#and hes not even pretty???? shitty ken

[comradsasuke]

abt the barbie movie, I still think ryan gosling is a very bad choice for ken.. first bc he's ugly second bc he's too ironic when playing his part!!! "hahaha isnt it funny how stupid ken is" NO you have to believe it! they should have given the role to a heartthrobe that would get all straight girls in love like bridgertone is doing lately, and have him 100% invested none of this 'have you seen how silly I am :p' shit

[cocolacola]

I have a lot of problems with WC3 Reforged artistically and design-wise, but holy shit they did not miss with this.

[fev3rish]

GOOD LUCK KISSES. kenji tots w/ v

kenji’s body accepts you.

notes. i got a little bit carried away so we have this now. i want kenji so bad man it’s not even funny, no warnings just pure love also i am CRAZY for this man i want him SO BAD. this is also kind of shitty.

thinking about giving kenji sato the lovin’ he deserves.

“babe…” kenji muttered, trying to fight back against your touch. he had so much work to do. he had to train for his next game; it was his biggest one yet! he couldn’t afford—“rest.”

your voice pierced through his own thoughts. soft, sweet, an arrow right through his heart. against his better judgement, kenji let himself scooch into the bed with you. he laid between your legs, the back of his head against your chest as you ran your hands down his hair, all the way to his shoulders. you pressed into the skin and kneaded through the kinks in his shoulder; essentially, giving him a massage.

the sounds he let out in response are almost embarrassingly lewd.

“kenji,” your voice called to him again, and he looked up at you—those big, sparkly eyes of his pleading for you to continue, to loosen him up— “unclench your jaw.” he did.

he didn’t even notice that he did, he just did—his body reacted to you asking him like it was nothing. “it’s okay ken, you’re okay. i’ll take care of you tonight.” you spoke, leaning in and he instinctively tilted his head, only for you to kiss his forehead, which left him a bit needy. “you work too hard.” you state, “i barely work enough.” he replies, and you frown. you flick near the bridge of his nose, and he laughs lightly. “you need to rest.” you say, leaving no room for argument. he doesn’t want to argue in the first place, he’s perfectly content laying on you right now.

—then you place your hands on his chest, down his stomach and to his thighs. he sucks in a breath as you whisper, “you’re so pretty, ken.” and you play with his fingers, and kiss every callous, and he wants to stop you—but he doesn’t even want you to. he wants to tell you he’s not one for sappy shit like this but he is. and you look so pretty telling him how pretty he is, so he lets you.

he lets you comb through his hair until it’s silky smooth, lets you caress his face, he lets you tell him that he’s “beautiful.” and the worst part is that he smiles when you do. he lets you love him.

— “kenjiii…”

your voice drags his name out, and he perks up, waiting for what you have to say. Instead, you take his hands—they’re calloused, and rough, but they’re pretty. he’s confused, but then you press your lips to his knuckles and you place kisses on each one.

his eyes bulge out of his own head, butterflies swarming in his belly wildly—his mouth hangs open as you move on to his other hand. you hold his other one, still, and you press it to your cheek. when you finish giving him kisses, you place a kiss to his temple… and then one final kiss to his lips. his mouth goes dry as he looks at you. you only shrug. “for next week. one of your bigger games, right? it’s to give you good luck.”

good luck? kenji thinks, staring at his hands.

good luck?

“your kisses? goodluck?” kenji thinks out loud, “baby, you just fucking baptized me.” he feels like a new man with every kiss you plant on him, and it’s hard not to want more when you just look like that. but these kisses? these kisses on his knuckles? he feels cleansed.

the next week, when he wins the game, he points at you.

[selarina]

The Ken to whose Barbie?

-> Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Summary: He's supposed to be Ken this Halloween, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he looks the part. But you insist that he does. He's blonde, he’s literally named Ken, and he's just oh so very handsome.

Tags: halloween party, established relationship, fluff, smut, jealously, alcohol use, spit kink, oral sex (f!receiving), implied (m!receiving) oral sex, kisses on the feet, bath scene, aftercare, she/her pronouns used for reader, unedited

Word Count: 2.5k words

Author's Note: wanted to release this on Friday the 13th but I couldn't :/ Also, sorry the smut was quick. I was horny and then I got un-horny

Read on AO3

"Wow, don't you look... flamboyant."

Shoko walked towards him as Nanami barely smiled. He greets her with a small nod. In truth, he feels absolutely fucking ridiculous in this outfit of his. He's supposed to be Ken, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he exactly looks the part.

But you argued he does. He's blonde, he's named Kento, and he's oh so very handsome. Your words, not his. And so, of course, he agreed, albeit his reluctance.

“How have you been, Shoko-san?” Nanami inquires, hoping to divert her attention from his incongruous appearance.

"I've been good," she says, Shoko extinguishes her cigarette against the stone wall with an insouciant flick, her gaze sweeping from his exposed chest to the opulent fur draping him. "Did you lose a bet or something?"

"I do not engage in wagers," he says. "It's imprudent," he remarks.

Shoko smiles, ever so slightly. It's been years and yet some things don't change. She may not have an intimate understanding of him, not really, but she did know he would never show up in such an outfit, or in fact, any halloween outfit.

"It’s because of her, isn’t it?" Shoko probes.

He feels another of wave of chill wind hit chest, noticing the lack of a cigarette in her hand. Maybe she threw it in the bin while he was looking away. He doesn't say anything.

Shoko's expression changes now, and she smiles. He can't think of the last time he's seen her smile. She brings a hand up, placing it on his shoulder. “She’s a nice girl.”

“She is,” is all he says before Shoko pulls out another cigarette, as she vanishes back into the door.

There’s so many words to describe you, Nanami thinks. Nice is one that stands true, but it only really scratches the surface.

There’s so many words to describe you. So, so many but he can barely think of any as you walk towards him.

You're adorned in a tiny pink and white dress, the edges of your skirt just about hitting your upper thighs. And you're walking towards him with a sweet sweet smile. You look pretty.

"You look beautiful," he manages to utter as you draw near.

You leave a soft peck against his cheeks, "Thank you. You look beautiful as well," you move back to give his outfit a look.

"So, now you're taunting me. All after begging me to wear this shitty costume," he says.

"I didn't beg," you frown with a squint. You didn't beg. All you did was call him handsome, and he conceded.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," he says, as he holds out his hand for you, you stretch your hand out to loop yours into his.

Your free hand reaches for your phone, opening a QR code up, so the security could scan it.

"But you look handsome," you say as your hands shift from his forearms to his hand, as you pull him into the crux of the party. And so, he stops grumbling because as he's mentioned before — it's really all it takes from you.

The party scene is not quite what he expected, he was expecting chaos and sticky floor, but it's a bit lax and he can actually hear his thoughts out loud, even though he wishes nothing more than to turn them off now. Because you looks so fucking cute in your outfit, and every time you sit, your skirt rides up — just a little — to reveal your thighs, and he finds himself wishing he could just take you back home. He wants to leave.

No, he needs to leave.

Self restraint has always been one of Nanami's strong suits. But with you, it's always faded to dust.

His first kiss with you happened on a whim, it wasn't planned or anything. He saw you sitting outside on a park bench, on a normal forgettable park bench, and he thought you looked pretty. And so, he leaned in for a kiss.

He then met you days later for your third date, but he could barely let you get past your front door. The dinner reservation had gone to waste, but he just couldn't help himself, you looked too good in your dress.

"Let's leave," he says, bending down to whisper in your ears as you take a sip from your glass.

"What? No," you protest, a soft frown marring your features. "We just got here."

Mirroring your frown, he presses, "But I want to leave now."

He can't help but think about how unlike himself he sounds, he sounds like a child begging for a treat. You could sternly tell him you want to stay, and he'd listen, none too alike to a child.

"Hey," he hears a gruff voice from beside you.

It's a man, dressed in a military outfit, but neither of you know him, at least to his knowledge. He turns to look at you and he confirms the same because you're looking back at him with a similar expression.

"Can we help you?" you ask.

"I know you're dressed as Barbie," the man says. "But I think you're missing wings because you look like an angel."

Apart from the fact that the compliment is just too wordy. Nanami thinks he's pissed because this man has no etiquette, Nanami's hand had been clinging to your waist all night, so what made him think he could come over and hit on you?

But most of all, what pisses him off is that he's not wrong.

"Well, I'm Barbie and Barbie has a Ken so," you say, turning to him and he could swear your eyes twinkled just then.

The stranger persisted, with a chuckle, "Some Barbies have G.I. Joe boyfriends. You should ask my little sister."

Before you can respond, arms encircle your waist, pulling you close to Nanami. "Not this one." His words are curt and final, "Now, leave."

At that the G.I Joe guy's eyes widens, before he wordlessly takes his leave.

And that's all it takes from Nanami to take your glass from your hand before he leaves it on an unoccupied table with a loud clink. He guides your hand into his.

"We're leaving," he says plainly as you nod.

—

Your hands slide to Nanami's neck, and you pull. Your jaw flex as your mouths move. You're so used to his languid movements, that his quick movements leave you reeling.

His torso is completely flush against yours as he lifts you off the ground, still kissing you as he walks to close the front door shut.

Your ankles hook around his back, his hands slide down to grip the undersides of your bare thighs.

It doesn't take too long for him to drop you onto your bed, he quickly takes fur coat off, as he's coming back down to kiss you.

You taste like mint cranberry with a tinge of alcohol remnants around your lips, he thinks.

You cart your fingers through his undercut, before tugging on the roots of the hair above. 

He parts away from you now, and this time he slows down. Not because he needs it, but because he doesn't always act this way, he's not always this harsh with his movements, he loves treating you with soft caresses and gentle grips, but there are times like this where you just bring out a different, more untamed side of him.

You take his headband off, as your hands stay on his hair, but this time you play with it, carding through. You know he's thinking, and you know what he's thinking about.

"Kento," you say, soft as a whisper.

He hums. "Are you jealous of the little G.I Joe man?"

Little.

"Why would I be jealous of him?" he asks, as though you've insulted him by implying so. He admits it pissed him off, he admits there is a strange, more concerning side of him that wishes he could keep you all to himself, that he could keep you away from eyes that could see your beauty, but truly, he doesn't worry about other people much. He has all his faith in you.

"It did annoy me," he says. He bends down, leaving a soft kiss forehead.

And that's the last of his softness for you today, he comes back up. "Open," he says, his thumb grazing over your chewed up bottom lip.

And you do, as you often do, your mouth opens, and your eyes stare up at him, wide and waiting with devotion he can only think of deserving at times like this.

Nanami purses his lips and hocks a glob of spit directly into your mouth, as you swallow.

He pushes your legs apart. He bends down, placing the softest kisses all around your neck, "You're so good to me," he says as you groan in tandem.

