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acciotaitlynn · 26 days ago

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hello!!!! can i request some sylus biker gun play if that’s something you’d be interested in writing?

❥・ IF i'm interested—lets goooo ⤷ i went pretty dark w this, if this is triggering in any way, lemme know, i'll be happy to make a softer one for u ✿ ˙ᵕ˙

⟢ sylus‣you

⟢ 18+ sexual content. unprotected sex. p in da v. gun play. knife play. blood play. degradation. public sex. bondage by smoke/smoke play?—idk wtf to call it fr. that fancy word where ur attracted to hot men who kill ppl. welll, 1 hot man anyway. triggering situations such as violence, death, mentions of assault against women, non/dubcon relationship. i prefer soft sylus but dis not him. this has very dark themes and your mental health matters; please tread carefully ♡

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/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿💥Sylus was consumed by a rare fury, an intensity he hadn’t felt in ages. Somehow, you had once again found a way to ignite this volatile storm within him—a fire that blistered through his usual calm. Normally, he avoided public displays of dominance, preferring to keep his strength subdued, but tonight, as he sat at his usual spot in the bar's dimly lit corner, he decided to abandon those restraints.

He watched you, neon lights tracing your face with hues of electric blues and reds as you shamelessly flirted with a circle of men. Your grin was playful, your eyes daring—it was a juvenile act to spark Sylus’s jealousy, a game you had played before. Ordinarily, Sylus indulged your antics—the possessive, fervent aftermath was always unforgettable. But tonight, you crossed a line. Your plea for help with the pool cue, the way their hands lingered over you, nearly pushed him over the edge… but grinding against one man’s embrace as you bent low to align your shot—that was when his patience snapped.

The bar, typically a biker's sanctuary of laughter and the nostalgic croon of the jukebox, became an unbearable den to his ears, each sound fueling his anger. Without a word, his presence expanded, his dark evol extending like shadows on the floor, seeking out the jukebox’s plug and ripping it free from the wall. Music died abruptly, leaving a stark silence in its wake. Conversations hushed as every head turned toward Sylus, drawn by the palpable storm of anger rolling off him in waves.

In this place, his true identity was a mystery, yet instinct whispered to everyone: fear him. He rose with a deliberate slowness, each move calculated and cold. As he slipped off his black leather jacket, it clung to his skin, as though absorbing the heat of his simmering anger. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and an icy fear coursed through your veins at the intensity of his gaze. Without thinking, your body recoiled until your back pressed against the wall. Sylus had always cloaked you in kindness—a rare privilege he reserved for you, and you alone. Yet now, as you gazed into the shadows lurking in his eyes, you realized that even his love had its limits.

His voice was almost soft, yet it reverberated through the oppressively quiet room. “Out.” Just one word, spoken with such quiet authority, and the room obeyed in a heartbeat. Chairs scraped the floor, abandoned belongings and unfinished drinks littered the tables as people hurried to escape. The men you’d used to taunt Sylus scrambled to leave, even more desperate than the rest to escape his ominous presence. But with a flick of Sylus's wrist, a swirling black and red mist enveloped them, lifting them off their feet and hurling them against the wall.

The cries and dull thuds as their bodies hit the ground churned your stomach, fear threatening to consume you. The mist obediently lifted the men once more, wrenching them into chairs and holding them captive. Its tendrils coiled tighter around them with each futile struggle, suffocating their resistance until it ceased all together. Their eyes, wide with terror, found Sylus, their fear a stark mirror to your own. One, seated closest to you, succumbed fully to his dread, a dark stain spreading across his pants.

“Sylus…” you began, but his piercing glare snuffed out your words like a candle in the wind. Sylus savored the fear that encased you, the anxious bob of your throat, the intoxicating quiver in your voice. This dark fascination was unexpected, yet here he stood—painfully hard with desire at the sight. His voice, cold and commanding, addressed the men, his hand slowly curling into a fist. The air tightened around them, eliciting a symphony of gasps and choked cries before the phantom grip released, the oppressive mist disappearing as a heavy silence filled the room. “Move, and you die,” The words hung ominously in the air, the undercurrent of bloodlust evident. Though freed from Sylus’s grasp, none of the men dared to move, acutely aware that he was deathly serious.

Sylus brushed a lock of hair from your face, the gesture both tender and chilling, his eyes betraying the storm of displeasure below the surface. Without warning, his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you forward. The men averted their gazes instantly, each finding sudden fascination in the faded memorabilia and photographs lining the walls as you stumbled in front of them. Sylus chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth, his fingers trailing from your neck to your shoulder. With a harsh tug, he pulled down your dress strap. The lack of bra—something you now immensely regretted—left your breast exposed to the chill of the dim room’s air.

The men, for all their prior foolishness, had enough self preservation to keep their gazes averted. “What’s this?,” Sylus taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Losing interest already? Moments ago, each of you revealed just how much you desired her. I saw it—the longing in your eyes, your arms around her as you gazed down, eager to see these very breasts.” His body enclosed you from behind, echoing the men’s earlier actions, his hand uncovering your other breast, before traveling to the hem of your dress. You fought against him, but it was futile; he lifted the fabric above your waist, fingers pushing your panties aside as he traced a path through your folds. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as Sylus’s fingers slipped through your arousal, stirring the slickness with a lewd noise.

“I know exactly what crossed your minds when you dared to lay a hand on what’s mine.” Sylus sang, his voice a cold, mocking melody. “You imagined her on that pool table, helpless beneath you, as you forced your stunted cocks into her perfect little cunt…Or am I mistaken?” His finger delved deeper, a slow, deliberate invasion, while his other hand pinched your nipple harshly. “Here’s a tip for the future—if I allow you one,” he continued with a menacing edge, “be wary of the shadows before unveiling plans to prey on unsuspecting women.” A gasp escaped your lips. You knew the men were attracted to you—a necessary part of your intricate game— but they had seemed harmless, veiled behind hearty laughter and bright smiles—nothing like the predators painted in Sylus’s words. Yet, as chairs creaked and shifted, the men squirming under Sylus’s harsh truth, nausea churned within you.

Your hair was brushed aside as Sylus traced kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. Then suddenly, you were airborne, enveloped in that swirling mist of crimson and shadow, only to be set gently on the pool table. The coarse felt prickled against your back as Sylus pinned you, hitching up your dress and slipping your panties into his pocket. Fear surged anew as you writhed against the supernatural force holding you captive. His name slipped from your lips on a terrified exhale, your body trembling as fear overtook you. He barely acknowledged you, his lips curling into a sinister smirk that promised danger.

“How amusing that you thought she was truly interested in you,” Sylus sneered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “When she walked in on my arm, my essence marking her every step—she couldn’t wait to drape herself over my motorcycle when we arrived, a plea for my cock forming on those pretty lips before I could even cut the engine.” You whimpered softly as a tendril of Sylus’s power slid down your body, playing delicately before filling you completely. It was a sensation you’d once loved, now twisted into a cruel tool to use against you. Another tendril held you open, teasing your sensitive clit in slow, torturous circles as the one inside you pumped slow and deep. Your body betrayed you, responding despite your attempts to fight it, tears welling in your eyes. Just like the men, struggling only intensified the suffocating grip around you, and you quickly realized stillness was your only option. You forced yourself to relax, though the searing heat of unwanted arousal lingered ominously.

His voice returned, cutting through the tension like a sharp blade. “Each of you truly believed that she was captivated by you—her beguiling eyes and wicked smile led you on. Yet, you were all blind to the game she played.” Another tendril of power reached out from the ominous mist to trace your lip, tugging almost teasingly before retreating. Sylus tilted his head slightly, a calculating and almost sadistic look settling on his face as he addressed the men. “Let me show you true desire,” he purred, his tone a concoction of menace and allure as a chilly promise weaved through his voice. “You’ve shown bravery along with your stupidity tonight, so consider this a reward—a glimpse into what your heart craves. Listen as she unravels beneath my touch, her cries and pleas the only thing you’ll witness—look at her once more, and she’ll be the last sight you ever see.” His words hung heavily in the air, sending a shiver down your spine as their dark implication set in. Nearby, a man began to sob openly, the pitiful sound mingling with the acrid odor of fear and the sight of his soiled pants. The horror etched into his face mirrored your own, nausea swirling in your stomach as silent tears etched paths down your cheeks. Blinking rapidly, you tried in vain to erase the image now imprinted on your mind.

Sylus had little left to say to the quivering cowards before him—those who had once possessed the gall to go near you but now trembled beneath a stench of fear so strong it was palpable in the air. He inhaled the scent greedily, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he turned his gaze on you. The way you struggled as his fingers brushed along your jaw fed something dark inside him, your body a canvas of fear beneath his touch. You remained silent, eyes locked onto his crimson orbs, catching the fiery glow of his aether core—a mirror to the anger simmering within him.

A sliver of consciousness acknowledged the wrongness of his actions, a small voice that recoiled at the thought of causing you fear or pain… But that voice was little more than a whisper, drowned out by the pleasure coursing through him. His fingers traced your trembling form with an unsettling gentleness. His lips curved into a mocking pout as a long finger replaced the withdrawing tendrils of power inside you with a sharp, deliberate thrust. You whimpered softly, your eyes drifting to the ceiling as if seeking an escape from Sylus’s touch. The more you tried to distance yourself, the wider his grin became, punctuated by a low chuckle. “Where’s that bratty attitude now, sweetie? If I didn’t know better, I’d say those pretty tears of yours were laced with regret.” Summoning that usual fiery spirit of yours, irritation bubbled to the surface, and you met his gaze with sharp, defiant eyes. “Stop being a jerk, Sylus! Let them go, and get the hell off me!” You punctuated your demand by struggling against the force holding you down, only to be met with a cocked silver eyebrow and a deep, rumbling laugh. “There she is,” he murmured.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled you closer, positioning your feet at the edge of the pool table. Tendrils of smoke spread your legs wide, exposing you completely. He slipped another finger inside you, maintaining a steady, rough rhythm, driving you to distraction as he leaned over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue swept past your teeth and you responded instantly, your body arching into him. The heat of his kiss consumed you for far longer than you cared to admit, and the smirk stretching his lips at your swollen, breathless state only fueled your conflicted feelings.

