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garoujo · 2 years ago

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・✶ ｡ﾟrin doesn’t know what comes over him when he sees you draped in his jersey, in his name.

♱ warnings — f!reader, needy!rin, biting, f!oral receiving briefly, he’s feral for you in his jersey, all characters written 22+ / note. i swear i blacked out + when i came 2 this was in my drafts so i’m sorry it this reads like a crazy insane person wrote it, it was me <3

rin doesn’t know what comes over him when he sees you, draped in his jersey as his eyes scan the way his name lays over your skin — something primal turning in his stomach as his mind fogs and his cock twitches despite the fatigue lacing the rest of him.

but suddenly he’s never felt more energised as he approaches you, you’re pretty when you turn to greet him — neckline hanging around your skin, exposed collarbones basically begging him to claim you.

“did you have a good practice?” you breathe before it’s cut off by a breathy little whimper when rin’s pressing up against you, caging you against the kitchen counter as he smears kisses along the dip of your shoulder — stretching the fabric wider to expose more skin for him to devour.

“yeah, fuck.. looks good on you.” the need in his voice surprises even him as it curls down your spine, feeling him mouth and bite at the pulse points in your throat before he’s pressing your chest against the counter. it was unlike him to be so desperate, but you can already feel the way his cock is straining against his sweats, pressing between your thighs as his fingers curl around your panties.

rin feels himself throb at the thin little piece of fabric that separates him from your cunt, you dressed in only his shirt is like a perfect little slice of heaven and fuck— he’d be prepared to beg at this point if you weren’t already helping him push off your panties.

you push yourself up from the counter slightly when his body leaves you, followed by the dull sound of his knees hitting the ceramic tiling before he’s burying himself between your thighs — making you tremble when he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your folds.

“rin, ah! what’s gotten.. into you?” it’s so fucking messy the way he’s smacking and slurping at you, large palms taking slow handfuls of your ass so he can spread you wider, making it easier for him to bathe your clit in strong licks and mindless rolls of his tongue until you’re grinding back into his movements.

“people ‘ll know you’re, fuck—they’ll know you’re mine.” rin grunts as he pulls you closer, pushing himself past the entrance to your pussy so he can taste the slick gathered there. he swallows loudly with every messy, lewd press of his tongue along the spots that have you melting, reaching back to twist your hands in his hair and pull him closer.

but just as your lips part to moan he leaves you, stumbling onto his feet as his trembling hands pull at his waistband. his fingers grab around the shaft of his cock and you feel the pre-cum smear along your thighs as he moves closer, curling over you until he’s got you pinned back against the counter.

you can feel the way rin’s panting against you, his muscled chest expanding against the skin of your back with every ragged breath he takes. his lips press back against your neck as he lines himself up, grunting to himself as he begins to sink into you.

you’re already babbling at the stretch — dreamy moans of his name followed by ‘ts too much, too big and he doesn’t think you’ve ever sounded prettier as he curses roughly, pulling back to admire the way his fucking surname looks printed against your skin. “say… ughhh, say you’re mine.”

theres a mixture of want and carnal need throbbing in rin’s cock as he pushes into you. feeling you twitch and twist, grab and scratch at his forearm when he grazes past your swollen sweet spots while you reward the spread of his cock with another dizzying squeeze that makes him swear he’s gonna pass out.

he’s always been big, no matter how many times he’s fucked you — moulded your insides to the shape of his cock you were always so tight around him, clenching hard until he’s smearing messy kisses along your shoulder, fucking drooling along your skin while his hands are almost curling fists into your hips.

rin grunts, followed by a satisfied moan from your pouty lips when he finally bottoms out — you’re so full and his hips press tightly against yours for a few moments. but he’s so needy, his fingers flex almost too hard in the skin as he readjusts his feet with a low growl and draws his hips back, slamming back into you immediately after.

the pace he starts is almost animalistic, each thrust feels heavy and sharp, the blunt head of his cock sliding along every sweet spot perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body as you jolt beneath him. “rin—p-please.”

you whimper, surprised you can still form a sentence with how rin already has your head spinning, fucking almost every word and coherent thought out of your mind that isn’t his name or how fucking good he’s making you feel. the sound of his pants and growls between your moans only makes you feel even better, feeling him drive you closer to the cool kitchen counter beneath you as he palms and grabs at your body.

“fu-uck, ‘ts mine. you’re mine, need you to take it.” he growls against your skin, his teeth grazing the nape of your neck before his tongue laves over the skin after. his pace stutters as he pulls back, large palm pressing gently against the back of your neck just as he’s angling your hips higher against his own, sharp eyes trained on you as his fingers twist in the material.

the new angle only drives rin to shove his cock deeper into your pussy while the lewd, wet squelching noises bouncing around the kitchen every time his hips slam against yours grows even louder.

you let out a babble of his name from your pouty lips, one that’s whispery and choked and his eyes almost fucking roll into the back of his head at the sound. your walls twitch and clamp down around him even harder until he’s throbbing inside of you, each quick thrust feel like it’s leaving you breathless and driven by the same determination that would burn in him during a game.

rin groans, almost whimpers as his jaw slackens, pushing his dark bangs back from where they’re sticking slightly to the light sheen of sweet across his forehead. but despite how fucked out he is, he still finds it in himself to pull you back up against his chest, letting your head twist over your shoulder to meet his so he can kiss you — grumbling against your lips as he pulls you close.

“fuck—like that. ‘ts my name, fucking mine.”

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peachjaem00 · 9 months ago

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au: Happy birthday to my man, the love of my life Jae! And happy Valentine´s day lovelies <3

warnings: mentions of weed, to smoke a blunt with jae UGHHH my literal dream!

[11:50 pm] Jaehyun knew it was late. He knew that the second he'd step a foot on the door he was going to find nothing but darkness accompanied by the slight noise of the night and your sleeping figure. He knew his work ruined not only his Valentine’s Day but his birthday and the opportunity to spend it with his partner. He loved his job but it was moments like these where the idol life really took a toll on him.

He opened the door waiting to be received by the silent apartment but your standing figure alongside a living room filled with fluffy blankets, the coffee table filled with popcorn and snacks, the tv with the beginning of one of his favorite movies on pause and a gift on your hands was the first thing that he saw.

“What the fuck?” You smiled by seeing how surprised he actually was.

You knew you weren’t gonna be able to go out for Valentine’s Day because of his schedule, so you planned a movie marathon where you watched all of the movies he liked, which you usually didn’t watch because you’re not the biggest fan.

“What’s all this?” He dropped his bag on the floor and walked towards you. When he was finally in front of you his hands moved on his own, positioning themselves on your forearms since your hands were holding a big gift bag.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You said with the biggest smile which he mirrored. “And happy birthday!” You push the bag in front of him, the excitement was very evident in your eyes. “C’mon open it!”

Jaehyun opened the bag with such delicacy, he didn’t want to rip it so he can keep it as a little memento of this precious occasion. He gasped when he saw the content of the bag. A first edition of his favorite vinyl record, a new watch and several blunts, you must have known his stash was empty -he thanked the lord since he hated rolling them up-.

“No fucking way!” He said with the biggest smile on his face. “This is way too much, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh please, it was my pleasure.” He hugged you with such force it hurt a little bit you didn’t care. “You deserve nothing but the best Jae.”

“That must be why I have you as a partner.” You could feel your cheeks getting warm. “I got you something too.” He said after breaking the hug. “It’s not much and it’s small but I think you’ll like it.” He took out a little box out of his bag and gave it to you.

“Oh you didn’t have to Jae give me anything, it’s your birthday, not mine.” You admired the box. It was a deep navy blue, velvet, and a little heavy.

“It’s valentines tho, my baby deserves something.” You blushed even though he always calls you that, you still blush.

You opened the box and gasped at the contents of it. A beautiful pearl necklace lays inside the box with a little medal that has J+ your initial. It was so beautiful you couldn’t believe it.

“Jaehyun, oh my god.” He grabbed the necklace and put it on you. You could feel the brush of his fingers on your skin, the goosebumps followed no long after their touch. “I love it, thank you so much.” Your voice is soft but it was filled with gratitude and love.

“I love you baby.” And then he kissed your lips, those lips he adored so much.

“I love you too.”

“What about we light one of these up and start our movie marathon huh?” He already had the blunt and the lighter out, he was just waiting for you to give the green light.

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled and laughed at his excitement.

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therrerium-valkryonia · 2 years ago

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(Note: The main character is Samus-Aran from the game "Metroid" and is completely fictional)

The tentacles we're around the corner and it has already scratched into her zero suit but not her skin, she was terrified with tears forming in her eyes her forearm laid atop her big pregnant belly and she gripped her gun tightly as her water drips down slowly while the timer ticks down closer to her labor and she shallowly pants and made a quick decision and ran to the empty and old rooms but the contraction stopped her mid way and the tentacle tried grapplig but she shot it while slowly waddling over to the room and is cautious enough to lock the door behind her but the pain burns throughout and keep her on all fours crawling around and found a cloth to bite.

She endured the heavy pain as the head scraps her entrance she presses her hands onto her taut belly and pull her head back grunting is so much pain and she stays in the corner for only one hour and left a puddle of sweat and tears in the corner and creeps to the other door while completely bent over with a bulging head but the pain struck and she fell to her knees letting go of the cloth, "nnnggaaaa, hngaaaghhh, hrrgh. grrghh- haah haah nggrrhh, GAAAAAHHHHH!" And the baby forced itself out and the suit being a naturally tightening suit it began squeezing it out and she had her hands on her belly looking down, dripping sweat and slowly getting up and while bent over creeps up to the door and gets through and seeing the robot she gruntily runs across, "Nggnhh, hrrnnngghh, houghhh, aughh, aghh, ughhh, unghhh nungghhh" She hid behind a counter and held her gun up digging her nails into her belly as the baby inches forward was strecthing her suit and slightly tore it open.

"Urghh, Arghh" She couldn't resist anymore "Ha- Hoouh Nggnnhhh, Nrggnnhhh" And she pushed through the suit and forced her head against the counter "Aoughhh, Okay not n- Nhy- Mnggmm" And they baby gushed through and puddling all over we're fluids as Samus got onto her knees looking over the counter and aimed at the bot shooting it's head while holding onto her baby's head a contraction hit and winced "Hagh, Hrgh, Hrnngghh, GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" And she had pushed with all her might and the baby came falling out and she quickly caught the little girl and cradled her into her arms revealing her nip for the baby to feed as she gasps shallowly and gets to finish the mission eventually and she denied all medical attention and wanted to nap.

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amyispxnk · 1 year ago

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That's one of the sweetest things I've ever read. So beautiful and perfect and lovey 🤧

And, though he'll never admit it even to you, he enjoys community events. He gets to see the people he loves having a nice time and feeling safe.

He's just so fucking caring and a big old fucking SOFTIE at heart. UGHHH.

"Hi," you say, opening your eyes. Joel stands in front of you, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass similar to your own. His hair curls at his collar, edges still a little wet from the shower he must have taken before coming here. His shirt is rolled to his elbows, his jacket clearly discarded somewhere. Your gaze trails up his chorded forearms, his watch securely in place as always. This is what you've called his "nice" shirt, a deep green that makes the grey of his beard all the more striking and brings out his eyes.

That description. INCREDIBLE and definitely made me salivate a little because.. the long hair, THATS STILL SLIGHTLY WET TOO?? you're killing me here. And that shirt. I know the shirt and I'm going feral all over again.

You don't bother being quiet when you climb up the stairs because you know he'll be pissed if you don't wake him to let him know you're home. The bedroom light is on but when you actually go in you see he's in bed with his book in his lap, glasses sliding down his nose. His eyes are closed and his bare chest rises slowly.

The reading glasses 😭😭😭😭

He shifts on the couch a little and you take control of your clasped hands, holding one of his in both of yours as you trace the lines on his palm, the veins that go up his arm while he talks.

