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my two kinds of characters that i love are either gay sad and autistic or the smartest sacrificial lamb in the building and thatâs it
#first catagory is#ronan lynch#kageyama tobio#zuko#hunter toh#nico di angelo#and second category is#armin arlert#tubbo#riz gukgak#i know thereâs others but thatâs what iâve got#give me a story with either of these types of guys and iâm Going to enjoy#god forbid you give me both#or a guy who IS BOTH#insane i love it
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Rant below the break bc I was mad at 3 am last night.
People kinda need to learn how to criticize someone's skill (writing/art) without mocking them for their kinks or identities or other things that don't matter.
(This is about a specific post trend I've been seeing, where I have seen on multiple occasions people's kinks and identities being brought into a conversation unnecessarily where prior to that the discussion was about the quality of their skill. And even then why the fuck do you care. The art isn't FOR you.)
Like you aren't inherently Cool and Epic for making fun of someone who likes feet or omegaverse or pregnant men or something. You're not Awesome and So So Smart for mocking someone for identifying as a catboy or something. Get over yourself. Learn to properly criticize writing/art without mocking someone, because your entire argument becomes worthless with insults like that. You think I'm going to reblog you even if I agree with you once you pull that shit? No, I'm fucking blocking your ass and everyone in the replies who agrees with you.
And god, if you purposely misgender someone over their art, holy shit. Gendering someone properly isn't something that can be Taken Away for Being A Naughty Naughty Horny Person. You see how fucked up that is right? I don't have to explain that, right???? What is this, 2014? Stop mocking people for being bunny boys or puppy girls. The fuck is with you? God forbid people have fun with their genders in 2024. Oh the humanity, bunnyposter likes his large chest and sexualizes himself and reclaims his features. How will the world recover from this tragedy of- gasp! A trans person having a semblance of acceptance around their appearance that they can't fucking AFFORD to do anything about and not wallowing in misery 25/8.
Get a hobby, damn.
#wjfjfjjsj lmao i was mad last night i guess#rant#kink discourse#transgender#and why is it always trans people whose kinks get dissected for the world to see huh#wonder why that is /s#i was just upset seeing yet another person i follow reblog a post that was like that#like i don't give a crap about whatever discourse or whatever there is about whatever bunnyposter#I am here for the rabbits.#and the big naturals.#if you can't handle someone who finds fat people hot god forbid you come talk to me about monsterfucking#zkfjfhjsjd wow i was big mad#i don't get like genuinely angry often#but i legit couldn't sleep til 3 am because of how mad i was#i try to avoid that emotion because i just dont like the sensation of it nor the things i say when angry#but for someone mad at 3 am i was very coherent here#summary for people who don't like reading: don't make fun of people as an argument. don't misgender people as an argument#if you do that im going to forcemasc your mom and forcefem your dad and fuck both of them#thanks
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I genuinely canât fathom how people who have never had a problem with food (restricting AND overeating because both are serious issues) view it. Like tf do you mean you get hungry after two hours? One of my siblings is onto me because I went like 6 hours without eating but likeâŠthat was because I wasnât hungry???? On the flip side, Iâve noticed that I just keep fucking eating when everyone else has stopped. Free breadsticks at Olive Garden? Iâll eat them until theyâre gone. Need something to do at a party? Iâll get seconds even though Iâm not really hungry. I was never really an emotional eater aside from a few hatred-induced binges last semester at college, but Iâm definitely a bored eater. Combine that with the fact that my parents donât cook, so the occasional meals I had with my family all together were fast food/restaurant food, AND that all other nights, I was left to rummage with no supervision through the pantry to eat processed food in front of the TV/my phone for dinner, itâs a miracle I didnât get fatter sooner.
#Every damn day I envy 12 year old me at 5â4 (not done growing yet) and 104 pounds when my weight wasnât a thought in my mind#Like girl I know your biggest concern rn is when the Steven Universe hiatus will end but you wasted so much potential đ#I wish I had been like a dancer or an athlete or something in my K-12 years so that I enjoyed some form of exercise#But I was so uncoordinated and athletic from being both a premature baby and just never getting into the habit#That I felt (and still feel) rlly insecure exercising with/around people#Plus now if my sibling hears that Iâm working out or want to they go into panic mode thinking Iâll get a diagnosable ed and die ïżœïżœ#Yeah I love them and all but theyâre that person that had ana for like a year (giving me diagnosed PTSD in the process)#And now thinks that my disordered experience must be exactly like theirsâlike if I maintain the loss of weight I genuinely needed to lose#Or god forbid ever develop an interest/willingness to work out more#It means that I have severe fucking ana that I need to be hospitalized for like they were#And I have had full blown breakdowns wishing I was as sick as they got so they had better shut their damn mouth#Sorry to spam the tags yâall#4n4rex1a#tw ana diary#4n4t1ps#4n4 thoughts#đŻïž as a đȘ¶
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DON'T BELIEVE HIM SKYLER DIVORCE HIM RIGHT NOW HE'S A LYING BITCH!!!!!!!! LEAVE HIM
edit sorgy to everyone going through the brba tag and seeing this
#brba#bonnie.txt#sorry im watching it and i need this bald fucker to die#bro she cares so much for him but wiener white just has to do everything the hard way because he cant feel like a man otherwise#men will cook meth instead of admitting they need help#and she's just scrambling after him trying to pick up his pieces#bro fuck him#like they both wanna fix things but i feel like the core difference is skyler will admit when she needs help#walter on the other hand would literally rather die than ever let anyone see him as weak#and he just doesn't give a fuck how bad that makes things for the people around him#look here you fucking 13 year old boy#if you had just taken the cash from hank or the check from elliot or taken the job#at the company YOU HELPED TO FOUND#but no god for-fucking-bid#god forbid walter white need assistance!#this especially pisses me off because he reminds me of when i was in middle school#just a profoundly prideful and immature person#anyways eats my popcorn
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#ngl ive been needing to put this somewhere but like#please explain to me how youre supposed to control what pokemon somebody likes#every time i look at sables pokemon tastes n theyre similar to my ex's im just like Ok. like what am i supposed to do about that help#but my ex was like youre giving MY pokemon to THEM meaning YOU hate ME#me when theres literally multiple of the same type of pokemon. what do you want me to do#mind you i gave them furfrou. because it looks like their sona. and they got soooooo up in arms about that for no fucking reason#and god forbid they just happen to also like decidueye. oh my god#like does any of what im describing and have been describing on this blog sound normal or healthy to any of you. be forreal#i recognize my hypocrisy about the fox thing but even still theyre both different. like maybe if he rped as a furfrou and like#talked about furfrou literally all the time help#its different when youve made smth your identity. brother it was just a pokemon you liked and you forgot it existed half the time#its not like i gave them skitty? like im so over it help#looking back on everything n realizing how unhealthy and insane most of my relationships were w these people bruh#im just glad that anxiety and worry he was constantly inflicting upon me is gone#cus i can tell you rn i dont miss any of it#angelo is literally like the vacation ive been needing jesus chriiiist
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i wanna form an actual opinion on the sh2 remake but god i cant get past how much they butchered eddie's design. he looked like me originally and now hes just That Fat Guy you see in video games, same style and everything. it makes me really sad. not to mention im TERRIFIED of how they'll handle his psychosis
#đ god is calling#idk if i wanna use the main tag#whatever. its a blogging site who gives a fuck#silent hill 2#but he genuinely just makes me sad from the images and gifs ive seen of the remake#he doesnt even look like eddie#hes just some fat guy#with eddie's colours#like i guess i understand why#but it just makes no sense to me#it kinda feels like they made him look weird on purpose#to make him âscarierâ#i wish fat characters werent designed the way they so commonly are tbh#coming from a fat girl btw#i feel the same way with angela#i LOVE her being fatter but also. can you guys proportion your models better. please#more than anything tho i just hope theyre not ableist#or god forbid. victim blamey#game devs love dogging on chars with psychosis or csa trauma who arent just complacent#like both angela and eddie...#especially when the devs happen to be bloober lol
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on my hands n knees begging for a vi x reader fic where they keep getting interrupted which leads to desperate, whiny, quickie
iâll be quick | hockey player!vi x fem!reader, fluff, smut (mdni), wc: 6k+ | masterlist
content warnings: college/modern!au, smut (+18); vi being a needy/horny/whiny brat, service top?vi, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, kissing, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), overstimulation [idk what else iâm missing help]
note: first request!! ty for requesting!! iâve been so excited to write for vi it was killing me. wrote it as modern au iydm as i could think of a more ways they got interrupted/where they would do it lol
Vi swears itâs not her faultâhow could it be, when you look the way you do? She doesnât think anyone could blame her, not really, not when you manage to completely undo her without even trying. You donât even realize youâre doing it, that youâre so effortlessly pretty that she is left utterly useless whenever youâre around.
And God forbid you actually notice her staringâwhen you glance up at her from over your laptop, giving her that small, knowing smile, like you know exactly what youâre doing to her.
And she tries to keep it together, she really does, but you make it impossible.
Itâs not just about how you look, though thatâs definitely part of it. But she loves how you carry yourself, how smart you are, how dedicated you are. Youâre an excellent studentâalways organized, always ahead of your deadlines, always balancing ten different things like itâs nothing.
And Vi knows sheâs smart too; she wouldnât have made it into this school, wouldnât be holding onto her hockey scholarship, if she werenât. But thereâs something about the way you approach every little thing, like you know youâre capable of anything, that makes her want you even more.
Itâs intoxicating, being around someone like you.
And maybe itâs selfish, but she loves the fact that youâre hersâthat no matter how busy you both get, you still make time for her, still let her pull you into her arms, kiss you senseless, or fuck you so, so good.
These days, the problem is time.
There never seems to be enough of it.
Between your rigorous schedule and her demanding practices, youâre both constantly being pulled in different directions, and it drives Vi crazy. She hates how little time you get to spend together, how often she finds herself lying in her dorm room late at night, thinking about you and wishing you were there with her, laying in her bed, your clothes forgotten on her floor as she pushes your knees apart, listening to those delicious whines of yours while she inches her face closer⊠and closer⊠and closer to your wet pussy.
Vi groans loudly, annoyed she cant have you now.
And it doesnât help that you donât even share a dorm. Youâve each got your own roommates, which means that even when you do manage to carve out a few hours together, thereâs always the risk of someone walking in.
Itâs maddening, reallyâtrying to navigate your relationship around other peopleâs schedules, stealing kisses in empty hallways and brushing your fingers together under the table in the dining hall, never able to just be with you the way she wants to be.
And then thereâs the fact that she can never stop wanting you. She loves making you feel good, loves the way your body reacts to her touch, the way you whisper her name in that breathless, needy way that makes her heart race.
But no matter how much she wants you, something always gets in the way.
Maybe itâs your phone buzzing with a reminder about a study session, or the alarm on her watch going off to remind her sheâs got practice in ten minutes. Maybe itâs the sound of your roommateâs key turning in the lock, making you both scramble to look presentable before they walk in.
Whatever it is, it always happens just when things are starting to heat up, leaving Vi groaning in frustration as she pulls away from you, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she mutters something about how unfair this all is.
And youâyou always laugh softly, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before telling her that thereâll be other nights, other moments, other chances.
But Vi doesnât want other nights. Not when she wants you now.
She had been frustrated since that time she was sat next to you in your dorm room, alone and studying.
The soft hum of your roomâs desk lamp filled the most of quiet, broken only by the sounds of pages flipping and your voice drifting lazily into her Viâs ears. You were perched on the carpeted floor, leaning slightly over the low table scattered with textbooks, notes, and half-finished assignments. Vi sat next to you, her legs stretched out in front of her, one elbow propped on the table as she twirled a pen between her fingers.
âAnd I donât think he explained it very well, honestly,â you said, absentmindedly brushing your hair out of your face as you scanned your notes. âHe kept going off on this tangent about historical context, which, honestly, is fine, but it didnât really help me understand the actual analysis part. Do you think the midterm essay willââ
You paused mid-sentence, suddenly aware that Vi hadnât responded in a while. You glanced up at her, and sure enough, her blue eyes were fixed on you, but not in the way youâd expect from someone actively listening.
She wasnât looking at your notes, wasnât even pretending to follow along. No, her gaze was focused on you, eyes drifting down to where the hem of your skirt meets the bare skin of your pretty thighsâher eyes a little too intense, a little too amused, and far too obvious for her to deny it.
âVi,â you prompted, drawing out her name as you raised an eyebrow at her. âWere you even listening?â
âHm?â she hummed, clearly unbothered as a slow smirk tugged at her lips.
She didnât even try to cover up her distraction, and instead of answering, she leaned forward slightly, kissing your shoulder as her hand brushes against your knee.
You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to your notes. âYou know, this is going to be on the midterm. You could at leastââ
But you didnât get to finish, because her hand was suddenly sliding just above your knee, her fingertips brushing lightly against the skin of your thigh. You stiffened, your words faltering as you glanced at her. She didnât look guilty, not in the slightest. If anything, she looked like she was having the time of her life, her smirk growing as she noticed the way your breath hitched.
âVi,â you said again, this time a little softer, your tone caught somewhere between amused and warning.
âMmhm,â she replied nonchalantly, like she hadnât just started trailing her fingers higher, pushing the hem of your skirt up with an almost maddening slowness. âYou were saying something about⊠historical context?â
You huffed a quiet laugh, sitting back slightly and shooting her a knowing look. âI think weâre having trouble focusing, Violet.â
âCan you blame me?â she asked, her voice low, her fingers now drawing lazy circles against your thigh before slipping underneath your skirt completely, the tips of her fingers playing with the soft fabric of your panties.
