#but to me this whole thing is holding a mirror up to him in a way that he really doesnt like and in a way

[gloomwitchwrites]

hear me out. asking the 141 (+ nikolai if you wanna) if you could "hold it". :)

Well, hello you. So glad you dropped into my inbox to give me this juicy prompt. I giggled through the whole thing. I had so much fun. It's full of humor (with a hint of spicy sprinkled in.)

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Task Force 141 x Reader (f!reader on Price)

Content & Warnings (mdni): swearing, suggestive themes, fluff, humor

Word Count: 500

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John Price

“Can I hold it?” you ask, peering over the newspaper John reads.

He arches an eyebrow. “This?” he asks, lifting his reading material.

“No. Your penis.”

“My penis?”

“Yes,” you affirm. You situate your arms like you’re holding an invisible baby. “Just hold.”

John stares. “You hold it constantly.”

“Not that way,” you correct. “Like how I sometimes hold my breast.”

“Need to check that it’s there?”

“Could have got up and left,” you shrug. “Just making sure it’s in the right place.”

John enthusiastically discards the newspaper, and starts to wiggle off his pants. “Come and hold it, love.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Is it okay to hold it?”

The middle of Kyle’s brow creases in confusion. “The spatula?” he asks, holding it up in front of him. Small wisps of steam rise from the bubbling water on the stove.

“No,” you reply with a little shake of your head. “I want to hold it.” You emphasize the word, pointing at his crotch.

“You—” Kyle’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “What?”

“You know,” you say, cupping your hands in front of you like you’re collecting water. “Hold it.”

Kyle mimics the gesture. “Hold it? Like this?”

You shrug. “Sure.”

“Oh my God.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“I can hold it!”

“Oh, aye. Can hold it as much as you want,” smiles Johnny.

Your question was innocent, but from his smirk, you know Johnny’s head is elsewhere. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy grey sweatpants. You wiggle your hand beneath the band, and simply cup him, sighing with contentment.

Johnny chuckles around his toothbrush. “Enjoying yourself, love?”

“Oh, yes,” you breathe. “But you’re enjoying this far more.”

“Am I?”

You give him a squeeze, and Johnny nearly chokes. “Can hardly keep you in my hand.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon didn’t lock the door. Perfect. You open it swiftly, the wood banging against the doorstop.

Simon, the immovable rock, glares at you through the bathroom mirror. “I’m taking a wee.”

“Not without me,” you proclaim loudly, nodding toward his open trousers. “And I want to hold it.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Gimme!”

Without breaking his stream, Simon slams the door in your face.

“Simon!” you bark, knocking. “I wanna hold it.”

“No,” he growls.

You open the door again, slotting your face in the crack like Jack Torrance. “Please.”

Simon sighs. “I will never know peace.”

Nikolai (Bonus)

“Can I hold it?”

Nik pauses in unzipping his pants. His head slowly pivots, a question in his gaze. “Hold? While I…” He gestures at himself and then the toilet.

You nod. “Yes. Please.”

Nikolai considers, his expression implying that it’s a weird request but he’s open to it.

He places his hands on his hips. “Go on.”

With a delighted cackle, you approach, lightly holding his penis between thumb and forefinger. When the stream starts, you bounce on your toes, giggling the whole time.

“You’re an odd one, rabbit.”

“Hm,” you agree. “And that color tells me you’re dehydrated.”

[headcanon-everything]

telly is so underrated 😭💔 I can't find any fics about him and it sucks. So can I request Married head cannons with him? With nsfw stuff too IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE!! Thank you!!

yessss Telly is SUPER underrated!! also combining with this ask: so NSFW under the cut

also I've recently found out that Telly uses They/He and it was patched in a recent update because it only uses He, so my previous headcanons will be edited later to adjust for that

Telly Marriage Headcanons

okay let's start with the wedding itself:

he'll default to what you want, as long as there's some colour involved and some kind of fun performance

but if you let him choose

I'm thinking place is decorated in silver and glossy black, and the wedding party is each person in a solid bright colour

the silver and shiny black reflect the colours

the crowd wears white or black, so it looks like tv static

and the two of you are in something refined and silver or black with pops of colour all over

whether it be on the lapels/seams on a silver/black suit

or bright designs in the lace on a dress

Double preferable for both of your outfits to light up - he's seen it done for costume competitions, they know it exists

then it's a big grand affair

a stage, multiple people lined up to perform for the reception, a big crowd

maybe in a historic movie theater for the ceremony? he's not picky

he doesn't fully cry but he definitely sniffles when he sees you standing across the altar with them

the first look he doesn't even get because Connie and Keyes decided to prank him and get Bodhi to dress up

he was NOT impressed haha

but after the reception, a big party that goes well into the next day?

oh he's SOFT soft

looks at you with stars in their eyes

can't believe his luck and just lays on the bed. staring at you.

as a spouse he doesn't change much from dating tbh

is loud and proud and announces to everyone that you're together

flashes the ring like they're trying to send a smoke signal

constant references to make you laugh

is always with an arm around you

likes to tease and joke around

but sometimes... you'll catch him staring at you the same way they did on your wedding day

and if you ask why they'll just hold you close with a smile, he doesn't really elaborate besides saying some cheesy pickup line or compliment to make you laugh

when he gets older and starts getting grays, the salt and pepper looks like tv static the longer it goes on

always has a lot of hair though, never has a balding problem

NSFW Headcanons

voice glitches out the more wrecked they get

if he isn't realized yet, his hair goes to TV static too

voice will still glitch after realization though I DEMAND it

pubic hair is in a square shape who said that

anyways

has more length over girth

is LOUD and doesn't give a fuck who hears

like, you'll have to put a hand over their mouth unless you want the whole block knowing levels of loud

is big on dirty talk and praise

pretty much as long as they can keep talking

listen. listen. I know it's not for everyone BUT his dirty little secret is that he'd love to have a crowd watch what he does to you

may take that to their grave though - will try and test the waters by gauging your opinions on certain things

^kinda going off of that one, having a mirror there so you can see the faces you make

hates gags, please do not ever make it so he can't talk

I said it before BUT THE VOICE GLITCHING OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS NECCESARY-

[bangchanplzbangme]

can you please make a jealous idol seungmin after he catches you starting to bias a member more than him?

so creative!!! I love this because it matches his personality so well omg!! i’m sorry it took so long, but i went on a trip. guys please send me requests!! i have lots of fun with them. i hope u like it @hansxcheesecake

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warnings: MDNI, smut, suggestive content, jealousy sex, exhibitionism, sexual pictures

only me

he only really noticed when you replaced his picture. his photocard. the one that looked perfect in your phone and showed other men that he was your favorite. only him. and it was Changbin too. the man you spent the most time with besides him. but he wasn’t really jealous. not until the party.

appreciating changbin was one thing, but did you need to be all over him, in that dress that drove him insane? constantly talking to changbin, appreciating his muscles, and putting your hands all over him. that should be your boyfriend u were doing that to. not changbin!

by the end of the week, you were decked in dweakki merch, changbin photocards and other items. he wasn’t tired of it. tried to replace your dweakki with puppym? you put the pig right back on. he gave you a whole stack of exclusive seungmin photocards? you appreciate them for a while, but they just end up on your desk. at least he’s still your wallpaper. wait! you changed it???! to a picture of changbin?