I really loved that because that little thing of just tracing the lines of someone's hand - it's so sweet and soft and cute and tender to me. Aghh

He's quiet for a few breaths. "C'mere," he says softly. You don't know exactly what he means but he pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him, his arm firm around your hips. It could be a heated position, often is, but here it's just to be close. You catch yourself on his shoulders and drag your hands up to his cheeks. You hold his face in your hands, thumbs stroking the soft, forever-bruised skin under his eyes.

So fucking sweet. Too sweet. 'but here it's just to be close' MY GOD. I love this. Loved this. Ufhfsmakkdmd

watching you with wonder

joel miller x reader joel claims to have heard something interesting. too bad he keeps insisting he needs more information before he can tell you | 5.4k a/n: same universe as come care about me but not necessary to read that one first! joel is soft, this is my version of him where he and ellie heal and he gets to have a life etc etc etc | domesticity, post-part i jackson au, joel is a flirt and a gossip but good thing you are too, a fair amount of kissing, fluff, softness, peace and all that good stuff

It's been a long day. The supply run you'd been dreading went off without a hitch but you were out of the gate at sun-up and in the saddle for most of the morning and afternoon. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, and you're dirty from a day outside the walls.

You haven't seen Joel since this morning. Not unusual, not by any means. Most days you're both doing something in town, occasionally one of you out on patrol. You're partial to the plant work and Joel likes to chop wood or check out houses that need upgrades with Tommy. But after a day like today you want nothing more than to go home and complain about how much you miss cars while Joel works the knots out of your shoulders.

But tonight is Festival Night. Nothing big, just a dance at the barn that serves as the community center with music and drinks and food. And Joel, despite his insistence that he's Jackson's resident grump, will be there, because Tommy will have asked him to go and he doesn't like disappointing his brother. And, though he'll never admit it even to you, he enjoys community events. He gets to see the people he loves having a nice time and feeling safe.

So you head from the stables to the main hall, not bothering to stop at home. Jackson seems to be lit up extra special, the air a little lighter due to the laughter and music brightening the night. The noise becomes almost overwhelming when you open the door and slide inside, dropping your pack against the wall. It's much warmer in here and you unbutton your coat as you make your way through the crowd, waving to people as you go.

Joel is here somewhere but you don't try too hard to spot him. You know he'll find you. Someone calls your name and you pivot on your heel to find Ellie waving at you from a...poker table?

"Wanna join?" she asks once you walk over. Next to her is Tommy, who looks significantly less excited than she does. "I'm teaching Tommy how to play poker. Oh, sorry, I'm fucking smoking Tommy at poker."

"I know how to play, you little shit," Tommy growls. "Who taught you? This isn't poker, this is a fuckin' massacre."

Ellie cackles and tips her chair back so she's balancing on the back legs.

"I'll pass this round," you tell her. "Looks like you've got him handled."

"You just want to find Joel." She looks at you in that uncanny way of hers like she knows all of your secrets. But this is one you have no problem admitting.

You smile at her. "Seen him?"

"Now that you're here I'm sure he'll slink out of whatever corner he stuck himself in," Tommy grumbles. "Girl, you sure you ain't countin' cards?"

You leave them to it and wander over to the bar. Astrid pours you a glass of something amber. You take a sip and let the burn warm your throat, your stomach. The music behind you picks up and there's laughter and you turn to see people pairing up and flocking to the floor.

You close your eyes to enjoy the sounds that mean peace, safety, home. It never gets old and you never quite get used to it. You inhale deep and -- ah, yes. There it is. A smile spreads across your face as you breathe in wood glue, gunpowder, the soap you make at home. Your heart beats a little faster, even after all this time.

Eyes that settle on you in a way that sends heat up your spine.

"Howdy," he says. "You just get here?"

"Like you weren't watching the door for me," you tease. He shrugs and reaches for you, his free hand curling around your hip to tug you close for just a few moments. Joel presses his lips to your cheek lightly, his beard scratching your skin as he pulls away and settles at your side, arm resting on the bar behind you.

"Well, I ain't seen you all day," he reminds you. As if you could forget. Every second you're not looking at him you sort of wish you were. There aren't many good things left in your life -- all of them are in this town, now -- and you tend to hold on to the ones you still have with both hands. Joel, despite the fact that he'd argue with you over it, is your good thing. Your best thing.

"Miss me?"

"Dumb question," he mutters.

His fingers brush against the back of your bicep, warm through your jacket. "How was the run?"

"Easy. Long." You take a sip of your drink. It's still warming but doesn't measure up to the solid warmth of the man beside you. "I came straight here."

"That would explain why you smell like shit," he drawls. You smack his chest. He doesn't so much as flinch.

"Rude."

Joel watches the crowd and you watch him. That's how it usually goes with you two. You figure he's watching for threats, for any sign of something going wrong. It's a habit most folks here find hard to break. He's watching Ellie, who has left the poker table behind, twirl some of the children around with Dina, he's watching Tommy try to teach a few drunk guys how to square dance like he does every Festival. Joel curls his hand around your shoulder and you lean back into the touch.

On a night like tonight when joy is more contagious than the fungus spreading through the rotting world, Joel loosens up a little. It's a good look on him and it only ever means good things for you -- he laughs more, he touches you more. But most importantly you know he lets life in. He lets that knot you know is in his chest, the one made of fear and loss and survival and all of the horrible fucked up things he's seen and done, he lets it loosen even just a bit. He lets himself feel the good things, too. How much the people in this town respect him, care about him. How much they appreciate him. How much they love him, how much you love him.

You look at him in the soft light of the barn. There's a tug to his mouth that you know.

He looks smug. It's a nice look on him, a relaxed one. He looks too handsome for his own good. And though you love him, love how he's enjoying the night, like hell you're going to let him stand there and get away with whatever he's cooking up.

"Joel Miller, why are you looking so pleased with yourself?"

"No reason," he says. He takes another sip of his drink, side-eyeing you over the rim. This man.

You tap the heel of your boot against his. "Don't make me beg."

His eyes flash but he turns into your space, the solid shape of him curling around you as well as his arm. In another world, in another life, he could be a handsome man picking you up at a bar.

"I heard somethin'," he says, voice low. "Somethin'...interestin'."

"Really?" You look around the barn as if the object of his gossip will materialize in front of you. "Tell me."

He leans back and you have to stop yourself from following. "Don't think so."

"Joel."

This man can be such a shit when he wants to be.

He holds the hand carrying his glass up in surrender, the brown liquor sloshing close to the rim. "Hey now, don't go shootin' the messenger."

"I can't because he won't tell me the message."

"S'not anything worth tellin' just yet," he drawls. "I need a little more intel. Y'know, make it worth your while."

You sigh, hamming it up a bit by thunking your forehead to his collar. Joel huffs a laugh and fully drapes his arm across your shoulders, warm and solid.

It's all fun but you know there's a note of truth to it. Joel can lie better than most people but he doesn't lie to you. "Fine. You get away with it for now."

The song changes to something old and slow, something you recognize but don't quite remember the name of.

"Only if you dance with me," you say. You swallow the last of your drink and push off the bar, sliding out from under his arm. You hold your hand out to him and wiggling your fingers. "It's only fair."

He sighs like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. And he is, sometimes. But right now his cheeks are a little flushed from the drink and your flirting and you want to see how far you can take it.

"Unless I smell too much like shit," you goad. You don't actually think he'll go for it. Joel doesn't dance. It feels like the kind of good time, the kind of joy that is forever stuck in the past, left behind twenty odd years ago. Honestly, you think he'll just drag you home and have his way with you in your warm bed.

But he manages to surprise you.

Joel throws back his drink and grabs your hand. His thumb strokes your skin.

"S'pose it is," he says. "You don't smell that bad."

A delighted laugh spills from you. He leads you to the already-crowded dance floor, pulling you close with a hand on your back. You rest your arm on his broad shoulder and hook your thumb in his collar.

"Not so bad, is it?" you say. Your faces are so close you're practically cheek to cheek. You feel his breath on the shell of your ear, his beard a little prickly against your cheek.

"Could be worse." You and Joel gently sway and you toy with the ends of his hair. Over his shoulder you can see Dina and Ellie dancing, arms wrapped around each other tight. You close your eyes and match your breaths to Joel's.

"We should do this more often," you say. "Bet they'd let you play guitar at the next festival if you wanted."

Joel hums.

"Don't forget you have to deliver the firewood to the school tomorrow." He presses his hand to your back and pulls you even closer. "Are you listening to me?"

"Mhm."

"Joel --" Your eyes fly open and you try to pull away to goad him but he holds you steadily against him.

"Hush," he says, fingers squeezing yours. "I'm enjoyin' the moment."

You allow it.

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The gossip Joel mentioned is in the back of your mind but you know he'll tell you when he's satisfied with his information gathering or whatever the fuck he's up to. Sure, it's silly, maybe even pointless but you like to think of it as a display of the trust you have in each other. You trust Joel with your life and you've put that into practice, watched him bloody his knuckles for the ones he loves. You also trust him with your heart, your body, your mind. There's no part of you that his hands haven't touched, haven't loved in the jagged, intense way of his.

Plus you enjoy seeing him pleased with himself, which you know he will be once he has the whole story to tell you. It's not a mood you see on him often.

You finally have a free night and Ellie asks you to come over to try out a new video game Jesse found for her on patrol. Joel waves you off when you offer to stay in with him instead.

"Means I'll get some peace and quiet to finish my book," he grumbles, handing you your coat even though you're walking across the yard. He's already peeled off his boots and looks half-awake in the dim light of your entryway, glasses tucked into the collar of his sweater.

"More like you're going to sit in bed and fall asleep reading without me talking to keep you awake."

He sends you off with an eye roll and a soft kiss which you turn into two more, just because. Maybe a few years ago he'd sit in the chair downstairs and wait for you to come home. He does like to play his guitar on the porch when it's not too cold, keep an eye on things. But you'll be with Ellie just out back and it's been a long week. It's no small point of pride that, with the help of your reassurance and persistent care and his own conviction, Joel allows himself to relax a little. "Have fun."

You do. Ellie and Joel have a history that is complex and tender, so much so that sometimes it's too much for both of them. After it seemed like she was open to it, you've tried to make sure you and her have a relationship all your own. She's smart and funny and fiercely loyal to the people she cares about. You feel lucky to be one of them.

But she still annihilates your ass when it comes to video games.

"You know," she says, cracking her knuckles after yet another defeat. "It's embarrassing as shit how you literally lived in a time where you could play these like, whenever you wanted. And yet it's me, who was born after the world ended, who keeps winning."

You make sure to look unamused. "Whatever." You stand, stretching out your spine with your arms above your head and yawn. "It's teenage luck." You have no idea how this girl stays up so late all the time.

"I guess I'm just good at everything."

"Oh, you sure about that?" She hands you your coat and tugs on the strings of her sweatshirt. "I've seen you in a kitchen. You might want to rethink that one."

"Psh," she says, waving you off. "Who needs to cook, anyway?"

You slide into your boots and shake your head. "I'm actually shocked Dina puts up with you."

"Hey, fuck you!" she cries, though she's hiding a smile. "No insulting me in my own home. It's Joel's fault, anyway. He can't cook either."

You snort. "Don't I know it." She grins at you fully, the one you call her shark-tooth smile, and you grin back. "Thanks for this, kiddo. I had fun."

"Yeah, maybe one day you'll win." You tug her in for a quick hug which she allows before squirming away. "Alright, alright. Go make sure he didn't burn down the house without you, or something."

It's late, late enough that you feel yourself getting more tired with each step back to the porch. Joel left the back door unlocked for you. You latch the deadbolt behind you and peel off your outer layers in the dark. A quick glance in the kitchen tells you Joel put your stuff from dinner away and is probably in bed. He's left out your mugs, ready for the morning, and the list he's been making of things you need to do around the house before it snows. You love to see the pieces of your life on display like this -- signs that this is a home.

He's probably only half-asleep, probably heard you come in and decided it was safe enough to shut his eyes until you say something. So you get ready for bed quickly, tugging on soft clothes and brushing your teeth before creeping over to his side of the bed and perching on the edge of it, resting your hand on his thigh under the covers.