You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting back the grin that threatened to spread across your face. âWeâre supposed to be studying.â
âI am studying,â she quipped, her tone light and teasing as her hand crept a fraction higher and her face coming close, feeling her breath against your neck. âIâm just⊠multitasking.â
Before you could respondâor give in to the way your heart was starting to pound against your ribsâthe sound of a knock echoed through the room. It wasnât loud, but it was enough to make both of you freeze. Your head whipped toward the door, your face heating immediately as you scrambled to push Viâs hand away.
âHey, you in there?â your roommateâs voice called from the other side of the door.
Vi groaned quietly, leaning back and dragging her hand through her hair, her smirk quickly replaced by an exaggerated pout.
âYouâve gotta be kidding me,â she muttered under her breath, slouching back against the table like the universe had personally conspired against her.
You shot her an apologetic look as you stood, smoothing your skirt back down and trying to look as composed as possible.
âYeah, just a second!â you called out, your voice a little too high, a little too hurried.
Your girlfriend just shook her head, the corners of her lips twitching like she couldnât quite decide whether to laugh or glare at the door.
Then, it happened again.
It had been a long, exhausting week, another one where your schedules never seemed to line up. Between Viâs practices and your mounting workload for your classes, you barely had time to breathe, let alone spend time together. So when Vi got that text from you that your roommate just left for her classes, she showed up at your dorm that Saturday afternoon, sweaty from an early morning workout but unmistakably eager, you didnât even think twice before pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her.
She looked goodâtoo good. Her hair was damp from her shower after the gym, and she was wearing that snug black hoodie that you loved, the one that clung to her frame and her muscles just enough to drive you a little crazy.
Her hands were on your waist the second the door clicked shut, her lips brushing against your temple, then your jaw, then lower, like sheâd been starving for your touch all week.
And, she practically was.
âYou missed me,â you teased, your voice light as your fingers slid up the front of her hoodie.
âMhmm⊠missed you,â she murmured against your neck, nodding her head as her hands grip your hips, tugging you closer before grabbing a handful of your ass. âBeen thinking about you all morning. All week, actually.â
You laughed softly, your heart fluttering at the way her voice dipped, low and warm. She backed you toward your bed, her movements a little less teasing than usual, a little less patient. It wasnât like her to rush, but you could feel it in the way her lips moved against yours when she kissed you, in the way her hands tightened around your waist. Sheâd been waiting too long for this, and she wasnât shy about showing it.
The backs of your knees hit the edge of your bed, and you sank down onto the mattress, Vi following you immediately. She slid one knee onto the bed, her weight pressing you back gently as her hands trailed up your thighs, bunching your oversized shirt as they went. You could feel her smirk against your lips, her breath hitching slightly when your hands tangled in her hoodie to pull her closer.
And thenâlike some cruel jokeâher phone buzzed.
She ignored it at first, too focused on the way your body shifted beneath hers, too caught up in the way your lips parted for her. But when the buzzing didnât stop, her forehead dropped to your shoulder with a frustrated groan.
âDonât,â you whispered against her ear, a quiet plea as your fingers slipped under the hem of her hoodie. âJust let it ring.â
She wanted toâGod, she wanted to.
But she knew better.
âItâs probably my coach,â she muttered, the irritation thick in her voice as she reluctantly sat up, pulling her phone from her pocket. Her jaw clenched when she saw the name on the screen, and she ran a hand through her hair, looking at you with an apologetic grimace.
You watched her, sitting there with her phone in hand, clearly torn between staying with you and answering the call. âVi,â you said softly, placing a hand on her thigh, âitâs okay.â
âItâs not okay,â she snapped, though the frustration wasnât directed at you. She tossed her phone onto the bed and dropped her head into her hands, exhaling sharply. âI swear the universe has something against me or something.â
You could see it in her posture, the way her shoulders slumped, how her fingers curled into her hair like she was holding herself back from punching something. She didnât say it outright, but you could tell how much this bothered her, how badly she wanted to stay.
âIâm sorry,â she said finally, her voice quieter now, rough around the edges as she looked up at you. Her eyes softened when they met yours, guilt flickering behind her frustration. âI swear Iâll make it up to you.â
You leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek, and smiled. âI know, baby.â
But as she left, throwing her hoodie back on and muttering under her breath about how ridiculous the timing was, you couldnât help but notice the way her jaw tightened when she glanced back at you one last time. She looked like she was already planning how to make up for it, her frustration tempered only by her determination to make you feel as wanted as she knew you were.
Vi didnât know how much longer she could go without having you.
It just kept happening. Again and again.
All the way up to the day of her big game.
The noise from the rink was still echoing faintly through the hallways of the arena, cheers fading as the crowd filtered out, but it all felt distant compared to the weight of Viâs eyes on you. You were waiting outside the locker room as usual, leaning casually against the cinderblock wall as players and staff rushed past you, voices loud in celebration.
The door swung open, and Vi stepped out like sheâd been looking for you the entire time. She spotted you instantly, her eyes locking on yours, and you couldnât help the small smile that curved your lips. She looked a little flushed, her hair damp and sticking to her neck under her hoodie, her bag slung over her shoulder.
But there was something else too, something in the way her gaze didnât move from you for even a second. It was heavyâher eyes dragging over you, slow and warm, like she couldnât help herself.
You pushed off the wall and walked toward her, your voice light.
âHi, superstar,â you teased, hoping to coax her into her usual cocky grin.
She didnât smile. Viâs lips stayed pressed in a thin line, and the way she looked at you sent a shiver down your spineâhungry, focused, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
âYou did so good, Vi,â you went on, trying to fill the quiet. âI heard everyoneâs waiting for you at the party. Theyâre probably already chanting your name. Itâs likeâŠâ
You trailed off as Vi took a small step toward you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her.
She didnât say anything at first. Just looked at youâher eyes roaming your face, dropping to your lips, then back up again.
Slowly, she shook her head, almost as if she was answering a question you hadnât asked.
âVi?â you murmured, tilting your head. âWhatâs wrong?â
Her voice was quiet, but the rough edge of it hit you square in the chest.
âI need you.â
It was so soft, so desperate⊠you wouldnât be lying if you said that it almost sounded like she was about to cry.
Your breath caught, the words landing heavy on your chest. You blinked up at her, trying to process what sheâd just said, but Vi didnât let up. She stepped in closer, so close that you had to tilt your head back to meet her eyes. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing over your wrist before curling gently around it.
âViâŠâ you started, unsure of what to say. You could hear the distant hum of people talking, laughter spilling from somewhere down the hall. âEveryoneâs going to be looking for you. Itâs your partyââ
âI donât care,â she cut you off, her voice low, breathless and strained.
She brought her free hand up to cradle your jaw, her thumb brushing softly along your cheek before letting it fall to your waist to pull you in a bit closer.
âPlease⊠Iâll be quick, baby, I promise. JustâŠâ Her voice wavered as her eyes searched yours, almost pleading.
You swallowed hard, the intensity of her gaze making your pulse race. You could feel the heat of her hands on your skin, could see the desperation written so plainly on her face. Vi didnât usually let herself get like thisâdidnât let her restraint snapâbut tonight, it was barely holding together.
âPlease,â she said softly again, leaning in to peck your lips softly as another way to convince you.
You didnât have time to respond before Vi gave your wrist a soft tug, leading you down the hallway with an urgency that sent a thrill straight to your core. Her grip wasnât rough, but there was no mistaking the purpose behind it.
The sound of the arena faded with each step as Vi pulled you into a quieter hallway, finally stopping when she found an empty roomâa storage space of some kind, dimly lit and empty of everything but shelves of sports gear.
The door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even turn to say something, Vi was on youâher hands gripping your waist as she pushed you back against the wall. Any words you might have had died on your tongue, cut off as Vi crashed her lips against yours in a kiss so fervent it sent a shiver straight through you.
She kissed you like sheâd been starving for days, her lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. The soft whine that left her throat was barely muffled by the kiss, high and desperate, a sound that sent a jolt of warmth pooling in your stomach.
God, if the universe took this away from her again, right now, sheâd probably let the world burn.
Her hands roamed eagerly, gripping at your hips, sliding around your waist as if she needed to feel you.
You tried to speakâtried to gasp out something teasing, anything to break the tensionâbut Vi didnât let you. Her lips moved down to your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot just below your ear.
âViâŠâ you managed, breathless, but the sound was cut off as her hands splayed across your lower back, then trailing down to grab your ass.
âFuck, baby, youâre killing me,â Vi muttered against your skin, her voice low and strained. She kissed her way back up to your lips, pressing her body flush against yours as she did.
Her thigh slid between yours, drawing a soft moan from your lips that only made her whine again in responseâhigher, needier.
âViolet,â you breathed again, half scolding, half pleading, your hands reaching up to curl into her hoodie.
âI canât help it,â she whined softly, pressing her forehead to yours for just a second as her chest rose and fell, her breathing heavy and uneven. âYouâfuck, you always look so good. I canât stop thinking about you.â
Her voice cracked slightly, her desperation bleeding through as she dipped down to kiss you againâslower this time but no less needy. Her lips lingered, moving with purpose, her tongue brushing teasingly against yours.
Your fingers curled tighter into her hoodie, trying to hold onto something, anything, as Vi made a quiet, almost pleading noise into your mouth, like she wasnât just kissing youâshe was begging for you. Her hands slid down to your thighs, gripping just above your knees as she pressed herself closer, her body impossibly warm against yours.
âPlease,â she whispered softly against your lips, the word barely audible but heavy enough to make your head spin. She pulled back just enough to look at you, her flushed face inches from yours, her eyes dark and wide.
âI need you so bad.â
Her voice cracked again, and it was almost her undoing. Vi looked desperateâlike she was barely holding herself together, like the sheer sight of you had unraveled her completely.
You could see it in the way her hands trembled just slightly against your thighs, in the way her lips were swollen and parted, like sheâd been kissing you for hours instead of minutes.
You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut Vi didnât give you the chance. She kissed you again, harder this time, her hands sliding up under the hem of your shirt, her fingers grazing your bare skin. Every quiet moan you let out, every sharp inhale, only seemed to make Vi whine moreâdesperate, pleading little sounds that escaped her lips like she couldnât help herself.
She sighed when she finally broke the kiss, panting softly as her forehead rested against yours again.
âBeen wanting to fuck you for weeks...â Her voice was strained, so thick with need that it made your breath hitch.
Viâs hands slid upward, her palms were warm against your skin as she pushed your shirt higher, her breathing shallow and uneven as though she was holding herself back. But when her hands finally cupped your tits, her restraint shattered.
âFuckâŠâ she whispered, almost like she was talking to herself, her voice husky and breathless.
Her thumbs brushed over the peaks of your breasts, and the moment her fingertips rolled softly over your nipples, you gasped, your back arching involuntarily.
Vi groaned in response, the sound deep and raw, her lips brushing against the curve of your neck as she pressed herself closer to you. Her fingers teased you again, rolling your nipples between them. She was trembling nowâexcitement coursing through her veins at the thought of finally being inside you, all wet and warm, all because of her⊠oh, fuck.
âV-Violetââ
âIâm here, baby.â
She worked her way across your neck and down to your collarbone, her mouth hot and unrelenting as she left a trail of hickeys that you knew would be impossible to hide. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, making you gasp, and she chuckled softly against your skinâa low, breathy sound that only made you squirm against her more.
But her handsâher hands were just as impatient as her mouth. They trailed down from your chest, slipping under your shirt to tease the bare skin of your stomach.
She gave your tits one last squeeze before moving lower, her fingers dragging purposefully over your thighs and slipping beneath your skirt. Viâs touch was rough and hurried now, her breath hitching as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down impatiently.
You let out a soft whine as the cool air brushed against you, your hands gripping at Viâs shoulders to keep yourself steady. She smirked, straightening just enough to pull your panties free before shoving them into her back pocket like a prize.
Her eyes flicked up to yours, dark with hunger, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in a teasing grin.
âIâll keep these safe for you,â she murmured, her voice low and possessive, her fingers brushing over your thigh.
Viâs smirk faltered the second a hand slid up, brushing over the soaked heat between your legs. Her breath hitched, and she froze for half a second, like the realization of just how wet you were short-circuited her brain. Her fingers pressed against your pussy more firmly, teasing, slipping through your wet folds.
âYouâre so wet for me,â she murmured, the words coming out like a growl, low and desperate.
Her lips found your neck again, kissing and biting as her fingers finally moved, slipping inside you with eagerly. Vi groaned at the way you clenched around her, her forehead pressing harder against your skin.
âYou feel so fucking good,â she rasped, her voice strained, her fingers curling slightly as she started to move.
Viâs lips curved into a sly grin as she felt how tight you were around her fingers, the heat of you gripping her so perfectly it made her groan low in her throat. She eased another finger inside your pussy with a soft moan against your neck. The stretch made you gasp, muffling the sound against her shoulder, your fingers digging into her strong biceps as your body trembled beneath her.
Her fingers moved faster now, thrusting and curling inside you, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made your body jerk and your breath catch in your throat. She couldnât hold back her groans as she felt you grow wetter around her fingers, the slickness making her movements effortless as you drenched her hand. The sound aloneâthe wet, obscene noises and squelches of her fingers workingâhad her biting back a moan of her own.
