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dwaekkicidal · 5 months

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Shhh.....

˚ʚChan x Gn!readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: inspired by chan's part in this

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: almost exactly 1k words lol (993)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader; nicknames: honey, pup(py), kinda pervy!3racha but chanxreader, not really bratty but super whiney reader, soft chris until he talks dirty, kinda dacryphilia?, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), exhibitionism, not a warning really but I switch between calling him Chan/Channie & Chris

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: @chvnmax im so sorry (im not that ask put not normal thoughts in my head.) idk if this is actually full on corruption kink like the og post but it sent me into a pervy skz spiral

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Picture this:

Stray Kids recording day for their next comeback. You’re their cute little 9th member and they always have you do your set of lines last so that they can take their time with you. Everybody but 3racha has already returned to their assigned dorms. Changbin and Chan are sitting in the office chairs while Jisung lounges on the couch (probably asleep).

They watch in awe as you nail most of your lines until you get to one that’s a little too hard. After multiple takes not coming out well, you’re so busy moaning and groaning into the mic out of frustration that you’re chronically unaware of how crystal clear your sounds are coming out for them. Eventually it even gets to the point where you bounce in place out of pure agitation. You’re in a low-cut top and the clear view of your collarbone has the 3 men on the other side of the glass in an absolute chokehold.

“Honey.. You gotta calm down.” Chan says softly into his own mic, adjusting his dick in his pants. You pout and cross your arms across your chest, accidentally pulling your shirt lower as you toss and turn in a fit. Jisung is basically drooling from his spot on the couch and it’s honestly his breaking point. Changbin and him decide to take a 'walk' and say they’ll be back in an hour with food, while Chan says that he’ll stick back with you to help perfect your lines.

It’s all going well until you get to another bump in the recording and you complain into the mic to the point where your eyes water. With the sight of your watery doe eyes and deep pout staring at him from the other side of the glass, Chris really starts to get bothered by the tightness in his pants.

“Come out here, Pup. Let’s take a break.” He says with only pure intentions as he stands and stretches. Little to no ulterior motives while you rush out the room and throw yourself into his arms, rubbing your chest onto him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes again. Completely innocent motives until he glances down to where your bodies meet, his eyes catching a glimpse of your pretty nipples thanks to your shirt dipping even more.

Deciding that he’s had enough he closes his eyes and loudly groans before meeting your eyes again and holding a death grip onto your hips. He leads you to the couch as you look up at him with an innocent look.

“Channie..?” you ask out sweetly. You expect a response but he silently turns you around and bends you over the couch, one of your knees rest on the bottom cushions while he squishes your face into the back cushions.

“You just have to be a little brat, huh. Just can’t be a good puppy for one goddamn day.” He teases and pulls the skimpy booty shorts you wore. He pulls your underwear down to your knees before freeing himself from his stupid jeans. Wanting to skip the prep and knowing you were still loose from the events in the storage room a few hours prior, he pulls out a travel sized bottle of lube from his pocket before squirting some onto his dick.

He gives you no time to react before he rubs himself against you and thrusts into you, setting a fast pace right off the bat. The tears from earlier return and are quickly soaked up by the couch when they finally fall. You whimper apologies into the cushions as Chris lets out filthy comments from behind you.

“It’s never your fault, is it baby?”

“Always a big cry baby until Daddy stuffs his dick inside your pretty little holes.”

“Fuck.. Walk around like a little ‘innocent’ thing when in reality it’s your fault I'm this hard. Rubbing all up on me like a little slut.”

After what feels like forever of him bullying himself into you, the pair of you hear the two loudest mfers in the planet return, getting closer to the door before being stopped by a staff member. They’re right outside the door and you moan loudly into the cushion at the thought of them hearing what's happening behind the unlocked studio door just feet away from your spot on the couch. You're almost thankful for Chris’ big hand that keeps your face on the couch, but that quickly changes as he pulls you back into him by placing a hand on your collarbone. Once your back is to his chest, his hand moves up to trail along your lips. He sticks 2 fingers against your tongue as you hear him speak up from behind you.

"Shh... You want them to hear you?" you clench tightly and his hips stutter "… fuck You do, don't you?.. Yeah? You want them to join us too baby? Want them to help me fill your greedy holes?"

When you cry out into his hand and cum at the thought, he laughs into your neck before chasing his own high. You’re pulled back into reality as you hear the boys finishing up their conversation. Chris pulls out and wipes himself down with tissues, then pulls your underwear back up and smooths down your clothes before returning to his chair. He takes his seat right as the door knob turns, and he smirks at you as the boys settle the food bags on the coffee table (oh and look at that no more tight pants for either of them lol).

“Eat up princess. You need to refuel before we continue.” Chan says with a playful look in his eyes. You blush and nod before taking bites of your meal. You watch as Changbin re-records a few adlibs and you swear you can feel something warm dripping out of you.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #chan x reader #chan smut #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #sian’s writing

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arminsumi · 1 year

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slow down, i'm not going anywhere

g. satoru + fem reader

note : i cooked up something for my man. my yummy lovely bb boy 🥰 just had brainrot for car sex with him. if u want more car sex w gojo then here's this post i made a while back !! anyways i am working on a cult leader suguru fic and it's proving so difficult to write i almost wanna trash it lol✌️

summary — some yummy car sex ft. your overstimmed bf and his pretty muscles

warnings — 🔞 minors don't read/interact, smut / 18+ content, not proofread, car sex, pwp, overstim., nicknames (kitten, baby, slut), creampie + unprotected sex + c*m/creampie visuals, kinda sub gojo but also dom??, delicious dirty talk 🙏

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

... just thinking about gojo's muscles flexing and twitching when he's overstimmed.

his hair is ruffled at the back as it presses into the headrest. the car light would illuminate his features better if it weren't for the steamy haze of sex in the air.

you've got a good view of those tensing abs since his shirt is sloppily split open to reveal them to you. the base of his shirt is getting soaked in your juices. and his breathing is ragged as you ride out another orgasm on his lap. your hand rests on his abdomen, fingers feeling the dips of his muscles as they tense up while. he can feel his thighs shudder under you, dick numb with pleasure to the point where he can't focus on anything else but that feeling you're giving him.

gojo loves it when you admire his body, it makes him feel loved. makes him feel special. fuels his ego till it pops but he's too blissed out and overstimmed to be cocky now.

your eyes and hands roam his pecks. his abs. the contours of his body. the dips n curves. you feel his muscular thighs supporting your heavy bounces.

his physique looks so pretty when it's tensing up, and his face is even prettier — his forehead is beading with sweat, his eyes are lidded so much that you're sure he can't see through them right now, his cheeks are damp and his lips are puffy and red from the erotic, hyper make out session that preceded this even more erotic, hyper lap riding session.

"you always make such a mess of me, baby..." he says in a low, strained voice.

you can hear the effect of so many orgasms in his words, he sounds like he's just exhausted himself at the gym.

"c-can't think straight with those hips on top of mine, haha." he tries to laugh, then hisses when you bounce too fast up and down. he grabs for your curves, moaning, restraining your movements with that exciting strength.

"ahhhh tha-that feels too good, kitten, slow down a bit." he begs lightly.

his cock is so sensitive, and you've got it tightly wrapped up in your gummy walls; he can feel you pulse through every orgasm. feel you shudder each time his cock beats into a sweet spot. it drives him nuts, that milking sensation of your contracting walls, it feels like you're pulling on his soul.

when you whimper weakly against his sweaty forehead, mouth pressing to his skin, "but it feels good..." and roll your hips at a faster pace contrary to his needs, he lets out the most erotic, high-pitched noise you've ever heard a man make.

"sh—iiiit baby! hah... hah... slow down, i'm not going anywhere. w-we've got time, don't needa rush. 'promise i'm not goin' anywhere, not when your pussy feels this good." he struggles to look at you through his lidded eyes. his lashes look so pretty up close, especially in this dim light; there's nothing but abyssal black night outside the car. the radio is turned down low, the squelching sex sounds easily drown out any noise coming through the speakers.

your boyfriend looks so exhausted from cumming inside you three times by now. so you give into his wishes, though it felt good to have his cock beating that deep sweet spot inside of you. slow, swirling rolls of your hips, grinding grinding grinding until he groans and tilts his head off to the side in pure pleasure. the two of you relish that sloppy sound of frothed up cum. it cakes at his base. it feels so delicious that he wishes he could pull his phone out to snap a pic to save into his private little folder titled my baby's designer pussy :)💗

"oh my god... that's it... fuck, feel me there? yeah? feel all that cum, too baby? so fucking nasty... " he groans.

and he moans dramatically. because gojo is such a performer; a real dramatic sex star.

after those hard hits and enduring his sensitivity, slow sensual strokes are just what he needs to tip over. his cock feels raw, pure pleasure pulsing through it like electricity. and you feel raw, too. it almost hurts to squeeze your gummy walls around him. he always stretches you so good, regardless of how tight you are on that day.

"baby... cum with me." he commands, a glimpse of dominance showing in his demeanor after he was acting so docile for so long under your hips.

and getting filled by gojo? it's more delicious than anything.

thick, creamy. his cum smells pungent, it squirts out into your pussy and just spills right out because he fucked your hole too loose, and runs down his cock right along that thumping vein. a sweet fresh load adding to the rest of those nasty, gooey white releases.

he chuckles after cumming, and pants and heaves right against your ear. your bodies are just melted together, sticky and sweaty. he likes feeling as if he's glued to your body.

he notices you digging your nails into his biceps for stability, feeling a rush at the sensation. "y-you're so pretty when you cum and shake for me..." he murmurs against your cheek, nose grazing your skin. he means that. you really are so pretty. and not like the textbook definition; but like an otherworldly goddess.

and you act as kind as one, treating him not as if he's a god but like he's just your precious baby boy. he loves that. he needs it. that comforting voice calms him down after cumming so hard in your pussy, and that soothing hand on his cheek gives him shivers of happiness.

"fuck... 'needa... pull it out... hnnn..." it's always funny when he pulls out with a — pop — and you see him wince at the slight overstim. his cockhead always gets a fright when squeezing out of that tight entrance.

"how the hell am i gonna drive home with all this cum over my pants haha... you made a fucking mess on my dick, baby. look at all that cream..." he laughs, looking down between the two of you. both of your clothes are soaked right through. the windows are steamed up.

"sorry..." you mumble with a small smile, feeling a bit drunk off the pleasure that the two of you shared these past two hours in his car.

your eyes glaze over his chest; it's pretty when it's heaving heavy like that. with sweat running down the middle dip of his abs. and the sheen of your juice smeared on his v-line. snowy white pubes creeping up cutely to make a happy trail.

"you're so pretty, satoru." you murmur admiringly, voice shaky after such a long session in his car.

his heart flutters. but his response is cheeky, masking how shy he truly felt at such a tender compliment. "oh yeah? 'well if you think i'm pretty you should see my girlfriend. she's hot as hell."

you roll your eyes and get off his lap. he frowns then laughs, "aw no, i thought you were gonna straddle me while i drive home..." and he'd started the engine, you felt the rumble in your thighs. it's funny, a hunk of muscle like him sitting in a muscle car.

"i'm pretty sure that's a safety hazard..." you chuckle lowly.

he rolls his eyes and nods. "yeah yeah. mmm baby wait. come here, let me kiss you — thanks for riding me so good. you fuck me up like no one else, you know. 'n in my car too... heh... scandalous lil' slut."

he pecks your lips, the savory taste and lip-locking sound pleases his senses.

and the poor man. he has to drive home with cum-soaked pants. but it's worth it. the next time he sits in his car to go somewhere, he smiles when he finds your lacy panties still tangled around the gear shift. seeing them makes his mind race with the memory of this night and how hard you rolled those hips against him. it gets him bricked up, yes, and he maybe has to jerk himself off in his car before actually driving otherwise he'll be heading down the highway with a boner sticking up in his face.

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planete777 · 1 year

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NO IDEA・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n and lando can't get enough of each other, even when another person is present (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, starring max fewtrell, y/n and lando get too horny for him so he dips lol, pwp, lil bit of smoke play??, unprotected p in v sex, doggy style, riding, missionary, lil dirty talk, smoking while fucking, guys this is just filth pt. 2

NOTE. so uhm.. im lowkey shitting out fics,,, two works in one day??? WOW. this is what the summer holidays does to me lolll. i wasn't supposed to be writing this BUT anon slipped into my inbox with this ask and my brain couldn't hold back (i mean... it is high!lando) so enjoy lmao <33 also, once again, dividers are not mine, credit to the rightful owners

the smoke alone that painted the room a misty white was in intense abundance. y/n could barely see more than a foot ahead of her, where max lay, body completely at the mercy of the heavens and sprawled like a dead man upon the couch. lando, sticky, hot body beside her, is just as faded, breaths so evened out, it's almost as if he's subject to a comatosed state.

y/n never knew max smoked, fucking weed for that matter. always seems to be the unsuspecting ones that let themselves undulate upon the highs of drugs, mouth puffing out smoke like that's all it can do. it was peculiar, and a slight bit awkward, when he had asked her to toss a joint, but she did so without questioning.

now, here they were, all three of them, polluting the air more than any manual vehicle could and filling their lungs with the acrid stench of weed that dragged a nip of addiction that none of them bothered to care about.

"man, i could do this everyday," max says, examining the spliff in his hand as if it was something so wonderful. y/n laughs and shakes her head, "nah, it may be good and all, but set limits for yourself."

he hums back, most likely too dazed to care about her cautions, and goes in for another drag. lando drags out a sigh as the smoke trickles out of his mouth like white silk.