"Joel," you say softly. "Joel, are you asleep?"

"Yes," he grumbles. His eyes flutter open, the piercing grey a little clouded with tiredness. He reaches for his glasses and pulls them from his face a bit clumsily. "You okay? You n'Ellie have fun?"

"We did. She's so good at video games it's a little scary." You pluck the frames from his hand and fold them, setting them on his bedside table with his book. He grunts and pushes himself up a little more in bed, his leg pressing against your tailbone through the blankets. It's a real show of your restraint that you don't run your hands over the golden and hairy expanse of his chest, the broad line of his shoulders. Instead you reach for his face and he lets you, eyes crinkling at the corners as he tries and fails to hide his amusement as you trail your fingers through his hair. Just being here with him makes you a little sleepy, your body catching up with your mind at how you always feel safest when he's in the room with you. "S'cold, though. I think we might need to put some more insulation in the shed for her."

"Alright," he says. Joel wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls your palm to his cheek but quickly flinches away. "Christ," he mutters. "Your hands are cold." He encases both of your hands in his and rubs slowly, throughly.

"Let me get in bed, then." You make no effort to move.

Joel blows on your fingers and, in a move that's tender even for him, presses his lips to their tips. "I ain't holdin' you here."

"Sarcasm," you say. "And Ellie claims you're not funny." Joel scoffs and you laugh, rising from his side of the bed and making your way around to yours. Joel flicks back the covers and you slide in, facing him.

"Light off?" he asks. You nod. He shuffles around to flip the switch and then settles into his side with a groan. It's dark but you know his face with your eyes closed, let alone in the moonlight of your bedroom. The gash on the bridge of his nose, the scruff of his greying beard, the nicks along his cheeks and temples. The age spots, the wrinkles, the lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, these days more from smiles and laughter than stress and worry. Or so you like to think.

"Got any gossip for me yet?"

Joel huffs. "Not quite."

"Jooooooel," you whine, scooting closer. You hook a leg over his and slide your hand over his stomach, fingers catching on the hair above the waistband of his sleep pants. He makes a noise deep in his throat but otherwise allows it.

"I ain't givin' you half-assed information," he says. "It'll be worth the wait."

With Joel, it always is. You consider dragging it out a little more but you're cold and tired and he's so warm and you barely saw him at all today. "Alright," you say. You pull yourself even closer under the covers, dragging your nose over the hollow of his throat, his beard a delicious scratch on your skin. Your hand curls around his hip and he reaches for you on instinct, warm, callused palms sliding under your sleep shirt to press into your bare skin.

He huffs a tired laugh, chest rumbling with amusement. "What're you up to?"

"You're warm," you say into his skin.

"And you're handsy."

You trail your lips up to his and press them to the corner of his mouth. "You love it."

"Guess I do," Joel says. He catches you in a lazy, slow kiss, tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you part them. He licks into your mouth like he's got all the time in the world and you let him. His nose presses against yours and you sigh even further into the embrace, pressing as close as you can, as if you could crawl into him and stay there forever. Any cold lingering in your bones is dispelled by Joel's touch, by the thigh he wedges between your legs. This could turn into something more, and you love when it does, but tonight it's just about being close. His hand trails up your side to cup your face as the kisses get lazier, sleepier. You're slotting his bottom lip between yours when he pulls back and --

Yawns in your face.

He looks a little surprised and then frowns. You laugh and smooth the crease between his brows before kissing him once more.

"Jesus, Joel," you say. "Bedtime."

"Was sleepin' fine before you got here," he grumbles, but in the same breath he wraps his arm around you and tugs you with him as he turns onto his back so your head lays on his chest. You match your breaths to his. He presses a kiss to your hair.

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Two nights later you wake to an empty bed.

You sleepily trail your hand through the sheets and find they still carry Joel's warmth. He must have gotten up a few minutes ago. You force your eyes to open but don't see a light in the bathroom, find no shadow in your eyesight. You can hear his voice in your head saying go back to sleep, s'nothin' but you know better than to listen to him when it comes to this. It's not like you'll be able to until you know he's okay, anyway.

So you wrap the blanket from the foot of your bed around yourself and shuffle through the house and down the stairs.

"Joel?" you call quietly.

"Kitchen," he replies, a warm grumble in the still of the night. You didn't even look at the clock when you got out of bed but it must be late.

He sits in the dark at your small kitchen table, eyes fixed on Ellie's garage out back. He's put a shirt on. Of course. Nightmare. This is where he always sits after he has one. His hands are wrapped around his mug. Based on the smell it's chamomile tea -- the only time he'll drink it instead of coffee is on nights like tonight. He had no idea it even grew in the greenhouses here until you presented him with a jar of it for Ellie back when you were still tiptoeing around whatever was between you. Those days are long gone.

"You okay?" You keep your voice hushed. It's rare these days that he'll want to be alone. You're the only one who gets to see him like this other than Ellie. It took a while but now Joel lets you comfort him, he lets you hold him together when he needs it.

He tears his eyes from the window to meet yours, chin tipped up as he gets a good look at you in the dark.

"M'alright." You take a few more steps into the kitchen and he frowns. "You cold?" He reaches for you with one hand, beckoning you close. You step into his space and he wraps one arm around you, leans his head against your soft stomach. You untangle from the blanket slightly to run your fingers through his hair. The touch is as grounding for him as it is for you.

"What can I do?" you ask him, ignoring his question.

You can feel the warmth of his palm through the blanket and your sleep shirt. "This is just fine. Just need a minute."

"You wanna take that minute on the couch?" He grunts his assent and you step back to allow him to get up. He leaves his mug on the table but catches your hand to pull you with him.

Joel sighs when he settles into the worn cushions, knees spread wide and head tipped back as be breathes. He doesn't look any more tired than usual but you can tell he's still holding onto whatever sent him down here.

You press into his side, legs curled underneath you. His arm settles heavily on across your shoulders and you rest a palm on his knee.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He turns his head to face you and his nostrils flare as he frowns.

"Nothin' new," he sighs. "A pretty old one, actually. Haven't had it in a while. 'Bout stuff from when we were on the road."

If he wants to say more he will. You don't know what it's like for him to worry about Ellie -- you only know how youworry. Once the sun rises he'll probably trudge over and knock on her door, ask if she wants to go for a ride. She'll complain about being woken up but she'll agree because she knows him, too. She'll see the tension at the edges of his eyes, in the set of his shoulders. There have been nights when you come downstairs to find her sleeping on the couch, too, just because she wanted to be sure he was okay.

You lean your head on his shoulder and breathe with him. He picks up your hand and rubs his thumb across the back of it slowly, as if he doesn't even know he's doing it.

Sleep is a near thing when Joel eventually clears his throat. "I got that gossip for you." His chest rumbles and you perk up, pulling back to look at him. His eyes have a bit more spark, a bit less of the far-away look he had when you came down the stairs.

"Oh, do you now? Finally?"

"You're just impatient," he says. "Hadn't heard directly from either of 'em so I wasn't sure. But I tracked it down and got it from the source."

"You sound like a detective from one of those old shows. Got it from the source," you say, pitching your voice low and imitating his drawl.

He manages to look unimpressed. "I don't have to tell you."

"Joel."

"Alright, alright. Well, it's about Wendy and Fred."

You sit up. "The couple that met on your group patrol?" It's something you and Ellie tease him about -- his accidental tendency to play matchmaker. Sometimes he leads group patrols for new folks or younger community members who are now old enough to join the roster. You think he probably enjoys scaring the shit out of them a little but he's also good at it, teaches them well and makes sure they're safe. Around the time you met you'd heard about a couple who met on a patrol and hit it off. It's happened a few more times with Joel's groups but Wendy and Fred are the only ones who have stayed together.

"Mhm. Word is they're gettin' married."

You gasp. This is very far from what you expected him to tell you. A lot of the gossip you and Joel share is about people breaking up or sleeping together or moving out of Jackson. Sometimes it's petty theft or in-fighting at the council. But this? This is downright romantic.

"Married?" It's not uncommon these days but most people don't bother. But most importantly it means one thing -- there's going to be a party. "We haven't had a wedding in...forever," you say wistfully.

"Been a few years, yeah," Joel agrees. "Folks'll be excited."

"How did you find out?"

He shifts on the couch a little and you take control of your clasped hands, holding one of his in both of yours as you trace the lines on his palm, the veins that go up his arm while he talks.

"Heard from one of the guys at the festival that Fred was lookin' for a ring. Wanted to get the word out to some supply runs but without her knowin'. But I wasn't sure, since I hadn't seen him in a while. Then I saw Wendy at the pantry few days ago and she looked real happy. I didn't pry but asked her how things were and she was chipper as hell."

"And that wasn't enough to tell me?"

He squeezes your shoulder.

"Yesterday Fred cornered me when I was headin' home and told me flat out. Thanked me for some fuckin' reason and said Wendy agreed to marry him. Kid looked like he was gonna throw up, he was so excited."

Joel's voice is warm. "You are such a romantic when you want to be," you tell him.

He smirks. "Heard that before."

"It'll be nice to have a celebration. If we're invited, you're dancing with me again."

"We better fuckin' be invited," he grumbles. "I introduced them."

"So you admit to being a matchmaker?"

He huffs. "Nah," he says, a little softer. "Dumb luck. S'how you get good things these days."

You shift under his arm a little bit. "Maybe," you reply. "I think we've earned a few of those things."

Joel drags a hand down his face. It's a motion that usually means he's chewing on what to say next. You spare him.

"This --" you gesture between the two of you "--and all of this --" you wave your hand at the room, the house "-- is more than I knew I could want. You, this house, that feisty, wonderful girl out back. This whole town. Waking up every morning and not dreading another day on this hellish planet. I didn't know this existed anymore, Joel, let alone that it was possible for me. And I think we've earned it."

"You sure got a way with words," he says thickly, gaze heavy. "Don't know what I did to deserve this but I ain't gonna question it."

You wrap your arms around him and properly embrace him. He presses his palms to your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder. Your breathing syncs up and you swear your heartbeats do, too. Your whole body, your whole being tuned itself to Joel a long time ago. You'd do everything you've done twice over to get here.

As if he hears the desperate devotion of your thoughts, Joel pulls back so he can lean up for a kiss. It's more intense than you expected it to be, like he's trying to tell you something with the press of his mouth. You know what he's trying to tell you -- you always do. Joel is better at showing you how he feels than telling you.

He suckles your lower lip and you tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. He makes a noise low in his throat and you swallow it. You could touch him forever and never get enough. The firm planes of his back, the knot of tension always present in his shoulders. The scratch of his beard, the press of his nose against yours. You want to stitch yourself to him so that you never have to let go.

"S'your turn," Joel grumbles against your lips, pulling back to catch his breath.

Your brain is a little fuzzy. "Hm?"

"For somethin' juicy."

It's a funny word coming from his mouth and it makes you laugh. His arms tighten around you and he drags his nose down your neck and breathes deep. You can get some gossip for him. You'd do much worse without being asked. Sometimes you think there are no limits to what you'd do for this man. It's a big thought, a dangerous thought, one that's suited to the world you live in now. You don't mind it.

"I'll get you something good, Joel Miller. I promise."

"I know you will," he says. "I trust you."

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futanariwriter · 2 years ago

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SandPunk-Survivor Ch.8 Pt. I

January 25, 2023

Ch.8 Alien Invasion Pt. 1

The next day we landed on the Icy Moon of Ma'lel it's snowy dunes spanning miles along the

surface. We were soon greeted by the native inhabitants who felt our presence as I had become something greater. what was happening to me. Had that Bat shot me with the alien Drugs? "AHHHHHHH" two arms shot from my obliques! I looked like a Hindu Goddess briefly. Trying to gather myself though because a giant Ice beetle was right in front of me ready to fight our troop. I was 1/4th dragon so thought perhaps using fire could melt ice and gathered my energy to release a breath of fire, but the energy shot straight to my forehead and released a purple beam of plasma or something the likes of which I had never seen. The beetle ran from us scared and frightened. I think I had scared my crew in the process though as they looked at my new form fearful...except for batman who had a curious & excited look on his face. Would he too try this concoction? What would become of it I wondered? I guess in a dangerous world like this having another person like me might not be too bad. I don't like that he tested it on me first... however, now I know not to trust him.