You whimpered softly against her neck, your lips brushing her skin as you whispered, âVi, d-donât go too fast, Iâll be too loud.â
But Vi wasnât listening. She didnât stop, her fingers curling just right, the angle of her wrist shifting as she drove you closer to the edge. Her lips brushed against your ear, dazed and lost at the feeling of you.
âNo⊠wanna hear you,â she murmured, shaking her head softly. âNeed to fuck you like this⊠pleaseâŠâ
Your response was a broken moan that you immediately tried to smother against her neck, your face buried in her skin as your body shook. Your muffled cries vibrated against her. She didnât slow downâif anything, her pace became more deliberate, her fingers thrusting deep and curling just right, her thumb brushing over you in a way that made you jerk in her arms.
You couldnât respond, couldnât do anything but press yourself tighter against her, hiding your face in her neck as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your muffled moans and cries slipping past your lips no matter how hard you tried to hold them back. Your hands clutched at her shirt, desperate for some kind of anchor as she drove you closer and closer to the edge, her fingers relentless.
She slid her thumb up to press firmly against your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through your entire body. You gasped, hips jerking involuntarily as her name slipped from your lips in a breathless cry.
Vi groaned, her forehead pressing against yours again as she whispered, âThatâs it, baby. Iâve got you.â
Her pace quickened, her thumb working in tandem with her fingers, brushing and circling your clit. You could feel the pressure building rapidly, your hands clutching at her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as your body writhed beneath her touch.
âViââ you whimpered, but she only groaned again, her thumb pressing harder.
âCome for me,â she whispered, her voice raw and wrecked, the need in her tone making your chest tighten. âPlease, baby. I want to feel you.â
Her thumb circled faster on your clit, her fingers curling deep inside you, brushing that spot that made your hips buck. Your entire body tensed, and Vi could feel itâcould feel the way your walls tightened around her fingers, the way your legs trembled against her.
You jerked again, your hands flying up to grip the back of her neck as your orgasm crashed over you, soaking her hand. Your cries spilled out in broken moans against her shoulder as you buried your face there, trembling uncontrollably.
Vi groaned at the feel of you, her fingers slowing but never stopping, working you through your orgasm.
âOh.. fuck,â she murmured, her voice thick and low as she pressed kisses to your temple, her free hand running soothingly along your back.
She didnât stop until you were shaking, your body softening against hers, completely undone. Only then did she ease her hand away, holding you close, her lips brushing against your ear.
Vi pulls back slightly, her chest rising and falling as she watches you with hooded eyes, her lips still parted as though she canât quite catch her breath. Her hair is slightly disheveled, her jaw tight, and the flush on her cheeks deepens as her gaze sweeps over youâyour trembling legs, the way your chest heaves, your swollen lips.
Itâs enough to make her look intoxicated, drunk on the sight of you.
Your breaths come unevenly, and you try to regain some semblance of composure as your hands smooth down your skirtâthough it does little to cover the disheveled state youâre both in.
With a breathy laugh, you tease, âYour friends are probably wondering where you are by now.â
You press your hands against the wall for balance, trying to steady yourself, but your legs feel weak, unsteady.
Vi blinks slowly, her expression soft yet utterly dazed, like her mind is still stuck on you and nothing else. Her fingers twitch at her sides, and she shakes her head, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
âThey can wait,â she murmurs, her voice low and rough, her eyes still fixed on you as though sheâs already made up her mind. âA little longer.â
Before you can respond, before you can even process what sheâs doing, Vi drops to her knees with a quiet thud, her hands gripping your hips as she looks up at you, eyes dark with determination.
You start to stammer, âViâw-what are youââ but the words dissolve into a sharp gasp as she tilts her head forward, burying her face under your skirt.
The heat of her breath against your sensitive pussy is enough to make your knees buckle slightly, and you have to press a hand to the wall for support.
âOh my godââ Your words trail off into a moan as her lips move with purpose, her hands sliding up to grip your thighs, holding you in place as she starts working you over again.
Her tongue drags along your sensitive folds hungrily. Sheâs relentless, almost feral in her need to keep going, and every sound you make seems to spur her on, her grip tightening, her pace quickening as if she canât help herself.
âViââ you gasp, your fingers tangling in her hair as your body presses back against the wall for support.
The world outside this storage room feels a million miles away, irrelevant in the face of her overwhelming need to claim you, to pull more of those beautiful sounds from your lips. She clings to your thighs, her fingers digging into your skin as though sheâs afraid youâll slip away, pulling you closer to her face. Her breaths come heavy and uneven, breaking between every flick of her tongue, and you can feel the soft, frustrated whines vibrating against you.
She buries herself deeper, pressing her sexy nose against you, brushing against your clit as her tongue moves faster, more purposeful, and the sounds she makesâthose low, needy whimpers and breathless moansâsend heat pooling in your stomach.
âViâW-Waitââ Your voice cracks, your hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in her messy pink hair.
You tug lightly, trying to pull her back just enough for you to catch your breath, but it only seems to spur her on. She lets out a guttural noise, muffled against you, and tightens her hold on your hips, keeping you pinned against the wall as her tongue delves deeper.
Sheâs not just eager; sheâs ravenous, her tongue lapping at you with a reckless kind of determination. She drags her lips along your folds, pausing to suck gently, then harder, her moans spilling against your skin like sheâs losing herself in the act. Her hands slide down, fingers curling just under the curve of your ass, pulling you further into her mouth as though she needs more of you, as though she canât get enough.
âTastes so good⊠fuck,â she mumbles hoarsely between movements, muffled by your pussy.
She tilts her head slightly to look up at you, her pupils blown wide with need, her lips slick and glistening, and her expression is nothing short of worshipful.
You can only moan in response, your body arching involuntarily as she sucks hard on your clit, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure through you. Your knees buckle, but sheâs quick to adjust, one arm moving to support you as she keeps her pace relentless. Her mouth never falters, never stops, even as her breaths turn shaky, and you can feel the tension in her body like sheâs wound up so tight she might break.
She starts to whine again, this high-pitched, needy sound muffled against you, and it makes your whole body burn with want. Itâs almost too much, the way sheâs devouring you so completely, so thoroughly, her desperation written in every trembling moan and ragged breath.
You feel yourself getting closer all over again, the knot in your stomach tightening with every passing second, and you canât even form the words to warn her.
Vi seems to know, though, because she presses harder, faster, the vibrations of her needy whimpers pushing you over the edge.
You cry out, your voice breaking as another orgasm racks through your body, and she groans deeply against you, her fingers tightening their grip as she keeps going, drawing every last bit of your release from you. Even as your legs tremble and your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, she doesnât stop, her tongue still flicking against you with unrelenting hunger.
âViââ You whine, tugging weakly at her hair, your head falling back against the wall.
She finally slows down, her lips lingering as though she canât bear to part from you just yet, her breaths coming hot and heavy against your skin. When she finally pulls back, her chin is glistening with your cum, her lips swollen and parted as she looks up at you with a dazed, almost drunk expression, her chest heaving. Vi stays on her knees for a moment, her hands still gripping your thighs as she looks up at you, her chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.
Sheâs grinning, wide and wolfish, her lips shiny and swollen, her cheeks flushed, and thereâs a satisfaction in her eyes that only comes from getting exactly what sheâs been craving. Her pink hair is a mess where your fingers had tugged and twisted, strands sticking out at odd angles, but she doesnât seem to care.
If anything, it makes her grin even smugger.
She wipes her chin lazily with the back of her hand, the movement slow and deliberate, like sheâs savoring the moment.
âTold you Iâd be quick,â she says, her voice husky, tinged with a playful rasp. âThough, honestly, I think I deserve extra credit for being that good under pressure.â
You groan, your face still warm from the aftermath, and roll your eyes as you push at her shoulder lightly with your knee. âYouâre impossible, Violet.â
Vi stands up slowly, stretching her back as she towers over you again, but her grin never fades. She leans down, bracing one hand against the wall beside your head, her face hovering close to yours, her lips quirking in that trademark cocky smirk.
âImpossible to resist, maybe,â she teases, her voice dropping low, brushing a kiss over your jaw before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.
You shake your head, exasperated but unable to fight the small smile tugging at your lips. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
âFull of you, actually,â Vi quips shamelessly, her tone dripping with cheekiness, and she snickers at the way your face heats up again.
You roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath, but her playful expression makes it hard to keep your composure.
âCan I have my panties back now?â you ask, your voice strained but teasing, as you reach down to try and adjust yourself, realizing theyâre still tucked into her back pocket.
Vi looks down at the waistband of your panties for a second, feigning deep thought as she taps her chin, her smirk never leaving her face.
âMmmm,â she hums, looking up at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. âNo.â
âAre you serious?â
âIâm dead serious.â
And she really was.
Because the whole night, she didnât let you forgetâwhispering in your ear about how you were bare underneath your skirt as everyone else danced around you, her breath warm against your skin.
Her playful smirk never left her face as she leaned in close, whispering about how you looked so much better without them, her fingers grazing the edge of your skirt as if to remind you of just how good she made you feel.
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reader wrapping herself up like a little present and rafe unwrapping her <3
warnings: fluff, suggestive ending
a/n: i feel like iâve seen this be a trend before on tiktok?? idk but this req is so cute <33 ty anon!
you donât know why your boyfriend insisted on you never getting anything for him when it came to special occasions like his birthday or christmas. of course, you never listened to him when it came down to it, always surprising him with a new watch or something you know heâll never buy for himself like a new gadget heâs been talking about, or god forbid some actual skincare. you two had been discussing whoâs house both of you will be at for the holidays when you asked him what he wanted for christmas this year.
âokay, so iâm thinking we go to your momâs house for thanksgiving because rose canât cook to save her life, and then we could go to tanneyhill for christmas, how does that sound?â you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you rested your chin in the curve of his neck. âthatâs not a bad idea. oh! i could tell my mom to make the ham just the way you like it..â you pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him hum. âoh my god, with her homemade glaze?â he turned in his chair, pulling you on top of his lap as you nodded.
âmhmm.â rafe smiled down at you as stroked the side of his face. âspeaking of christmas though..â you trailed off, âwhy donât you ever tell me what you want!â rafe sighed, resting a hand on your thigh as you pouted up at him. âi love giving you gifts and you never want any.â it was ironic, really. girlfriend whose love language was gift giving, and boyfriend who had a hard time accepting anything.. a match made in retail hell. âitâs not that i donât want it, babe, i just prefer buying you gifts instead.â you shook your head, a giggle falling from your lips.
âyou buy me âgiftsâ year round though, ray.â rafe looked at you for a moment. âyou really want to gift me something?â he asked. you nodded frantically, feeling a sense of relief now that you got through to him, or so you thought. âjust be waiting for me when i come back home,â he winked, âthatâs my gift.â despite it not being the words you wanted to hear, youâd never turn him down. letting out a deep sigh, you pressed a kiss to his lips. âfine.â rafe pulled you back down on his lap before you could walk away.
âi mean it. youâre the only thing i want.â he whispered against your skin, a shiver running down your spine when you felt his hand on the small of your back. âwell, i guess you better hurry up and do what you have to do with your dad before i decide not to give you anything at all.â rafe watched you get up, your hips swaying as you made your way upstairs. while he was off working out some business, you sat on your shared bed, trying to think of what lingerie you should surprise him with.
eyes skimming past the wrapping paper in the corner of the room, it was as if a light bulb went off in your head. if rafe said you were the only gift he wanted, surely youâd have him unwrap you like one.. right? before you could get any second thoughts, you quickly undressed and got to wrapping the paper around the curves of your body. you couldnât lie, you felt just a little bit ridiculous putting a bow in your hair while you practically crinkled with every step you took. waiting for rafe to walk through the door was easier said than done.
you paced around your room, increasingly feeling dumb as you walked around in circles. âthis is silly..â you muttered, about to rip the paper yourself before you heard the door shut downstairs. âi hope youâre ready!â you panicked slightly, not knowing what to do with your hands before clasping them behind your back. rafe walked in, his eyes landing on your awkward little getup before a smile took over his lips. âwhatâs this?â he laughed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed before pulling you close to him.
you stood between his thighs, resting your hands on top of his shoulders. âunwrap me.â rafe took his bottom lip between his teeth, stroking the exposed skin of your hips. âyou donât happen to be naked, do you?â he pressed a kiss to your navel, his large palms sliding down the backs of your thighs. you shivered at his words, shrugging coyly. âyouâll just have to find out..â rafe stood up, towering over you as he slowly tore the thin sheet of paper, revealing your bare form underneath. âoh, this is great, baby.â he stroked your skin.
rafe guided you two over to the full body mirror in the corner of your room, your head rolling back against his chest when he cupped your aching cunt. âbest gift ever.â
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you hand make them a replica of themselves in the form of a plushie! đ gn! reader. btw relationship is mutual pining. wouldâve made the headers as the hashiraâs plushies but⊠coloring wouldâve been ughhh. maybe i'll post it separately!
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âfor me?â heâs surprised before it melts into a smile. with the plushie in hand, he rolls it around feeling the details from his hair to outfit, getting a general view of what it could look like.