his jealousy has been slow cooking for a whole week. boiling under the surface, just waiting to be let out. and on the day of han’s party, it was all let out. he walks in with you on his arm, only to immediately be abandoned for changbin. that was it. he fucking had enough. did u forget who made u scream into the pillow? who makes you breakfast when you had headaches and period cramps? because from the way you’re acting, he might as well be a candy wrapper compared to your bias changbin.

without a single word, he drags you to the bathroom when changbin leaves to get drinks. “what’s up with you ignoring me?” “ignoring you?”. “ yeah. you completely replaced me for changbin. i bet you want him more than me.” you cup his cheeks and kiss him softly “ baby, i could never want anyone more than i want you”. “prove it then. let me fuck you in this bathroom so that changbin hyung hears how much my girl loves me”

he doesn’t even give you time to protest before he props u up on the kitchen sink and starts furiously kissing you. hans house has paper thin walls, so you’re mostly sure the people in the living room can hear you collective groans and gasps. hopefully felix’s music drowns it out. your shirt is on the floor and your skirt is pushed up to leave your bottom half exposed and dripping for seungmin. “this is all for me baby. not for changbin. say it”. “a-all for you minnie”. he grins wickedly and you feel a flash of excitement.

he pulls you off the counter and bends u over the counter. pulling his pants and boxers down, his hard angry cock springs out. you salivate at the sight of it in the mirror. he thrusts it in with no warning or prep, just his achingly long dick working its way through you walls and turning your brain into mush. as you start going dumb on his cock, he puts a hand on your chin and makes you look at yourself getting wrecked.

“cmon baby, don’t hold back those pretty moans. let changbin hyung know exactly who has you like this”. you moan his name like a broken record, and you’re sure they hear, because most of the lively chatter stalls. as you finish while seeing stars, he pulls out and pauses. you see him pull out his phone and take pictures. you would ask, but right now, after he blew you back out, you can find it in yourself to care.

you both hurriedly clean yourselves up. wipe off the lipstick stains, tidy your hair, and clean up your outfits. as you both step outside together, you’re met with a snide remark from han. “hey guys? next time you want to fuck, please don’t use my bathroom. some people actually need to use the bathroom, and those same people have been standing outside waiting for you horndogs to finish for like an hour”. seungmin smirks and looks at you before pulling out his phone and sending pics to changbin along with a text. “my girl”

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[rendiamberspirit]

Bear with me as I write down an idea I just had. I just read a fic about Tobirama going into the past and trying to kill his younger self instead of Izuna dying.

Be warned

This will be terribly done and just a mush of thoughts as they come to me.

What if it was after Izuna dies? What if it was when Madara offered Hashirama a choice? Kill your brother or yourself.

Hashirama takes off his armor but before he can even raise his blade an older Tobirama appears and takes the blade from his hand before turning on young Tobirama saying it should be you and slitting his throat?

The second his attack hits he's gone. Dust in the wind.

Young Tobirama is desperately holding his throat trying not to die but bleeding out fast.

Hashirama is there instantly healing the deep cut to his throat. The only reason he doesn't bleed out is Hashirama forcing his body to produce blood super fast.

Not fast enough to keep Tobirama from passing out though. Everyone, including the Uchiha are in shock. Like WTF just happened?

Madara's like okay 100% I know both of those chakras belonged to Tobirama. How were there two and why did one kill the other.... And then die.

Hashirama gives absolutely no fucks about the Uchiha any more and neither do the rest of the Senju. They are all taking off back to the compound in a complete guard position around their clan head and heir with little care for their own safety.

The Uchiha go back home. Not really knowing what will happen next. Tobirama is probably dead. Does that mean they have a chance at winning now? Do they want to risk it? Madara had been defeated. Most likely it would happen again.

Madara on the other hand is having a mental crisis. Tobirama, or a version of him at least, cared enough about peace to die for it. But the fact that he was here to make that happen means Hashirama was actually going to kill himself for peace. With both brothers willing to die for each other to end this war what kind of man does that make him?

How can he even look himself in the mirror knowing he didn't do the same. He knew Izuna and Tobirama were fighting to the death unlike him and Hashirama. Yet he had done nothing to stop it. When push came to shove he had allowed Izuna to die.

He should have risked his life to save Izuna's. He should have accepted peace.

He may have risked Izuna's scorn but at least he would have been there to scorn him.

They hear nothing from the Senju for weeks.

They are all convinced it's because Tobirama is dead.

Then they get a hawk with a request to meet for a peace treaty.

There is not a single Uchiha left that is willing to oppose this. They know they lost. They know now that the Senju are crazy and willing to give everything up to have peace. How do you fight that?

They meet the Senju and to their shock Tobirama is there.

But he doesn't talk the entire meeting.

Madara wants to ask why so bad.

They agree to peace terms and slowly start building the village he and Hashirama dreamed of.

Still Tobirama is silent.

No one asks why.

Madara is slowly becoming obsessed with him. Now that he no longer sees Tobirama as the heartless demon who killed his brother he starts to see him as a person. A person he likes.

One hot hot summer day Madara decides to go to the river to cool off and there is Tobirama shirtless.

There is a thick scar across his throat and Madara is once again reminded of why peace happened. How it happened.

Finally Madara can't hold it in. "Why don't you speak?"

Tobirama raises and eyebrow and points to his throat.

"Wait you CAN'T speak? At all?!?!"

Tobirama just looks at him like he's an idiot. Which apparently he is.

Madara spends the next year developing a language for Tobirama. A sign language using only body movements, primarily hands to talk.

The whole clan learns it. And they teach it to the Senju.

The first thing Tobirama signs is:

|--|/ (best I can do to show the sign for I love you with characters)

I didn't even look this over for spelling or grammar errors. Hopefully you can figure it out lol

I may come back and write this. But also this may be all I do.

[edwardhartenjoyer]

fic request! but more drabble-y maybe??

What about some cuddle times in general BUT where in each one MC is a mirror personality-wise to the ghoul in question? Like the opposite of the opposites attract idea? An oh look, i get to flirt with myself and im into it sort of thing. I hope that makes sense.

I like this!! Cuddles with the ghouls!! I tried my best with the similar personality angle, so I hope you like what I did

Cuddles With Myself

Featuring: Rui | Haku | Jiro

Haku Kusanagi - "Haku, my prince~" You called out as you walked into his room in Hotarubi. "I want cuddles." You pouted, and he laughed, flashing a grin at you.

"Well, how could I deny you anything, princess~?" He sat onto his bed and held his arms open to you. You grinned and rushed into his arms, settling yourself against him perfectly.

He pulle you close against his chest as you relaxed into him.

"I think this is what we were made for, to be in eachothers arms~" you flirted, tilting your head back to grin at him.

He laughed softly, "I could say the same thing. You've never looked better than here with me...though, i could think of one other way you'd look better." He flirted with a wink.

You giggled softly "Well I certainly wouldn't complain. You are a perfect sight to see~ But I'm happy just cuddling for now." You hummed, content to just relax in his arms.

He tightened his hold on you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Whatever you want Princess, love you."

"Love you too my Prince."

Rui Mizuki - Rui had recently broken his curse, and since then, he constantly wanted to hold you in his arms, craving your touch. You had no complaints about this.

As had become your new nightly routine, you were cuddling up with Rui in his bed. His hands roamed all over you, no intent behind his touches, just an amazement at being able to finally hold you and experience you.

"You're perfection Cutie~" Rui whispered happily to you. You smiled and nuzzled into his chest.

