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Which obsessed! 141 character is most likely to harm their kidnapped partner? Is the harm minor like a smack or broken bones? I'd like to see a most to less likely scale👉👈
cw: kidnapping, dark fic, physical violence, emotional manipulation, serious wound/blood, minor amputation, description of parental abuse (does not occur in writing, just a personal anecdote). Also sorry I did the scale in reverse!
So I'm gonna say Soap is at the bottom tentatively. It depends on how well you can handle pain. I think he's almost overly empathetic-- he's the type who will cry if he sees someone crying, and wince when he sees someone in pain. So if you're easy to reduce to tears, he won't do very much, if anything. However I can also easily imagine a scenario... Stay with me here.
(So there's a style of corporal punishment, which I'm not going to say is good, but I can see Soap subscribing to it. My grandfather used to put his hand on the top of my fathers head and hit that. This is so that whenever he was giving him corporal punishment, my grandfather hurt himself as well, maybe more so, and wasn't able to forget how much force was being used. Again, not gonna say it was a good thing to do, but there's an amount of logic behind it.)
Anyways, I can see Soap doing that. Any injury he inflicts on you, he'll do to himself. It's almost like he's making his own soulmate style bond. It's another effort on his part to build up a connection between you-- a sort of camaraderie.
I think John cares too much about image to be able to hurt you very much. He won't do anything that will leave marks-- I also think he's the one most likely to take you on outings, so he can't exactly have you looking like an abused spouse. Anything he does is open palmed, nothing that leaves cuts or bruises.
Gaz prefers not to resort to violence, but he's not shy, either. He's more likely to put you in scenarios where its up to you not to get hurt, so less of the burden is on him. Things like holding a knife to your skin so you have to stay completely still. Also in situations where he'll grab, and tell you to say what he wants you to say or he'll just keep twisting.
Ghost is fully willing to hobble you. Not in a permanent way, but if you like running, like fiddling with things you shouldn't be fiddling with-- he will break bones and cut tendons. It is not in a way that causes more pain than needed. He isn't cruel, he doesn't want you to hate him and associate him with pain. So he'll dutifully care for the wound, make sure everything is setting correctly and that you have everything you could ever want while you recover. But it's possible he's only making sure it heals well so that he'll be able to do it again later if needed.
Nikolai's physical punishments will come without warning, without gradation. He'll basically let you rack up sins, offenses, bad behavior-- all while you don't know he's keeping a tab and fully intending for you to pay up when he's ready. And he will do permanent damage. Nikolai will have never once laid a hand on you in violence, and suddenly one day one of your tirades of screaming and calling him a monster ends with your pinky wedged in his bolt cutters, right at the middle knuckle, all while the look on his face doesn't change. And he makes you beg for him to help. Tell him you need him, that you always needed him, that you were being stupid and you didn't mean what you said. If you tell him what he wants to hear? Suddenly he's like a big cuddly bear again, doting on you and cooing poor thing while he neatly bandages and cleans everything, feeds you your favorite meal, doses you with plenty of painkillers and cocktails.
If you refuse to beg? Well, he won't let you die of gangrene or anything. He'll pour the nearest bottle of liquor over a kitchen knife and hold it on the stove for a minute before cauterizing the wound.
When all's said and done, months and months from now, he'll probably get you a decorative silver cap for what remains, finely engraved, with you new last name, perhaps?
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ㅤ✮ Jason Todd (n)sfw headcanons ㅤ✮

SFW
24/25 years old, 6ft3, Latino (from his father's side), half Italian from his mother. Tallest and heaviest of all the kids with a muscle mass higher than Bruce’s. Tan skin colour, faint old scars —especially near his hands/back/chest. Green blue eyes, black curly hair with the white stripe at the front from the pit. I personally hc that he still has the Y autopsy scar. He has tattoos, a chest one at that, and one on his thigh particularly, that covers some of the biggest scars he has. Probably the most “hairy”— his hair grows fast. Long eyelashes, faint beard that doesn’t get too long. Chest/leg hair. HAPPY TRAIL
He uses the all blades
I see him as someone who after all of the shit he faced, he finally went to therapy and is maybe one of the first of the family who took the step to do so.
On the asexual scale and unlabelled? Vibes of “I like who I like despite of the gender but bc of their mind”.
brave, impulsive, loud-mouthed, and street-smart and emotionally smart. He can read your body language to filth. Kind of a loner. Prefers to stay in, enjoy life for its quietness after everything. He likes to keep things in order. His apartment is modest, despite having enough money he chooses to decorate it with second hand stuff. Hard to open up but once you gain his trust you have a loyal friend by your side. Someone that will literally come and see you at 3am if you need
Rocky relationship with the batfamily. Doesn’t attend galas, barely shows up at the manor but will make his appearance for family holidays. He still sees them as family, and families are complicated
A reader and lives mostly in his books thus in his head.
Theatre kid—but the one who loved watching it, never had the chance to take part in it. Lover of metal and rock music. A good chef, the best out of the guys. He was the academically inclined kid, not Tim. Jason LOVED school, to the point of skipping patrol to study because that’s who he is.
The first to retire from being a vigilante. And you bet your ass once married this man will pack you and him up and leave Gotham City with flash’s speed lmao. The most likely to live a peaceful, low life somewhere in a rural area, in a cottage with his spouse, 2 cats and 2 baby girls
Most likely to date a civilian
This man, WILL be a husband and a father one day. He just has this hidden nurturing side that not many get to see but it’s there. Biological or adoptive, stay safe, he will create his own kids army. Also dad girl all the way.
NSFW
I see him as asexual, like I have said. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have nor craves sex, being asexual is a spectrum. For me jason is demisexual, someone who craves a sexual connection only after having established a deep intellectual and emotional connection with the other person.
With that said, I cannot see him as some brute who will toss you around and have his way. I mean, objectively speaking, he has some traumas relevant to being emotional/intimate and sex is such an intimate act. It’s scary. As the relationship progresses, i can see him being more comfortable in initiating, trying new things, being more spontaneous and maybe a bit more rough. But gun, knife kink? The same guy who uses those everynight to hurt criminals, using the same objects on you? yeah, no. not to mention being restrained, after the trauma he faced with his death.
So, sex with him it’s extremely intimate. He is trusting you to see a part of him he never shows to anyone else. He is most likely a virgin when you two meet, with only going as far with foreplay w past partners
Likes to be on top, but i wouldn’t say he is a dom. Switch leaning
Breeding kink… yeah, i said it lol. He does that thing of thrusting and just before finishing he pulls almost all out, leaving just the very beginning of the tip. As he starts to come he will thrust in one last time
Initially not a very big talker, but as time goes by and he becomes more comfortable, he would be more comfortable in showing his moans and grunts. Though, he definetly swears
Praises are more reserved for aftercare, soft, gentle words whispered in your skin as you two cuddle
Definitely a fan of cowgirl. I see him as a boob and thighs guy. So, fav position to hold for sure.
He might not use many words, but his actions speak for himself. From the gentle kisses that linger on your lips and skin, to the eye contact, to the caresses…
This man will eat you out like a starved man. Nothing else to add
His fav nights are when you two have a full on romantic night, although you dont explicitly say so. You two are more softer with each other, thrusts are less frantic and more deep than usual, making you feel every inch and vein of his. He is quietly moaning in your neck, as your legs are wrapped around his lower back, holding him so close to you that there’s basically no space left in between
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declan o'hara - nsfw alphabet



ᡣ𐭩 for all my declan lovers (including me) ᡣ𐭩 nsfw content, mdni, 18+ ᡣ𐭩 more declan writing will be coming soon, don't worry! these are easy to fill out and write so hopefully this sates you all mwah
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
his aftercare takes a minute to start. he's usually so intense that the both of you really need a moment to catch your breath and come back down to reality. once he's reverted to normal, he can check in on you, offer a warm cloth, or cold glass of water. when the two of you are physically feeling better, he'll pull you into his big chest, all warm and protected, and probably light a cigarette.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves his arms and shoulders. it's not that he really works out and carves them, but he knows he's a big man and flexing them the right way gets you going. he likes being able to encase you in them, holding you as close as possible.
as for you, i think he's an ass man for sureeee. his hands always fly to your cheeks, both in the bedroom and outside of it. his palm covers so much of the skin and he just loves the feeling of squeezing it between his fingers. please wear some tight dresses and pants and bend over directly in front of him.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he wants to cum in you every single time. you might want to consider going on some sort of birth control too just in case. he just loves fucking into you so deep and just as he's finishing, he'll push in to the hilt and fill you up with himself. he could genuinely go for a second round in just a second once he sees the mix of your cum and his seep out of you. gosh, he's dirty.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has so many fantasies in his head of what he wants to do to you, especially in a more roleplay style too. like he imagines you as his receptionist that he can bend over his desk, hike up your tight pencil skirt, and use you. or he daydreams about coming home to you in the kitchen with a skimpy outfit and apron on and eating you out against the kitchen counter.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he's pretty experienced, but not as much as other characters in the show (hint, hint). like he knows how to make someone feel good and is pretty confident in his skills too! his body count may not be as high, but to him, the quality really matters more than the quantity. and with the way he undos you during sex, you'd certainly agree.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves anything where he can grip and squeeze and smack your ass. he enjoys doggy because it offers him the easiest access to your ass. when he's feeling really intimate and serious, he loves laying you flat on the bed and pushing himself on top of you. makes him feel so close to you, but also enjoys the way your ass can push against his hips.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's so serious when he has sex. it's all about you and him and everything else fades out. in the lead up, he might be full of some dark chuckles at your neediness or quiet laughter while you're flirting. but once his lips are on yours and his hands are roaming your body, he's replaced with this stoic, dominant declan.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he's not like a jungle, but he certainly doesn't groom himself to the point where he's clean shaven. i mean, look at his chest and his mustache. woof. he probably trims it to a reasonable amount, but doesn't put much effort into it otherwise. it's curly and wavy though, like his hair.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he's much more of a spur of the moment, making out from the front door to the bedroom kinda guy. i don't see him as the man to decorate your bedroom in rose petals. that doesn't mean he isn't intimate and romantic in the act though! he's all about whispering sweet and kind, but also terribly filthy things in your ear while he's unraveling you below him. he makes sure you know just how beautiful he finds you the whole night.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he's not above jerking off, but he knows he'll be coming back to your delicious body every night, so why would he? unless you're gone for a while, or he's off doing stuff for venturer overnight, he'll probably hold off. that isn't to say though that when you might be sending him particularly raunchy texts (for modern declan) or have left him wanting more of you, he won't go into the bathroom and ease the painful bulge beneath his pants. it's just not very common when he'd rather be on you as soon as he steps in the door.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
he's pretty dominant and enjoys taking control in the bed. he wants you to listen to him and give yourself over to him. it's the highest compliment. he loves biting and marking badddd. gets so aroused in the morning when he sees the hickeys he left on your skin from the night before. loves cockwarming on lazy days inside. i don't think he's a full sadist, but really gets off seeing his large red handprint on your ass. he's just possessive and loves making you his every night. also likes being called daddy in the right headspace.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
loves doing it anywhere in the house. not a very public sex person, but if its within the confines of his home, he's on. probably likes the bedroom the most, but for spur of the moment quickies, he likes taking you against the kitchen counter or on the couch or even on the floor by the fireplace after a failed movie night.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
unfortunately, one of his most toxic traits is that arguments and fighting really get him going. if he ever feels threatened by someone else, he'll take it out of them depending on the severity, but then fucks you within an inch of your life, reminding you in a deep voice who you belong to. he's also the type of person to get really turned on seeing you disheveled, or even just with a messy bun and pajamas.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
could never be fully submissive. definitely wouldn't mind handing you some of the reins and letting your hands guide him where you want him, but don't expect him to get on his knees anytime soon and bend to your every will with a "yes ma'am." another turn off is probably being rude or dismissive to his children. like, if he heard that you had made taggie upset someway, he would lose a lot of attraction to you.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
is such a munch, good lord. loves getting so messy with it. isn't very calculated with his movements, but instead dives in passionately with his tongue flat. he comes up for air disheveled, mustache and lips glistening, then goes back in. if you allow him, he'd spend forever down there. as for receiving oral, he loves it. unfortunately though, he has to stop before he cums so he can keep going the rest of the night. he likes to hold your hair tight and control your pace, but will be receptive if you're uncomfortable or in pain.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
majority of the time, he's fast and rough. especially after an argument or while he's jealous. but he can be slow and sensual!! sometimes he's tired or had a bad day or just really really feeling love for you and he wants to take his sweet time unraveling you and showering you in as much love as he can. those moments are just more uncommon than him fucking you with as much passion as he can.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he doesn't mind them, but they're not his favorite. he'd prefer to take his time with you, but sometimes the timing just isn't right and he needs you now. or maybe you're just looking too damn fine and you have the house all to yourself and he lifts you against the kitchen counter. his quickies are rough and needy and sinful. he's grunting as sweat beads along his brow. he finishes inside of you and when he has to go about the rest of the day, he just thinks about you going about your day with him still inside you. freak.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's down to try things out! like, if you're reading a particularly filthy romance novel and he manages to figure out what about it is enticing to you, he's so willing to try it out himself. there's only a few things that he'll immediately reject, but he loves making things fun in the bedroom for the two of you. honestly, though, he's kind of impatient and doesn't really like doing things by trial and error, so he usually looks into how to make certain things work before trying it for the first time. as for risks, he's down for some things. wouldn't particularly mind risky settings, but he is somewhat of a public personality so there a few things he'll deny if it gets too risky.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he can go for like two to three rounds before he's pretty spent. this number might be a lot bigger if he's one of those bouts where he's pouring himself into his work and doesn't get to devote as much time to his personal life. he can make himself last for a pretty long while. he just has to stop you before cumming because he can get to into the good feeling and before he realizes it, he's finished and now can't give as much of himself to you as he wants.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i think he's old fashioned in that the best tools are on his body already. i don't think he'd mind if you had a vibrator or something similar to use when he's not there, but he's not going to be reaching for it in the middle of sex. honestly, i feel like he'd see a vibrator as a competition and try to make you finish better than it can. fic idea?