Despite Sylus’s behavior, the undeniable pull of attraction lay heavy, intertwining with the remnants of disgust. But were you truly repulsed by his behavior? You kept trying to convince yourself that you were, but your body gradually rebelled against your mind, the rising tide of arousal threatening to eclipse the fear coiling in your belly. When Sylus’s slick hand trailed from your core to wrap around your around your throat, his leather-clad knee pressing harshly against you, a groan of reluctant pleasure slipped from your lips. A fierce blush spread across your face at your body’s undeniable reaction, and something almost tender flickered in his eyes.

His knee pressed against you harder, the supple leather gliding effortlessly through your slick heat. “Don’t fight it, kitten,” he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. “Embrace the thrill that quickens your pulse when fear courses through you. How could something that makes this perfect cunt so wet be shameful?” His breath, warm and tantalizing, ghosted over your ear, his lips trailing a feather-light path along your jaw and down your neck. Your hips moved of their own accord, seeking the friction that both tormented and promised to satisfy the aching need building within. Each word, each touch, each calculated grind of his knee against your core sent tremors cascading through your body, awakening a tremble that had nothing to do with fear. “That’s it,” he murmured, as his hand cradled the back of your neck, drawing you in for a fervent, chaotic kiss. He watched with a twisted delight as your eyes fluttered closed, fear gradually succumbing to ecstasy, his name escaping against your lips in breathless whisper.

You didn’t see him reach behind, a wicked grin spreading as his fingers found the cool metal of his gun. The moment its icy surface brushed against your cheek, trailing along your jaw, dread rushed back into your eyes, locking onto Sylus’s with a horrifying clarity. “Normally, I’d let my body speak for me,” he sneered, hinting at his displeasure, the tip of the gun nudging your lips apart before sliding in deeply. He watched you choke and writhe around the steel intruder, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes like a predator savoring its catch, before he pulled it out, leaving a terrible taste behind. “But this calls for a different lesson. Resist, and it’s punishment. Relinquish control, embrace the sensations, and you might discover a pleasure unlike any before.” You leaned in closer, capturing his lip with your teeth, a fierce look in your eyes as you murmured, “Screw you, asshole.” His deep, rumbling laughter only heightened the thrill running through you. Your heart raced as he traced the gun over your breast, barely grazing your nipple in maddening circles, increasing the pressure each time. Involuntarily, your body arched toward him, before you pulled back with a glare, hissing, “Real pleasure? That’d be you gone from my life.” Lies. Regret hit you hard when hurt flickered in Sylus’s gaze, only to be replaced by something more dangerous than before. The gun slid lower, chilling your skin as it grazed your sensitive clit.

His touch intensified, his kisses devouring you as the gun created filthy sounds, making you almost forget the audience to your turmoil. The sudden gunshot shattered that illusion. Sylus’s lips remained on yours as he quickly shifted, the gun firing point-blank at the man closest to you. The shock of the violence gripped the room; Sylus’s unwavering gaze remained on you as the second shot punctuated the silence, the man’s throat granting a grotesque finale to the chaos.

The air in the room was thick with tension, the silence only broken by the ragged breath of one man who began to sob openly. Your eyes darted to Sylus, disbelief blazing in your gaze. “What, kitten?" he drawled, noticing your reaction. ‘I warned them. Besides, you’re not the first woman they’ve tried to harm." With a casual indifference, he turned to the trembling men, his gun poised and ready. “Tell us, gentlemen, how many women have you assaulted at this bar alone? Speak up, or you’re next,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. The man with tears streaming down his cheeks stammered, "I don't know, t-too many to count…” Disgust twisted Sylus’s eyes, and in a heartbeat, three more shots rang out in rapid succession. Before you could fully register what had happened, his lips were on yours, fierce and demanding.

Your eyes involuntarily flickered to the gore painted across the walls, men now lifeless around you. Conflicting emotions churned within you—revulsion, terror, anger—but what overpowered them all was an intense arousal. From the moment Sylus fired that first shot, desire kindled inside you, undeniable and embarrassing in its intensity. This wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed him dispatch someone. You often accompanied him on his dark dealings; becoming almost numb to the violence. The first time you saw him kill, with his boot pressing down on a victim and eyes alight with thrill, it stirred something within you. And it continued; an unsettling satisfaction creeped into you each time. You often imagined Sylus’s face, his intense gaze as his prey’s life faded, fueling your fantasies as he claimed you. The darkness of it all only further fueled your desire, binding you closer to the danger that Sylus embodied.

You had never confessed what those moments truly stirred within you, but he had swiftly picked up on your heightened arousal after a kill. On those nights, you’d leap into his arms almost as soon as you both returned home, driven by an fervent intensity in your lovemaking. Yet, it wasn’t until he witnessed the unmistakable longing etched across your features as the shots echoed through the air that his suspicions turned into certainty. Your eyes, locked onto his, brimmed with raw desire. Despite the cold mocking tone in his voice, a new undertone of seriousness weaved through as he murmured into your ear, “Now you don’t even have to feel guilty about your role in their demise, sweetie. Their brazen idiocy in laying hands on you was just the prelude—I’ve had Mephisto watching them for months. Their fate was sealed; I recently discovered their involvement in the disappearances of multiple women and a string of assaults across the N109 Zone. They’re merely the tip of a larger conspiracy, and while I’m still unraveling it, those five are now out of the equation.” Your eyes searched his, the intense crimson gaze burning right through you. Gradually, the invisible force he’d been using to pin you down receded, dissipating into the air until you felt it’s absence. Instantly, your fingers laced in his hair, tugging harshly, drawing a deep groan that you eagerly swallowed as you devoured him completely.

Satisfaction gleamed in your eyes as you took in the sight of his swollen, glistening lips, and you teasingly pulled the bottom one into your mouth with a playful grin. Sylus pulled back momentarily, his gaze fixed on you as the gun teased your entrance, gliding through your folds. He coated your skin in your arousal, leaving your inner thighs shimmering with sticky wetness, drawing an appreciative hum from him as beheld the sight. “That feels really good,” you murmured with a dreamy sigh, your hips moving instinctively, drawn to the chilling touch. “I know, kitten, and I’ve got something even better…” Sylus purred. As the barrel of the gun slowly pressed into you, the intense, forbidden pleasure gripping you.

Sylus fought against his own urges, resisting the temptation to replace the weapon with his cock. He relished the transformation in you; the thrill of your fear had been intoxicating, but the raw, unfiltered bliss of your pleasure touched something deeper within him. With the gun deep inside you, he reached for the knife in his pocket, flicking it open with practiced ease. His eyes darkened, a commanding presence filling the space between you. He braced himself above you, one hand anchored on the felt. When the knife's edge began its delicate dance across your skin, your body responded immediately, arching towards the sensation. But Sylus withdrew the blade, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “Better keep still, kitten. Wouldn’t want my hand to slip,” he teased. You giggled breathlessly, embracing the return of his commanding tone. The knife continued its journey, barely grazing your skin, coaxing small beads of red that Sylus eagerly licked away. Each touch felt wrong in so many ways, yet left you utterly intoxicated with desire. The blade paused over your heart, carving something larger and far more intricate into your skin. You watched, bewildered, as Sylus worked with focused satisfaction. When he finally leaned back, admiring his creation, disbelief filled you.

You glanced down at your chest, eyes widening as you recognized the “art.” “You have got to be kidding me, Sylus.,” you said, incredulity threading your voice. His grin widened, a low, amused laugh escaping him. “Now, when a man gets a look at these perfect tits, he’ll know exactly who you belong to, and we can avoid another mess like this,” he motioned to the dead men on the floor. His cocky tone grated on your nerves, but the sight of his name etched onto your chest, complete with a tiny crow, sent a surge of raw heat through you. “Freaking ridiculous,” you muttered, your head falling back with a resigned sigh. Sylus chuckled, tucking the knife away as his hand returned to the gun. With precise, steady movements, he pumped into you, savoring the sweet sounds of pleasure escaping your lips, all while his eyes shifted between where your body met the gun—now slick with your arousal—and your face, filled with a mix of hunger, excitement, and deep adoration.

“What pretty sounds my gun pulls from you, sweetie,” he purred, watching as you whimpered softly, tears of ecstasy brimming in your eyes. You reached for your clit, rubbing it slowly as you locked gazes with Sylus, each movement deliberate and tantalizing. His teeth grazed his lip as a soft groan escaped him, mesmerized by the agonizingly slow curl of your fingers. You pressed yourself against the gun, urging it deeper inside you, gasping as the trigger guard breached you, sending a shiver down your spine as the warming metal filled you completely. Sylus let out a quiet curse as you took control, riding his gun with unabashed abandon in search of your pleasure.

His hand gripped your breast as he observed the gun sliding in and out, a primal urge stirring within him at the sight. “Good girl, using my gun like a little slut. You’re so damn perfect for me,” he growled, capturing your face in his large hand and squeezing your cheeks, a flicker of anger returning to his gaze. “We can keep playing this little game—I do enjoy how well you fuck once it’s over—but pull another stunt like tonight, and I can assure you, it won’t end well, kitten.” Your eyes widened as the seriousness of his tone sank in. You knew you had crossed a line tonight, causing him real hurt by your actions; something evident in his reaction. So you nodded softly, reaching for his face as you drew him in for a tender kiss. Your lips formed a seductive pout as you spoke softly, “I understand I’ve been a bad girl, Sy. I deserve to be punished.” Sylus cursed under his breath, swiftly freeing his cock as it replaced the gun inside you with one forceful thrust. He huffed heavily beside your ear as he bottomed out, his body tensing slightly as he allowed your tightness to accommodate his size—much larger than the gun that had stretched you first.

The sensation of his cock filling you so completely was the most incredible thing you had experienced all night—perhaps even in all your life. However, your pout returned as you whined, “I wanted to cum on the gun.” Sylus let out a deep, genuine laugh, thrusting into your core with an unrelenting pace as you squirmed beneath him. “Too bad, kitten, because you’re going to cum all over my cock like a good little pet. Think of it as part of your penance," he murmured, cradling your head and pulling you closer, his tongue passionately dancing with yours. You gazed at him as he kissed you, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the silver hair falling in his eyes, and the look of pure bliss on his face—all for you. Just looking at how perfect he was made your orgasm draw near rapidly.

The gun once more came into play as Sylus pulled back slightly, using the metal to tease your clit. He continued tenderly cradling your head, mouths still locked in a fervent embrace as he moved within you. He brought your forehead to his as he felt your walls clench around his cock, pulsating gently. His voice turned husky as he said, “Gonna fill you up, kitten. I need to claim you completely tonight.” His words and the raw, primal tone of his voice heightened the pleasure within you. As he drew you as close as possible, slowing his hips before releasing deep inside you, his warm essence filling you entirely, your pleasure surged and erupted in intense waves, flooding your body with ecstasy unlike any you had experienced.