"A perfect match to you, then Handsome~" you whispered back.

You raised a hand and ran it gently through his hair. He practically melted and leaned into your touch. It was nice, seeing him finally get to relax.

"Love you so much, Cutie," Rui whispered.

"Love you with my whole being Handsome."

Jiro Kirisaki - "Jiro, relaxing would be beneficial for your health." You commented, observing as he finished up his latest task Yuri had set him on.

"Perhaps I am due for a break." He admitted. He took your hand and led you to his room, even though you knew the way by heart by this point.

He settled back onto his bed and pulled you down into his arms. You tangled your body up with his and relaxed.

"Feeling better?" You asked softly.

"Mm, far improved." He replied, a small smile gracing his features as he looked down at you. You gave him a small smile back.

"You always know what helps me best." He commented. "I love you."

"You always know best for me, too. Love you too." You replied, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

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[reijisteacup]

How would the diaboys react to a s/o that does a lot of crafts and even makes a friendship bracelet for their dingdong 👻

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki: He stares at the bracelet. Stares at you. Then back at the bracelet. “…You made this… for my dick?” He doesn’t even sound shocked — just done. “Tch. Whatever. I guess my junk’s fashionable now.” He wears it. You catch him sleeping with it on, and when you giggle, he mutters, “Don’t get cocky. It’s just comfortable.” (Lowkey thinks it’s cute and won’t take it off even if he has to reposition it.)

Reiji Sakamaki: “…You wasted precious thread and beads… to make a bracelet for my penis?” His soul leaves his body. “Do you lack shame entirely?” You try to explain it’s just for fun, and he goes into a whole Victorian meltdown. But later you catch him reading a medical journal while gently holding it in his gloved hand, turning it thoughtfully. “The craftsmanship is… tolerable.” Secretly locks it in a velvet box labeled “Disgraceful but Impressive.”

Ayato Sakamaki: “YO!! YOU MADE ORE-SAMA A COCK-ACCESSORY?!” He is OBSESSED. He runs around the mansion yelling, “LOOK, I GOT DING-DING BLING!!” You have created a monster. He demands a matching necklace. Then ankle bracelets. Then a whole volleyball net for his junk. Wears it during makeout sessions like it's part of the foreplay. Will cry if it breaks.

Kanato Sakamaki: “What… is this…?” You explain, and he just starts laughing. Maniacally. “A bracelet for THAT?! That’s so STUPID… it’s PERFECT!” He immediately makes Teddy wear a matching one. Refers to it as “his gentleman’s charm” and speaks to it like it’s sentient. God help you if you ever make another one for someone else. He’ll burn the whole room down. “Only I get glitter on my cock!”

Laito Sakamaki: “Nfu~! How naughty of you, Bitch-chan~” He is DELIGHTED. “A friendship bracelet for my third arm? So sentimental~” You thought it would make him laugh. Instead, it made him worse. Now he’s naming it. Styling it. Taking mirror selfies like, “Say hello to Prince Richard, everyone~” It becomes his new party trick. You’re never living this down.

Subaru Sakamaki: You give it to him and he immediately FLINGS IT across the room, red in the face. “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” But the moment you leave, he sheepishly picks it up and mutters, “…She made this… f-for that…?” Next day, he’s standing in front of the mirror trying to put it on without dying of embarrassment. If you catch him, he screams, breaks a wall, and denies it for eternity. Wears it secretly. Treasures it like a cursed relic.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami: “…A cock bracelet.” You nod. He closes the book he was reading. “You spent two hours… weaving a phallic accessory.” You smile proudly. He leans close and says in a whisper, “You’ll wear the matching choker. No arguments.” Then proceeds to lecture you for “misusing your artistic gifts,” all while keeping it in his coat pocket like it’s a relic. Will never admit he loves it.

Kou Mukami: “OMG Y/N–!!! IT’S A PENIS BRACELET!!” He is in TEARS laughing. He livestreams your explanation. “My fans are gonna lose it~ You’re iconic.” Then he actually models it with glitter and ribbon for his fanbase like a Fashion Nova drop. “Cock couture, baby!” Also commissions a rhinestone version. Posts, “She put a ring on it — but lower.” 💅

Yuma Mukami: “…The hell am I supposed to do with this?!” You deadass say: “Accessorize your zucchini.” He CHOKES. Turns bright red. “Tch, damn sow…” He pretends to toss it but later asks you if it’s waterproof. Wears it during gardening. He pretends he doesn’t like it, but next thing you know, he’s ordering matching ones for his “eggplants.” You made him feel seen.

Azusa Mukami: “…You made… jewelry… for my… mmm…” He trails off with a blush and stares at it for 5 full minutes. Then… he wears it. Immediately. “Does it… make me look…pretty?” He names it “Lil’ Azusa.” You say “he’s beautiful,” and he smiles like it’s the best gift he’s ever received. Now you have to make seasonal versions. Halloween-themed. Valentine’s Day. There’s no going back.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami: “…You dare mock me?” He looks offended. But you just hold up the bracelet and say, “For your royal scepter.” He stares. Then walks away. You think he’s mad until he returns with a jeweled box and places it inside like it’s a royal heirloom. “It shall be preserved.” Weeks later, you find him wearing it under his robes and whispering, “This stays between us.”

Shin Tsukinami: “YO, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET… FOR MY DICK?!” He is screaming laughing. “You are insane. I love it.” He takes a pic. Sends it to Carla. “Look what my girl made.” He turns it into a party game: “Guess which accessory is not on my wrist.” You’ve given him a new form of power. He's too far gone.

[clumsypuppy]

fake ep idea + doodles

[myownprivatcidaho]

new supervisor @ my job this semester who's great and super friendly and a great listener. he said today im the most guarded of everyone who works there and that "[i] want to talk about everything except [my]self" and from what he gathers im a "walking contradiction" because im an "intentional person who's afraid of intentionality" i-

[nilla03]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝘍𝘛: 𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼♡

☪︎—age gap, mean teasing satoru, dumbification, overstimulation, possessiveness, creampie, he’s too good at sex, established relationship

"sex with older! Satoru can't be too bad right..?"

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Satoru murmurs, palm flat against the arch of your back as he pushes in again, slow and deep like he’s trying to ruin you.

You whimper into the pillow, drooling into his sheets with your lashes soaked, mascara smeared all under your eyes. You don’t even care anymore, because all you can feel is him.

He’s big—too big. Always has been. The kind of stretch that makes you see stars when he first slides in, the kind of pleasure that’s way past your limit ten minutes in. But he doesn’t let up. He likes seeing how far you can take it, how stupid and ruined and pliant he can get you.

“‘Toru!" you cry again

“Aww. Can’t even talk right now, baby?” His voice is smooth and a little cruel, and he reaches around to grab your throat, not hard—just enough to make your little brain stutter. “What happened to all that attitude you had earlier, hm?”

You blink, dumb and empty, drool sliding from your mouth when he pulls you up just a little by your neck, whispering right into your ear.

“God, you’re so cute like this. So fucked-out already and I’m not even close to done.” His hips snap hard and you squeal, whole body jolting forward.

Satoru loves this part. Not the way you take him—that’s a given, he knew from day one that no one could ever make you feel the way he does—but the way you fold. Act like a brat all week,always tease him about the gray in his hair or the way he groans when he sits too long… and yet here you are, crying into his mattress because he’s fucking you dumb.