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
i don't think he's that big of a tease tbh. at least not intentionally. if anything, he's more teasing in that his big palm rests on your thigh underneath the dining table and when he enters into some passionate conversation, he subconsciously grips it and you have to bite your lip to suppress your moan. or he's just looking soooo good in that venturer t-shirt talking to everyone and shaking hands and showing off his arms and he has no idea what he's doing to you.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he's such a grunter. and he whispers little "fucks" under his breath. when he gets closer to finishing though, they start morphing into louder groans and when he cums in you, it's like one big crescendo that all comes crashing down. he lovesss hearing the noises he draws out of you though. encourages you to be loud and wants to hear how good he's making you feel.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
probably praises and compliments and talks about you to rupert and freddie all the time. they're all sitting around in a bar drinking and suddenly freddie is asking rupert about cameron and rupert is asking freddie about lizzie and they both turn to declan and ask about you. he gushes about you, then lowers his voice and talks about just how sexy and perfect and wonderful you are. he's got rather loose lips but he'll never reveal the private details. he just wants everyone to know that you are the most perfect person in the whole world and you're all his to enjoy.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he's pretty thick. average length i think, but he makes up for it in the way that he stretches you out. it's a painful pleasure, one that makes you wince at his first entrance, but then makes you throw your head back, eyes rolled in pure bliss once he gets going.
y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
depends on his week, really! sometimes he's so focused on venturer or focused on his next interview that his brain capacity is filled. in times like those, he might need some extra encouragement in the form of you harmlessly flirting with rupert or presenting yourself to him in his study completely naked. if everything has leveled out and he's just having a good week, he could fuck you silly every single night.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
sometimes it can be within minutes if you've gone particularly hard. he falls off you, down to your side where he pulls you into his strong chest and holds you until he starts snoring. sometimes, he might enjoy running his hands along your body, tracing little shapes into them while you're turned on your side, cuddled close to his chest.
need him bad.
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the itadori house always smells faintly of clean laundry.
it's not because the two boys who live there are particularly diligent about staying on top of their housework—the towering pile of recyclables in the corner of the kitchen is proof enough of that—but it's because the first time yuuji had tried to do his own laundry, he used way too much detergent. the ensuing tsunami of soap suds had flooded nearly half-way across the tiny apartment—coating the floors, the baseboards, and anything else in its path, in a slippery (though pleasantly fragranced) froth that took DAYS for the two brothers to clean up. it must have sunk in to the floorboards, or there must still be traces of it lingering in nooks and crannies that they couldn't reach, because even now, years after the catastrophe, the scent still lingers.
even though the mere mention of the incident still makes a vein of irritation throb in sukuna's forehead, and makes yuuji hang his head in shame, you don't mind the smell. it's familiar after all these years. it reminds you of this place.
you burrow your face down into the cushion of the living room sofa. it's raining today, and a bit humid, so the scent of detergent is particularly strong.
you're nearly asleep when a voice interrupts your quiet moment of relaxation.
"i should start charging you rent, y'know."
you don't open your eyes, even once you hear the words that come from above you. even without looking, you can picture the scene: sukuna leaning over the back of the sofa that you're sprawled across, his weight resting on his elbows as he peers down at you with his usual scowl. it's not the same scowl he shows to everyone else—the one that makes people shrink back under his gaze—this is a softer version of the same expression, dulled by familiarity. if you were more optimistic you might even say it was blunted by affection.
"stop pretending to sleep, kid." you feel his hand grasp your hip, shaking you lightly. "i know you're faking."
you feel a smile threatening to pull at your lips so you turn your face towards the pillow—the one you bought for the sofa, since the itadori brothers' idea of home decor is limited to creased posters for old mafia movies nobody's ever heard of and women with their tits out taped to the wall—and you burrow down to hide your expression from view.
"you're such a nuisance," sukuna groans, and then you feel the sofa dip. you figure he's pulled himself over the back of it now, based on how you feel him kneeling overtop of you with your legs straddled between his own. you're on your belly, but you can feel him rest back on his haunches, trapping your feet underneath him as he sits. "can't you nap at your own house?"
"too tired," you finally rasp out, daring to peek at him over your shoulder.
"and i'm not?" he scoffs, lifting his hand and pushing his hair back from his face. he's still half-dressed in his work uniform—a pair of slacks from the security company he's been working at part-time for the past few weeks, and a white t-shirt that he usually wears underneath the short sleeved button down that matches the trousers. "i just worked a double—been up since 4."
he does look tired, now that you have the chance to look at him. his hair is a bit dishevelled and he's got dark circles under his eyes. sukuna always looks a bit exhausted—and has since grandpa passed away and he took on the responsibility of raising yuuji. but it's particularly noticeable right now.
"and i can't even come home and take a nap on my own couch because there's a freeloader here."
you bite the inside of your cheek, wiggling around a bit underneath him so you can lay on your back.
"charge me rent then," you parry back to his complaint, and he cocks an eyebrow at your challenge. "i want a bed though. s'only fair."
"we'll get bunkbeds for yuuji's room, then," sukuna quips.
"don't wanna bunk with yuuji," you counter again, "he snores."
sukuna pauses, staring down at you. he leans forward slowly, his hands pressing into the couch cushion on either side of your waist as he dips towards you. "only one other bedroom in this place, y'know—"
you do know. it's why you said it.
"—and i have no plans to give up my bed."
sukuna is close to you now. too close, in any other circumstance, but this is one entirely of your own creation. a circumstance that feels more like an inevitability than anything, given the tension that's been crackling between the two of you lately, ever since he rescued you that night at the bar.
"didn't ask you to give it up," you say quietly, your eyes flickering across his features until they eventually settle on his lips.
sukuna makes a little noise in the back of his throat, close to annoyance, but not quite. distinctly tortured in nature.
"you really, really are a nuisance, y'know that?"
his hands are on your hips now. not like when he'd shaken you awake—this touch is greedier, needier than that passing graze. his fingertips slip up underneath the hem of your shirt until they brush against your bare skin, and the contact makes your body flush with heat.
"yuuji's gonna be back from class soon," you murmur softly, your gaze flickering back up to sukuna's heavy-lidded eyes. his nose twitches a little in annoyance, knowing you're right.
sukuna backs away a little, his hands slipping back out from underneath your shirt.
you sit up and catch his wrist in your hand, and his eyes widen in surprise. your faces are close together now—so close you can smell the cinnamon gum on his breath. he stole a pack from you a few days ago, and clearly he's still chewing it.
you can't smell the laundry detergent anymore.
"i didn't tell you to stop," you remark lightly, leaning back so you're splayed out against the sofa once more. you stare up at him, waiting for him to process what you've said—watching the thoughts play out across his uncharacteristically shocked face. "i just meant that you should hurry up and do it already."
#sukuna x reader#big brother!sukuna#i did not proofread/edit/or reread this before i posted i typed it with my heart and hit post w my pussy#jjk drabble#jjk writing#writing
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ASK: pretty pretty please… fools gold.. smut if you can.. I CANT KEE EDGING TO HIM WHENEVER I MATCH AGAINST HIM 😞💻 I GOTTA TAKE HIS CRYSTAL ROCK COCK
ROCK HARD!
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# MINOR WRITING SMUT , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
I suppose it is your fault, you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend's ability to fuck you raw in his bedroom, not caring who hears either of you or if his Survivor counterpart walks in as you do it on his bed.
His opposite shouldn't be back for a while though, as he's stuck in a match against that Ivy chick. Guess you'll just have to stick it out for a while, huh? Don't worry, he'll make it worth the wait.
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🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is undoubtedly rough with you in the bedroom. Leaving marks in their wake decorated across your soft and delicate flesh unlike his own. Bruises from your last session have only just started to fade away to make room for more to come. (He doesn't mean to hurt you, it's just that you're so much tinier than he is and he can't help but toy with you a bit.)
↳ on top of this, jealousy runs through the Hunter's veins. The cuts and bruises and hickeys and whatever else he does to mark you up is an indication of who and what you belong to. He can’t stand watching you interact with the other Survivors and, hell, that pesky Prospector who takes up far too much of your time. Time that could be better spent splitting you in half.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold is such a tease too. He'll mess around with your tiny little body and force you to leave for your match all hot and bothered. It's all part of the plan though because it means you'll just come crawling back to him for relief, not realizing what you're getting yourself into.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who loves to get messy in bed and uses his hands and fingers to make you cum 1, 2, 3 too many times, leaving your body overstimulated and all too sensitive to his rough touch. It doesn't matter how many times you beg or whine or claw at the rocks on his back, he doesn't stop.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is always the one on top. It doesn't matter if you start it or end it, you'll always manage to find him towering over you with that same devilish smirk that adorns his face.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who has the stamina of a 10-time gold place Olympian runner. He can go all night and then morning and then night again if called for. But know that once he starts, he won’t stop. The little sympathy he has goes toward calling it a night after round 5 or after you've passed out in his arms. He gets it, it's hard having a boyfriend who could last longer than he could. (Norton.)
The sound of keys unlocking the door pulls you from your aroused state as both you and Fools Gold turn your head toward the door.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Norton sighs while turning his head up towards the roof.
"Speak of the devil, could you leave? We're kind of in the middle of something." Fools Gold says, still halfway inside you as you cover your body in embarrassment.
"That’s it, both of you, OUT!"
note: I picked this up b/c I thought it'd be interesting especially because I've never written for him before,,,also annon im going to haunt your dreams now b/c you didn’t read rules (I’m calling you rocky annon now if you ever decide to send in something else)
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hhheeeyyy... do you mind doing a gyeong-su nsfw alphabet? i get we dont know much abt the fella but shdbsj.. /vvnf
i wasn’t sure if you meant the aouad or squid game but i’m doing both either way���
Gyeong su NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s mainly awkward but does clean you up, he does anything you ask him to make you feel comfortable
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favorite body part about you is your neck, he doesn’t even know why he just loves to mark you with his hickeys and nuzzle his nose into it
His favorite body part about himself is probably just his arms, he doesn’t even have a specific reasons nor does it even help you to make you feel good but he just lowkey admires them
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to cover your ass with his cum, he doesn’t mind pulling out but does love the feeling of his cock pumping all his cum out inside you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
His dirty secret is probably fucking you T.O.P playlist or his bands songs
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s experienced but doesn’t have sex often, other than that he knows what’s going on
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Just simple, missionary, he likes to see your face or the way your tits bounce each thrust he makes into you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
definitely the goofy type, he makes jokes but not a lot, like when he’s fucking you he’ll just crack a small sex joke than goes back to grunting
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s groomed, he doesn’t really care about that much, but he’ll groom just for you
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He gets very romantic, he goes all out like for valentines he decorates the room and when you come home he’s in his boxers holding a rose in his mouth
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he doesn’t jerk off, maybe once or twice
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He doesn’t have much kinks, he just haves sex maybe a bit of hair pulling, degrading, and praising
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Simple, the bed
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Dirty talk
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything that causes pain
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers giving, and receiving, it’s an equal 50%
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He doesn’t mind what pace you want him to go, he just wants to be able to make you feel good
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves the feeling of quickies in public or feeling that rush thru his body, causing him to fuck you even harder
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes the feeling of taking the risk but hates actually getting caught, it really depends if he feels rebellious 😈
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last a few rounds but mainly like 3-4
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no toys
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not a big fan of teasing
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
As a top he doesn’t make much noises just grunts and heavy breathing
As a sub he does moan a bit high pitched and whimper
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He fucked you at the Thanos concert
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
a solid 7
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not that high but he does have sex with you when you want it
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
He lowkey tires himself out and accidentally falls asleep the moment he pulls out and gets next to you
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Synopsis: you and the rest of the League of Villains comes together to celebrate Tomura Shigaraki's birthday
A/N: this fic was written for Shigaraki's birthday!
MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3
It wasn’t that the League of Villains weren’t known for their chaos and violence. No, it was that they never seemed to slow down long enough to actually enjoy the quiet, the simple moments.
But for once, tonight was supposed to be different.
Tomura Shigaraki’s birthday. It had been a topic of constant avoidance, mostly because Tomura himself had never cared much for it. Birthdays were an inconvenience, a reminder of the life he never asked for, the life he felt shackled to.
But despite the gruffness and indifference he exuded, there was an unspoken agreement among the League to make the night something more than just another fight to the death.
You, too, were part of the plotting — helping plan, but doing so with a fair share of reluctance. Not for any particular reason, but because the League was never a group known for celebrating anything. In fact, moments like this made you wonder if they even knew how to celebrate.
Even Kurogiri, who was usually a picture of calm control, seemed a little different as he prepared everything in the background. "Are you ready, Y/N?" Kurogiri’s voice was smooth and steady as he stepped into the room, his presence somehow more subdued than usual as he wiped a glass he held in his misty hands.
You glanced up at him, surprised. "Ready? For what?"
"Tonight is for Shigaraki," Kurogiri said, his voice softening slightly, "and we’ll make sure he knows this is his night. We may not show it often, but we all care about him."
You nodded slowly, understanding now. It was strange to think about how Tomura had evolved into the leader, a presence that brought all these outcasts together.
The decorations were subtle. A few candles, some streamers — nothing too extravagant, nothing too flashy. After all, this was Tomura Shigaraki. He’d never tolerate anything over-the-top. Yet, there was something in the way the League had been preparing that made it feel special.
"Are you planning to stand around all day?" came a voice from the doorway, and you turned to see Dabi, arms crossed, a bored grimace plastered on his face. "We’ve got to make sure this doesn't fall apart before the brat even notices."
"You’re the one who wanted to keep it a surprise, genius," you shot back with a playful smile.
Dabi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t screw it up. The boss isn’t one for grand gestures, but if we don't at least try, well, you know how he gets."
You chuckled, understanding all too well the fragile nature of Tomura’s moods. But you couldn’t deny that tonight had to be different.
As you kept on working with Kurogiri to work out the last details, others filtered in, each of them bringing their own chaotic energy to the task.
Toga bounded in first, bouncing with excitement. "Decorations! Decorations!" she cheered, bouncing from one corner to the next as she helped you hang even more streamers and little handmade paper hearts. "Shigaraki’s gonna love it!" She beamed as she attached a few more decorations, unaware of the look Twice shot her from across the room.
"I still don’t get why we’re doing this… I hate it!!! So much! Wait, I actually love parties!" Jin slurred, scratching the back of his head nervously as he adjusted a few more chairs after Spinner. "Shigaraki doesn’t even care about his birthday. Doesn’t he just want to destroy things? Or maybe he does care! What a lovely man!”
Dabi walked further inside the room and leaned casually against the wall with a can of canned coffee in his scarred hand. "I still think it’s ridiculous, but whatever."
"You’re not helping," you shot back at Dabi, though you couldn’t help but notice the small soft spot he had for the occasion. Despite his words, he was still helping set the place up earlier, even if it was just to stand aside now, looking smug while everyone else finished the work.
Toga suddenly perked up, eyes sparkling with mischief as she pointed at the can in the scarred man’s hand. “Ohhh, drinking canned coffee like Hawks? That’s a bold boyfriend move, Dabi!”
Dabi’s eye twitched, and he took a slow sip from the can before leveling her with a deadpan stare. “Say one more word and I’m lighting you up like a damn lantern.”
Spinner snorted from where he was stacking chairs. “Bold threat, coming from a guy who’s halfway to morphing into his boyfriend.”
Dabi let out a sharp scoff, tilting his head with a mocking grin. “Shut the fuck up, lizard. You’re seriously calling me out while running around like some pathetic Ninja Turtle knockoff trying to be a Stain cosplayer?”
Spinner bristled, gripping the chair he was holding like he was seriously considering throwing it at Dabi’s face. “Oh, real original, burn victim. Got any more recycled insults, or are you just gonna keep riding Hawks’ coattails?”
Before Dabi could fire back, Kurogiri’s voice cut through the brewing chaos, smooth yet firm. “I would appreciate it if you all refrained from tearing each other apart before the event even begins.” His mist swirled ominously, like a silent warning. “We are trying to maintain some level of decorum.”
Spinner sighed deeply and returned to his duty, placing the paper plates on the table with a slight frown. "I still think it'd be better if I just took him to the arcade. He'd have a lot more fun there than with all this... whatever this is."
Mr Compress let out a deep huff, "Come on, Spinner! Don’t be overdramatic. It’ll be fine! Maybe Shiggy just needs some fun for once, y’know?"
You sighed, glancing around at the madness the League had brought into what was meant to be a calm, simple gathering. At least everyone was trying — sort of.
Kurogiri’s voice cut through the noise. "Everything is nearly ready. Shall we prepare the cake?"
You nodded, but before you could turn to make the final preparations, Toga squealed in excitement. "It’s done! Everything’s perfect!" She beamed, her eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next. “Now we just need to get Tomura-kun in here.”
At that moment, the door creaked open. Tomura Shigaraki walked in, the usual scowl on his face. He immediately froze as his eyes scanned the room. The chaos of decorations, the streamers hanging haphazardly, and the somewhat unsettling atmosphere that was meant to be festive — it was all too much.
"What the hell is all this?" Tomura’s voice was cold, but there was an edge of curiosity in it. He glanced at you, his red eyes narrowing.
You stepped forward, offering him a small smile. "It’s a birthday celebration, Tomura. For you."
Shigaraki blinked, clearly taken aback. "A what?"
"Happy birthday!" Toga chirped, handing him a gift wrapped in awfully pinkish wrapping paper with more enthusiasm than was probably appropriate for someone of his temperament. "Open it!"
He stared at the box, then back at her. "I didn’t ask for this."
"You’re gonna open it anyway," Twice chimed in, practically hopping from foot to foot. "Just for fun! Or you can decay it!”
Reluctantly, Shigaraki unwrapped the gift, revealing a set of sleek, black gloves covering just two fingers on each hand — simple, practical, and just the right fit for someone like him. He looked at the gloves, then back at Himiko, and for a split second, something softer flashed in his gaze before it quickly faded into indifference.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, but his voice lacked the usual venom.
“Oh, Tomura-kun!” Toga didn’t hesitate — she launched herself at Shigaraki, wrapping her arms around him so tightly he could barely breathe. “Happy birthday, boss!”
Tomura stiffened, grimacing as he tried to pry her off without resorting to violence. “Toga, you’re overstepping, let me go. I’d rather not have to decay you for insubordination.”
Toga gasped dramatically, her pout deepening like a kid who just had their favorite candy snatched away. “Tomura-kun, that’s so mean! You’re breaking my heart!”
“Yeah, real heartbreaker move, boss!” Twice chimed in, stepping up beside them. “I despise you. Wait, no, I love you. Damn it.”
“Well, aren’t you gonna say something?” Toga beamed, still bouncing on her toes, eager for approval.
Shigaraki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah... Thanks, I guess.”
That was the closest thing to gratitude they were going to get, and the League knew better than to push for more. Instead, they moved on, turning the moment into something even more chaotic as the rest of the gifts were pushed into his arms one by one.
Spinner shoved a small envelope at him. “I got you a gift card so you can get that new skin for LoL.”
Tomura’s brows furrowed slightly as he opened the gift, pulling out a prepaid gaming card. His fingers twitched over it, his lips pressing together like he was fighting back a smile. “Oh?”
“The one you kept bitching about last week. Pretty sure you would’ve murdered me if I didn’t get it.”
A scoff left Tomura’s lips, but there was no real venom in it. “Guess I don’t have to kill you now. Lucky you.”
Mr. Compress stepped forward next, offering a sleek black box with a dramatic flourish. “For you, our fearless leader. A little sophistication for someone who desperately needs it.”
Tomura raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. Slowly, he tore off the wrapping, revealing a thick book with a worn leather cover. The title was embossed in gold letters: "The Art of Leadership: A Guide for the Fearless."
Tomura stared at the book for a moment, and there was a shift in his expression, something that might have been irritation but quickly masked itself with indifference. "A book? Really? This is your idea of a gift?" His voice was laced with disbelief, though he couldn’t help but glance at the cover again.
"Exactly," Mr. Compress said, his grin widening just slightly. "A book about leadership. You’ve been leading the League, haven’t you? But a good leader can always learn more, no? Thought you might find the wisdom inside helpful, boss!”
Tomura turned the book over in his hands, still not fully convinced. "I don’t need a book to tell me how to lead," he muttered, but there was something almost intrigued in his voice now, despite the snark. "I’m doing just fine without it,” he muttered begrudgingly, tucking the book under his arm. "Guess I’ll read it. When I have time. Thanks."
Dabi was next, tossing a wrapped package into Tomura’s lap without ceremony. “Here. Figured you should have something practical.”
Tomura tore it open, revealing a dark hoodie — heavy, well-made, and lined with an extra layer inside for warmth. He thumbed over the fabric before looking up at Dabi with a suspicious glare. “You stole this?”
Dabi snorted. “Nah, I paid for it.” Then, smirking, he added, “...With someone else’s money.”
Tomura rolled his eyes but didn’t protest, already shoving the hoodie aside for later.
Kurogiri presented his own gift with his usual composed demeanor, placing a small but finely wrapped box before him. “I thought something to aid in relaxation might be useful.”
Inside was an assortment of expensive herbal teas, chosen for their calming effects.
Tomura scoffed at first, but something in his posture loosened slightly. He wasn’t about to admit it, but he’d take it.
Then, finally, there was you.
You stepped forward, meeting Tomura’s gaze with a knowing smile as you held out your own gift — wrapped in black and red paper. “Happy birthday, Shigaraki Tomura, my love.”
He blinked at the way the words rolled off your tongue, but he said nothing as he tore the paper open. Inside, nestled carefully, was a high-quality pair of gaming headphones. Noise-canceling, wireless, top-tier.
Tomura’s breath hitched just slightly. His fingers twitched. He looked up at you, expression unreadable for a long moment. “Tch.” He clicked his tongue, glancing away. “You always do shit like this.”
“Like what?” A frown crossed your forehead.
“Like knowing exactly what I need before I even ask.” His voice was gruff, but there was no real annoyance there.
You grinned, stepping closer. “That’s just part of loving you.”
A chorus of playful gagging noises erupted from Toga and Twice in the background. But you didn’t let it faze you. Instead, you found your focus, zeroed in on him. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hand coming up to cup his jaw with a surprising confidence, with boldness that sent a ripple through the room.
Then, you kissed him.
It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t hesitant. It was firm, claiming, a slow press of lips that left no room for question. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened beneath your touch, the quick, startled breath that escaped him at the sudden pressure of your lips against his. For a moment, he was completely still, as if frozen, and then, just before he could pull away, you felt the faintest shift — a subtle lean into you, as though he couldn’t quite help himself. It was barely there, a whisper of a movement, but it was enough to make your heart race.
You held it there, longer than anyone might expect, savoring the sensation of his rough lips under yours, feeling his pulse quicken, his breath hitching in a way that told you he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended.
When you finally pulled back, the room seemed to hold its breath with you.
His face was flushed, his eyes wide in that rare, vulnerable shock that was so unlike his usual cold composure. His jaw clenched, the muscles working beneath the skin as though he were trying to push away whatever emotions you’d just stirred up.
You leaned in close, letting your lips ghost against the shell of his ear as you whispered just for him. “And when we’re alone, I’m gonna show you exactly how much I love you.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub at his face as if to brush away the moment. “...Tch. Fucking—” Tomura cut himself off, clearing his throat, eyes darting anywhere but at you.
Toga screamed in delight, clapping her hands together. “Oh my god, they’re so in love !”
Dabi snorted into his coffee. “Gross.”
Twice threw his hands up. “Disgusting! Beautiful! I love it! I hate it!”
Kurogiri merely chuckled while pouring drinks for everyone.