"you good baby?"

lando nods, reaching a hand out to rest it on y/n's thigh, "yeah i just," it slides further up, with a trail of heat following as he leans into her ear and whispers lewdly, "wanna fuck you so bad."

she giggles and takes a long, burning drag of her own, blowing the vapour into lando's face.

thing is, lando is horny high. there's never a time where they smoke together and not fuck, but she doesn't ever complain because it's hot, sweaty sex that leaves them buzzing with satiation and wrapped in thick air of smoke mixed with the smell of what they'd done just seconds before.

y/n thought that lando had set aside that urge for the night, considering the additional presence with them, but he just doesn't give two fucks, and that alone makes her skin crawl with need.

his lips are licking sloppy kisses into her neck, targeting where he knows she'll let go, and her mouth opens limply, leaking with moans and sighs.

"fucking hell, mate— while i'm here?" max's incredulous voice punches out, and he swings his legs off the couch.

"you can leave, max," lando remarks dismissively, dick growing too hard, too fast. he slots the spliff into his mouth, inhaling so much that his eyes roll back, before dragging y/n into a messy, heated kiss. it's more of clashing tongues and teeth, smoke weaving through their skins.

the door slamming completely detonates lando, pushing y/n unto her back before stripping her leggings off, panties and all. a wisp of coolness breezes past her bare pussy, and she moans lightly, sucking in her spliff and letting go into the air.

"such a pretty pussy for me," lando slurs, grinning loopily as his eyes hang low and red. his thumb presses into her clit, forcing her back to arch as he rubs it hard and slow.

"fuck lando, keep going."

she can hear how her cunt squelches with his tamed movements, making her pussy throb, practically beckoning him closer. he leans in, blowing a puff of smoke unto her clit before completely attaching his mouth and sucking like he's fucking pussy drunk.

y/n brings a hand to his head, pressing and grinding into his mouth, swivelling her hips with desperation. it feels like heaven, paired with the warm electricity that thrums through her joints from the weed, and she just wants more and more and more.

lando's going feral at her pussy, pushing so deep into her that his nose pokes at her clit and stimulates it beautifully. his hands, spliff still between his fingers and spilling out threads of smoke, push her thighs up to her chest, bulging out her cunt more as it drips like a watering mouth.

"i could eat your pussy forever," he speaks into her pussy as she moans loudly, barely able to bring the joint up to her mouth.

he stops abruptly, evoking a whine from the lips of his girlfriend as he wedges the spliff in his mouth and unties the knot of his shorts, dragging it down. his dick immediately slaps against his abdomen, pulsating and flushed deep red, and he slowly jerks it off from the base all the way to the swollen tip.

"just fuck me, lan'," y/n exasperates, and he relents, pushing all the way in. their mouths drop as they release sighs of relief. y/n relishes in the way her pussy throbs with his dick, clenching and unclenching around him, causing lando to hiss.

"don't do that y/n, i don't wanna cum yet."

he wraps a leg around his waist before pulling back and completely drilling back into her cunt. his cock rakes against the muscles delicious, and y/n can feel every ridge and dip of his dick. her toes curl, eyes rolling as she inhales another drag, blowing out punctuated puffs of smoke as a result of lando's hips slapping against hers.

it's agonisingly snail-paced, but so deep that it compensates greatly for it and all she can do is lay there, all pretty, and take his cock.

lando attaches his lips unto her glimmering collar bones, riding her shirt up with his hands before latching unto her nipple. his tongue slurps and flicks at the skin, making y/n moan and squirm drunkenly.

then lando suddenly flips her unto her hands and knees and stops.

"hold your pussy open for me baby," he pants out, "need a couple drags."

her hands go behind her to spread her pussy apart, swollen, wet and gaping open for lando. he doesn't waste anymore time to slide his dick inside, thrusts just like before, but even deeper, and the girl is completely thoughtless. he smokes with much efficiency now, pushing and pulling his hips alone as his fingers work the spliff between his lips. pleasure from sex and being high sits heavily and perfectly in his limbs, head thrown back as he gradually lets y/n meet his thrusts.

"you're fucking yourself on my cock so well baby," lando moans, slapping a hand against her buttcheek as both their movements grow stuttered.

"i'm gonna cum, lan'— shit."

he feels her walls tighten before she lets go, mouth dribbling with airy sighs and groans as her hands fall to the sofa. lando is still on high, eager to feel y/n for longer and so he's switching their positions, the girl sitting on his thighs as his back rests against the sofa.

"ride me y/n."

"lan'," she goes to protest but doesn't, crawling up unto his dick and sinking down so smoothly and warmly, that lando loses all feeling in his legs.

he watches her bounce and grind on his cock, blowing smoke up into her face as she smiles and revels in the warm air. she looks so filthily unreal, high but so fucking horny for his dick, and he looks at her for so long without blinking that his eyes begin to burn.

"lan' i can't, i'm gonna cum," her thighs are shaking, siphoning trembles through his skin. he grins, slaps her ass teasingly, and tells her to let it go.

liquid trickles down his dick as he shoots his cum into her cunt, high pitched moans tumbling out of her as she's consumed by the high before flopping down unto lando.

"you did so well, baby."

#‧₊˚✩彡 planete.thinks: high!lando #lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 romance #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

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rickittys · 9 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

just thinking about things he’d do (╥﹏╥)

✓ loves when ur sucking him off and spitting all over his dick. pumping it over and over just looking up at them as he pants and whines, bucking his hips. making suchhh a mess but making him feel soooo good. ricky would craving it, calling you “good girl.” sucking on it and pumping him onto ur tongue. and just spitting on his tip so much asking, “tastes so good, wanna do it again…can i please? wanna make you feel good”. he’d pat your head and say, “of course baby, put your pretty lips on my dick again”

✓ cum on ur face after? you’d lick it all off and watch him seductively while sitting on his dick. “so big fuck…augh..mmm” as you start bouncing. whining, “fucking love you and your cock so much, make me feel so good. please i wanna cum too” he’d just smirk and watch, wouldn’t do a thing o(-<

✓ just thinking about him holding you against a drawer, legs around his waist as he pounds away. his head tilted and staring into ur eyes panting against you stuttering with curses, dick twitching. “how are you so tight Jesus, fuck. can’t cum yet” he’d hiss. literally can’t feel ur thighs from how fast he’s going. burying his face into your neck literally growling and stuffing you roughly fully over and over. gasping while he thrusts saying, “gonna. make. you. cum. right. now.”

✓ seeing you needy and rubbing at yourself… while he usually teases, he’s way too needy rn to do any of that. carries you to the bed and throws ur legs over his shoulders pushing inch of his thick cock inside over and over. “h-ha God…fuck baby love how tight you are. such a good girl”. eyes rolling back while he just pounds and bites his lip to hide his groans. “o-oh ha y-yes there ricky yes ple-please please!!” clenching uncontrollably running your mouth saying nonsense while he’s just as desperate and about to burst. “shit pussy’s too good.”

✓ bites at ur ankles to try and be quiet. would do anything to get you to cum including flipping u over between positions. he’d literally go sooooo slow and deep youd be creaming. just watching at how he’s stretching your tight hole out… really appealing to him like pulls all the way out, just the tip, pushes EVERYTHING inside -over and over. makes sure ball slapping can be heard fs. folding over u as he knows ur close mouthing at ur neck. “cmon come for me like a good girl cmon cmon. so close for me just a little more”. would come on ur ass. dipping his fingers inside u as you collapse and licks it clean off. that. stupid fucking smirk on his face making you clench around nothing while stickiness runs down ur legs

✓ kissing you sm after you’re done and cockwarming if you ask. hopefully he doesn’t get hard again bc then he’s not gonna stop lol. thinking he’d love lifting one of your legs while pounding from the back. he’d absolutely LOVE that shit (i’m projecting). would hit all the right spots. and say the dirtiest stuff in ur ear first thing in the morning. “h-ha already this wet this early?”. biting his lip as he pounds faster biting ur neck “a-augh shit so tight”. “spread a little more for me baby”. has you moaning into the pillow as he stuffs you and shoves cum inside. prolly falls asleep again lmao.

✓ he can get so desperate - hips stuttering, you can feel his dick stiffening as he tries to get you to cum first. he refuses to until u do!! “s-shit babe can feel you getting tight so tight..please cum for me”.

✓ mini dick analysis!! long, veiny, pretty-just like him💋 curves a bit and when he’s hard it’s against his stomach, esp after rubbing! deep rose tip leaks a bit when he’s exciteddd. feels so good inside, he never gets tired of seeing your reaction when you let every inch and ridge rub inside you. “yeah? like that? take it all baby, know you can do it”

#from dms with angel <3 #⌨️⊹ ࣪ ˖#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #ricky smut #shen ricky smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts

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ickadori · 9 months

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Different anon, but I think I get it !!! Like Yuuji punishing u and fucking ur throat, and then being like "aww you're such a good girl, aren't you?" So fake. Like he's saying something nice in a teasing condescending way. And add a slap 😫😫

cws for fem reader. um .. your idea was hot and i totally got it but my brain could not write it exactly LOL but here’s something <3

yuji doesn’t like to treat you this way (he does, but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he actually admitted that?) but you really give him no choice.

you had been snippy with all day; rolling your eyes, pushing his hand away when he went to grab yours, dodging his hugs and rejecting his kisses, and he had took it all in stride. sometimes you got like that, overwhelmed with all he had to give, and he understood that because it was a lot.

so he had given you your space. he settled for poorly concealed pouts sent your way, relatively close proximity, and a quick kiss on the top of your head, but then that hadn’t been enough.

you had ran your mouth, throwing snide comments left and right, low jabs aimed at him and his friends, and he had ignored it at first, throwing back patient smiles and placating apologies, but you just hadn’t stopped.

and when you got like that, flustered and jittery as you paced back and forth, eyes narrowed into slits and face scrunched all up, you wouldn’t stop, not unless he made you.

“what’s the matter?” yuji questions, lip tucked between his teeth and eyes low as he looks down to where you’re kneeled between his thighs. “you have something else to say?”

you gurgle, tears hanging onto your lashes as he feeds more of his cock into your mouth, a low groan bubbling up from the depths of his gut as your jaw is forced to open wider.

“had you been nicer to me, you’d be able to talk right now.” he juts his hips forward, lashes fluttering when he slips further into your mouth, and you struggle against the bindings around your wrist, thighs squeezing together and nostrils flaring. “wouldn’t have had to shut you up with my cock.”

your nose pushes into kinky curls, and he moans as your throat contracts around him, tongue laving at the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. his thighs, toned and hard from years of killing curses, tense and flex as he lifts his hips to thrust in and out of your mouth, his hands on either side of your head keeping you in place.

your eyes are pleading as you look up at him, and he coos at you, eyebrows pinching together as he lets his cock slip out of your mouth, fat, leaky tip nudging into your cheek and leaving a shiny gloss behind. “go ahead and talk, pretty.”

“yuji,” you practically sob, and he nearly crumbles, thumbs moving to rub circles into the fat of your cheeks as he hums, eyes full of love as he watches you through a heavy, lidded gaze. “please..”

“yeah? what is it that you want? tell me.” unable to resist, one hand moves to his cock, thumb pressing down against his shaft, forcing his tip to dip down to rub over your lips, your pink tongue darting out on reflex to lick at it. your lips move, but he doesn’t catch your words, too caught up in the feeling of the way they brush against his sensitive tip, his balls tightening in reaction.

you say it again and he catches it, lips quirking up as he drags his eyes up to meet yours. “huh? you want my cock? you’ve got it, silly.” he breathes out a chuckle, and you frown and open your mouth up to surely complain, only for him to tut at you and slide his cock back inside your throat in one swift motion that’s entirely too fast and too much judging by the way you gag and choke around him. “right here, baby, you’ve got it.”

he gently grabs at your throat, grunting when he feels himself moving, and gives it a squeeze. you whimper, hips rocking back and forth, and yuji coos. “oh. you want me in your pussy? is that it? want me to fuck you?” you nod, enthusiastically sucking at his length, and he smiles at you, stomping down at the large part of him that wants to give in and give you exactly what you want, the part of him that wants to fold you up underneath him and pump your puffy little cunt full of cum again and again and again, until your pussy curves to his cock and his balls are drained dry.

he pops himself out of your mouth again, hissing at the way you immediately lean forward to kiss and lick at him, moaning and whining out your wants. “say please.” and you do, it tumbles from your lips without hesitation, and he huffs. “so you can be nice.”

and then you’re apologizing, i’m sorry’s and i won’t do it again’s falling from your lips as you nose at his cock. “i guess your pussy just wasn’t aching enough then, huh?” he can tell you’ve got your foot underneath you, hips fruitlessly rocking as you try to give yourself some much needed friction, and he pouts (because he does feel bad, y’know. even if you did do this to yourself). “my poor baby. you want me to fuck you?” he slowly guides himself back into your mouth, and you hungrily swallow him down, nodding to the best of your ability. “want me to make you come around my cock?”

his hands move to fist the hair at your roots.

“then i guess you’ve gotta show me how sorry you are first then, right? you can do that for me, precious, can’t you?”

#yuji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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softshuji · 6 months

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𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟏 | 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

Title: The Hanma's

Summary: Hanma and you know those intimate moments are few and far between. But you always find a way to make the most of them. Back to masterlist here!

Cw: fem!reader, established relationship, reader and Shuji have kids, some suggestive content, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, princess, mama, doll),some mentions of violence, this is kinda self indulgent lol. Reblogs appreciated!

Hanma Shuji has a morning voice like no other. It’s gritty, rough, laced with the aftermath of disuse and sleep, cigarettes and alcohol. It’s gravelly, inflected with the slight slur of fatigue, but it rolls over your body in such a way that makes the heat in your stomach thrum with energy.

He swears the nights are deliberately shorter when he’s at home.

The mornings arrive too fast and the covers are pulled too quickly and he winces a little when the cold draught slips past the door left ajar and he thinks this is maybe the karma for spending so much time at work and never enough at home.

He pulls the blanket over his head and groans, his head of tousled curls now lopsided and flattened against the soft downy pillow.

Your arms come around him instinctively, your breath warm against the pronounced clavicles, the hollow of his throat flexing when he swallows.

