hand, it was a picture of her sitting in a comfortable chair with one hand holding her belly and from other hand she was eating bacon with pickels.

You were amazed, such a coincidence you were having the exact same craving which she had when she was pregnant with kylian.

You laughed with your mother in law " it's such a strange coincidence "

You looked towards kylian and smiled at him, he looked into your eyes intensely and placed his warm big hand on your small soft hands which were resting above your baby bump.

The night ended like that with you resting your head on kylian shoulder amd him rubbing your baby bump with his big hands. While his parents were sitting across you guys while watching kylian's baby videos when kylian was a new born.

All of us were thrilled to meet the youngest memebers of the family looking forward on meeting them.

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🧸𐙚‧₊°✩₊°⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚✩ ₊˚☁️⊹♡✮⋆˙✧˚🧸

Credits to the real owner of the pictures.

I hope you guys like it.🎀

English is not my first language kindly ignore any mistakes. 🍒

[gummyfang]

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ Perv König  ´ˎ˗

➳　【K ö n i g　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐠/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was SUPPOSED to be headcanons. no clue what happened here, it kinda turn into word vom so if it's kinda shit dont come at me. also I made Konig bi hehe. I had some more ideas but this got a bit long and i got lazy so let me know if you'd like a second part to this ♡

Deprivation of touch and sexual attention is nothing unheard of at a location such as a military base. With little ways to relieve their frustration, most men are forced to resort to fantasy as they rub one out.

König was no different. And really, he didn’t have a problem with it. He was never a man who needed much to get going, the mental image of random men and women enough to have him cum all over his hand. It wasn’t desperation for him, just routine. Masturbation was just what helped him relax after a physically and emotionally taxing day. That is, until you came into the picture.

The first time König saw you, he wasn’t being too weird about you. Just watching KorTac’s rookie members walk on by, as he checked them out one by one, his steely gaze lingered on you.

Maybe it was the way you looked so pathetic, doe-like eyes wide as you shuffled along like a lost little deer. Or perhaps it was the way your combat cargo pants (despite not being meant to fit tightly) hugged nicely around your ass. You’d caught König’s attention.

It wasn't until you approached him that he really started taking interest in you. Being such a large man with a reputation for being ruthless on the battlefield did not make König a very approachable man, and he wasn't exactly keen on mingling with strangers either. So when you approached him for his help with a tangled strap on your gear, he was pleasantly surprised.

You apologized quietly and continuously, embarrassed you had to ask for help from someone with so much more experience so early on. Little did you know König was enjoying himself quite a bit.

With a gruff chuckle, his thick fingers started working on untangling the mess of straps and clasps, making him wonder how the fuck you managed to do this in the first place.

His fingers traced your back gently, the light shudder you tried to hide not going unnoticed to the large man.

God, you looked so fucking cute and petite sitting down under him like this. König's eyelids slid down as he sunk into thoughts, thinking back to your doe-like gaze.

Before he knew it, his fingers slid away from the straps to explore along your body, tracing along your sides. Your shirt moved up a little as he did, exposing your lower back. Your underwear was peaking out from under the waist of your trousers, just enough to let the teasing view settle in his mind. König felt his cock twitch in his pants, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

He was grateful he still had his sniper hood up. If anyone could see him, well... he looked fucking depraved.

His name floating from your lips snapped him back out of his trance, his large hands quickly dropping back down. He mutters a shitty excuse about checking the other straps, before finally untangling the mess. He excuses himself, and before you can get another word in, he's seen himself out.

That night, his cock felt ten times as sensitive as usual. König tugged it out of his boxers with little grace before fucking his fist animalistically. Where his mind was usually filled with faceless, nude bodies, the picture in his mind had now taken a clearer shape. It was you.

He thought of your pretty waist, how he could hold onto it as he fucked his cum into you. And that underwear, God.

As he bucked into his fist and the spurts of white liquid made his hand sticky, he knew something changed in him. Jacking off by himself like this wasn't going to keep him satisfied. He needed more.