Tomura scowled at all of them but made no effort to move away from you. Instead, he tugged the hood of his new hoodie over his head, attempting to hide the way his face was still burning. “You’re all insufferable.”But despite his grumbling, there was something lighter in the air. For once, just for tonight, they weren’t the League of Villains. They were simply a group of misfits, sharing a rare moment of peace and warmth while celebrating. And that was enough.
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— ilysungho valentine’s special 💗



a/n: hello my loves ^-^ happy valentine's day! i hope you all like what i've prepared! let me know if any of the links don't work. and as always, enjoy <3 wc: 250-300 words each! contains: nsfw links, short scenarios, specific tags for each member, tags also say what's in the link, lowercase intended taglist: @antoncore @ericlvr @mari3s @dobbiesvvorld @zynz0 @kyujinii @gclhn @hanfourz @taylorluvation @txtistheloml

sungho -> link
contains: sungho x reader, not really a defining power dynamic so take it as you will, lingerie lol, dollification? sorta, use of nicknames, dry humping, penetration (p in v)
the lace laid on you like skin, perfectly fitting your body in every way, atop every curve of yours, for your boyfriend to see. sungho knew you would look absolutely stunning wearing the lingerie he picked out just for you. but actually seeing you wearing it was… something else. he was awestruck by your beauty as his fingers traced the fabric on your back, kissing you deeply.
“you look so perfect for me, better than i imagined, doll.” it had been his dream to have you wear something he picked out for you, waiting for the right moment until he gave you the gift. he had expressed to you that he wanted to dress you up like his doll, so when you agreed to it for the special day, he was ecstatic.
your breath hitched every time sungho’s fingers got close to your nipples while making out. you’d had your fair share of sex, but the timing and clothes made you feel so much more sensitive. he loved your reactions too; knowing that he is the one making you feel so good had him riled up.
he wanted to keep the pretty clothes on you, barely covering you but still just enough to entice him, hiding your private parts he so wanted to see. “get on top,” he whispered to you as he laid down on the bed. a shy smile decorated your face as you got on top of him, the thin fabric not doing much to keep your arousal a secret.
as he laid almost bare under you, you moved slowly to tease your boyfriend. the once shy smile now became confident as he smiled at you in love, following the motions into the special day.
riwoo -> link
contains: sub!riwoo x dom!reader, lingerie (again...), handjob, use of nicknames
the day had gone by perfectly, riwoo coming to surprise you with flowers and chocolate like any other typical couple, but also holding a small bag with what you thought was lingerie. and you were right as he showed you the pearly and lacey garment. what took you by surprise was how he shyly explained how he thought you would like seeing him wear one and do as you please. he guessed correctly as always, his senses always coming in clutch, when he saw you lick your lower lip, softly exhaling, "go ahead baby, change into it then."
after changing into the new lingerie, the pretty boy sat against the headboard of your shared bed. his shy face accompanied by his compact figure made him look so much smaller than he really is as you went to sit in front of him. taking a hold of his hard cock, you spread the already leaking pre-cum in your usual motions. riwoo looked at you with the prettiest of glossy eyes as you looked back at him tenderly, telling him how he looks like the prettiest little boy for you. his choice was immaculate, you thought to yourself, as his body jerked from the stimulation.
soft whimpers coming out of the short boy’s mouth gave you yet another signal that he was close to his release. he looked at you, as if asking for permission to let go, with doe like eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth. "go on love, you can come." such simple words led to your boyfriend cumming rather quickly. maybe it was the occasion, maybe it was the attire, but he was too cute not to have all your fun with for the night.
jaehyun -> link
contains: sub!jaehyun x dom!reader, blindfolding, sort of dumbification?? idk you tell me, edging
“you’re gonna be a good boy for me right, myungie?” your hand held onto his chin softly, moving his head to nod as he kept still. patiently waiting for you to touch him, jaehyun let out a soft whimper to signal an opposite sense of urgency. no matter how well behaved he was, he only had one weakness and it was to ask you for more. he was a greedy puppy after all. good, but greedy.
“y-y/n p-please… mo-more… i need m-more…” chuckling at his disposition, you finally gave him a touch where he wanted you, but it wasn’t what he expected. in the moment when he thinks you will be mean and harsh to him, you were rather soft. your delicate touches on his hardness over his boxer while whispering the dirtiest of praises made jaehyun so sensitive. he could only keep his eyes shut and endure, not that it would help much with the blindfold.
being unable to see was another reason your puppy couldn't stop himself from pleading for more. your slow touches as you sat your thighs on top of his had him wincing in pain. "you're so good, you can endure for me right? i know you want to see me wearing the pretty clothes you picked for me."
his quivering lips made you so curious to see his most likely teared up eyes, yet you too kept composed. even though it's such a romantic day, you still have to show you love to him the same way as always, because he will take what you give him with no complains. he's just that good of a puppy for you.
taesan -> link
contains: (suggestive) taesan x fem!reader, taesan likes your boobs, reader has oral fixation
putting on your best clothes for the date taesan had planned out for valentine's had you so excited for what's to come. the dress perfectly fit you, especially accenting your boyfriend's favorite features of you. well, he loved all of you, but he really would do anything to find a life to stay in your arms amongst your boobs forever.
"babe, are you ready y-" the man you thought of all day appeared behind you as you were putting on any final touches. his face showed an expression you knew all too well, one where he was at a loss of words. "you look so stunning." he simply stated the obvious as his hands caressed your exposed shoulders, slowly going down to fondle your boobs as he so loved to do.
"taesan i just got ready," you uttered, closing your eyes to the feeling of his touch. he just hummed in response as he felt more of you, one of his thumbs coming up to go into your mouth. he knew you would quiet down as soon as you started sucking on his thumb as you always did. he loved how your tongue played with him, letting him know that he literally has you wrapped around his finger.
your own hands reached up to pull him down into an intimate kiss, letting go to ask "can we just stay home?" against his lips. your lover responded curtly, a smirk lighting up his features as he shook his head and pulled you to stand up.
"we have the whole night ahead of us, sweetheart."
leehan -> link
contains: dom!leehan x sub!reader (sorta, but it can be taken any way in the vid), glasses leehan, overstimulation, thigh riding
"good girl, just like that." leehan's lazy hands guided your body on his as you rode your high out on his clothed thigh. his glasses threatened to fall of before you brought your hand up to push it back onto his nose bridge amidst the feverish kiss you shared. your swollen clit felt extra sensitive as you rubbed against the wet fabric under you, yet leehan didn't stop kissing you, his hand firm on your waist.
your movements stilled as you came back to your senses, lips still clashing, until your boyfriend’s grip moved your body on the same spot once again. “you can come once again baby, don’t stop hm?” whimpering and nodding, you gave into his command-like plea as his grip loosened to give you back control.
feeling extra sensitive, having just came, you were much more vocal than you previously were. your boyfriend liked that though, smiling as he watched you rut on him. he thought you looked so cute while doing as he says even if your just using any part of him. whether it be his fingers, mouth, dick or even abs, you always rubbed against him with fervor. he means it when he says he could only watch you for hours and be entertained, the movie playing on the tv becoming just background noises against your needy voice.
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many more - hong jisoo
wc: 1.1k
summary: you never fail to give joshua the best birthday every year, and he hopes to spend them with you forever
warnings: very fluffy, also very suggestive, making out, allusions to sex
an: here’s my real birthday fic for joshy :33 i literally finished ctqy and then started this bc i felt bad making a bday post for him just for it to be so sad… but it’s okay here’s this !!! another gift for my love, joshua. i hope you all like it <3
(part two here !!! nye edition <3)
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the morning air is so peaceful, and when joshua wakes up it almost feels like a fairytale.
you’ve opened up the curtains, and lit a few candles matched to his favorite scent, the breeze through the window being the perfect temperature despite it being the dead of winter. after the third call of his name, his eyes open to you, leaning over his frame, with the most beautiful smile in sight. your hair tickles his face, and you’re full of so much light that he doesn’t even know what he’s done to deserve it. what a beautiful way to wake up, he thinks.
“good morning, love.” you coo, stroking his cheek that rises with a smile to return your own.
“good morning.” he backs away for a moment to stretch before sitting up, pulling you into his lap with a kiss.
you lean into his embrace, smiling up at him as you twirl his stray hairs around your finger. “i’ve got so much prepared for you.”
his smile turns a little more mischievous as he leans back, letting the light hit his face better for dramatic effect. “oh, really? what’s the special occasion?”
you know he’s seeking attention, but you’d be mad to not give it to him. “your birthday, of course!” you cheer, straddling his lap to give him just a portion of the many birthday kisses he’d get today. you leave a few on every single spot of his face that you enjoy, which is just about everywhere. a few for his forehead, some for his eyebrows, a couple on his cheeks, and finally, you give him the biggest one atop his gorgeous smile.
he hums, hands finding your hips with ease. “really? i thought it was just a random monday. nothing special.” he teases.
“oh, today’s super special. i’ve made it my job to make sure you feel special today, ‘kay?” you giggle.
he leans in to kiss you once again, holding your lips against his for a sweet moment before pulling away. with a dramatic pout, he continues his teasing, “but baby, i don’t know if you’re doing too good of a job.. i don’t feel so special right now, i think i’ll need a little more convincing…”
without responding, you lean in once again, eyelids drooping as you kiss him once again. he pulls you closer, large hands gripping your skin. you sigh, sinking into his body, and he uses the opportunity to let his tongue into your mouth. his hands begin traveling over every inch of your body, and before you can let out a whine and indulge in his advances, you pull away.
“i’m saving that for the end of the day, okay..? let us celebrate first.” joshua’s affect on you is so strong that kissing him in such a fashion is all it takes to leave you feeling dazed, and he knows it, running a finger over your pink, glossy lips in admiration.
like a switch flips in his head, he’s sitting up, letting you get up before following behind. “alright, darling, let’s go celebrate.”
after collecting yourself, you take his hand and lead him out to the kitchen. on top of the island there’s a plethora of gift bags among the most beautifully decorated cake. in front of it is a letter, and it’s the first thing you lead him to.
you hand it to him before bringing your hands together, fidgeting nervously. “i know i’m not the best at saying this stuff out loud, so i wrote it down. i had to show you my gratitude somehow, and i felt like gifts weren't enough, so…”
it’s almost as if he can’t stop smiling today, and if it could get any bigger it does. with a kiss to your lips, he goes and sits down at the dining table to read it. you follow, sitting on the table in front of him to watch. he rests a hand on your thigh while the other opens up the folded paper, and you can see the shock on his face at the length of its contents.
he says nothing, choosing to read it instead. you poured your entire heart and soul into it, and there’s quite a few tear stains on the paper. at some point the ink from your pen bled due to it, and he asks a few times for you to help decipher what the smudged penmanship means. you haven’t always been the best at expressing your feelings and gratefulness for your boyfriend, yet you have so much to share. after an emotional night post argument a few months ago, you sat down and wrote this out for him. there’s a second paper that you wrote yesterday to follow up, and you can see how touched he is. it’s a bit complicated being with someone so into words of affirmation while not being the type to be that way, but you made sure to give it to him for his special day.
when he finishes reading, he looks back up at you. “wow, darling, this is.. so sweet. i can tell how much thought you put into this, thank you so much.” he stands up to hug you, and with your head in his chest you squeeze him that much harder. he strokes your hair, keeping you there for a beat longer. he walks away to presumably put the letter away somewhere before returning.
“i know that must’ve taken a lot of thought for you to write for me. seriously, it means a lot. thank you, love.” he hugs you once again, kissing you once more before turning to the rest of your setup. “now, let’s celebrate.”
he spends the rest of the day with you, no other people being spared your time, opening gifts and eating his favorite foods with you. not that it’s any different other times, but he pays no mind to his cellphone, spending his special day offline with you, celebrating another year of life by your side, and above his candles he wishes for there to be many more like this.
in the late hours of the night, you’re laying together, skin to skin, basking in the afterglow of your final present to him. it’s then that he expresses his gratitude one final time before falling asleep. “thank you so much for today, love. i enjoyed it so much.”
you kiss his bare chest, too tired to move any more than that. “of course, shua. happy birthday.”
“mm, thank you. i hope i get to spend a thousand more with you.” he grabs your hand, kissing your ring finger. he thinks you say something in response, but he’s already lost in his thoughts, wondering if it’d be too much to give you a ring the next day, new year’s eve, to make sure his wish comes true.
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family tides
pairing: dad!john b x mom!reader
summary: Life with Ivy, your lively three-year-old, is full of love, laughter, and chaos, with the Pogues always in on the fun
Life at the Chateau was never boring, especially with a three-year-old running around. Ivy, your daughter with John B, was the heart and soul of the Pogues. At just three years old, she had already mastered the art of sarcasm—thanks in large part to JJ—and was a constant source of laughter for the group.
