#hes so........🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[ruinix]

Quinn being all clingy after you came home from a business trip. Can I ask for...no smut...or not... idk

Hello, lovely. I don't mind writing no smut. 🫡🥹 I fear I have written this with slight angst… I don’t know why. I’m sorry if you don’t want that. [Anyway, there is a bonus content for this with your POV (it's the voices, i swear), but you don’t need to read it.] Hopefully, you’ll like this. 🧎🏻‍♀️

TW/CW: None, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), showering together (conserve water jk), a dash of separation anxiety Quinn so a bit of Angst, Comfort

Count: 1483 words (+ 483) | Masterlist

You’re still not home. Quinn paces again and again. You still haven’t messaged him when he told you to text him if you landed. He wants to pick you up in the airport, but you refused him. Now, he’s here stressing because you still haven’t messaged him.

He's not used to you going on a business trip. You go on vacation, sure, but he’s usually there with you. He’s not used to not seeing you next to him when he wakes up. Not used to the silence of his—and your—house anymore.

He can cope when it’s him on a road trip, because he is not here. He doesn’t see your clothes, your towels, your perfumes, your trinkets, your plants, and everything else in a hotel room. There are no hints and memories of you there. He calls you every time. He sees you doing your stuff—work or hobbies—with yourhome in the background. It eases his soul.

But not this. Not this house with your things and no you. No soft hums. No walking and pacing, just because. No you on lazing on the sofa with whatever show on one TV, reserving the other for him. No keyboard sounds of you typing. No you eating dinner with him. He hates it.

It's the worst. The worst week of his life.

Everything is not right when you’re not here.

His home is not a home without you. He needs you here.

His heart squeezes. Tears glaze his vision. You’re just gone for a week and he’s losing it. He’s usually gone for a couple for his road trips. You must be enduring this. You are so much stronger than him. You are patiently waiting for him while also cheering him on every time. Unlike him who is being all pathetic because you’re just gone for a week—

Quinn hears the front door open and close. He immediately turns and sees you with your suitcase and a huge bag of chocolates…and flowers? Whatever, because relief is flooding his body.

You’re here.

“Quinn, I’m home!” You dash towards him.

You’re home.

Quinncatches you in a tight embrace. He says, “Welcome back.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a big inhale. Roses, today.

He misses you so much. He misses this. Holding you. Feeling how perfect you feel in his arms. Basking in your warmth.

It doesn’t matter if you didn’t tell him your plane landed. You’re here. That’s enough.

“Quinn,” you giggle, pressing a kiss on his neck, your hands pushing him off.

It makes him swallow a whine. He doesn’t want to part from you. Even an inch distance is making him want to cry.

“I got you chocolates and flowers.” You push them to his arms. “I need to shower,” you say, kissing him on the lips, walking towards the bedroom.

He blinks at the gifts. He thought it was yours. It’s…for him? His heart speeds up. His spirit that was down in the depths of loneliness lifts. You brought him flowers. Him. Flowers. And chocolates.

He feels nothing else but giddy as he places them on the counter and hastily puts them in a vase. He needs to trim up the stems. Put water in it. Research what these flowers are. He has no clue. Later. He’ll do that later.

Now, Quinn wants to be with you. The smallest distance from you right now is making his head spin, his heart ache. He can’t not be with you right now. He’ll die.

He stands at the bathroom door that’s ajar. He can hear the shower running, can feel its steam, can see the trail of clothes on the floor which he knows you’ll put away after your shower. Just one of your silly quirks.

“Can I join you?” He asks, knocking on the doorframe.

“Yes please,” you reply.

He’s so quick to undress. He joins you in the unexplainably hot shower. It doesn’t matter to him even if it’s scalding to the point of burns—it’s not. It doesn’t matter. No hot water can come between him and you. He hugs you from behind, humming when you say you want to shampoo your hair. It can wait.

“Just wanna hug you.” He kisses your temple. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Quinny.” You turn your head and smile so lovingly. “But I really need to shower. I came from the airport. It was a long flight.”

He's so mesmerized with the water cascading your skin. With the lightest pout on your lips when he doesn’t let go. With your lips still stained by your lipstick. With how your wet lashes group together. With the curves of your eyebrows. Every feature he has memorized, dreamed about, and kissed. You’re marvelous.