“This is what happens,” he pants, hand fisting in your hair now, pulling your head back so he can see your face in the mirror. “When you act like you don’t know what this dick does to you.”

Your eyes roll. He knows how good he is at sex. The worst part is that he doesn’t even have to try—he’s confident, cocky, and has more experience than any guy your age could dream of. He knows exactly where to touch, how to angle his hips, when to slow down or speed up.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” Satoru breathes, and now his hand’s between your legs again, his fingers rubbing tight little circles over your clit. “Needed me to fuck the brat outta you.”

Your whole body seizes when he hits that spot again, that perfect spot that only he can reach, and you choke on your sob as you cum around him for what feels like the third—no, fourth time tonight. You’re not even sure anymore. Everything’s hazy, glossy, soaked in heat and tears and the loud slap of skin and his voice in your ear.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, holding your hips so tight you know there’ll be bruises. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

You nod, still crying, still moaning, still grinding helplessly into his cock because you don’t even know how to stop.

“You wanna be my dumb little girl forever, huh?”

You nod again, sob out something that sounds like “yes, yes, ‘toru, please,” and he snaps.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up,” he groans, burying himself deep, so deep, and your nails claw into the sheets as his cock twitches inside you. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah? Show everyone what happens when you act like a slut around me.”

You scream. Genuinely scream. Because he’s so deep, so hot, so good, and he’s not even pulling out—he’s just holding you down, grinding his cum into you, whispering sweet, filthy things as you fall apart underneath him.

[pagesfromthevoid]

So High School | r. r.

Robert "Bob" Reybnolds x Thunderbolts!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mentions of sex. Walker being an asshole. Heavy making out and hickeys. General discussion of Bob's mental health

Author's Note: The horny thoughts got turned into feelings because of therapy but alas

Bob Masterlist | Talk to Me! | Coffee?

It started as a joke.

Sort of.

None of it was technically a lie after the initial lie. 

It was more of a “get off my back” kind of situation but then it became a “let’s fuck with Walker” kind of deal because he wouldn’t drop it. And his reaction was…hilarious, honestly. Especially because Yelena and Ava immediately played along, no questions asked.

“How did you not notice?” Yelena asked, giving Walker a look that suggested he was an idiot. “The moment she saw him in the vault, she had heart eyes for him.”

“It was not the moment I saw him,” she argued back, pointing at the blonde. “It was like…ten minutes later, when he called Walker an asshole and laughed. Then it was definitely a ‘oh, okay. Hear me out,’ kind of moment.”

“Okay, fair,” Ava conceded, nodding. “Though, I think it stopped being a ‘hear me out’ bit pretty soon after.”

“Oh, immediately after,” she agreed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know when it was?”

“I swear to God,” Yelena groaned, knowing absolutely what she was about to say. “It was when he was shot, wasn’t it?”

“Oh my god,” she practically moaned, covering her face with her hands. “Listen. I felt so bad. You don’t get it. This poor boy has been shot and he’s not dying and I’m sure he was scared as hell. But did you see him? Those abs? That look he gave those agents? Fuck me, dude. It’s not a ‘hear me out.’ It’s a ‘hold me back.’”

Walker, at that point, was flabbergasted. Yelena and Ava being privy to the whole thing was enough for him to believe it, but he was so confused. Her? And Bob? Of all people? Of all of them on the team?

Bob??

“Then why aren’t you with him now?” He asked, like he thought he could catch her in a lie.

“He’s asleep?” She pointed out, giving him a ‘duh’ kind of look. “He doesn’t sleep a lot. You think I’m going to go wake him up just because I’m horny?”

She paused. Considered what would happen if John were to go ask Bob himself about their “relationship.” Then she decided that she should probably loop Bob in on it –or at least make sure he was okay with fucking with Walker.

“Actually, you know what. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

And that’s how she ends up in Bob’s room, sitting criss-crossed on the end of his bed, and him sitting mirror opposite of her, confused. 

“So you…told Walker that we’re dating…as a joke?” He asks, and she can’t tell if he’s upset by the whole thing.

“Yes. And I would super appreciate it if you played along because for some reason, he’s really confused by it and I really, truly find it funny. But it’s also totally okay if you don’t want to go along with it, and we can shut it down right now. I really –it’s not something you need to go along with at all.”

“I don’t…I don’t really understand, but I like the idea of messing with Walker so I guess I’m in,” he decides, grinning that boyish grin of his. The room relaxes significantly as she lets out a relieved breath. “So uh, what…what do we need to do to make it believable?”

She did not think this far ahead, honestly. She’s kind of surprised he agreed to play along, honestly. “I mean…I don’t know. He is under the impression I came in here to wake you up for, uh,” she pauses, feeling herself flush as she considers how to phrase it. “I told him I was going to wake you up because I was horny, so there’s that.”

Bob sits there for a second, and she briefly wonders if he’s okay. He kind of looks like he’s short circuiting; eyes blank for a moment as he stares at her. Then he drops one of his legs to the floor, sitting half on the bed. “I could give you a hickey.”

She sputters, completely thrown off by the suggestion. She opens her mouth once, then shuts it. Then opens it again and manages to say, “You –what?”

“I mean, I’ve never given one before. But that would be believable, right?”

She’s sort of stuck on the fact that he’s never given a hickey before and now she really wants to get one and give one. How high school –hickeys. Her mom always said they were gross but the idea of Bob putting his mouth anywhere on her is…enticing as hell. 

So she nods. That’s all she does, because she truly has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

Bob’s going to give her a hickey, and she’s kind of…very excited about that.

“Okay, yeah. That’s…that’s definitely a good start,” she finally says, confirming the first step in a very stupid plan. 

But he doesn’t move, and she doesn’t either. Because suddenly this is not actually a joke to either of them it feels like. On the contrary, Bob looks like he’s about to have a panic attack.

“Actually, I just…Why was I…I just –I’m curious –,” he starts, stuttering his way through what he’s trying to say. He’s leaning forward some, and she can see the workings of his mind in his eyes. The tug of his brows as he’s thinking about something that’s going to cause him heartache of some kind. And she knows what it is. She just…she knows.

“I swear, I did it because he wouldn’t leave me alone about who I would date on the team. He really wanted me to say him, and I really would rather give myself a lobotomy than even consider dating him.”

“But that…I mean, that doesn’t explain…,” he points to himself, sort of tugging at his sweater. “Why was I the first person that came to mind?” He asks, shifting uncomfortably. She worries now that she’s hurt him with this whole thing.

“Well I –,” she pauses, and considers what she’s about to say. 

She could tell him the truth –after all, everything that followed the “Dude, I’m dating Bob. Where have you been?” comment was…well, it was true. She had absolutely thought he was cute in the vault. And she absolutely gawked when he was shot –not only because he was shot and alive and also flying but because of the abs and how he looked in that moment –confused, but confident. Alarmed, but ready to fight. But that is wholly embarrassing for her. The longer she sits there and considers it, however, the more he probably thinks she’s an asshole. 

So she confesses, and her face is burning because she really didn’t think she would be confessing any sort of crush on Bob tonight. “Because…It made sense,” she tries to explain. But that sounds stupid so she backtracks some. “Listen…It makes sense because I would totally date you. In a heartbeat. If you were…in a place to do that. But I don’t expect you to feel the same or even want to do that.”

He looks even more confused now. But his cheeks are blooming with blush, and it’s spreading down his neck and just below his collar. And she’s now distracted, thinking that if she could see his chest, the blush would be spreading there too. And now she’s thinking about him shirtless, which is absolutely not the thing to do.