The depravity got to König quickly. Soon, his masturbation sessions doubled. Where he'd usually only satisfy himself at the end of the day, he now found himself waking him hard as a rock with lewd fantasies of you drifting through his mind. Not bothering to wait until his morning wood dissipated, he instead decided using the material his depraved mind provided him with would be easier anyways.

Soon, when he wasn't busy himself, König could frequently be found overseeing rookie training from a distance, though there was really only one he had eye for.

Could you blame him? You were practically asking to be stared at, the way you kept bending over as if you were begging for him to come over and shove you to the floor and have his way with you right then and there.

Each of your little curves and movements were stored in König's memory, only for him to jack off to later.

At first he'd tried being subtle about it. Although he was drawn to you, there was some shame tied to his actions. Eyeing up a new recruit like this? And this often? People would start talking if he weren't careful.

But slowly, it was like he forgot he was supposed to feel ashamed for this. Where he used to find excuses to go to the training room to seek you out, usually claiming it was his turn to clean the training equipment, he now just started leering at you from the doorway.

After all, it was much easier to look at you where his view wasn't obscured by other rookies or equipment.

Then, eventually, just watching you bend your sweaty body in those positions wasn't enough for König. He needed you. Your essence. Anything that had to do with your body.

He didn't act on it. At least, not at first. König was not stupid. His perverse gazes could land him some social repercussions among his peers, but actually going behind your back to pleasure himself with your belongings? That could get him in serious shit.

But then the opportunity presented itself to him on a silver platter. You'd left the radio on your bed in a hurry, and you wouldn't have enough time to eat if you went out to grab it. But of course kind-hearted König didn't mind getting it for you.

Your barracks were empty. His heavily thudding footsteps echoing off the walls and breathing were the only noises he could hear. Your bed wasn’t hard to spot with the small radio thrown on the pillow.

But as he moved to pick it up, he caught a whiff of your scent. Immediately, his cock twitched in his pants. He’d been growing closer to you, and as he did, your scent became one of many aspects that reminded him of how much you turned him on.

But now, here he was, his stiff member forming a tent in his pants as he stood there, all alone. He felt his ears heat up at the realization what his body and mind were screaming for him to do.

For a moment, he convinced himself to just pick up your radio and force his legs to walk himself back out. But as soon as he leaned over to snatch it off the pillow, his shin bumped against the edge of the bed, and he clumsily tumbled onto the sheets.

As soon as his nose was shoved into the sheets, he knew he was done for.

He knew this was wrong. For the first time since he’d met you, he was struck by feelings of actual shame as he writhed around to make himself comfortable, before pulling his cock out and hurriedly pumping his hand up and down.

As he was lying down on your bed, those scenes of you doing sit-ups in those tightly fit pants started replaying in his mind. He whimpered softly as he pressed his thumb down on the head of his cock, the thought of you sleeping here tonight none the wiser of what happened only made him hornier.

A vein popped up on the back of his hand as the grip on the smooth fabric of the sheets tightened, pressing it over his mouth and nose.

Your scent drove him crazy. It offered him a figment of the proximity he imagined when he stroked his cock to your image every night.

His thumb rolled over the head of his cock, the digit gathering some of the precum leaking out the tip to lube up his rough strokes.

A loud moan muffled by the sheets erupted from his throat before his spend was spilling over his hand and abdomen. Thank fuck he'd pulled up his shirt a little.

A few drops leaked onto your bed, but he couldn't be bothered to clean those up. The thought of you sleeping with his semen under your sheets only turned him on more.

God, he felt so fucking dirty.

He knew he was done for. He'd never cummed this hard before in his life. Every single aspect of you turned him on, he needed you.

But you'd be none the wiser. He'd make sure of that, König thought to himself as he wiped away the fluids. He pulled his pants back up and fixed up your bed, before grabbing the radio and heading back out as if nothing happened.