Why did the week rob him of you? Why did it feel like you were gone for much longer? Why did it hurt so much this time?

“Quinn?” you calls in worry, spinning to face him, hands on his cheeks. “Why are you crying, my Love?”

“Not crying,” he shakily says. “It’s just water.”

“Don’t lie to me, Quintin.”

He shudders, leaning against the wall, taking you with him. “You weren’t home.” It sounds so pathetic, his voice breaking. “I know it’s work. I know. I understand but you weren’t home. It was so quiet. I’m not used to quiet anymore.”

You turns of the water, hugging him. One hand around waist. One hand on his nape to hold him, forehead to forehead. You let him sob. Every tear feels like release of every chain weighing him down. Every broken breath comes easier and better. All because of your touch, your warmth, your presence. God, he misses you.

“I don’t want you to think you can’t go on another trip, because of this, because of me. You can. I just…It hurts,” he admits.

Your lips capture his. A small, chaste kiss that eases his soul. You rub your hand over his chest where his heart slowly mends itself just by being with you.

You gently say, “I’ll always come home to you, Quinn.”

“Please do.” He tightens his hug. “Please.”

“I promise.” You grab his cheeks. “Do the same for me?”

“You’re my home.” Quinn presses a kiss on your palms, murmuring his promises and affirmations, capitalizing on your touch. “You complete me.”

Quinn knows you would retort that you two are complete pieces that perfectly fits together. But you don’t today. You only smile as you repeat his words. Oh, his love for you just grows day by day. Moment by moment.

After a few more minutes of just hugging each other, you shower. Quinn just stands there, while you do your routine. He helps when you need to scrub your back and your legs—he doesn’t mind going on his knees to do so—or wash away the suds from your hair.

Even if he gets soapy, he remains there with a hand constantly touching you. Your hip. Arm. Back. Shoulder. Your finger. The tips of your hair. He can’t not touch you. You let him, perfectly understanding how to soothe his need.

He's happy just helping you shower. Then you turn on him and wash him. He already took a shower this morning, but shamelessly, he can’t turn you away. He’ll spoil right back…later. Now, he likes your attention. He relishes your touch, your stories about your trip, your new skincare finds, and most of all, your smiles. You’re so beautiful. So gentle when you condition his hair.

“There we go. Now both of us are clean.” You brush your nose against his. “Boop.”

He misses that. Your silliness. He’s not making it up when he says you complete him. It’s real. So real because you make him happy. You make him feel loved. That’s enough for Quinn. You’re enough.

Oh, he loves you so much.

When both of you are dry including your hair, you cuddle together on your bed, wearing matching sweatpants and sweatshirts. Both of your hands casually slides underneath your shirts, drawing circles on each other’s backs.

Quinn shares what he did during the week. He tells you about the white socks he mistakenly included with the colors which made it an ugly gray. About the media he’s done for the Canucks’ social media. About the potatoes he stupidly burned this morning because he was out of it. About the dinner with his teammates.

He tells you different things.

Simple things.

But you stare at him with sparks in your eyes. Your gentle voice resonates in his chest as you ask and share too.

It spurs him on to ramble.

On and on.

Until both of you are yawning and blinking slowly. Quinn swears he can hear your heartbeats seemingly in sync. Strong for one another. A little lullaby that pushes you two to slumber.

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ Bonus: Your POV ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

You stare at Quinn. His hands are all wrapped up around your middle. His legs are tangled with yours. His soft exhales tickle your face, but you let it. You want to tug on his long eyelashes. No, you are going to tug on them when he suddenly murmurs your name. It stops you from pestering him, but it doesn’t stop you from slipping your arms beneath his so you can hug him. He does the same, pulling you further into him. All while still sleeping.

He’s so pretty when he sleeps. So adorable. Pressing a ghost of a kiss on his nose, you continue to silently gaze at him. 

You two has slept from yesterday’s afternoon through today’s morning. Quinn is still sleeping, but you’ve been awake for an hour. It’s a long sleep but not surprising. It happened many times before. Just the two of you sleeping though everything. Too comfortable in your private bubble.