âthis is very kind of you. i will cherish this for the rest of my life.â he puts a hand on your head, gently petting you as you hug him in return. heâs happy at the action, his large body engulfing yours as he hugs you back. youâre relieved that heâs blind so that heâs not able to see your blush, but with your heart beating unusually fast and loud, youâre sure he can hear it and deduct it himself.
gyomei thinks that perhaps you may hear his heart beating abnormally as well in the moment.
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he thinks itâs perfect. wouldâve added more glitter, but then he thinks that maybe itâs better off that the entire plush isnât covered in the tiny monsters. (he held the gift for a few seconds and then BAM, glitter EVERYWHERE on his hand)
he loves how flashy the doll is. it seems to shine and sparkle even in the dark of night.
he obviously treats you to a shopping spree or restaurant âdateâ with him after (after both of you furiously wash your hands from all that glitter).
absolutely takes mini tengen with him when heâs with you. you both brainstorm ideas for him and his little comrade to match outfits (off to the fabric store!).
this small gift secretly makes him scream inside. when he gets home from the interaction, you BET heâs going to be humming the entire rest of the day, unable to sleep because his thoughts are all filled of you.
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so surprised that you would give him a gift. why would you want to waste so much time in giving him something? something you handmade, to be precise? he asks this, and when you reply saying that you just wanted to, he swears he fell harder than before.
heâs beyond happy, though. you get the grace of seeing him unconsciously smile at the present as he notices the attention to details. how much time did you spend looking at him to remember all these features? the thought makes him a little lightheaded.
youâre too sweet to him, he thinks. now whenever heâs feeling down and youâre gone, he holds the little plush to his heart for a small sense of comfort that helps him to live another day. and he doesnât dare take it on missions or anywhere, really. heâs too afraid to lose or destroy something you worked so hard on to make for him.
god forbid you tell shinobu one day that you made a plushie for giyuu. sheâd never let him get away without teasing him for actually getting someone to like him well enough to make something for him.
will subconsciously hide behind you when she does start with the teasing as you softly grasp his haori sleeve, making his heart flutter tenfold at the small action.
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(youâve seen his face without the bandages)
when you hand it to him, heâs on cloud nine. you even made kaburamaru! the snake seems to appreciate it, happily leaving obanaiâs shoulders to rest on yours instead.
he practically begs to take you somewhere as thanks and to spoil you, because this gift from you has his face heating up and he wants to draw your attention away from it. and when you do agree (albeit reluctantly), his snake looks at him with a âlmao dude youâre freakinâ whippedâ.
while walking, he notices that the bandages on the plushie are removable, asking you if itâs intentional.
âsee for yourself,â were your words as he reluctantly removed them. he saw the bottom of the face littered in scars almost identical to the ones underneath his own bandages, with the words on the side of the bandages covering the dollâs face reading: âyouâre beautiful, scars or no scars. and from what youâve shown me, itâs the same on the inside.â
he swears that he could just faint right there and then.
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âtsk, what is this?â
you smile as he inspects it; watching his lips twitch, fighting the urge to curve upwards. âitâs a plushie of yourself.â
âyou made this? for me?â
âyep!â
he looks anywhere but at you, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand as warmth bristles through; his ears turning red as he says, âitâs nice, i guess.â
âjust âniceâ?â you reply back, teasing his quick response. âmaybe i shouldâve just made a plushie for someone else, liiike⊠giyuu.â you grin, aware of the facade heâs pulling.
âdonât you dare. itâs amazing, i love it.â he spits out gruffly, but wholly truthful. ââŠthank you.â he thinly smiles, if not for you observing him you wouldnât have noticed it.
âaww, youâre welcome!â you snicker.
he turns his head the other way, his face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.
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his plushie literally radiates sunshine, just like the original himself. when he receives it, he shouts the loudest thank you youâre ever going to hear.
talks about all the details and how much it embodies him. he adores it. then he asks if you could make one of you, so that they could be a pair together (AHHHH).
hugs you so tightly that you start to sweat from his body heat. but he means well!
eats with the plushie when youâre not with him. it reminds him of who made it and it just makes his food taste 100x better.
probably keeps it in his pocket and shows it to people like, âlook what (y/n) made for me! :Dâ so that now so many people know who you are.
and when you make that replica of yourself for him? he just canât get enough of how adorable it is. keeps it with him in his pocket too, it makes his day so much better whenever he sees it because it just radiates you.
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squeals, sheâs just so so so happy. her face turns this cute red and all she can do is just smother you with a hug because of her overwhelming excitement.
she dances around with it at first, screaming about how cute you made it and absolutely loving how you designed the doll to be just like her. you got her into the whole craft business, her new determination to make a doll of you to present to you! she hugs you one last time before rushing off with her new plan.
she quickly realizes that if she gives⊠whatever she made in her first attempt to you, itâd come across as an insult. so she spends countless days and nights (in between missions, of course) to perfect her gift to her beloved. and when she finally doesâŠ
âŠshe gives it to you like a child showing their parent their artwork, except mitsuriâs present was better than just any childrenâs project.
sheâs so giddy when you praise her for it, finally able to collapse from exhaustion when she gets home. but when you kiss her on the forehead, she knows that thereâs no way sheâs going to get a blink of sleep, especially not when that moment keeps replaying in her head throughout the rest of the day.
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sheâs calm and collected on the outside, having an emotional breakdown and desperately trying not to just tackle you and hug and kill you with kisses on the inside. her logical mind prevails unfortunately.
she dearly thanks you for the gift with the sweetest soft tint of pink on her face.
she takes it for walks around her estate, visiting patients, and when she needs to calm down. it just takes a few minutes with the plushie in her hands for her to think of you to become more relaxed.
she doesnât take it in her lab, thoughâ worried that something might happen to it. so instead, during those periods, she keeps it in her room in a secret place that only she knows about, because sheâs a little paranoid that something may end up destroying it with all the people in the estate and all.
the next time youâre out on a mission? expect a parcel from her delivered by crow with your favorite (non-perishable) food, some trinkets and items you might enjoy, and a note that vaguely suggests her true feelings towards you.
she secretly prays that youâll take the hint and ask her out.
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(reader is either same age or muichiro is aged up)
despite his flawed memory/memorizing issues, muichiro does a huge effort to not forget the plushie you gave him.
heâll write himself notes, bring it with him everywhere, and he finds himself replaying moments with you and daydreaming in his mind more often about you with the doll around.
definitely falls asleep with it gently in his arms, held close to his chest. it helps him fall asleep faster and more comfortably knowing that something resembling your presence was so nearby.
his crowâs definitely jealous by this btw. but she respects you both so she doesnât lay a claw on the plushie.
one day when you find him hugging the plushie close to him as he was walking around his estate, you decide to go up to him and hug him from behind. letâs just say, he got a lot more clingy after that, hugging the gift at night tighter to try to replicate that warm feeling your hugs always gave him.
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biggest scandals they have faced
ft. actor!nanami kento, fushiguro toji x wife!reader (separated)Â
content warnings: fluff, light angst, jjk actor au, celebrity issues, cheating allegations, divorce allegations, none of them are true, misogyny, mentions of infertility, just cruel stuff based on the issues i see online, slightly suggestive (making out), toji and wife call each other "ma" and "pa", mentions/hinting of sex, internet trolls, horrible people online, pls don't read if these issues are triggering to you, shitty article names lol
wc: 2052
note: this got too long, will do other parts for the other actors instead <33 happy holidays, everyone!
NANAMI KENTO:
Jujutsu Kaisen Star Nanami Kento Facing Trouble in Paradise: Leads to Divorce
to say he was irritated when he saw the headlines from the tabloids was an understatement, he is beyond livid. but the comments just made everything worse.
user_1: wow aren't they married for years already? maybe his wife can't conceive any babies? LOL
user_2: must be, or maybe nanami's just realized his wife is just using him for his actor moneyÂ
user_3: the wife doesn't know to make a sandwich i fearÂ
user_4: maybe he got tired of his wife's ugly face, no wonder he hides it from the internet hahaha
kento doesn't give a fuck if people were dragging his name left and right but god forbid it involves you, his loving wife who has been nothing but utterly supportive of his career. for someone who stuck by his side for years, it angers him that people immediately assume that you were the problem. he knows the news isn't true, he literally just cuddled with you last night, so to say that you were getting a divorce almost makes him laugh if it weren't how stupid this situation is.Â
when his manager informed him about the situation, he immediately cancelled every schedule that he has for today, he will call the lawyers to settle this later but for now, his main focus is you.Â
you are someone who is used to the privacy of your own space which is why you opted to keep your face off his socials and remain anonymous to the eyes of his fans. kento hates it that your peace is getting disturbed due to his stardom, so he is willing to drop everything just to go home to you and comfort you. no one knows who you really are but the way it made people talk like they do, makes him angry. no way his wife is going to be disrespected like this.
the moment kento opens the door the your shared home, he's panting, sweat evident in his forehead and worry present in his eyes as he looks at you across the living room, sitting on the couch with your phone in your hands.Â
"shit," he thought, he knows you already saw the news, and worse the comments. he can tell just by your body language. your eyes sunken in sadness and your lips form a frown. he doesn't see it but he knows your heart is breaking too.
"honey," kento breathes out as he walks towards you. he knows you heard him, but you stay in your position, disbelief flooding your senses. suddenly, you came back to reality when you feel kento's warm embrace, his large and quick hands getting rid of your phone before placing it on your head and immediately feeling his chest against your head.
his breathing his ragged, unstable deep breaths as he tells you, "it's gonna be okay," and a thousand apologies to go with it. you nod instead, finding yourself difficult to talk. you opt to rub onto his arm, a silent reply to his comforting and kento seems to understand your gesture. he then kisses the crown of your head as he pulls you tighter in his embrace.
"am i holding you back, kento?" you asked, your voice quite muffled as you speak through his button down blouse.
"oh god, darling you will never hold me back, if anything, you keep me moving. don't listen to them, alright? i'm happy and contented to where we are right now, don't worry about it." he lets go of the embrace and cups your face with both of his hands. he looks at you with loving eyes as he brushes your lower lip with his thumb. you close your eyes as he leaned closer, then you finally felt his lips against yours. he gives a peck, another, and then a third one before he crashes his lips onto you for the last time as he takes his time to explore your mouth.
kento knows a lot of ways to apologize, and this is one of them. he is gentle, but his love is loud as he allows his tongue clash against yours, the wet squelch filling up the room as he allows himself to be drunk with your lips.
when kento lets go, his breathing is heavy but satisfied. "i'll take care of everything from then on, okay?" he says as he caresses your face and a smile creeps to his face when you lean towards his touch with a nod. "will you be releasing a statement?" you ask.
"yeah, i'll contact our lawyer about it and then we'll see what we can do." his answer earned a curt nod from you. kento noticed pursed your lips, obviously thinking about something.
"are you still bothered by the comments?"
"no, i mean, i'm a bit upset about how people were talking about me online but i'm just curious as to where all this came from."Â
"hmm, yeah, we'll take care of that too, for now, just rest your pretty mind and always remember that i will never leave you. that okay?" his gentle voice makes your heart feel full, and that's you know that your husband will always be at your beck and call. "yeah." you answered as you give his lips a quick peck, "i love you," you added.
"i love you too."
not a even a day later, the JJK LABEL had released a statement and an article regarding the fake news that had surfaced.
Nanami Kento Slams Fake Divorce Article: "Don't project your problems in your love life through me and my wife."
"the article itself and the comments are horrible and people are stupid enough to believe something that came from a tabloid known to release fake news. maybe this just tells about how gullible and stupid people are for believing groundless rumors and not my relationship." the artist stated.
"to everyone involved in the release of this article, we will see you on court and i hope you have any evidence about your claim. to the people who threw disgusting comments about my wife, please worry how alone you are instead of snooping around our relationship." he adds.
that day, kento's fanbase rejoice as the tabloids finally got their karma when it was reported that their company was finally shut down.
FUSHIGURO TOJI:
it was a normal day in the fushiguro household until megumi bursts in through the door with a loud and resoundingâ
"dad, what the fuck?"Â
"megumi, language, please!" you warned him.
your word goes through megumi's ears and went to his dad who is currently lounging in the living room reading his script. he paid his son's words no mind and gave him a raised eyebrow, urging him to continue.
"your name is all over tabloids because of a forum post. look," megumi says as he faces his phone screen to toji's face. to say that he's horrified to what he just saw is an understatement. so, with a worry mind, you go behind toji's lounging chair and read what's on the screen.
Acting Veteran 'T' Caught in An Affair!Â
At the night of Tuesday, Actor 'T' is caught leaving a hotel with a seemingly younger woman clinging on his arms. The two are being lovey-dovey in their Shibuya rendezvous. Actor 'T' is currently married with a child which makes everything even more scandalous. What would actor 'T'âs wife and child think about this? Seems like the man really took a liking towards sneaking away with younger women.
Actor 'T'âs identity will be released by [MM/DD/YY] so stay tuned! For now, let us know your thoughts below.
user_1: actor veteran and the code is T? must be toji then?
user_2: this is definitely toji lmfao he looks like someone who would fool a younger woman
user_3: his wife must be so rusty now so he's running to the younglings LOL
user_4: respect for having the balls to cheat on his wife after this long, ik his ass is itching
user_5: @user_4 LMFAO should've done it sooner! bet he doesn't want to pay child support so he's staying đ
user_6: NOOOO the GOAT got caught damn we were rooting for u đ
"what the fuck?" both you and toji's voice were erupting in the whole room. out of shock? anger? rage? megumi is not sure but there is one thing he's sure of, both of you are being scary right now and the red in both of you and husband's eyes are almost showing due to the high range of emotions you were both feeling right now.
despite knowing that toji is utterly in love with you and he was actually with you that day, it scares him that his father is facing this kind of scandal. people are horrible out there trying to ruin his father's career that he worked hard on and this is the proof.
toji might be used to having false rumors spread about him all over the years he is in the acting industry, but what he can't take is people talking shit about his wife and thinking less about her. the comments that he just read just woke up the rage inside of him.