“Oh,” he says. Though that’s all he says as he shifts in the bed, moving to plant his feet on the floor. His hands are gripping the side of the mattress tight enough that his knuckles are turning white.

“I’m sorry, Bob,” she says, looking down at her hands. Trying to will her own blush away because now she’s humiliated and she’s an asshole. “I really wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable –I’ll go tell Walker I was lying. Seriously, it’s not –,”

“Why don’t we actually date then?” He interrupts, looking up at her.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I told you I would,” she quickly counters, snapping her attention to him. “Just because I like you doesn’t mean I’ll stop being your friend if you don’t want to date me. God forbid, that would be horrible of me.”

“I don’t feel obligated,” he argues, taking a beat to calm himself down. His hands relax and the color returns to his knuckles. “I know I’m not…the best,” he says, and she’s about to argue but he continues before she can. “But I…I do really like you. And I’d…I’d like to try to take you out on a date. Probably have to take things slow or something, but if that’s okay with you…”

“‘Or something’ being giving me a hickey to freak out Walker?” She jokes, trying to ease the tension in the room.

He laughs. Actually laughs; not one of his uncomfortable ones. But a real laugh that’s soft and sweet and she can’t help but laugh as well when he nods. “Yeah, yeah…we can fast forward a little to that part, if you want.”

“Do you want to do that?”

He hesitates, and she’s about to tell him it's totally okay if he doesn’t want to. But he nods finally. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, actually. But uh,” he stops, and there’s this look on his face that suggests that he’s really considering his next question. At this point, he could ask her just about anything and she’d probably say yes, though. “Can we…maybe not fast forward through the making out part before the hickey?”

“Oh my god, you’re going to be the death of me,” she laughs, moving across the bed on her hands and knees towards him.

“I hope not,” he says, and he sounds genuinely concerned as she sits beside him.

She reaches up and brushes a lock of hair out of his face. “Metaphorically speaking,” she reassures. 

She doesn’t know what to do next, honestly. Not because she doesn’t have any experience, but because she feels nervous for the first time in years over a guy. Which is ridiculous, but at the same time…it’s a good feeling to have.

“Can I…can I kiss you, now?” He asks, but his voice is soft. Trembling. Like he’s afraid she’s going to suddenly change her mind and leave him there, embarrassed. 

“I’d really like that, yeah.”

He’s still timid –a little awkward, a little shaky –but he leans in closer, and she meets him in the middle. Their noses brush just slightly before the space between them is closed. It’s slow at first; testing the waters to make sure they both know what they’re doing. Truly, as high school as they could get without actually being in high school. But she presses forward slightly, resting one hand on his knee and the other hand on his chest. He mimics the motion, sort of, and one of his hands cups the back of neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. His other covers the hand resting on his knee, interlocking their fingers.

It’s her who pulls them backwards onto the bed, their legs still dangling off the side. Their entwined hands are up by her head now and the hand on his chest is grasping at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as she swipes her tongue across his bottom lip. Bob is half laying on her, the hand in her hair untangling itself to gently run down her ribcage through her shirt. She hums in response, and he tenses some but doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls away from her mouth, and she sighs as his lips press against her jaw. 

The movement is just as awkward at first, but he finds a rhythm as he presses a kiss just below her ear then trails them down her throat. His stubble –barely there, but there enough to tickle –brushes her skin and she sighs in content as she loosens the grip on his shirt and tangles her fingers in his hair. Guiding him, carefully, kindly, to the spot on her throat that she wants to feel him mark. The pulse point that drums her heartbeat for this very moment. 

He hesitates again, and this time she’s pretty sure it’s because he actually doesn’t know how to give a hickey. So she forces herself to let go of his hair and taps just below his jaw to get his attention. When he pulls away, his cheeks are bright red and flushed, but he’s got a soft smile on his face. 

“Let me show you,” she offers, and he nods, letting her take the lead if only for a lesson. 

She pushes him onto his back and takes the same position he had been over her. One hand on his rib cage, deftly moving to run her fingers over his abs as she presses a soft kiss to his lips one more time. He tries to pull her back, but she nudges his cheek with her nose, pressing a light kiss there before trailing down his jaw and below his ear –mimicking the movements he had gotten correct. Then, she grazes just at his pulse –presses her tongue against his heartbeat, which spikes the moment her teeth touch his skin –not a bite. Just a little graze. Then she sucks and the sound that comes from his lips is soft but an obvious moan. 

When she pulls away, she admires the handiwork with a soft grin and a quick kiss to his jaw one more time. Then she’s looking down at him, hovering just high enough to see the glossy eyed smile on his face. She misses it, but his eyes shift some –gold flickering through as he returns to the original position and repeats the motions one more time. His mouth on hers in a soft but firm kiss. Then quick, soft kisses along her jaw and down her throat –on the opposite side now of where she left his. He follows her steps to the tee, like a lesson he wants to have perfected, and grazes his teeth along her pulse. When it quickens under his tongue, he hums in excitement, unable to help himself as he marks her as his.

He gets a little carried away, enjoying how she squirms under him as he presses kisses and soft bites to her neck. One hickey isn’t enough, and he leaves several before she’s littered in little bruises all over her throat. He’s about to push it a bit further, confident in his movements for the first in…ever, really, when the glass on his table suddenly explodes.

They yank apart, and she’s got a hand over her heart like she’s panicked. He’s staring at the puddle of water and glass that’s littering his nightstand, his eyes wide. She sees it before he does it –sees him pull away, shrink back behind the wall he’s put up to protect himself and anyone he thinks is in danger because of him. Behind the wall he thinks protects her from him.

“Bob,” she whispers, reaching up to try to get him to look at her, but he fights her, refusing to take his eyes from the splinters of glass. “Hey, it’s okay –we got a little carried away. It happens.”

He shakes his head though, and reaches up to wipe his eyes. It’s then that she realizes he’s started crying, and her heart breaks. She pulls her hands away and shifts, sitting up on her knees and wraps her arms around him from behind. Holds him close, and presses her cheek into his hair as she does so. His hands clutch at her arms, holding onto her like she’s the only thing tethering him to this world and the shadows. 

“It’s okay,” she promises. And she does mean that. It is okay. It will be, at least. “It’s okay –think of it this way –you broke a glass instead of a person, and that means you know how to direct it towards non-living things.” She’s not sure that’s actually reassuring, but she thinks it is, personally. There are worse things to have broken over a glass of water. 

“It could have been you,” he argues, voice shaking as he tries to calm down the tears. 

“But it wasn’t,” she reminds him, pulling him closer against her. “It wasn’t, and we don’t focus on the ‘what if’s’ because it’ll just make things worse. You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t hurt yourself. I would say that that’s a key marker of progress.”

He turns some, finally looking up at her with watery eyes. She pulls the sleeve of her shirt down and wipes the tears from his cheeks, smiling at him softly. Slowly, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, resting his cheek against her chest. She hugs him back just as tight, pressing a kiss into his hair. 

They sit there for a little while like this. Holding onto each other for dear life; grounding each other in the space they were sharing for the moment. Then Bob sniffles and pulls away, running his hands over his face. 

“It’s okay,” he repeats, though she’s certain he’s reassuring himself and not her. “I’m sorry I ruined –,”

“You didn’t ruin shit,” she interrupts, pointing at him in a scolding sort of way. But she’s smirking lightly. “You gave me a hickey. Everything else was just…a bonus.”