The sleep grit is crusting in the corners of his eyes and he pulls up one hand to rub at them, the other pulling you closer against his chest, secretly relishing in the sigh of contentment he hears when you press a chaste and soft kiss to the dip in his collarbones.

‘Mmh Shuji,’ you say, your voice caught in the confines of fabric and cotton and sleep. The nicotine and alcohol, gunpowder and metal has left a scent on his skin, imprinted into the fine hairs that dance along his navel and you brush a hand along the toned ridge of his stomach, the muscles flexing under your soft touch.

He loves this part of coming home the most, (among other things). The part where you sigh, his name leaving your parted lips and it sounds like a promise, like a heady rush of adrenaline, and your murmurs against his neck are the food for his daydreams in his absence.

‘Don’t wanna get up.’ A mumble that kisses your cheeks like a breeze, an inked hand snaking its way around the small of your back, past the harsh bruises, purpling spots that are red and pink smudges on your skin left just a few hours before under your loose shirt, past the bite marks that now rub against the swell of his bicep when it comes to rest on your shoulder.

‘I know, but you gotta. We said we’d take them out, remember?’ Despite this, you make no move to leave, opting to bury your face in the curve of his neck, your lips moving over the telltale marks you’d left of your own, still lightly singing with a pulse of barely perceptible pain. Because Hanma Shuji knows you are as insatiable as he is, that your appetite for each other knows no bounds, that you drown in each other nearly every night, climbing out of the current when you come down from your high only to throw yourself in again.

‘Mhm, you're giving me orders now Sweetheart?’ And the other inked hand comes to tilt your face to his, a thumb brushing the stray eyelash on your cheek, parted lips forming an O that he thinks is worth dying for. He thinks you are worth dying for, a single avenue of repentance, his single saving grace.

You frown and tut under your breath, rolling your eyes in mock exaggeration, all faux annoyance and indignation. ‘You promised.’ You poke his side for effect, and it’s pathetic to admit your heart does a tiny leap when he giggles, teeth nipping at the flesh of your ear.

‘I know , I know, ‘m getting up birthday girl.’ And he cracks his eyes open to see you swirling a pattern onto the ink of sin, your eyes lidded and brow pinched as you fight the sleep still threatening to take you under. I love you, painted with your finger onto the same hands that the blood splashes on when he pulls a trigger, crusted under his nails and harder to wash off since the day he had met you. And smiling, always smiling at him, no matter how bad, no matter how many times he knows he breaks your heart.

'Birthday girl huh?' you say now, a teasing and sleepy grin curling at your lips as you rest your cheek in his upturned band, big palm coming up to brush at your cheek.

'Mhmm, my Princess's special day isn't it?'

'It is, you got something planned for me?'

'Might do, I guess you'll have to wait and see won't you?'

You feign a tut under your breath. 'No clues?'

'No, be patient Pretty Girl.' And he brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek, presses down on your lips till your teeth lightly bite down on it.

'Mhm please?' You say now, a hand moving to rove over his bare chest, fingers tracing the whirl of fine hairs on his navel before he's catching your wrist between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss to the inside.

'Behave yourself Sweetheart.'

You huff playfully and It hits him for the barest of moments, how often he comes close to losing this. How the blood he’s wrought could catch up with him one day, the pile of bodies he has gladly crushed to reach his desires could grab his ankle and pull him down and that would be it. And you would break trying to put yourself together again. Maybe it’s selfish to keep you knowing that, knowing he could be cut from you like a loose end any day now. But, he is insatiable with you, redeemed by the constancy and feel of you when the weight is heavier than usual, when the burden threatens to-

‘Shuji?’

‘Mhm?’ His eyes are pulled to yours again, your bare face free of makeup, lips soft and warm and just as inviting as they usually are.

‘You were lost in thought for a second. Everything okay?’

He knows you mean it from the heart, the heart you carry for the both of you, a necessary recompense for the blessing of being his, because a man like Hanma Shuji won’t get far carrying his heart on his sleeve. So you do it for him.

‘Fine Sweetheart,’ he says and tucks it all away, the insecurity, the thoughts, the edge that has softened since knowing you, cut glass that no longer stings or slices when touched. Today is about you, he thinks. His Princess, his Pretty girl, and all the ways he can show you he knows it all- the things you do, the ways you care that he never mentions, hair swiped back when he bleeds out on the sofa, towels pressed to his forehead as he mumbles in fitful sleep.

And then it happens.

The door flies open and your head lifts to see your two springy children burst into the room, their curls bouncing as they race across the carpet.

They climb onto your bed, all short limbs and smiles and toothy grins, giggles and onesies and smelling of sleep, and they jump into your arms, tucked safely between you and the man you love the most. He laughs, full and beautiful, laced with the sluggishness of the sleep that’s still threatening to pull him under and pulls all four of you safely to his side.

You look at his hands as he playfully tosses your daughter into the air, her giggles and grins matched by his, and you think of all the blood and grit they’ve seen, all the splashbacks and gunpowder that he’s washed off in grimy bathrooms to come back to you time and time again. The same hands that now hold your children with a gentleness he doesn’t know he’s capable of, hands that hold yours and trace circles along the knuckles. In the safety of these four baby blue walls, with the sunlight pouring in through the slat in the window, falling onto the baby blue carpet, it is almost easy to believe you are just like any other family.

‘How’s my little man?’ Your Husband says and winks conspiratorially at your son nestled into your side.

‘Are we still going out today? You promised!’ Your son says, a frown creasing tiny brows that look so much like his Father’s that it knocks the wind from your chest. It’s almost terrifying to see the resemblances sometimes, the dark tousled curls that bounce when they pull their heads through tiny shirts, golden eyes that swirl just shy of copper. Both your twins that is, spitting images of their Father come to life and a sprinkling of you somewhere in the middle. If you were to ask him, he'd say they looked more like you. You and your winning smile and all the light it brings that now lives safely in their tiny hearts.

‘I don’t know, have you been good for Mama? Both of you? It's her birthday y'know,’ he says and grins when they nod fervently, pleading eyes that turn to you to back their statement, wrapping their tiny arms around you with a whispered 'Happy Birthday Mama,' and It occurs to him, at moments like this, how greedy he has been to ask and want something that he’s spent so long denying to others. To grab at a life, snatch it from death’s hands, and take it for himself. He has a polaroid of the four of you in his wallet somewhere, behind cards and receipts, numbers of mob bosses, gang leaders, other people whose crimes are too heinous to name, and you safely at the back, tucked away for him and him only, as if this simple act is enough to protect you from the spray of bullets and contents of shady clubs.

‘Come on kids, go get changed.’ And your children scurry off, scrambling off the bed to run to their rooms, excitedly chattering, their curls disappearing through the doorway, voices high with laughter.

He flops back onto the bed and reaches absent-mindedly for the glasses thrown haphazardly onto the bedside table the night before, running a hand down his tired face. It never fails to feel foreign to him on days like today. When the sun is at its zenith, the watery bask of its light leaking into the room, and he wonders at what point his priorities changed, what point he started to think of you more often than he wanted to admit, some time in the past when he was younger and sporadic and chaotic. And while it hasn’t left, that zing of boyhood curiosity, wonderment and thirst for drama, he knows some part of him has softened enough to do this, to not flinch from family, to run his hand over the indentation on the soft cotton sheets, an imprint that remembers you as well as he does.

‘Shuji? Baby?’ And again, like a song, your voice pulls him from his reverie.

‘Yeah?’

A beat, your hand moving to hold his, to pull it to your heart, where the memory of his name lives, where he has etched it into your ribcage. ‘Thank you, for doing this I mean. For taking the time out for them and me.’

He doesn’t expect it to hurt like this, the sharp and visceral drop of something into his stomach, and he falters, the quirk of his Cheshire cat grin slipping into something more concerned, something more sombre.

‘I didn’t mean- I mean I know you’re working hard, I’m grateful Shu’ baby- I am,’ you say, and the rambles of all the pent-up frustrations, nights made lonely by his absence, the whir of the refrigerator and the drone of nighttime Tv the only company, tumbles out before you can stop it. ‘But I miss you sometimes, and the kids-they miss you too. We all do.’

You can’t pretend that the calls made between meetings, between surveillance on the road, between drives from one shady establishment to the other are enough to suffice, to sate the need for him and sometimes it’s so clear, so sharp, that the pain of his absence cuts clean across your lungs.

‘I know…I miss you too, Pretty Girl.’ Said against the crown of your head, his lips slightly dry, chapped and still as full of love for you as they always are. He gets it, you know he does. It’s in the way he sends random messages to you in the small hours, when he knows you’re asleep and he’s watching a rat sell them out and he misses you in an urgent way, in a way that feels like an ache in his chest, the punch of it that hurts more than a kick could.

‘Come Home to us every time okay? Not just today, not just on my birthday, but every day,' You say, because it scares you to think otherwise, because you could run your hand over every ridge and bump of him and name every scar, every mark and it’s beginnings, because you could kiss the eyelashes from his cheek, and spend days and hours counting the calluses on his hands and it would still not be enough to bring him home to you every day.

‘I will, y’know me Doll, I never lose.’ He knows It’s more for you than him.

‘I mean you got your ass handed to you by Draken when-’

‘Well excuse me,’ he says, all faux annoyance, the grin curling at the edge of his perfect mouth. ‘What happened to you saying you missed me?’

You giggle, hiding against his chest, your hair tickling the collarbones that still betray the memory of your heated moments just a few hours prior.

‘I do! I always do. You’re like… my hero.’

‘That’s a new one, Doll.’

‘Like it?’

‘Mhm, y’know what I like even more?’

‘What?’

‘I like when you moan my name all sweet-’

‘Shuji?!’ And you slap a hand over his mouth, warm breath on your palm and the sound of his laughter muted and muffled as you spare a glance towards the door slightly ajar.

And he smiles at you, softened, warming as you pull your hand away, pressing a kiss to the wrist he’s grabbed, tender and heartfelt.

And you fall and tumble into love for him all over again.

A/n: I wouldn't be me without a self indulgent birthday fic for myself and about my darling boy, the apple of my eye, my heart and soul. (It's the 28th in case anyone wants to know ;)) thank you everyone always.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #hanma shuji #tokyorev x reader #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #shuji hanma

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shuugumi · 1 year

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❥ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you surprise your boyfriend with a lingerie set for the first time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw (17+), established relationship, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting, pussy spanking, gojo x fem!reader, asfab, 736wc, rough fucking(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: had this in the drafts for so long and i finally got the motivation to finish it!!! i also didn't really read through it all so don't mind if there's any errors lol! 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

“that lingerie is working on you…” satoru says as he licks his lips, glistening crystal blue iris following your every movement as you get closer to the man who once rested peacefully on the king size mattress.

“you think so?” you question, standing in front of the mirror as you inspect the lingerie you had on. “of course i do, it looks too damn sexy on you!”

he stares at you like a pervert would, scanning your body. analyzing everything. it was like: satoru being a application that had to go through an updating system. he had to update the document of your body in his brain when he saw you in that white lacey lingerie.

you laugh at his comment, “mmm, if you say so…i was planning on returning it…” sighing as you played with the extra ruffles on the straps.

“well don’t return it!” satoru urges, getting up from the bed and quickly stands behind you. he looked at you from your physical body, to the body reflecting in the mirror. “baby” he coos while rubbing the curve of your waist, “you look like pile of swans…so sexy.” he whispers, guiding his hands down your curves and stopping at your hip dips. placing kisses around your shoulders.

“is that a good thing?” you ask softley, turning to the side slightly as you gained a view of your behind. “of course it’s a good thing.” satoru cajoled as he ran one his hands around one of your ass checks and then softley spanking it a few times.

“toru~” you whined, grabbing his free arm and giving him the eyes of want and need. the eyes that he could never not comply to.

the eyes that made him cave in so, so so easily…

"gonna ah, fuck you 'till you see yourself like how i- ahh fuckking do." his words spewing out in between grunts as he stuffs your tight pussy full. "ruu! goin' too fast!" you whine, moving your hand down to right above his pelvis, trying to slow him down.

"want me to sl-slow down?" he smirks, and you viciously nod, "yes please, s'too much!"

he does what you say but his thrusts become incredibly slow. hitting your sweet spot with every harsh and slow moving thrust that he gave to you. whimpering, you wrap your legs around his waist, heels of your feet resting on his gluteus medius. trying to use all your strength to force him forward quicker.

"thought you, wanted me to go slower hmm?" he questions, his pace still slow, hitting your cervix every few thrusts. "hmm not-not that slow." you grumbled and he laughed in your face. "make up your dumb mind. want me to go fast or slow." he says roughly grabbing your chin with one of his hands, looking down at where the two of you were connected as he thrusted into you.

"faster, please. wan' want to squirt on yuu." you babble and he quickened his pace. he stands straight, grabbing your legs as he starts to pound into you. hitting your cervix every time with every hard thrust.

your moans turning louder and the squelching sounds of your pussy filled satoru's ears. "rub your clit baby fuck--yeah just like that." his hands dragging from your legs to the lower part of your back, arching your back just the slightest but just enough that the tip of his cock repeatedly poked at your gummy spot.

"cumming satorruuu!!" you shout as your legs tremble and clear liquid sprayed all over satoru's pelvis, dampening his skin and the hair that layed. "atta girl--that's it. fuck gonna fill your pretty pussy up. ah fuck fuck fuck fuck, squeezing me so damn ti--aghh!" his white locks sticking to his sweaty forehead as he bites down his tongue.

"cum in me toru! need your cum in my pussy." you whine, grabbing onto his forearm and leaving crescent moon marks into them as his pace stutters, becoming more rigged and sloppy.

he cums and paints your gummy walls with his creamy white cum. giving you a few slow strokes before pulling out.

"that's slap a slap good slap pussy." he says, slapping your sensitive pussy with the tip of his cock. sliding the tip up through your folds and sinking the head into your entrance, teasing as he caught his breath.