The electro dragon was an attractive-looking Intersex Tiger Shark woman with green skin and purple stripes. They had size triple D breasts and normally only wore a bra made of coconuts that only covered her big nipples and a traditional coastal grass skirt. However, the cold temperatures of the Icy Moon had forced her to wear warmer clothing. Namely Hemp Jackets and long urban cut Hempen Pants. Her new arms were growing out the sides of her new coat. "ughhh" frustrated "I just got this before we left, now my forearms are freezing in this cold.

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"I am gonna go cool off for a minute," she told the crew. "fuck" That feels good she said to herself as she slid into an icy pool after striping her hemp outfit off. Her cock dangled and floated in the pure freezing water. It was cold but not colder than the water on earth. My kind had been accustomed to the cold after the first ice age...It was actually what bred the "ice dragons" of the time. my ancestors survived in these conditions so why can't I? They thought to themself. Cool water rushed past her woman as she swam breaststroke under theice using her gills to breathe. The Underwater cavern seemed to stretch for miles. She had to go inform her troop of this discovery!

When she got out of the water her nipples were hard as rocks. and the water dripping down her gold-crossed spiked nipple rings had turned to ice. "for some reason the temperature is warmer under the surface of this iced-out planet" is another discovery I will have to inform our cosmic caravan of.Little did they know it at the time but it was Xixo DNA that contained the gene to grow four new arms.

On the way back to the ship Aranea could feel a cold chill running up the back of her spikes. "It must really be cold on this planet..."Freakin bat guy making me grow new arms...and then hitting on me, what is up with that guy?". When she got back to the camp which was a low-energy force field that had a metal-titanium door that opened when you pressed a button near it. sometimes it would get stuck and you would have to dig your way out. The door was open now though and blood was staining the icy white snow planet. They heard a shrieking sound in the background. "could it have been beetles that did this. Or perhaps something worse? They Followed bloody Crablike footprints in the ground. Till she saw a blackish/grey orb floating 20 ft. in the sky, but it wasn't an orb it was Bat Guy who had a dagger in his now four hands which had grown from injecting the alien medicine found on the abandoned alien ship earlier in our adventure. I could sense I was next. "How could you bat Guy"..."After all we did for you!?" "All you ever did for me was use me as a medic for your little group of ruffians. I tried to get close but you didn't want me." He said angrily. "It's not you, It's just I'm not ready for a relationship right now, it's a lot of responsibility caring for a 'crew full of ruffians' as you called us.I guess now I won't have as much responsibility now that the entire crew is dead. I'm never gonna be with a psycho like you though!!" They screamed loudly!

"And for that, you will die" the bat said in a normal shrieking tone..the bat flew up in

the air shrieking and spreading its wings like a Cheesy Dracula knock off!<The-Electro-Dragon> activated their Cestus which had been obtained in the

aftermath of the raid at Ruin. They booted up like normal and gave off an iridescent glow as well as a gentle humming like that of any other machine. they appeared to

be made of some kind of ancient stone. They tried shooting cosmic rays from the palm of their hand but Bat Guy Dodged the attack. He fired an array of needles at her from a syringe gun but she rolled out of the way. She punched the blood-suckingbitch right in his pointy little nose and hopped back giving him a chance to recover.

He fled…

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mulberrysilk · 3 years ago

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ushijima being totally clueless about his size and when he’s making love to u he sees ur tears streaming down ur cheeks as u whimper about how u can barely take him even after prep 🥺🥺 and he’s so clueless he’s fucking u dumb 🥰🥰 also being confused about why ur begging but also saying u cant take him ☹️☹️ he’d def get worried and ask if u want him to slow down or pull out and u shake ur head while mumbling u want it more rough and fast smh 🙄 don’t confuse the big bb he loves u but thinks ur annoying when u send mixed signals just cuz of ur size kink 💕🥺

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

a/n :Size kink + Ushijima is like my fave of all time ughhh I love this big man 😭 bless u anon foe this cause AHHHHHH UGHHHHH

cw: rough sex, dacryphilia, size kink, overstimulation, Toshi fucking you til your dumb

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You couldn’t help it. You just…couldn’t stop it.

It wasn’t his fault that you were struggling to the point tears manifested in your eyes when you feel the way he inches into you, opening you up and stretching your walls. You steal a glance at your boyfriend. His brows were pinched together in deep concentration, his cheeks were flush and he was taking deep breaths as if this was all too much for him too. Your slick dripping from your cunt after being made to cum on his thick fingers and his assaulting tongue wasn’t enough to prepare you for this. For the entirety of him.

“Toshi,” you whimper, gripping his forearm, nails digging into the skin when he pulls out and slides back in, a subtle hint of a groan rumbling from his broad muscular chest. His grip on your hips tighten as he sets his pace and the next thrust he gives you feels as if the wind got knocked out of you, you couldn’t stop the cry of overwhelm that scrapes your throat.

Wakatoshi takes that cry as a good sign and began to fuck you in reckless abandon, cock slamming against your cervix and stretching your walls to what you felt was your limit. He groans against your neck when he feels your walls pulsate around his length, the snap of his hips against yours resounded loud in the room, skin against skin.

He glances down at where you two were connected, his eyes growing darker when he sees the ring of white half an inch away from the base of his cock, your lower lips split to try and fit what you could of him. He wanted to praise you. Wants to tell you how good you were making him feel and how you were taking him so well. But when his gaze moves to your face in hopes to see your out of breath, needy and wanton expression, his heart sinks and even stops a little to see your tears.

Why were you crying? Has he hurt you? Was he fucking you too rough? He prepped you enough didn’t he?

“T-too …” your words catch his ears. “T-too big.” You bit your lip but a sound the mix of a cry and a moan leaves you. Despite the way he was fucking hard into you and how it was always such a challenge to take all of Wakatoshi, your body craves him. And loved the way his cock impales and fills you up. It was so overwhelming good, you were in tears.

But sweet, Toshi, didn’t know that.

The rhythmic thrusts of his hips weaken, like a piston engine coming to a slow stop, but he remains buried inside of you.

“T-toshi,” you whimper, hips wriggling to tell him to keep going, making his brows furrow. “D-don’t stop. Keep going. Please. Toshi, need you.” You try to move your hips up and down against his length but it wasn’t the same when it was him thrusting into you. It wasn’t as good.

“You’re crying,” he breathes out, large hand coming to cup your cheek to wipe your tears away with his thumb, swallowing thickly at the sight of your swollen plump lips that he has imagined one too many times, sucking his cock.

“N-need you,” you whine, body aching to be touched, you cup your own breasts as if it could relieve some of the need to reach euphoria. The sight of your own hands playing with your soft mounds made Toshi want to continue thrusting into you, hard and fast that you’re body bounced on his cock. But he had self control. He needs to know why you were crying.

“I can stop if it hurts,” he says, his one hand grip on your hips loosening and now caressing your side lovingly. The cogs in his brain move even slower when you shook your head not wanting him to stop.

“No,” you breathe out, glancing down at your stretched lower lips that accommodated his thick, fat cock. “S-so big. Please move,” you squeeze his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, still confused as more tears stream down your face when he slowly drew back, a sweet moan ripping from your throat.

“More, please, Toshi,” your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his taut glutes . “Fuck me harder please. Want to feel all you.”

He didn’t understand why you were a mixture of cries and obscene moans but some part of him adores the tears that glistened on your flushed cheeks, and the way you were begging for him had him carnal. If you wanted rough, he’ll give it to you.

He rears his hips back while his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls away from you, getting a good view of your body and your face, adoring the way your face contorts in pleasure when he begins to thrust in and out of you, each stroke deep and strong, brushing against your walls so deliciously.

Euphoric. That’s the word that describes how you felt. You never knew you could want someone this much but when Ushijima came into your life, that changed. And he could say the same.

Your eyes were struggling to keep their gaze locked with his, your tongue lolling out out as no words could form in your brain in this hot haze. Ushijima had a rush. A rush of adrenaline that feels alike to how he felt when he was in court, that pump of speed that flowed in his veins and muscles that made him unstoppable.

He flips you over with your ass up in the air with his hands gripping your hips firmly, he stares for a moment at how your back curved when your face was against the plush pillows, breathless. His hips snaps into yours and the collision of his pelvis against your rear was a loud smack that resonated throughout the bedroom, and not only was his pistoning in and out of you, at the same time he was pulling you down onto his cock deeper, your cries and incoherent babbles and chants of his name, pulling a growl from him.

You shouldn’t confuse him like that. Telling him you couldn’t take him and crying about it but then telling him you didn’t want him to stop. But a part of him can’t deny that it stroked his ego, it made him feel powerful to know that he made you feel this way, so lost in the way he touched and pleasured you.

Your walls clench around his length, cumming hard as you sob, the orgasm ripping through you and crashing down on you like a ginormous ocean wave. His hips stutter momentarily at the suction of your cunt, walls twitching and trying to milk his seed but he wasn’t done with you. Not yet.

“Toshi,” you whimper helplessly, his pace picking up from its fast tempo, your body rocking forward into the bed as he didn’t stop. The smack of his pelvis against your skin begins to sting but his cock gliding in and out of you with your release made you moan through the overstimulation, and as Ushijima expected, more tears dampen the fabric of pillows.

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gud-soup · 3 years ago

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Things I believe jjk men unwillingly do that are H O T

➳ Masterlist

Gojo: none. He knows what he’s doing. Mr tease.

He’ll walk on you shirtless just to see you drool over his abs all the time.

Tease his blindfold so that you can finally see the beautiful colour (but won’t)

Ruffles his hair when stressed out

Him in white/black shirts

His sense of humor

His unexpected vast knowledge

Will DEFINITELY start eating ice cream in front of you only when it starts melting so that you can see him licking all over his hands without interrupting the eye contact with you

Purposefully stands in front of you so that you can admire his ass

Nanami: oh boy. He’s such a gentleman, he doesn’t know how sexy he is

Slowly removing his weird glasses, only to reveal that handsome face, ughhh gets you all the time

Driving. That’s it. A hand on the steering wheel, with his veiny arms, the other on your thigh or your hand. Parking. Reverse. A hand behind your seat. You know what I’m talking about

Loosen tie, hair messy, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms

Getting out of the shower not fully dry, wet hair still down and shirtless. You will admire his abs forever

At some point I’m sure you’ve bought some tight shirts just to see his sculpted muscles and big biceps (Chris Evans vibes)

Cooking and housework. This man can and will make it look sexy (especially when he leans over and you get to see his big booty)

Vast knowledge, sexy brain

Geto: I feel like this dude is very good at making it seem like he doesn’t do that on purpose. Definitely less obvious than Gojo, to the point where you really wonder if he’s unwillingly doing it, which would make him look more desirable, as he isn’t trying so hard to make you flustered, cause he’s naturally born to be hot (let’s remember that he got more girls than his bestie).

He will get out of steamy hot showers with his hair down and a towel on his waist, randomly walk on you and innocently smile, telling you something sweet and casually go back to his business as you eye his sexy back.

100% will always tie his hair in front of you, with the elastic band between his teeth, flexing his biceps, while winking at you

Working out shirtless with his messy hair.

Grabbing you by your waist while soflty smiling at you

When he's taking something from the top shelf and his shirt slightly lifts up to reveal his stomach

His philosophical mind and sense of humor

Sukuna: I feel like he would be like Gojo, he knows what he’s doing, and if he wants, he’ll demand it, with his big grin never leaving his face

He’ll probably walk around shirtless ALL. THE. TIME. Just so that you can see his muscles and tattoos.