“I think I gave you more than one,” he points out, then gently pokes each mark on her throat and counts them. “Seven.”

“I suppose I owe you six more, some time then.”

*****

“Wait,” Walker says, slamming his hands on the table. Bob flinches, and she touches his leg gently under the table. “I just…I truly cannot believe this.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” she says, and Bob takes her hand in his. His attention is focused on the paper in front of him and the spirals he’s drawing. “I told you we were dating.”

Ava and Yelena are both still playing along, though they’re equally as confused. Not by the fact that she and Bob are a thing –but by the fact that they hadn’t actually picked up on it themselves. 

“I just –listen. I gotta know,” Walker starts and she’s so certain he’s about to say something stupid. “Isn’t…it’s gotta be weird just saying ‘Bob’ over and over when you’re bed. Like, c’mon. Do you say ‘Robert’? Or ‘Bobby’? Or is it just…literally ‘Bob’? Because honestly, that’s…weird to consider.”

She’s about to argue that it’s weird he’s even thinking about them having sex (which, not that it’s any of his business, but they hadn’t). But Bob speaks up first. 

“Her mouth is a little too preoccupied to say anything,” he says, though he’s definitely saying that more to himself than to anyone else. 

She chokes, covering her mouth. Everyone else is just…staring at him. He realizes a second too late that he said the inside thought outside. Then he flushes and tries to backtrack.

“I’m sorry, that’s not –I mean –,”

“Bob, you dog!” Alexei cackles, putting a hand on Bob’s shoulder and shaking it some. “Good for you!”

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Bob Taglist: @ilovemarvel12 @withahappyrefrain (I'm tagging you specifically because you asked me to share with the class and ily)

[cursingtoji]

the cardio machine i want is on the cardio machine

cw: gym rat toji x loser!gf - size kink, sweat kink (?), toji is a big old meanie. loser!gf series: geto gojo nanami.

loser!reader who, like a million other sedentary people on new year’s eve, said “new year new me” and proceeded to enroll at the local gym.

gym rat!toji who knew how things are in the beginning of the year, so the first week he arrives one hour earlier than usual to avoid all the lazy fucks that won’t last two months.

of course he makes a few mental bets on the ones that would quit and how long it would take, you included.

it’s easy to spot the “i don’t want lift weights cause i don’t want look jacked” type of girl.

at the breaks between one set and the other he looked around, not surprised to see you slowing down the treadmill after running not even two whole minutes.

sometimes he caught you staring at him through the mirror, not an uncommon occurrence amonst the women there, though you surprised him one day by tapping his shoulder after he finishing his weighted squats.

“can you… give me a few tips?” he looked so intimidated, from up close his shoulders looked like a wall, he stared at you from above, dark green eyes seemed to be heavily judging you, “never mind this was a bad idea, sorry” you turned around, grabbing you bottle and running off the gym.

by the time you managed to gather the courage to show your face back there two whole weeks had passed.

“consistency is the key you know” you were distracted looking down your phone while slowly walking the treadmill when the handsome man appeared beside you, the sudden presence destabilized you.

before you could become the viral video of the week when inevitably a gym employee decides to post the security footage of your ass rolling off the active treadmill, toji wrapped one big arm around your waist and pulled you to the stable floor.

“you caught me off guard the other day” he said completely unfazed by saving you from a life of embarrassment, “then you disappeared.”

“yeah i didn’t know if i wanted to come back anyways, i haven’t see any results so far” you pulled the hem of your shirt down.

toji snorted, “‘course you ain’t seeing results, sweetheart, you don’t lift.”

“well, it’s hard…” toji rolled his eyes, there was always an excuse.

though he also did a new year’s resolution of being more patient, for his kids primarily but teaching a cute thing like you could be a good exercise too.

soon enough, toji was correcting your form, texting you asking why you haven’t showed up to the gym and ringing your bell incessantly when you complained about muscle pain and said you wouldn't go that day.

“it’ll feel better once you start to move” he explained, resting on your door frame when you opened the door on your pajamas.

“let me alone, just today” you whined.

“you asked for my help now go put on something without cartoons on it” he waited for you to turn around and slapped your butt. it had been only one week he was coaching you but there was already a weird intimacy due to the fact he was pretty much always looking at your body and touching you.

to correct your form. obviously.

"what do i have to do today, coach fushiguro?" you asked from your bedroom through an ajar door which allowed toji to get a peek at your pink underwear and cute ass.

"cardio, bicycle first. get some blood flowing on those sore muscles" he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows watching you bend over to grab a biker shorts at the lowest drawer then holding back a laughter at the grunt of pain coming from you.

"once it gets better i can teach you other types of cardio" he walked around your kitchen examining your cabinets and stuff you kept in your fridge. needless to say it was all junk.

"can't wait" you replied sarcastically, failing to understand the meaning.

it took a few more days till you got used to toji's training, then he decided to focus on your upper body.

"such a simple movement, how do you manage to get that wrong?" he raised from the bench he was sitting behind you watching your form through the mirror. you almost dropped the weights at your feet when he came close. it was almost scary how much bigger than you he was especially seeing it throght the mirror. his right hand wrapped around yours on the dumbell and his bicep touched your arm as he pushed your arm closer to your body, "tuck your elbows in, straight your back" his free hand pushed your shoulders till they were touching his chest.

how come he smelled so good, so... musky and...

"are you even making any force?" he lowered his head, his reflection looking annoyed. so you decided to ignore the sudden heat between your thighs and flex your arm the way he taught you.

and just like he promised, when you were consistent enough and handling a good 5 minute run he decided to show you a more pleasing cardio.

"toji please~" you whined, thighs burning from riding him, you were using his rock hard abdomen as a support, but still.

"one more minute, come on" he looked at the watch on his wrist and slapped your ass, "haven't i prep-ed you good enough?" his thumb rubbed your bottom lip then pushed in meeting your tongue, where you tasted yourself in his digits one hour after he ringed your bell and said he was going to reward your good discipline, but he had to strech you first.

"good girl" you felt his abdomn flex when he raised from his laying position on your bed, "now leave it to daddy" he pecked your lips and quickly changed positions, putting a pillow under your ass and rolling his neck to start his cardio of the day.

[luna-azzurra]

Things That Are Unfairly Attractive to Read About a Man Doing...

›› Speaking in that low, wreck-your-world kind of voice that hits somewhere deep in your chest, like a secret only your bones understand.

›› Leaning against a doorway like he’s daring the entire room to challenge him, and the wall’s just collateral damage.

›› Clenching his jaw when someone else makes you laugh, like he's trying not to admit he wants to be the only reason you ever do.

›› Saying “don’t look at me like that” while he’s looking at you like he's already undressing every layer of your soul.

›› Handing you his hoodie, and it smells like midnight and sin and that cologne that haunts your pillow for days after.

›› Touching you like you’re a story he’s been dying to read with his hands, slow and full of reverence, not rush.

›› Whispering something raw and stupidly honest at Midnight. like the dark won’t remember, but you always will.

›› Calling you out so calmly it slices deeper than yelling ever could, because he knows his silence echoes louder.

›› Snapping, just once, and the instant after, looking at you like he’d cut out his own tongue to take it back.

›› Knowing all your tells without asking, like your whole body speaks a language only he bothered to learn.