Your heart tugs. You’re so comfortable with him. So deeply in love with Quinn.

His cuddles are something you always miss whenever he’s on the road. Even more when you were on your trip. When he cried yesterday… your heart squeezes. It hurts to see him cry—hurts to think about it.

Although, Quinn being so clingy makes you warm all over. It’s his need for you. Not his pain. Never his pain. It’s the way he keep touching you even when you were showering. The way he melts into your touch. You like that. You love that, because you also cling to him. So. Much.

You bought him chocolates and flowers because he deserves them too. Deserves to know your love. He’s always been working so hard.

The shower with him is great, but you can top that. Stealthily, you slip from his hold, replacing yourself with a nearby pillow and a stuffed toy—a bear with a small Canucks jersey and a number 43—for good measure.

Quinn likes baths. He always joins you, so to spoil your beloved, you start a bath. Vanilla sounds great today—

“You were gone,” his panicked voice made you jump more than his sudden touch.

It hasn’t been five minutes. “Just preparing us a bath, Quinn.”

“I wanna do that with you. I’ll do it with you.”

Quinn doesn’t really need to panic or be desperate. You’ll do whatever he wants. You guess your Quinn is still needy and hurt. Good thing, you’re here to make him feel better. You hold his hands tightly, nodding before kissing him. The small shudders that wreck his body thrums your soul.

Well then, you need to call for a day-off tomorrow.

For your Love who needs reassurance that you will be with him forever.

For your Quinn who desperately yearns for your touch.

Well, you also feel the same way, so it’s no big deal. Not at all. Never at all.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

On your knees,” he murmured, voice rough like a blade against leather. It's as if he knew what you were coming here to find.

Yes? Any day? 🧎🏻‍♀️

“You wear a noble’s silk,” he mused, running the edge of your stola between his fingers. “Yet you kneel as if you were born a whore.”

Just for you babe 🤤

OMG This was so hot 🥵 I would love a part 2 with a full orgy, just saying 😏

One Of The Girls | Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x 3 F!Nameless OCs | ~1.1k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: General Acacius has three women that he keeps solely for his indulgent pleasure and control, you want to become the fourth.

Tags: voyeurism, marcus has multiple partners, dom!marcus tbh, sub!reader and sub!ocs, brief descriptions of sexual acts (riding, blowjob), probably not historically accurate we're just vibing here, era typical patriarchal bullshit, the girls kiss, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able bodied, has no defining physical descriptions except that she wears a stola, all three ocs are blank slates so imagine your favorite ladies (pls... for me 🫶🏽), any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: the general brainrot is real, sorry not sorry. this is my submission to @chaotic-mystery's WIRED 4 YOU challenge 🖤 thank you so much for hosting this, mads and i hope you have a wonderful birthday ✨ i had track ten from act i: one of the girls by the weeknd ft lily-rose depp and jennie 🕯️ the entire soundtrack of this cursed show is my guilty pleasure, so when i saw this song listed i just knew i had to snatch it on up 🙂‍↕️ hope you all enjoy, and as always let me know what you think! 🖤

The torches flickered in their sconces, casting long shadows against the marble walls of the bathhouse. Steam curled in the air, thick with the scent of myrrh and rose water, as you pressed yourself deeper into the alcove, hidden from the elite revelers who moved like phantoms through the night. Your silk stola, far too fine for this place, clung to your damp skin, but you did not care. Your eyes were on him.

General Acacius reclined against the polished stone, his greying brown curls damp with heat, a scar cutting across his nose, another on his cheek. His curved nose and full beard lent him an air of authority, a warlord draped in debauchery. Golden skin glistened with perfumed oil, emphasizing the sinew of his powerful frame as he indulged in his pleasures.

Three women surrounded him, each a jewel he had obtained from faraway lands to serve his singular desires. They were not merely whores—no, they were his playthings, dolls, hand-selected and molded to his tastes.

One knelt between his thighs, obedient lips wrapped around his thick cock, her devotion evident in every languid stroke of her tongue and lewd gag.

Another straddled his thick thigh, her body moving in slow, torturous rhythms as his large hands guided her hips with an authority that left no room for disobedience, her pussy leaking and swollen.