This morning, chaos erupted when Ivy woke up before everyone else and decided to paint JJ’s face with your makeup.
“Why does it smell like lavender in here?” John B asked groggily, stumbling into the living room to find Ivy perched on JJ’s lap with a lipstick in her hand.
JJ glared at him. “Your daughter is a menace.”
“She’s an artist,” Ivy corrected, holding up a makeup brush. “Uncle JJ needed to be fancy.”
John B burst out laughing, leaning against the doorway for support. “You look… beautiful, man.”
“Don’t,” JJ warned, pointing a finger at him. “I’m doing this for her self-esteem.”
“Sure you are,” Kiara chimed in as she strolled into the room. “Let me grab my phone. This is going on the wall of fame.”
“No!” JJ protested, but it was too late.
You emerged from the kitchen, mug of tea in hand, shaking your head at the scene. “What did I miss?”
“Oh, nothing,” John B said, grinning. “Just JJ’s makeover.”
Your eyes fell on Ivy’s handiwork, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, Ivy, I think Uncle JJ would look even fancier with some glitter.”
JJ groaned. “Don’t encourage her!”
“She’s got talent,” you replied, smirking as you kissed the top of Ivy’s head. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before teaching her how to ‘prank.’”
John B wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Oh, absolutely,” you said, leaning into him. “This is parenting gold.”
Later in the day, everyone piled into the van for a trip to the beach. You sat in the passenger seat, Ivy on your lap as John B drove.
“Mommy, can I wear Daddy’s hat?” Ivy asked, reaching for John B’s cap.
“It’s too big for you, kiddo,” he said, adjusting the rearview mirror.
“I don’t care,” Ivy replied, pouting.
“She’s definitely your kid,” you teased, nudging John B.
“Hey, I don’t pout,” he argued.
“Yeah, okay,” you said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from him. He reached over to squeeze your thigh playfully, his grin widening when you swatted his hand away with a laugh.
At the beach, Ivy wasted no time declaring herself “Queen of the Sandcastle” and assigning everyone roles. “Uncle Pope, you get the shells!” she commanded, pointing to the shoreline. “Auntie Kie, you do the decorations!”
“What about me?” JJ asked, crouching next to her.
“You dig the moat,” Ivy said matter-of-factly.
“And me?” John B asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re my helper, Daddy.”
“What about Mommy?”
Ivy thought for a moment. “Mommy gets to watch.”
You laughed, sitting back in your chair. “Finally, someone appreciates me.”
The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter and sand. The Pogues built an elaborate sandcastle that Ivy promptly destroyed, claiming it was “time for a big wave.”
“Kid’s got a Godzilla streak,” JJ said, shaking his head as Ivy stomped on the remains of their work.
“She gets it from you,” Kiara teased.
“Excuse me?” JJ replied, mock-offended. “I’m a builder, not a destroyer.”
“Sure you are,” Cleo said, smirking.
By the time the sun began to set, everyone was gathered around a bonfire. Ivy sat in John B’s lap, her eyelids drooping as she tried to stay awake.
“Tell me a story, Daddy,” she mumbled, her head resting against his chest.
“Alright,” he said, brushing her curls out of her face. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Ivy who was the bravest and smartest kid in the whole world.”
“That’s me!” she said sleepily, making everyone laugh.
“Yep, that’s you,” John B said softly, kissing her forehead.
You couldn’t help but watch the scene with a full heart. John B caught your gaze and smiled, tilting his head slightly. “What?”
“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “Just… I love you.”
His smile deepened as he reached out to take your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “I love you too.”
When you got back to the Chateau, Ivy was already asleep. John B carried her to bed, tucking her in with her favorite stuffed bunny while you cleaned up the sand-covered bags.
As he came back into the living room, you were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He flopped down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
“She’s got everyone wrapped around her little finger,” he said with a chuckle.
“She’s got you wrapped the most,” you teased, nudging him playfully.
“Yeah, well,” he said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m okay with that.”
You turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his chest. “You’re a good dad, you know that?”
He shrugged, his expression softening. “I try. But I’ve got you, so that makes it easier.”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “We’re a pretty good team, huh?”
“The best,” he murmured, pulling you closer.
The sound of waves crashing in the distance filled the room as he kissed you again, slow and warm. Life with Ivy and the Pogues wasn’t always easy, but it was always full of love. And that was all you needed.
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Welcome to Christmas Island! - A Sanji x Reader Fanfic
You work on Christmas Island, where every day is Christmas! All guests get to make a wish to Santa and have it granted. When the Straw Hat pirates show up, you decide to grant the wish of their handsome blonde cook.
Smut. 18+. Sanji x Fem Reader. Implied that Sanji is a virgin. Oral sex. Cream pie. I haven’t written Sanji in 20 years so I hope I got him right!
Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!
Part of CandyCandy’s Kinkmas 2024!
You’ve lived and worked on Christmas Island for the past few years, but you still get excited each time new guests arrive, especially when they’re famous.
It was only a matter of time before the Straw Hat pirates landed on this little island, and all your coworkers were equally hyped up to meet them. You’ve all followed their exploits in the newspapers for months, becoming fans along the way. Even the owner of the island, “Santa”, admires them!
You’ve looked at all their wanted posters countless times, but one of them stood out to you: a silly looking blonde man named Sanji. While your friends were more interested in the more “cool looking” pirates, you found Sanji charming. You know it’s a silly picture, so you’re interested in finding out what he actually looks like.
Your chance comes when the Straw Hats arrive and check into the enormous resort that takes up the entire island. They walk in, most of them gawking at the huge lobby full of Christmas trees and twinkling lights. They’re chatting and laughing amongst themselves, and their reputation for being fun-loving seems to be accurate.
Taming your excitement, you hurry over to greet them in your candy cane striped dress.
“Welcome to Christmas Island!” you say in your cheeriest voice. “Please come in and sit down. I’ll explain how things work here.”
They begin taking seats in the plush red sofas positioned in the middle of the room. You do a mental headcount as you watch them, trying not to seem like an overly eager fan.
Sanji spots you before you spot him. He steps up beside you, gently taking your hand in his. “Such a lovely lady here to welcome us!” he says, placing a quick kiss on the top of your hand. “This island is a dream already!”
When he raises his face to look at you, a breath catches in your throat. He’s way more handsome than you expected! His wanted poster barely resembles him, but the blonde hair and curly eyebrow are unmistakable.
He smiles at you and takes his seat. You give the group a moment to settle down and get quiet before you begin.
“On Christmas Island, every day is Christmas! At this resort, you’ll each write a letter to “Santa” asking for a Christmas present. You’ll receive that gift during your stay. Keep in mind we can only grant wishes for material goods or services. We can’t give you impossible things. For example, you can’t ask us to withdraw bounties or give you skills that can’t be learned while you’re here.”
They seem to understand, a few of them nodding. You pass out fancy notecards for them to write their Christmas wishes on, along with red envelopes for them to seal the “letters to Santa” in.
A woman you recognize as Nami looks a bit skeptical as she eyes the notecard. “How much does this cost?”
Some of the others look at you, curious about the answer.
You smile and shake your head. “No cost at all! There’s normally a fee, but since we’re all fans of the Straw Hat pirates, even Santa said to give you all the VIP treatment at no charge!”
The group seems happy to hear that, a couple of them actually cheering. Then they all begin writing on their notecards. Once they’re finished, you retrieve them and another employee shows the guests to their rooms. They’re all given private rooms, each one beautifully decorated with festive trees and lights.
Later, you and two coworkers are reading the notecards to begin processing the wishes.
“Look,” your friend says, giggling as she holds one out. “The captain just wrote one word: Meat!”
You laugh as you glance at a card in your own hand that says, “A year’s supply of cola”.
Most of the requests are fairly reasonable and fit the crew members’ reputations. But at the bottom of the stack is one that stands out to you.
“A sweet lady who wants to spend time with me.”
Your heart nearly skips a beat. You expected something perverted from the famously horny cook of the Straw Hat pirates, but Sanji’s request is surprisingly cute.
“Can I take this one?” you ask, a little worried that one of your coworkers might have their eye on him.
The two women look at each other and shrug. “It’s yours if you want it,” one of them says. The other nods in agreement.
Thank goodness! You didn’t want there to be any awkwardness with your friends, but you were prepared to argue for this. Thankfully you don’t have to.
One of them leans toward you conspiratorially. “What if he just wrote that as a nice way of saying he wants someone to fuck him?”
You grin at her. “Actually, I’m kind of hoping that’s the case!”
The others squeal in delight and cheer you on. “You get it, girl!”
You return to your own quarters to freshen up and change into your cutest red dress, then you head down the guest hall to find Sanji’s room. You only have to knock once before he opens it. Was he waiting by the door for his “present”?
He blinks as he looks at you, then smiles. “Oh, you’re the one who welcomed us!”
You return his smile. “I’m surprised you recognized me.” There are lots of women working here who wear the same dress you had on earlier. It’s basically the uniform.
He steps aside, opening the door wider and gesturing for you to come in. “I never forget a beautiful lady’s face,” he tells you as you walk into his room.
The comment makes you blush, but you giggle nervously and change the subject. “Are you settled in okay? Do you need anything?”
Looking around the room, you can see the closet door slightly open, and a few dress shirts neatly hanging inside. The bed doesn’t appear to be messed up at all, and everything is in its place. On a small table with two chairs, there’s a glass ash tray that’s nearly full.
“I don’t need anything at all,” he says as he pulls out one of the chairs for you. “But can I offer you something to drink? I’m sure you know what the options are.”
You do. There’s a small variety of alcoholic drinks in the mini fridge, plus a hot water machine with various teas and coffees.
As you sit in the offered chair, you accept his offer, taking a cup of tea. In all honesty, you just want to watch him prepare something. His skills are quite well known.
You watch him fix your tea, his hands moving expertly to prepare it in the perfect manner. Then he sits the steaming cup in front of you and takes the seat on the other side of the table.
The tea is delicious of course, leaving you wondering what you’ve been doing when you make it for yourself. He seems to like watching you enjoy it, a smile practically glued to his face.
“It’s wonderful! I can’t believe it’s from the same tea we use!”
After a few minutes of friendly chatting, you sit down your empty cup and get down to business. “Regarding your wish…”
His smile falters, a blush creeps over his face. “It’s okay if it can’t be granted!” he says quickly. “I’ll just take some new utensils, or maybe some rare spices if you have them here.”
Does he not realize you’re his present? He seems to have the wrong idea about your visit. Just how many times has this poor guy been rejected?
You reach across the table and put one hand on his arm. “We can easily grant your wish,” you say. “In fact, that’s what I’m here for.”
He freezes, staring at you. His stunned eyes shift down to your hand, then back to your face. “You… want to spend time with me?”
“I’d love to!”
He still seems to be in shock. “Are you sure?”
You reach into the pocket if your dress and pull out a folded paper. You smooth it out on the table and slide it over to him. It’s his wanted poster.
He blanches when he sees it, but before he can say anything, you blurt out, “I’m a fan of yours!”
“Huh?”
Now it’s your turn to blush again. “I mentioned before that all of us here are fans of the Straw Hat pirates, but we each have our favorites. You happen to be mine.”
He’s rapidly turning red. “Really?”
You nod. “I even keep your wanted poster in my pocket at all times.”
He glances at the poster. “But it’s such an unflattering picture of me…”
“You look fun! You look like someone I’d like to hang out with. And yes, you’re way more handsome in person.”
If this were a cartoon, steam would be shooting out of his ears. He almost seems to melt into his chair. “You think I’m handsome?!”
“Of course! I was so excited to meet you, so I happily volunteered to grant your wish!”
He has tears in his eyes as he takes both your hands in his across the table. “This place really is like a dream!”
And so the two of you laugh and talk and enjoy more tea for the next hour. He tells you funny stories about their travels and you tell him about some of the craziest wishes you’ve received.
At some point, perhaps growing bold from the friendly atmosphere, you say, “To be honest, I wondered if maybe ‘spend time with you’ was code for something else.”
He seems genuinely confused, which is adorable. “Something else?”
You lean forward, subtly showing off your cleavage. “Something more… intimate.”
It seems like a shiver runs through his body, but then he composes himself and says, “I didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to do that.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” you say, looking as disappointed as you can, “because I was hoping it was code.”
His mouth falls open, the cigarette slipping from his lips. You can almost see hearts in his eyes. He seems to be trying to form words for a reply, but failing.
You stand up and walk around the table to be closer to him. “I’m your present tonight, so you can do whatever you want with me.”
He swallows, looking up at you as if you’re a goddess that has come down to him from heaven. “Whatever I want?”
“Anything.”
His eyes dart about the room, as if he’s worried this might be some prank and someone else is waiting to rush out and tell him so. After a moment, he looks back at you. “Can I k-kiss you?”