I feel like he’ll be naked underneath his kimono, so when it will be “casually” loosened, you could probably catch a glimpse of what it might hide 😏

Sitting on the throne. He’s aura as the king of the domain is just big master energy, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Wraps his hand around your waist

Hand and squeeze on your thigh while smirking

His voice

Toji: big daddy energy, but I somehow see that he doesn’t really care about his someone, so I feel like if you see him hot, it’s just cause he is and he doesn’t seek for attention

Working out, I feel like he would leave a few grunts here and there, that will make you quite flustered, especially when you see him all sweaty

Repairing random things at home

When he casually shows his tongue and grins/smirks (I’m telling you, this dude has a huge tongue technology)

His entire aura is strong, and that definitely is attractive. It’s probably his whole attitude and way of being. I just feel like when he comes back from a mission he’d just take a beer and unwillingly sit in a provocative manner, like leg spread, head laid back as he chugs his bottle.

Choso: he’s a baby 🥺 surely innocent, has no idea of the power he holds

Practicing his cursed technique would be in the top three, while reading the manga, his expressions and physical appearance just hit differently, you can see his full concentration and eyes narrowing (cat eye like), which I think it’s pretty hot

Being supportive and understanding

Being good with pets and kids

Good manners

Stretching out

Being vulnerable without feeling shame

Mahito: NO.

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roseverdict · 1 year ago

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drops this here and runs lmao

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Splinter was jolted awake by a crashing sound, followed by multiple unfamiliar voices.

"Ughhh…what'd that thingy do? My head hurts."

He scrambled from his chair and bolted for the voices.

They were coming from the boys' room.

"Well, if you'd been listening to me, you'd know we should have teleported to April's house! Considering the fact that someone decided to switch out my fuel source, though, who knows where we ended up?"

Splinter hadn't attempted to use any of his childhood training in a couple years, but silence still came to him almost too easily as he approached the boys' room.

"Ack! My phone's being all weird when I try to check my texts! Guess letting Apes or CJ know we're having a problem is off the table. Greeeat."

"Can somebody turn on the lights? I've got color vision, not night vision!"

Splinter tried to assure himself that, while he could barely make out anything of what the teenaged voices were saying, what little he did understand seemed to point to them unintentionally arriving in his home rather than purposefully breaking in where his boys were napping.

…somehow.

His tail darted into the room and flicked the light switch.

The voices all squawked at the sudden light, but Splinter just froze.

His eyesight had yet to recover fully from his mutation, but even the blurry shapes and colors were enough to light a fire in him.

They were big. Far too big.

It was impossible.

The four large turtle shapes scrambled upright, and Splinter found himself staring at each of them in shock.

The largest of them, standing easily head and shoulders above Splinter's original height, back when he could still call himself Lou Jitsu, with a unique little snaggletooth in the corner of his mouth, and wearing a red bandana over his head like a traditional Hamato warrior.

The smallest of them, just a few inches shorter than Splinter was now but with stickers decorating his plastron that were familiar in the way the colors popped, even if Splinter had never actually seen the stickers themselves before, and with an orange mask tied around his eyes and ending in a bow.

The two in-between their brothers' heights, one with red markings peeking out from a blue mask and standing with a fake nonchalance, the other with a purple bandana and metallic goggles shifted up onto his head.

"My boys…? What…?" Splinter breathed.

For their part, the four turtles all shared a wince.

Purple frowned and inspected a glowing panel hovering by his forearm. "Hm. You know, after Casey first showed up, we probably should have expected more time travel to be on the agenda. In retrospect, I'm shocked it took this long."

"Wait, wait, waitwaitwait, real time travel?" asked Blue in disbelief. "Not some sort of trip down mystic memory lane, but actual time travel?"

"Affirmative," Purple said.

Orange got a starry-eyed look to his face that only hammered home that these were definitely Splinter's sons. "Coooool…"

"Mikey, you're forbidden from trying your mystic hands to get us back to the present unless we've all agreed there's no other option," said Red with finality, as if pre-emptively cutting off the idea.

"Seconded," added Blue. "Definitely a last resort only sorta dealie, there."

Orange saluted. "Aye-aye, capitáns!"

"So…it's really you?" Splinter asked, looking between the boys as the realization fully hit. "Wait- where are the babies?"

"Babies?!" Red squeaked.

The four looked around in shock for a moment, then Blue swallowed. "Well, the good news is, I don't think we squished 'em. Er, us."

Purple was already consulting his glowing panel again. "If my readings are correct- and they're my readings, of course they're correct- then it looks like when my equipment surged and sent us back, it also brought four ninpo signatures forward that are identical to ours, save for their miniscule size and unawakened status."

"So we swapped?" asked Orange.

Purple nodded. "Correct."

Instantly, the boys relaxed, and Red turned to Splinter. "You- uh, well, our you- was with us when the accident happened, just a bit further away. He oughta be aware of the swap and able to get Baby Us out of Donnie's lab and somewhere he can keep an eye on us. I think we're as safe as we can be."

"Aside from the inevitable mass of blackmail photos that April takes once she realizes she can dress Baby Us up in every single overly-adorable outfit she can find," Blue moaned.

Splinter frowned thoughtfully. "You've mentioned that name twice now, this 'April.' Who is she?"

Blue took out a small rectangle- clearly, this was his 'phone,' though it was nowhere near as blocky as the phones Splinter saw humans carrying these days- and tapped at it for a moment, then turned it to face him. "She's the one Mikey's squished up next to here."

Splinter took the device and inspected the massive display.

Shown in full color was a photo of what could only be himself and his boys, lit by the golden rays of sunrise. Or possibly sunset- it was difficult to tell.

Also featured prominently were two humans Splinter did not recognize in the slightest. One was dressed in a cloak and a mask that was flipped away from his face, and he and Blue had arms over each other's shoulders.

The other had, indeed, squished her cheek up next to Orange's, both of them beaming.

The version of himself in the photo was older and grayer (and shorter…and plumper…), but he was smiling in such a way that Splinter realized he knew about the humans' proximity to his boys and was glad for it.

"How old are Baby Us? We should probably know before we say anything else too indicative of events that have yet to pass for you, since we didn't come back in time with the intent to change it," Purple explained, cutting off that train of thought.

Splinter turned his attention away from Blue's device and looked up at his sons. "Orange is one, Blue and Purple are two, and Red, you're three."

"Overly-adorable baby outfits," repeated Blue in a horrified whisper.

"Fourteen years back, eh?" Purple said at the same time. "Not particularly ideal, but I can work with that."

Fourteen years…so that meant Orange was fifteen, and the others were a year or two older than even that.

Splinter handed Blue back his oddly-thin phone, then looked, really looked, at the boys.

Purple stood stiffly, his eyes never leaving the panel on his arm as he tapped away. Part of it was just his natural way of motion, Splinter was sure, but occasionally he would shift in place and wince, as if his shell rubbed up against something he disliked. Yet he was only wearing armor accented in his trademark color- most likely of his own design. Curious.

There was a shimmering patch in Red's carapace, just over his left shoulder, and there was a scar along that very shoulder that seemed to have come from the same injury. Additionally, Red's right eye seemed to have a hard time focusing in sync with his left whenever he turned his head.

Blue seemed the worst off, in terms of how many physical injuries he seemed to have. The faintest rings of bruising dotted his skin between yellowish crescents that more closely resembled natural coloration. Hairline cracks spread from multiple places in his plastron, thin enough to clearly be already on the mend but numerous enough for Splinter's heart to skip a beat.

Even Orange had not escaped whatever-had-happened unscathed. Scarring in a geometric pattern that Splinter could have recognized in his sleep extended from his fingers all the way up to his elbows, and with a minute gasp, Splinter realized that Red and Purple each had an arm with matching scars.

And Orange's hands trembled, even as he smiled and seemed completely happy.

Orange loved to work with his hands, even as small as he was supposed to be.

Splinter didn't realize he'd taken Orange's hands in his own until he was already folding the boy's fingers back to steady them.

"Pops…?" asked Red quietly.

Splinter swallowed. "Oh, my sons…what has happened to you?"

I am in the need of an au/fic in which the rottmnt boys switch places with their kid selves

I mean post movie, overly traumatized mystic teenage turtle boys switching places with small kids who have no idea what's a head of them

I really want to see past splinter be fucking broken when he learns about all the shit his son's have gone through. He'd probably feel like he failed, he failed to protect them from his family legacy, he failed to keep them safe from all of the shit the world put them through, he'd probably have a full break down because of it

Meanwhile present splinter is enjoying the presence of his younger boys while also bieng mildly concerned for his older ones

Also we need draxum to hang out with the tots no exceptions

#tmnt #rosie writes #i still need to watch s2 so i'm not confident in my 'present day w/teeny turtles' akxjakxnakxnskdn #but the first and only sentence so far of the hard cut to the present is 'splinter was too old for this' so take that as you will #ao3's down and i'm dying squirtle #i HAVE seen the movie so. girl help time travel brainrot got me #time to mow the lawn and internally combust

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cloudystevie · 4 years ago

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okay but like, yk since chris is an ass man, imagine him asking you to ride his face....but you’re insecure, cause you think you’ll hurt him and he just shows you that HE LOVES IT AND HES JUST THERE PRAISING YOU SAYING HOW YOURE GORGEOUS AND HE LOVES YOUR ASS AND HE ISNT ONE BIT ASHAMED UGHHH #WE LOVE AN ASS MAN #DADDY #HEAVEN #CAN THIS PLEASE HAPPEN TO ME??!......... (btw i love ya account babe🤩💖💖)

THE HASHTAGS ARE SENDING ME I LOVE YOU ASJSJJS, nsfw below the cut

you and chris weren’t strictly vanilla in the bedroom

though the both of you did enjoy making love from time to time

one thing you had learned very early on was that chris is a very giving lover

he gets off on you getting off, and that was something you hadn’t experienced before but certainly weren’t complaining

you were both down for pretty much anything, but when you two were heavily making out on the couch he caught you off guard

“i want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

your eyes widened as you pulled away, and he sensed your unease, pulling your hands into his

“please baby? for me? i just wanna taste you.”

you shook your head, “no i- i’ll hurt you chris there’s no way.”

“baby, none of that talk. daddy just wants to feel you drip down his face. you could never hurt me. come on sit on daddy’s face pretty girl.”

you were still a bit apprehensive, worried you would hurt chris, but you wouldn’t lie because his words were sending heat to your core

you nodded your head in agreement and sighed in pleasure when he connected his lips to your again, a big smile on his face

he undressed you slowly, making sure you felt every one of his movements

and once you were fully bare? chris took a moment to admire your body, scars, stretchmarks and cellulite littering your skin all adding to your ethereal beauty

he ran his hands up and down your sides, flipping you over so you were straddling his waist

“come on pretty baby, sit on daddy’s face.”

you gulped and moved your way up to his face, looking at him in confirmation

chris straight up moaned at the sight of your dripping cunt on top of him

he ran his thumb up and down your folds, lightly rubbing at your clit, watching your reaction intently

he used two of his fingers to spread your lips and the cold air hitting your hot cunt made you gasp

he wrapped his forearm around your waist, pulling you down so you were no longer hovering over his face

he wrapped his pink lips around your clit and sucked

you leaned down to grip his hair in one hand and rest the other on the wall

he looked deep into your eyes as he ate you out like a man starved

the pleasureful pain of his beard scratching against your thighs all adding to the intimacy of the situation

“daddy, feels so good- fuck so good.”

chris groaned against you, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine

“you look so pretty like this baby. daddy’s so happy.”

your eyes hooded over in submission, you let yourself enjoy it now, no longer holding back

he squeezed the flesh of your ass, groping it and spanking it, loving the noises of pleasure you let out

“daddyyy” you were sobbing out riding his face, chasing the release only chris could give you

“i know baby i know. you look so gorgeous baby, i love all of you.”

you thought that in any other situation your eyes would’ve glossed over

but instead you were tearing up because he just made you feel that good

you were sure his jaw was going to ache by the ferocity he was using it with

his nose bumping your clit and the patch of hair adorning your cunt

“cum on my face beautiful, let daddy help you fall apart.”

you jerked your hips against his face, losing your rhythm but chris was quick to grab your hips, moving your hips for you

“i’m cumming oh shit- daddy!”

chris smirked, closing his eyes letting himself enjoy the feeling of your sweet slick filling his mouth

you were shaking on top of him struggling to find something to hold on to

you closed your eyes in bliss as chris finally pulled away from your oversensitive pussy, sliding down until he flipped you over again

“let daddy clean you up pretty girl.” he had a mischevious glint in his eye as he began lapping at your leftover arousal on your thighs and lips

he giggled as he leaned up to softly kiss you, holding your chin between his fingers and you moaned at the taste of yourself

he trailed kisses down your neck when you stopped him, “it’s my turn now daddy. can i suck your cock? i want you to fuck my face, pretty please?”

he groaned as he nodded his head, his cock twitching in his pants at how eager you were to make him feel good

if you wanted him to fuck your face? who was he to say no.