"should...should wear lingerie more often...fucked--ah fucked me good, toru~" you say, rubbing circles on his back.

"think that's a good idea, baby."

who knew seeing you in lingerie for the first time would turn gojo satoru feral.

🩰 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

#୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ shuugumi #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo smut #satoru gojo #fem reader smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru gojo smut

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iliketangerines · 7 months

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Hello ^^ How are ya? I just hope you're doing great! 💕

Okay, hear me out... Normally we see MK1 Lao and Raiden, or Kenshi and Johnny with reader... But how about: double penetration with Kenshi and Kung Lao? Just imagine the words these boys would whisper in your ear... Damn I'd be in heaven lol

Also, I really like your writing!!! It's awesome!

heaven on earth

a/n: don't mind me just yoinking that idea for the title.

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader x kenshi takahashi

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, finger fucking, clit slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, face slapping, dumbification, humiliation kink, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampies, blowjobs, choking kink

Kung Lao kisses you, squeezing your waist and your hips while his cock grinds into your pussy, and you clutch onto his uniform, whining into his mouth

Kenshi sucks hickeys into your neck, his hand dipping down to rub at your clit while his other hand gropes your ass, and your hips jerk backward to press against his cock

the swordsman groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as his fingers pinch your clit, and you moan into Kung Lao’s mouth

the Shaolin just chuckles and pulls back to admire the glossy look in your eyes and your swollen lips, and he hikes up one of your legs to rest on top of his hip

it gives more access to your pussy for Kenshi’s fingers, and he takes the opportunity to slide your clit between his fingers and listen to you beg for more

Kung Lao just coos, telling you to be patient and let the both of them enjoy your body for a little longer

Kenshi tells you to take it like a good whore and be happy with what you have

your head falls onto Kung Lao’s shoulder as Kenshi rubs your clit in fast hard circles, and you’re reaching the edge, hips grinding against his fingers and legs twitching

but he pulls away his hand at the last second, and you whine in disappointment, tears pricking at your eyes as your hips try to chase the feeling

Kenshi wraps his hand around your throat, and he growls in your ear to behave

his other hand takes your leg from Kung Lao’s hip, and he spreads your legs wider while Kung Lao sinks to his knees to come face-to-face with your drooling cunt

he spreads your folds with his fingers and lifts up the hood of your clit to watch it twitch

he brings his hand up and flicks at the sensitive nub, and you keen loudly, hips jerking away from the spark of pain and pleasure

Kung Lao laughs at your reaction and brings that hand to palm his erection while his other hand squeezes your thigh

he latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking it back and forth with his tongue while looking up to watch your reaction

your head is thrown back against Kenshi’s shoulder, and the swordsman presses his hand deeper into your neck, making your mind spin from the pressure

your leg twitches in Kenshi’s hand, and he tells you to keep your fucking legs spread

he whispers into your ear that you’re such a whore, opening your legs for them so easily, and that you should be grateful that they’re fucking your greedy pussy

you let out a choked moan at his words, and Kung Lao takes the opportunity to slide his fingers into you, curling his fingers to make you arch and cum on his fingers

you sob as Kung Lao sucks on your sensitive clit, and your pussy clenches down on his fingers

but he keeps licking your clit and fucking you on your fingers, and you wiggle in Kenshi’s hold at the overstimulation

Kung Lao detaches himself and lifts up the hood of your clit again, and he slaps it with his fingers

but it’s enough to have you start crying, sobs spilling from your mouth as you beg him to stop, that it’s too much

Kung Lao just looks up at your with a pout, saying that he doesn’t want to stop, that you look so pretty crying and all fucked-out

you moan as he lands a hard slap on your exposed clit, and you squirt on his face

Kung Lao grunts and attaches his lips to your clit and drinks in your juice, and your hips grind into his face despite the sparks of pain flying up your spine

as your orgasm dies down, you grow limp in Kenshi’s hold, and he lets go of your neck to pinch at your nipples

Kung Lao stands back up, kissing away your tears and picking up your other leg to suspend you in the air between their bodies

Kenshi releases his dick from his pants and slides it through your pussy folds, collecting the juice on his cock

he slides into you easily, but you still whine at the stretch, crying out that it’s too much

he tells you to take it like a good slut and bites your neck, making you moan and clutch onto Kung Lao’s shoulders in front of you

the Shaolin kisses you and rubs his dick against your sensitive clit before notching his dick right next to Kenshi’s

you pull back your head and beg, saying it won’t fit, that you can’t do it, but Kung Lao just smiles at you and says to be good for them and take the pleasure they give you

he slides into you, and the stretch burns and makes you cry as your head falls back

Kung Lao tells you that you’re so so good, taking their cocks like a good whore, but Kenshi snarls that your pussy is so greedy for taking two cocks, that maybe he should share you with the rest if your pussy is so willing to take the two of them

your pussy clenches around their cocks at the thought, and Kenshi looks at Kung Lao and tells him that he was right, you are just a slut

Kung Lao hums and agrees with him, saying that the other would also like your pussy

they thrust in and out of you, sending your mind spinning with pleasure, but they talk about you as if you’re not even there

Kenshi talks about how tight and wet your pussy is, that Johnny would love to tease you, maybe he’d strap a vibrator to your clit and leave it on its highest setting to watch you squirm, you’re so sensitive after all

Kung Lao says that Raiden would love to fuck your sweet little mouth while he sucks on your clit, that maybe he’d send little jolts of electricity through you

they talk of the other Earthrealm champions having their fun with you, how you’d be nothing but a doll for them, nothing but a hole for them to fill

drool pools at the corner of your mouth as their descriptions about you grow filthier, and you’re nothing but a limp doll in their arms as they fuck into you lazily

you cum on their cocks over and over again, your wetness leaking out of your pussy and dripping onto the floor

Kenshi takes notice of how fucked-out you are and laughs at you, asking if you’re just a dumb little bunny for them, and you nod

Kung Lao coos at you, saying that you’d look so pretty all knocked-up with their babies, that you’ll be a dumb perfect breeding toy for them

their thrusts grow faster, more erratic as they growl into your ears, and they cum deep inside of you as you squirt again

they slip out of you, and Kenshi forces you down onto your knees, gripping onto your hair tightly and smearing his dick across your face and slapping it

he tells you clean them both up, for dirtying them up with your cum, and you stick out your tongue to clean up your mess on Kenshi’s cock

you lick him from base to tip, but the swordsman tells you to open your mouth, growing impatient

you open your mouth, and Kenshi shoves his cock into your throat, causing you to gag and your head to jerk back

but he doesn’t let go of your hair and fucks into your throat

tears drip down your face as drool drips down your chin, and Kenshi says that you’re good for nothing except to fuck, such a greedy thing for letting him fuck your throat

he buries your nose into his pelvis and cums down your throat, grunting loudly, and you swallow his load as best you can

he pulls your mouth off his softening dick and tells you to open your mouth, and you show how you’ve swallowed it all

he slaps your face and calls you a good whore before passing you off to Kung Lao

the Shaolin pats his dick against your face, and you lick him from base to tap and suckle on the tip, pressing your tongue into the slit

he groans, telling you you’re doing so good, to keep sucking his cock like that, and he lets you go at your own pace

Kung Lao has a grip on your hair, but you control the speed, bobbing your head up and down while pumping what can’t fit in your mouth with your hand

soon he pulls you off of him, and he pumps himself

you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and he cums on your face with a moan

you swallow what you can of Kung Lao’s cum, and he drags you onto your shaky legs to kiss you

Kung Lao picks you up and brings you over to the bed and lays you down on it, spreading your legs to see your wetness and your cum dripping down onto the sheets

he throws your legs over his shoulders and dives in, mouth lapping at the mixture of your cum and his and Kenshi’s, and you throw your head back and grip onto his hair

he quickly brings you to an orgasm, fingers curling into the sweet spot and mouth sucking on your oversensitive clit

your mind floats between reality and pleasure as you cream into his mouth again, and you feel Kung Lao get up from between your legs

a cold towel wipes at your cunt, and you whimper

Kenshi shushes you and continues to clean you up and has you sit up briefly to drink a little bit of water

Kung Lao and Kenshi cuddle up on opposite sides of you, and they trail their fingers over your soft skin

you drift off to sleep, and the both of them leave a kiss of your neck before falling asleep as well with you in their arms

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silverzoomiezzz hi hi i was eating my cloudberry ice cream and i dont know why i start to think about peter and then i think about you. and i have a question for you. what do you think peter’s fav snacks that he would save it for you because he wanted you to enjoy and love it as much as he does? this is so silly lol but anyway have a great summer <3

💗oh my gosh, hello anon sweetie !! i'm sorry for answering so late !! i hope your summer has been nice !! it's been pretty decent here, aside from the lame ass humidity.🔥🫠🔥

i'm so honored you would think of me, after thinking of our beloved speedy boy. 💗honestly, i take that as such a huge compliment !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would like (he hoards them, cuz he's the snack hoarding type. ty dofp 💗):

⚡in canon, he hoards hostess snack cakes. specifically the chocolatey, cream-filled kind ⚡and twinkies. dude's got twinkies for two movies in a row ⚡like it's no wonder people assume he's a twinkie fiend ⚡we also see him with so much pepsi and mtn dew ⚡and i know it's just product placement obvi. but he does seem like a mtn dew guy, right? i bet he'd love baja blast. code red too ⚡dk if this counts as a snack, but he'd probably love taco bell. i mean, it's fast. it's cheap. it's addictive. it's easy to indulge in. mans would quote those old taco bell commercials with the chihuahua ⚡sour candy. all of it. gummy worms, airhead x-tremes, sour twists, sour patch kids. tell me i'm wrong. i'm not ⚡he'd make a mess with some fun dip, lemme tell ya ⚡any candy they used to give out on halloween? he'd be addicted to all that shit. he'd love sugary junk. he constantly needs his fix. laffy taffy, nerds, now and laters, skittles, pop rocks, m&m's - you name it, he's into it ⚡imagine the dorito fingers, anon. the cheeto fingers. the takis fingers. do y'all think he'd be more into regular cheetos, or hot cheetos? he reads as a hot cheetos guy to me ⚡he'd slam some icees. slurpees. any kinda syrupy, frozen drink. he mixes all the flavors, sucks it down, and feels no brain freeze ⚡if you took him to carnivals, boardwalks, or amusement parks; he'd put the funnel cake stands out of business ⚡sweets are his kryptonite, really ⚡i personally like to imagine he knows his fair share of international snacks too. since he can zip around the world in a blink. taiyaki. baklava. conchas. tres leches. pirozhki. european chocolate. any and all kinds of street food. he knows all the best 7-eleven instant ramen - and the best toppings for 'em too ⚡i think he'd also go hog wild over a really good steak, y'know? or some barbecue. some ribs. some brisket. all the shmeats !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would save, just so he could share them with you💗:

⚡he wouldn't ⚡correction: he couldn't ⚡c'mon, do you honestly think he'd have the self control? ⚡you're asking him to do the impossible ⚡see, anon, he'd think about saving a yummy treat for you ⚡keyword being think ⚡like, just as he starts to realize he's crushing on you big time ⚡he's guzzling something tasty, when he has the thought: hey...wait a sec! you'd probably really like this!! ⚡but a second later, the treat's already gone. devoured in an instant. whoops! oh well!! ⚡he's just way too impulsive to save anything ⚡like it would have to be out of sight, out of mind ⚡or you'd have to pick from his own, secret stash ⚡because otherwise, he can't hold himself back. he'll gorge any snacks in the nearest vicinity ⚡he'd legit have to wait 'til you were both together. in that moment. if you had a few minutes. he'd be like, "hey. babe. babe. babe. babe. i got somethin' i wanna show you." ⚡he speeds you away for some mind-blowingly good street food, in some country you've never been to, nor heard of ⚡even on valentine's day. he has to snag you one of those heart-shaped boxes of chocolates last minute ⚡that, or he has to hide it from himself. if he doesn't, he'll be lookin' down at an empty box - chocolate all over the corners of his mouth - like "ah, shit."

#peter maximoff headcanons #headcanons #long post #txt #peter maximoff #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #asks #anon #i hope this layout works idfk what i'm doing lmao

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itoshi-s · 2 years

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──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

*.✧ ft. 𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

*.✧ rin puts your early christmas gift to good use.

*.✧ wc: 4k. cw: nsfw, fem reader, very self-indulgent!, pet names (love, baby, pretty girl), the sfw part is sooo sweet i'm melting, slight choking and degradation (rin tells you to shut uponce lol), taking pictures in the act, reader has a belly button piercing. characters are 20+. not proof read // notes: rinnie my one and only <3 thinkin about him lots this christmas season !

"it's no fair!"

rin tries to fight back the amused smile that threatens to pull at his mouth, he really does. it seems like it's no use, though, when he has to hold his arm up to try and block the impact of the wrapping paper on his head.

"you just had to snoop around, didn't you?" you huff, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed from irritation and panic that both burst in your chest upon seeing your boyfriend, innocent as ever, unloading the shopping bags - even though this one single time, you specifically didn't ask him to.

to your horror, you could only watch the realization hit him and face light up as he held the collectors edition of his favorite director's top thrillers. extended and with additional commentary, you just knew it'd make him all giddy the second he unpacks it - he's watched these iconic pieces countless times before, after all, and with his inquiring nature, he'd love to go deeper into the lore.

you’ve hit the jackpot with this gift, that you were sure of, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction - but didn't want it to play out like this.

"i'm sorry," he laughs, sincerely even despite the amusement that lilts his tone. "sorry, love. i don't know what came over me, i should've listened."

you drop the freshly bought roll of wrapping paper onto the table, making sure to glare up at rin as he reaches for you and wraps his arms around your frame. he pulls you close to his chest, sturdy and warm underneath his hoodie, and you can try to huff and puff all you want, but it's just so painfully hard to do it - even playfully so - when he holds you so sweetly. you grumble a bit, something about him ruining his own surprise, and nuzzle your nose against the fluff of his sweatshirt.