"mom?" megumi had called you since it's been minutes when you had gone quiet. the sight before him broke his heart.Â
your eyes are trying not to let your tears fall, but the comments are too hurtful to ignore, too cruel to set aside. even though you know that it's covered with a codename (barely), you exactly know it's your husband that they are talking about. you're hurt about the comments but you're most scared of your husband's career coming to a screeching halt.
you suddenly feel your husband hug you so tight and you let it all out. his shirt might get damped but toji doesn't care, comforting his wife comes first. he then tells megumi, "call our lawyer, tell him what we just saw, they'll know what to do," megumi frantically nods and gets out of the house to do what toji had said.
"come on, ma, let's go and get some rest." toji had urged you to go with him.
"pa, this is so ridiculous, i know you know how to deal with these but this is just too much, they're targeting our family now." the sadness in your voice and the tears that flow through face break toji's heart. you don't deserve this. these assholes needed to be taught a lesson, and he knows he won't be nice about it. "i'll take care of this, 'kay? i love you and megs so much, angel."
toji's voice somehow calmed your senses and you let yourself cry in his arms until you're left with no tears. "i'm sorry, i'm too old to cry like this." you said as you try to wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.
"no one's too old to cry, darling," toji coos, glad that you're finally able to calm down, and caresses the back of your head. then, a sly smirk forms on his lips, "you know what else we're not too old for?"Â
genuinely curious, you look up to him, "what?" you asked.Â
toji leaned down and whispered, "another child, think we can give megumi a sibling?" and gave you a mischievous look.
"toji!" you exclaimed as you smack his chest, flustered of his words.Â
"gross, get a room, and is now really the time for this?" you suddenly let go of yourself from toji's grasp the moment you heard megumi back in the living room. toji chuckled, "i got it all covered, both of you rest up and i will deal with all of this." toji walked towards where megumi is standing and gives his head a gentle pat, "no one's gonna ruin us, alright?"Â
the conviction in toji's voice made it clear to both of you and megumi that he already has a plan in mind, and you trust him enough to believe him. he has never let the both of you down, after all.
the next day, news break out the the person who posted the rumor on the online forum is caught with other criminal charges aside from the defamation he just attempted to do. the horrible comments also seem to magically disappear.
Fushiguro Toji Busts Down Anonymous User, Other Criminal Charges Involved
"I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone else. I'm not backing down until everyone gets what they deserve for ruining the names of the people I care about. I will not let go until every single horrible person who rises their tongue against my family is punished." Toji stated.
"Be careful what you read and comment online, please don't forget that the people you talk about are not just subjects, but real human beings." The veteran actor added.
the fake news spreader should have really known not to deal with a veteran who is powerful enough to protect the people he cherishes.
edit: i just noticed that i wasn't able to add the ending to toji's part đ my apologies, i fixed it now!
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âËïœĄâàšâ§à§Ë đ¶ đȘđđđđđđ, đđ đȘđđđđđđ. Ëàšâ§à§âïœĄËâ (PT. 2)
OKOKOK I MADE THE PART TWO PLS STOP YELLING AT MEEEE
NSFW under the cut. MDNI.
Characters/fandoms: Captain Curly, Mouthwashing Content warnings: Smut, obvi, p in v whatt, curly being a SLOPPYYYYY eater, praise (from you and him), boobs, tits even, curly being đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ, alot of dirty talking, etc. Our boy curlys a bit of perv.
-Manners? What manners?
Curly is a, what do you kids call it... a munch? Yes. If he goes down on you, and he most likely will, he will be SLOPPY with it. I'm talking drooling all over your cunt, licking it from top to bottom, shaking his head side to side and pressing wet kisses to your clit. It's ironic, really, since he's so polite in and out of bed, but he doesn't really care about a mess if it means pleasuring you. What's a little mess? Sheets can be washed.
"Sorry *kiss* about the mess, sweetheart.. *kiss* can't *kiss* help myself."
-Beautiful tits. And rack. Love it.
When asked the question 'ass, tits or thighs,' he's gonna pick tits. He's a titty guy. Sure, your ass and thighs are nice too, and he gives them an equal amount of love, but nothing can beat the feeling of shoving his face into your boobs when he's thrusting in and out of you. It has something to do with hearing your heartbeat and how fast it is, but mostly he just likes suffocating between your twins. And if he's particularly stressed, he'll just set you on his desk and lift your shirt up and go to town. Sucking, squeezing, rubbing, all that. His favorite stress balls. And god forbid the day you get nipple piercings... He's mindlessly playing with the metal with his teeth, enjoying the feeling of the cold brass on his tongue. You'll have to wear bandaids. (which he'll apply, apologizing profusely.)
-Praise me for sin.
Call this man a good boy and he's whining and shaking. It goes both ways with him. He loves getting praised, and he loves praising. A few of his favorites.. "You're doing such a good job." "Look at you, taking everything like a champ." "God, you're gorgeous." "Good girl." "You're so pretty, baby.." "Atta-fuckin-girl." He knows you fold every time for that kind of talk, so he makes sure to say at least one while you're getting naughty. On the other hand, some of his favorites to hear.. "That's a good boy." "Thank you." (Manners.) "I love you so much." "You're too good." "Fuck, that's good." Hearing how good of a job he's doing is only fuel for him to keep going, and gets him hard as a rock. So, use that mouth. (Unless its occupied, wink wink.)
-He babbles when he comes.
When he's right on that edge, he goes a bit dumb. You feel so warm and good, and he's so fucking close, and his brain just loses all ability to form coherent thoughts. So he just mumbles whatever comes out of his mouth in that adorable whiny subby voice. (You know the one.) "Fuuuuck too good too good too good.. baby.. g'na make me come, coming, coming." Or just a chorus of 'yes' over and over. Its really cute because he tries to be quiet with it, but his brain is so broken that he can't control his volume too well. He has to shove his face into your shoulder or a pillow to muffle himself so the crew doesn't overhear.
-Can't stop, won't stop.
Will not give up until you come, no matter how sore his cock is or how cramped his legs are. He wants you to come as many times as possible before the night is over, and he's willing to overwork himself to achieve that. You've told him its okay, but he doesn't really care. Feeling you clench around him and ride out your orgasm is the best thing he's ever felt, so he's gonna have you coming at least 3 times each session. Unless, of course, you're begging him to stop since its too much. He'd never want to hurt you. He'd pull out and lay with you for a while and let your body calm down before starting up again. "Take it easy, angel. I'm right here. It's okay, you're doing so well." (Why does his dirty talk sound like him coaching you through birth?? đ)
#captain curly smut#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#smut#curly x reader#curly x reader smut#headcannons#we love our boy#pigeonficâŻ
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Cocky Tornado Wrangler â Tyler Owens (smut)
Finally watching Twisters tonight. My poor aunt who has to listen to me gush about our husband. Thank you so much for the love on my other Tyler fic, I hope y'all will love this just as much. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or will the bed they share be enough to push them closer together?
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, enemies to lovers, lots of teasing
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.8k words)
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â Her voice dripped with exhaustion, eyes tired and ready to flutter shut any moment now. But fuck, she couldnât give in just yet, had to fight yet another battle with the self proclaimed tornado wrangler who was staring down at her with his signature smirk glued to his lips.
The smirk he wore in every video of his. Videos she watched whenever they were uploaded to his channel. Not that sheâd ever tell Tyler that. And god forbid heâd ever stumble upon the saved favourites she watched in moments where she needed distraction from everything but him.Â
âWell, seems like your prayers were answered, pretty. An EF4 and now we get to share a room, certainly feels like weâre even closer to heaven now, doesnât it?â Tylerâs hand found her waist to give it a soft squeeze before he gently pushed her further into the motel room. It had been an exhausting day, filled with adrenaline highs as they chased tornadoes until the late evening. Even though they had been mesmerised by the beautiful disaster, they were now forced to stay in one of the close towns, cut off from the highway heading home.Â
âI can take the couch.â She had her eyes set on the rather worn out couch which had been pushed against one of the walls that were painted in a faded out pink colour. The whole room made her feel like she was back at her grandparents home, letting an almost melancholic feeling settle in the pit of her stomach.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna share? The bedâs big enough, or I could take the couch.â Tyler hung up his still wet hat before placing his bag down on the bed. (Y/n) watched him take in the room, giving her a few seconds to curse him for wearing a white shirt that now clung to his muscular upper body. His back muscles were shining through the wet fabric, letting her get lost in the thoughts of how it must feel to brush her nails along his soft skin. Thoughts that shot heat straight down to her core, knowing that sheâd have to take care of that cursed longing in the shower.Â
âIn your dreams, Owens, and we both know you wonât fit on that couch.â His raspy laugh left her grinning, unable to stop her tired face from reacting to the man (y/n) claimed she hated and yet needed to feel close at any given chance.Â
âTrust me, baby, my dreams are all about sharing a bed with you and so much more.â With a wink thrown her way, Tyler plopped down on the bed. He studied her for a moment, taking in her wet frame while his tongue kissed his teeth and his muscular arms were locked behind his head. She needed to get out of here, needed to find shelter in the warm shower before her body would do something she couldnât stop it from doing.Â
âIâll grab a quick shower.â (Y/n) didnât wait for his reply, darting for the bathroom that was just big enough for her to let go of a deep breath.Â
She hated that she had dreamt of moments like these, wondering how it may play out with Tyler by her side, having to share a bed while the world outside was ending. And all theyâd have eyes for would be one another, no matter how many tornadoes called for them.Â
Within seconds, (y/n) had shuffled out of her wet clothes only to step into the small shower. She couldnât stop her soft moan from leaving her as the warm water cascaded down her back as if it were hugging her. The silence she was now offered forced her thoughts back to the longing she couldnât shake, the need to take care of the pulsing between her thighs that grew stronger with every passing moment.Â
Her fingers moved quickly, knowing that she didnât have much time before Tyler would disturb her peace, desperate for a shower himself. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) let her fingers circle her pulsing bundle, imaging Tylerâs fingers instead of her own.Â
Would he touch her with the same kind of urgency? Would he draw the same moans from her she oh so desperately wanted to give in to? No, he wouldnât. Heâd make her feel things she had never felt before, clashing through her like a tornado stronger than she had ever been fortunate enough to study. Tyler Owens was her own personal disaster and she was close to letting him rip her off her feet, close to allowing him to have his way with her without being able to protest.Â
âFuck,â the word rolled off her tongue all too quickly, knowing that she was already close to giving in to her high. (Y/n) didnât pay the ache in her forearm any mind, didnât worry about the way her fingers begged her to move slower, all she was focused on were her thoughts that painted a picture of Tyler and the way heâd touch her.
And with her head rolled back and her lips tightly pressed together, she came. (Y/n) let her orgasm wash through her, rubbing her pulsing bundle a few more times before her tired body found its way out of the shower.
It took her a second to realise that she hadnât taken any clean clothes with her, drawing yet another exhausted groan from her. Carefully, she opened the door, hiding behind her towel while her eyes found Tylerâs frame. No longer was he wearing his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her eyes which tried to burn every inch of his naked skin into her mind.Â
âTyler,â her soft voice drew his eyes from his phone. âDo you have a shirt I can borrow?â
She expected a snarky comment, anything to tease her and rile her up some more, but Tyler stayed quiet, eyes focused on the parts of her body that werenât covered by the door or her towel. (Y/n) could have sworn that he had swallowed heavily first before rising to his feet to reach for his bag. His eyes stayed glued to her while he reached a shirt out for her to take, letting his fingers brush against hers for a moment.Â
It was cheesy almost, the buzz of lighting striking her at the small contact. A touch so small and yet so significant, her mind would probably think of it for days and nights to come.
With a small âthank youâ rolling off her tongue, (y/n) stepped back into the bathroom to put on the shirt, grateful that it was long enough to cover her panties. Trembling legs carried her back into the room, not daring to look at Tyler, whose eyes she felt on her frame. No words were spoken between them as he pushed past her into the bathroom, allowing (y/n) to deeply exhale the second she was left alone once again.Â
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The moments after Tyler had returned from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers that clung to his body just as tightly as his wet shirt had, had been filled with a tight atmosphere. Barely any words had been shared between them, not as she had made herself comfortable on the couch, not as he had turned off the light while stretching out on the bed.
She had turned her back to him to stop her eyes from wandering, knowing that no matter how tired she was, her mind wouldnât let her rest. Not when he was so close to her. Not when she heard his uneven breaths that told her he was still awake. Not when she could easily move closer to feel him pressed against her.Â
What was he thinking of? Was he still riled up by todayâs chase? Or was he also thinking of those moments where he had passed his shirt to her?Â
Even though she begged her body to stay calm, to not move back towards him, she lost the fight within seconds. Her front was turned towards him, letting her eyes rest on the parts of his body that werenât hidden by the blanket, making her awfully aware of how close he was to her.Â
This was unusual for them, quiet moments where neither spoke, where no teasing or bickering could be heard. Nothing but the breaths both let go of while he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and she wasn't strong enough to look away from him just yet.