#requests #chris evans requests #chris evans headcannons #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader smut #also i guess #⚡️ anon #but they didnt claim it thena hsjs

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border-spam · 4 years ago

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Leech Lord - The writing’s on the wall

Here we go, folks. Heavy time. Big one.

Tonight was just them, happy in the afterglow of laughter and far too much to drink. That calm quiet that falls with trusted company you can be at ease around. It was nice.

She'd assumed he felt the same way from the barely audible whistle of his breathing to her right. Figured that he was relaxing too, enjoying the dull heat of wine numbing his joints and their usual simmering pain. It was good, it felt right, until the peace was interrupted by the clink of his glass as he shifted, and the hoarse, strained whisper of -

" You're gonna leave one day, I know you will. I'll chase you away. You'll get sick of having to deal with me just l-like everyone does."

The groggy cloud behind her eyes dissipated instantly as his threat landed like ice-water, and she clumsily sat forward, wineglass dangling from her loose hand as she stared at him in confused disgust.

" What?... What are you talking about.”

“ Don't put that shit on me, Troy. Don't... don't even fucking dare try to drip feed that self hating poison into who I am. God, what is wrong with you? "

He didn't meet her eyes, still staring at the glass in his hands as he hunched in his seat, like he was about to crumble into himself. Looking somehow so much older and so much younger than she knew he was - like a child carrying the weight of the world. He mouthed something, then stopped. Started again, paused again. Reconsidering what he'd been about to say as his brows furrowed and lips tightened into a grimace.

Chasing what he wanted to express to her, grasping at it futilely, trying to find the right words and stumbling. Same self made snare as usual, tightening around his neck. The same trap he always set for himself, triggering as he stepped blindly towards it.

He sunk a little lower into himself as he wilted under her disgust, hair falling forward and blocking the shame burning across his face.

" I... I'm sorry, Sei. "

By @godkingsanointed

???: She just drives me fuckin crazy man! She just- UGHH

??: She's like fire.

???: Yeah, a hot headed little-

??: NO. Can keep you warm, safe, give light to see by. But if you don't treat it with respect, it you think that's all it's for, try to contain it, you'll be burned.

???: I don't think that's all... I-I respect her!!!! I can't believe you're taking her side in this!"

??: No sides. Just something to think about.

???: Ughhh, screw this!

(Sounds of a door slamming shut)

(A few moments of silence)

??: I know...He's gunna burn her out. All of us.

(Ding of a voice message being received)

???: Thanks. For listening.

??: Ha..we got him thinking.

By @hieroglyphix

S: Wh- Ven?! what the fuck are you- how the fuck did you get in here?

V: Aw c'mon Sei, is that any way to treat a guest? I get that you're a bigshot s-saint and all but c'mon--

S: Last time I checked, people who break into other people's houses are considered burglars, not guests- and get your fuckin' feet off my desk!

V: Hey now, just cause I broke in doesn't mean I stole anything. Im more of a buddy, paying you an....impromptu visit! Yeah!

S: ( sigh ) God, forget the semantics of it all, what the hell do you want?

V: It ain't about what I want, I came here 'cause of what you want.

S: ...Pardon? Oh God, tell me this isn't some kind of-

V: Waitwaitwait it ain't like that, S-Sei, you know i don't run that way anyhow. I came because you need a s-sign.

S: ...A sign.

V: Yeah, a sign. s-see, I know what you're planning on doing, I've seen it all laid out in the path ahead of us. But you're draggin' your feet too damn long, and it's only gonna get worse from here. so Sei, listen to me, I'm your sign. Get the fuck out of here, and don't look back for nothin'.

( silence )

S: So, let me get this straight. You broke into my house, just to....tell me to leave?

V: Well when you put it like that it doesn't sound super great, but...yeah.

( silence )

S: Who else knows about this?

V: Only me, and I ain't about to rat on you. I don't blame you for wanting out, things....well, between you me and the floorboards, things ain't gonna get any better around here.

S: ( deep sigh ) Good God...

V: Look doll, I ain't here to force you into a decision, and I won't judge you for not leaving. I'm just tellin' you which way the wind's blowing. One friend to another.

S: Right.

( uncomfortable silence )

V: Well, you think on what I said. I've gotta get home to my brother, it's spaghetti night.

S: Try not to let anyone see you on your way out, the last thing i need is more brainless gossip out on my hangar.

V: Heh. Not like they caught me on the way in, not exactly the sharpest tools out there. Anyway, nighty night Sei.

( the maglock doors hiss open )

S: And Ven?

V: Yeah?

S: ...Thanks.

V: Don't mention it.

[end echo log]

I’m just a bit shook up…” her voice cracks as she mutters. “He said some stupid shit tonight, bout how everyone leaves him and he knows it’s..” she sighs, letting her head drop to face the table with a weak shrug.

“Stupid as in.. it got to me. He ever say anything to you that’s just.. you know it’s off? I sometimes think it’s me..”

JK waited patiently, wanting to reach out and rest a hand on her shoulder but not quite knowing if that would overstep their tentative friendship as it formed.

“…that I’m going crazy and feeling things that aren’t real, overreacting…” she pauses, swiping her auburn hair back from her forehead, thumbing at her temple as she lets her eyes stare unfocused at the wall behind their shoulder.

JK grunts thoughtfully, then shakes their head a little, their mask tilting downwards as they rumble out a huff of air. “He’s… talking a lot more recently, yeah, bout things no one asked.”

They empty the bottle in a deep dreg, and lower it carefully to the table in front of them, spinning it slowly on its edge. “Like he’s replyin’ to a question that was never said, and he’s pissed about it. Gets snappy at nothin’. Gets angry at nothin’. I don’t say things, I just listen. He likes when you just listen, I think you know that too.”

She nods, watery eyes looking up at them through her thick eyelashes.

“It’s just, the thing’s he’s saying now, this last year?” JK glances to their side again, towards where Troy sleeps.

They turn back to Seifa and reach out then, touching a finger against her forearm as it rests against the table, happy to see she doesn’t flinch away even though she’s hurt too. Proud that though she’s struggling to hold back tears that swell along her lash-line, she’s still listening to them. Really listening, like what JK thinks matters.

“It’s the same kind of things axe-hands I knew in the clan would start to say before they’d go wrong. Harsh things to themselves, about themselves, about how others were seeing ‘em. I don’t like that kind of talk much either, I’ve seen where it goes. People start doing that and they aren’t themselves for much longer. Become the same thing they were worryin’ everyone already saw them as.”

They turn the bottle to its side, idly twirling it with their index finger, only the hollow grind of the glass on the table filling the silence.

“I’ve seen him goin’ the same way. Same way they did, and I don’t know how to stop it, I’m not good with..” they gesture at the bone-white mask still marked with that crumbling splash of old rust-red blood, pausing to collect their thoughts. “..Not good with talking the way it would help. Saw him hurt acolytes the last few months. He used to just grab, threaten…”.

Their leg bounces beneath the table, nerves firing haphazardly as they swallow down the frustration lodged between their teeth. “Now he grinds. Cracks their bones in that metal fist. Not enjoyin’ it, not laughin’, but doin’ it anyway. He smells like bitter antiseptic sometimes, and I think he’s takin’ things out on himself where he figures we won’t know, under the steel.”

“I don’t think he is well. Inside him. None of us are here, lady. We’re all broken a little, but we learn how to live with it. It’s that or die. He doesn’t know how to do it. We gotta…”

“… we gotta watch out for our brother”.

By @godkingsanointed

He'd dare let venom drip about Seifa around them, and Troy knew from the palpable atmosphere change that it wasn't going to be swept under the rug. He would have crumbled, he would have backtracked into sickening apologies, but after the grilling Tyreen had already given him? How helpless and powerless he already felt, child was the straw that broke him.

He span on his heels to face them, spinal implants flaring and eyes all cruel angles and rage. It only took one or two stalking steps for them to be at odds face to face, not that he was sure what he'd do when he got there.

"The fuck was that pal?" He seethed, letting jaw plates click and flicker. They didn't seem intimidated, too full of fury to even care.

"Ungrateful. Fucking. CHILD. She made you, made both of you. Without her, you'd be skag shit right now." They paused to look him up and down before continuing. "Instead of a shit eating skag."

His reaction was instant, flesh hand snapping forward to grab at the decorative chains around their neck he'd gifted them, pulling them close. "You fuckin-" he choked, mind clouded on what to do. He wanted to smash them to bits, he wanted to pull their fucking head off, but he had enough control yet to hesitate.

"If you wanna spar big man, let's go. You know the rules." They spat. They'd set out a few of them a couple of months back, not really thinking it would come to it, more so sharing a part of clan life so he felt included. Clan members could fight out frustrations, as long as it didn't go so far as to lose a body for raids or hunting. No using the prosthetic, no hitting Troys left side, no weapons. That was what they settled on, and now staring him down? They didn't like the idea of fighting him, of fighting any family. Never had. But if he refused to talk and instead was intent to act like this? They could find some satisfaction in landing a hit or two.

Mention of that past conversation seemed to snap him out of it, hitting home just how far JK was willing to take this. They didn't care about title or siren status, as far as they where concerned this was a family matter. And as far gone as he was, Troy had no intention of full on brawling with family. He pushed them away as he let go, face burning in shame and frustration as he backed down.

"Not worth my fucking time..." he mumbled, storming away and letting a metal fist impact a wall as he went,one final show of force.

They stayed put after he was gone, head tilted back and taking deep breaths as they steadied themself. Seifa...didn't need to know about this. She hardly needed defending and she'd scold them for almost coming to blows over a few nasty words but...They couldn't have just bitten their tongue either.

Ven - "I mean boss, have you considered ever actually thinking about what you want?"

Troy - "..." Troy - "...Everything. All the time. I want e-everything. Everything. Everything I see, all the time. The way you love Eli, and the way he smiles at you and it's real 'cause he knows how to love, I want that."

Troy - "...I want it, and how Sei puts her arms around all of you and never me but she looks at me and I feel s-something but I don’t know how to say it in words, I want that."

Troy - "...I want Jak-Knife and the way their mask a-and their face - both of them are beautiful and better than anything I can pretend I see in a mirror and I want everything all the time, Ven, and I don't even know if it's me that's actually wanting."

Ven - "Right..." Ven - "...Ok bud, so first of all, I'm going to get us some drinks..."