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@rahmown @catou1305 @johfaam0 @tulipsbymybed

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

I need you all to understand that yes Kyle Gaz Garrick whimpers during sex. IDK this also came to me in a fevered haze lol. Enjoy

18+mdni nothing but porn y'alls for my baby Kyle. Uhm AFAB reader. Amazon Position

Title: Role Reversal

CoD one-shot master list

You're on top, but no, it's not the cowgirl position he likes. It's a new one you had to ease him into doing. Showed him a few porn videos of girls and guys trying this position. For once, he'd get to be a pillow princess, and all he can do is lay there and take it.

The position is called the amazon position, and it's safe to say he loves it. And you love it too.

Kyle is prone on his back, at the mercy of you fucking him. It took some used to getting the angle right, but when you managed to slide down on to him, he gasped. The way you were able to clench rhythmically with each thrust of your hips. You felt a sense of pride each time you slid onto him, his legs propped up on the crook of your elbows. Each little movement earned a gasp from him. His hands fisted the sheets, and his brow was furrowed.

"Fuck- babe," He whispers and closes his eyes. When he lets out a breathy moan, you quicken your movements. There's a hitch in his breathing as he tries to control himself, you're not having that.

He never goes easy on you until you're babbling and crying, and even then, his mercy isn't so easily given. One leg of his gets wrapped around your waist, and your free hand presses down onto his neck. It's another thing you asked to do to him, choke him lightly, just enough for him to float.

"Kyle, you look so pretty like this." You coo to him. Your eyes are a light with pleasure and mischief. You want the sight of your boyfriend laid out like this seared into your eyelids. "Shit, love my perfect baby." You squeeze his neck, and it earns you a whimper. Your hips pick up speed, and you're clenching and thanking God for all the kegel exercises you've done.

He's thrashing his head and you see the white of his eyes, "fuck~" he whimpers, "babe please~" he's begging.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall is sure to get a noise complaint. A hand of his reaches up and he's trying his best to slow down your hip movements.

"Babe- fuck fuck fuck you're squeezing too tight I can't" He sounds so needy to you and it makes you preen.

"You can take it, Kylie, be my good boy and just take it." Your voice is hard and commanding. You shove his hand away from your stomach, "Don't fight it baby boy, cum as much as you need to yeah?"

The sound of his moans and whimpers echoes just under the rapid sound of skin to skin slapping. You yourself are high off the power of being able to fuck him. There's a slow build-up of pressure in your body, but it's not the same as when he's railing you. Maybe it's the position, the fact that he can't get to your clit and you'll be getting off with penetration alone. You control the pace, the build-up, and the climax, and it thrills you.

"Come on Kyle, you can give me a good one." You huff. A bit of sweat drips down onto him. The visual of his mouth opening and closing riles you up. Your fingers find their way to his lips and spread into a 'V' over his mouth. "Come on sweet boy."

He looks fucked out, but his tongue slips out and traces the shape of your fingers. It's erotic, like a tease of what he wishes he could do to your clit, your folds, and eat you up. There's precum leaking out of you at this angle along with your slick. You feel Kyle twitch inside of you and your efforts double. He's in a pleasurable hell and you're having the time of your life.

The keen that he lets out is pathetic. Disgusting. And you want to pull more of those sounds from him. It suddenly occurs to you that you're close as well, but you won't be over stimulated. You'll be able to over stimulate him.

"Baby, love, please, it's too -" He can barely breathe, and it causes you to gasp, "Fuck-" he groans out deep and low. The warmth of him cummung in you, sends you into a small orgasm. You fuck him through his and you begin to chase after yours.

There are tears in his eyes. He's trying to scoot back, but he's a bit too weak to do that. "No no no Kyle, you can take it." Your hand slips down between you both and you rub your clit and continue to slide on and off of him. You're pulsing around him, it's erratic. Kyle is heaving through his breaths. He's whining for mercy, and there's none for him. Not when your orgasm crashes over you and he cums a second time. He's twitching and wheezing and you can only manage to breathe in deeply.

Slowly, you pull him out of you and lay his legs down. You flop down next to him, panting and pulling him into your arms. He's shivering, and you pull the blanket over you both. Clean up can wait a second for after you both come down from your highs.