"do you like it, though?" you ask, voice muffled but rin hears the hopeful tilt. "s'got all the extra scenes and all. the commentary too." you peek an eye up at your boyfriend, gaze glimmering when you see the smile on his face.

"dumb question." rin mumbles and gives your body a firm squeeze to get his point across. you yelp a bit as he continues, "of course i do. can we watch it tonight? or do i have to wait until christmas?" he teases and rests his hands on the small of your back, pinky finger dipping just barely underneath the waistband of your yoga pants.

you're not cruel and never could be - not with the look your striker boyfriend gives you, excitement pooling in the teal irises behind the thick curtain of black lashes. he's giddy like a little kid and you don't see this side of rin too often, despite him easing up throughout the years. and so,

"sure we can, baby." you unwrap your arms from around his slim waist and instead reach your hands up to cradle his jaw. leaning up, you give him a chaste kiss that tastes like your peppermint chapstick and the cup of flavored coffee he's been sipping on before you came home.

he hums into your mouth, tilting his head and leaning further towards you just when you're about to pull away. it's not enough, he's gotta thank you properly - and so he deepens the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips and lapping slowly, tenderly.

your knees nearly buckle at how it so quickly turns passionate, but as fast as it plays out, it as abruptly stops. rin breathes, lips moving against your own when he speaks. "you want one of yours?" he asks and you furrow your brows a bit.

"hm?"

"a present," he specifies, hands moving to rest on the small of your waist comfortably. he clears his throat, then pecks your lips quickly as he makes up his mind. "actually. just wait a sec."

you make a small sound of protest that falls deaf on rin's ears as he pulls away and dismisses you with a wave of a hand. you huff, watching as he skips up the stairs two steps at a time. you don't really mind how he ignores your whining - it'd be funny if you did, especially with the way rin seems far too excited to return the favor.

it's sweet, makes your teeth ache and heart grow and swell with unbearable amounts of love you hold for this boy - the way his eyes only ever seem to shine so brightly when it's around you.

he walks back into the kitchen barely a minute later, a neatly wrapped small box in his hand and it stirs your interest. you lean back against the kitchen counter, hands mindlessly playing with the hem of your sweater as he steps closer.

"god i hope you didn't spend too much." you blurt out before any thought filters it, and rin laughs as you blink once, purely out of worry. "what? don't laugh at me!"

"so what if i did?" rin quips, a teasing lilt to his voice but it still makes your shoulders and eyes drop, as if to say, oh, you didn't. he cracks a smile, feels the corners of his mouth twitch as he hands you the package. "kidding, baby. open up, you'll love this."

you've never really been too big on surprise gifts, always opting for more useful and handy presents, but that never meant you were any kind of ungrateful. both giving and receiving gifts were only ever fun because of how much thought the other person paid to making it, you thought, and the certainty and confidence in rin's voice makes you all the more excited.

as your fingers work on the light brown paper, rin speaks.

"it's not really big or anything, but i know you loved your last one.” oh- “it actually makes so much more sense to give it to you a little early, too."

you already have a clue what might be hiding behind the paper even before you finally pull the box out - and surely, there is a brand new baby pink polaroid camera, blinking right back at you from the packaging.

it might not be much to some, but it is everything to you - and rin instinctively opens his arms when you gasp and lean into him, some sort of an one arm hug and attempt to keep close to him.

"oh my god!" you sound breathy with excitement as you unbox the camera, feel the way it fits in your small hands all over again. "you remembered," you mumble, eyes darting back up to your boyfriend as if in disbelief.

rin shrugs, offers you an interested look instead. "yeah, it's been months since you lost the other one," he points out, "and i figured you'd want to take some pictures this season..."

it's no surprise he remembered, nor is the fact he's thought it through so well. it's rin, and he keeps everything in this mind of his. (he really does. trying to beat him at buying the most accurate present is useless, cause he'll always end up shocking you anyway.)

you stare down at the camera, fingers now aching to hold it up properly, to press down on the shutter. you smile to yourself, glancing up to see teal ones already looking down at you expectantly. he doesn't look nervous per se, but there's definitely a hint of anticipation.

"i love it," you grin, earnest and sweet as you take a step or two away, holding the camera up to your face. you look through the tiny lens, adjusting the angle so that the entirety of rin's body from waist upwards fits. "grab the present." you instruct, one eye peeking up from behind the camera.

he complies, reaches for the box and holds it up, until there's just a pair of bright turquoise irises staring right back at the lens from behind the package. the christmas tree twinkles faintly in the back, warm light fuzzy behind rin's broad shoulders. "good?" you nod, mouth pulling into a smile at the sight and without further wait, you press down on the shutter.

rin puts the package back down, gaze all the while focused on you, and he's glad he keeps watching - otherwise, he'd miss out on the joy written all over your face as you delicately pull the cartridge out. "first one down!" you chirp, the happy sound bleeding into a laugh.

he thinks he could eat you whole if it was the only way to savor all of you, so sweet and pure and all his.

you place the camera down on the kitchen table, flapping the photo around to speed up the process, "this is exciting." you muse and rin notes the way you bounce on your heels a little, a tell tale sign of how thrilled the gift's made you feel. "you gonna be my model again, rinnie?"

a pair of sturdy arms wrap around your waist, manhandle you just enough to plop you down on the counter. he noses at your neck, the spot just below your jaw that makes you shudder when he mouths at it, and rin hums with thought.

there's already a pile of various polaroids of him, sitting in one of your drawers and waiting for their turn to be tucked behind your phone case - but he'd be silly to mind any of it.

he used to be silly in his teenage years, blushing and protesting whenever you’d angle your camera at him, eyes fleeing away bashfully. what’s all that for? he asked once, a miffed expression on his face as he crossed his arms and slumped in his seat a bit. you laughed, thumb pressing down on the little heart on your screen to save the picture to your favorites. so that i can keep looking at you when you’re across the globe again, you retorted lightheartedly, eyes focused on your screen still but the fond smile you wore pulled at rin’s heart by it’s own. he gulped, aquamarine eyes boring into your oblivious features, and he vaguely remembers thinking that he’s fucked and done for - he was in love with you already, but that day he felt it suck him in deep, until there was no air to breathe and his soul soaked through with you, you, you. rin cleared his throat, straightening up in his seat as he leaned forward on the table.

you peeked an eye up at him, a short hum of question accompanying the look, and he gnawed on his bottom lip with anticipation. take another, he said then, voice softer than minutes ago and he swore he could see a spark ignite behind your irises. i don’t mind.

it might’ve been years since he fell in love with you all over again, but the heat still rises in his chest all the same upon the sight of you aiming your camera at him. he’s grown so addicted to the adoring look you’d give him after each taken snap and he’s selfish, doesn’t want to deny himself the sight - and so, rin presses a kiss to your jugular as he murmurs,

“mhm. whenever you wish, love.”

it's suffocating, the way rin doesn't take no for an answer as he works his way down, mouthing and nibbling on your scorching skin. your whining falls on deaf ears as you push at his head, the air in your lungs growing hot and blood rushing through your veins. he just doesn't listen, even as you try to reason that there's not nearly enough time to be doing this now, that the guests will be there in two hours and you didn't turn the timer on the oven so you have to keep an eye on it. he only gives a slight grunt and ignores your whining.

you should've seen it coming, parading around in just a pair of shorts and a long sleeve top that's so tight, rin could make out the way your hardened nipples poked through the thin cotton. he's amused, he really is, with the shocked look behind your bambi eyes as he pulled you in for a kiss far too hungry and desparete to fit in the kitchen scenery - what else did you expect?

now he has you spread on the living room floor, the wool carpet rubbing against your bare skin and chaffing his knees as he moves to rest between your legs. maybe it is the mulled wine that both you and rin enjoyed earlier or maybe it's the close proximity of the fireplace that brings a few droplets of perspiration to collect across your hairline, cheeks flushed red and eyes bleary as you speak,

"rin-" it comes out as more of a moan than a proper sound, accompanied by your eyes rolling back when one of rin's hand reaches to grab at your mound. the thin silk of your shorts feels cool against your heated skin and urges you to shudder. "baby, i'm serious, we don't have the time," you insist, voice almost pleading.

your arms twitch to prop you up, lean up just a bit to try and catch your boyfriend's gaze, but the wake of kisses he keeps pressing to your tummy is enough to make your head roll backwards instead.

rin nearly purrs against your abdomen, palm rubbing on your clothed cunt as he mouths at the smooth skin. his teeth skim over the swarovski sitting neatly at your belly button, give a gentle, playful tug that makes your toes curl. "we do," he mumbles and your jaw slacks in defeat.

he can make it quick, he supposes. of course he can, and he will, if it's the one single rule he has to play by in order to get his fill. in fact, he still hadn't touched you properly yet and the thin material of your shorts already seems soaked through... yeah, it'll be quick.

you gasp, loud and trembling when rin's mouth eventually reaches your heat. he slides a hand up to grab at one of your tits, tongue lolling out to take a long lap up your folds and he groans. catching your nipple between two fingers and giving an experimental roll and tug, he watches your chest ripple with moans that get caught somewhere deep in your throat. you keen breathily, the arch in your back abruptly smoothed out by rin's forearms pressing down on your hips.

the grip of time doesn't let you fully submit to the pleasure still, body taut and head spinning. it holds you back, a film over your mind, and so you try again, "rinnie-"

"shut up," rin grunts, mouth full of cunt and large palm kneading at the swell of your breast. he glances up at you from his spot between your thighs, eyes hazy and heavy with desire. "need y'now, baby. so be good for me." his lips move against your folds as he speaks, the friction making your eyes roll back. "i'll be quick."

you've no problem trusting his words, considering he's proven countless of times how he has your body memorized better than any technique or strategy. you gasp, fingers tugging at the dark green strands and as if instinctively, you push him closer to where your heat is throbbing and leaking pathetically onto his awaiting tongue.

rin senses your surrender, feels it in the way your thighs tighten by his ears and how your clit throbs in his mouth. his eyes flutter, desire pooling in his gut and twisting as he groans. "good girl." he croons and gives your cunt a sloppy kiss, one that has you squealing at the lewd sound.

his tongue dips past your opening, nose nudging against your clit as he slurps and suckles. you've got so much to give him, it's always so much, too much considering he knows no restraints. your tummy feels warm and pussy flutters upon the familiar pull of your orgasm building up.

"gonna cum," it's more of a whimper than anything and rin's fingers twitch on the swell of your breast.

he gives your clit a suck, soft and languid as his tongue flattens on your folds and laps, and white hot pleasure sears through your veins. it's sudden considering rin's pace, as if lazy yet desperate at the same time - passionate - and makes your body seize up, hands tugging on his hair as you grind all across his mouth. you ride out your climax, shameless in the way you use his tongue to prolong the sparks of pleasure, and rin can only groan at the treatment.

by the time he pulls away and sits back on his heels, the very last wave of bliss is still rolling down your thighs, chest heaving and eyes only fluttering open upon rin's warmth leaving you. you watch as he eases his sweats down, just enough to let his cock spring free, and your brows furrow.

"spread 'em a bit more." rin instructs, voice a gravelly hum as he reaches over to grab a cushion or two from the couch. you obey, thighs trembling with the remnants of your orgasm, and rin gives a sound of satisfaction.

he doesn't waste time to speak, instead slides a hand under your hips and easily lifts your ass off the floor to place the pillows underneath. you fist at the carpet, eyes following one of his hands that wraps around the girth of his cock and gives a few strokes.

"fuck." rin sighs, shimmies around a bit to eventually kick off his sweats before he aligns himself at your core. "you were whinin' around not even ten minutes ago.. look at yourself now." you give him a look, both urging him to hurry and begging to shut up. he smirks, confidence warm in his veins as he spreads your wetness on his reddened tip, teases your clit with the way it catches. "say please."

you groan in protest and rin laughs, lighthearted at the sight of your annoyed expression. he wipes it right off your features with just a single forward roll of his hips, and gasps at the initial resistance your snug walls give him.

"please," you whimper, hands resting on top of his as he lays them on the small of your waist. he urges himself deeper, bottoms out until his thighs press against your own and your cunt squeezes down on him right to the very base. "fuck me good." you breathe and watch rin's eye twitch.

he lands a smack to the side of your ass, sharp enough so that it elicits a mewl from between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your hips. "that's more like it."

the downright mean lilt to his baritone makes your pussy twitch, blush spilling down your cheeks as he sets his rhythm. it's rough and urgent, gives away the desperation building up in rin's chest and ghosting behind his turquoise eyes.

head tilting backwards, you gasp and sputter when the tip of his cock bullies right at your cervix. your legs kick out involuntarily and rin's eyes twinkle with amusement as he thrusts deep, pulls your hips forward to meet his halfway. you keen, body squirming at the pull in your tummy.

rin steadies your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh until he's certain it'll bruise and mark you with his love. "so pretty like this." he rasps, chest rumbling with a groan upon the sight of the tears that cling to your lashline. "my prettiest girl, takes me so well." as if on cue, his gaze drops to where your cunt stretches around his girth, struggling to fit it all in. he feels you leak when he eases himself out a few inches and gives in to the ache in his hand to reach down, thumb gliding across your clit.

you suck in a breath, lungs aching. "please, rinnie." the clammy but oh so featherlight brush of your fingers across his forearm sparks his interest. he knows what you want, the need almost substantial as it radiates off your heated skin when you gently coax his hand around your neck.

lust washes over his senses, thick and heavy as it clings to his conscious and sends a jolt of despair through his flesh. the look you give him, doe eyes glimmering with tears and need, makes his head spin. fingers flexing around your jugular, rin has to swallow back a moan.