His hands move up and down, tracing inconsequential patterns before they go up to tug at the straps of your underwear before he pulls them down your legs.

Nanami moves back from your body, your skirt is bunched up to your waist, and you sit upright as you stare down at him in all of your half-naked glory. It takes merely one look at your face— your lips ajar, your hair mussed, your stare hazy — for him to decide he should be on his knees for you.

His knees hit the ground, and his hands come to hold your oustered foot.

His lips come down to press a steady kiss to the arch of your foot as he maintains a painstakingly unwavering eye contact with your eyes.

Slowly, his kisses move higher. He presses the second one just past your ankles, his lips touching the flexing muscles of your calves. With his kiss, your muscles relax.

And then he moves even more higher to the sensitive skin behind your knees, it's ticklish almost so your toes curl to suppress the sensation. And then finally, he settles, he dedicates some time, stopping to leave more than a few kisses to your inner thighs.

Now as his face remains near your inner thighs, Nanami can’t resist, and he sucks twin hickeys onto each side of your thighs. His thumb coming to trace his work of art, as his eyes come back to find your eyes. His brown eyes entrapping you in place.

For a solid minute, Nanami can't do nothing but stare at your pretty cunt. You refuse to squirm but every time he does this, it makes you feel squeamish and seen, you feel the need to kick off and run away. His warm breath dances over the sensitive skin, and you squirm — just a little, begging for the return of his mouth.

He smears his mouth against your cunt with open mouth kisses. Wet trails of his spit glister in the wake of his lips. He uses his fingers to pinch at your hood until your clit peeks out for him.

“You're so good to me Kento baby,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” Nanami asks. He likes hearing it every time, he asks you over and over and over again, until it's all you can seems to say.

You nod eagerly, "Yeah," you say with a soft gulp.

His hand continued to toy with your clit, your hips bucking greedily against the anchor of his hands at your hips, begging for more pressure, more, more, more. And it's just like him to give you more and beyond.

He moves in again — his tongue to his nose both buried in between your legs, as he laps and sucks on until finally your thighs start to show its very first quiver.

With that he moves, focusing his attention on your clit, he is persistent and needy in the way he moves, like he's a starved and depraved little thing. It's so unlike his usual self, so you commit it to memory every chance you get.

The foot that was once laying limp on his shoulder, now clenches, drawing him closer and closer by the neck with every move he continues to make. He can tell you are going cum soon.

It's the part he commits to memory— the way your hips arc, humping to get what you need to fly over the edge, as your eyes are shut with pleasure.

And you come into his mouth at one consequential contact, he relishes that familiar tang as he laps it all up.

He wipes his mouth with one hand and he looks up to you, you look at him and a quiet moment passes by, he can hear a vehicle outside, making it's way across the road.

And then you break out into soft chuckles, it comes out restrained because you're just so out of breath.

You move to the ground, your hand hitting the ground beside him, you're still breathing heavily as you force him to take your place on the bed.

Your hands settle on his thighs, as you caress it his high from over his pants. You look up, as you reach for his belt. "Your turn now, Kento baby."

—

“Tell me why it annoyed you,” you murmur, punctuating your sentence with a small yawn.

The warmth of the bath makes him feel even more drowsy than he’s been feeling, but this feels too nice to wake up and make or even order dinner.

Nanami lies with his back propped in the bath, his knees are spread, sitting against the bathtub to fit your body. Your back lays warm and wet against his chest, and the crown of your head just below his chin. His hands hold your breasts in each palm, slowly caressing your nipples.

Maybe it's because he's feeling drowsy. Maybe it's because you've drained him of his all his energy tonight, but he speaks up. “I guess, I just want you all to myself sometimes."

"Of course, you do. I'm a catch," you say with a giggle.

Nanami tweaks your nipple, and you squeal. The water around him sloshes over the edge of the bathtub, drenching the mat as you move in his hold.

“You can be cocky sometimes,” Nanami says mournfully.

You laugh, and the vibration of your chest shifts your breasts in his hands. "I am yours though," you say. Sweet as you are, he feels like you have to say this to him, you have to reassure him constantly. He doesn’t think he could just know this, as blind faith or by the look in your eyes.

Nanami may look a man confident of his abilities and status, but with you, he thinks you could do so much better. You deserve more than half-truths, and repressed staggering feelings, and so he needs to hear it

"You are," he says. "I guess it's just odd then."

"It's not," your response is immediate. "I understand."

"You do?" he asks.

"Yeah, did you see the number of women looking at you today?" you say, and there's a hint of agitation there, and Nanami hates to admit it but it does something to him. To have this knowledge that you could even care that much for him.

"I didn't see them," he says moments later when you’re both in bed. You nestle in deeper against his chest, barely awake at all. I only see you.

"I know," you smile, and he feels it against his chest.

[codtrashsammy]

oh no i'm having more soft Ghoap thoughts

okokko this is more of a little ficlet thing but it makes my lil heart happy so enjoy <3

also y'all i do not be editing these. at all. I just be throwin shit down on paper and making my brain produce dopamine.

if you all have any requests though pls feel free to drop into my ask box <3 I will gladly write whatever. I'm sure i'll come up with rules eventually, but rn I'm pretty open-minded and can't think of much I would refuse <3

You're waltzing around your apartment, half asleep but with a tired smile on your face. Johnny comes back today, after all, and of course that means Simon will be coming too! You've been dating Johnny exclusively for a few months now. Sure, sometimes Simon will hold your hand, or pull you in for a hug. And sure, sometimes Simon sits with you in the early mornings on the balcony while you drink a warm drink, and he smokes a cigarette- looking at you with rapt attention and soft eyes, hanging onto every word you say. Okay, and maybe he calls you 'love' and 'darling' but he's British, so it's probably normal. But it's entirely platonic- you're at least 78% sure, and plus only Johnny had asked you out- so you have to stay loyal to him even if you do feel something for the bigger brute.

But! You need to get your ass into gear and make your boys- boy something to eat- knowing damn well they- he will be hungry when they- ah fuck it. You're going to cook them a good ass meal to enjoy- knowing they will enjoy it after a month of MRE's and shitty mess hall food (Johnny's words). So you do. You work away in the kitchen- though the clock reads barely past 2AM, knowing they should arrive around 3AM at this point. You've timed it perfectly, so by the time you set everything out on the kitchen island, still steaming and hot, you hear the familiar playful rapt at your door.

ba ba baba ba

With a grin you glance over the selection of food first- mashed potatoes, green beans, fried pork chops, and freshly made black tea- you make your way over to the door and open it with a grin. "'m glad you're back!" You bout out happily, sending both men a bright grin despite your slightly tired eyes along with theirs. "Missed ye, bonnie," Johnny is quick to just waltz right on in, arms wrapping around you and lifting you up slightly with one hand, his other hand occupied carrying his duffel bag.

A snort of amusement leaves your lips as you hug him back, pressing a kiss to his lips before batting at him to put you down- though he doesn't hesitate once he notices the smell in the house. "Oooh, what's this, bonnie?" Johnny hums out, dropping his bag somewhere in the living room as he makes his way to the kitchen.

A soft laugh leaves your lips at his reaction, but you don't bother to answer him as you turn your attention to Simon, whose closing the door behind him. He's wearing his usual little black medical mask- the one he wears in place of the balaclava when he's off duty.

So imagine your utter shock and dumb fuck surprise when he pulls the thing down, steps forward, places a gentle hand on your cheek and kisses you. "Missed ya, too, love," Simon quips easily, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before simply dropping his bag and just walking right into the kitchen.

Sir, I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?! It's a thought, no words leave your lips as your cheeks heat up.

Oh no, you just cheated on your boyfriend- in the same house with him- with his best friend.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO NOW?!

Apparently, nothing but walk into the kitchen with your boys, watching as the two of them are already seated with stacked plates in front of them. You blink blankly at the scene.

You hesitate before taking a seat, sitting across from Johnny and resting your hands on the table, looking between the two of them as they converse casually.

"Take such good care o' us, bonnie, dunnae ken what I did to deserve ya," Johnny quips, looking at you with bright blue eyes and a genuinely content smile on his face between shoveling bites of food.

"Stopped bein' a bloody prick fer more than two seconds," Simon says, voice low and monotone yet somehow tinged with amusement.

You blink again. Huh "You kissed me?" You say it as a statement, but it comes out as a question as you look at Simon, ignoring their banter even though it makes you want to snort in amusement. You're too dumbfounded and bewildered right now to handle this situation. "Uh huh." Simon responds, flatly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes. Johnny looks between the two of you, a slow smirk pulling at his lips, "LT, you sly dog," Johnny murmurs with clear amusement, elbowing the bigger man in the side playfully. You sputter for a moment, looking back over at Johnny, "A-and you're just- okay with that?!" You ask in utter confusion, bewildered but not exactly disappointed at the scene.

So you didn't cheat on your boyfriend with his best friend? Johnny looks at you and this time he blinks in confusion before turning his head and grabbing Simon's jaw, pulling him close and planting a kiss on Simon's lips, causing Simon to grunt in annoyance- only because he was still eating.

Johnny turns back to you with a shrug, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Even?" You stare at the scene with heated cheeks before throwing your hands up in defeat, "...Even." You relent with a huff. ....can't cheat on your boyfriend with your other boyfriend who is also your boyfriends boyfriend you suppose.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Tag Team (dark!Price x fem!Reader x dark!Gaz)

Price and Gaz have absolutely zero thoughts against fucking a pretty civilian thing that was so conveniently kidnapped just for them. Dream team if you want to be squished between two big men with even bigger...hands.

TW and tags: non-con to dub-con, size difference, power imbalance, fingering, hurt/comfort(but it comes from the ones who hurt you), yandere, dark!141, possessive 141, obsessive 141, kidnapping. AO3

Price genuinely had a great day. He woke up at normal time, unlike always – not at 4 AM, with Lasswell urgently sending him a new assignment even though she was the one to convince him to take a break with his boys for a few weeks. 

He woke up at 9 AM – sleeping in, really, felt groggy and tired even after a shower and a cuppa with the best tea he could find at the local Tesco. So, the tea wasn’t very good – but he made the most of it, taking time to cook breakfast for himself because it was still less shitty than whatever slop cooks at the base were making – even though he knew his cooking skills were somewhere on the bottom of his priorities. He chewed on overcooked eggs and caught a fleeting thought of going to the small cafe downstairs. The he thought about eating his breakfast surrounded by families on their Sunday off, students with laptops and bright futures ahead, not even knowing just how fragile everything is – how easy it would be to blow up this whole fucking building to make a perverse political statement. He thought about some cute baristas downstairs and felt…intruding. Not in his place. 

Still, the day was nice. 