"Fuck." Kyle whispers, "Is that what I do to you?" He chuckles.

"Yeah...did you like it?" You ask shyly.

"I did... we should do role reversal more often."

You smile and kiss him on the cheek.

[sleepymarimo]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝.

summary: stuck between the pirate hunter and sorcerer killer... pairing: roronoa zoro x afab!reader x fushiguro toji cw: mdni, threesome (mfm), vaginal sex, creampie, double stuffin', overstimulation, cock drunk reader an: *gestures vaguely* im drunk ok :( need them both :((( wc: 1.3k

you can't say you remember how you got into this predicament. your brain is scrambled, muscles pliant as you mindlessly whine and pant. you're pounded into from behind, strong hands on your hips and keeping you from being lurched forward.

"yeah, keep fuckin' screamin', babydoll." comes a growl from behind you, utter satisfaction lacing each word. toji smacks your ass with a calloused palm, making you cry out. the sound only makes him chuckle, his eyes glued to the red marks forming on your pretty asscheeks. "see if y'can wake up that swordsman, huh?"

your hazy eyes barely register zoro's sleeping form on the bed, sheets haphazardly bunched up against his lower half. you forget how long ago it was that the green haired samurai pumped his hot cum into your cunt, lazily pushing it back in with his fingers before laying down for a nap like it was the most casual thing in the world.

another smack, smack, smack. three quick slaps to your ass bring your focus back on the raven haired man behind you. "t-toji..." you mumble, pathetic sounding as your cheek pressed to the mattress.

not another second passes before zoro stirs, a groan spilling past his lips as his eye opens up, filled with annoyance. "thought i told ya to keep it down…" he grumbles, though the outline of his hard cock against the sheets tells you he doesn't mind all that much.

toji chuckles, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass and pulling you back on him until you're taking his thick cock all the way down to the hilt. "s'what happens when you fuck her too good." he growls, reveling at at how your cunt twitched around him.

you cry out again, seeing white as tears dotted your lashes. "a-ah! i can't! i can't!" sniffling and hiccuping as you attempt to catch your breath, you can do nothing to keep your limbs from wobbling and falling out from beneath you.

the two men barely pay you any mind, caught up in their own world.

"bullshit." zoro scoffs, sitting up and flinging the sheets off of him. "if y'were fuckin' her right, she wouldn't be yappin' so loud."

strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from toji's clutches. the moment of reprieve only lasts for so long, a muffled whine leaving you as zoro positions your feeble form over his hard cock.

he pushes you down on him, splitting you open without a care about how overstimulated you are. his arms wrap around you, one across your shoulders and another over your hips where he holds you flush against his cock.

you sharply inhale and release a choked out moan. "z-zo' wait-!"

there's no warning, no build up before he plants his legs on the mattress and begins ramming into you from below. your cunt squelches embarrassingly loud, your juices dripping down his shaft and onto his thighs.

"fuck, woman." he hisses, his focus unwavering even as your pussy spams around him. "feels good, huh?"

you're too cock drunk to speak properly, your head resting on his chest as you're forced to take what he's giving you. some drool spills past your lips, your eyelids fluttering.

zoro keeps up with his brutal pace, hips snapping into yours as his hands dug into your soft flesh. he clicks his tongue, smug as he looks behind you. "told ya. shut her up real good."

not one to back away from a challenge, toji maintains a cool head, his palm wrapping around the base of his dick as he jerked himself off to how helpless you looked above the swordsman. "fuck off." he climbs on the bed, getting behind you and spreading your ass wide open so he could get a better view of your wet and pulsing cunt.

a quick squeeze, a smack, and then he's positioning the head of his dripping cock at your entrance. "y'gonna take us both babydoll?" he asks, as if you actually had a choice.

still, you frantically nod, babbling yeses and squirming in zoro's hold. when you feel him push into you, your mouth falls open and you sob. "ngh-h! ah!" jolts of pleasure run up your spine and effectively fry your brain, nothing else mattering except the two men before you.