Sylus held you close until his heart beat steadied, while his cock softened inside you. With a playful grin, he rolled beneath you, wrapping you in a warm embrace and placing a gentle kiss to your head. “I have so much more to show you,” he teased softly, his fingers combing through your hair. You chuckled, feeling a sense of comfort as you nestled against him. “Are Luke and Kieran coming to help us sort out this mess?” you asked hopefully. Sylus nodded with a contented sigh, his earlier tension now melted into a serene calm. “I’ve sent Mephisto to bring them over; they won’t be long." Hearing the happiness in his voice, you felt at ease; a stark contrast to the earlier frenzy. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you met his gentle smile, leaning in to capture his lips in a tender, lingering kiss. “Perfect,” you murmured, your voice holding a note of anticipation. “Let’s wrap this up quickly… because I can’t wait to see what you have to show me.”

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yanderemommabean · 1 year ago

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Mama I would suplex a boulder for a follow up to the yandere virus post pls pls pls 🥺

You can’t even think. First you’re in the hallways trying to get to your own bed, now you’re being forced into kissing and swapping tongues with two very eager women whose hands are becoming more and more invasive and demanding. Phoebe was more aggressive about how she kissed you. Her tongue lapped and flicked the roof of your mouth and coaxed out near pathetic mewls and whimpers, while Sadie made it her job to steal you away when Phoebe needed to breathe. Sadies kisses were just as eager but not as intense, like she was savoring every bit she could. Both truly intoxicating in their own right.

You can’t even bring it in yourself to fight. Something about all of this was intoxicating (as well as terrifying. You were sure even if you did fight harder, that shock collar would make this a lot worse. Perhaps it’s best to try and enjoy what you can?) Their touches were demanding, grabbing at you and roughly yanking your shirt off.

“N-No” you stammer, trying to reach up and cover yourself but Sadie easily pins your wrist back down, shushing you softly as Phoebe begins to feel up your breasts.

“Shh shh shh. You’re so pretty baby. So needy and desperate. Look how hard your nipples are already! Clearly you need us to help with this. You’re so pent up, kisses is all it took to make you like this”

Your cheeks burn, your face feels like it was molten hot, and you hated that they were right. You couldn't exactly get off lately with the stress of school and the fact that, you know, they’re your bullies. You gasp wetly as Phoebe takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud, moaning in satisfaction as you feel your body tense and your hips raise off the bed.

Sadie just giggles, sliding her hand down into the front of your panties. You were humiliated at how wet you had become, the slick stain on the fabric being all the proof they really needed that you liked this, even if you were fighting it. You can only cry out and gasp into their shared possessive kisses, Sadies fingers rubbing teasing and slow circles on your clit before dipping lower to feel your drenched folds, her middle finger circling your hole as it flutters. Phoebe placed her fingers into your mouth to hush you, her mouth working on your other nipple as she indulged herself in every noise you made for them. It’s a shame you have to be quiet this time, but once they’re able to, you’ll be moaning until your throat is raw.

Phoebe crawls up to push you back into Sadies lap, grinning like a wicked demon as she looks you up and down. “I know we told Naomi we’d wait but…a little taste won't hurt right? I mean she’s so cute! Desperate and mewling like a little kitten, perhaps that's a better pet name instead?”

You arch once again as Sadie begins to suckle and bite on your neck, her fingers pressing in faster circles as she teases your dripping pussy. You couldn’t form a singular thought, not even one of protest- as if your body wasn’t betraying you anyway. A choked moan leaves your throat as Phoebe slides down, holding your legs apart. She admired every mark and blemish on your skin, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh as he kissed up and down, from the apex of your hips to your calves, making herself comfy between your thighs as Sadie made sure your arms were held down tightly. “I think regardless she makes such a cute little pet. Look at how she writhes and cries out, she’s so sensitive! Naomi really needs to hurry up, she doesn’t know what she’s missing”.

You try in vain to slam your legs closed as a last ditch effort to defend yourself, but with how easy they managed to do everything thus far? It was pretty much laughable. Phoebe just toys with your lips, dragging her finger up and down as she watches your hips twitch and your stomach tighten, her mouth watering. “Oh she’s missing such a pretty sight. Y/N’s so wet, I bet she could cum just from her nipples being toyed and played with! Oooh, does our puppy want to test that out? Or do you want something better?”

You swallow, wincing as Sadie massages your breasts and bites into you again and again like she’s trying to brand you. Not to be a smart ass or anything but the collar more or less does that already. “J-Just, please, I-I” “Aww, don't be scared! You’re doing so well! C’mon” Sadie coaxes, her hands traveling down to also play with your pussy, watching as your hips act on their own to roll up against her hand as Phoebe watches with hunger and amusement. “You’re being so good, Y/N. You can keep being good can’t you? Just let us take care of you, melt all that stress away”

“P-please!” you cry out, only to feel Phoebe grip your face and steal another kiss, her voice going low as she whispers in your ear “You’re cumming for us, one way or the other. If we have to tie you down with those wands and vibrators and drain you dry, we will. I suggest you behave unless you want to watch me lose my patience”.

You make a noise of resentment and fear in the back of your throat, knowing that they were more than capable of having you tied down and at their mercy. You wince as both women begin to kiss up and down your body again, biting and marking wherever they wished, making you jerk and hiss when their teeth break the skin.

Before Phoebe could pull away to threaten to act on that scenario she mentioned, having been impatient for your response, the door is knocked on and Naomi enters, a sultry smile on her face at the sight of you, barely clothed and clearly being enjoyed by the other two.

“Well…I hope I didn't miss too much,” She says, locking the door and beginning to remove her outfit. She comes to grab your face, stealing a heated kiss that once again takes your breath away, only pulling away when she absolutely had too. Naomi admires you for a moment before giving Phoebe and Sadie a certain look, before saying “Well? What are we waiting for? It’s a three day weekend, so let’s get started” (-Mommabean, I hope you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't super spectacular I got some home stuff bothering me and I had to kinda rush! Still, this was fun!)

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heizouz · 1 year ago

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sub!childe + implied afab!reader, mommy kink, good puppy childe (who's surprised), mirror sex

m fucking back who cheered. anyway faye returns with yet another sub childe woohooooo,,, also kinda rushed ending and this is just word vomit lololl........i will get to reqs when i feel like it!! sorry if ur request has been there for a while im so bad at replying my bad fr 😔

"look at yourself, puppy." you sigh, motioning with your eyes for childe to look into the mirror, "such a pretty boy. you're so good for me, aren't you?"

childe whimpers, dazed eyes lidded and staring up at you and he nods dumbly as you watch him through the mirror - his noises are muffled from your fingers in his mouth, his lips wrapping around your digits. you smile a little, watching his thighs threaten to close from the tightening grip on his cock and your eyes move from the mirror, eyebrows raised. your fingers in his mouth push a little deeper and childe opens his mouth obediently, eyes slightly rolling back from the pressure of your fingers against his tongue. he whines loudly, hips bucking into your hand needily and you giggle, leaning closer to whisper, "i said look at yourself, needy boy."

without giving him a chance, your fingers rip from his mouth and close around his throat, squeezing lightly. childe gasps, head dropping forward to stare at himself in the mirror. he pants, eyes hazy, legs spread, and watches as you take control of his body as if it was yours - your hand around his neck holding him in place, a small sign of your dominance over him, and your other hand working gently along his dripping cock, bringing him closer to the edge with every squeeze of your fist.

"that's it." you gasp, eyes moving to meet his in the mirror. you can see him tremble when you refuse to take your eyes off him, raking them over his pliant frame, "good boy."

your fingers unclasp from his throat, trailing up his jaw and gently keeping him in place, your fingers tapping against his lips. childe complies, lips parting, watching your expression in the mirror as he takes them back into his mouth without being told. you smile, cat-like, at the tiny whimpers he lets out, high and whiny when you speed up your hand around his cock.

childe’s legs fall open wider, panting around your fingers as your own fingers tease his length, eyes lidded but unmoving from yours in the mirror. he's almost drooling, hips faintly bucking at the way your eyes seem to darken, raking over his body and he feels so spread open, whimpers coming out shaky, “hah- please-”

you tilt your head slightly, lips coming to press against his neck with a questioning hum, “yes, baby?”

he whines around your fingers at the feel of your gentle kisses against his throat, unable to rip his eyes away from how you continue to leave pretty red marks along his pale skin. childe's eyebrows scrunch, eyes fluttering closed when your speed on his cock speeds up and his head falls back - your fingers rip from his mouth and you grab his jaw, forcing his head back into place, “eyes on yourself.”

“mommy-” childe whimpers needily, word slipping out without thinking, chest rising and falling, pretty blue eyes threatening to close again, “mommy, please-”

“please what, darling?” you coo, focusing on the speed of your hand around his pretty cock.

“please, please, please.” he begs in a stream of pants, eyebrows furrowing before he cries out - “mommy, please-ah!” childe’s head falls back, eyes screwing shut and he trembles a little at the feel of your thumb teasing the sensitive tip of his cock.

you giggle, “‘s that good, baby?”

you watch the way he tries to bring himself to focus on the mirror, thighs wanting to close, hips thrusting into your fist, whimpers falling past his pretty pink lips.

“can-ah-can i cum?” he whispers, lips parting to whimper, his eyes drifting from the mirror to pleadingly look up at you, “mommy, can i cum? please?” he pants, chest rising and falling and hips bucking into your hand to chase his high.

“of course, puppy.” you smile, voice soft and quiet, gentle kisses pressing against his jaw, “cum for mommy, baby.”

your free fingers dance along his jaw, bringing him into a soft kiss that he cries into. “cum for me like the good boy you are.”

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ynbabe · 1 year ago

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Fake texts au- pt.10 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover III

I can't believe we're on part 10 already 😭😭😭

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"How could I? I didn't have my phone?" the girl asked slightly panicked,.

"That's because you had mine," Lando spoke up, tapping on his phone, "You logged into your account from mine," he said showing it to the girl.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?" She yelled.

"BECAUSE YOU GUYS KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE FUCKING ROAD AND LOGAN AND ARTHUR COSPLAYED SPIDER-MAN" He yelled back.