And then Captain John Price, Queen’s loyal soldier, a part of the Special Forces, opened his group chat. Just he and the boys. 

And the girl Soap apparently kidnapped.

— Couldn’t wait a bloody minute, Soap? 

— Good mornin’ to ye too, Captain. Pricer frowns when Soap is grinning exactly like a cat who got the cream – and a pretty bitch in heat on the bed, ready for him. He did god the bitch – and by that captain meant the cutest girl he ever saw. Soft, crying, pathetic thing that was currently sprawled on the bed in a pose that immediately made him want to comfort you. To cover you with something, to help you clean up – after the photos Soap sent, it was only obvious that lil’ poor you were too exhausted to take another round of sex in your state. 

Too bad he and Gaz and definitely not going to stop. Gaz is hovering over you already, hands on your hips – spreading them wide, making you groan from displeasure. His sergeant understands everything immediately – you’re tired, exhausted even, you need some time to relax and they can’t just give you this time, no matter how adorable you look while just laying here. John thinks he can hear you sob softly when Kyle pushes you to the side, allowing you to just open your legs a bit. 

Gaz knows how to treat a lady nicely – maybe, even more than Ghost and Johnny ever could. He smiles when you whine and quietly ask him to stop – he kisses the corner of your mouth like he is your boyfriend and you’re just a silly sleepy thing, and he giggles when you frown. He kisses you again, and again, and it’s over and over until your face is tattered with little marks from his bites. Not quite as feral as Soap, but he has his whole team on a mission to impress here – and he had a pretty girl crying under him. 

— So pretty, luv’. Don’t fret, okay? I’ll be quick. 

— Didnae ken ye supposed to tell tha’ to a lady in bed, Gaz. 

Kyle pushes Johnny away with one hand – he already got more of his fill than needed, and he wants you to stop being so scared around them. Seriously, pretty thing, you need to relax already – on your third guy, you should understand that these people aren’t here to hurt you. Well, they are, but not in a way that people like them can hurt other people. You aren’t being tortured. Maybe just a little bit – and still, no torturer would kiss your cheeks and your forehead and whisper sweet nothing in your ear as he slowly creeps with his hand over your pussy, glossy from all the lube that was spread earlier. You just got a bit relaxed after the night – just closed up a little, maybe forgetting the state you were in just a night ago, when Ghost was wrestling you on the bed and…your drunk, hazy mind don’t want to remember any of this – so you moan and you whine when these new people, unknown people, are coming in the room to see you. To touch you. You feel like shit and you probably look like shit – but the guy with the beard, the oldest looking, is putting his hand on your cheek and saying something – you aren’t quite sure what, but you close your eyes and listen. If you close your eyes, you can pretend you want this. 

— Atta girl. Broken her already. — Thought she’d be a challenge, captain. 

— We can always open the door and let her run for it. Want to chase her with your gun hangin’, sergeant? 

— Eh, just takin’ the piss. She is soft. 

— A soft girl for us. Soap had a keen eye. 

Captain smiled and it makes you feel warm – he looks like a bear when he smiles, that kind of a fatherly figure that makes you think of all sorts of weird things. Like how he would look while fucking you, for example – how rough or how gentle he would be. You gave up forcing these thoughts out of your mind a long time ago – if you can’t escape them, you can at least try to enjoy it. They are seriously not hurting you too much – and you never came quite as much as you did now. And still, you beg them like it’s going to change anything. — Pl…please, I…I don’t want to be here. There are new people – you hope they won’t be up for this. You hope that the younger guy with kind warm eyes and an easy smile, the guy who is peppering your face with soft kisses and puts you on your side so you won’t have to spread your sore legs, the guy that gently puts a pillow to make your laying a bit easier, the guy who is acting like a lover and not a kidnapper, would finally cave in, feeling sorry for you. 

You failed to notice the glint in his eyes – that sort of thing that makes everyone trust him, that sort of thing that makes you embarrassed to even think he’d be soft with you. Because, oh little bird, his hand, the warm and big, fingers already covered in an extensive amount of lube, slowly creep over to your ass. You whine, trying to wiggle out of it. 

He only needs one hand to keep you in place. 

— Come on, luv’. No use gettin’ roughen up when we don’t want you to. — Please, pl…just a few hours, I will be good, promise, just…

His palm lays flat between your shoulder blades, making you sink more into the embrace of the other man – the one with the beard and kind smile, who lifts your chin with his hand and pushes a finger inside. Check you out for the biting reflex – like a good girl, all of your bite and bark and claws were lost long ago. Like a good girl, you are closing your eyes and thinking about England – you open your mouth and let his finger in. Your tongue darts to lick it instinctively, the intrusion almost makes you gag. His skin is salty – like sandpaper to your dry tongue, desire to drink to soothe up your throat makes your voice hoarse. 

— No, love. Don’t close your eyes on me. 

You still don’t open them – a small hint of rebellion not because you seriously think you would get away with it so easily, but because you couldn’t bear to look at them right now. He looks too kind, too handsome, too frustrating for your tired mind. You want for him to stop fucking looking like that, you want for him to stop touching you. You are a rebel, not looking at him properly – mostly because you…

A harsh slap lands on your butt. You whine from sharp pain and it gives you another smack – this is the first time any of them laid hands of you in a way that wasn’t sexual, and you want to cry from frustration. If torture is inevitable, you’d prefer it to be sex rather than pain. 

— Listen to the captain, doll. Open your eyes. 

— No. Please. — You don’t want to look at me, eh? — Probably too overwhelmed. Poor girl. We should take it easy for her. — She would be fine. Simon picked a strong girl for us. — Strong? Never saw anyone cry so much before. — Don’t like ‘em a bit more wet, sergeant? — I can take a bit wet. She looks bloody adorable like this. — That she is. They both laugh. You feel like you’re going to throw up again – the knot in your tummy getting tighter, with each second the rough fingertips are caressing your swollen and puffy lower lips, every time Gaz pushes one finger up your clit and massages it like your hips aren’t jolting in overwhelming pleasure this exact second. You can still feel the outline of a giant cock that was inside of you last night – you’re still hurting, feeling like it broke something deep inside, leaving you sore and exhausted. You just want to go home. You don’t want to listen to their banter, friendly and condescending at the same time – the authority levels are making you feel dizzy, trying to understand who they are to each other. Who can be convinced to let you go after this. — Open your eyes before I fuck you, love.

You don’t want to, and it gives you another smack – you feel like it’s going to break the skin soon, the guy behind you isn’t holding any of his strength and it makes you worry about his other hand, still playing with the softness of your cheeks, spreading lube all around your puckered hole. The only thing that wasn’t touched yet – and it’s used just like the rest of your body now. 

One long, thick digit deepens into your anus, making you whine and try to wiggle out – but you open your eyes obediently, finally, looking at his kind smile. You can almost believe he will be softer with you now, maybe just petting your head and checking with the others – but you can hear him grunting, changing the position to stand right in front of you. A hand under your chin pushes your face up, to an uncomfortable degree – while still impaled on his sergeant’s fingers in your ass, spreading your tight entrance to a degree that lets you know you won’t be walking any time soon. Price smiles when you stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, still sucking on his finger like a good girl. He opens his belt with one hand, just barely bringing his pants and underwear down to let his girthy cock slap against your cheek. It’s too heavy to stand against his stomach properly, so it spreads little beads of pre-cum all over your skin. You whine when he slaps both of your cheeks with his cockhead a few times, mostly teasing himself – preparing for the main course. He’d love to fuck your cunt and give your lower holes a proper welcome on pair with Gaz – but you look fragile and overwhelmed already. Captain does have a heart, after all. — Don’t bite or we’ll rip your teeth off. Got it? — Pl…please, sir… Oh, you smartarse. Knows how to get him going – knows how to press the buttons that would make even more blood run to his cock, making his erection unbearably hard right now. He smiles when you sob and cry, tears are really making you look even cuter – he pushes his cockhead against your swollen lips, allowing you a taste lick. A little something, solely for you. You whine at the bitter taste, not enjoying it even for a second – it’s a good thing Price doesn’t really care about the thoughts of a random civvie they snatched from a street. The last mission went up the devil’s arse and they all deserve someone warm and soft to just spread their legs and look cute. Maybe, you’ll learn to enjoy their company after the first few weeks. Maybe, he’d bring you back to his house in the countryside, tie you up to the front porch, and use you like the perfect little doorbell. Fuck his pretty girl for a few minutes and let her moans tell him that there are guests. You will do nicely as his pet. So, so nicely. — I asked if you got it. No teeth, little minx, or you will never bite anything again. 

— I p…promise. Just don’t hurt me, please, I want to go- — Your home is with us, luv. You know that fighting is useless when Gaz slowly slips his cock inside – not nearly spreading you enough so it won’t hurt. The stretch burns, leaves you sobbing as he slowly bottoms down. Smiling when you wiggle and cry, laughing and kissing the back of your head when his hand slowly slips under your leg to lift it. To provide himself with better access for your small, aching hole. 

You want for it to hurt, one agonizing inch after the other – and it does hurt, the man is by no means small, and the only reason you aren’t crying is because your mouth is too busy sucking off his captain. You just blabber something incomprehensible, something that makes them both laugh. You want for everything to hurt, just so you could stop feeling so fucking weird – but you feel the hand slipping down, between the lips of your pussy. Playing with the button of your clit, making you whine as it becomes wetter by a second. You thought there weren’t any more orgasms left to give, but Kyle smiled and pushed his fingers inside of your pussy. Not even wanting to think, you just whine, tongue swirling around Price’s cock as he pushes deeper and deeper. They rock you from side to side – when you choke on one cock too much, throat hurting from the thick length bottoming somewhere far too deep, Price finds his hand lost in your locks, gently pushing you back – deeper on Gaz’s cock. They are working together, perfectly, like a team that has known together for years – there is no hope to escape them, no chance of ever letting yourself go. You want to close your eyes and forget about everything. But when you close your eyes, you can hear the slaps of skin against skin. The wet sounds of your pussy felt ignored as it only stuffed with fingers – as thick as they could be. — You like to take it in the ass, love? 

— She’s wet, captain. Never knew she could be such a bad girl. 

— Little minxes are the best anyway. Not too much fight left though. — I bet Simon fucked all the fight of her. Didn’t he, doll? You whine, not sure how to answer with a cock in your mouth. They both laugh, knowing your predicament. 