The third, delicate as a carved figurine, poured honeyed wine between her breasts, offering him the indulgence of licking it from her skin, lips wrapping around her nipple, her moans as sweet as the nectar that dripped from her.

They were his spoils, his prizes. Coming to him willingly, enamored by his reputation, eager to be chosen.

Each bore the mark of his ownership in some way—golden torques around their throats, inked symbols along their soft and pretty skin, the whisper of his name in their sighs.

He was their god, their tyrant, their salvation.

A sharp pang of envy curled in your belly, molten and relentless.

You wanted to be them.

Not one of the noble daughters doomed to a lifeless marriage, bartered off like a prize goat for the sake of political gain. No, you wanted to be owned—wholly, irrevocably—by him.

The first time you heard whispers of his indulgences, you had thought them scandalous. A man of bloodshed, ruthless on the battlefield, bringing that same ruthless discipline into the bedroom. But when you had seen him that night, wielding pleasure like a weapon, you had known—this was the life you were meant for.

Since then, obsession had taken root in you, winding tight around your ribs, pressing against your lungs with every thought of him. You spent your days languishing in fantasies, picturing what it would be like to be one of his girls—to be chosen, touched, tamed.

You imagined the weight of his hands—strong, calloused, pressing into your flesh, leaving evidence of his conquering. How his voice, rough and commanding, would send tremors of lust down your spine, each syllable laced with the promise of exquisite torment.

You ached for the sharp sting of his discipline, the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure that would shatter you and sculpt you anew beneath his relentless touch. Submission. 

But your name, your bloodline, held you in its grip like iron shackles.

Until tonight.

You had risked it all, slipping away from the confines of your family's domus, following the murmured rumors of Acacius’ presence at this private revel. You had stolen past guards and chattering senators, seeking this moment, this glimpse of decadence that sent arousal slicking between your thighs.

And now, as if summoned by your silent yearning, his eyes found yours.

A sharp thrill lanced through you as he tilted his head, dark eyes dragging over you, unreadable yet knowing. The woman in his lap moaned, lost in the pleasure of his cock as she rode him passionately, but Acacius no longer seemed concerned with her. His attention was locked on you.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hand and beckoned.

The breath fled your lungs, knees weakening as heat flooded your cunt. You hesitated for only a moment before stepping from the shadows, your silk-draped form illuminated by the flickering lamplight. The other women watched you with interest, lounging on the lectus with freshly picked fruit between them, naked and caressing one another—but you had no eyes for them.

Acacius leaned forward as you approached, his grip tightening around the waist of the woman in his lap. Without breaking your gaze, he lifted her from his cock with practiced ease, setting her aside like a finished feast.

She let out a breathless giggle, reclining into the embrace of another girl who kissed her with lazy indulgence. There was no jealousy here—only a shared reverence for the man who owned them all.

“On your knees,” he murmured, voice rough like a blade against leather. It's as if he knew what you were coming here to find.

You obeyed, sinking to the marble, the cool stone a sharp contrast to the heat burning inside you. Blood roared in your ears, but you did not tremble. This was what you had prayed for.

His fingers cup the back of your neck, angling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his dark brown eyes.

“You wear a noble’s silk,” he mused, running the edge of your stola between his fingers. “Yet you kneel as if you were born a whore.”

A shiver wracked your spine as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You parted your lips instinctively, your breath warm against his skin.

“Tell me,” he murmured, “do you seek pleasure, or do you seek purpose?”

“Both,” you whispered, voice barely more than breath.

The corner of his mouth curled.

“Then prove yourself worthy.”

Your pulse thundered as he leaned back, legs spread wide in silent command. The other women looked on, not with jealousy, but with knowing approval. They had all been here before. They knew what it meant to serve him, to belong to him. And tonight, they would witness your initiation.

With steady hands, you reached for him, fingers gliding over the rigid heat of his cock, marveling at the weight of him in your palm, how he glistened with the arousal of his lover's cunt. Acacius groaned low in his throat, the sound sending another rush of arousal to your pussy. Your lips parted, eager, hungry, as you lowered your mouth to him—

Tonight, the chains of your status would shatter beneath the weight of your desire.