"Okay, okay," Max put his hands up to calm the two down, sometimes they were so similar he'd want to ask if Lando had a twin separated at birth, "Lando, what did she post?"

"oh oooh, this going to be fun," the boy said, switching to the girl's profile.

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"Well, that wasn't as bad," y/n shrugged.

"That's cause you didn't have your camera roll," Logan snapped back, finally feeling a little more human, the hangover easing down.

"Look who's talking," the Aussie came to y/n's defence, "You're lucky you didn't have YOUR phone," Oscar called out, making the American's face turn red.

"Damnnn Oscar!" The girl praised, colour returning to his face, all were slowly returning to normal, even Arthur had found his way back to the table. Seeing this, the two older men Max and Charles ordered for the table, while Lando, went through more of Y/n's Instagram with the group.

"Honestly, the response isn't that bad, and our PR officers won't murder us, sooo we're good," he said, smiling and logging out of her Instagram account.

"Oh my god," The Monganeseque boy spoke up after being missing for almost half an hour, " I don't think we ate last night," he said shoving the food in his mouth.

The older men expected one of the other three to corroborate the boy's words but they just witnessed four twenty-somethings guzzling down food and large glasses of OJ, lifting plates to slide food into their mouths, letting runny egg yolks and bacon grease getting over their face and hands.

"Fucking hell," Max snarled, "it's like watching animal planet or something,"

"It's disgusting is what it is," Charles agreed, "MERDE ARTHUR, MAMAN RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!" He yelled at his brother who was currently dipping a rolled up pancake in orange juice.

"Oh mate that's fucking disgusting," Y/n scoffed but then followed suit.

"Both of you are insane," Logan cried out, his accent thick, but failed to notice his own disgusting plate, dipping his bacon in maple syrup.

"ugh, there is something mentally deficient with all of you," Oscar frowned.

"Big words for someone mixing coffee into their oj," Lando cringed, taking a photo of the four and their disgusting eating habits.

"I- I can't look at this, I'm leaving," Charles gave up, holding up his hands in surrender, "I have a meeting at Ferrari anyways,"

"Bye, Charles!" the table chorused.

"Oh shit, it's 11am already?" Max called, looking at his watch, "I've got debrief at noon, see you next race, yeah Y/n?" He patted the girl's shoulder as he left.

"Never, again, ever." She yelled out, behind the man, making him laugh.

"Wait really?" The American looked over, bacon in hand.

"Nah, but like I've got uni and stuff and I've been going Arthurs races as well so, I'll probably be back by Britain or Netherlands," she explained.

"Oh yeah I forgot you still go to uni," Lando said.

"Not all of are millionaires cause of our fast vroom vroom cars," she spit back.

"yeah, yeah, " he waved off, "Oscar, Zak's told me to babysit you till our flight tomorrow so you don't do something or someone," he wriggled his brows, smirking at his teammate, making him roll his eyes, "you regret, so let's go and leave that disgusting abomination here," he said pointing to the coffee-orange juice.

"Guy's I don't know about y'all but I'm going go and pass out in the room till next year," The girl said, pushing away from the table.

"Same," The two boys followed.

oooooh this was ✨✨✨ but next we have the summer break chapter 🤭

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plutoslittlerkive · 1 year ago

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Telepathy

Leo/Loke x fem! Reader Smut

Authors Note: Heyyy guys, so like I’m kinda back, I’m really just taking a break from my Tiktok:Princessofmagix (shameless lol) but I find tumblr more comforting rn so I’m here YAY but yeah, here’s a Leo fic because I’m tired of y’all acting like he’s not BAD, he’s so fine like that’s my baby and y’all are sleep👁️👁️ but whatever, more for me ig😴 But anyways here something a lil short, a lil sweet!

Warnings!: Somnophilia, slight manhandling, and the reader cries…(idk Leo’s just HIM fr) but I think that’s it?

(Also mini text is speech through telepathy!)

Enjoy<3

I personally like to believe that my Leo is a sweetheart, he’s so eager to please, haven’t you heard that lions are loyal?

Especially if you allow yourself to be comfortable around him? He’s so grateful, he’d do whatever you ask. Anything to make you happy!

Like he’s such a sweetie and he always wants to know that he’s being good for you PLEASE praise him, he’s a sucker for words of affirmation…aside from physical touch. He can’t stand to be away from you and he definitely has some attachment issues.

If he could he’d be glued to your side! He’d give anything to be able to touch you. Mans will real deal get down on his knees, like his pride and ego are big but his love and desire for you are BIGGER! Like you could wake up to him between your thighs, he has absolutely no shame, you were his craving, and how else could he ease you after a stressful day?

It’s no wonder, the overstimulation damn near suffocated you in your sleep as if you’d been succumbed to paralysis. But what kind of nightmare would turn hell into heaven? You surely felt the heat, it was a warmth that enveloped every fiber of your being but you couldn’t keep up.

He looked up at you satisfied, he loved seeing you like this. Sure you were his master and you held his leash but to see you in such a vulnerable state, how could that ever be the case? He smirked as your thighs trembled around his face, clenching the sheets to try and brace yourself.

It was just too much, but prey never took the lead, and as your eyes finally opened allowing him to see their glossiness, he immediately gripped your hips and buried his face deeper, he had the power now.

“Feels good beautiful?” He asked through telepathy, a new power you incorporated with your spirits to aid in future battles.

Though now you kinda regretted teaching him at all, he just couldn’t behave.

But you wouldn’t play his game, you were exhausted and the pleasure only made you feel dizzy, so you spoke aloud.

“L-leo…wait…p-please~!“ He eased his fingers inside and curled them up, running his tongue soothingly along your clit.

“Wait why?” He questioned innocently in your head. People love to say cats are spoiled and Leo was no exception, he was such a tease and so brutal in these moments where your body craved any kind of release. Your back arched as you took a deep breath.

“Lion I can’t even breathe, please give me a break…” you stressed as you stared down at him pleadingly, lord only knows how long this has been going on.

“How, when I’m being so gentle with you?” Immediately he pulled you back to him when you tried to escape his grasp.

Curling his fingers deeper, he gently pressed down over your abdomen to feel every thrust. You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking, he knew how torturous this probably was for you but he also knew he wasn’t going to stop, not until he felt like you were satisfied, he just wanted to please you, if you allowed it.

And allow it you did, because realistically you could’ve easily just closed his gate if you wanted him to stop but, of course your body betrayed any sane thoughts you had. It was especially different now because you were in fact EXHAUSTED but it was so hard to say no to him when he only did this because this was his way of taking care of you.

“I can feel you getting tighter babe” You’d be more thankful if he weren’t so sly, he was mocking you, and chuckled hearing your cries slowly excel, until suddenly you started to hold your breath.

“That’s it beautiful…” He spoke to you softly knowing you were about to cum.

The arousal dripped down your thighs as he sucked harshly along your clit and continued to curl his fingers up to meet his other fingers that rested gently on top of your belly.

You squeezed your eyes shut allowing the tears to fall, he played with your body for so long that all over felt tense, you couldn’t find it in yourself to open your mouth, too afraid of the struggled cries that would slip if you did. He further guided you until your mind settled, but you panicked as he proceeded to run his tongue over you.

“Relax Princess I’m almost done.” He cooed as he looked up to you, but you whined at his touch as you realized your body really couldn’t handle anymore, but soon enough he pulled away from you slightly and gently kissed along your thighs lovingly.

As you caught your breath he reached up and stole it back with a kiss, then brought one up to your forehead.

He smiled sweetly and pulled you close to him, kissing all over you, you wanted to thank him but your eyes fell heavy, so you finally spoke to his mind.

“I love you lion, thank you…” it didn’t take much time for you to drift back to sleep.

“I love you more beautiful…sweet dreams”

THE END!

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stargirlrchive · 2 years ago

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ocean eyes: chapter two ✩ jake sully

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summary: widow!jake sully x female!reader, 10 year age-gap. jake is lowkey sunshine <3 reader is grumpy! arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, eventual smut + wc - 1,753

comments: part two lovers, i love reader, she's is slay girl boss fr ! idk what to say lmao but tysm for the love on part one, i hope you love this just as much! also omg pls check this out, @saltsacc drew what they think reader looks like and she's gorg! i litch cried ! but okay bye lovers <3 part three should be up on thursday <3

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The morning time had come quickly, the bright sun hitting your features and it disrupted your wonderful slumber. But if the sun hadn't woken you up, your sister's voice certainly would have. “Tsmuke! You need to be ready by now. Oh Great Mother, give me strength!”

You rubbed at your sleepy eyes, throwing her an annoyed glance, “Why are you being so strange? They are just other Na’vi. Or let me guess, Eywa has let you know they are of importance?”

Ronal pinched at her nose, “If you must know, he is Toruk Makto. He was the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. He is important, more than you know!”

You laughed quietly, “Do not let Tonowari hear you, you sound enamored.”

“Stupid girl!”

You laughed louder, shaking your head as you stretched before getting up. “Make haste!”

You hissed at her lightly, your good-hearted nature wearing thin as she rushed you. You quickly washed your face, Ronal helping you by fixing up your hair. “Oh Eywa, you are preparing me like I am going to marry the man!”

She said nothing, her nervous fingers quickly braiding a few pearls into your hair. “What is so special about him anyway?”

“Did you not hear what I said? He is Toruk Makto.”

You huffed in annoyance, “Of course I heard you sister, but-” Your shoulders shrugged, “How mighty can he be if he left his whole clan behind?”

She smacked your shoulder roughly, “Ow! Ronal-”

“Must you always be so crass? His mate died a few years back.”

“How did she die?”

“Protecting her children, in the battle field. I do not know much else.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, instantly feeling guilty, “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. So be kind to him, to all of them.”

“You may think poorly of me sister, but I am not mean.”

Ronal’s fingers stilled in her movements, face scrunching up as she mulled over what you said, “I do not think poorly of you.”

You didn't say anything else, toying with your fingers as you sat in front of Ronal, “Tsmuke, I do not think poorly of you.”

You grumbled out quietly, “You already said that.”

“I-I just want what is best for you, and at times I do not think you know how to find that for yourself.”

“Ronal, I am happy.”

“You are reckless! You think I do not know why you behave the way you do? You want the attention you lacked as a child, but you are grown now. There are responsibilities and duties you must fulfill.”

Her harsh words caused tears to well to your eyes, pulling away from her, “You do not listen!”

“And you do not obey!”