"oh, fuck yes..." toji growls, stuffing his cock in your pretty little cunt alongside zoro's. his hands find purchase on your hips, pushing you further down onto the swordsman as he begins to bless your pussy with short, hard strokes.

zoro holds you tighter as you begin to squirm, a satisfied smirk on his face when he feels your walls pulse. "hah, you like it, don't ya?" he times his thrusts with toji's, his gaze trained on your fucked out face.

you barely register his mocking words and you give a deep groan when a hand roughly smacks your ass, the sound sharp.

toji is kind enough to gently massage your tender flesh, hitting deeper as he leans over you and brings his mouth to your ear. "speak up, babydoll. answer his question. y'too fucked out already?"

he lowers his head, wet tongue licking at the side of your neck before biting down on the vulnerable flesh there. zoro follows suit, lifting his head and roughly bringing his canines down on the other side of your neck.

they work in tandem, like a well oiled machine with the only goal being to push you over the edge.

and you feel it.

fuck, you feel it.

"i-i like it!" you mewl, borderline crying as pressure builds in your navel. your breaths become erratic, their cocks stealing air right out of your lungs. "m'love it!"

smushed between the pirate hunter and sorcerer killer, you're nothing but mush. strong, rough hands are all over you, palming your tits, pinching your nipples and messily rubbing at your clit.

the scent of sweat and sake fill the air, praises and insults whispered in your ears. it all blends together in a lustful, sinful symphony that has you at a loss for words.

your moan echoes throughout the room as you cum on both of their cocks, pussy stuffed so good that it almost hurts. you're gushing around them, your cum dripping from your cunt and soaking the mattress. there's no where for you to go, pinned between these two demons as you cried for mercy.

"fuck, that's it!" zoro snarls, biting down hard on your shoulder and drawing blood. he's quick to lick it up, sucking at the flesh. "so damn tight..."

the glint in toji's eyes is almost predatory, a smirk splitting his face as he revels in your undoing. he licks a stripe on the nape of your neck, his tone coy. "good fucking girl, takin' two cocks like a little slut."

they both cum, your pussy painted white and getting filled to the brim. sweat coats your skin, their hot release getting pushed further into you as they continue to rut against you. your muscles twitch, spent and utterly useless.

their thrusts are shallow, but purposeful. it's a silent competition of who can get their cum deeper into your cunt.

when they finally do relent, pulling out of you with a wet 'pop', you're already halfway into dreamland.

their hands are on you again, kneading your sore flesh and treating you as if you were made of glass.

zoro's tongue swipes across the angry bite marks on your shoulder, his hands massaging your thighs. toji mumbles lewd, affectionate praises against your temple, caressing your reddened asscheeks and groping your tits.

your eyelids are already closing when you hear snippets of their conversation, knowing you'd be in for it when you woke up.

"oi, i wanna get her from behind next time." the swordsman grumbles, gripping your thigh possessively.

toji scoffs and wraps an arm around your waist, tucking your back into his chest and earning a growl from zoro. "fuck off. first come, first serve."

[tiramissyoucake]

Trying my hand at angst, I don't like this but here you go fjsjfdj

Gojo misses reader and is a mitski fan here, sfw, 1.6k words

Satoru knew he was clingy, he knows he can be overbearing with you at times and you've constantly reassured him that it's one of the many qualities you like about him; you even called it cute and compared him to a lost kitten. However, the longer you're gone, the more stressed he gets, thoughts of worry plague his head if they go unanswered for too long—how you are doing? Is everything going smoothly? Did you eat a full proper meal? Are you sleeping well? He never had to worry for long because he would get an answer the next time he sees you, which would usually be the next few hours or the next day.

When you told him about a trip you had to take out of town to visit family and stay with them for a while, he only smiled and helped you pack as anxiety rattled in his chest— as if trying to bring your attention to it. he chooses to remain silent about his worries even after you tell him you'll be gone for over a week, even if every bone in his body is telling him to trap you in his arms and beg you to stay.

Clingliness be damned, he loved you too much to remain separated from you for over a week, let alone a day.