›› Letting you go even though it’s killing him, because love isn’t the same thing as holding on.

›› Saying “come here” with a voice that makes your knees forget how to hold you up, not a suggestion, not a plea.

›› Smiling for the first time and only at you, like you’re the sunrise after a century of war.

›› Resting his hand on the back of your neck like it's the most natural thing in the world, like you’re his anchor.

›› Standing behind you in the mirror and not saying a word, just watching like you’re the most dangerous, beautiful thing he’s ever survived.

›› Walking into a room and scanning for you first, every time, even when he swears he’s over it.

›› Laughing in that low, surprised way when you challenge him, like he forgot how much he likes the fight.

›› Saying your name like it’s both a prayer and a dare.

›› Looking wrecked in a way that makes you want to destroy whatever did that to him, or hold him so tight it never happens again.

›› Brushing his thumb over your lip mid-sentence, like he’s thinking about kissing you but hasn’t decided if it would ruin or save him.

›› Waiting until you walk away to fall apart, because he doesn’t want you to see that you’re his breaking point.

[flwrstqr]

【 備考 】 STUCK WITH U ⟡ GIRLFRIEND PRIVILEGES ───𝖣𝒾𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 ㅤ. . 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

SCR𝓲PT : enhypen and their girlfriend privileges 1OOOwc. ˊᯅˋ fluff head canon ❜ fem!centered && skinship, petnames . . ARCHiVE&CLICK

다니 : i love stuck with u.. it's been my top listened song for the past month. i think i'm addicted to ariana grande TT listening to ari's music & writing = my life

LEE HEESEUNG

"no." heeseung deadpans, effortlessly shutting down jake’s request to borrow one of his hoodies. sunghoon tries next, but heeseung doesn’t even let him finish his sentence before shaking his head. “absolutely not.” the boys groan, grumbling about how selfish he is, but then you come along, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, and suddenly, he’s a goner. “baby,” he hums, already tugging off the hoodie he’s wearing, “you cold?” he drapes it over your shoulders before you can answer, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in, voice dropping. “looks better on you anyway.” “if you want more, just say the word, love. i’ll empty my whole closet for you.” heeseung smiles. then he smirks, tilting your chin up. “told you,” he muses, thumb brushing your bottom lip, “only my pretty girl gets this privilege.”

PARK JAY

jay doesn’t think twice about it—his card is already out before you can even reach for your wallet. “babe, i got it,” he says, tone final, as he taps to pay for your meal like it’s second nature. he barely ever does this for his members, maybe on their birthdays if they beg, but for you? every time. whether it’s coffee, late-night takeout, or a whole shopping spree, jay never lets you spend a single cent when he’s around. “but jay—” you start to protest, only for him to shoot you a look before casually slipping his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “don’t ‘but jay’ me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “just let me take care of you, okay?” and how could you say no when he’s looking at you like that—like spoiling you is the easiest, most natural thing in the world?

SIM JAKE

jake's phone is always on do-not-disturb or muting conversations—except for you. no matter where he is, what he's doing, or who he's with, the moment your name flashes on his screen, he’s answering. even if it’s three in the morning, voice thick with sleep. “baby?” he murmurs, and you hear the rustling of sheets as he sits up, already alert. “what’s wrong? you okay?” his voice is laced with concern, but there’s something else—something soft, like he’d wait all night just to hear you breathe. you don’t even have to say much; the second you sigh, he’s whispering, “i got you, sweetheart. just talk to me.” his hand instinctively reaches for where you’d usually be beside him, but when he finds nothing, he groans, already pulling on a hoodie. “stay there. i’m coming.” because when it comes to you, nothing—not time, not sleep,—gets in the way.

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon never lets anyone touch his closet—not even his members. but you? you get free pass, standing in front of his neatly arranged wardrobe as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that soft, amused smile. “baby, not the leather pants,” he groans, watching as you hold them up with a mischievous grin. “they look so good on you, though,” you tease, stepping closer, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, adjusting the collar of his shirt. he exhales, defeated, letting you fix his hair next, his sharp eyes softening under your touch. “you really like dressing me up, huh?” he mutters, but he’s already slipping into the fit you picked. when he turns to the mirror, he huffs a small laugh. “okay, fine. you have good taste.” then, quieter, as he tugs you against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead—“but only you get to do this, got it?”

KIM SUNOO

you’re the only one who gets to take sunoo's phone without asking, stretching out on his bed while you tap away at some game or fill his gallery with blurry selfies. “baby, at least make them cute if you’re stealing my storage,” he whines, but there’s no real complaint in his voice, just fond exasperation. when you glance at him, pouting, he sighs and moves closer, gently pulling you into his arms. “here, let me help,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm as he watches you play. and even though he’d usually never let anyone touch his screen, he doesn’t even blink when you scroll through his messages like it’s yours. because, well—so is he.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon sits at his desk, brows furrowed, fingers flying over his keyboard, deep in concentration. anyone else would know better than to interrupt him, butyou have privileges. without hesitation, you step behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders before pressing a soft kiss to his temple. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even pause, just hums in acknowledgment as you pepper kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the slope of his nose. “missed me today, didn't you?” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement, but he tilts his head ever so slightly, giving you more access. you giggle, cupping his face and pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “hmm maybe,” you tease, and he finally turns his head, letting his lips brush against your cheek. “only because your my pretty princess,” he says.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki never lets anyone touch his hair—never. he dodges, swats hands away, glares if someone even tries. but right now, he’s sitting on the floor in front of you, his head resting against your knees as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his soft strands, twisting and braiding as a tv show plays in the background. he doesn’t say a word, just hums lightly, his body relaxed like he was made to be here, like your hands in his hair are the most natural thing in the world. when he turns his head, his lips brush against your fingers in a lazy attempt at a kiss, and you gasp. “ack—stop moving, riki! i was trying to braid your hair!” you huff, tugging a little. he only grins, eyes half-lidded as he tilts his head back into your hands. “then don’t stop,” he murmurs, voice teasing. and god, he’s so down bad, because if it’s you, he’d let you do this forever.

[shariasweet]

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_._____ 𝒙 f.reader

wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: contains dumbification and some other stuff! unprotected sex as well as mirror sex… also pet names (SLIGHT daddy kink… im so sorry) and overstimulation + squirting and maybs a little roughness. this isn’t proofread grrr :(

[porn no plot] just your boyfriend fucking you dumb and making you squirt 👻

'dumb baby...' your boyfriend relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against you neck, fueling to the fire that was your arousal.

the mirror in front of you was just as foggy as your brain — your eyes clouded, and rolled back as you babbled incoherently. 'mmm...' a soft groan fell bubbling from between your lips.

'you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl...’ your boyfriend’s rough thrusts coming to a slow halt as his hands snaked around your body. ‘here… give daddy your chin, sweetheart.' his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip you cheeks.

'look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty.' as he forced your face up and out of the sheets his lips met your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping cunt.

'good girl...' his hand groped the swell of your breasts. as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel yourself slipping away. what you’d assumed to be your third, maybe fourth orgasm crept up on you. 'aht aht...’ he tutted in your ear. ‘want you to look... watch it, pretty girl.'

you could feel him roughly repositioning your face yet again to stare into your reflection.

he trailed kisses along your neck, chuckling warmly as he saw your eyes snap open in awe at the scene before you: your thighs littered in hickeys your lips puffy and swollen and your whole body quivering in absolute bliss.