You cum embarrassingly fast after this – the rough fingertips doing their job as you’re pushed deeper and deeper into the bed. You hate the damp sheets against your cheek, you hate that you’re so fucking wet, arousal dripping on the sheets only adds to the mess. You wonder if they would just toss them away after this. You figured that men living this kind of life wouldn’t bother with washing the sheets to get rid of the musk. — Pretty pussy feels lonely, yeah? Gaz kisses you again when you cum, whispering praises. Calling you a good girl, the best boy, taking them like a champ – making him and the captain so, so happy, would be hard not to steal you away from Ghost and Soap while they’re too busy with something else. You’re so tired, desperately, you just want to close your eyes and sleep, but they still aren’t done. Still pounding in your body like it’s just a set of warm, tight holes for them – no matter how many praises they whisper. — Will fill her up later. Little thing needs a proper fucking. — Greedy. Not even goin’ to share with me? — Sergeants get sloppy seconds, Kyle. — Glad I took her ass first then. Soap can have her after. — Boy will get spoiled with her around. You get another kiss on your shoulder, barely registrable as you fall tired again. Barely conscious. They continue to fuck you. You’re not sure they will ever going to let you go. 

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Another Halloween one, cause ofc

Tw: Suggestive themes, cursing (like seriously, the amount of times I put the F word in here is insane), underage drinking, drunk!reader

Pt.2

not proofread!

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . Spooky Season

“This is gonna be shitty.”

“C’mon man, try to have some fun! Loosen up!”

“I can do that without going to some shitty class party.”

The two friends wakes out of the elevator and into the common room dorms of class 1A. The entire common room area was decorated, lights going off, music blaring, dancing, and food and drinks on the kitchen island counter. The Monster Mash was the current song playing loudly, orange, purple, and black lights lighting up the night-darkened area. Everyone was in costume—it was Halloween after all.

Kirishima smiled at his grumpy blonde friend, who was dressed as a wolf, giving him a ‘just an hour or two’ look before Mina came bounding over. She was wearing a classic example of an oversexualized cat costume—to quote mean girls, which she did a lot; in girl world Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. Not that any girls in this class would. Most were dressed similarly, or just supported whatever costume choice the other girls made.

“Welcome to the party!” The pink girl squealed excitedly, red solo cup in one hand with most likely spiked punch. Kirishima matched her enthusiasm as Katsuki just looked to the side with a scoff. “Dressed as a dog I see?”

“Shut it raccoon eyes, I know what you’re implying.”

About two seconds later, he felt someone practically jump onto him from behind. He looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed as you, his girlfriend of six months clung there, in an equally sexy lady of the ring costume. A classic revealing Halloween costume. Only problem—you were clearly drunk.

“Hiii babeeee…wanna make out?” You slurred with a giggle, an empty cup in your hand too. He gave you a look and Mina gave you both a more smug look.

“Shit, how drunk are you?”

“Only a lil. But lookit! Lookit, my breasts look hella good in this! They look sexy…”

“Oh you are so fucking drunk.” He mumbled as he held back a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms. After a moment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You Ken’s up to give him a kiss but he started dragging you towards the elevator. "Come on. You need to lay down, you're drunk and annoying me." He said, eventually making it to your floor, and pulling you along to your dorm.

“I chose a costume that would make my tits look good for youuuu.” You explained as he took the dorm keys from your pocket, shoving them into the lock and jiggling them to open the door. “Thats why I drank so much, I got scaredddd…” Ah. That explained it. You put yourself out there and got too nervous when it was too late.

"Well, look at you. You went overboard. Now you're shitfaced." He growled as the two of you pushed into the room. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sitting down onto the bed as you stood in front of him. He had definitely noticed the sudden attention you had given to your tits though, using the costume to push them up and display them. But with his poker face, you couldn’t tell what the hell he thought about it.

You tilted your head drunkenly, looking at him with a furrowed brow. Well fine then. You’d take matters into your own hands. So, you stumbled over before pulling yourself onto his lap. The two of you didn’t even stay like that though, as you laughed him down onto the bed and crawled over him.

It didn’t take him any more than a millisecond to realize what you were doing, implying. A subtly gasp escaped his throat as he felt his back sink slightly into the mattress and blankets of your bed.

"Y-You idiot! The hell are you trying to do?!" He raised his voice, propping himself up frantically on his elbows so he could stare at your pretty drunk face as you looked down at him. You still had him most pinned down though as you continued to sit there, at the base of his stomach.

“Mmmm, shaddup….” You said, trailing a hand down the T-shirt he was wearing. You traced his abs with your freshly done Halloween nails, making him shiver. “We’ve been dating for month and I have not even gotten to fffuck you’re stupid handsome…sexy…self…” You mumbled as you leaned down closer to his face. Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered you except…Katsuki had made himself known as someone who did it pretty regularly. At least, before you two were dating. And you had felt particularly horny recently.

“You idiot, I'm not fucking you while you're drunk." He mumbled, his cheeks beginning to heat up. He stared up at your drunk face, his body burning with excitement as he just stared at you.

“Why the fuck not? Is it me? Am I just not sexy enough, fuckable enough?”

"It's not you." He hissed, attempting to sit up in an upright position so he could stare down at you. He failed at that—you stayed right there, knees on either side of him. This situation was definitely fucking him up. "You're just drunk. You'll regret this in the morning. I’m not fucking you while you’re drunk.”

“You won’t fuck me when I’m sober either!”

"I- Well fucking hell!" He sighed, throwing his hands up in the air in an ‘I just can’t win’ sort of matter. "I would never have sex with you while you're drunk because, you can't consent in your intoxicated state, dumbass! I'm not like other guys, I have morals and I'm not a fucking rapist."

“But why won’t you have sex with me when I’m sober?! I’ve been sending you hintssss, and trying to be all touchy flirty, but you just don’t want it!” You wined, placing both your hands in his chest and gripping the fabric under his shirt slightly. “Is it me…?”

He looked down for a few long, quite moment before sighing. “…It's not you." He spoke, his voice quiet. As if telling you the reason would put you in danger or something. "It's me."

“…how…?”

"Because I'm a fucking pussy."

“No, you want to fuck a pussy. Mine.”

You had been serious in your drunk state, you’re slurred words meant to correct the sentence you genuinely thought he had misspoken. But he covered his red face with his hands, his own breathing becoming uneven. "Yes, I do. Okay?"

“So then why don’t you? I know you’ve done it before.“

“It’s different.”

“…?”

He stared at you for a few minutes before taking a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm down, or maybe he was gaining confidence. “Because I like you, a lot. So much that I just-" He trailed off, his face red as he looked away. He sighed and pinched his nose bridge, smudging off some of the wonderful makeup job Sero had done for his Halloween costume. “I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

The moment settled into silence for a few seconds, him not used it shirt vulnerable and waiting for your reaction. You narrowed your diluted eyes at him, tilting your head drunkenly before whispering; “…do you have a micropenis? Izzat why you don’t wanna do it with me?”

He stared at you for a few seconds in what looked like mild surprise—probably toned down because of his poker face but still pretty shocked mentally—before he started to pull you off and under the blankets. “Okay. Time for bed.”

“Nooo, I wanna hear more about your micropenis.” You complained but didn’t protest as he got under the covers with you, situating your pillows and shutting off the lamp light.

“You’re actually so drunk.”

“I bet it’s the size of my thumb.”

“How would that even work?”

“I bet a pencil had more girth.”

“Don’t go spreading rumors about my having a tiny dick, ‘kay babe.”

“No promises.”

“…get your ass to sleep.”

[tiniedemon]

. . .

bet on it

main 3 / reader

“this is such a shit bet,” kyle mumbled as he threw a crisp twenty into the lockbox. “whose idea was this again?”

“pretty sure it was stan’s,” kenny responded, a smirk on his face as he held the box in his lap. “first one to smash gets sixty.”

“okay, in my defense, y/n has a fat ass,” stan interjected. kyle rolled his eyes, shooting stan an unimpressed look.

“that is a horrible defense,” kyle deadpanned. “i feel sort of bad, though. we’re betting on who gets in their pants first. isn’t that kind of shitty?”

“it’s not like they’ll ever find out,” kenny drawled. stan hesitated, before agreeing with a nod.

“i mean, i see where you’re coming from, ky. but it’s not like we’d ever tell y/n,” he agreed, voice unsure.

“exactly. i say we meet at stan’s every night for progress checks,” kenny stated. kyle and stan agreed after a wary look shared between the two of them.

“then i guess the bet is on.”

. . .

“i couldn’t even get a glance my way,” kenny complained, a pout on his face. stan huffed, equally as distraught.

“i tried giving them flowers. you know what i got? middle finger to the face,” he grumbled. kyle was silent in the other chair, chin rested in his palm.

“why are you so quiet, kyle?” kenny asked suspiciously. kyle smirked slightly, a smug look in his eyes.

“i got a date with y/n,” he gloated. “all i did was ask. suck on that, assholes.”

“completely unfair,” kenny whined. “i’ve been dying to get a piece of that for, like, ever.”

“we know you have, ken. it’s all you fucking talk about,” stan grumbled. kyle was beaming, a smug grin on his face.

“i’ll let you guys know how they are in bed,” kyle boasted. kenny and stan slumped miserably, while kyle puffed his chest out victoriously.

“can’t believe kyle’s big ass head is winning over my big ass dick.”

. . .

that night, the group chat received a photo. kyle’s beaming face was visible, his hair tousled and chest bare. your sleeping figure was curled on his chest, neck covered in red blotches. and hair knotted on the back of your head.

it was stan who responded first, typing an all caps, ‘YOU HAVEN’T HAD THAT HAIRCUT SINCE LAST SUMMER.’ kenny was next, angrily typing, ‘you played us asshole.’

kyle had won the bet, and the boys were pissed. he was chuckling to himself beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you gazed at his phone.

“nice job, handsome,” you complimented, pressing a kiss to his jawbone. “happy two year anniversary.”

[lowkeyremi]

Happy Birthday kenma x fem!reader

note: this is my first time writing real smut, i think. tell me what u guys think. i need feedback so i can get better. also had my friends proofread this for me, that's how anxious i am lol

Word count: 1.2k

CW: smut 18+, unprotected sex, P -> V sex, quickie, kissing, kenma is a whore and a lazy mf, reader has fem parts and is referred to as a girl, creampie, you pull his hair once, pet names.

divider cred: kithsune

"Ken! They're waiting for you what in the-" Your boyfriend, the birthday boy, is hurling you down the stairs... Into the little closet under the stairs to hide from his friends.

"I don't wanna hear Kuroo and Bokuto's shitty happy birthday singing." He mumbles quietly to you. Kuroo somehow has impeccable hearing. It's easy for him to pick your boyfriend out of a crowd with no problem.

"Oh come on Kenma, you listen to them sing every year. This one won't be any different." The closet provides no light and is stuffy. Even though you can't see your boyfriend you know there's a big pout on his face.

"Please.. it's so embarrassing. They always record it because they know I hate it." He grabs your hand, squeezing softly. His face is so close to yours you can feel his warm breath tickle your skin.