"right here, yeah? want me to choke you out?" the tilt to his tone is downright demeaning, hidden behind a coo that turns your brains into mush.

aquamarine eyes glance down to yours, hold your stare as you grow putty in his grip. you nod, quickly so as if you're ashamed of the weight the gesture bears, and whimper upon his hand tightening. "rin- hah, please."

he knocks the breath out of your throat with a single squeeze and leans down to swallow up your moan with a kiss.

"shit. shit," rin feels his shoulders tremble, the exhilaration turning his thrusts erratic and unsteady. he knows he promised to be quick, but the way your cunt milks him and sucks him deeper makes him hope you won't mind if he goes to break his word. he's so ridiculously close, feels the red hot pleasure creep up and it's a pain to deny himself the high.

your thighs involuntarily jerk around his hips, tightening around his hand that still works on your swollen bud. you're close, he feels it, sees it as your mouth parts and eyes threaten to roll back.

you look entirely fucked out, as if you've been laying there at his mercy for hours already - and he wishes he could keep the image engraved into his mind, reach for it on the days where thousands of kilometers keep you away-

huh.

he gets it now.

you give a confused hum when his movement comes to a halt, the grip on your neck loosening just slightly as the other hand leaves your body altogether. you watch questioningly when rin catches his breath above you, a new found interest to his gaze.

before you can voice out your concern, his eyes already move to the coffee table, searching and seemingly finding the thing in question as he reaches over. you tilt your head, following his line of sight, and your breath hitches.

rin steadies himself in his spot between your legs, gives you just the slightest move forward to try and get your features to twist in bliss all over again. blood rushes to your face in embarrassment as you watch him adjust the camera to fit all of you in it's frame.

"holy fuck." it's merely a breath as he speaks, husky with arousal. "you're fucking perfect like this."

the sheer desire in rin's voice might be more than enough to bring you to your climax, you think as he groans, thumb reaching to pad at your bottom lip. he presses down on the swollen flesh, wet and glimmering with spit, and fixes his grip on your neck.

it's sinful, something magazines would kill themselves over to put on their front pages. it exceeds anything he's seen before, the way your eyes stare right through him and the camera, the hem of your shirt hiked up as the smooth skin peeks through. it's addicting, the way your reddened lip obediently rests under his pad as the rest of his fingers stay heavy on your jugular.

it's too much, the entirety of you. you're always everything and too much at the same time.

rin presses down on the shutter, doesn't wait until the cartridge comes out as he gently tosses it to the side. sparing the device a single glance to make sure it's in tact, he corrects his grip on your neck before turning his whole attention back to you.

there's many things that get him riled up even further and you've seen it play out countless times before. (more so, you're always the one to blame for rin losing his sanity.) but the look that he settles on you now is brand new, something borderline lovesick, teetering off the edge of lust.

he flexes his fingers around your neck, vice grip making your head spin and hips jitter when he resumes his thrusts. leaning down, rin lolls his tongue out to lick up your jaw, sticky with perspiration and sweet with the taste of you.

"sorry, love," he rasps right by your ear. "but i can't be quick with you this time."

#✧.* zaria writes #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi #rin smut

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scarybabe · 2 months

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So I find stuffing and gaining really hot, and I've been dabbling myself. I think I'd be fine with weight gains. I've started doing burlesque and seeing the body acceptance in the scene and in feedee community makes the anxiety about the weight gain negligable

But I sew, both costumes and every day garments. And buying new clothes is whatever, but the idea of something I spent so much time on (the last costume I made I spent around 200 on between patterning the costume, sewing, learning a software to digitiz artwork for an embroidery machine and embroidering it and working out bugs) is a pretty devastating idea.

I have extra fabric left over from some project, but deconstructing is to make it larger would the so much time. And for a lot of things I don't have an option to do that with extra fabric and I would have to bring in a different fabric and worry over color/pattern/texture matching.

I don't know what to do here honestly. I don't know if you have advice about this, but you are so supportive of others and have great advice for people dipping their toes into giving that I figured I'd ask.

Oh wow, you are super talented then!! 😚💗 one thing about gaining is having to make your peace with the fact that you’re gonna outgrow a lot of your favorite stuff. I would have no clue how to make something bigger either 🥲

when I was gaining fast, i wore stuff past the point where it was too small (lol) and also bought pretty cheap clothing that i wore to death.. many a torn pair of SHEIN leggings 😭 I decided to just wear cheap unsustainable clothes mostly that i was not attached to, so I wouldn’t feel bad when they got retired 😤 whenever your body naturally settles at a weight (i sat around 275 for a hot minute) you can invest in some nicer pieces!

#gaining advice

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kakujis · 11 months

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

baji vers | geto vers

synopsis: unbeknownst to you, the grave you visit everyday has been empty for years. keisuke is finally ready to come see you again.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!baji, character death, devotion, grief and dealing with it, slightly angsty but also fluffy, pet names (baby, kitten), swearing, a little selfship coded, NOT PROOFREAD!, SFW feel free to interact but pls remember i'm an 18+ blog!

ft: vampire!baji x reader, 2.4k

network: @enchantedforest-network

an: here's baji's version!! actually, this one was supposed to come AFTER suguru's but... erm... hehe. it also was supposed to be spookier, but i am nothing but a big ole softy for my loverboy. ): happy halloween! i wanted to post it on his birfday, but i think this is more fitting! could've been longer but i just wanted to get something out LOL. thanks to nie for letting me ramble about this lil fic!!

life is such a finicky thing. and sometimes, the time ticks by too slowly for your liking until it’s suddenly too fast, too short, too soon.

you’ve been to this grave a hundred - no maybe thousands of times, over the years. and yet, like the snowfall, your tears slip down your cheeks, hugging the warmth of your body, til they fall onto the ground disappearing into the asphalt.

chifuyu matsuno thinks one day, he’ll beat you to it. one day he’ll be the one who arrives first, turning around with a smile and holding a bag of peyoung yakisoba. it’ll be his eyes rimmed red with hands trembling so hard that he’s sure they’ll snap. but you are always here first, almost every day for the past god knows how many years.

every aspect of the word “first”, is what keisuke baji had embodied. first division captain, first born son, and your first love. he was rowdy, rough, sometimes a little insensitive, but at the end of it all, he was loyal. he was yours.

“if i’m yours, then you’re mine.” he grinned, toothy, vibrant and all encompassing. his hands held yours like they were the world, and maybe, in a sense, they were. but even the world cannot last forever, the stars themselves bursting at the seams when their time has come.

“they’re so pretty.” you told him, leaning against his shoulder, pointing up with your index finger. “don’tcha think?”

“they’re alright,” he mumbled, but he kept his eyes upward, staring at the same stars as you. “i'd rather look at you.”

“you’re so fucking cheesy.” you laughed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

when stars die, they leave a beautiful supernova, an explosion of color across the galaxy, painting the universe in rich hues of color. but when baji died, you thought it was so fucking ugly. you remember throwing up the first night, your own shitty constellation within the porcelain of your toilet.

then the world started to dim, like the world was dipped in muted shades when there used to be so much vibrance. the sun was no longer as bright and you no longer sought comfort under the moon, hiding away from even her blue light.

if there is solace in one thing, it’s that baji was a really good liar. sure, he was different that day and sometimes had trouble looking at you, but there was nothing to suspect that he would decide to plunge in that knife and bleed out on the ground of that god forsaken junkyard.

“i’m scared you’ll go away,” you told him one night, so desperately wishing now that you would’ve noticed the way he tensed ever so slightly. “like, one day, i’ll wake up and you’re not there anymore.”

you remember how he leaned in, nose brushing against yours before pulling back slightly. “and where would i go that doesn’t have you in it?” he grinned, another bright fanged smile that eased every single worry out of your brain. and you decided in that moment, that keisuke was always going to be the one that held your heart in his hands.

“marry me one day.” you replied and he laughed, before holding up his pinky to yours. “good. saying no wasn’t an option.”

“figured.”

but today is not a day to be caught in memories as the sun plummets below the horizon, as the sky shifts from a pretty magenta pink to inky black. feet bouncing off the pavement, you scurry over to his grave. you chastise yourself for being late today of all days, it was his birthday.

“sorry!” you call out as you finally make it, hands on your knees as you suck precious air back into your lungs. “sorry i’m late, kei.”

you do the usual of pouring water onto the tombstone, before you light a candle and spread the blanket beneath you, sitting cross-legged as you pull out the contents of your bag. “i got a little something extra today,” you say, eagerly pulling out the sealed little slice of cake you got at the bakery. “okay… so it looks a little fucked, but don’t mind that.” you giggle, before sighing.

“if you were here… what would you say?” you mumble to yourself, before putting on your best keisuke voice. “hah? it’s still edible isn’t it?... or something.” you nod as if in response to him, before tearing it open and setting it down. “chifuyu saw you earlier right? did he bring you something good? oh! and, i was looking at some of the cats at the pet shop earlier, they’re no peke j but, they’re still cute, y’know?”

you always do this. you ramble and ramble, relaying your day to him as if he’s listening intently to you. sometimes, you’ll imagine when the two of you sat in his room, his lips quirked up into a smile as he nodded and listened to you.

“the cake is good!” you exclaim, taking a bite. it’s fluffy, creamy, and sweet, it almost masks the saltiness of your tears that seep past your lips, onto your tongue and settle on your buds.

almost.

“fuck- sorry. sorry for crying.” you use one hand to wipe away at your tears, the other holding onto your convenient plastic fork. it’s harder to breathe now, sobs wracking your body as your mind floods with “what ifs” once again. what if you had asked him to stay with you that day? what if you tried harder? what if you had noticed something was wrong sooner? could you have done anything? and what if-

lost in your thoughts you almost miss the familiar drawl that used to set your heart and soul on fire. “still a crybaby, eh?”

you freeze, the fall breeze caressing your cheek as you sniffle and ever so slowly, turn. you must have been hearing things, you think, as there’s nothing there but the other stone graves and the leaves on the wind.

“maybe i am losing my fucking mind...” you mutter, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, “i should look into therapy.”

you shake your head, a little spooked. it’s getting later by the moment, the only light nearby being the candle, a warm-orange flame surrounded by night. you lean over to blow it out, but stop, feeling that you should stay a bit longer. not only are you late, but it’s keisuke’s day, it wouldn’t be right to leave so soon. you frown, before settling back in place.

“anyways, what was i saying?” you hum, taking another scoop of your dessert. “something-“

“something about the new cats at chifuyu’s shop right?” that familiar voice sounds again, closer this time, tickling the shell of your ear.

you immediately jerk around and almost pass out at what you see. crouched down and smiling, that familiar wolfy grin is keisuke, looking just like you remembered. from the way his long, inky hair frames his face to the vivid carmine of his eyes, it’s keisuke.

“hey, continue the story baby, i was listening.” he gestures to the cake on your fork, slipping off the utensil from the shakiness of your hands. “lemme have a bite?”

you’re snapped from your stupor when he finally touches you, cold fingers lightly guiding your hand upward towards his mouth. you immediately scramble back, the cake falling onto the blanket below.

“kitten,” he says, frowning at the mess, “y’know i hate wasting food.” the pet name almost sends you into a spiral, the way it falls off his tongue so easily, just like he always used to say it, almost like it was your name at times.

“you’re not real.” you whisper, shaking your head slightly, the words trapped behind the door of your brain unleashing in that moment. “i’m hallucinating. i have to be.”

he inches towards you as you continue to crawl back, back hitting the cold gray stone. keisuke leans in, snuffing out the candle between his fingers first before redirecting his attention to you. he’s so close you’re sure he can feel your breath, but the odd thing is, you can’t feel his.

“if i wasn’t real…” he starts, inching in so close your noses just barely touch, just a hair widths away, “could i do this?” he kisses you then, just barely holding back his deep fervent need to snatch you up and take you home. wherever that was.

it’s strange, baji’s cold, nearly ice, and yet you feel the familiar rush of warmth through your veins that once bloomed so deeply in your heart, that everything suddenly does feel real. the two of you stay like that for a few moments and when he pulls away you lean in again, snatching him by the collar to press another kiss to the lips that you missed so much.

baji’s wolfish grin plays on his face in between the kisses you continue to plant against his lips and his skin, alternating between his cheeks and jawline. “yeah, yeah, i missed you too, you big crybaby.” he laughs, cupping your face to swipe at the tears that fall freely once again.

you whine when he forces you to pull off, bringing your hands up to his, almost as if you’re sure he’ll run off again and be gone by morning. “you’re really keisuke? …this isn’t a joke?” you shake your head as you ask, hiccuping and trying your best to heave in gulps of air.

“yeah, it’s me.” he answers, the crinkle of his eyes never leaving.

but you just don’t get it. how is baji here and not well, six-feet under? almost as if he can read your mind he speaks, “i’m not really sure how it happened either.” he starts, releasing you and staring down at his palms, opening and closing them, almost as if he’s also in a daze. “i shouldn’t be here, i know that. i made sure i wouldn’t and yet, i woke up not too long after that day.” he lifts his shirt up and you wince in anticipation, but there’s nothing where the old stab wound should be, like it never happened.

hesitantly, you place your hand flat against the area, before your fingertips trace the outline where it should be. you exhale deeply before speaking again, “how come you only showed up now?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck, as the hem of his shirt falls back into place. “well… i had to sort of figure things out. dunno how well received i would’ve been if i just showed up after my own funeral.” he jokes, but you glare at him.