âI can feel you staring, pretty.â Tyler rolled his head towards her, eyes meeting (y/n)âs like lightning striking a tree, buzzing straight through it to set it ablaze. âWhatâs going on in that confusing mind of yours?â
âJust because youâre not smart enough to understand my thoughts it doesnât mean my mindâs confusing.â The words had left her all too quickly, drawing a gritty laugh from Tyler. A sound she loved hearing, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. A sound that left her smiling the second her ears were fortunate enough to hear it.Â
âYou wound me. Iâd say weâre a pretty good team when it comes to understanding your plans.â Heat spread through every part of her body, a heat she was all too used to by now but still didnât know how to work with. She rolled her eyes at Tyler before refocusing on his handsome features, taking in every part of the face she knew like the back of her hand.Â
Her breath hitched in her chest as he lifted the blanket, patting the spot next to him, âCome up here, I donât need you complaining about back pain tomorrow.â
(Y/n)âs body moved without holding back, crawling to the spot next to him as if she had done this numerous times before. It felt awfully right to lay next to him, to feel Tylerâs arm slowly wrap around her middle to cage her against his chest.Â
âDo you remember the first time we chased together?â She tried to stop her hand from moving as he spoke, she really did. But yet (y/n) miserably failed, unable to keep away from his soft skin any longer, needing to feel it beneath her wandering fingers as she traced slow patterns on the skin of his warm chest.Â
âI wanted to break your nose that day, god, you were even cockier back then. Do you still think people instantly recognise you when you meet them?â He shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips, tightening his grip on (y/n) as she shuffled even closer. That day was replaying in her mind every now and then, remembering how he had misjudged her for a fangirl, expecting her to almost faint when shaking his hand. And yet she hadnât known much about him, had never watched any of his videos before that day. Something Tyler hadnât taken as lightly as he should have, turning into the cocky asshole she had cursed for the past months.
âI no longer care about that, only worry about impressing you, pretty.â He pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let his eyes flicker back to the ceiling. His sharp jawline was exposed to her wandering eyes, making (y/n) awfully aware of how easily she could kiss him right now. It took everything in her not to move, to hold still as her heart picked up its beat. Whatever it was that had urged her on to fight against him these past months, it was now gone, leaving her unable to fight back and in need of something more.Â
âWe both know thatâs a lie, Owens. All you worry about is tornadoes and busty women who ask you to sign their cleavages.â Her laugh was mixed with his as he let his gaze find hers again while squeezing her side. She fought against his grip, hating that he had found her most ticklish spot that made her toss and turn against him. Tyler seemed to enjoy the sight, letting his fingers find the spot again while shifting her around to hover over (y/n). With one hand pressed to the pillow and his knees caging in her right thigh, he left her no room to move away from him.Â
âDo I hear jealousy?â His eyes wandered over her face, focusing on her lips as she fought against the need to look away. âYou know thereâs no need to be jealous, pretty. All you gotta do is give in and stop fighting our bond.âÂ
A sharp reply was burning on her tongue, and yet her body managed to win the fight, letting her fingers find the back of Tylerâs neck to pull him in for a soft kiss. He instantly replied to the touch, adding more pressure to the kiss with his body shuffling closer. It felt as if they were burning, tied together like two matches setting a petrol station ablaze, ready to alight the darkening night.Â
With every swipe of his tongue, with every moan rumbling through them, it set in further that this was finally happening, that they were finally crossing that last bridge. No longer was she set on fighting it, purely focused on Tylerâs touch and the need to feel him as close as humanly possible.Â
âTalk to me, baby, what do you want?â Her mind was torn between the kisses they kept sharing and the feeling of him growing against her thigh, telling (y/n) that he needed and wanted this as much as she did. Her fingers combed through his hair, letting her nails scratch his skin with just enough pressure to leave him tingling in excitement.Â
âEverything, I want all of you, Tyler.â Hours ago she would have cursed herself for giving in so easily, for admitting that insatiable hunger she had felt for months now. But she no longer found it in herself to care, could no longer shy away from having whatever Tyler was about to offer her. Her words drew a groan from the tall tornado wrangler who kissed his way down her throat while shifting his weight onto his knees. They held eye contact as his hands disappeared beneath the shirt of his she was wearing, finding their way straight to her chest.Â
âFuck, feels like you were made for me, every part of you.â His praises sank in like a ship hitting the ocean ground, sinking lower with every passing second, forever resting on the ground like the praises he spoke to her. Forever etched into her mind. Forever remembering the way they made her feel lightheaded and giddy.Â
Urgently he pulled the shirt over her head, set on exposing her body to his hungry eyes. Tyler let go of another groan as he looked down at her, making a silent promise that heâd have to take a picture of her in that position one of these days. He dipped his head down to suck on her nipples, making her moan for him while she spread her thighs for him. His core met hers, leaving both breathless as his clothed cock rubbed against her clothed heat â a feeling so intense, it only urged Tyler on to move further down her body.Â
âWill you let me taste you, pretty?â Only a breathless âPleaseâ left (y/n), drawing a smirk to his lips. She watched his eyes light up as he pushed her panties down her legs, looking like he was marvelling at art â art so mesmerising he couldnât stop staring.Â
âLet me make you feel good, baby.â Those were the last words Tyler spoke before his tongue brushed her folds, drawing a moan from the both of them. His arms wove their way around her thighs, keeping her pressed to him as he ate her out like a starving man, high on her taste and the sounds she made for him.Â
Nothing but moans managed to leave (y/n), getting lost in the feeling of Tyler sucking on her pulsing bundle, while he pushed two fingers into her â doing just what she had imagined him doing in the shower a while ago. He instantly managed to find that spot that made her see stars as he pressed down on it with his fingers, forcing (y/n) to choke on her sounds.
âOh god, Tyler,â he chuckled against her skin, letting the sound vibrate through every part of her. From the corner of his eyes he could see her fist the covers with her free hand, the one that wasnât buried in his hair, telling him that she was already close. And yet Tyler knew that heâd pull away soon, wanting to feel her cum around his cock like he had imagined her doing the past months.Â
Tyler had worked hard for her attention, knowing that he had fucked it up the first time they had met. She had instantly managed to push him off his high horse, bruising his ego with her sharp words he could still recite today. And yet it had only made him desperate for more, set on pulling her closer like no other woman before her.Â
âI could die a happy death between your thighs, pretty, but I need to fuck you now.â The dazy look she shot him made him feel proud, knowing that she had been about to cum on his tongue. She didnât reply, at least not with words, with nothing but a whine did she pull him towards her for another kiss. He shuffled out of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock with a few movements.Â
âLet me grab a condom.â He left her side for a moment, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts which were all over the place. And yet she couldnât carry about anything but the need to feel him buried inside of her, knowing that once she knew what it feels like to have him so close, sheâd never be able to let him go again. A thought that left her torn between excitement and anxiety, unsure what was awaiting them.Â
âDo you still want this? We donât have to do this if youâre unsure, (y/n).â Tylerâs whispers ripped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She shook her head at him before pulling back in, focused on his handsome face, mustering every spot she could blindly find.Â
âI want this, want you.â Thatâs all he needed to hear before aligning himself with her heat and slowly pushing into her. With his forehead pressed against hers, both needed a moment to adjust, not expecting to feel this, unable to put the sensation into any words that would make sense to their minds. It felt like they had been made for one another, made solemnly for this moment that felt as if the world had spinning, thrown off its path.Â
âMove, please, Tyâ.â He instantly gave in, pulling out of her only to push in with more strength. Their bodies met with every ferocious thrust, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She arched her back off the mattress, needing to be even closer to him while he kept burying himself inside of her.Â
Blood rushed in her ears, drowning everything out but the sounds Tyler made, sounds so raspy and deep she feared it was another tornado growing in the distance, guttural sounds which left her walls fluttering around his cock. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, set on leaving red marks that wouldnât fade for days, claiming him in the most primal way she could come up with at that moment.Â
âGod, I canât wait to fuck you like that for the rest of my life.â The words roll off his tongue just like that. There was no way he could stop them from leaving him. And for the first time in minutes she finds herself ripped out of her state, staring up at him with wide eyes. But Tyler doesnât say another word, all he does is study her while fucking her closer to the edge.Â
âDo you mean that?â She struggled to speak, needing to ground herself before choking on her words. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as he nodded his head while watching a smile grow on her slightly swollen lips. âGood, I donât want you to let me go again, Owens.â
He took the words as a challenge, adding even more pressure to his thrusts to throw (y/n) back into her dazed state. With his fingers circling her pulsing bundle, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before sheâd cum around his cock, allowing him to take in the most beautiful sight heâd ever be fortunate enough to see.Â
His name left (y/n) one last time before falling off the edge. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while feeling his own crawling closer. She clung to him, murmuring his name like her own personal mantra as he followed her, letting go with a groan sheâd forever remember.
It took both a moment to move again, for him to pull out of her and to get rid of the condom and for her to slightly shift around on the mattress, watching his every move with her weight balanced on her forearms. Tyler found his way back to her within seconds, hovering over her to press another kiss to the lips heâd never get tired of kissing.Â
âAre you okay?â His whispers left (y/n) grinning, nodding against his lips while another wave of euphoria swapped through her.Â
âMore than.â Unspoken feelings were hanging heavily in the air, knowing that both would have to address them rather soon, but all they did was look at one another, marvelling at the person they never wanted to let go of again. âThank you for this.â
âNothing to thank me for, pretty. And hell, Iâm not even close to being finished with you tonight.â
#Tyler Owens smut#Tyler Owens x reader#Tyler Owens imagine#Glen Powell smut#Glen Powell imagine#twisters
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*Lee know Calling You Clingy*
Paring: Lee Know x Reader (GN)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Arguing, Cursing, A sort of happy ending?
This is part of a series find the others here:
Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
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Cutting up some veggies as you watched your boyfriend cook dinner, he was always so handsome like this so in his zone. As you got done cutting you brought it over to him. Standing by his side as he went to grab something you would hand it to him, He moved you would move. You thought to yourself how sweet this moment was however thatâs not exactly what he was thinking. He was getting frustrated cause as much as he really loved when you helped the kitchen was too small for you both to be doing stuff.
âY/n can you please give me a little bit of spaceâ he said his tone sounding annoyed. You looked up at him feeling bad for bothering him so you slumped back into the chair. âWhy donât you set the table?â He asked seeing your reaction. You nod feeling a bit upset as you did so. You both sat down to eat finishing the delicious food fast before plopping yourselves down on the couch to watch a movie.
You wanted to make it up to him for bothering him while he was in his element so you wrapped your arms around him snuggling up to him. He let out a small sigh as you did so, you looked up to the man who was trying to focus on the movie. His face stern looking still with a hint of that annoyance from earlier. âHey babe is everything alright? You seem on edge today?â You said softly trying to read his face. âItâs fineâ he said blankly still keeping his attention on the tv.
âLove please, talk to me I can tell somethingâs up. Is it work? Did I do something?â You went on rambling before he cut you off ây/n please. Can we just watch the damn movie.â He hissed his voice harsher than it was supposed to be âcanât you at least tell me whatâs wrong?â You said not wanting to drop it, although you probably should have. âFor fuck sakes y/n!â He said turning off the tv and getting up âyou have been- been so clingy lately. You have been up my ass since we came back from the US. Why canât I just get a few minutes of just peace. First you wonât leave me alone while Iâm cooking and now I canât even watch a damn movie without fucking 50 questions!â His voice echoed across the room.
Your heart was pounding trying all you had not to cry âIâm fucking sorry I havenât seen my boyfriend in almost a month, god fucking forbid me for wanting to spend time with him!â You hissed back. You stood up quickly walking to your room, you grabbed a bag and packed some clothes as Minho continued behind you. âItâs one thing to fucking miss me y/n but it feels like youâd want to sit on my lap while I take a fucking shit cause you âmiss me so muchâ you act like we didnât talk at all which again had me no fucking time to myself!â
You put your bag over your shoulder âFine you want alone time so fucking bad! Then be alone Minho!â You said storming towards the front door. Your mind raced as you could feel the tears pulling at the corners. No. No crying he doesnât get to see that. âGood! Thatâs exactly what I fucking wanted, Iâm happy you get the fucking message now!â He said still yelling behind you. You bit your lip his words cutting deeper each time he spoke. You turned around quickly feeling the tears coming âfuck you Minho! Iâm- Iâm fucking done!â You spat almost running out the door you could hear him before you were out âme fucking too!â
You had gone to a friendâs house to stay she held you close rubbing your back trying to console you. Everything hurt, your head was spinning, your eyes red from crying cheeks stained with tears. âWant me to get some of that cake you like so much and we can sit and eat it while watching horror moviesâ she said smiling âwhy horror movies?â You said smiling a bit âcause at least dumb men die in itâ she laughed making you laugh too. She was always such a good friend knowing exactly what to say and do to make you feel better.
After Minho calmed down a bit he sat back down on the couch. He turned the movie back on but quickly turned it off âdamnit, even when theyâre not here they ruin it.â He said throwing the remote back down to the table. He laid back on the couch looking up at the ceiling he felt a heaviness in his chest âno I wanted alone timeâ he said shaking his head âI wanted this..â his words trailed off. âBut whyâs it feel so bad.â He said with a deep sigh.