Tonight, you would become one of his girls.

[organic-bloodbath]

hiiii, can i request some fluff with niragi (cus theres hardly any written about him n it’s a struggle for me😭) anyways, i think anything would be good, whether it be bf headcanons for him or a short scenario, just anything pls im begging u 🧎🏻‍♀️💔

Would you say yes?

Niragi x Reader

Summary: You meet your boyfriend for the first time since the games started. Niragi arranges a dinner for you and has a talk about the future of your relationship when the games would be over.

A/N: We need more Niragi fluff so bad. I'm always sobbing trying to think what i have to write on the search bar to find any fluff.

♤♧

Niragi hadn't seen you in several days. At first, he had counted the days since he had lost you. One, two, three, four… But so many things happening around him, he had lost count. He was sure that you were dead, killed by one of the games if you even had been here at all. If you were alive, you should be here with him right now, by his side, but you weren't. Why weren't you with him?

Niragi took his anger to others, becoming more violent and menace than usual to deal with his emotions. He wanted to blame someone for you being gone. He experienced awful mood swings where one moment he was all chill and chatty, but the next moment he wanted to shoot the brains out from a person standing in front of him if they even glanced at him the wrong way.

The last time he saw you was in the crowded streets of Tokyo when you told him you'd go use the bathroom nearby. Niragi let you go inside alone, obviously he didn't plan to join you in a women's bathroom. You never came back. Niragi had gone to the bathroom where you went later, but you had been nowhere to be found. You had vanished into thin air.

Niragi was now standing by the pool at the Beach, talking with Aguni when Hatter appeared to the pool, though not alone. He had three new people coming after him. Niragi's heart stopped for a second when he recognized one of the three, his legs becoming weak under him.

The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on was currently looking directly at him.

"Y/N?" Niragi breathed out when he looked at you with wide eyes, looking like he had just seen a ghost. Were you real or was he just extremely dehydrated, starting to see things?

You were frozen on your spot, not expecting to actually see him again.

Niragi dropped his rifle on the ground and hurried towards you, pushing one or two people out of his way. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a suffocating hug. You didn't remember when was the last time he hugged you so tightly, desperate to keep you from floating away from him.

You were here, alive. Was this a dream after all? No, he felt your body against him, you were real. You had to be. If it was just a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

He pulled back a little, taking your face into his hands, making sure it was really you.

You put your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. He instantly kissed you back, sneaking his tongue inside your mouth. His hands were back on your waist, tightening his grip on your hips.

"Get a room, you two," Hatter shouted. When you glanced at him, he had a grin spread across his face.

"Mind your own fucking business," Niragi yelled over his shoulder.

He was about to pull you back into his arms to another kiss, but you put your hand on his chest to push him back.

"You heard the man," you grinned. "We'll need to continue that in private." He was already taking your hand in his, about to pull you inside but you didn't move from your spot. "Not now."

"Come on, baby," he whispered and lifted his hand on your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb. "I missed you. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you smiled. "But it'll have to wait."

♤♧

Hatter had assigned a bedroom for you, but Niragi insisted that you'd be staying in his room. There was no way he'd let you out of his sight anymore.

Right now, you were taking a nice, hot shower. God, how much you missed having a proper shower, you had felt so dirty and nasty for several days.

Niragi had disappeared somewhere, vaguely saying he had something he needed to do and would be back soon. He wouldn't tell you what, which felt suspicious, but you didn't put too much thought on that.

You stepped out of the shower, wearing only your towel wrapped around your body. Before you managed to do anything, there was a knock on the door. You approached the door and opened it without another thought. Niragi stood in front of you, hands behind his back. He looked at your figure from head to toe.

"You always open the door half naked for people, huh?" Niragi asked with an angry expression on his face, eyebrows raised up. He pushed himself past you and closed the door before anyone would manage to walk past your room in the corridor, but keeping one hand behind his back. "I could have been anyone, you know. I don't want other men see you like that."

"Calm down," you sighed and rolled your eyes. "It was nobody else now, was it?" You tried to look past him what he was hiding behind his back, but he dodged your curious look by turning his body.