“do you have any idea at all how badly that fucked me up?” you ask, remembering the countless nights you spent staring up at your bedroom walls so utterly exhausted from crying or the days you spend in a haze, trying your best to get through the day. you won’t lie, you’ve been so angry since that day. endlessly lonely, endlessly empty, and just when you thought you’d be able to get over it, he shows up like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“well, i watched you a lot.” he admits, gazing around the cemetery. “you come here every single day, you cry every single time, even when you say you’re not going to. you’ve cursed me out in death more times than i can count and i think you’ve tried every single type of peyoung soba. you, chifuyu, and kazutora have only come here together a handful of times and everytime one of you ends up drunk crying.” he snorts, before continuing, “you sleep with my hair ties under your pillow and almost had the balls to ask my mom for my toman jacket, multiple times.she would’ve said yeah, by the way. every evening you say goodnight to me and that you love me.”

he grins when you sit there, mouth agape, and asks, “did i miss anythin’?”

you shake your head, “but what now? i still don’t get why you came here today?”

he shrugs, “i’ve got a question for ya.” but his expression is serious now, the shift in his features making you nervously fidget with your hands. but before you can look away, he tilts your head towards him, the other hand intertwining with yours, locking you in place. “you still wanna be with me forever?”

your heart pounds in your chest, almost alarmingly so, as you gaze at him with lidded eyes while your voice is light, fluttering back up to him and relaying the answer he’s been waiting to hear. “of course, keisuke.”

“and you’d do anything? …let me do anything?” he questions further, squeezing when you nod your head.

you’d let me turn you?

and you’re aware now, what it is he’s asking. and maybe, you think it’s because you centered so much of you life around him, that leaving it behind doesn’t sound too bad. if you were the clouds, then baji was the sky, always trying to stay in that space so intrinsically bound to one another that only death could have separated you.

he never said the word, but he didn’t really need to. what was the one thing that could have escaped death like this? what else was he but a vampire?

“okay,” he sighs, “if you’re sure.”

“more than ever.” you state.

keisuke is fast, picking you up and into his arms. naturally, you wrap yours around his neck, a part of you still thinking that this must be a dream.

“well, there’s no way we’re gonna do it in some freakin’ cemetery.” he jokes and you giggle. if his heart could beat, he’s sure it’d flutter just as fast as yours.

“hey are you gonna turn chifuyu?” you ask, blinking up at him, “or tora?”

“you think they’d wanna hang out with us? for eternity?” he asks, picking up the pace as he walks.

“hmm, maybe you’re right. besides, takemichi’s gonna miss them too much right?” you continue, the breeze kissing your now dried cheeks.

“don’t forget mikey.” he adds, before continuing, “well, it’s not like we can’t visit sometime.”

you nod, placing your head on his shoulder, “not too soon though, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

he smiles at you as he answers, “don’t worry. we’ve got all the time in the world.”

as the two of you leave, you peek back towards the lights of the city, becoming smaller and smaller with each step. and you wonder how upset chifuyu’ll be tomorrow when he finds your half-eaten cake, spread out on an already forgotten blanket.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke fluff #tokyo revengers x y/n #ermm #pibby writing #i hope this is good i didnt proofread LOL

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yongislong · 2 years

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back scratching + dreamies.

genre: fluff AAAAGH, suggestive? i can never tell lmao nonidol!dreamies

note: no cws just tooth rotting fluff, tysm for requesting anon! i hope you enjoy this... word vomit pfft. not proofread im studying GAHH

mark... adores it when you scratch his back. never knows how to ask for it though HAHA. melts every time you do it. especially likes it when you do it to him before bed or as a way to let him know that the sun has risen. its one of the moments in your relationship that is most intimate if that makes sense? he finds comfort in sitting in silence with you after a long day, as the scratching noises break through the silence in your shared room :")

renjun... is so ticklish. honestly prefers to do it to you but he cant help but curl into your side whenever you scratch his back even if he's practically convulsing under you from how much it tickles. will flat out ask you to do it, but he always needs to be in a specific mood since it doesn't happen often! usually asks for it on days where he's been hunched over his computer for a long time and his back is in more pain than usual

jeno... human cat fr. LOVES it when you do it especially if you have longer nails. he feels recharged and it always helps him fall asleep so fast. if you wear fake nails OH MY GOSH he will never ever stop asking you to rub his back, its become a nightly routine after the first time. he will do it to you sometimes but he always falls asleep so quickly that it bothers you pft, his dead weight lands on your back when its only been 10 minutes. likes it when you scratch his abdomen too. just likes feeling your nails rake over his soft skin

haechan... makes it a game LOL. has you write words on his back and he takes his turns trying to guess the phrase you wrote or guess the letters you're tracing. gets SO excited when he guesses right and pulls you in closer. asks for it without words. will always rest his body on your lap and you know that's your cue to get to scratching. the biggest content smile is plastered on his face, even in his sleep! likes it when you scratch closer towards the small of his back since thats where most of his pain is, or so he says lol

jaemin... so so so kind my babygirl. it kinda just happens. he's resting his head on your chest and his big broad shoulders are in perfect view, its kinda hard not to scratch his back esp when he sleeps with no shirt on. so tempting. his skin is so soft and he MELTSS. also likes to play games with you, especially one night when you traced a heart on his back and his pulse SOARED. makes it a point to grab your wrist and tuck your hand under his shirt or drape it along his bare shoulders whenever he wants it from you. also falls asleep really fast. ticklish around the waist OOP

chenle... wake him up with back scratches PLEASE. i feel like he ends up facing away from you during his sleep so in the morning, raking your fingers up and down his spine softly jolts him awake and its so cute. always acts like its his first time on earth when he wakes up btw LMAO. enjoys it so much. prefers if you use your finger tips because he gets itchy whenever you use your nails HAHA. he's so domestic though. he acts like an old man who's been with you for years. grumbles about how nice your fingers feel until his rant is cut short by his snoring

jisung... god he is so. that boy is a Child. truly the most genuinely nice and pure soul. if you were to ever scratch his back, i think you would feel how he would physically sink into the mattress or couch. has never had a partner before so is pretty timid about asking for back scratches but he really really enjoys them. always insists that he return the favor though! clings to you like a koala. makes it a point to make this a ritual since he finds such fun in it. helps him calm down on nights where his anxiety or nightmares are bad. can't help but get flustered every time you dip your palm under the collar of his shirt

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puzzled-pegasus · 8 months

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Heroes of Olympus---fitness/body related hcs

***Idk if anyone would even plan on it but Please do not comment or tag this as anything sexual as it is not meant like that in any way whatsoever***

Percy

Everyone lost some weight on the big Argo II voyage due to stress and all the fighting and everything, Percy is no exception.

In general, though, he is still leaner than Jason and has slightly less upper body/ pectoral strength than he does.

However, he has THE fucking core strength ever

Unless he's been really, really exerting himself he normally has a cushion of belly fat over his abs but if you feel his abs they're wow so strong

Also bunch of shoulder strength, he does lots of climbing

He honestly needs some squish especially in scenes set After Gaea’s defeat. One of the reasons im writing these hcs is that I hate the fanarts that give the demigods six or eight pack abs and 0 body fat like?? Have u ever seen a 16-17 year old boy with chiseled abs. Especially one that eats like mr Jackson. His mother is feeding him good on seven layer dip and cheeseburgers and cookies and blue candy and he drinks blue cherry Coke and eats his fill of barbecue every day at camp you Cannot tell me he has no body fat arrgggh

He probably looked like that while he was in Tartarus though bc he was probably really dehydrated and exhausted lmaoo

V good sense of balance and coordination

Jason

Jason’s got more strength in his arms/shoulders/upper body than anything else

Big arm and chest muscles

Also naturally has belly--when he's not worried abt food--but he tends to stand taller so you can't see it as much

Probably lost the most weight on the voyage. Too busy making sure everyone else was okay and also healing from his various injuries. He also had to be absolutely sure there was enough food for everyone else so he was worried abt taking too much

Generally spends more time exercising and has hardly ever seen a junk food in his life and eats a lot of protein bc hes always lived at camp jupiter so he's very muscle

Piper

Piper didn't really start exercising until she came to camp so she's probably the least physically strong in comparison

More squish than Annabeth. Carries fat in hips and thighs and belly

Thinks/feels like she's fat and low key worries abt it

Was only mildly disappointed when she started demigod training and her belly didn't instantly disappear lol

Kind of jealous of how Annabeth is so thin and athletic but Annabeth wishes she had Pipers thighs/boob/curves loll the curse of being a woman

Piper also feels like she has baby face compared to Annabeth bc she has chubbier cheeks and it annoys her

She's got a pretty good sense of balance tho

Pretty good at running fast but she doesn't have as much stamina as Annabeth

Shes quite flexible also

Pretty good swimmer

Annabeth

Naturally quite thin

been training her whole life so she's got strong arms and legs and core

Really good at running and sprinting

Very agile too

Core strength and upper body strength

Great at dodging attacks, less good at blocking

Tallest of the girlies

Climber shoulders/back muscles

Wishes she had Piper’s curves kinda. She doesn't care all that much but occasionally is like damn wouldn't that be nice

Frank

Arrgh I hate how in the middle of the series Rick took away all of his fat. Screw you sir. Put it back. Put it bacK

So Frank Immediately gets his tum back in the span of a few weeks

He's also really tired for the next however long after the Mars boy magic adrenaline wears off bc where's his fuel??? Gone!!

Very good at Lifting stuff. He had to carry stuffs for his grandma all the time bc she was old

Mostly strong in the arms and chest/pectorals

His growth spurt happened real quick so he's still not used to how big he is which is why he's all clumsy

Needs to work on balance and coordination lol

Although he got most of his chub back, his Babyface™ didn't come back quite so strong

Hazel

Hazel is the shortest girlie

Was really thin back in the 40s and then gained quite a bit soon after she came back to life. She was very confused and probably horrified

This was bc of a combination of having a growth spurt, pressure on little girls to be thin back then and the times having changed now, having enough to eat now, and changes in the amounts of additives and high fructose corn syrup and shit in foods

She was really distraught for a while bc much like Nico’s internal conflict with The Gay, decades ago being chubby was an unforgivable sin for a little girl

Obv not to Nico’s extent bc I don't think people were killed for being fat but still

It takes her a while to see it as not a bad thing but just a thing

She has pretty evenly distributed muscle strength because when she started exercise at camp jupiter they worked All The Groups

Leo

We love our tiny little shrimp man

He didn't get enough to eat during his growth spurt so he's kind of stunted

Even though he's a hephaestus boy he could not for the life of him build a lot of muscle

He's not that strong

He's probably pretty flexible though

Nico

Also stunted because he didn't eat enough in his growth spurt

Pretty strong though

Smol but he is still growing

Is getting taller and will almost definitely surpass Leo

Also is slowly gaining a healthy amount of weight as he stays at camp and Will makes him eat and sleep more regularly and now he's less tired all the time

Pretty good core strength and balance and agility

Looks more his child age now that his cheeks are more filled in

Reyna

Buff Girl

Girlie works out when shes stressed and now she's got muscles like steel cables

Im talking arms, shoulders, core, legs, glutes

Can arm wrestle Jason and win even if he does try his darnedest

Incredible sprinter

Does so many squats that she got the whole bakery lol

Really likes her muscles

Flexes in the mirror

Jason expressed to her how impressive it was a few times and it was partially why she fell in love with him lol

Will

Will has pretty good arm muscles actually and can lift heavy stuffs

Can lift his bf easily

He has a soft tum tho and padding on his arms

Does yoga and stretching and that works his core

Soft

Eats good proteins and veggies and gets good sleeps

Healthy boi 10/10

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montammil · 2 months

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Forever Be Mine, part 6

This one is pretty relaxed compared to the last few parts lol. Here's the masterlist!

CW: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mentions of torture/murder, implied noncon, intimate whumper

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"Felicity? Can I ask you something?"

"Make it quick, I'm a little busy. If you need money, I can send you some later today."

"I'm not Griff. I was wondering if you had any... relationship advice?"

"And you called me out of all people?" Felicity snorted. "I'm too much of a workaholic to even consider love. As long as you haven't been stalking them, I'm sure you'll be fine." Rowan went silent. "Goddammit, Rowan. Again?"

Rowan wouldn't dare tell her he went even farther than just that. "He hates me. What do I do?"

"I don't know the guy, I don't know what he's into. Probably people not creeping on him," she huffed. "Give him something he likes--and not something you like that you want him to like. Not a hundred roses or some expensive brand of wine he's probably never heard of. Treat him like an actual human with thoughts and emotions and not some pampered pet. Just... be normal." There was talking in the background. "I gotta go. I think you'd have more luck asking Griffin about this."

As if, Rowan bitterly thought. Griffin's idea of romance was fast food and video games. "Fine. Talk to you later."

"Don't do anything stupid." And then she hung up.

Rowan sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at his ceiling. This entire time he had been forcing Sawyer to conform to his ideas of romance, so perhaps it was time to take some advice for once. He was desperate. Hopefully after this, Sawyer would see him for the perfect boyfriend he was, and come crawling into his arms with love and devotion.

An idea popped into his head.

Sawyer flinched when the shed door creaked open. Rowan knelt down, draping his large coat over his shivering form. He cut the rope and helped Sawyer into the warm coat.

"Let's get you inside, babydoll. You're ice-cold," Rowan murmured, holding Sawyer's hand and walking him inside the cabin.

Rowan brought him to the bathroom, and to Sawyer's shock, left him alone to his own devices. Sawyer turned on the bathtub's tap, waiting until the water was steaming. He slowly sunk into it. It was heaven compared to the freezing temperature he was kept at in the shed. He sunk lower until only his eyes were peeking over the water level.

Once he was warmed up, his mind wandered to Rowan's behavior. Despite not knowing him for long, he figured the first thing his captor would do would be to ramble and insist on giving him zero personal space.

Did he grow tired of him? Did this mean he'd let him go? Or...

Sawyer shook his head. He tried not to think too hard about it and washed himself as fast as possible. When he was done, he climbed out and dried off, finding a pair of neatly folded clothes on the counter. He put them over his aching limbs, just a normal t-shirt and sweatpants. He exited the bathroom to find Rowan waiting for him, holding a bowl of what he assumed was tomato basil soup.

"How was your bath?" Rowan asked, motioning to the couch. Sawyer obeyed and sat down beside him.

"Nice. Thanks," Sawyer whispered.

"Here. You must be hungry." He took the bowl from Rowan and held it close, letting the heat warm him up. "Eat up." He picked up the spoon and dipped it into the red liquid. The spoon was trembling in his hand.