You nod. “I’d like that.”
He stands up from the chair and steps right up to you. He slowly places his hands on your shoulders. So gentle! He’s treating you like a delicate little creature that will flee if he’s not careful.
As he leans down, his eyes flutter closed, and you can see the blush across his cheeks. You feel the tips of his golden hair first, then his lips softly press against yours. It’s a chaste kiss, his hands lightly trembling on your shoulders.
You’ve heard so many conflicting rumors about him. Some say he’s a totally lecherous horndog who fucks anything that moves. Others say he’s a sophisticated gentleman who respects women. Still others say he’s a pathetic virgin who can’t get laid to save his life. You’re beginning to suspect the truth is some strange mix of all three.
You reach up and put your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. His tongue finally slips into your mouth, and he tastes like cigarettes and the tea you’ve both been drinking.
When the kiss breaks, he looks positively lovestruck. But his arms are around your waist, holding you closer to him. You can feel the bulge in his pants, and you lightly grind yourself against it. “What else would you like to do?” you ask playfully.
“Lady’s choice,” he says, the smooth gentleman peeking out again. “I’d love to know what youwant to do.”
You grin mischievously at him and say, “Sit down and I’ll show you.”
He moves back to sit in the chair so fast, your eyes could barely follow him. You giggle at his eagerness as he stares at you. You take a moment to pull up the edge of your red dress on one side, up to your hip. It’s enough to show him you’re not wearing panties without revealing the whole present.
His eyes bulge, and you’re guessing something else is bulging even more now. You prance over and then lower yourself to your knees before reaching out and unbuckling his belt. You hear him breathe in through his teeth, and you look up to see his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. You smile as you open his pants and slide one hand in, using it to pull out the prize you’ve been seeking.
He’s bigger than you expected, and elegantly shaped. It’s such a nice cock, such a waste that it’s been neglected for so long. You can fix that.
Your hand wraps around it and you slide it up and down the shaft. You can hear him breathing heavily as he watches, stunned. When you lean forward and give the tip a little lick, his hands suddenly grip the arm rests of the chair. You can hear the wood creaking under the force.
Smiling to yourself over the fact that you can reduce a powerful, famous pirate to this state with one lick, you wrap your lips around him and take his twitching cock into your mouth.
He groans, his head falling back and his eyes closing again as you begin bobbing your head back and forth, your lips gliding along his length. Your tongue swirls his tip, your throat tightens around him when he’s deep enough, and his panting above you makes such sweet music in your ears.
Finally he places his hand on your shoulder and says in a strained voice, “I’m… I’m about to…”
You pull back and grin. “Please cum in my mouth.” Then your lips are around him again, sucking lightly and lapping at his tip.
He looks torn between desire and being a gentleman, but desire wins out. With a moan he releases his load onto your tongue, and you drink it down eagerly.
After a moment, you stand up, licking your lips. You stand nearby while his breathing slows to a normal pace. Then he looks at you. “That was incredible… you’re an angel!”
You laugh and take one of his hands, placing it atop your head as you lean toward him. “You’re supposed to pat my head and call me a good girl.”
His face turns scarlet, but he does as you wish, lightly patting your head and saying, “Such a good girl!”
You giggle at that, then look down between his legs. He’s beginning to get hard again, which is exactly what you’re waiting for.
“So? What would you like me to do next?” you ask.
He looks a little shy and awkward as he says, “Can we… have sex?”
You reach down and pull your dress up, all the way to your waist this time, giving him an eye full. His cock instantly becomes fully hard, his eyes seeming to turn to hearts again. “I thought you’d never ask,” you tell him as you step closer and straddle his lap, letting his lovely cock rest against your slickened pussy. That alone makes his entire body quiver.
When you rise up and position his tip at your entrance, then sink down onto him, a gasp escapes him. His arms wrap around your body, holding you firmly but gently. You have to wiggle a bit to get free enough to begin riding him, your hips swiveling.
Sanji groans as his own hips buck from the chair, pushing deeper inside you. Then he pauses, a worried expression on his face, and says, “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
You smile, pushing your own body down to take him even deeper. “It feels good when you go deep,” you say, and his breath hitches, his eyes widening before he starts fucking up into you, slowly and deeply. One of his hands is on your waist now, the other buried in your hair.
As you grind down onto him, his taut skin rubs against your clit, making your own breaths shallow and quick. His tip hits your cervix, and a shudder ripples through you. When you moan out his name, his cock throbs inside you, making you arch your back in pleasure. When you do, he buries his face in your chest, his tongue peeking out to lap at one pert nipple.
He raises his face to look you in the eyes. “I’m in love with you!” he exclaims, his hands tightening their grip on you slightly.
You smile, but don’t reply. Men always say that while they’re inside a woman, but you have no expectations. In a few days Sanji will sail away from here and you’ll never hear from him again. But you’ll treasure these memories of being with him for the rest of your life.
He feels so good inside you, your clit is practically pulsing. He kisses you again, so sweetly. It’s a romantic kiss, the kind shared by people in love, and his hand slides down from your hair to rest softly on your neck.
It’s all enough to push you over the edge, and you cum while still riding him, your body trembling in his arms.
Watching you cum seems to push him to climax as well, and he suddenly pulls you tightly against him as he shoots his load into your core.
The two of you remain intertwined for a while, both of you breathing hard, then his arms loosen around you and you slide off him, your legs partially numb.
“I’m all yours while you’re on Christmas Island,” you say as you pull your dress back down. “Just call for me whenever you want.”
He looks at you for a long moment, then says, “Why don’t you come with us?”
You freeze. “What?”
He stands up and buttons his pants, then pulls out a fresh cigarette. “I can talk to Luffy. He’s pretty easy going about these things. You could join our crew and sail around with us. We get into a lot of dangerous situations, but we always pull through, and I can protect you.”’
You, joining the Straw Hat pirates? You’ve never even considered something like that before. But it sounds like a dream. You smile broadly at him. “I’d love that!”
He smiles back. “It really is Christmas every day here. I got more than I could even hope for!”
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Three Year's the Charm
Summary: You're nervous to make yourself known as Bruce's partner at his annual winter gala. (Bruce Wayne x reader)
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Notes: Please see the note attached to the Christmas Masterlist! Due to unforseen circumstances I've had to slow and put a pause entirely for some places. I'm going to try and double posts when I can. Much love and Merry Christmas!
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Christmas was supposed to be a time of peace, of getting together with family and friends. To open presents in front of a roaring fireplace, to eat baked treats with festive drinks.
Your Christmas was shaping up to be wildly different. Sips of alcohol or eggnog made you more nervous as you watched guests pile in, filling the foyer of the manor.
This year’s tree was magnificent, covered in blue and silver and stretching to the ceiling of the ballroom. You had watched Alfred give harsh instructions to the workers setting it up, standing at the top of the stairs like a foreman till it was perfect. Bruce had told you it was his pride and joy each year, and it was better to not get involved when Alfred was tasked with decorating the tree. The year before Alfred had often for a beautiful golden look, and the year before had been a wonderful red and white combination.
This was like any other Wayne Christmas Gala, (you had attended three so far) except this time, you were going to be introduced on the arm of THE Bruce Wayne, the namesake and host of the entire thing.
While you two had been in the talking phase Bruce had an excellent handle on his public image, and any paparazzi that managed to steal a snap from you was unable to locate it when they went to work the next day. You relationship had been reduced to his hand on your thigh when you went for late night drives, or even later romps in the back of his car with tinted windows. Stolen kisses normally held behind the enormous Christmas tree once all the guests had gone were now to be on display for all to see, and more accurately, for every glare.
You weren’t a stranger to the way that the public cast looks to every supermodel, reporter, and actress that had been on the playboys arm over the years. You had seen the snide glares and haughty stares afforded to his partners, and you know that once you walked down those steps on his arm you’d be next.
When you feel him step behind you, warm palm on the hand of your back, you tense. “You’re worried.” He murmurs, voice low as he scans the ballroom below. “It’s not a good look on you.”
You cast your eyes back. “It’s hard to not be. I’ll be torn apart by angry women and billionaire men alike. What a Christmas.” You mutter back.
“It won’t be so bad, baby, I promise.” He says, moving his hand in circles to try and sooth you. “But if you prefer we can-“
“No.” You sigh. You had thought about that all day and had been half tempted to ask him to call it off. But you couldn’t.
In The early years of your relationship you didn’t mind being a secret, knowing that Bruce wished he didn’t have to keep you out of the light either. Yet as they wore on and you fell for him more, you got selfish. You wanted him to yourself.
So even if it came with the stares and made the pit of dread coil in your stomach, there was still the part of you that wanted to be with him down there under those Christmas lights.
“I want this.” You say softly. “I mean, I want to be with you. Properly.” You give him a small smile. “Besides, I’ve just gotten Damian to like me. I’m not going to back down at something infinitely less scary.”
Bruce gives a chuckle to that and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You really did get him to warm up, in the end.” He teases.
“I don’t know if I’d consider him warm, but he’s definitely less cold.”
“Oh come on, he shows affection.”
“Just last Tuesday he rolled his eyes in my direction and muttered something under his breath in Arabic.”
“See? He does that to me all the time too.”
“I don’t know if that’s an affectionate thing either.” You laugh, grinning wider when he lightly pecks your shoulder. His warm hands pat down your sides and you step towards the staircase yourself.
The chatter was like a low hum as Gothamites socialised below, drinks in hand as they circled the floor like well dressed sharks. “Don’t worry,” Bruce whispers, smiling softly as if to encourage you. “I’ve got you.”
With a squeeze of his hand you moved your other to the banister, steeling yourself as you both begin to descend the stairs. As if your first step set of an alarm, heads began turning your way and narrowing in on your form. Each step down, every inch down the curved staircase made conversations hush. You could feel the stares piecerce through your outfit, discoing you from the inside out.
Were you good enough for Bruce? Had they seen you before? Were you famous? What were you this time? A swimsuit model? A CEO? From old money? New money? A stray from the side of the street? An accountant on wall street?
The questions were heavy in the air, easily crushing out the Christmas spirit that the band weakly tried to keep alive. When you hit the final step and felt the smooth marble of the ballroom floor beneath you, the feeding frenzy started. They began to circle you and Bruce, smiles shining and fake.
They offered you greetings, and handshakes and smiles, but the beating of your heart made it hard to focus on them. Silently you looked up for Bruce, and he understood what you were asking.
“Everyone,” He called into the crowd, tone charming and sly smile on his face. At the sound of their host the guests turned like dogs, focusing in on the billionaire in front of them. “I hope that everyone is enjoying the festivities, please, help yourself to the drinks and more, God knows I can pay for it.”
Theres a scattering of laughter as he jokes with them, flashing them that billionaire grin. “I want to take the time to introduce my partner here,” he looks down at you, tugging you closer to him. “No better time than Christmas, I think. So on behalf of us Waynes here,” his hand tightens around you. “and all of my sons, we wish you a very Merry Christmas.”
Theres applause after he raises his glass in a toast, and the band starts again with full force. You flick your eyes up to Bruce, who is currently studying the chattering that has spread across the guests with a smirk.
“What did you do that for?” you hiss, tugging him closer to your face. He smirks back, that boyish glint in his eye returning.
“You wanted me to fix it, darling.” He chuckles. “I did.”
“You called me a Wayne.”
“That I did.” He grins. The band starts a slow rendition of ‘Last Christmas’ and he tugs you towards his chest, feet already moving in a lazy waltz. “It’ll keep them guessing for a while. They’ll try to figure out what we are, but they’ll behave in case you’re already my spouse.” He smiles down at you, watching you follow his waltz.
“Already?” you raise your eyebrows and he shakes his head softly, lowering his head towards yours. “What do you mean already your spouse?” you ask.
“It means,” he murmurs, spinning you till you were dancing under the light of Alfred magnificent Christmas tree. “That I may have just spoiled my New Year’s surprise.” He huffs.
You study him under the LED’s, how the light flickers off the edges of his face, highlighting the contours and shadows of his skin. You raise a hand to trace them softly and he turns his cheek into your palm. This was Bruce Wayne, the man who fought for the betterment of Gotham every night. Who looked nothing but weary standing in front of you now, about to mark the end of another year.
“Merry Christmas, Bruce.” You say softly, offering him a small smile.
“Merry Christmas.” He rumbles back, eyes lighting up again. He dips his head down to press a kiss to your lips, and you can feel the corners of his mouth tilt upwards when he does.
You loop your arms around his neck, foreheads touching. You could only wonder what tree Alfred would put in the manor next year, and if once you were officially a Wayne he’d let you help choose the colours.