"What's going on?"

He pulled a single red rose behind him, offering it to you.

"I came to ask my girl for a date, of course," he answered, like it was obvious and you should have been aware of his plans. You took the rose between your fingers, blush rising on your cheeks, along with a flattered smile. "I know it's not your favorite flower, but that's all i found right now."

"It's perfect, Niragi, thank you." You pulled him closer by the collar of his black-and-white shirt, taking his lips on yours.

He eyed your half naked body up and down once more, not being very subtle, until returning his gaze back into your eyes. "You know, I'm extremely tempted to just rip that towel off, toss it on the floor and carry you into the bed but let me be a little romantic here, okay?"

"So, a date, huh?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "Where on earth did you plan to take me out here?"

"It's a surprise," he said. "Now come on, get dressed up."

"What's the theme, hm? Fancy, casual, bikinis or what?"

"Wear whatever you'd like," he answered, but then pointed a finger at you. "But no bikinis right now."

"You sure?" you grinned.

"Clothes on, now," Niragi demanded.

"I like when you're all bossy."

"Y/N," Niragi repeated, no tone of joking in his voice. "Now."

"Okay okay, jeez."

♤♧

Niragi had arranged a nice little dinner, just for the two of you, he had even lit some candles to be fancy. It had been a while since the last time he took you on a proper date, but whenever he did, he made sure to put effort on it. Being here right now, you had kind of limited options what you could do on a date.

When you had both finished eating, Niragi turned a lot more serious now.

“Y/N, I… I have something I’d like to talk to you about,” Niragi started, suddenly feeling extremely nervous.

“Alright, what is it?”

"We haven't really talked about our future."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows furrowed.

"Our relationship, you know," he continued. "We've been together for five years and being here, every day a new chance to die, has made me think things."

Niragi took a deep breath and got up from his seat, taking your hand and pulling you up as well. He brushed your knuckles gently with his thumb, having a vulnerable look in his eyes when he looked at you.

"When we get home, i'll propose to you, if you'd like," he suggested.

Your heart started beating faster, shock flowing through your veins. Propose? Getting married was kind of whatever to you, though deep down a part of you did want to get married some day. You just hadn't imagined that Niragi would truly want that so you hadn't given it too much thought.

"Wait, really?" you asked, making sure you hadn't misheard him.

"Only if you promise to say yes because i don't think my ego is able to handle rejection very well," he stated and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Would you? Say yes, i mean?"

You smiled. "Of course i'd say yes, idiot."

He let out a relieved sigh and pressed a kiss on the top of your head, smiling against your hair and pulling you tighter against his chest. He held you like that for a moment, not saying anything in a while.

"You've changed, you know that? While being here," you pointed out.

"Is it a good or bad change?" he asked, a little unsure.

"Well, i'd never want you to change to someone else but it feels like a good one," you assured him. "You're more… serious, I think."

"In our world i was never afraid of losing you but now i almost did," he admitted. "It made me think things a little differently."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling butterflies storming inside your stomach.

"I'll take you on more dates when we get home than what i did before," he promised and put his warm hand on your cheek. "I know i took you for granted. I want to do better, Y/N."

"Niragi, you're too hard on yourself," you comforted him.

"Be honest," Niragi whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do i make you happy?"

"Of course you do," you confirmed, cupping his cheeks in your hands. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't, now would i?"

"Okay," he smiled.

♤♧

Back in your bedroom, you changed into more comfortable clothes, stripping yourself until you were wearing only your underwear.

Niragi came out of the bathroom, taking a step back when he saw you in only your bra and panties. He automatically scanned your body from head to toe with his eyes. You leaned your hand against the wall, the other resting on your hip. He took a deep breath through his nostrils, clear lust in his eyes.

"You like what you see, hm?" you grinned and stepped closer to him, only a small gap between your bodies. You rested your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them down on his chest.

"Oh, you have no idea," he smirked.

"Come on, show me how much you've missed me," you whispered, almost coming off as a whine.

Niragi pushed your hands away, picked up a t-shirt and pulled it over your head. Your jaw dropped a little, shock and confusion filling your mind. He had always taken your shirt off, never putting one back on you.