He looked at his phone wanting to text you but not daring too. He knew he was out of line but he didnât want to be the first to admit. Your words ringing in his head though âIâm done.â What did you mean? Were you ending the relationship? The thought of this made a lump in Minhos throat. Surly you werenât serious right? .. Right??
Almost a week had passed with radio silence on both ends. It wasnât like either of you didnât wanna message the other but neither of you wanted to do it first.
You had thought about things a lot, you decided about going home and just staying in the guest room. You knew Minho wasnât home at the moment and all though your friend had a great idea âjust move out while heâs not home, give him the ultimate alone time he wantsâ you couldnât afford that right now. And quite frankly why does he get to keep the place and you move?
You walked into your apartment thinking of what exactly to do. Your head spinning a bit from thoughts âwhat the fuck am I even gonna say?â You said to yourself âare we even together anymore?â You sighed loudly you stood there for a good minute or two before making your way to the bedroom. You scrounged up most of your things moving it into the guest room you felt yourself wanting to cry again âfuck youâ you said softly. You locked the door, put on some music and just curled up into a ball. You had fallen asleep quickly the feeling of being in your home making you sleep easier.
Minho had come home late walking through the door to see your shoes on the floor. His face looked confused before he heard music playing âdid she come home?â He said to himself making his way to what was your shared bedroom. He looked over it seeing you had taken stuff he felt his heart sink. He saw the small light coming from under the guest rooms door making the thoughts of you moving disappear. He walked to the door trying to open it realizing it was locked he was about to knock before stopping himself.
He signed a bit walking to the living room, he slumped into the couch all sorts of emotions whirling in his head. He slowly fell asleep only to be woken up by the sounds of you coming out of the room. You quietly tried sneaking to the door your belly rumbling. He quickly turned his head to meet your eyes locking. You both were still for a second before he let out a soft âleaving?â
You shook your head no â7/11â you said trying to keep it short. You made your way to the door putting your shoes on âI- I can make you something.â His voice barely a whisper at this point. âNo thank youâ you said before leaving out the door. This is how it stayed for about a week. Minho tried talking to you and you just giving him one word answers. He came home from work youâd slink back into your room. Heâd come into the kitchen, youâd leave just as quickly.
He started doing small things for you like leaving you breakfast in the morning, or buying your favorite drink to keep in the fridge. He usually did these things always being thoughtful in these sweet kind of actions. It made your heart hurt more. One of the days he made you your favorite lunch, he didnât do it often because it meant going about an hour away to the restaurant to pick it up but he did. He did in the morning before he had to be at work driving there and back before his already long day.
When you saw it in the morning you started to bawl like a baby. Minho had come back home after realizing he left his phone on the counter. You were curled up on the couch listening to some of his solo music crying into a pillow. He stood there not wanting to bother you but wanting nothing more than to hold you and make things right. He started making his way towards you before you heard him your head shot up eyes meeting his. Your body moved fast tackling him almost knocking you both down.
âMin Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorryâ you choked out tears streaming down your face ugly crying âIâm sorry for being clingy Iâm sorry for being a bother- Iâll change Iâll give you more space Iâm sorry I just canât- I canât do this anymore I miss you- everything hurts-â you said between sobs and wiping the snot that was running down. Minho couldnât help but cry at your words, he really had broken you. âNo- y/n please donât change, this all was because of me Iâm the asshole Iâm the one that should be apologizing.â He said his chest heaving.
âDonât change please Iâm sorry for calling you clingy please- I miss you, cling to me. Hold onto me for dear life please I need you..â he voice getting stuck in his throat. Youâve never seen him like this, he always kept his emotions under control but he couldnât hold it in anymore. âLife has no meaning if I canât spend it with you, if I canât have you by my side with that shining smile of yours. The smile that I havenât seen in how long. I ruined everything. I hurt you I ruined us things wonât ever be the same.â
His voice horse crying even harder than you now âyou should hate me, you should want me to jump off a bridge. I donât know- I donât understand why youâre apologizing.â He was rambling on. You felt your heart just braking again, he was so defeated and part of you wanted nothing more than to tell him this is exactly what he wanted. And youâd be right, but you just wanted him back, wanted things back to how they were.
You pulled Minho down to the couch both of you sobbing trying to calm yourselves. You both cried for almost a full half hour before you spoke âThings.. things will be different either way.. you.. we gotta build that trust back upâ you said softly clearing your throat. âLetâs start off slow ok?â You said lifting his head to make eye contact with you.
âWell start small and work on things hmm?â You said repeating yourself. He nodded âcan.. can you come back to our room?â He said whipping his nose âeventually, I will letâs start off with just trying to talk through some things ok?â You said kissing his cheek. âI love you Minho but what you said hurt and will still probably hurt in the future. But I really do love you and would rather work on things and hopefully fix it than just to through it away so easily.â You said pulling him into a hug.
âAnything, Iâll do anything to show you how sorry I am.â He said his words muffled by your shoulder. You nod sitting there in silence both of you trying to gather your thoughts and catch your breath.
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Closer to you -M.S
A/N: Hiiii! Thank you for all the love on my last story. I had a lot of fun writing it. I don't know how consistent I'll be but here's a little something for now
summary: matt just wants to spend time with you after a long day.
warning: cursing? kinda suggestive comments idk grow up
word count: 1.8k
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"Your beard tickles," I giggle with Matt lying on top of me, his face buried into my neck.
He playfully sinks his teeth into the crook of my shoulder and I squeal at the shocking gesture. He chuckles lowly at my reaction and I lightly swat his shoulder, trying to roll him off of me.
"You're crushing me. You may weigh less than me but you're heavy," I shove him off and he finally rolls off but takes me with him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on top of him.
"I'm going to crush you now," I protest trying to get up but he pulls me down once more.
"I think I can handle it." He wraps his arms around me, having no choice but to lay my head on his chest.
"C'mere, I barely saw you today. Just wanna lay here with you like this a little while longer." He mumbles, kissing the top of my head and running his hands up and down my back.
"Didn't you have fun with your brothers today?" I ask, mainly teasing him as we were only apart for less than a day. I had seen him in the morning before they left for their meeting at the warehouse.
"Those goofs are a pain in my fucking ass." he snarls and I poke him in the ribs.
"Be nice." I tell him and he sighs.
"I'm joking. It was nice. I guess," He corrects himself. His hands sneak their way under my sweatshirt then under my tank top.
"Matt..." I warn him and he squeezes my sides.
"Yes..." He mocks and I can hear the grin on face.Â
When I lift my head he's got smirk on his face as his hands lower down past the waistband of my pants. He goes for a handful of my ass before I stop his movements and give him a stern look.
"Matthew, your brothers are home."Â I scold him softly.
"Don't 'Matthew' me, them being home has never stopped us before." His eyes widen playfully as he calls me out.
"Yeah, when they were asleep. But they are both very much awake right now and could god forbid walk in," I defend getting flustered, heat rising up my neck and pooling into my ears.
âYou know thereâs this thing called a lock? I have one on my door. Use it quite often.â
âYeah and risk one of them hearing something?â I shudder and he smirks at my flustered appearance.
"So, what I'm hearing is...later?" He raises his eyebrow and I roll my eyes, pulling away from his grasp.Â
"Chris mentioned something about wanting to watch a movie tonight when you guys got in before." I change the subject, readjusting myself and sitting up on his lap instead.
"Fuck that, we're not leaving this room." He grips the tops of my thighs, playing with the string of my sweats.
"I had already told him yes..." I hesitate and fidget with my bracelets, waiting for him to blow up.
I peer up and see him with an arm over his eyes as he regulates his breathing. I stifle my laughter and watch him compose himself.
"Of course you did." He says sarcastically, waving his hand out dramatically.
"He sounded really excited," I reason with him and he rolls his eyes once more.
"You know what's gonna happen right? We're going to go into the living room, argue over which movie to watch for an hour and then Chris is gonna go on his phone the entire time, not paying attention to shit. All while you and Nick whisper and giggle and text each other from across the couch while I sit there watching a fucking movie I didn't want to watch in the first place." He rambles with wide eyes.
"C'mon it's just one movie." I rub his chest and he grabs my hands in his, halting their movement.Â
"I don't care. I was with those idiots all day. I drove them all over the city, Chris wanted to thrift but then realized he was hungry, so I had to get him food, but then oh no, Nick wants happy ice first so we had to go to happy ice. And all I wanted to do was get a new pair of jeans, film our video and go home to spend time with you. But now because you feel bad for Chris, we have to sit and watch a shitty movie the kid's not even gonna see." He winds himself up and I tilt my head to the side, giving him that look.
"No, do not give me that look. You're not going to make me feel bad this time, sweetheart." He shakes his head, standing his ground.Â
I continue to stare at him and pull my hands out of his grip, rubbing my hands up and down his chest again.Â
"I'll...make you cookies," I smile softly, and he stares at me blankly. "Snickerdoodle..." Still nothing.
He extremely stubborn so this will take some bribing.
"Alright, I won't make you listen to Taylor Swift in the car, even though I know you secretly like her music." I say and he laughs this time, shaking his head.
"Kid, stop."
"I'll give you a kiss? A proper one. You can even touch my ass or grab my tits. Both even." I try to think of more things and he continues not to budge, though I can see his eyes shimmer with temptation.
"Wow, not even an ass grab will win you over?" I say with deep concern and he chuckles again giving me a little shrug.
"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm just gonna go out there and watch the movie and you can stay in here by yourself since you're too cool." I get off of him and his jaw drops. He sits up on his elbows.
"Hey, woah. You'd seriously leave me to go hang out with them?" His voice cracks as he looks at me in disbelief.
"Yup!"
"This is fucking ridiculous." I hear him mumble under his breath as I put my slippers on and open the door.
"Have fun sulking," I close the door behind me.
I walk out to Nick and Chris serving themselves mac and cheese in the kitchen. I greet them before grabbing some goldfish from the pantry and a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Where's Matt?" Chris asks shoveling a spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth. Realizing it was too hot, he fans his mouth and blows out air to cool it down.
"He's in the room. What movie are we watching?" I keep it at that, walking over to the living room and taking a seat in the right corner nook of the couch.
"He's such a loser," Nick comments before sitting beside me and grabbing the TV remote.
"Nick, give me the fucking remote." Chris motions him while taking his own seat at the end of the couch.
"No, idiot, eat your food."
I was able to convince them to watch one of my favorite movies, 50 First Dates. Nick was on board right away but I had to win Chris over.
"Bro, no way. I'm not watching a chick-flick." He goes to grab the remote from Nicks hand.
"Chris shut up, you're not even going to watch it," Nick calls him out, putting the remote out of his reach.
"Yes I am," He argues back.
"Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider are in it." I speak up and he sits back.
"Fine."
Twenty minutes into the movie I hear Mattâs door open and then his footsteps down the hall. I turn my attention away from the movie to see him walking over with his black hoodie pulled over his head.
I knew heâd break eventually.
"Look who decided to join-" Chris starts.
"Shut the fuck up."
When he reaches the couch, he leans down pulling my legs up and over his lap as he takes a seat directly next to me. He wraps his arms around my middle, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.
Although rare, Matt has no problem cuddling or hugging me in front of others. It's usually kissing or gross sweet talk we avoid displaying. We just prefer to keep that private for everyone's peace, including our own.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders pulling him into me, scratching the nape of neck lightly with my fingernails and playing with his overgrown hair.
"Oh Iâm gonna puke..." Chris comments from beside us and Matt flips him off without a word.
"Watch the goddamn movie and leave them alone." Nick snaps at him.
Matt melts into me as I continue to scratch his scalp and he draws patterns on my hip with the hand he snuck under my hoodie.
Not even halfway into the movie I look over at Chris and see heâs on his phone. I nudge Matt slightly to bring his attention to it and he shakes his head.
âWhat did I fucking tell you,â he says lowly and I giggle.
âChris, you like the movie?â I call out and he snaps his head in my direction.
âWhat? Oh yeah, itâs great.â He puts his phone down beside him.
He gives me a tight lip smile before looking over at Nick and I could already see the idea pop into his head before he tackles him in a hug.
âGet the fuck off of me. What is wrong with you?â Nick shoves him off, his eyes wide.
âI just love you,â Chris shrugs, going to tickle Nickâs side but he catches his wrist, twisting it slightly causing Chris to cry out in pain.
âYouâre an idiot. Let's keep our hands to ourselves,"
âIâm getting ice cream, do you want?â Matt whispers to me and I immediately nod. He kisses my jaw and pats my legs so I lift them off his lap.
He quietly goes into the kitchen and discreetly takes out the pints of ice cream and serving them into bowls for us.
He pads back over, tapping the bowl on my shoulder to get my attention before I grab it.
This catches both Nick and Chrisâ attention.
âThereâs ice cream?â
âNot for you.â
â
Everyone had gone to their rooms after the movie and Matt couldnât get us back to his room fast enough.
"It wasn't that bad." I say pulling the comforter back and sliding in next to Matt whoâs already shirtless and under the covers.
"Yeah, yeah." He puts an arm under his head and extends his arm for me, wanting me close.
"You're such a grump." I roll my eyes. turning towards him and moving to lay my head on his chest.
"I just want to be able to spend quality time with my girlfriend without our plans being infiltrated by my brothers." He wraps his arm around me, lightly stroking my shoulder with his fingertips.
"Is that such a crime?" He presses softly and I shake my head.
"I suppose not." I sigh, "We could...go away?" I suggest after a beat of silence and he hums.