Dread crept at the back of his mind as you explained your trip, why you were going and when will you leave and return, the entire time Satoru tried to listen his mind would wander and begin to memorise your features as you spoke— the shape of your lips, the crinkle in your eyelids, the structure of your nose, god, did he tell you look beautiful? He couldn't recall if he did today.

".. so don't expect fast replies, okay?"

The dumbfounded expression quickly took over Satoru's features as he sat up, he remembered he mentioned he would call or text you if he gets lonely but after that his brain tuned out his surroundings as if preparing itself for a week of loneliness.

".. repeat that for me, Baby? Please?"

"I said the service is pretty bad at my grandparent's place, so don't expect fast replies."

Ah. He was in hell. He had to watch and help you pack, pretend as if this didn't bother him so you wouldn't cancel for his sake, he even saw you off and kept his goodbye short; a simple kiss, hug and a promise for you to stay safe and call him if anything happens. He would have been proud of himself had he not known how lonely the house would be without you.

For the first three days, the phrase "its just under two weeks" became a mantra Satoru would mutter to himself— from the moment he opens his eyes in the morning feeling the empty space next to him, the phrase is echoed in his head. He made the mistake of preparing two cups of coffee in the beginning forgetting you were off with family, that simple mistake triggers a domino effect; it causes him to remember to contact you, he checks his phone and finds messages sent from you in the wrong order, courtesy of terrible service.

Leaving the house did nothing to alleviate the anxieties floating in his mind about you, whenever he passes by a cafe he has to purchase your favorite item off the menu, this time he had to stop himself and double back from the door remembering the meal would rot away in the fridge before your return. Spotting anything remotely related to your interests activates a knee-jerk reaction where he turns to gesture and mention it to you, looking for the spark that would light up your features in excitement— but alas, you were not here.

The days were longer, the nights were colder, Satoru's love blooms whenever he's near you, and yet now that he's alone, his heart is heavy; an overgrown garden.

The week was over. It was finally over, and yet the torture continued. You specifically told him you'd be gone for over a week— he once again repeats to himself "just under two weeks.." Satoru feels tired, and he doesn't know why. Through his meals and activities throughout the days, he would usually share them with you. He wonders if you felt the same exhaustion.

Just as his eyelids began to weigh down from the exhaustion, his phone released melodious chimes. Satoru grunted in annoyance and sat up in the cold bed, tempted to crush the phone in his hand— was he not even allowed to dream of you?

'LOML💘 Calling...'

His heart soared to his throat, everything he wanted to say to you, threatening to spill out before he even tapped the green button. He hurriedly answered and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello? Satoru?"

"... Baby? Can you hear me?" He immediately wanted to make sure of the call's quality. He won't be swindled by fate.

"Oh, thank god- I've been trying to get a hold of you all week! How are you? Is everything okay? I'm so sorry I couldn't contact you." He could hear chatter in the back. "I'm with my cousin. We drove out to this convenience store, and the service is pretty good!— I mean, yeah, it's a little far, but..." You took a breath, speaking too quickly for your lungs to handle."I'm so happy I get to hear your voice, Satoru..!"

everything he wanted to say, you were saying it for him, Satoru knows he's clingy but when you return his clingliness it makes him believe that he was made for you— that he was truly loved by you.

Suddenly, the stress he felt from worrying about you, the overbearing silence of loneliness, your affections pouring to him through the phone, all of these factors shattered him; a sob choked him.

".. yeah - me too..!" Satoru hiccuped as he tried to wipe away forming tears. He can't be upset now. He has to be tough for you.

You didn't miss the sniffle that followed, setting your soda down in the cup holder of the car. You sat up briefly. "Honey? What's wrong?" Your cousin silently signalled they'll return into the store, not wanting to overhear a lover's quarrel. "Did something happen?"

Satoru shook his head, forgetting you couldn't see him. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "No - no, I'm fine.. I'm just really happy to hear from you."

Silence filled the call, a moment ago he was preparing himself to yell at you, cry to you, beg you to come home— now he didn't know what to do with himself as he had everything he wanted listening to him on the other end.