"Niragi," you said slowly. "Is this a way of saying 'no' to having sex with me? Are you ill?" You put your hand on his forehead to see if it felt hot.

"Y/N, i'm not-"

"First you were ready to almost strip me by the pool and now you're not, huh?" you asked, crossing your arms against your chest. "And you’re saying that women send mixed signals to men."

"I think we should just rest tonight, that alright with you?" he asked, rubbing the sides of your body with his hands.

You narrowed your eyes and after a few seconds you took his head roughly in your hands, starting to yank on his hair and pull his cheeks to act as if you tried to rip his skin off.

"Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend, huh? Come on, take the disguise off already, you filthy impostor," you commanded, making Niragi laugh as he tried to push his hands away from his face. "Don't start bullshitting me and say that you'll want to wait for marriage before having sex with me again. In that case i'll have Hatter marry us."

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Niragi promised and without a warning, he picked you up bridal style in his arms. He looked into your eyes. “I just want to hold you tonight, alright?”

The sweet look on his face made you feel all giddy and warm inside. You didn't see this side of him often, if ever. This gentle and handling you like he'd break you if he held too tight.

Niragi put you down on the bed, sitting next to you. You moved to sit between his legs, laying your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his hand on your stomach. His nose was buried in your hair, making him smell his own shampoo since there had been no other option for you to wash your hair with.

"Um," Niragi mumbled. "We talked about getting married but…"

"But what?"

"What about kids?"

"Kids?" you repeated, now pushing yourself up to properly turn around and face him. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a second he regretted bringing it up. "You want kids?"

"Well, um, you see. I didn't tell you but… i saw a dream about it once," he explained nervously. "You were there, teaching a little toddler to walk. I don't remember all of it. It just made me think and, well, i liked the idea. I think i'd like to have a kid with you some day."

"For real?" you asked, a wide smile spreading on your lips.

"For real."

You turned around to sit on his lap, straddling him with your knees on both of his sides on the mattress. You put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slowly.

"You don't want to start now, hm?" you asked, biting your lip.

"Tempting," he smirked. "But i think it'll have to wait for another time."

You looked shocked. You were literally grinding on his hips wearing only your underwear and he was still saying no?

"Did you come close to death in one of the games and suddenly found God, now wanting to devote yourself to him for the rest of our time here or something?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

Niragi pushed you backwards, making you collapse on the mattress. He crawled on top of you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He pinned your arms on the mattress next to your head. You tried to resist, laughing, but his grip was too firm for you to escape.

"Trust me," he said with a low voice, the tip of your noses almost touching each other. "Normally i'd never refuse but tonight i just want to keep you close to me."

"You're actually serious?" you asked, thinking what kind of switch had been turned around in his head to make him so soft.

He pushed a strand of your hair out of your face, the loving gaze in his eyes filling your stomach with butterflies. He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm serious about you, Y/N. You know that, right?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know," you replied. "I'm serious about you too."

"Good. It'd be really awkward if you weren't," Niragi sighed, relieved. He pressed one more gentle kiss on your lips.

You giggled, and he laid down on the bed next to you, pulling you back on his chest.

"So, how many kids were you thinking about having, hm?" you asked. "Because i've planned to have atleast five."

Niragi sat up in full panic. "Now hold on a second, i said i'm open to have kids but i'm not going to buy a fucking bus to be able to drive my kids to school," he argued.

The image of Niragi driving children to school early in the morning was one of the least realistic thoughts you could think of. Looking at him while he acted the way he did around other people, it was hard to see him as an actual father. Although, you saw sides of him that nobody else could ever see and you knew he'd make a good dad.

"I'm kidding," you giggled. "There's no way i'm pushing more than two babies out of me."

"Don't scare me like that," Niragi sighed, holding his hand against his chest as if he was on the edge of a heart attack, and laid back down on the mattress.

Both of you laid there on your side, bodies facing each other. You were quiet for a moment, just losing yourself into each other's eyes.

"You'd make a good dad, though," you smiled.

"Yeah?" Niragi mirrored your smile. "And you'd make a damn good mom."