“Why should I? You are my sister, not my mother! Just because you ended up happy with Tonowari does not mean I will end up happy with whoever you stick me with. I love my freedom far too much to give it up.”

She sighed in exasperation, “Well that is not your decision. It is the Great Mother’s and she has spoken to me.”

It dawned upon you then, what all this was about. The enthusiasm to have you meet the Toruk Makto, dressing you up. “You are planning to mate me with that man?”

There was a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, but it was shaken away as she nodded her head. “He is a good man, with a strong heart. He will be good for you.”

Your words were low, quite with disbelief, “I cannot believe you.”

Ronal said nothing, “I always knew you wanted me out of your life, too much of a burden for you and Tonowari but I did not expect you to push me into the arms of the first man you saw!”

A spike of pain ran through Ronal, this is exactly what she feared. She made her way to you, the apology already starting to fall from her mouth but your shaky finger pointing at her stopped her movements. “Stop! Don’t-do not come near me!”

Your ears flattened against your head, the words getting caught in Ronal’s throat as she watched your eyes pool with tears. “Please get out so I can change.”

Ronal’s fear of hurting you even more had her walking out of the marui, leaving you to wallow in your own pity as you dressed yourself.

Tonowari instantly wrapped Ronal into his arms, rubbing against her back to soothe her, “Wari, she is going to hate me for the rest of her life.”

He shushed her quietly, having heard everything that happened, “No she will not, Yawne. You know how nervous you were before we actually mated. It is a big step in our lives, we just need to let her be.”

Ronal let herself bask in the warmth Tonowari provided, pulling away just a few seconds before you stepped out. Ronal’s eyes scanned over you, you looked so beautiful. She wanted to compliment you but knew you'd take it as mockery, some sort of jab to make you feel worse. So she said nothing, walking besides Tonowari and you followed quickly behind the two.

You were far more quiet than normal, and it hit Ronal just how much she actually enjoyed your inability to remain quiet. Tonowari called your name, “Did you hear me?”

“No-I did not.”

“I said I think he will be good for you.”

“If you say so.”

The pair shared a look, your tame behavior caused a sense of worry to nestle into Ronal. They entered the marui of Jake Sully, the Na’vi was sharpening his knives but other than that, it was empty. Tonowari cleared his throat, Jake’s head snapped up and was greeted with the three of you. “Tonowari, Ronal-oel ngati kameie.”

His eyes shifted to you, your eyes were already locked on him and Jake felt his ears twitch. Ronal uttered your name out, “This is my Tsmuke.”

“Oel ngati kameie, Jake Sully.”

“Oel ngati kameie.”

He noticed your intricate top, your pretty hair and how your skin glowed beautifully against the sun. He felt his throat instantly dry up the more he took you in. “We spoke briefly yesterday of your stay here.”

“Oh, yes.”

“The Tsahik and I have discussed what we wish for you to be able to stay. We know you have come seeking Uturu, a fresh start but we must also ensure this is safe for the clan. Beneficial to our people. You understand?”

Jake nodded his head, he more than most understood what it was like to make decisions that he did not entirely want for the prosperity of the clan. “Well, we can allow you and your family to stay if you mate with a woman of the Metkayina Clan. More specifically, with her.”

Your ears turned downwards slightly, but still you held his gaze. That was certainly not what he expected. “We understand that it may be hard to just thrust this upon you, so we will give you both time to adjust. She will be the one to train you, help you adjust to life near the water.”

A swift flicker of anger made its way to your eyes, turning towards Tonowari, “I do not have time to train him.”

“Well then you will make time.”

Your eyes rolled back, anger seeping into his family home from you alone. Jake would be lying if he said he did not enjoy seeing you so agitated, especially when it came to him. He fought the smile that was trying to make its way to his face the more he watched you. “What do you say, JakeSully?”

Your eyes jumped back to him, there was a look in your eyes that he could not quite place but it excited him beyond belief, “If that is what you wish. I only hope I can speak to my children about this before the clan is made aware?”

Your mouth dropped slightly in disbelief, confusion webbing its way into your mind as to why he would agree to this so willingly. You thought you'd have time, time to be on your worst behavior around him so he can back out before he even agreed. But no, he had already said yes to you.

Your arms crossed over your chest stubbornly, huffing out a breath of annoyance as you watched the smallest of smiles fall across his features. Ronal was trying her best to contain her excitement, she had always wanted you to mate with someone, and it appeared that the time was soon.

She turned to look at you and was unsurprised to find you glaring at the Toruk Makto, your lip jutting out in an angry pout. “Very well, JakeSully. Make your preparations and we will announce it during a feast a few weeks down the line, yes?”

He only hummed, eyes still locked onto yours. You rolled your eyes at him, he was clearly enjoying himself, “Can I leave now?”

Ronal called your name but you ignored her, walking fast out of the home and towards the beach.

Tonowari’s mouth turned into a thin line as he sent an awkward look towards Jake. “She is very kind, just-strong willed.”

A quiet laugh left Jake’s mouth, “I can see that.”

He walked with the two out of his mauri, his eyes scanning the waters and he locked onto your form, jumping head first into the water as an ilu swam towards you. Ronal tsk’ed quietly, “She is going to ruin her clothes.”

Jake watched you retreat further into the water, your animal easily gliding along as you got smaller and smaller. “Are you sure she will show up to train me?”

Jake’s eyes moved over to Tonowari, “Yes, I will make sure of it.”

Jake’s fingers reached his forehead, signing them goodbye as they walked away. He let out a quiet breath, his thoughts consumed with excitement and wonderment at just how these next few weeks may play out.

Your feelings on the matter were entirely different, anger coursing through your veins as you swam out past the reef.

Ao’nung and Tsireya shared a look, noticing the angry glare on your face when you didn’t even bother to stop and talk to them. “Should we tell Sa’nok and Sempul?”

Ao’nung shook his head at his younger sister, “Ma’ will pluck her eyes out for real this time.”

Tsireya fumbled with her fingers nervously, “Ao’nung, it is going to storm, she didn’t look to be thinking clearly-”

He watched your form retreating farther and farther, heading towards the Three Brothers rocks. “If she does not return in an hour we will call for father.”

Tsireya sighed quietly but listened all the same, returning back to her task at hand. “So, you must learn to breathe from here.” She pointed to her stomach, “Take deep breaths, fill your lungs and slow your heart. It will assist with staying underwater longer.”

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Three hours had passed by and you were still out past the reef, finding refuge in the mountains as the waters turned violent, your ilu having swam away as it noticed the dangers of the water. You huffed out in frustration, Ronal was truly going to kill you now.

Ao’nung was the first to notice just how late it had become. By the way the sun was hitting just a few moments ago, he could tell that well more than an hour's time had passed, and you were still not back. The water rocked them violently, and Tsireya’s sharp gasp of air at seeing a lone ilu swimming back only furthered his fear for you. His parents were going to kill you.

“Tsireya-”

“We must cut the training short, we will see you all tomorrow.”

Both Ao’nung and Tsireya swam quickly back to shore, leaving behind four confused Omatikaya Na’vi. “Their aunt, she’s-how do I put this nicely-rebellious?”

Rotxo laughed quietly, shaking his head as he watched his two friends swim as fast they could back to the beach. “Lets head back, no point in training with the waters like this.”

The two siblings entered their marui, surprised to find Jake sitting with their parents, they both dipped their heads to the former Olo’eyktan before turning to their parents, “Have you seen Tanhí?”

“That is why we are here, Sa’nok.”

Ronal’s brows raised in question, noticing the tremble of worry in her daughter's voice, “She-she left past the reef a few hours ago.”

Ronal swore she felt her blood pressure go up, feeling woozy at her sister's complete disregard for rules. “But-”

“But what?”

Ao’nung watched his younger sister's ears pin to her head, losing her voice, “But she has not returned, and the ilu she rode on did. She rode in the direction of the Three Brothers.”

Tonowari let out a deep breath, his head throbbed roughly as he looked out to see how violent the waters were. “I will be back shortly.”

“Sempul-the water is dangerous.”

“Yes, but knowing your Aunt the trouble she is in is more volatile than the waters.”

Jake noticed how calm the breeze was despite the rain, it was perfect weather to take flight. “I know where Three Brother’s rocks are. I can fly on my Ikran, it is safer than you riding out on a Tsurak.”

Ronal protested quickly, knowing her sister, “I do not think that is a good idea, JakeSully.”

He felt a bit of disappointment settle into his chest, he couldn’t help it, he was so intrigued by you. And truth be told, maybe it was a stupid part of him, but he liked the idea of saving you. Or at least helping you. From what he had heard, you were more than capable to fend for yourself. “It really is no big deal, I will be back quickly.”

He was hoping his eagerness was not evident in his voice, and with the worried look Ronal shared with Tonowari he was sure it wasn’t. “We should let him? Yes-might ease your sister's resistance if he’s the one to go for her?”

Tonowari was asking, but Ronal knew he had already made up his mind. She sighed quietly, “Fine-sure. Just-I cannot guarantee she will greet you with a warm smile.”

Jake refrained from thumping his tail in excitement, “It’s fine. I will not take it to heart.”

Jake quickly made his way outside, calling for Bob just as his children made their way towards the beach. “Sir?”

Neteyam, his oldest, was looking at him in confusion. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I will be back shortly.”

He sent all of them a smile, instructing his Ikran to take flight. The air got colder the further he was from the beach and it caused a shiver to run down his spine. He was well past the reef, and searching for you within ten minutes. As his Ikran gently flew around he caught the blur of teal blue amongst one of the tall rocks. His head shook, a laugh threatening to fall from his mouth, as even from this far away you looked upset.

He did not know you, but he was curious, beyond interested in knowing you. There was a deep itch in the back of his brain that seemed to only simmer at the thought of you. Call him stupid, he had only caught a few glimpses of you, but he felt the pull. He hoped you felt it too.

With quick glides he was by your side, dismounting Bob with ease as he sent you a smile. Your eyes narrowed in on him, annoyance clear as day on your features. Jake’s lips tugged gently, refraining from cracking you a toothy smile. “Why are you here?”

“Hello to you too.”

You grumbled out angrily, arms crossing along your chest as you looked away from him. “I am here to take you back.”

Your thick tail swayed behind you in annoyance, “I was perfectly fine here. Waiting for the storm to pass.”

“I am sure you were, but I am here now. So let me take you back.”