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GhostReaderSoap:
Two jacked boyfriends=you will get scooped at the funniest moments. Standing in front of a shelf they want access to? Scooped. Trying to start an argument? Scooped. You weigh nothing. You’re a bunch of grapes. Yes, even you. They know how to lift with their knees.
Soap is likely closer to you in size so his clothes are the ones you steal most often. Ghost isn’t miffed about it, no he isn’t, pet, don’t be daft. He wasn’t daydreaming about watching you sleep in his shirt. Don’t be ridiculous.
A lot of two-timing jokes, mostly made by Soap, but Ghost will play along. “What do you MEAN you have a boyfriend?” he’ll ask you, with Ghost standing right there. Ghost, immediately choosing violence, “As if you could fuck them better than I could.”
Soap is the designated pastry chef of the polycule. He can be caught in gray sweat pants and a tight white tank top, flour coating his forearms, kneading bread dough at stupid hours in the morning. You and Ghost have to race each other to suck him off, because Johnny baking is peak Johnny.
Johnny is also the cuddliest. If he catches you or Ghost on the couch he will belly flop on top of either of you and bury his face right between the titties.
Two big boys means soft snuggly sleeping arrangements, right? WRONG. It’s a fucking furnace between them. Ghost is the designated middle sleeper until winter, because Soap absolutely runs the hottest.
If you ever had any reason to be afraid of going out drinking, you don’t once you’re with them. You have double scary dog privilege in their company, and it doesn’t go away when they’re deployed. If you frequent the same pubs while they’re gone, the other regulars know not to fuck with you if they value their lives—and genitals—intact and unharmed.
Having two military partners has other benefits. You can trust them to be as keen to keep a tidy home as you are.
Soap is the one most eager to decorate when the three of you move in together. Ghost is…not enthused. Some part of him is always ready to burn home down if he has to. He’ll indulge you and Soap, though.
Another benefit to being with the both of them is that you’re alone a bit less than you otherwise might be with a SpecOp partner. Their deployments don’t always intersect, although it does happen pretty often.
It’s Soap’s idea to write you letters only to be opened after they’ve left. Ghost isn’t good at it, but his notes can always be found with Soap’s. They’re simple, short—it’s hard for him to be vulnerable still. He doesn’t promise anything. But he does always tell you he’ll try to get Soap home to you if he can.
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did you miss me?
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: in which you're only going to stay for 'a little longer' (no but seriously this time)
warnings: satoru is still bullying megumi, a bit of angst (nonserious) and fluff (duh)
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year one.
“did you tell megumi that the monsters wouldn’t want to hide under his bed?”
your head hurts a bit, as the light hits your eyes. you squint to where satoru is sitting on the couch, his hands behind his head, feet propped on the coffee table.
just the very image of him makes you want to roll your eyes (and climb on top of him).
satoru opens an eye, peeking at you. his smile is pompous, and his face is ludicrous. “why would they want to hide under the bed when the closet is right there?" he asks, with an obvious superiority complex. "seriously, spacial awareness.”
you try to stay mad at him--and all of the ridiculous things he says--but his voice almost always makes you want to laugh. it's a secret form of serotonin.
you walk over to him, kicking his feet from the coffee table so you can move past them.
“that’s not what that means,” you tell him, sitting down. “and don’t tell megumi that monsters are hiding in the house. he’s already wary enough.”
his eyes are wide as his face turns toward you. “they’re there.”
“oh, really, mr. honored one? you’ve been too busy to take care of them?”
“why does it have to be me? i’m the honored one, my talents should be used on something other than bedtime monsters. i’ll leave those to you.”
“this isn’t my house, dipshit.”
“it could be,” satoru smiles cheekily at you.
you roll your eyes and sigh into the couch, leaning even further against the pillow. mock satoru all you want, but you will admit that he has good taste.
his house is so much comfier than yours. it lives in an era of relaxation, which isn't that surprising when you consider everything that satoru is. he also probably had one of his servants (assistant supervisors) decorate it.
“didn’t you tell me not to swear?” he nudges you with his foot.
you hum.
“oh, but you can?”
“when you reach a certain age, swearing is a natural privilege you get. sorry, satoru," you smile very innocently at him.
and then you wait for the furrowing of his brows, which happens almost immediately.
“i’m older than you," he claims.
“mental age.”
he scoffs and moves his foot off of you. his eyes close once more, blocking you from a world of seafoam and skies, and he leans back with you. his face is a foot away, and if you concentrate hard enough, you might be able to feel his breath as it fills the room.
but you've never been that great at concentrating when satoru is this close to you.
and you don't live in a world of foolish ideations.
satoru hums, the back of his throat making it seem like a groggy sound. “are they asleep?"
you lip twitches at the memory of saying goodnight.“tsumiki wasn’t even awake when i went to tuck her in," you answer, laughing a bit. and then you glare at satoru, once again. "and megumi probably won't be able to sleep after you scared him.”
satoru's eyes open again, and his relaxed, easygoing smile turns a bit malicious. “i just said that under the bed is a terrible hiding spot.”
“and this topic of conversation came up naturally?”
“i was just wishing him goodnight!" his entire body turns towards you as he pleads his case. "all i said was that the monsters wouldn’t be able to get him if he went to sleep, so he would fall asleep faster.”
you groan, hands flying up in exasperation. “satoru. he knows monsters are real.”
“i’m preparing him.”
“you’re lying.”
“pfft, megumi isn’t scared," he waves you off, hands streaking through his hair, "i showed him a fly head the other day, and the kid didn’t even blink.”
you sit up. “why was there a fly head in the house?”
“uhh… it got stuck? in my hair?”
you blink at him. “things don’t get stuck in your hair, satoru.”
he scoffs, poking your forehead to get you to sit back again. “you think my infinity considers fly heads a threat? please. we might as well eat them.”
“ugh,” your mouth turns in distaste, and you smack his hand away. “don’t even. and i know that's not true! earlier when megumi tried to hit you it was up!”
satoru raises his brows. “um, yeah.”
you give him a blank stare. “you think megumi is more of a threat than a fly head?”
“have you met that kid?”
you look at satoru with a scowl and then remember the topic at hand “no, hey, stop distracting me. don’t tell megumi about monsters before he goes to bed!”
“i said they wouldn’t get him," he rolls his eyes at you. like you're not the one who had to open the closet door to show megumi there was nothing there.
“don’t say anything at all," you tell him. "you’re banned from speaking to either of them.”
satoru smirks at you. “you want me to ignore them when you’re not here?”
“i want you to not try to scare megumi all of the time," you pinch his thigh and lean away from him, irritated and somehow entertained.
satoru's hand rubs at the wound. “i’m just testing the boundaries.”
you stare at him.
“and, i mean, obviously he doesn’t need to be worried," he points to himself. "he knows who i am.”
“who you are?”
his cheeks are a bit flushed, you notice, as he smiles adoringly at you. “you haven’t heard of satoru gojo?”
“yesterday you jumped when there was a spider in the sink.”
“i was caught off guard!” his head rolls to the side, fed up with you.
“and then you begged me to get it out," you add.
“it was a test.”
you roll your eyes but give up. there's no winning with satoru, and you don't feel like bothering him about megumi or the things he tells him. it's probably a good thing that he enjoys messing with the little boy so much.
and, anyway, you don't feel like watching his limbs fail or his smile tease anymore. it's very late, and you're very tired.
so you lay back on the unnaturally comfortable couch, telling yourself that you'll only stay for ten more minutes until you go home.
“hey,” satoru says after the moment passes.
“hmm?”
"c'mere."
you open your eyes. satoru's arms are out, strong as ever, and he's got his head tilted in invitation.
(you almost jump to his side, like a dog waiting at the door).
but you frown. "what? no."
"c'mon, we've cuddled before."
"when there wasn't any room for all of us on the couch in shoko's room without me sitting on your lap," you contradict, trying to subtly move away.
it doesn't work. satoru's hand grabs onto yours. and then it moves, cradling around your leg like a threat. he could pull you to him in one simple motion.
"don't be dramatic. when was the last time you hugged me?"
"literally never."
"well then, we're long overdue."
you try to pry his hand off of your thigh to no avail. "hug that pillow or something."
"i just want to lay here for a bit," he says, "and you look cold."
"i'm not cold," your hand goes to his wrist instead, pulling backward. he doesn't budge.
stupid training and stupid boys with their ridiculous body strength.
and stupid satoru for even trying to suggest this.
"six eyes, remember?" satoru murmurs, teasing, gesturing with his empty hand to his head.
"i know that's not how that works."
"but do you?"
and, finally, as you always knew he would, satoru pulls you towards him with his grip around your leg, and you're suddenly atoms away from him.
you meet his eyes, and this time you can actually feel the air from his breath.
"okay," he whispers, simply. "put your arm here," he moves your arm to lay across his torso, "and wrap your legs around mine," he moves his legs instead of yours, trapping you between his thighs, "and your head," he pulls you in by your neck, "goes here."
and suddenly you're laying on his chest, his arm around your waist, laying languidly with satoru gojo.
and he's honestly pretty comfortable. he must've learned it from the couch.
"this is stupid."
"you're not even trying to get away."
"like you'd let me," you whisper, shaking your head against him.
but he's right. you don't try to move. not even a little.
and sure, it's partly because you know that satoru won't let you--for whatever idiotic reason of his--and partly because you don't really want to. not that you'll ever acknowledge that.
so you listen to his heart instead, and you feel, for just a moment, like it beats differently than everyone else's. maybe faster, maybe stronger.
but that thought passes as quickly as it comes.
satoru is just human like this. with his arms around you.
and he proves it when a couple of seconds later, he whispers, “can i ask you something?”
you open your eyes and turn your head up toward him--only seeing his jaw and the tip of his nose--and wait.
satoru must be smiling, because he always is, but there's something unnatural about his face from this angle. kind of like this cuddling position.
“did you miss me?”
you frown. “what?”
“when i was gone," his fingers tap against your stomach. "we didn’t see each other for a while.”
“what?” you repeat, dumbly.
he pouts. “you didn’t notice?”
you swallow, looking back down, to his chest, or the tiny piece of lint stuck to his shirt, or the air, or anything else. "why are you asking?"
you try to leave the pleading out of the words. it's not like satoru is intentionally ruining this moment by asking. it's not like he's ever meant to hurt you. and it's not like you would tell him if he did.
you just... hadn't realized that he'd even noticed. that he thought of time apart as if it was something, its own thing, just like you.
"i'm curious," he shrugs, and his arm wraps a little bit tighter around you.
your mouth is a bit dry. "you're curious about what i thought during the six months you ghosted me?"
"what?" satoru looks down at you, but you don't move. "i didn't ghost you."
"i think not returning my calls or coming home ever counts as ghosting, satoru. i'm pretty sure that's like the exact definition."��
you might be joking. you're trying to do what he always does--deflect or make a joke out of it all. but you're less practiced. but you feel so much more.
"...you called?"
"seriously?"
"i--okay, so i was a bit, eh, distracted. i was doing a lot more missions than i'm doing now. i had to threaten the higher-ups just to get a break."
you hum against him, though there's that emptiness in your chest. the reminiscence of several months alone.
but you're used to that feeling by now. it's an old friend.
so you just sigh. "yeah, i was working a lot too. don't worry about it, i'm not mad, or anything."
"you're not?"
"no. i mean, you graduated. it's not like i expected you to show up to my room in the middle of the night or meet me for breakfast anymore. i get it."
there's a pause where you don't say that you actually did expect him to do all of that. that you'd never thought things could change so significantly in such a short amount of time.
and satoru breathes. "yeah," he whispers, his breath warm on your head.
and you're both lying. you can feel it, in the way he shifts, the way he says it.
the way it feels to just say the words to him. to be here like this and try not to care about him--about where he was and what he was doing all of that time, without you.
but you're tired, and satoru doesn't like to talk about these things.
in a more rational mindset, you might wonder why he started the conversation in the first place.
so you just lay there, feeling it as he swallows, hearing it as the blood pumps through his veins.
and when satoru finally asks, "you missed me, though, right?"
you only answer with a hum.
and fall right to sleep.
*
megumi is staring at the drool on your face. he hasn't ever seen you sleeping, and he should probably be thankful for that. your hair is messed up and you look a lot more childish than he's used to.
he's seen satoru asleep before--when he shakes him awake in the morning to make breakfast--but not like this. megumi didn't think the man could grin any wider, but apparently, it's possible.
tsumiki is trailing after him, her feet quiet against the floor, just a minute behind. they usually wake up at the same time.
"hi," she greets him as he looks on. "are they asleep?"
"yeah."
unlike megumi, tsumiki smiles at the sight of you curled into satoru's chest, hands wrapped around his waist, spit pooling on his shirt.