"Okay, then what do you suggest we do? They're gonna start looking for us soon. I'm sure the closet is kind of an obvious spot." One thing you'd never take into account when first dating Kenma was his sneakiness. So of course when you feel his hand slip up your shirt you gasp in shock.

"In the closet?" The disbelief in your voice caused a soft chuckle to escape the gamer's throat. You've watched him become more of a man every day, little by little. His deep voice reminds you of how in high school Kenma's voice was high pitched. He was the definition of puberty.

"Yeah, I haven't had you today because you've spent all day planning this dumb party. I think I'm ready for my birthday present."

He can't see you but he knows your body well enough to find those plush lips and plant a sloppy kiss on them. You meet his lips trying to match his slow pace. If you were being honest you wanted him too.. all day long.

His hands move from your tummy down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. "I love your ass." He says opening his mouth while you continue to give him open-mouthed kisses along his pretty face.

"I think I can tell." You wrap your arms around his neck, placing little kisses on his neck. You know he likes it.

You're still unsure of doing this, mainly because all of Kenma's friends are not too far from the closet that has no lock on it. Things could easily go south. Kuroo would love to get in on the action if he were to find you guys, he has before.

A slim finger hooks onto your waistband and slowly pulls at it. "Quit being a tease. If we're doing this, then hurry up." Kenma only smirks at your sudden urgency.

Kenma closes the distance, his voice soft in your ear, "Calm down momma." He's playing dirty now.

He knows that nickname makes you fold. Every. Damn. Time. With your brain being slightly clouded he's able to take control.

You were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the closet because you weren't planning to wear any cute panties until all the guests left.

He caresses your thigh, dragging out the growing arousal in your gut. There's most likely a wet spot on your panties right now.

"Is it bad I'm already hard?" His voice is hoarse even though you guys haven't done anything yet.

"Stop playing, touch me, Ken." You whine getting fed up with his incessant teasing.

"Okay, princess, whatever you want." Without wasting any time your panties are pulled down and two of Kenma's fingers find your dripping cunt.

He's quick to push his fingers in. It hurts just a little bit but the pain goes away as his fingers work you open. "Hah, so good cuz of my skillful gam-"

"Fuck- if you say your 'skillful gamer hands' I'm going to leave this closet." Kenma knows you won't leave the closet, not when he's fucking you so good with his fingers.

Your boyfriend continues at a quick pace. To stay upright you have one hand gripping his shoulder, while your other reaches to rub sloppy circles into your clit.

"So pretty when you touch yourself." He moans rather loudly. It takes him by surprise when you stop touching yourself to cover his mouth. Your juices get on his face.

"Shhhh. Your loud ass is gonna get us caught." Instead of listening to your warning, he tries to push you over the edge. His other hand finds your clit that you abandoned. You would think that his movement would be sloppy, but yet here he is being precise with the way he fucks you with his fingers.

This time around you let out a moan, not as loud as Kenma's. You've concluded that your boyfriend is kind of a slut for you.

Kenma knows that you're getting close. The way your breathing changes, the way you desperately clutch to him, the way you stumble on your words, he loves all of it.

"Getting close?" He teased.

You don't say anything- or more like you can't say anything. Pleasure clouds your mind. All you want is to cum.

"Hah- can't cum yet baby. 's my birthday." With that statement, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to admire the slick on them.

The blonde pulls his cock free from those restraining pants of his. A small groan escapes those plush lips of his when he thumbs at his slit. And he doesn't warn you before entering your pussy.

You gasp rather loudly, his cock filling you up to the brim just the way you like it.

Kenma lets out the loudest moan ever when he feels your tight pussy squeeze him. You count about a minute before he starts to move.

His thrusts aren't calculated as usual. Kenma is a very smart person and weighs out his options before doing something, but when it comes to you, he always loses himself. He calls you the most dangerous weapon.

The grip you have on his shoulders is deadly. You decide to kiss him, only to shut up his loud moans.

Kenma continues at this uneven pace, fucking up into your dripping cunt. You move one hand into his hair to pull at it.

"Shit, Mommy- feels so good," Kenma whines into your ear and you melt on the spot.

Kenma feels you squeeze his cock more than you did before. Your eyes screw shut and you see white.

"I'm gonna-"

Kenma beats you to it by a few seconds. That pretty cock of his paints your insides white, not slowing down for a second. The sounds your bodies make slapping against each other are loud and obnoxious.

You're quick to cum after him, pleasure taking over your body, which almost gave out and it wasn't even crazy sex.

"Ken, we... we gotta hurry up. I'll go change and-"

Kenma finds your panties, and pulls them back up, a sinister smile growing. "Be good mama, don't let them know what we were doing."

"You don't expect me to go out there full of-"

"Hell yeah, I do." He pulls his boxers and pants up.

In the closet, he grabs your hand while leading you out.

end note: idk how to feel abt this.. ik its my first time. but i still dont like it lol. tell me what u think

[v1x3n]

-⸝⸝ʚ THE MOHAWK ɞ⸝⸝

141 - johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you're an art teacher who moved over to a new school for a new start, you weren't expecting to get in between 4 of the other teachers ; johnny mctavish - the chemistry teacher, simon riley - the english teacher, kyle garrick - the pe teacher and john price - the history teacher.

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff - eventual angst, more fluff and smut.

part one / ?? - also not proof read

your last school got annoying, some shitty northern school where all the kids wouldnt listen. the annoying little pricks would run rampage across the place, litter everywhere because the school spent the money not on bins or cleaners but for stuff for the principal and the higher ups. so you quit and jumped from school to school untill you landed at this one.

this new school had its ups and downs but all good schools had that. the staff were nice and the kids were decent. not many kids were classed as 'rebels', most of them were good, well-behaved. well in school they were, you didnt want to see what kind of stuff they did after school. even just being in the school half a week, you had heard some stuff. normal British school rumours though. 'this teachers shagged students!' 'i heard the pe teacher is a nonce and cheating on his wife!' obviously they werent true though.

after a while you had met nearly every one in your floor, you hadnt met this one man who was strutting around. speaking to everyone and then eventually you. it was lunch break and you with a few other teachers were chatting, thats when he rocked up. he wore a ironed light blue shirt with a black/grey sweater on the top, his sleeves rolled up to the top of his forearm, just below his elbow. his pants were brown and perfectly outlined the shape of his bulking thighs. "yer new 'ere" he speaks, directly at you yet you hadnt noticed and continued eating your pasta pot. so he sat next to you, he dumped himself down and smiled cheekily at you, "i said 'yer new 'ere" his voice changed to a more dominating tone.

"ah sorry!" you slightly chuckle, pure nervousness. he returns a wide smile at you whilst he takes in your laugh. you give him your name and he replies with, "nice to meet ya, me names johnny"

as you continue eating your meal, he pulls out his. you take the chance to gaze up at his face, well more his hair. his kind of grown out Mohawk made you think what his personality was like. he seemed nice so far.

strange.

you couldnt say it wasnt pretty hot though, obviously you wouldn't tell people that! you were barley a week into being at this school and you had liked it so far, you wouldnt want your chances ruined because of your silly attraction to his hair. his fluffy, brown long hair.

"what department ye in, bonnie?"

"art"

"hm." he sits whilst chewing down on his beef sandwich.

the two of yous talked for a while, the whole of lunch actually. a few people tagged along, just another teacher who you had been talking too for the last few days, she was nice. her name was liv and she was luckily another art teacher. you three were talking, mostly about you : where you came from,other schools youve been at and what you thought on this school.

everyone shared their opinions on the school, you thought it was decent whilst the other two liked it. they had told you after a bit all the flaws dont seem like flaws. it was entertaining, all the rumours and drama that went around.

lunch soon finished and johnny smiled cheekily once more at you, "what days will you be working?"

"i get mondays off" you reply with a happy smile. "great! i ken see ya everyday" he smirks.

you giggle nervously at him and nod, "ill see ya, johnny"

"bye hen"

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Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse was to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he could do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

     “So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk. 

     This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your round cheek. He let you cry in his arms, kissing your forehead and murmuring into your ear about all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out. 

     That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of. 

     Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your supple skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out. 

     “Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves the attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder. 

     “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

     “Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue, oceanic eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze. 

     Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come. 

     Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s dry, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task. 

     With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

[chaifootsteps]

Also the transphobia thing:

She said it was fake, edited, and without context.

Fake means completely made up.

Edited means it's real with alterations.

Out of context means it's all real but missing the context before and after.

Which is it Viv? Because you just outed yourself as a liar AGAIN.

Also the Moe's pfp is a dead giveaway with her shitty typing. They're real. She's a transphobe. Let's not forget she misgendered Ken several times and I haven't seen her refer to Raph as a male at all. Just "they/them".

Doesn't it strike anyone odd that for as much "rep" as her show has, that there's no nonbinary characters? Sure, maybe some bg ones from the crew, but there's no main ones or side ones (like Sallie being the trans woman rep.)

She's transphobic to enbys and transmen. End of story.

But of course, her standom will say that the fact that she's friends with a trans person/has trans characters absolves her of all wrongdoing, even as they misgender and abuse trans people who commit the cardinal sin of criticizing her.

(In fairness, pretty sure Raph's pronouns are he/them. But no, I've never heard her refer to him as he/him either.)

[teewritessmth]

~~Fragmented Affection Part 02~~

Kenny x f! reader

Summary : After splitting with your shitty ex, you seek comfort in your best friend Kenny. But are you two just friends?

Warnings : smut, breastplay, blowjobs, cum, safe sex

You ring his doorbell and within seconds he opens his door wide with the biggest smile on his face.

"Hey Kenny".

You greet him and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso and breathes in your scent.

"Hey beautiful, thank you for coming."

Your face flushes as you remember the nickname he used to call you all the time. It's been a while he said that, so it made you feel a little giddy inside.

Kenny holds you by your wrist and gently leads to you to his table.

"Did you bring your TV in the kitchen, Ken?"

"Uh yeah...I thought maybe we could watch your favorite show while we ate so we don't have awkward pauses during dinner."

Your heart burst at his gesture, he was such a sweetheart.

"Are you the cutest?".

"I'm afraid I might be."

He pinches your cheeks and pulls your chair for you.

The rest of the dinner goes by in a flash. Kenny either making small jokes about the characters or adding his own character to the show. You stomach hurt from laughter as you lay in his couch, watching him bring his TV back to the correct place. You smile at him and give him a backhug.

Kenny stiffens a little bit but reciprocates your hug and gently kisses your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest and hold him tight.

"I love you Kenny" "I love you Y/n"

Both of you immediately let go of the hug and look at each other, eyes wide. No way you said that the same time he did.

"Y/n?"