You did not like the tone he had with you, his accent thick with humor as he watched you. It only caused your irritation to spike up. “I do not know you. Plus I am not used to riding on-those bird things. I rather not.”

Bob huffed at your words, clacking loudly at you. “They’re Ikrans, and very smart.”

Jake was sure his voice was dripping with his amusement, he couldn’t help it. You made him laugh. “I know what they are!” You all but shrieked, “Does not make me trust them anymore so.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head at you. Your eyes narrowed in on him, irritation flowing through you so deeply you refrained from yelling at him. You hissed at him, and it caused a harder laugh to leave his lips.

“If you keep me here for any longer, Tonowari will come searching for us. You are already in trouble with your sister. Do you wish to make it worse?”

“I am not a child!”

“That is very obvious, so why make this harder than it needs to be?”

Jake quickly mounted his Ikran, he was almost positive you would follow after him. You weighed your options, you knew Ronal would be angry with you, should you really test your luck?

You groaned out in frustration, walking towards Jake and his Ikran. This was far scarier than taming a Tsurak, you would have no control on the animal. His five fingered hand extended to you, and you could not help but stare. His fingers were scarred, and calloused, slipping your fingers together as he pulled you up.

You swiftly threw a leg over the Ikran, shifting farther back on the animal as you were pressed too close to him. “Hold on.”

“I am fine as I am.”

He shook his head, creating Tsaheylu with his Ikran and the animal instantly jolted forward. You were thrown back lightly, hands instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep you steady. If you could see Jake’s face he was sure you’d hiss at him once again. The smallest of smirks fell onto his features.

The cool wind caused a shiver to run down your back, admiring how beautiful the island looked even in the darkness of the storm. You peaked your head to look ahead, frowning deeper the closer you arrived to the beach. “I hope you know I could have made my way back without you.”

“And I do not doubt that.”

“Good.”

As you both landed, you could see Ronal’s angry face as she stomped towards you. “Here we go.”

Jake helped you dismount, jumping quickly down after you. “See what I mean! Reckless!”

You rolled your eyes at your sister, walking straight past her and towards your home. Jake could see the exhaustion on Ronal’s face. He would be lying if he said he did not sympathize with her. It was clear that she cared for you deeply, but there were some lines blurred between the two of you. “Thank you, JakeSully.”

Jake only dipped his head down at the Tsahik, watching your figure retreat farther away.

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rzyraffek · 1 year ago

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Guys I suffer from jojo brainrot, I know its not my usual writing , but I need to get this out of my system. NO SPOILERS they/them pronouns, sfw, Request open

Also for obvious (and legal) reasons in josuke and okayasu ones reader is like 16.

Also I didnt finish jojo part4 yet so some stuff might be eee not accurate?

More jjba dating headcanons!!

Including Kars, Santana, young Joseph, Jonathan, Josuke, Speedwagon, Okuyasu

Kars

Homie will litteraly pet them. My guy has god complex, thinks that humans are so so smol and so so tiny

Picks them up like some lil baby and probably carries them around everywhere

S/o mostly just vibes in his huge mansion while Kars plots some evil emo stuff (again)

Quick reminder that this guy was doing ah mimimimi ah mimimimimi😴 for last few centuries so s/o has to explain him a lot of stuff

Imagine him getting jumpscared bcs your phone made a noise, or him just walking up to light switch and turing lights on and off repeatedly. Mans fascinated

Also guy is a walking muscle so no matter how big or smol s/o is they going to be picked up and carried around, probably he uses only one hand too btw

Pls brush his hair he will litteraly melt

Santana

...

"Human why you carry tiny talking square everywhere? Is it magical?"

My guy will take their phone and 'accidently' take 50selfies, but not in sexy way, but in 'his face is zoomed to camera and you see only his eyes and forehead' way

His love language is quality time, understanding and gifts

Hates germans btw

Will give them random stuff, like he will litteraly bring them a microwave and be like "human explain meaning of this". But also gives them shiny rocks, jewellery, hair accessories. If s/o wants a new car, my man gonna litteraly pick up first car he sees and bring it to them

I am convinced he eats food with his bare hands. S/o has to give him tutoral how to use knife and fork, he won't like it >:(

Young Joseph

Homeboy hands are everywhere, if my guy doesn't hold their hand, he is putting his hands on s/o shoulders or waist or just kisses them

Doing make-up together. And nails. And hair. All of this while shittalking his enemies and talking about all the drama.

Tequila Joseph first dragqueen in history btw

Never go on plane with him, no matter how romantinc he promises it will be. Do not

Also makes fun of Ceasar that Joseph was the first one to find a partner not him😍

S/o and Ceasar probably meet up sometimes to just complain about how dumb Joseph sometiems is😭

Will litteraly do anything to impress them frfr

Jonathan

Not boyfriend, but Husband material

My guy will be on walk with his homie speedwagon and litteraly act like teenager girl with crush. All blushy, shy and asking for advices

Gives them handfuls of flowers, but like Jonathan's sized handful (alot)

Loves walking with s/o and holding hands ofc

My boy will blush and die if s/o does first move

Pls s/o beat dio up he sucks

The best boy husband

Josuke

Bros gonna be so protective, like fr my guy will be worried if s/o goes to shop and doesn't come back in more than 20minutes

He will blush if s/o tries to hold his hand

Mumbles a lot about hair routine and hair products, and probably likes to comb s/o hair

Okayasu probably cried when he found out that Josuke has a partner btw

The sweetest boy alive

Guy will accidentally spoil them. Also they are basicly immortal due to all crazy daimon stuff

If s/o sees stands... OMG PLS pls hug his lil man, his stand i mean. It looks very hugable

Playing video games when s/o and josuke lied to his mom that you came over to teach him some school stuff>>

Okuyasu

This dude

This guy

Will litteraly beat anyone up, for no reason anyways. He just do be like that.

He is very dumb, please be patient

Isn't romantic, he tries to act cool and tough, but he is unintentionally cute! Like he will go to s/o house in middle of day, knock on door and he like "sup babygrill I bought you some ice cream"

If you guys play any kind of competitive game he might let them win! But he never tell them that of course

Also he is very physical, but not in romantic/sexy way but in 'dub me up homie/sup give me high five' hes very bromance. he also enjoys just leaning on them, like yall just stand waiting for bus and this dude will put like half his body weight on them

Once he had a nightmare and called them at 3am

Speedwagon

Btw sorry that characters are all over place and not organised, I am sleeby

My guy will shank anyone for you babe

Talks, a lot. So if s/o is a listener type, they will get along well

Goes to Jonathan and asks for advices about relationships!

S/o steals his hat and he pretends that he's offended, but pls dont stop you look cute!

My guy is very very...unorganised... total mess of a men if it comes to life. I dont even know if he has a house btw

Cuddles on couch when he's sure that noone is around>>>

Will read them to bed if that helps s/o fall asleep

He has poor eyesight but he doesnt wear glasses. Bonk him pls

#jojo x reader #jjba #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #okuyasu my beloved #okuyasu x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #speedwagon x reader #kars x reader #santana x reader #joseph jjba #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #request open

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rainbow-sunshine-unicorn · 30 days ago

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"While what Violet said was through a haze of grief and trauma, what Anthony heard, at a very vulnerable moment, was that his mother would rather die for her husband than live for her children. And it’s very hard to not take that sort of thing personally."

YES YES EXACTLY like I have all the empathy in the world for Violet as a mom with postpartum depression and just a depressed person in general when Edmund died but at the same time you just told your oldest flat out you have no reason to live for WHEN YOU HAVE EIGHT FUCKING KIDS AND ONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. She just told her son they aren't her air and there is NOTHING left for her in this realm like... that SCARS A PERSON.

dont get me wrong I still enjoy Violet as a character no one is all good all bad but... I would assume that even if Anthony and Violet's relationship becomes less fraught Idk if he would ever get over that no matter how fulfilling his life is now

I think it’s super interesting how Violet is a very loving mother who obviously wants the world for her children yet is a flawed parent in many ways. It shows you that flawed mothers are not necessarily just those who are like Portia but also those like Violet, who are “good” people.

Not that I think Portia and Violet are the exact same, but it’s an interesting juxtaposition, because you may think that both of them are on opposite ends of the parenting spectrum but the closer you look, the more you see, that both of their actions are motivated by wanting to do what’s best for their children and that it is this that lies at the core of a lot of their bigger mistakes as mothers.

Also, I think that her relationship with Anthony was fundamentally changed by him witnessing her raw grief. Though I think the other children, besides Gregory, Hyacinth and perhaps Francesca, were aware of her grief and absence from their lives, and it impacted them in different ways, for example, Daphne singing to Eloise over Violet’s cries, none of them truly felt the weight of it like Anthony. And I think this altered the relationship not only from Anthony’s perspective but from Violet’s perspective.

This character study perfectly articulates exactly what I mean. It summarises Anthony’s character and motivations in such a succinct way, I believe everyone should watch it!!

But throughout season 1, we see her treat him as though he’s Edmund’s replacement falling short rather than her son while simultaneously wanting him to treat her like an authority figure. She demands he arrange something for Daphne with a friend like his father would have, then later, berates him to renege when she considers Simon a better match. Yes Anthony does many things wrong, but he is navigating it from a very lonely place of extreme pressure and absolutely no one to turn to for guidance.

She waffles like this throughout season 2 as well, like insisting that she knows what he wants deep down while also accusing him of thrusting his responsibility upon his siblings, which is simply not true, considering Colin doesn’t even seem to understand the importance of balancing accounts. It’s only in the very last episode of season 2 that she seems to realise how much she has hurt Anthony but even then she apologises for the hurting him while she was grieving and not the way she has treated him subsequently.

I’m going to be honest, I don’t think Anthony will ever go back to being Violet’s oldest child rather than the half limbo state that they are in where he’s the head of the household and she’s his mother but also part of his household. And this is not because of a lack of love on either of their parts or because they are too different. Which is the tragedy of their relationship.

Anyways this is already too long, but Anthony’s last experience of unconditional parental love was when his father died, because the moment he did, in certain ways, he lost that from his mother.

I truly believe that the next time he experiences such unconditional love and affection is from Kate, who sees him at his worst, witnesses him make every mistake and still equally matches his feelings, his love and devotion and desire.

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metal-mouse · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Week Two

Pair: Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Kinktober Week Two: dacryphilia + rough sex.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. Diet angst? Toji is a toxic man + makes you cry on purpose. Rough sex. Choking. Unprotected p in v. Light brat taming. Spitting in mouth. Degradation. Idk, he's rough with you.