Rowan didn't miss it, because of course he didn't. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Sawyer shook his head. "No. I got it." He didn't, but there was no way he was going to be coddled even more by his kidnapper. He ignored Rowan's burning gaze on him and he ate the soup in small bites. He couldn't understand Rowan, nor did he really want to. All he could do was keep him happy enough so he didn't end up back in that awful shed. He offered his empty bowl. "Thanks."

He smiled and took it. "You're welcome. Stay right there, I got you a present!"

If he had learnt anything about Rowan these past few weeks, it was that his gifts sucked. Sawyer never wanted to look at expensive jewelry or roses ever again. He wondered what horrible gift he was going to receive now. Probably a collar, at this point.

Rowan came back holding something small in his arms. Sawyer curiously stood up to get a better look at it, just to see a small white cat curled up in his arms. Sawyer froze. Rowan approached him with a huge smile on his face.

"What..." Sawyer could barely speak, his hand reached out to the cat, who happily rubbed his face on his palm. "What did you do?"

"I knew you liked cats, and even though I'm not the most fond of animals, love is about making sacrifices. And before you say anything, I didn't buy him from a breeder." He handed the tiny fluff ball to Sawyer. "He had previous owners who got rid of him because he's deaf, or so that's what the shelter said. He's perfectly healthy."

Sawyer looked at him then at the cat. "You're giving me a cat?"

"Yes! Don't you love him?" Sawyer nodded. "See? I'm a good partner!" Rowan smiled proudly.

If Sawyer weren't so distracted by the cat in his arms, he would've scoffed. Instead, he cradled the furball to his chest. "What's his name?"

"Whatever you want it to be, my love."

He frowned and rubbed a finger between the kitten's eyes. "Casper." He still hated Rowan's guts, and he felt anxious now that a cat was in this fucked up situation, but it was hard to be mad at him right now. He was a sucker for cute things, and this fluffy creature was purring contentedly in his hold. He almost forgot that this whole scenario was forced upon him by Rowan. Almost.

Rowan placed his hands on Sawyer's waist, but didn't push things any further. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Do you like him?"

Sawyer didn't want to be too thankful, lest Rowan got ideas that he owed him something. Besides that, he still hated his guts. "Yeah. He's cute." He hugged Casper a little closer to him.

"I knew you'd love him!" Rowan beamed. "Now that I have your approval, I'll get some toys for him. I already got food and a litter box. Anything specific you want for him? I've never owned any animals, so I don't know much about taking care of one." He sheepishly smiled. "Maybe a collar and a bed for him? I'll let you pick them out, and I can pick them up from the store."

"Uh, yeah, a collar, and a bed would be great. Thank you," Sawyer mumbled, still hugging the cat tightly. "And maybe a scratching post."

He didn't like the happy expression on Rowan's face, the bastard didn't deserve to be pleased, but he couldn't help himself when a soft cat was purring in his arms. He always wanted a cat, but due to money being tight, he never wanted to bring another living creature into his shitty living situation.

And even now he didn't, because it was somehow worse... but it'd be nice for someone other than Rowan to keep him company. It was selfish, he knew, but he was so lonely here that he was willing to subject a cat to Rowan.

"What is your ideal date?" Rowan's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Not with you."

"Sawyer," Rowan warned. He placed his hand on Sawyer's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

He sighed. "I dunno. I haven't been on many dates. An aquarium sounds cute, but I know that'd be too public for you, right?" It was meant as a sarcastic jab, but Rowan took it genuine and nodded. Sawyer resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I like ice skating, but I guess that's also not your type of scene. Whatever, doesn't matter anyway. I'm gonna go to bed."

Rowan watched the man walk off with Casper still in his arms. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

...

"What's this?"

"A lake to skate on! I made sure it was thick enough to walk on without breaking. And after this, we can have some hot cocoa and a nice cuddle session by the fire."

"Uh... that's... cool." Sawyer scratched the back of his neck. "I guess. But uh... why?"

"Because you wanted to go ice skating. And since a public skating rink would be trouble, I decided this would do. Again, I made sure it's safe, so don't worry your pretty little head about that." Rowan booped Sawyer's nose. "I ordered us some ice skates too, of course." He grabbed two pairs of black ice skates from the car's trunk. He led him to a log, brushing off the snow, and then gestured for Sawyer to sit.

Sawyer did so, albeit reluctantly. He watched Rowan kneel to slide his shoes off and replace them with the skates. It got harder to resist the urge to kick him when Rowan pressed a kiss to his ankle as he laced up the boots for him.

As Rowan put on his own pair, Sawyer got curious. "Have you ever ice skated before?"

"Well... no, but it can't be that hard, right? How different could it be from roller-skating?" Sawyer chuckled at his ignorance. Oh, he'd have fun watching him tumble around. "I'm excited to try it with you." He pulled Sawyer up, walking awkwardly to the frozen lake. "Just... hold onto me so you don't fall," Rowan advised, intertwining their gloved fingers.

Sawyer didn't know why he didn't pull away. "Alright," he agreed, his other hand clutching onto Rowan's arm.

Rowan stepped onto the ice, wobbling slightly. "Oh, okay, that's a bit harder than I expected." He slid his feet forwards, pulling Sawyer with him. "You're doing okay, right?"

He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah." Rowan looked ridiculous with his lanky limbs sprawled everywhere and his ungraceful movements. It was the funniest thing Sawyer had witnessed in a long while. "Having fun?"

"Oh, yeah, a blast." He slipped and nearly fell, catching himself with his hand on the ground. Sawyer covered his mouth, muffling his laughter. Rowan glared up at him. "Okay, okay, laugh it up. You have a clear advantage over me here." He pushed himself back up to stand. "Help me." Sawyer obliged, extending his hand to Rowan. "How did you even get so good at this?"

Sawyer pulled him up. "Ice skating was a huge hobby of mine when I was a kid. My parents wanted me to do hockey, the more 'manly' sport, but I liked figure skating. They eventually just gave up."

"Do you still ice skate? I don't recall ever seeing you go to any skating rinks..."

Right when Sawyer was starting to relax, he was reminded this man was insane. "I don't. I had to sell my skates when I went broke." He bit his tongue. He hated telling people personal information, let alone people like this. But there wasn't much he could do about it now. He couldn't afford to upset Rowan anymore. He didn't want to be punished again, and he definitely didn't want to be thrown in that godforsaken shed.

He didn't want to see that ever again. Crazy how that was less than a day ago, and now Rowan had the gall to act like none of that happened.

"That's a shame. I bet you looked lovely on the ice." He kissed his forehead. "Well, whenever you like, we always have this area to skate together. At least until it starts melting." Rowan chuckled and moved his legs like a newborn deer attempting to stand. He had fallen again, but he managed to catch himself in time.

A sadistic part of Sawyer sparked whenever he saw Rowan stumble around like an idiot. It felt nice seeing him being the one out of his element, considering everything else he'd put him through. He couldn't help but take enjoyment from the rare opportunity of seeing the usually overly-confident and arrogant Rowan in an uncomfortable position.

Soon enough they both grew tired (aka Rowan was done embarrassing himself) and retreated to the cabin.

Rowan sat Sawyer down and prepared a cup of hot chocolate for him, adding some marshmallows and whipped cream on top. He set it on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from the couch to drape it over Sawyer. Casper settled on Sawyer's lap and purred loudly, seeking pets.

Sawyer took the mug and blew on it. "Thank you," he mumbled before drinking some of the warm liquid.

"No problem, sweetheart." He sat on the couch next to him and placed his hand on his thigh. Sawyer looked down at it but didn't move away. "How was it?"

"How was what?"

"Our date." Rowan squeezed his leg, thumb rubbing circles on the inside of his thigh. "You didn't say much."

"Well, I was busy laughing at you," Sawyer pointed out, continuing to drink his hot cocoa. He licked away some foam that clung to his lip. Rowan stared at him intently, almost hungrily. "But it was... fine." He paused. "I guess."

"That's it? I expected a little more from you. Especially considering everything I did for you," Rowan scolded, his tone dangerously low. His hand stopped moving and tightened on his leg. Sawyer shivered. "I bought you a fucking cat. I skated with you even though it's freezing out. I cooked your favorite meal. I held back from touching you when I desperately wanted to." He leaned closer. "And I get nothing but a 'fine'?"

"I thought this was to make up for looking me in a damn freezing shed, not to guilt me into kissing your ass," Sawyer replied bluntly.

Rowan scowled. "Don't get snippy with me."

His word choice made Sawyer snort. "Well, sorry I'm feeling 'snippy' after being stalked, kidnapped, branded, and watching you kill a man. Forgive me for not being in a stellar mood." Rowan stood up, and Casper jumped off his lap at the sudden movement. Sawyer realized he made a mistake and was quick to amend it. "I didn't mean it, please don't put me back there."

When Rowan went silent, opting to stare at him, Sawyer realized he wanted him to continue.

"I'm thankful for everything you've done for me... and I loved our date. I'm sorry I'm so nonchalant about everything, I haven't been in a healthy relationship in years. This is just new to me." Sawyer's lip wobbled, only at the thought of being placed in the freezing cold again.

Rowan folded his arms. "I understand that, but I've been so patient with you. I think I deserve something in return, don't I?"

Great, now Sawyer didn't know how to further manipulate himself out of this one. Then, an idea popped in his mind. He dramatically sighed. "I just wished you'd see me for more than sex."

That was all it took for Rowan to fall for his bait. "Sawyer," he began softly, his scowl turning into a concerned frown, "is that all you think I'm after from you?" Sawyer shrugged and averted his eyes, faking embarrassment. Rowan had already fallen for similar acts in the past, but when it came to Sawyer, all logic went out the window. "Oh, honey, that's not true. I don't just want your body, I want everything of yours. Your mind, body, and soul belongs to me, and I want to cherish it all. I don't know why you would ever think so low of me."

Sawyer lowered his head, fighting back a smirk. "Sorry. I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe that sometimes. I'm used to guys being like that."

"I'm not those types of men, my love."

"I know." Rowan was worse. "It's just... that's why I have a hard time showing I'm grateful for things. Because people have done so much for me in the past, just because they wanted a quick fuck." He took joy in seeing how guilty Rowan looked. Good. "So I'm sorry I've been so dismissive. I'll try to be more grateful."

"Oh, sweetheart." Rowan placed a hand on his cheek. "I'll prove it to you. That I'm not like those men. That I truly care about you, not just your body."

Sawyer wasn't buying any of it. But he had Rowan right where he wanted him. Rowan was eating out the palm of his hand, like an eager dog wanting attention. "How?"

"We can cuddle, and watch what ever you want." Rowan grabbed Sawyer's hands, running his thumbs over his knuckles. "I know I can be impatient sometimes when it comes to more... intimate activities, but I'll slow down. Whatever you need. Cuddling you and having your full attention is more than enough for me right now."

"Okay," Sawyer replied simply, making sure not to let his fake shyness slip. He didn't want to oversell this.

Yet the 'for now' didn't go unnoticed. Sawyer had no doubt Rowan would eventually expect more from him again. He just had to hope by then he could manage to escape without incident.

"Then it's a deal!" Rowan beamed. He practically dragged him to the bedroom, tossing Sawyer onto the mattress. "Sorry," Rowan chuckled. Sawyer had to admit, Rowan was incredibly strong, especially for a guy of his build. He easily lifted him and tossed him around like he was light as a feather. Sawyer hoped that wouldn't turn into something disturbing. "Scoot over a bit, I'm going to set up the movie."

Sawyer had to admit, being around Rowan wasn't as insufferable as it was before. Sure, he still despised him, but... when he wanted to, he could be sweet.

Well, as sweet as a manic kidnapper could be.

Rowan let Sawyer choose from the list of movies, to which he settled on a nostalgic 90's film. Rowan wasn't too interested in it, but if it made Sawyer happy, he was glad. He was too busy staring at Sawyer to actually pay attention to the screen. Sawyer was aware of this and refused to give Rowan the satisfaction of him meeting his gaze.

Rowan nuzzled his face into the crook of Sawyer's neck and wrapped an arm around his waist. He peppered kisses along his shoulder and collarbone. Sawyer remained tense under the affectionate touch, not allowing himself to enjoy it even in the slightest.

He tried not to be annoyed with Rowan constantly interrupting his viewing to shower him in attention, but he had a feeling this would happen.

"I'm surprised you're not into this movie," Sawyer muttered. "Do you not like nostalgic things?"

Rowan paused in his ministrations. "Hm? No, I do. I just didn't watch much TV as a child, so I don't know these films. I'm sure it's wonderful." He pressed a kiss to his pulse point. "I'd much rather focus on you anyway."

Sawyer suppressed a sigh of frustration. "Alright then."

Halfway through the movie, Casper hopped on the bed and flopped between Sawyer and Rowan. Sawyer cracked a smile and patted the bed to coax him closer, so he could pet him. Casper purred happily and headbutted Sawyer's hand.

Rowan was less happy. "This is our moment, can't he wait?" he whined.

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "He's a cat, Rowan. He can't see what we're doing. He just wants cuddles."

"So do I!" Rowan exclaimed indignantly.

"You're such a child." Sawyer rolled his eyes, but still scooted closer to Rowan's side, just to shut him up. He leaned against Rowan's chest, keeping a hand on Casper's head to stroke him. He could feel Rowan grinning above him and he repressed the urge to shove him away in disgust. He focused on the screen in front of them, determined to ignore the arms wrapping around him possessively.

It still felt nice to relax for the first time since he had been kidnapped. Not that he was warming up to Rowan, surely not... Sawyer just appreciated having his nerves calmed after that horrible week he endured.

Before the ending credits finished rolling, Sawyer's eyelids grew heavy and he found himself dozing off, head resting against Rowan's chest. He heard Rowan's soft chuckling and a kiss being pressed against his hairline. He grumbled, too tired to care about the intimacy, and just sunk deeper against Rowan's warmth.

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