"You're explaining first"

"Fine, sit down."

He let's out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Y/n, you've been a great friend to me all these years. But recently, I've felt so much more for you. Everytime I call you, you're there. You're laughter is like music to me. My jokes are effortlessly funny when I say them to you. I've never felt anything this deep for anyone I have ever met."

Your eyes water. The man in front of you had bared his heart out to you and you couldn't even form coherent words for him.

"K-Ken".

That's all you say before you get into his lap and kiss him.

He returns your kiss with the same urgency, combing his fingers through your hair. You held his face and kissed him deeper, your tongue gently caressing his.

No words were exchanged as you slid his shirt off him and traced his abs. He took off your top and helped you out of your pants, leaving you in your undergarments.

You dropped to you knees as you palmed him through his shorts, feeling his hard member through his shorts.

He helps you take off his pants followed with his boxers as you push him back to the couch. He lets out a small laugh and caresses your cheek as you kneel infront of him.

"You're so pretty".

You blush and slowly stroke his dick, licking gently at the head. He lets out a gasp and makes a ponytail with your hair in his hand. You give him a long lick from his base and envelope your mouth around him, loving the way his head falls back at the sensation.

You bob your head faster, trying to fit all of him inside your mouth and pull back with a 'pop' sound.

You hear him suck in a breath and look at you confused.

You climb up to his lap and whisper in his ear-

"Finish in me first, then finish in my mouth whenever you want".

He groans and attacks your neck with kisses and unclasps your bra. You toss it aside as his big hands cup your boobs and leave kisses on them. He takes a nipple in his mouth and gently sucks on it, fondling the other one with his free hand. You feel goosebumps across your body as he switches to the other boob, giving it the same treatment.

You line the tip of his dick to your entrance as you slowly sink down on him, gasping and moaning by how well he stretched you out.

"K-Kenny, please fuck me".

That being said, he holds you steady by your hips and thrusts upwards into you.

You lean towards him, pulling him closer to you as you ride him reaching closer to your orgasm.

He spills inside you with a groan the same time you cum around his dick. Your thighs shake due to the intensity of your orgasm and Kenny picks you up, carrying you into his bedroom.

After a quick clean up session, you two hold each other and talk about all the times you've felt strongly for each other. Kenny keeps on kissing your face like a million times but hey, you didn't mind.

Throughout the course of the night, that man fucked you on his couch, on his bed and in his shower when you woke up the next day.

Truly the most affectionate man you'll ever come across against.

Requested by @sexybarkbark

[kinkandkreep]

♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty @kawaiimusiccollection @nekogeisha-blog @k-cris @dreamsygirl @fishisahappydog @mikeyaki

Ken closed the shop a little earlier than usual following his confrontation with Mikey. 

It wasn’t that he was too hurt to continue working, not at all. He’d been in much worse fights in his youth, and sustained much more serious injuries. 

Ken figured he’d need to message you and do some damage control. After all, he had promised that he would control himself when Mikey came over.

Locking the entrance door and flicking the brightly blinking “open” sign off, Ken shut off the lights in the showroom, did one last check to ensure everything was secure and began making his way upstairs, phone in hand. 

Me:

Hey __, I’m sorry, I really tried to rein in my temper but it got the best of me. Aside from the obvious, is everything ok?

Ken’s not expecting you to answer immediately, so he moves to pocket his device, surprised when he hears the chime indicating he’s received a message before he can do so. 

                                            __ 🐥:

Yeah, everything’s fine. Honestly, I should be the one asking you if you’re alright. Manjiro didn’t hit you too hard, did he?

Ken chuckles reading your message, having momentarily paused on his way up the steps to respond. 

Me:

No harder than he usually does when we get into spats. I’ll be fine. Is he still with you?

                                            __ 🐥:

I’ve retired upstairs for the evening. I can hear him shuffling about downstairs. I also heard his phone ringing, but it stopped pretty abruptly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left soon.

Me:

Tch, that asshole. Well, if he leaves and you need me, let me know. I’ve decided to close up shop a little early today.

                                             __ 🐥:

Thanks Ken. Tell Seishu I said hello, and make sure you get patched up. Call you tomorrow? 

Me:

Of course. Night, __. 

                                            __ 🐥:

                                         Night night.😚

Ken can’t help the small, fond smile that curls his lips upon reading your final message. Finishing his trek up the stairs, he calls out for Seishu, watching as the man ambles quietly out of his room.

“You call-...what happened to your face?”

Shaking his head, Ken waves away Seishu’s concern. 

“Mikey and I got into a little disagreement is all. You mind grabbing the first aid kit for me?”

Nodding, Seishu sets off to retrieve the kit he keeps under his bathroom sink. Once he has it, he approaches Ken, already making moves to treat and dress his split lip, bruised nose and swollen eye. 

“This looks like the result of more than just a “little disagreement” to me. You wanna share what it was about?”

Ken considers doing so for a moment, but ultimately decides against it. 

“I would, but it’s really not my place to share details unnecessarily. Let’s just say Mikey made a really shitty decision and I refused to cover for him.”

Seishu hums, lightly dabbing a cool, clean cloth against Ken’s lip. 

“Sounds serious. I won’t pry, but if at any point you do decide to share, I’m all ears.”

A little smile lifts the corners of Ken’s lips, somewhat exacerbating the laceration there and causing Seishu to quietly fuss. 

“Thanks, Seishu. Oh, and __ said hello. I talked to her a little earlier.”

Seishu’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of your name. 

“How’s __ been? It’s been so long since last we spoke.”

Ken prepares to speak, then grimaces at the memory of your current situation. 

“She-...she’s been better, but she’s strong. I know she’ll be alright.”

Seishu can sense the unease accompanying Ken’s words. He’s half a mind to press for details, but thinks better of it. 

“Well, you let her know that I’m here if she ever wants to talk. We should still have each other’s numbers.”

Ken nods. 

“Will do.”

You’re tired. And not only because of your husband’s stupidity. 

Hanma was about as rough as you expected him to be, which is to say, quite. 

Not that you mind of course, quite the opposite. 

A pleasant sort of ache radiates through your upper and lower halves. You stretch, thighs and abdomen quivering slightly from the movement. 

Laying still for a moment, you listen for Manjiro’s movements. You honestly expected him to be gone, given that you’d heard his phone ringing. 

‘What is he doing?’

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you lift yourself up from the bed, quietly making the trek downstairs. Peeking around the corner, you see Manjiro maneuvering around the kitchen. He seems to be cooking, which strikes you as odd because he normally avoids tasks like that like the plague. 

‘Does he really think that this is going to make up for what he’s done?’

You roll your eyes, making your way further into the kitchen. 

“Manjiro.”

The man startles the most minute amount, turning to level you with a surprised stare over his right shoulder. 

“Oh, __. I uh…thought I’d make us dinner.”

You have half a mind to spoil the treat and say that you and Shuji had already eaten, but Manjiro appears to be almost finished, and you’d hate to let all that food go to waste. 

So, you decide you’ll entertain him for the time being. 

“Ok.”

With that, you take a seat at the dining table, not paying any mind to Manjiro’s gaze, which follows you before returning to its previous place. 

About 5 minutes later, Manjiro is setting a plate loaded with your favorites before you. You’re surprised to admit how good everything looks, and perhaps Manjiro can tell as well. 

“Thank you.” 

Manjiro shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“My pleasure.” 

Taking his seat, you both say a quick “itadakimasu” before digging in. 

It’s mostly silent between the two of you, the only audible sound that of your utensils occasionally striking your plates.  You can see from the corner of your eye that Manjiro keeps throwing glances at you, and for a second, you deliriously worry that he’s done something to the food and is waiting for a reaction. 

“Is there something on my face?” Your words come out amused and slightly harsher than you intended, and Manjiro quickly averts his gaze. 

“No, I just…I was just lost in thought.”

“About what?”

It takes him a few seconds to respond. 

“Where we go from here.”

This gives you pause, and you slowly set your utensils down, leveling Manjiro with a critical stare. 

“I think the answer is fairly obvious, Manjiro.”  

His eyes widen, and you can see the most minute amount of fear begin flooding them. 

“W-what do you mean, __?”

“I want a divorce.”

You could swear the temperature takes a sharp nosedive following your words. Manjiro is frozen, mouth slightly agape. He flounders for a bit for words, before shakily smiling. 

“B-but __, I thought…we, I thought we were even. You slept with Hanma right? So now it’s even? Right?” 

You can’t help the loud guffaw that erupts out of you, causing you to double over.

“Even, Manjiro? Really? What are you, 5? I didn’t sleep with Hanma to get “even” with you. I did it to feel good. I wanted him to help me forget, even just for a brief while, about all the shit you put me through.”

Silent tears have begun streaming down Manjiro’s face, his chin wobbling as he listens. 

“No, no __ please. I don’t want a divorce, I-””

“I don’t care what you want!” You’ve never raised your voice at Manjiro before, but now you can’t help the overflow of emotions threatening to spill. 

“I have spent the better portion of my entire life thus far catering to you Manjiro. I have been nothing but selfless the entire time I’ve known you, always bending over backward to make sure you were accommodated. I’ve given you everything! My body, my heart, my very soul, I gave it all away to you the moment we first exchanged I love you’s.”

Your own tears have begun falling, and you furiously wipe them away. 

“But despite all that, you still found it in yourself to cheat on me. After all I’ve done for you, after how I loved you. I would’ve given you anything if only you’d asked.”

Manjiro has begun to sob, head tilted downward and shoulders shaking, fists clenched tightly on the table. 

“I’m sorry __, I-I’m so sorry. I love you, I swear I do, I just…I just couldn’t-”

You don’t care to hear what excuse Manjiro is going to try and give you. With a last scrub at your still wet cheeks, you abruptly stand, pushing back your chair and carrying your mostly emptied plate over to the sink to be washed at a later time. 

“Wait, __,where are you going?” There’s an edge of panic lacing Manjiro’s words, and he stands as well, partially full plate forgotten. 

“Upstairs. I’ll be spending the night at Ken’s.”

You try to brush past Manjiro, but find that he’s blocking your path. 

“What, so you can fuck him too?”

Your hand’s never moved so fast in your life. Manjiro’s head snaps to the side, an angry red print beginning to form on his cheek. 

“Don’t equate me to you, you piece of shit. I’m not some whore that doesn’t know how to keep their legs closed, unlike someone.” 

You quickly maneuver around the still man, rushing upstairs and pulling out your overnight bag. You speedily but meticulously pack everything you’ll need, even packing extra in case you decide to extend your stay. 

You can hear Manjiro ascending the stairs, stopping just outside of your bedroom. You can see him watching you out of your periphery, dark eyes made darker with some emotion that you can’t quite place. 