Summary: 2.2k. Toji knows it's kind of an asshole move to make you cry, but damn it, your tears just get him going. Of course he apologizes every time in the only way he cares to - by railing you into the mattress! Or the wall, maybe the couch... the kitchen counter?

Note: okay being so fr right now, if a man treats you like this outside of a consensual kink space the dick ain't worth it even if he's hot. I had so much fun writing this one, and I hope y'all enjoy it. I'm making a separate AO3 for anime fics and misc fics, soooo this won't be up on AO3 until I get the invite link :). Anyways, hope you enjoy. Very little proof reading. Week Three: Choso Kamo x f!Reader.

Toji knew he should stop antagonizing you. Doing things he knew you’d get upset about. Flirting with women in front of you, disappearing for days on end without a word, showing up wasted at impolite hours of the day... There was just something so sweet about the way your cheeks would flush as you yelled at him. It was just so captivating when he intentionally wound you up - playing off your words, disregarding you, often telling you that it was all your imagination or you needed to lighten up. The tip of your nose would go pink and your eyes always welled up with tears. God, those tears. They got him every time, watching them stream down your cheeks.

Today had been one of those days, where he stood in front of you while you cried. His eyes were trained on your face, watching as it scrunched up as you tried so hard to hide how upset you were. Toji had taken you out for once, it was a big deal really. And yet, he’d spent the entire night flirting with the bartender. ‘It’s just for the free drinks, baby. Don’t worry.’ He’d said over and over with a smug little smile. The waterworks and yelling had started the moment you walked through the door of his apartment. He’d barely listened to your emotional ranting, it was hard to pay attention when you looked so fucking pretty while you cried, and while his cock was rock fucking hard in his pants.

It was always the best part of the night, the ‘apology.’ Toji never quite managed to say he was sorry, and tonight was sure as hell no different. He’d brushed your tears away with a gentle touch, licking the salty aftertaste from his thumb as he held your gaze. You knew what was coming just as much as he did, and he knew you were already soaked. This fucked up form of foreplay was an addiction. A vicious cycle. One that Toji was in no rush to break.

“Fuck you, Toji.” You spat venomously, trying to shove him away as his massive frame crowded you against the wall.

“Fuck me? I know you wanna.” He said, that lazy and arrogant grin spreading on his lips. He could see that temper flickering in your eyes, a few stray tears running down your cheeks. He roughly yanked you against him and leaned in so you were trapped between him and the wall. His head dipped to kiss you, but your hand came up and pushed his face away to block him.

Toji’s response was to simply grab that hand and pin it to the wall above your head. He loomed over you, his lips nice and close to yours, “Don’t be like that, baby. Why do you act like you don’t want this?” His free hand roamed from your hip to your ass, giving you a squeeze before he lowered his hand to your thigh to lift your leg and hook it around his waist.

“Piss. Off.” You hissed, and Toji had to stop himself from laughing. He found it so cute when you tried to tell him off. Had he gone a little far tonight in his flirting with that bartender? Maybe. But he knew you’d melt into his arms with a bit of button pushing.

“Oh, we’re playing like that huh?” His hips rolled forward, the prominent bulge in his pants pressing up against the apex of your thighs. “See what you do to me?” He knew just the words to say, just the moves to make. His nose bumped against yours as he crowded your face, his lips lingering dangerously close to yours. You’d fold. He was sure you would, especially when your breath caught ever so slightly every time he ground into you.

“Go jerk off then if you’re so horny, you fucking prick.” Toji had to hand it to you, you were more fiery than usual. Jerk off? Nah. Not his style, at least not when you were pinned there in your little dress and glaring at him with your pretty red-rimmed eyes.

“Who do you think you’re talking to like that?” Your eyelids fluttered as his tongue ran along your bottom lip and his grip on your wrist tightened. He didn’t miss the way your head tilted back ever so slightly, your posture starting to open up to him. Toji had you exactly where he wanted you. He rocked his hips against you, grinding against your clothed cunt. When you let out the tiniest little sound, your eyes closing and your free hand coming up to his chest, he knew he’d won.

With this little crack in your composure, he crushed his lips against yours. It was a sloppy, heated kiss that left no room to breathe. He pulled up on your wrist, making you rise up onto your tippy-toes before dropping his hand to grab your thigh and lift you up so both your legs were wrapped around him. God damn, he was going to enjoy this. His kiss was rough, as was his bruising grip on your thighs - and you met him every step of the way. It wasn’t long before your dress was on the floor, rapidly followed by Toji’s shirt. With one arm holding you up, and the other smoothly unclasping your bra and discarding it, he walked you across the hall into the bedroom of his modest apartment. He tossed you onto the bed, and he was between your legs with his hands on your hips pulling you against him before you even had a chance to recover.

“Are you going to keep having an attitude, or are you going to be a good girl and spread your legs for me?” Toji rested on top of you, letting you take the brunt of his weight as he pressed you against the mattress. His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingers experimentally pressing up against your pussy. He lightly caressed along your clothed slit, feeling how you’d already drenched your panties. That was answer enough, but he wanted to hear it from you.

A shuddering breath caught in your throat as you tried to squirm out of his grip. Toji’s broad hand roamed over your belly, before palming your breast. He pinched one of your pebbled nipples between his fingers, gently rolling it and prompting a little squeak from you. Those were the sounds he was looking for.

You let out a sound of pure frustration, “Please, Toji.” You pleaded. He loved the anger and resignation in your tone. The cherry on top was the way you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. There was a neediness in your kiss, which he accepted as his hands slid down your sides to your hips. You kissed him like you were trying to prove you were the only one he needed - that you were better than anyone he flirted with or looked at.

He ripped your panties, the thin lace not standing a chance against him, and tossed them to the side. He sat up, looming over you as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He watched as your eyes roamed up and down his toned form without discrimination. He had no patience for this shit. Toji’s pants and boxers hit the ground, and he was on you in an instant.

His broad hands gripped your inner thighs, wrenching your legs open as he bent over you and bit down on the curve of your neck hard. You cried out, your back arching. His hips rolled forward as he rubbed the length of his cock through your folds. His eyes closed from how wet you were, and all for him.

Toji guided one of your legs over his shoulder, and he held the other against the mattress as he plunged his thick cock right into you. No need for preamble, not when you clearly needed the main event. He leaned his weight into you, his free hand coming up and gripping your neck. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He promised, squeezing your neck giving you that light-headed sensation that made your mind tingle. That was it, your only warning before he started to drill his hips into you. Your eyes widened, a loud cry spilling from your lips from his merciless thrusting. Toji grunted, his grip on your neck and your thigh tightening as he was overcome with white hot pleasure from the way you were wrapped around him.

In his peripherals he could see the way your toes curled. You writhed against his hold on you, so he leaned into you more to keep you still. Your hands wrapped around the wrist of his hand at your throat. You were incoherent in your whines and moans, your entire body bouncing with every thrust of Toji’s hips. If he didn’t have such a tight grip on you, he was sure you would’ve been fucked right off the bed. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Toji watched your face as he fucked you, the way your mouth had fallen open and your brows were scrunched up. He leered at you, grabbing your jaw to tilt your head to look up at him. You obliged, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. His grip on your jaw was tight, and he forced you to open your mouth wider. He leaned in, spitting into your mouth before pushing your mouth shut and holding his hand over your mouth muffling your moans.

“Swallow.” He ordered you, feeling the way your cunt fluttered around his cock. Dirty, little slut loves it. Your thighs were shaking already. Toji had the stamina, he’d pound into you without hesitation for however long he fucking felt like it. Right, apologizing.

His hand dropped from your mouth, groping at your tits. He loved the way the soft flesh felt under his rough palms. His hands were meant to kill, but he was more than happy to use them to make you mewl like this too. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.

“Oh fuck!” You wailed out when his pace changed. He rolled his hips into you slower now, but harder. The steady pace and punishing depth he set had your head falling back and your nails biting into his skin sure to leave long, red scratches. God damn, he wanted to see you fall apart. To hear you scream.

Toji brought his hand down, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your loud gasp and the way your eyes squeezed shut told him everything he needed to know. Right there. His balls were tightening, a man could only last so long. Yet, he wouldn’t give into that pressure building at the base of his cock until you’d had your fill.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes–” You babbled out with every thrust as Toji sped up the pace ever so slightly. Your muscles began to tense up, your nails pausing on his back and digging in hard. “‘M gonna… fuck Toji!” Your sobbing whine almost made him cum then and there.

“Cum, baby. For me.” He said, his voice low and husky. His thumb circled your clit faster, and he kept up his pace. It started out as a tight little squeal as your jaw clamped shut. Your muscles clenched around him, and he took that as his sign to keep going just as he was. When your mouth fell open in screaming moans, he couldn’t help but grin. You looked so fucking good when you came. That explosion of sensations rocked your whole body, your cunt pulsing and coaxing Toji deeper.

He obliged your body, his hands dropping to your hips to pull you in closer as he started to drill into you with reckless abandon. Faster, and as deep as he could go. His grunting mixed with your sobbing moans, until his head fell back. That tight pressure in his core was going to snap, his cock twitching and his balls tight anticipating his orgasm. His thrusts faltered ever so slightly as his length grew more and more sensitive, until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He pulled out, his hand flying to his length that he stroked fast and hard with the aid of your slick. He groaned in ecstasy, his hips twitching as his seed covered your belly, painting you like a piece of fucking art.

Slowly coming down from his high, he stopped stroking himself and looked down at you. You were a fucking mess, shaking, panting, with his cum all over your belly. Toji leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head. He lowered himself down low enough to press a soft kiss to your lips, so gentle compared to the man he’d been only moments before.

“Let me get you a rag and some water, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. Oh yes, he’d be sweet now. He’d take such good care of you. Clean you up, hold you close, and do anything you ask. He’d protect you, and love you. Up until he needed his fix, that is. Then, the game would be back on. There was no chance in hell he was breaking this cycle.

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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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I NEED ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS, I BEG YOU 😭

·˚ ༘ ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS !

# warnings: gn!reader, fluff and a little hurt/comfort, mentions to arguments, somewhat suggestive but no nsfw, swearing, idk how many words this is but quite a bit LOL, unedited

# a/n: LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US THAT I JUST SO HAPPENED TO WANT ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS TOO. ENJOY MY FRIEND.

no one knows how you two got into a relationship and to be honest, you don't really know either. like how did you bag itoshi mf rin 😨 the most unlikeable bitch anyone will ever meet in their life... (lovingly)

bachira asked you if you were okay the first time you met and rin immediately lunged at him. like, please stop babe, you're just proving meguru's point !

how you met and all is a story for another time <3 because holy fucking shit is it a long one.

but the point is, although rin takes a while to open up, he is an amazing boyfriend, despite what everyone believes :,)

claims that he needs an independent partner bc he needs his space from time to time and you were completely understanding, even agreeing that some privacy here and there is nice.

except as it turns out, rin is the most co-dependent partner there is 💀 it's no longer 'i' bc it is now 'we'! slay!

he literally needs you to go to the grocery store with him and expects you hold his hand the entire time too- literally.

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"you know how to buy your own green tea, why do i need to come with you?" you ask when rin pops his head into your study room where you were reading your book. "please?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you accompany him (almost) every time. if you're out he even waits for you to get home just so you can go with him like boy wtf...

well his love language is quality time saur.

expresses his love through gifts and acts of service as well. all of the gifts he buys for you are genuinely so well thought-out, like you almost tear up at all of them. one of them was a teddy bear that said 'you're better than mediocre.' and you almost cried 🗣🗣 okay but fr, he got you an anniversary gift of all his favourite moments with you, adding spotify bar codes to the pictures. there were photos from before u even dated like rin 😭😭😭😭 he is so babygirl pls take care of him.

on that note, i headcanon that rin has decent music taste. he listens to rock and alt, even anime soundtracks 🤣 but bc he's fluent in english, i bet he listens to arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood on REPEAT 🔁

wait yeah lover of music, it just makes sense for him to have a collection of headphones in his room. he likes to make you playlists too :( rinnie :( for me???

(rin also has a love language of offering you the first bite of food. you're sharing ice cream? here, have the first spoon. wanna try some of rin's lunch? he's already offering it. the smoothie he's having sounds good? he's already pushing it towards you.)

ALSO ☝️ BC THIS FUCKER LOVES HORROR, IT'S SOMETIMES TO A POINT THAT IT GETS YOU KINDA SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE... HOW IS HE SO IMMUNE TO ALL THE BLOOD... AND VIOLENCE...

he's SICK for this. you never let him pick the movies whenever you want to watch something.

also like it's a good enough reason to not get on his bad side. mans probably has 100 ways to k*ll shidou and get away with it.

anyways, rin would probably be hesitant to let you meet his family (read: sae). he's not ashamed of you, he's ashamed of sae.

so when his family demands to meet you, rin finally caves, agreeing to a dinner back home. only to find out he had nothing to worry about. his mother and father love you, saying how you were so beautiful the whole dinner, and how lucky rin was to have you. they even brought up the topic of marriage and you and rin kinda just sat there like 😐😁 smile and wave... smile and wave...

internally though, rin was over the moon knowing that you're accepted by his family. he loves his mum and dad, and although his relationship with sae is rocky with no smooth waves in sight, his opinion is... 'appreciated'.

best part was that his mother then turned to sae and went 'when are you going to get a partner as well?' and rin SENT HIM THE MOST SHIT-EATING GRIN EVER LMFAOOOOOOO

they got into a fight whilst cleaning the dishes that night.

rin then takes u home and pampers u, still high from the happiness that seeing u with his family brought 😇

WAIT ALSO - YOU TWO DEFINITELY SHOWED UP TO THE DINNER WITH MATCHING FITS >:o

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN'S WARDROBE LIKE DAMN SHAWTY... LET ME HIT... so he'll 100% shop for you too.

in fact, he's the best boyfie to take shopping, he'll be like 'no that's not your colour, but the fit is nice' or be like 'you might need a different size. this one isn't right' - you trust his judgment way more than your friends.

when you are out with your friends shopping, you'll send rin photos for his opinions and he never misses 💯 drops whatever he's doing to respond bc he's gotta make sure his pretty lover has the best wardrobe!!

rin loves paying for your shopping sprees too. no matter how much you try to wrestle him for who pays, he will always win. you make it even though by paying for your meals that day (the difference in how much money is spent on clothes and food will never compare, but it makes you feel a little less guilty so rin indulges you).

also attentive af. knows your tastes in almost everything, memorised your little habits and how you like certain things done. very dedicated bf once you realise just how much he loves doing things for you.

i just had this thought:

you know how couples post on tiktok all the time? well, you thought it would be nice if you could participate in one trend with rin.

you just thought it'd be a small post to share with your friends but instead, you seemed to forget to turn on the 'only friends can view option', it blew the FUCK up - like ofc it would, that's itoshi mf rin... but the comments were all like 'why are you with him', or 'dump him... you're too hot for him...', or 'you can do sooo much better than him'.

look, no matter how sensible rin is, he's not immune to drama and this bitch will not settle for when people tell him he doesn't deserve you like did YOU GO THROUGH TWO YEARS OF PINING??? I DON'T THINK SO. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

so he's on your account, picks the comment 'i could treat you better than him', films himself giving the commenter the middle finger before you pull him in by the collar to give him a big ol kiss, cutting the video at the exact time that you both stumble out of frame.

look, it's not the most optimal way to fight back against the haters 🙄 but he doesn't need to prove nothing, not like anyone else gets you all to themselves.

oh this man has a banger social media presence, on his main AND on his private accounts.

he prefers posting on the priv bc there he can freely show u off and be more authentic.

itoshirinpriv I love when Y/n wears the things I buy them

─ megurusundercover when will u buy me things rinnie </3

╰┈➤ itoshirinpriv Choke and die

╰┈➤ megurusundercover kinky ;)

─ isagi11 Hi @y/n !

╰┈➤ y/n HI YOICHI !!!!

LOVES A SUPPORTIVE S/O, EVEN IF HE DOESN'T LET IT SHOW!!! WEAR HIS JERSEY AT A MATCH AND CHEER FOR HIM AND YOU HAVE HIS HEART !!! RECORD HIS MATCHES FOR HIM AND WATCH THEM WITH HIM AND HE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!! he doesn't ask for much, just a little appreciation back :<

also don't try to compete against rin in anything unless you have guaranteed victory bc this mf is competitive AF.

will spare you on some occasions but more often than not, will give 100% into everything.

you use this to your advantage like 'hey babe, wanna see who can clean more of the house in one hour?' and HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY EVERY TIME. to be fair, so do you because like you want a clean house, but rin is SO speedy when there's a challenge involved.

easy defeat every time but you can't be mad.

hc that rin can't cook for shit. so you'll have to be there with him or just ban him from the kitchen straight up.

you taught him how to make microwave popcorn and that's about the only thing he is permitted to make.

even his diet-regulated smoothies are all made by you because holy fuck he somehow always messes up the recipe despite it being really clear and concise.

also you steer clear from him when he's working out because he just looks TOO GOOD working out that i makes you feel a little funny and pathetic 😇

if you are someone who does enjoy exercise, rin would love to take this chance to spend some more time together. you could be doing a pilates workout and rin is in the corner lifting weights, glancing over to you ever so often, sending him winks when you catch him.

loves going on hikes with you, no matter the difficulty, how steep or flat, he just really likes being active and if you join him, he'll be SO happy.

also u know how he loves yoga and meditation? if hiit and sweat-inducing workouts aren't for you, he likes stretching with you and teaching you breathing exercises that help throughout the day.

100/10 MASSEUSE BTW !!!! 👍👍👍👍

ofc, relationships aren't always perfect and especially when dealing with rin, someone who has quite a fair bit of trauma from being abandoned and left behind, it only worsens the tension.

believes you're going to leave him every time </3 like no :( just bc you're mad at him doesn't mean you've stopped loving him.

communication is so important. rin has a tendency to catastrophize a lot so please, put your pride aside and talk to him! reassure him! spend some time with him! that's how post-arguments usually go.

then you'll talk it out calmly, expressing both of your perspectives, apologising for breaking boundaries and trying to adapt accordingly.

this routine is a delicate one and it took months of putting aside your immaturity in order to grow together. especially rin who is so full of pride, but when he realised that his stubbornness wasn't winning him anything, he shattered his hardened perception of self and let you in.

"rin?" you whisper, poking your head into your shared bedroom delicately, afraid to upset the beast sleeping in there even more.

"what," he snaps, sitting on his side of bed in a hunched over position. he hugs his legs close to his body and the sight breaks your heart a little.

"i'm watching 'the shining', you can join me if you'd like to."

he grumbles something inaudible before you close the door quietly, hoping he'd cave because you chose this movie just so he'd come around. it's his favourite after all.

setting out a bowl of popcorn and some beverages of choice, you just manage to get the movie up when rin emerges from the bedroom, all gloomy and moody. he plops down on the opposite side of the couch, chin on his hand.

he's pretending like you don't exist which is fine by you, you know he'll cave eventually. so, you slide a cup of water and the bowl of popcorn to him and settle in, pressing 'play'.

around 15 minutes in or so, you're too engrossed in the movie to hear rin's quiet shuffling, and how he's now crossed the distance to sit next to you. his hand comes up to your shoulder to get your attention and when he has it, rin's quick to manoeuvre you so that you were now lying down on the couch.

he then plops down, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

"i'm sorry," whispers the striker. such simple words with such heavy meaning, especially coming from him.

you know he wants to say more, but you know better than he can't get it out, so, you begin threading your fingers through his hair, just how he likes it. rin softens completely against you.

"it's okay," you reassure.

"you're too good for me."

the next morning there's a bouquet of flowers and dessert from your favourite bakery on the kitchen counter.

rin wakes up at a reasonable hour. he likes to start off his days between 8 to 9 am, with 9-10 hours of sleep.

your sleep cycle has been synced with his because he hates sleeping without you beside him.

unless you have a good reason to push back sleep, he will not stand for it. stop depriving yourself of sleep and give your body the rest it deserves!!!!!

has a set night routine with you.

also i'm sorry but rin loves making out + neck and hand kisses are his favourite to give to you + he loves receiving temple and lip kisses.

goes to parties and clubs but very reluctantly. he doesn't like to drink, especially during soccer season, so there's not a lot of joy he can find in going out, except when he gets to eye you up and down all night and have fun with you AYEEEE 🕺😩

'you can wear whatever u want, i can fight' bf.

one thing you learn abt this man overtime is that he truly does not care how you dress. even tho it seems like he's judging you, he loves everything you wear and will admire you appreciatively 24/7.

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