"should we wake them up?" megumi asks his sister, a bit bothered by the view. he'd just wanted a glass of water.
"no," tsumiki grabs his hand, pulling him away. "let them sleep. c'mon, i'll get the cereal."
and megumi takes one more look--at the two people now responsible for his wellbeing--before he walks away.
and, fine. it's a little cute.
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TF 141 + THEIR FAV CHRISTMAS ACTIVITY W/ YOU.
( master list )

John Price - gift wrapping

Price has perfected the art of wrapping Christmas presents and although he loves you with all his heart… he can’t say the same about you. It’s easy to tell who wrapped whose gift based on whether the paper is neat or scrunched up.
You’ve never had the talent for gift wrapping, choosing to fold the paper in random directions instead. As long as it covers the gift itself, it’s good enough.
You know Price hates your wrapping technique so it’s no surprise that you find him downstairs on Christmas Eve, frantically rewrapping your gifts.
“John, honey, couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” You rub your eyes as you stop at the top of the stairs. You see Price freeze before he slowly turns his head to face you.
“John? Never heard of him. I’m… Santa Claus?”
You send him a deadpan look. “John, get your ass back in bed now. I need something to hug.” You retreat back to your shared bed, waiting for your husband.
It takes him two minutes to rush back into the room, peel off his shirt, and climb back under the covers.
Peaceful silence engulfs the room until Price parts his lips. “Are you sure you don’t want to take that gift wrapping class?” He utters. You lightly slap his shoulder in response.
Simon Riley - decorating the tree and car

Simon has always preferred a more quiet atmosphere where he can tend to his thoughts. He knows how much you adore Christmas so he tries his best to enjoy the holiday without feeling overwhelmed. You quickly realized that Simon hated stepping out of his comfort zone, hence why you suggested Christmas activities that catered towards his silent personality.
This included decorating the tree. Simon was at peace for once as the fire crackled in the background while he effortlessly lifted you up, allowing you to place a few ornaments at the top of the tree.
He liked minimalistic designs, not a huge fan of chaos like Jonny was. That’s why your tree only had ornaments that represented a particular moment. There was a red jewelled sphere that Simon had bought for you two years ago and a small framed picture of the two of you cuddled up on a couch (taken by Kyle).
Strangely enough, Simon yearned to decorate something else after the tree was complete. Thus, he moved onto the car.
John (Johnny) Mctavish - building an army of snow men

Between decorating every surface of your shared house and having an endless supply of nutmeg, Johnny’s favourite activity is building snowmen. Or rather, snow creatures. He is the epitome of ‘do you wanna build a snowman?’. In fact, you’re sure he’s blasted that song enough during a cold winter day that it’ll be on his Spotify wrapped.
Sometimes Johnny creates cute snow sculptures, like the adorable bear you were sitting beside that almost felt like a pet. Other times, he’s building questionable ones. You watch as Johnny wraps a scarf around his newly made (and rather lopsided) snowman.
“Johnny, love, what is that?” You call out as you absentmindedly pick up a handful of snow.
Johnny grins as he sticks a carrot in the middle of its face, proudly showing you his newest snowman. “It looks like Simon, don’t you think?”
If you squint enough and tilt your head at a specific angle, the snowman doesn’t look as goofy. “Sure, whatever floats your boat.” You offer Johnny a reassuring smile to hide the fact that the snowman does not resemble Simon Riley in any way.
Kyle Garrick - baking

One thing Kyle loves more than eating your Christmas cookies is helping you make them. He has a soft spot for seeing you in an apron and focused on mixing the dough.
“Kyle, can you find the cookie cutters for me?” You ask, blinking up at him innocently. He sends you a charming grin, immediately opening every drawer he can get his hands on.
It takes him half an hour to actually find the cookie cutters and by then, you’re done with the dough.
“Took you long enough.” You laugh at him, pinching his muscled bicep. Kyle finds joy in using the cookie cutters to create different shapes; trees, snowflakes, reindeer. But his absolute favourite part is decorating.
He has a knack for adding too many sprinkles, leaving little to no cookie left. Nevertheless, when you plate the treats, you make sure to put his creations in the middle.
“They look cute, love.” You say as you softly kiss his nose. He knows you’re lying but he doesn’t really care, not when your hands are running through his hair and you’re peppering his face with smooches.
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San ღ Kitten [M]
ღ Ateez San x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.8k ღ genre: smut (dom!San, sub!reader is called “kitten” and calls San “master”, (implied) edging, reader has handcuffs & a collar, praise, spanking, orgasm control, a bit of dumbification, breeding kink, a bit of dacryphilia, denied orgasm, aftercare) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: heavy power dynamic
Desc.: Your master playing with you and subsequently riling you up turns into him teaching you a lesson.
Author's note: I am back from the dead akjdflkads somewhat at least... I hope y'all enjoy <3
“S-san…” a stuttered mewl escapes you as you turn your head to glance at your boyfriend.
“Yes, kitten?” His lowered voice resounds in your ears and makes you clench around his fingers that are working you at a leisurely pace. Your reaction causes him to grin, one corner of his mouth rising up higher than the other, and it reminds you of what a helpless position you’re in. You gulp, trying to wiggle your hips closer to him, but he’s quick to pull his digits out of you, placing his palm on your bare ass instead and pushing you away. He does all this while never once taking his eyes off the tv screen in front of the bed - the movie he put on has long lost you, because all you can focus on is how San toys with you, light and seemingly mindless touches playing with your dripping cunt, but you know it’s all deliberate.
You’re draped over one of his legs as he sits on the bed, his back leaned comfortably against a few pillows. Your ass is pointing towards him and you make sure to remind yourself to keep your back prettily arched for him, while your hands are joint together by a cute set of pink handcuffs, decorated with some white lace. They match your collar, and the harness he’s dressed you up in - leather straps wrapped around your chest, your tummy, and down to your thighs, with nothing else covering your body. It’s one of his favourite ways to make his kitten look pretty for him, and you know that currently you’re only here for his entertainment. He’ll keep you in this position for as long as he wants, not caring about how badly your aching pussy is begging for a release.
And you’re going to be good for him, patiently waiting until he’s satisfied and hoping that he would grant you at least one release.
His hand makes its way up your back, fingertips dancing along your skin and you shiver under his touch.
“Getting excited, kitten?” he teases, and you can’t suppress a pout on your lips as you turn your head to shoot him another look over your shoulder. His warm palm wanders all the way back down and past your ass, until it comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his hand. “Answer,” he demands, and his tone changes ever so slightly. He peels his eyes off the tv screen now, and the second his gaze finds yours, you feel heat rushing through your veins.
“Y-yes…”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Y-yes, master…” you repeat, trying to make yourself smaller, but still your chest fills with warmth as you gain a nod of approval from San.
“That’s what I want to hear.” His hand leaves your skin in order to find his own core instead, and in the corner of your eye you can see the bulge that has formed in his pants. He lets out a deep breath as he begins palming himself through his clothes, all while taking in the way you’re cowering in front of him. Curious to watch what he’s doing to himself, you twist your body so you would get a better view, but he’s quick to stop what he’s doing, his hand flying to your ass instead. The smacking sound of his punishment is accompanied by a pained moan coming from your mouth, and once the pain subsides, pleasure takes over.
“Don’t look,” San scolds you, his voice sounding strict. Then he reaches out to place his palm on top of your head, guiding you to turn it away from him. You try to respond, but no sound comes out of your throat when your lips part. “Stay like this.” The soft rustling of his pants tells you that he’s continuing to pleasure himself, and the way you can faintly hear his breath quicken makes you excited as well. Still, you obey, wiggling your hips on top of him in an attempt to convince him to touch you.
“Needy, aren’t we?” San comments, arousal ringing in his words. “Bet you’re just waiting for me to fuck you dumb, hm? Isn’t that right, my little kitten?”
“Y-yeah…” you whisper, earning yourself another slap against your ass, this time with more force, and an uncontrolled sound escapes you.
“Shit, didn’t I tell you not to be so horny all the time?” San says, and you can feel him moving underneath you, followed by more rustling of his clothes.
“Y-yes, master… c-can’t help it…” you stammer, not daring to move. At this point both of you have forgotten all about the movie, and the upbeat music coming from the tv barely even reaches your ears. All you can think about is San, and how good it would feel if he would finally fill you up.
“You can’t help it?” he coos over you now, and a shiver runs down your spine as both of his hands find purchase on your hips. “Gonna have to try harder then, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yea-” you try to answer, but the air is knocked out of your lungs when you feel his hot tip pressing against your folds from behind. Slowly but steadily, San builds up speed as he rubs his cock against your pussy, and you bite your lip hard in order to keep any sounds from falling from your lips. However, with how he has edged you before, your body betrays you, and you begin shivering uncontrollably underneath him.
“Bet you wanna have me inside you, hm? You want that?” he keeps teasing you as he rocks his hips back and forth, and when you arch your back just a little more for him, you earn yourself another spank. “Answer me, kitten.”
“Y-yes… master… want your cock… inside me…” you babble. But instead of granting you your wish, San deprives you of the feeling of his length rubbing against you.
“And what did I tell you?”
“T-told me?” you ask, unsure what he wants to hear.
“Don’t play dumb now, kitten,” he mutters dangerously as he reaches around your throat with one hand, bringing you into an upright position so that your shoulders are now pressed against his bare chest. One of his digits finds your lips, brushing against them and making you gulp, while his breath tickles the side of your throat. “Did I allow you to be like this?”
“N-no…” you say, putting one and one together in your mind.
“Then what did I tell you?”
“N-not to be so… h-horny, master…”
“Exactly. So be good.” He releases you, having you fall forward, back to your earlier position. One light tap to the back of your thigh is all it takes for you to position yourself in front of him, and when you can feel him prodding at your entrance, you bite back a moan. “And don’t you dare cum.” His deep voice rings in your ears when he pushes inside you, and when he starts fucking you as he holds you in place by your hips, tears begin welling up in your eyes. The pleasure makes you feel dizzy, and you feel helpless against it. There’s no way you’d be able to stop the orgasm building up in the pits of your stomach from overwhelming you, and yet you have to try. You have to be good for San.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me…” San groans as he pounds into you from behind, the sensation of him digging his nails into your flesh not helping you keep your composure at all. “Makes me wanna breed you so good… fuck you and fill you up until you can’t walk anymore…” Your throat releases a desperate mewl and you claw into the sheets as your vision turns blurry.
“C-can’t take it…!” you manage to say through gritted teeth - you know if he keeps going you’re going to cum in no time.
“You can’t?” San pants, stopping his motions at once, and your body tenses up. A sense of relief overcomes you when he pulls out, and at the same time you feel bad about not being able to handle him.
“S-sorry… ‘m sorry, master…” you stutter, your thighs still shaking.
“My kitten…” San’s soothing voice calms you immediately, along with him now rubbing circles onto your lower back. “This all wouldn’t have happened if you had listened to your master.”
“Y-yes…” you say. “I’m sorry…”
“Do you promise to do better next time?” he asks, a strain apparent in his voice while his other hand wraps around his cock, and he starts jerking himself off.
“I promise…” you mewl, voice filled with desperation.
“Then I’ll give you a taste of what you’ll have when you learn how to be good for me,” San says, adding, “Turn around.” You roll onto your back, letting him spread your legs, and as you’re lying there, all sprawled out for him, a pleading look still on your face, you realize you can’t do anything but watch as he brings himself closer to his high.
“That’s a good kitten…” he praises you as you hold your breath, not daring to make another sound, and your widened eyes staring at his length and at the hand working himself. “Such a good kitten for me…” With a broken moan and his eyes tightly shut, San comes undone, spurts of cum shooting out of his tip and the warm seed lands directly on your pussy. Your walls clench at the sensation, but otherwise you do everything in your might to stay still for him, watching as he releases onto you.
It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath. Then, he reaches for your arms to free you from the cuffs, bringing each of your wrists to his lips to kiss them, before he leans in to also blow a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Him cupping your face, he checks in with you,
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah…” you say, the adrenaline still rushing through your body. He places a soft kiss onto your forehead, before sitting up and reaching for the water bottle on his bedside table and taking a sip of it. Without swallowing, he draws near and kisses you, passing the water onto you and making you drink it from his mouth. Then he helps you sit up, offering you more of it, and he holds the bottle for you as you take a few more sips. You show him a pleading look before scooting over closer to him, and with one arm wrapped around your frame, San allows you to rest your head against his chest for a little while. Putting the bottle back and instead reaching for the towel he had placed down next to it, he hands it to you, and then brings some distance between the two of you. Resting his back against the pillows, he cocks his head slightly to the left, before he speaks an order, his voice soft like velvet.
“Clean yourself, kitten. Maybe next time you're able to earn yourself what you want.”
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