By @godkingsanointed

-- Uroboros log - M0noli7h / S0litar3 prsnl e-dev com msg log //Private Line - SAVED- blame=GKT -- Machina: So Adalphus is where you’re saying is the best bet. Aurum: Simple logic. Close enough to Pandora for you to still perform your role, far enough from.. well. What you need to be far from. Machina: Feels apt somehow, ending up wasting away on some off-world base. Never did belong here, huh. Aurum: A feeling I understand better than I’d like. Regardless of our personal opinions you’ve been one of the few colleagues I’d describe as competent, A’Rosk. It’s a reassurance to know you aren’t abandoning your position. Machina: Mutual on that, Sol. Staying on isn’t by choice though. I’m sure you know that too. You remember Fragor. Aurum: I remember what was left of her absolutely ruining a pair of Ausler dress shoes, yes. You’re going to be hounded. You know that. Machina: I know that, I’m just praying it will be gently. The Crusaders are under Troy, and Troy.. Machina: I Machina: I trust Troy

Aurum: That’s your prerogative, regardless of how stupid. Machina: Thanks, you nasty shit. So you’ll manage the fund movements once I’m out, keep the flow going to the accounts I gave you? Aurum: Yes, yes. Not exactly work deserving of my touch, mind you. Junkers leave residue. I prefer to keep my hands clean, Seifa. I’m sure you appreciate that, considering this deal. Machina: Ohhhh absolutely. You scratch my back, I’ll stab yours. Aurum: Cute. I’ll manage your assets this side, and my little history with those slag shipments to Elpis will remain off your people’s raidar. Machina: That they will. Solomon, much as it pains me to say this, it has been a pleasure. Thank you. For.. for everything. Aurum: Not needed, Seifa. It’s just good business. [end log]

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #calypso twins #leech lord #seifa #ven #jak-knife #my writing #my hcs

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 5 years ago

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Purposeful *smut*

Thorin x Reader x Fili

Smut, I hope it's any good. @lilith15000

Would love some more threesome smut. Thorin and Fili. Would love a unique way they would either meet their one or they show unique flirting styles that makes her flustered and turns her on- and they notice. ---lilith15000 tumblr

If someone were to tell you today that you would find yourself in a compromising and much less than innocent position with the King of Erebor and his oldest nephew, you would probably laugh it off and subtly call for help since there is something wrong with that person- but apparently it's not quite as farfetched as you thought it would be.

Now, let me rewind for a second since you must be curious and probably very confused.

It all started that day when Gandalf propositioned you and your dearest brother Bilbo to join him and some dwarves on an adventure to reclaim some mountain with a dragon or whatever in it. You, being you, really wanted to go and accepted the conditions right away, though Bilbo was much more apprehensive to go along with any of it.

He argued and asked what you would even do, but Gandalf filled in an explanation for you. "Well, she'll be our healer of course. What else?"

The two of you ultimately did end up going on this adventure, and you were lucky enough to become pretty close with the eldest of Thorin's two nephews.

You're rather fond of him for your own reasons, but you keep it strictly to yourself and don't dare to let anyone else know of your less than friendly feelings that you've caught.

And honestly, you're mostly convinced that you're not the only one to be feeling in such a way considering the way that he flirts with you so shamelessly.

For example, night after night Fili insists that you share his sleeping area with you, and he's constantly making jokes and advancing jokes just to see you flush.

"M-My hands are freezing..." You had stuttered one night.

Fili wasted no time in replying rather slyly, "Perhaps if I hold it then I can warm you?"

Small things like this and not so subtle touches are what make you assume he likes you. He also insisted that he teach you how to fight himself, and it seems to you that he's only using it as an excuse to get closer to you.

Eventually, he does build up the courage to tell you that he's interested, and quickly following that is some more than PG-13 stuff if you catch my drift.

Little did you know at the time, though, that he isn't the only one who's had their eyes on you, for a certain King has set his sights in a very similar area, and his nephew was very aware of this fact.

They discussed it, and Thorin approached you at one point to tell you as such, and now you're caught in an odd place. Your heart is with Fili, but you can't help but to think of Thorin in a less than innocent way as well.

You did end up kissing the to-be king a few times, and while it's not like Fili doesn't know you do still feel odd.

You're caught between the two of them, and you feel no little amount of shame when you have a moment to think about it all.

---

You're absentmindedly wandering through the trees while everyone gets settled in for the night when Fili first approaches you, a bright smile on his face and determination in his eyes.

Right away you know he's going to ask to teach you some more stuff, and while you don't particularly feel up to it at the moment, you know he'll still convince you to agree.

"Y/N, here you are. I was wondering if you wanted to fight with me?"

You look at him distrustfully and ask cooly, "Are we actually going to fight or are you just going to turn it into another one of your... inappropriate games?"

He smiles wolfishly at the implications behind your words but doesn't deny it, "I'm not sure yet, do you want to find out?"

The deadpan look you give him only makes him smile brighter, and, eventually, you relent and sigh wearily, "Fine, but promise to actually teach me something, this time."

"I can certainly do that. Now, take out your sword and come stand by me." He tells you right away, drawing his own from its sheath with the usual excited glint for combat in his eyes.

Without hesitation you draw your sword and move to stand in front of him, tapping your foot against the ground a few times while you wait.

"Good girl." He purrs, reaching up with his free hand to tap your nose gently.

"Ah, stop that!" You grumble, swatting his hand away before stepping away and raising your sword, getting into proper stance, "You promised to teach me, first."

"Not first, I didn't." He challenges, raising his own with that same battle-hungry gleam sparkling in his, usually, soft blue eyes.

You wait for him to charge you first, and when he does his movements are slower than usual (he always fights with no more than half effort since you're still just a beginner) and he's less guarded.

As soon as he does, you raise your sword and they clash together with a loud clanking noise, and you push forward to try and knock him off balance, but he only slides his blade away and swipes at your side.

You jump away from the slow and controlled blow (he's always extremely careful to not hurt you) and just barely raise your weapon in time to block yet another slash, arms trembling under the power behind his hold on his weapon.

He's got you in a pretty impossible position at the moment (it's only been a few seconds too), and you aren't quite sure what to do.

He's leaning over you with your blades crossed, and you know that you won't be able to keep up against him for too long in this battle of strength, so you jerk your crossed swords to the side and duck the other way, dropping your weapon in the process unfortunately.

It clangs to the ground and the dwarf allows his to follow suit, turning on you with no weapon either.

He then starts to chase you around the clearing, and you kinda just run around in circles, dodging and weaving between trees to keep him from grabbing you.

"Fili!" You shriek when he almost gets a hold of your arm, twirling out of the way and running around another large tree.

"Mahal-" He huffs, panting quietly since you're much too fast for him to keep up with.

All you really have to do is wait him out, you realize, so you continue your scampering and end up taunting him. "Am I too fast?" You call with an excited gleam in your eyes, feeling joyful when he glares at you and lunges towards you once more.

"Stay still, damn it!" He growls when he only catches air once more, frustration beginning to fuel his movements.

You begin to giggle and titter when he becomes more competitive and determined to take you down, but unfortunately your overconfidence betrays you and makes you blind, for your foot gets caught on a root and you fall forward with flailing arms.

Mere seconds after you trip is Fili pouncing on top of you, his arms locking yours against your side while sitting on your lower back (though he does use his knees to keep most of his weight off of you).

"Ughhh," you gripe and groan with a mixture of irritation and discomfort, but you don't bother trying to get him off you since he's so damn heavy.

Fili leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, and slides his forearms to rest on either side of your head, his nose pressing into your hair while he chuckles lowly, "You got arrogant, love."

A pout forms on your lips instantly at his observation of your downfall, and while he's right, it still annoys you.

You turn your head to the side and look up at him with one eye, your cheek pressing against the grass while whine, "It's not fair!"

"Why's it not fair?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, eyeing you with amusement in his gaze.

"B-Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because you always win! And you know you'll always win." You grumble, shifting your arms up to rest under your head. "You also didn't teach me anything."

A smirk slides onto his face as he sits up, relieving some of his weight off of you by lifting himself on his knees, but he doesn't get off you like you thought he would and instead only flips you over onto your back. "I taught you a lesson in humility."

"Humility?" You snort at his words and roll your eyes, reaching up to pinch both his cheeks, "You're the most boastful and swanky fighter in this whole group! There's no way I could learn humility from the likes of you."

When your fingers pinch and prod at his face he glowers at you, reaching up to crush both your hands in his and press them down to the grass by your head, "Awfully bold words from a hobbit who just ate dirt."

"I'd like to see you clamber around in these big feet of mine." You shoot back, still pouting at him for rubbing salt in the wound.

"I'm sure it's much harder that it looks." He hums, leaning over you to begin trailing kisses along your jaw.

While it's a nice feeling that you don't much want to go away, though, you were made a promise. "Hey! I thought you said you would teach me something!"

"I already did." He repeats in a whispers next to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to the shell of your ear before sliding his hands along your sides (thus releasing your hands). "Come on now, love, are you telling me that you're not interested in me at all right now?"

You don't reply right away since you're kinda stuck in an internal debate. Of course, you do want him, but at the same time you want him to properly teach you something this time around.

Eventually, your desire does win out against your interest in becoming a better fighter, so you tangle your hands up in his hair and tug his head down so your lips may meet.

He wastes no time in claiming your lips in a heated lip-lock, his body covering your own while his hands slide up into your tunic and go straight to your chest.

With careful movements you tug and curl your fingers into his hair, tugging at it by the roots while his tongue slides against your own.

"Y-You better not rip my shirt." You warn muffledly into the kiss when you feel his hands begin to bunch up into the cloth of your tunic, and while he does loosen his grip he also complains.

"You're always so touchy about the clothes." He grumbles, pulling away from you so he can discard your shirt properly.

"Well, I don't much fancy the idea of walking around the others bare-chested." You gripe, adding after, "But if you really want me to-"

He grabs your waist with slightly harsh fingers, the scowl on his face betraying his disdain for your teasing speech, "Fine, fine. I see your point." He concedes, grabbing the hem of his own shirt to pull it up over his head, reaching down with one arm to lift you up slightly so he can lay his shirt out underneath you.

After he's got something to separate your soft skin from the harsh, dirty ground he lays you back down and removes your bindings with skilled and ever familiar movements and dips his head down to begin pressing kisses along the expanse of your chest.

You reach up and wrap your arms around his head, keeping him pressed to your chest while he leaves open-mouthed kisses and bites on and around your collarbone, making his way down to your left breast while his hands descend upon the right.

The heat that envelopes your areola when he wraps his lips around your nipple makes a shiver run up your spine, and you bend your legs and press your feet firmly against the ground while he lays on you between your legs. The feeling of him pressing up against you while he sucks and bites at your sensitive chest fills you with heat from head to toe, and when you feel that ever present heat begin to pool between your legs, you know you're done for.

The fingers of his opposite hand work their way into your trousers and immediately delve into your awaiting heat, enjoying the way you shift and start to gasp and keen enthusiastically.

He pulls away from you altogether way too soon for your liking and moves so your legs press together between his, and he tugs at your trousers and pulls them down your legs without hesitation.

As soon as you're bare before him he pushes two of his fingers into you again and bites and licks at your neck, his other arm holding him up so he's no longer laying on you.

You briefly open your eyes to get a look at Fili when movement catches the corner of your eye.

Right away you look towards said movement, though you don't say anything to Fili, and meet the heated gaze of Thorin.

Honestly, you don't know what to do in that moment, but oddly enough you feel a fresh wave of heat wash over you at the look in his eyes and find that you don't feel panicked or anything like you probably should.

Your gaze is ripped away from him when Fili presses his thumb to your clit, however, and your eyes squeeze shut as you whimper softly in need.

Fili pauses suddenly, his head resting between your breasts as he calls suddenly, "Uncle, if you're just going to stand there then at least do so where she can't see you."

You freeze at his acknowledgement of Thorin and look down at him in surprise, glaze flickering over to Thorin and then back again at his blond nephew.

"No, no, don't stop because of me." He replies easily, not moving from his spot just ahead of you, "Truthfully, I did not expect to stumble across something like this during my walk."

"Well, you've certainly stuck around for a while." Fili replies, sitting up slowly with his fingers exiting from you.

You look between the two of them with a flaming face, caught between a state of confusion and embarrassment. "Y-You knew he was there?" You stutter out embarrassedly, looking up at Fili while he straddles your hips.

Fili looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, "I did, and so did you, but you didn't say anything."

Your embarrassment increases tenfold at his mention of you not alerting him to his uncles presence, "I-I... Uh-"

A smile spreads across his face when you start to stutter and become more flustered, and right away he reaches down and caresses your cheek, "I'm only teasing, love, now relax." He tells you quietly, trailing his hand down from your cheek to your neck, then down to your ribs.

"C-Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" You ask incredulously, looking between the two of them again, "I'm confused."