"I like the sound of that, keep talking..."
"You and me, the cape, being in nature, alone in a cabin for a week, no interruptions..." I trail off, tracing patterns on his stomach.
"Sweetheart, you had me at the fucking cape."
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Thinking about dark overprotective Rafe Cameron with pregnant clumsy reader đ„čđ
Love Plus One
A/N: i hope this lives up to your fantasies đ
Warnings: noncon/forced sex, coercion, smut, forced pregnancy (but reader doesnât know), pregnant sex, abusive relationship, guilt tripping, choking, slut shaming, slapping, controlling behavior, threats of violence, reader has some negative thoughts about her pregnant body
After the first time that you slipped in the shower without Rafe there to catch you, despite that fact that you had easily caught yourself before falling, Rafe had made you promise to not take any more showers without him. âIf I had been there, you probably wouldnât have slipped in the first place,â he grumbled.
Rafe suddenly became very involved in prepping and cooking meals for you. He gave you plenty of options, planning weekly menus for you and shopping accordingly, all to make sure that both you, and his baby, were getting all of the nutrients you needed. Rafe always did love your cooking, but now he chose to cook for you practically every night. âYou shouldnât have to be running around the kitchen when youâre pregnant, baby.â
You noticed one day that there was a location tracking app on your phone that you hadnât downloaded, when you angrily asked Rafe about it, the look of worry on his face almost made you want to cry, âI just get anxious when youâre out sweetheart. The world is full of men that would love nothing more than to hurt you, and I did that to make sure you were staying safe, Y/N.â His eyes flicked between your eyes and your growing belly, which was now beginning to show much more. After that you apologized to him for getting mad about it, giving him a big hug.
Rafe would want to spend all of his time with you, which you found cute at first, but after a while, you started to feel a bit suffocated by him. Your boyfriend was so concerned about âkeeping you safeâ that he would barely allow you to leave your shared house.
Even walking around the neighborhood or, god forbid, running, was completely off limits.
You knew that it was because you were clumsy, he was right. You always had been, but now was not the time for being accident prone. Not when you had Rafe Cameronâs child growing inside of you.
However, you did feel like at times he could be overprotective of you. Even demeaning occasionally. Like he didnât trust you to make your own decisions.
When you drove to the store at just 4 months pregnant, Rafe called you 5 times before you finally picked up. You had just wanted to get out of the house for a bit and enjoy the spring air while getting some chores done, but when you returned home one would have thought that you had been skiing on Mount Everest, given Rafeâs reaction. âWhy would you leave without telling me? I would have gone to the store for you, Y/N! You shouldnât have even been carrying those bags by yourself!â Pointing out how little you had actually ended up purchasing, just two plastic bags worth of things, was pointless. âYou could have fallen or-or some guy could have kidnapped you!â He huffed, and you could feel the list of locations you could go alone, or even with Rafe, dwindling down to only one place, your apartment.
Rafe had always been incredibly touchy with you, one of the reasons you had gotten pregnant with his baby in the first place. Itâs not that you didnât want kids, you had just always imagined that it would have been different, you would be older and married, and living in a 2 story house with your husband of several years.
Instead, here you were, still in your early 20s, pregnant with your boyfriend of 3 yearsâ child. You loved Rafe and could see yourself marrying him one day, but you were both still so young! Getting pregnant this early had never been in the plans.
Despite using birth control and condoms, you had somehow gotten pregnant, a fact that took you a while to accept, and after Rafe urged you to not get an abortion, you begrudgingly accepted that you were going to be a mother a couple years sooner than expected.
Of course, you had no idea that this was no accident at all. Rafe had been swapping out your birth control pills for placebos and poking holes in every condom he put on. Of course one of his favorite things about you being pregnant was that he could finally fuck you raw now.
Pregnancy hormones had definitely upped your libido at the beginning of your pregnancy, a fact that thrilled Rafe. He had never felt so desired by you, and he was more than happy to oblige with all of your requests.
Anytime you were feeling under the weather or upset about something, Rafe would coax you into bed and eat you out for what felt like hours. He loved your changing body so much, always kissing and sucking on your full, sensitive breasts and rubbing your growing tummy. The blond would slowly delve between your plush thighs, gingerly kissing and nipping at your soft skin before turning his attention to your already slick pussy, eagerly lapping up your juices and teasing your clit.
Rafe loved to satisfy you, but he also loved to draw it out as long as possible, keeping you on the brink of coming for ten minutes before finally giving in to your begging whimpers. He loved the feeling of you coming on his tongue, the way you tasted and how you squirmed in his grasp, tears forming in your eyes when you whined that it was too much for you.
You would come again just from him teasing you with the tip of his cock, rubbing it along your messy slit and tapping it against your already tender clit.
When he pushed all of himself inside of you, you hissed in a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his broad shoulders.
Rafe loved watching your face as he fucked you, the way your eyes would unfocus as you looked up at him, your plump lips separating and the beautiful sound of your moans and whimpers was almost enough to make him bury his load in you immediately, but the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his cock was a sensation he didnât want to give up just yet.
He plunged himself into your dripping pussy over and over again, filling you up in a way that made your eyes squeeze shut, toes curling as you clung to him.
After you came a third time, tensing around him and crying as you mindlessly babbled through whimpers, Rafeâs large hand covered your mouth, and the doe eyes you gave him as he frantically rutted into you made him spill all of his warm cum into your soaked cunt.
Every time he pulled out of you, he would reach for your sensitive pussy, spreading your lips and watching his cum begin to drip out of you before pushing it deeper inside your pussy with two fingers. God he wished he could get you pregnant again while you were already pregnant. Just one kid wasnât enough for Rafe Cameron, and unbeknownst to you, he had plans for the two of you to have a large family.
Gradually, as your body changed, so did your sex drive. Rafe showered you with compliments as always, reminding you constantly how much he loved your body and the way it looked now, which made you a bit torn. Personally, you felt you were now less desirable, and it made you much more reluctant to give in to his high demands.
Rafe respected your boundaries at first, although he never failed to complain about his needs not being met, and even though you were sure of your decisions, you couldnât help but feel guilty that you couldnât satisfy him sexually every night.
After a full week of you denying him, Rafe was fed up with your ânoâsâ
âMaybe we shouldnât have sex tonight Rafe,â you nervously stammered. âIâm just not feeling the best about my body right now.â
âSo let me make you feel good baby,â Rafe purred in your ear, sensually rubbing your thighs, which you were squeezing together.
You still didnât feel up to having sex tonight, and you told your boyfriend as much, but it was like he wasnât listening to you.
His fingers creeped down your thighs, his strong arms slowly pried your legs apart and you flinched when he began rubbing you over the fabric of your shorts.
âRafe, please.â You begged with him, anxiety building in your chest when he still didnât stop.
âPlease what?â He mocked you, slipping his fingers past your panties and teasing your clit. You squirmed in his grasp, a sick feeling settling in your gut when you realized Rafe was determined to get what he wanted.
When you tried to push his hand away, the other flew out, slapping you across the face, hard enough to shock you without leaving a mark.
âStop fucking moving!â He shouted at you and you could feel tears welling behind your eyes. âYouâre gonna hurt our baby.â
You tried to tell him that you didnât want to have to fight off your boyfriend of 3 years, that you were only resisting in the first place because he hadnât respected your âno,â but when Rafe pushed all of himself inside of you with one thrust, your mind went blank and you froze beneath him.
âFuck, Y/N,â he groaned, arms shaking slightly as he basked in the feeling of your unprepared cunt squeezing his cock. âI swear to god, youâve only gotten tighter, baby. Yâfeel so good.â
Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks, from both physical discomfort and distress at what your boyfriend was doing to you, the way he was violating you.
Every stroke of his cock was agonizing, and even after your body had adjusted and it began to feel good, the fact that you hadnât wanted this at all tainted the entire experience. You felt ashamed by the delicious way his cock stretched you out and how your body reacted to his touch.
You had given up fighting back altogether, Rafeâs thinly veiled threat echoing in your ears every time you wanted to push him off of you, although his hands had yours gripped so tight, there was no chance you could have gotten away.
You were scared because Rafe was hurting you, but you were even more terrified at the thought of him hurting your baby.
When your release hit you unexpectedly, you felt utterly betrayed by your body. Your tear choked whimpers filled the room as you came around him, accompanied by the lewd sounds of Rafe plunging his cock into you repeatedly.
Rafe sneered down at you as he snapped his hips against yours, âI thought you didnât want this, hm? So reluctant until I stuff my cock in you and then you canât get enough.â
His words made your face burn with shame, and your stomach flipped in disgust at both him and yourself.
When his free hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes widened and you jerked against his touch, but his hold on you was unwavering and unforgiving.
âIâm not gonna let you walk all over me just because youâre pregnant.â Rafe seethed, his pace picking up as he chased his release. âYouâve got my kid growing inside you. Just means you belong to me now even more than you did before.â
His fingers tightened around your throat as he came, choking you so hard your vision started to grow fuzzy and black around the edges. The feeling of his sticky cum coating your walls made you want to throw up.
Rafe pulled out and you realized he was talking to you, but you couldnât hear anything he said, you just nodded numbly, trying to come back to reality as your ears rang and his muffled voice filled the tense air that was permeating the room.
â-maybe now youâll actually fucking listen to me,â he rambled on, and as you nervously laid in bed beside him, trying to doze off and forget everything that he had just done to you, you realized you were utterly terrified of your boyfriend.
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summary: is he perfect? no, just like anyone else. but there will always be something about him. (aka a snippets of one of many, many things he will do for you.)
notes: missing lovesick bllk boys trope for a hot minute while doing other stuffs. short and light stuffs to scratch the itch. was about to isagi and nagi, but turns out self control is still a thing for me. warning: none, just minor swearing + fluffs capital f of smitten boys, chigiri is ready to fight for you. reader's gender unspecified.
characters: rin, chigiri, kaiser.
itoshi rin is very, very much very obvious in his favoritism to you. so obvious that both his teammates and his brother told him to tone it down a little bit. of course, rin only scoffs and tells them to mind their own business (actually he said it more as âfuck off, cretinsâ, but details). but, really, no one could exactly blame them. this guy could be in an ongoing tirade about how person a is an utterly pathetic soggy wet trash, then you greet him with a smile and he turns into a cold, suave, rich boyfriend on a snowy winter day. drape his jacket on you, hold your hand, and âlet you hug him from behind while discreetly intertwining your finger with hisâ type of stuff. itâs a bit disgusting, honestly. and no one wants to start commenting on how he immediately looks in your direction after scoring a goal. also if he buys something, the only one who has the slightest bit of hope of ever receiving anything is his brother hereâand that chance is very miniscule on its own since none of them are you. put simply, itâs a bit infuriating, yet undeniably infuriatingly cute in its own way to watch. especially when there is a very high chance you will be the one and only romance this anti-social guy will ever have. everyone in the team supports the two of you, but by gods maybe please do something about him a little bit?
chigiri hyoma will never let anyone hurt you. itâs common knowledge already that he takes no shit from anyone and ever since he has seen you as âthe oneâ, he pretty much already thinks of you as an inseparable part of his life already. so, in other words, that means you have gotten yourself a boyfriend who is ready to become a biting guard dog at a moment's notice. someone insults you? tries to physically harm you? oh, baby, hold your boyfriend back because he is also known to get angry real quick. save his reputation and hold himself back from spouting words that would make someoneâs ancestors cry or, worse, from beating someone up. this is a speedster athlete trained by ego jinpachi himselfâno one could escape unscathed from something like that. but hey, this is someone who naturally turns into a shoujo manga male lead with soft gazes and flowery smiles the moment you put a hand on his cheek. this is, in a way, just another way for him to protect and make sure of your comfort. also, he needs to have an outlet for the less soft part somewhere other than soccer.
michael kaiser is very reliable and observant, despite whatever persona or deflection he will give you even in the âofficial alreadyâ part of your relationship. this guy has a high ego and puts on an air of someone high and mighty, beyond your league. but everyone all knows if you get to the part where he proudly lets you wear his clothes or makes sure you stay pressed to his side during walks, he is down bad. still, for his sake and maybe everyone elseâs, let him take care of you and act casually about it. donât point it out when he suddenly crouches down and ties your untied shoelaces, keep talking as if nothing happened when he puts a hand in the small of your back, and just act as if nothing happened when he gives someone a ferocious glare while making sure you cling unto his arm. donât praise or, god forbid, swoon at those. it will only make him get flustered and lose his composure or, worse, get real annoying. he is indeed good at the whole act of service thing, surprisingly, but please do remember his attitude is indeed also in the âpiece of shitâ category most of the time. just let the yellow and blue betta fish swim at his own pace and let what means to happen in the future, happen at its own time, including giving praises to him without him reacting like a lovesick brat.
#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock fluff#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#blue lock imagines#bllk scenarios#itoshi rin#chigiri hyoma#michael kaiser#bllk chigiri#bllk rin#bllk kaiser#itoshi rin x reader#chigiri hyoma x reader#michael kaiser x reader#rin x reader#kaiser x reader#chigiri x reader#chigiri fluff#kaiser fluff#rin fluff#bllk fluff#my favorites tropes for them honestly in other words#and hey chigiri i miss you boy. while kaiser... even if my friend called me a tsundere towards him i digress. will still fight him#mostly tho is practice to get rin that is more smitten than grumpy. like im trying to grasp around#also rin phase is coming i can feel it
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