Ignoring him for the moment, you finish your preparations, making your way to the door and finding that Manjiro is blocking your path once again. You roll your eyes, exasperated. 

“Move, Manjiro.”

“No __, you are not leaving me.”

He finally makes eye contact with you, and his expression sends a chill down your spine. 

Manjiro’s eyes are empty, lacking any light or emotion. They stare through you, leaving you feeling uncomfortably exposed. 

You can see the slightest clench of his jaw, and his breathing, though quiet, is audible. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m staying cooped up in this house with a monster like you. Now move. I won’t ask again.”

Prepared to strong arm your way past him, you soon find the wind knocked out of you and your picture of the world flipped as Manjiro tackles you back onto your bed. 

“L-let me go! Manjiro!”

“I said, you are not leaving me!”

Manjiro appears deranged- eyes wide, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. The two of you wrestle, but Manjiro is, of course, leagues stronger than you are. 

“You belong to me __. You’re mine. Not Hanma’s, not Kenny’s, not Izana’s, you belong solely to ME.”

Leaning down, Manjiro forcefully covers your lips with his own, trying and failing to snake his tongue into your mouth. 

Pulling back, he growls beneath his breath, before speaking once more. 

“You’re the crazy one for thinking I was ever going to let you go.”

Dipping back down, he tightens a hand around your throat, causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, engaging you in a sloppy, one-sided kiss. 

Fearing that things will escalate, you do the only thing you can think to in the moment. 

Biting down with all the force you’re able to muster, you feel more than hear Manjiro’s muffled scream. When he begins pulling away, you rear back, proceeding to headbutt him. 

Now, groaning and clutching his face, he’s retracted from you fully, and without taking another moment to consider it, you grab your bag and bolt out of the room and downstairs, quickly slipping on your shoes and ignoring Manjiro’s pained cries of your name. 

You rush out the door, quickly dialing Ken’s number as you begin heading in the direction of his shop.

It’s 30 minutes later when you find yourself curled up on Ken’s couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket and trying not to think about what transpired earlier. 

Ken has retreated into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea for you both, and every so often he throws concerned glances your way. You haven’t yet told him what exactly had happened, but you sounded distraught over the phone. 

Finished with preparing your tea, Ken carefully carries both cups to the couch, silently offering you yours. You accept with a quiet “thank you” and allow the steam rising from the cup to soothe your nerves. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ken watches you from the corner of his eyes, his own cup sat on the coffee table. 

You shake your head. “Not right this moment. Maybe a little later.”

Ken nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You immediately snuggle into his embrace, head laying on his shoulder. 

“I slept with Hanma.”

You can feel him nod. 

“I figured.”

“I thought it would make me feel better, and it did, for a little while. But now I just feel…dirty. Like I’m no better than Manjiro. We’re still married after all.”

Ken listens quietly as you vent, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. 

“Normally, yes, two wrongs don’t make a right. But Mikey left you in a vulnerable place, __. It’s understandable that you reacted in the way that you did. And besides, he’s the one who betrayed you. I wouldn’t be so worried about returning the favor.”

A small smile curves your mouth. 

“Thanks Ken. You know, I really, truly appreciate you being here for me.”

The man grins, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“No problem __, it’s my pleasure.”

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈⁿᵉˢˢ. 😭 ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ…

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ. 🙃

ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ? ⁱᵐ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿ' ʸᵃˡˡ, ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 6 ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿ' ᵐʸ ASS.

ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ! ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ 3 ᵈᵃʸˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ. ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈⁱˡʸ. 😂

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿ'! 👋🏾

[ofstardustanddreaming]

never too much

oneshot summary: (the request) Throughout their first few weeks of being in a romantic relationship together, Nanami finds out that reader is still pretty shy and insecure of herself. She wants to hold his hand, hug him, kiss his cheeks, talk to him and rant about anything— his heart melts. Yet reader gets insecure, being told in the past that she was clingy and talkative, not wanting to make Nanami uncomfortable, she keeps it to herself instead of showing affection. Nanami makes the first moves of the mentioned gestures of affection, so she can feel comfortable around him, hopefully.

content warnings: heavy talk on insecurities, mention of shitty exes, and nanami being super comforting

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - oh anon, this tugged at my heartstrings. i always love fics like this, and i feel like nanami would be so sweet lol. i enjoyed writing it, i hope y'all enjoy reading it!

Two months is how long you have been dating Kento Nanami and every day has felt like a dream. He's the perfect boyfriend that you always dreamed of, feeling like you were in a fairytale. And today was no different really. Today marked the first weekend you'd be spending at his place, the first time either of you step in the direction of spending the night. He was the one to ask if you'd like too, and you of course have to jump on the chance.

You decide to plant yourself outside of his work with his favorite snack (and one you grabbed for yourself, obviously) from the bakery, knowing he was working some overtime and probably needed a little pick me up. You also figure seeing him after work could be a good surprise, you only hope he might want to see you after work. You had gotten out of work early, so it made sense to you, while you made the plan on the train, to be able to make a quick pitstop.

You look around anxiously for Nanami, hoping you hadn't missed him, or he had gotten out early as well. But you had nothing to fear as you see him walk out, his face brightening when he saw you, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Hey sweetheart, what a nice surprise seeing you here." He says to you, and his first plan of attack when seeing you was to shoulder the overnight bag you had brought with you to Jujutsu High, that contained what you needed for the weekend visit. It made your heart flutter when he so mindlessly did the most gentlemen of things. The next thing he did was with the opposite hand than that of the arm shouldering the bag, was to offer it to you as you both walk to his place. He doesn't live too far from Jujutsu High and it was a nice day outside. A perfect day for a walk, as he told you, making sure you knew that he doesn't live to far.

"Of course Ken, I hope you don't mind me stopping at your work so soon in our relationship. You also didn't have to grab my bag, but thank you for doing it. Oh! And before I forget, I got another surprise. I picked up some treats for us this weekend, some of our favorites." You tell him, cringing a little. You weren't sure if you had been talking too much, or jumping around in your statements. Previous relationships had always made some comment regarding your talking levels, always being roped in with being clingy. You glance over at Nanami, who is smiling down at you, eyes darting between your face and the route in front of you, making you relax a tiny bit.

"These treats sound lovely for this weekend. I also don't mind you stopping by at work, you always brighten my day. And in no way is it a problem for me to hold the bag for you." He says, noting your jumpiness around him still. He genuine about enjoying seeing you after work, even if the relationship was still relatively new. He could feel his heart blossom anytime he saw you, something he hasn't really felt with anyone else. He was hoping that he wasn't pushy at all with you though, concerned he would seem to forward and make you uncomfortable with any words or advances he has made.

He did notice that you weren't one to initiate any sort of first contact, not that he expected that at the initial part of the relationship, but he was a bit nervous if him grabbing your hand earlier seemed too forward. But he holds the observation inside, wanting to enjoy the weekend and not focus on something that could be nothing. Surely you'd say something if you were uncomfortable he truly hoped. (Although if he felt you were uncomfortable he'd sit you both down to talk about it.) But he figures you just didn't enjoy initiating contact first in such a new relationship, and besides, he loves initiating contact anyway.

"Any plans for the weekend?" You ask, changing the subject as the both of you come up to his house. He messes around with the lock, trying to find the right key, as he talks a lot about relaxing for the evening at least, leaving the rest of the weekend up to fate.

You're curious about his house, really soaking up the outside while he swings open the door. Two stories, plain looking outside. Knowing Nanami, he was a very minimalist person, and you were right in that guess. Inside the house, it was very minimalistic. As you walk through the entrance way and into the main area, you pause in the living area to really take it in while he takes your bag to the guest room.

He has a couple of hanging plants next to the long sliding doors. The light filtering through the blinds, his TV stand pushed up against the wall so it wasn't blinded by the sunlight. The couch placed in the nice sunlight of the window and a blanket hanging off it, and you could only imagine how warm it felt there. You're brought out of your thoughts when Nanami walks back into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps causing you to sharply turn to him.

He's out of his work clothes and into more lounge wear, and it sparks you into moving into the guest room to do the same for yourself, shedding yourself from the workday. You come back out to see him making dinner, your eyebrows raising in shock.

"We could have ordered take out, you didn't have to go to the trouble of making anything." You say, grabbing his attention.

"I do enjoy cooking, you know. This is no trouble at all, really." He says, continuing his thought. "It's simple and easy, to kick off the evening."

You smile, relief at the thought it wasn't too much trouble. You sit at the table near the kitchen, still visible to each other and close enough to hear each other talk if you wanted too. It was kept minimal though as he was hyper-focused. He soon finishes the dinner though, as he promised a quick and easy make, bringing your plate over to you, and you continue what small conversation you had. And to your appreciation, it flowed. It isn't forced and awkward. This is the first time in a long string of awful exes that you've felt truly listened too by someone, without them wanting to get something in return for it.

He asks you questions, sincerity behind the tone, really listening to your answers. He looks you in your eyes as you respond, causing your face to warm up anytime he looks at you for longer than 10 seconds. You're starting to worry you're rambling too much.

"But yeah, I think that's the new idea I came up with would work, I'm just unsure how to bring it up. I'm sure they'd choose someone else's idea first though, I don't know if mine is the best." You catch yourself rambling, your breath hitching. "Sorry, not to hog the conversation. Has Gojo done anything to bother you lately?" And your eyes shift. What if he thought you were trying to find out about another man.

"Your idea is good, but that's the second time you've done that, you know. Stopping yourself from talking, that is." He says instead, and your eyes snap up to his. His eyes are ones of concern, and you aren't sure how to respond.

"Sorry. I don't notice I do it." You finally stammer out, and Nanami looks understanding.

"Hey, it's okay. Just a small observation. Sorry to put you on the spot, truly. Gojo was relatively fine today, but then again, I wasn't around him very often." Nanami continues, noting how nervous you were about the observation. He didn't mean to say it so bluntly and take you off guard, very willing to switch the topic for your sake.

You both finish up eating, where you both playfully fought over you helping with the dishes. You eventually won when you flicked some of the water in his face. (Although he didn't miss you you tense, worried you took it a step too far.) But he gently laughs at it, pulling you in close to stand next to him at the sink to wash and dry. The hand on the waist when he pulled you in made your body ghost shiver, and you hope he doesn't feel that. You swear he lets his hand linger though, for a second longer than necessary, sure that he might have felt your shiver anyway.

You fall into a peaceful silence while you wash and you so badly want to rest your head on his chest, but you refrain. As you finish up, you both head over to the couch to relax for the rest of the night. He brings over the snacks you bought as well, intending to eat them over whatever it is you both choose to do.