"... Hon? I'm really sorry." He hated how you knew just what to say when he began to crack. "I love you, I promise I'll be home soon, okay?"

You love him. You love him. He felt guily; he finally had a chance to speak with you, and he cried and made you feel like the bad guy, made you apologize for wanting to spend quality time with family, does he even deserve you at this point?

"... okay." Is all he can muster, Satoru always sounds so full of life— but now he just sounds defeated, as if faced with a foe that he couldn't damage or evade whatsoever. It broke your heart.

Satoru traced shapes into the covers that he practically kicked off him when he saw your nickname flash on his phone screen, he began. "Baby?"

"Hm? Yeah?"

".. when you get home, I'm gonna be more selfish with you." His tone was serious. He couldn't help but smile when he heard you laugh. "You're already selfish with me!"

"Hey, I've been very emotionally vulnerable recently, okay?" Satoru felt like the usual dynamic of your conversations is slowly seeping back. It felt right, like finding something he thought he misplaced.

"I'm not complaining, hon. I actually love it." He heard you shuffle a bit. "I think you deserve to be a little selfish. You've been so good for me lately, haven't you?"

Of course, he should've expected this from you; you're his smart girl. Of course you would notice how strained he seemed before you went on your trip.

"I thought I hid it pretty well.."

"Satoru."

".. what?" He grew wary of your unimpressed tone. He didn't slip up, did he?

"You were listening to Mitski all week." Ah, your shared music subscription gave him away.

"She perfectly puts my emotions into words, okay? So sue me!"

"I know, hon! But you were listening to First Love / Late Spring. What was I supposed to think?"

The conversation continues, from Lyricism to current routines to favourite cafe desserts. For the first time in a week, Satoru felt safe and comfortable enough to sleep.

Your conversation lulled him to a sleepy state, he could hear you shuffle and move about, he could hear the car start, your family commenting on your dynamic with him, even if the sound was minimised as the phone speaker was only moderately audible, as long as he could hear your voice then he was happy.

"So, either Wednesday or Tuesday..?" Satoru asked groggily after you explained your situation.

"Yeah - I'm hoping Tuesday, but we don't know yet, I'll drive back to the convenience store and tell you once I know." It sounded like a joke, but he knows you would do it.

"Baby- no, I can wait, I swear—"

"Can you, though?" He could hear the smile in your voice, Satoru let out a breathless laugh.

"... nah, I don't think I can."

[soaps-mohawk]

More tame and domestic CRCB thought since it lives rent-free in my mind:

Price has to REALLY watch Omega when they take her to the store, especially if she veers towards the skincare section. He made the mistake once of letting her just throw shit in the cart, thinking it was a lot, but maybe she's really intense about skincare. Whatever.

Until he finds her smearing a peel-off mask over his nose because he has blackheads. She's on his lap, holding his face as tight as she can so he can't look away.

Soap and Gaz probably seek her out. Gaz, I imagine, probably takes pretty good care of his own face. Has his own skincare. Soap uses a bar of hand soap and cold water, but he runs to her like a puppy once a week just to have his face massaged with whatever she deems necessary.

Ghost gets off easy. Until he starts taking off his mask. Then she's chasing him with makeup remover and cotton pads to scrub off the eyeblack that he sleeps in because 'it'll rub off eventually anyway.'

I mean, Price probably has to watch the reader whenever they go to a store period 😂 girl be loading up the cart with lots of things.

Oh but absolutely. The reader and Kyle are double teaming the skincare of the other three. Jumping them when they least expect it and trying to get them to just use a moisturizer 😭

Johnny so likes the facial part. He likes to be pampered by someone else, but doing it himself?? Nah. No thank you.

The reader and Kyle have a full breakdown whenever Simon takes off the mask. Man probably has acne and permanently stained eyelids from the eyeblack he never washes off. Kyle holds him down while the reader sits on him and aggressively cleanses his skin and puts a mask on him 😂 it becomes a regular thing after that.