You eventually fell asleep in each other's arms, blanket pulled over both of you. Niragi held you close against his chest, giving you no way to escape his hold on you. You were the first to fall asleep, the heat of his skin warming you up just the right amount.

Niragi stayed awake later than you, brushing your hair with his fingers. He had gotten you back, you were there again with him. He had never thought that someone would love him just the way he was enough to agree on marriage and spending the rest of your life together. It felt surreal.

And having a child with you? Niragi didn't know if he would make a good father but the idea of him raising a child with you warmed his heart. He'd try his best to be good.

For you.

If someone asked him about getting married and having a child, he would have laughed at their face how stupid thought that was. That life wasn't meant for him at all. But now? Imagining that life with you? He suddenly wanted that.

"I love you," Niragi whispered against your hair, but you were deep asleep.

[gunsatthaphan]

"let's take it slow."

[quinnswifey43]

the earring has me feral asf bro

[n0hyuck]

guys i’m in love with him omfg it’s not even funny anymore

[hheeluv]

he is so ceo husband coded <3 (jay i have a big ass, i cook i clean btw)

[bakugoyelling]

Giyuu just loves placing a hand on your lower stomach while he's fucking you. It doesn't matter if you're lying on your back or riding him; he likes to press down and feel where he is inside of you. He likes to remind himself that it's his cock you're whining for - breathless moans crying out for him as his thrusts begin to grow harsh. His cock, that has your pussy so messy - sticky clicks of skin against skin as your fluids mix together. His cock that has your thighs shaking - your stomach muscles flexing beneath your skin as his thumb reaches out to rub your clit; eyebrows pulled together as you reach your peak.

Him him him, all of it is for him.

[cheshitora]

ʟᴀᴛɪɴᴏ!ʙᴀᴊɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

:: Speaking Spanish/Swearing ::

tw :: just a lot of swearing tbh

Baji definitely didn't have much influence from his Latino family in his childhood (yk, growing up in Japan and all) so I feel like he'd partly know Spanish, just enough to get him by (like myself).

One thing he does know how to say fluently, as if he truly were a native speaker, are swears and certain phrases. Now, this varies depending on where you see Baji coming from, as each country has their own ways of phrasing certain things (the bottom phrases are in Mexico spanish so might not be the same in other Latin countries).

"Te voy a chingar," - "chingar" has a few meanings but in this context would mean "I'm going to fuck you up"

"No mames," - you might've heard this one before but it's basically like saying "no fucking way"

"Qué putas quieres?" - what the fuck do you want?

"Quítate," - get off me. i also use this like "get away from me"

Some other words I see Baji using a lot too are "cabrón/cabróna," "pendejo/pendeja," and"pinche güey."

I remember on my first HC of Latino!Baji I said he wouldn't use "mami". Maybe on some rare occasion he would. I can definitely see him using "princesa", but not in an endearing way, but to annoy you (hated being called "princesa growing up ngl). He also probably wouldn't use this often since he most likely favors using "pendeja/pendejo" instead.

Another thing about Latino!Baji is that he uses these phrases/words so often that the other guys start to pick them up and use them too. They definitely ask Baji to translate something from Japanese to Spanish and he tries to give them the best translation he can. Mikey and Kazutora definitely ask him the most though, with Mikey eventually using, "hijo de puta" against Draken during an argument.

Kazutora definitely likes using "mami" (cause he thinks he's so cool). He also probably tries to use "güey," or "vato," at random moments that don't seem necessary. Baji spoke more vulgar when he was younger and as he got older, didn't speak as rough and tries to work on vocabulary and grammar. Though every now and then, he throws out a, "cómo chingas" or "no me jodes".

[buggysmain]

Never wanted to ride something so badly in my life

[malinaa]

NORMAL ABOUT JAMESON FIGHTING IN THE DEVIL’S MERCY BOXING RING. SO INCREDIBLY FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS (FROTHING AT THE MOUTH)

[luvscharlos]

???

[dovedewdrop]

Trailing behind him and collecting the rose petals for our bed later that night🤭🌹❤️

[aaniag]

God take me now.... I can't take it anymore.... I'm done...

[rosesvioletshardy]

why did he feel the need to do this? does he not understand i want to live

[yoursselo]

oh mase