"Any ideas for a movie?" He asks, deciding to take a small lead. He sees how nervous you are in suggesting something new, as if he wouldn't want to do what you suggest, and he wants to help with that. He did notice in previous situations that you tend to get bashful at suggesting anything, opting to let him have the choice in what to do. He didn't want to always make the decision, always wanting to hear your input as well. At the very least here, he could start with nudge you into voicing what ideas you have about a movie.

"Something in the romantic genre?" You question, wanting to see if that's a good idea with him, and he nods. You're excited, previous relationships not really wanting much to do with romance, thinking it was one of your "tactics" to push them into doing more romantic activities. Nanami's considerations for what you want to do always took you by surprise, in a good way. He looks fine with the decision too, scrolling through the lists on the variety of streaming services. You both settle on a movie that sounds promising that neither of you have seen before.

You both lean back into the couch, and you nervously bite at your nails. You curl your legs under you as you glance over at Nanami, craving the touch of cuddling, unsure of how to ask for it without it being awkward. He's coming back from dimming the lights and closing the blinds as he sits next to you, and thankfully you don't have to worry about asking. He grabs the blanket off the couch as he also hits play on the movie. He wraps the blanket around the both of you, as the blanket was big enough to wrap around two people, and you couldn't be more happy at the invitation.

He pulls you into his chest and you feel warm as you bury yourself into his chest. His frame makes you feel secure as he strokes your arm and side. His heartbeat was soothing as you burrow into him. Your arms strengthen their grip on him as he pulls you even closer. You turn your focus to the movie, enjoying the warmth for a majority of it.

But the movie then pulls you out of the comforting trance right around the climax though, where the fight between the love characters are at a high. It reminds you of what used to be. The guy uses the woman's exes against her, saying that maybe they were right about her personality. Maybe that he should've listened to them and should have never went out with her.

What if Nanami finds about about your insecurities or clinginess, and decides to use it against you? Is your thought, and it causes you to stiffen. It's enough to get Nanami looking down at you with his brows furrowed in curiosity. He pauses the movie and you look up at him, worry at ruining movie night.

His heart hurts when he sees the gloss of tears in your eyes. He shifts you both around, the dim lighting allowing him to still see you clearly when he sits you to face him.

"Hey, it's okay. I know we've been going slow for two months, and we haven't known each other for very long, but you can talk to me." He speaks with a soft tone in his voice, eyes shifting around your face for any sudden changes in your demeanor.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." You whisper out at first, tears falling quick. He wipes them away, the pads of his fingers cool and welcome against your warming skin, letting you take your time.

"It just made me worry about previous exes talking to you. You would've found out eventually about my personality, but maybe they would've told you sooner and you would leave me sooner." You say, looking at him with your lip trembling a little. He senses your heightened anxiety, but he can't imagine what they'd have to say to him. Anything an ex had to say about you, he'd assume was a lie until you told him otherwise. He lets you collect your thoughts before you continue.

"I suppose it's better you hear it from me anyway. I'm too clingy. I'm too talkative. That's what they all said anyway when they broke up with me. It's the reason they did. And even though you might be the best relationship I've had where I was starting to not have to worry about that, it'll be the reason you break up with me too, eventually. Even though I'm trying to control myself and not be too touchy or talkative, it'll still be too much for you. One day I'll talk too much or want one to many kisses and it'll cause you to break up with me." You tell him, trying to easy your way out of his touch, worried that would even be too much for him.

You're full on sobbing now, standing up from the couch and pacing in front of him. He stands up next to you and pulls you by the wrist to try and stop you.

"That's why you primarily want me to initiate anything, huh. Darling, look at me." He wraps his other arm around your waist, the one on your wrist coming up to gently trace your face. "Hey, it's okay. I haven't minded initiating contact at all these past couple of months. I know I may not have touched you often, I can't imagine how hard that must have been for someone who loves touch. I just didn't want to cross your boundaries, I always wondered why you seemed hesitant to reach out to me or kiss me. I even wondered why you always seemed cautious with your words, as if I wouldn't give the chance to hear your beautiful words."

He sets you both down on the couch again, your breath still hitching, still also feeling bad about stopping the movie night. It's as if Nanami can sense that too, quick to get on more with his speech.

"I need you to know that they're all wrong. I want nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around me. I don't mind you touching me, I don't mind you talking to me about any and every thought you have. It's you being a regular human. And so what if you need a little more contact than what's considered a norm? That's what's normal to you, alright? I'd let you know if I need space, but that's so rare. I want you to feel comfortable enough that you don't hesitate to kiss me because that's just what you feel you need. Much like I'd pull you in for a hug because it's what I need. If anything, you should be telling me off if I'm not providing you the support you need. From now on, don't hold your breath and deny me the chance to hear your gorgeous voice. I can't imagine how starved you've been for contact you've been denying yourself and craving, and I can't believe I haven't been giving enough of that contact, especially since I've been catching on lately. How stupid I've been to not ask you outright." He cups his hands around your face and you sigh, leaning into his touch.

Your tears are stopping, he plants many kisses alongside your nose, forehead, anywhere on your face. He kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips, deepening the third one. You really lean into that one, hands balling the fabric of his shirt up. You start to let go, and he's quick to remind you that it's okay. As long as you feel comfortable to touch him.

"You may not be okay with it right away, and we'll have our boundary talks as situations arise, but I'm willing to stand with you side by side." He says, a finger tracing the outline of your face.

"Thank you Ken. I don't even know how to begin to thank you."

"You don't have too. It's what relationships are, it's about finding that middle ground." You bite your lip and threw caution to the wind for once in the relationship. You take charge and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you could for the skinship, shaking in his embrace. He wraps his arms as tight as they could go without hurting you, burying his face in your neck. He maneuvers you both in the lying position on the couch, wrapping the blanket around you both, the movie you both had put on now long forgotten. As you both now take in the warm embrace, you're glad to have shared in the vulnerability. Even if it's a two month relationship, it was good to take a step forward in a new relationship, as you both drift to sleep.

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Finale

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also.It's just colors and vibes here. It's been a chaotic journey, but it finally ends today, most likely with a character death, so . . .

Disclaimer: I'm just screaming this entire post.

Surprising absolutely no one, Barbara immediately forgave Charles. Like I wrote last week, I'll hold this grudge for both of us, Babe.

If this bastard is still alive by the end of this, there is no justice in the world.

Did he just give them a key to get out? They could just walk through a door, but . . . I'll take it. Kentana is trying to redeem himself. Now, KILL YOUR SHITTY FATHER, and you will earn the top place in my heart.

Don't do it, Way Way. Don't. I see you eyeing that man, but you will take zero bullets for Pete or Babe. Am I clear?! NONE! I don't care if you are wearing white compared to everyone else's black. You will not die. No.

I'm not even going to say shit about these two's colors because BIG RED JUST KILLED A KID!

OH FUCK! HE IS KILLING EVERYONE!

KIMBERLY! I LOVE YOU!

And this is why you deserve to die. Who does something like this? It's not a porn, sir. This is a murder. You're about to die. Not get laid.

WAYMOND, NO! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO THIS! NOOOOOOOOOO!

I know it's blood, but the 'smoke' being red too is great and I need more of it as BIG RED DIES FOR KILLING WAY WAY!

Y'all are letting Big Red talk too much while Way Way is just bleeding out on the floor, and I just need one of y'all to apply pressure to the wound so Way has a fighting chance. Please for the love of God. PLEASE! LET WAY LIVE!

Oh, shit, this is awful. Do NOT think about any good memories with this man who wore red in the past but no longer does for some wacky reason. Those memories are all tainted. He is awful. KILL HIM ALREADY AND GET WAY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL!

I HATE HIM! Barbara, don't you trade your life for Charles. Don't fucking do it. Charles came back from the dead once. He can do it again. KILL BIG RED ALREADY!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES! I LOVE KENTA! KILL HIM!

YOU KILLED YOUR SHITTY FATHER! YOU'VE DONE WHAT NO OTHER BL BOY HAS EVER DONE!

YOU WON MY HEART!

Now, someone go hug him! Pete what the fuck are you doing?! One boyfriend is dying and another is breaking down. DO SOMETHING, PETER!

I knew this was going to happen! I knew Way was gonna die taking a bullet for Babe. I knew it, and I'm still upset! WHY?! Why can't Peter have TWO boyfriends?! Why do we always have to kill someone to redeem them and to cancel them out of the poly plot equation. LET POLY HAPPEN!

Fuck, Alan is crying.

FUCK!

I will not be pacified with Jeffrey finally being consumed by blue. I'm still very upset about Way Way having to die instead of Peter just having two boyfriends.

Vegas' Hedgehog, I'm so over your ass! Red flowers?! At Way's funeral?! That is sooooo rude! What is wrong with you?! Read the room, you pretty bitch! RED IS OUT! Way died for the blue! THE BLUE!

I hate this necklace. I hate that Way is dead instead of being taken care of by his two boyfriends. Where the hell is Ken anyway?! Why is he not holding Peter's hand right now? WHAT IS THIS LIE?!

I trust your dad, Barbie, because he is wearing blue, but you have had to cry a thousand tears this episodes, and I pray like GMMTV's First, you stay hydrated because crying can wreck havoc on a thirsty body.

Y'all cannot fuck the grief away in the blue. You can try, but Waymond is still gonna be dead instead of having two boyfriends. This is a real problem, and I want it addressed. RIGHT NOW!

KIMBERLY! YOU'RE BLUE NOW!

Everyone is in blue, and then we have Vegas' fucking Hedgehog in those damn orange pants, and . . . AHHHHHHH *starts throwing clothes around the room and out the window*

Barbie is lighter. He is still black, but now he has the white mixed with it while he looks longingly into the eyes of his Blue Boy (who lied to him several times including lying about his death, pero I'll carry this grudge for both of us, Barbara)

Now why the fuck are you wearing red, Alan?! Why won't this show just let me have nice things?!

So . . . now that this is all over and I, unsurprisingly, did NOT get poly nor Kenta x Pete, I will be unblocking the tags because seeing black boxes on my dash is driving me crazy, and I need to reblog some GIFs of Kimberly, Alan, and Waymond x Peter x Kentana to fill this huge void in my heart where a poly plot would have perfectly fit.

I will never go back and watch this show with subs. Never. Whatever I got from it was exactly what I needed to get from it, and I need nothing else. Because what I got was a boy FINALLY deciding to

KILL HIS SHITTY FATHER

Kenta, you deserve my respect. You loved Pete. You helped all the guys in your own way. You killed your shitty dad. You committed queer wrongs, and I forgive every single one of them. You deserve a happy life, and I hope you are laying in Pete's bed with his arms around you thinking about what y'all will have for breakfast, so he can read your mind and go make it for you.

I like you.

I respect you.

I love you.

And so does Pete.

GIVE ME POLY, DAMN IT!