'ah! s'too much... s'so deep!' you squirmed. he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. 'too deep? m'only right here... how about this?' harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the mattress, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication... slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock... he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. ‘ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?’

'ahw fuck, fuck mh!' gasping, your fingers knotted up in the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably… back arching far into the bed before he lifted you up yet again — his tip practically kissing your cervix.

‘shit! w-wait…’ the knot in your stomach began to wrap itself up. waves of pleasure threatening to fall and crash over you if he continued — which he did.

it only took a few more thrusts — each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust… you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you. harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. ‘shit! a-already… fuck… I already came.’ you pout, whining. ‘I know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.’

‘unghhh!’ the male had lifted you up once more… your reflection not your own as you appeared completely ruined. ‘how’s it feel hm?’ your sore core ached — burning hot as you cried, leaning into his neck. ‘don’t hide.’

‘feels like im ‘gonna pee…’ you mumbled beneath your breath. he nodded. ‘good girl, let go f’me.’

another knot came forming in your tummy…

‘w-wait! ohmygodohmygod..!’ and clear liquid shot from between you legs. drenching the sheets and you and your boyfriend's thighs.

the two of you breathed heavily collapsing onto one another as he kissed your forehead. ‘angel girl…’ he purred. ‘did so good for me yeah?’

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[snail-day]

Oh, Suguru doesn’t let you sulk. Not for long, especially when you start tearing yourself apart.

You're standing in front of the full-length mirror, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, breathing sharp through your nose as you mutter under your breath about how nothing fits right, how everything feels off. Your shirt’s halfway over your head again, what is this, the fourth outfit? Fifth? You don’t even know anymore. And behind you, on the edge of the bed, Suguru’s been watching the whole thing unfold with quiet amusement. One leg crossed over the other, hair slightly damn still as it cascades down his shoulders, sleeves rolled up. Patient. Calm. Gorgeous.

You glance at him, lips pushed out in a frustrated pout, and ask without really asking, “Can I just wear one of your shirts?”

You think he’ll say yes. He usually does.

But not tonight.

Instead, you hear the soft rustle of fabric as he rises from the bed, footsteps slow as he comes up behind you. You barely register the way he slides one arm around your waist, the other drifting up to brush your hair aside. He leans in close - so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, the low, velvet murmur of his voice sliding down your spine.

“Why would I do that,” he whispers, lips grazing your cheek, violet eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “when you look so damn pretty like this?”

You try to scoff. Try to brush it off like you always do. But then he holds your gaze in the mirror. And something about the way he’s looking at you - lazy-lidded, smiling faintly - makes your throat go a little tight.

“I mean it,” he says, voice all honey and heat, hands trailing down the curve of your hips. “You know I do. So how about you tell yourself, huh? For me.”

Your eyes flicker down. You mumble, just under your breath.

He chuckles softly, chin resting on your shoulder now, eyes locked with yours in the mirror. “Not good enough, baby. You know better than that.” His voice dips lower. “Come on, pretty girl. Say it like you mean it. Look at her,” he murmurs, gesturing to your reflection with the tilt of his head. “She deserves to hear it.”

You try again. Louder. Still awkward and even a little shaky.

But he’s nodding, lips curling in satisfaction. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Again.”

His hands slide across your stomach now, slow and purposeful, thumbs brushing that soft part he always lingers on. “Love this body,” he says. “Love this girl. Mine.”

Your smile creeps in slowly, until, he tickles your sides out of nowhere.

“Wish my pretty girl would love herself a little more,” he says through your squeals and laughter, his arms wrapping tight around you to keep you from escaping. “Think you can do that for me, baby?” he asks, voice right at your ear now before taking a small nip.

[allthatjazz416]

Husband!Nanami HC! 🤍

Headcanons! NSFW HCs are at the very end! Skip if you're not into it 💙 divider crdts:@/cursed-carmine Note: I'M SORRY FOR THE OTHER ONE. HERE! A PROPER AND SERIOUS ONE THIS TIME 🫶

Hubby!Nanami who proposed at home. No big spectacle, no audience. Just dim lighting, a home-cooked dinner (that he made), and a simple box placed next to your wine glass with a quiet, “You know I’d rather die than live without you. So. Would you?”

Hubby!Nanami who takes anniversaries seriously. Always has a plan. A gift. Not always flashy but meaningful. Once gave you a first eidition of your favorite book with a note tucked inside: "I love you. I always will. For the rest of my life."

Hubby!Nanami who cleans the whole house when you’re sick but pretends it’s no big deal. “You needed rest. I had time. No need to thank me. You’re still my favorite mess.”

Hubby!Nanami who keeps his wedding ring on during everything. Always. Even in fights. Even in the shower. Even when you’re arguing over who left the stove on. Even during sex. Especially during sex.

Hubby!Nanami who has a drawer labeled “Y/N’s snacks” in the kitchen because he noticed you like different things than him and didn’t want to mix your treats with his plain-ass crackers and protein bars.

Hubby!Nanami who wakes you up with forehead kisses on work mornings because he knows he’ll be gone before you’re awake. Sometimes leaves your coffee half-brewed so you can wake up to the smell.

Hubby!Nanami who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet. A candid one you didn't even know he took. He just knows that’s what love to him looks like.

Hubby!Nanami who never yells during fights. He just stands still, breathing slow, asking quiet, painful questions like “Why are you pushing me away when I’m trying to understand you?” and god, it’s worse than shouting.

Hubby!Nanami who still blushes when you grab his ass in the kitchen. Grumbles “not in front of the soup,” but pulls you close anyway, hand on your waist like he’s still trying to court you after years of marriage.

Hubby!Nanami who would take a cursed wound for you without hesitation. Then apologize for it. “I didn’t want you to worry. Sorry for making you cry.” Blood-soaked shirt and all.

NSFW! 🤍

Hubby!Nanami who fucks like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your moans. Soft when you need him. Rough when he knows you can take it. Always with your pleasure first.

Hubby!Nanami who loves slow, dragging strokes when he's been away on missions. Just holds your legs open, one hand on your belly, watching the way your cunt grips him like it missed him. “There you are. Still fits me so well.”

Hubby!Nanami who prefers positions where he can see your face. Missionary with your wrists pinned. You riding him while he cups your waist. His eyes never leave yours, especially when you cum.

Hubby!Nanami who worships your body like it’s sacred. Kisses every mark, every stretch, every bruise. Loves your thighs. Loves your stomach. Loves making you look in the mirror when you’re full of him, shaking. “Don’t look away. This is what you do to me.”

Hubby!Nanami who gets jealous when you wear something too revealing in public—but doesn’t say a word. In public he'll protect you, but when you get home, he just makes sure to fuck you hard when you get home, pulling your clothes off with quiet precision and making you repeat whose cock you belongs to.

Hubby!Nanami who marks you up intentionally. Hickeys under your collarbone. Finger-shaped bruises on your hips. His cum leaking out of you for hours after. He doesn’t mind the cleanup. He likes it. It’s proof.

Hubby!Nanami who sleeps curled around you afterward. One arm under your head, one over your waist, your hand resting on his chest where you can feel the slow thud of his heart. You’re safe. Fucked-out. Loved.

Hubby!Nanami who always makes sure you cum first. Always. Fingers, tongue, cock. It doesn’t matter. He’ll have you shaking and drooling before he even unzips. And he’ll praise you for it. “Good girl. That’s it. You take me so well every time.”

The End! 💙