The blond-haired dwarf leans down and whispers softly next to your ear, "You don't mind if my uncle joins us, do you? It's nothing he hasn't seen before." He's talking about you, and you immediately feel ashamed.

Well that's surprising, but certainly not unwelcome at the moment despite your internal guilt.

"U-Uh, I guess not..." You mumble apprehensively, noting the way he frowns as concern flashes across his face.

"Nobody will be upset if you do not want to." He reminds just as sweetly. "It may seem otherwise, but you're in control here."

"No, no I do...Maybe it'll be fun?"

A smile spreads across his face at your admission of wanting it, and he sits up right after and looks back over at his uncle, "I told you she would be fine with it, now stop hovering- it's unnerving." He jokes, going back to kiss you while also still leaving you with another question.

They talked about this before?

Instead of harping on it you just return the kiss and run your fingers up into his wild mane of hair, listening as Thorin approaches, nerves alight with anticipation of what's going to happen next.

Fili retracts from your lips after a moment and settles at your neck, and as soon as Fili is gone a new ever familiar pair hands cup your cheeks.

Your attention is directed to Thorin, and a smile works its way onto your face right away, "H-Hi." You stutter, pressing your forehead against his.

He returns the smile and greeting, "Hello." And then surges forward and presses his lips firmly against yours.

No time is wasted on your part in returning the slightly harsher kiss, one of your hands flying up to bury in his dark hair while Fili's hands wander along the length of your body.

Fili's hand finds your awaiting heat once more and right away he resumes his actions from back before Thorin interrupted him, his fingers sliding into your slick heat with little difficulty.

You start to tug at Thorin's coat while he continues to 'smother' you in heated kisses and gentle touches along your chest and stomach, so he pauses that and shrugs off his jacket; his shirt following soon after.

Yes, you've had them both in the past, but never at the same time, and all of your senses are alight with want and anticipation for what is to come.

Thorin's hair is slightly tangly as you card your fingers through them, one of your other hands slipping down to run along his chest while Fili pumps his fingers faster inside of you.

"F-Fili..." You call softly, squeezing your eyes shut as your ministrations on Thorin pause.

Said dwarf raises his head from your neck and offers you a wolfishly dashing smile, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek lightly.

Fili removes his hand from you again, and when you whine from the loss of contact he chuckles and grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up slightly so you'll sit up.

Thorin pulls away and looks at Fili with a raised eyebrow, though he doesn't move to stop him and only waits.

Fili slowly lays back and continues to look at you, urging in his ever husky and sexy voice, "Come along, gehyith*, take a seat." *little dove

Your face floods with fresh redness and warmth from what he's asking you to do, and while it's very tempting, you can't help but to glance over at Thorin who is looking at you with the same amount of lusting heat. When all he does is watch, though, you go ahead and do as Fili urged and climb over him, settling on his chest with a nervous smile on your face.

He returns the smile tenfold, then grabs your thighs and pulls you so your awaiting sex is much closer; and, without further hesitation, he attaches his mouth to your clit.

You lean forward slightly and place your hands on the grassy ground, closing your eyes with furrowed brows as you moan and gasp in a very pleased manner.

His mustache and beard rub against your skin slightly uncomfortably, but the discomfort mixed with the undeniable pleasure he gives you make for a wonderful combination.

Suddenly, in the midst of your hazy mind you remember Thorin is there as well, and you glance back and see that he has removed his trousers and is looking at your face with a very heated expression.

"C-Come here." You coax with a bit of a stutter, legs twitching and tensing when Fili scrapes his teeth against your sensitive nub down below.

Thorin, of course, does not dither and settles next to the both of you, his hand immediately fisting in your hair as he brings you down to kiss him once more.

Your moans are muffled and swallowed into the passionate kiss between you and the dark-haired dwarf, and you reach down and grasp him firmly in your hand, committing the way he tenses and grunts to memory.

A couple of times you rock your hips down against Fili, but that ends quickly when he grabs your thighs and holds you in place, taking exactly what he wants while also giving you everything you need.

When your struggles to catch your breath become a problem, you pull away from the kiss and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, still gliding your hand up and down the length of him as you draw more groans and pleased words from Thorin.

He begins to shift suddenly when your cautious strokes lessen and gasping increases, and then he stands and looks as if he's about to move away and await his proper turn.

You don't much like that, though, so before he can move away (if that was even what he was planning on doing in the first place) you grab his hips and press your face to his hip, stroking your hand up lightly along his side as broken moans and gasps leave from your parted lips.

After you've regained some of your composure, you reach up and grasp his twitching and very hard cock and start to gently stroke it much like before, turning your head to wrap your lips around the crown of his very kingly erection.

Thorin's hands fly to your hair and he grabs you with both of his hands, his pleasure becoming more prominent at having your mouth on him mixed with the needy and desiring moans that vibrate throughout your mouth.

Your name tumbles from his lips and his hold on your head tightens as you bring more of him into your mouth, your thighs tense under Fili's harsh hold.

Almost right away does Thorin begin to direct your movements by moving your head along, his hips occasionally jutting forward a bit when his hips spasm.

One of your hands ended up fisted in Fili's hair at some point as well, and your knees are pressed into either side of his head. You probably would've crushed his head by now if it weren't for the fact that the blond was holding onto your thighs so tightly.

You can feel your release quickly approaching and so your moans grow more frequent, the mere feeling of Fili's hot tongue delving into you is enough to rid you of all rational thought.

Your nails lightly scratch at Fili's scalp when his teeth scrape against you once again, and a resounding groan is his response to your head scratching.

Thorin's guiding of your head becomes fast as he too grows closer to his release, and he begins to breathe soft praises and words in Khuzdul.

A minute or so after, Thorin spends himself into your mouth with a few curses, his fingers pushing some of your hair out of your face while his other hand grazes down your cheek carefully.

Your breaths come out in short loud pants mixed with the higher-pitched whines of pleasure that leave you, and a few moments later you start to tense and your eyes squeeze shut.

You cry their names as you reach your end and your fingers tangled in Fili's hair gently yank at it by the roots.

The rapid rising and falling of your chest as you struggle to regain your breath as well as the quiet pants from Thorin are the only noises in the clearing at the moment.

Slowly you lean back and rest your hands on the ground on either side of Fili's laying form, arms shaking slightly as you try to catch your breath (you also forget for a moment that you're sitting on Fili).

Fili reaches up and grabs your hips, lifting you up a bit so he can slide up to a seated position while wiping his face with a big grin on his lips.

You look at him with hot cheeks and a sheepish expression on your face, seeing right away that he's painfully hard and straining against his trousers.

The blond dwarf leans forward and pecks your cheek, looking over at his uncle who has seated himself on the ground just a few inches away from you both with the same pleased look on his face.

You're tired, yes, but Fili is still waiting for a turn and if you saw right, Thorin wasn't sated properly in the first place.

With careful and slightly shaky movements you reach up and cup Fili's cheeks, going in to kiss him again before he places his hand on your chest and keeps you back, "Don't worry about me, gehyith, take a break." He urges in a quiet voice, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

"Are you s-sure?" You ask softly, skimming your fingers down his cheek gently.

"I'm sure." He tells you softly, glancing over at Thorin with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure as well, clearly. Come." He gestures for you to come closer and once you do, he wraps his arms around you gently and has you lay back against his chest, your feet coming up to rest on Fili's still clothed legs.

"We're perfectly content with waiting."

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apathycares · 6 years ago

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Hi I just found your writing and really liked it could you do a NSFW headcannon with Aizawa, Hitoshi, and bakugou

Nsfw Headcanons

Thank you! I’ve been waiting impatiently for someone to request an Aizawa related ask because ughhh hot potatoes he’s just an interestingly boring character to write. Before you come for me, Aizawa-balls-suckers, I mean his attitude is relatively boring, but it’s done well enough to keep your attention. I’m pretty sure I would’ve done one myself if nobody requested so, thank you so much anon. Love, an Aizawa-balls-sucker.

※ Warnings: nsfw af

※ Pairings: Aizawa x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Shinsou x Reader

Aizawa Shouta

First of all, congratulations on acquiring the most lackluster significant other. No really, it was a hard battle to convince him to give dating a shot, so you deserved to be proud of yourself. You managed to snag the least eligible bachelor.

According to the public.

Because the public, as far as you knew, hasn’t slept with him.

And you thought he was a snag before you two got intimate.

Body? 10. Stamina? 10. Intimacy? 10. Aftercare? OVER 9000!

Aizawa knew exactly what he did to you the first time you two got it on. His observational skills were top notch - it barely took a few minutes of foreplay to know exactly where to touch to get you absolutely drenched.

If you weren’t too engrossed in enjoying the new sensations his tongue offered, mumbling his name like a prayer and thrashing needly, you would’ve known he was putting everything he had into fucking you sideways, so much so that you’d never be the same again without him.

Because he loved you, he was making this… investment. Aizawa loved you and wanted you to be just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Seems very drastic but you had to appreciate how calculating he was.

After that first night, you kind of had a tough time getting him to get freaky again.

It wasnt as if he lost attraction for you or anything, he just never had a high sex drive. It did shoot up quite a bit after that night but…

Honestly?

Aizawa was a tease.

You’d put on your sexiest lingerie and wait for him to get home, and when he did and saw you posing all risqué on the couch, he’d greet you unfazed and walk off to get changed.

Aizawa hears you muttering angrily as he climbs the stairs and grins like an excited little boy with a new toy.

You wait for him on the couch, arms folded across your chest. You shoot him a scoff when he settles down on his desk in the corner and flips open his laptop, completely unbothered by the holes you’re burning into his head. Oh, you were pissed.

Meanwhile, Aizawa starts a small timer to see how long you two could keep this up. Him mercilessly teasing you and you trying to get him in bed.

His inbox hadn’t even pulled up yet when you casted a shadow over him, and to his surprise, you shamelessly shoved your hand in his pants.

Aizawa hisses when your warm hand squeezes his cock experimentally, leaning back on his chair to look at you.

“You asshole, you’re so hard!” You gasp, fingers ghosting over his member in awe. “And you have the gall to ignore me like this?!”

Well, experiment over then. He barely lasted five seconds.

After that incident, you caught on to how he liked to deny you pleasure and worked out some counterattacks.

One of your favourite methods would definitely be that one time you made plans with some other guy and dressed up so scantily (knowing you wouldn’t go out like that anyways) before casually walking past his desk in the corner, telling him where you were going without a care.

As soon as your hand touched the door, the telltale tug of his capture weapon would wrap around your waist and pull you back through the air and into his arms. He’d think he won the battle when he’d grumble, pinch your hips and kiss you fervently, but baby, you’d won the war.

Plus it made for some smoking roleplay.

Beyond that, he will never use his capture weapon on you. Aizawa does not want to mix work and pleasure, and he surely doesn’t want to use the same rope he uses on scummy villains on you.

He’s tried bondage and the like on you per your coaxing (you freak), but it’s never really struck him. He wants your hands all over him as much as his are all over you, and he’d want to hear you moan and pant than to gag you.

His favourite positions are anything where you can see each other’s eyes.

As soon as you get him on the bed, you have the most mind-numbingly sensual sex ever.

Even better aftercare. You take turns running your hands in each other’s hair, bodies pressed comfortably against each other in a way that isn’t insanely hot and overbearing.

Aizawa loves loves loves the way your hand caresses his face, his forearms, down his chest. Just touch him. If that counts as a kink then that’s his damn kink.

You love how soft and frequent his kisses are. Mornings after he’d wake you up with kisses all over your shoulders, down your back, up until he nips at a particular hotspot that makes you jolt every. Damn. Time.

You chase him out of bed before crashing again, too sore to follow him out of the room.

However, Aizawa always returns to kiss you deeply, whispering about how much he loves you before he heads out to face the day.

“Love you Shouta!” You yell after his retreating figure, a satisfied smirk on your swollen lips as you sink back into the cool pillows.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Bless this insecure baby with your sexual prowess please. Because he’s so lost it’s not even funny.

Shinsou doesn’t quite know how you two went from being nervous and apprehensive around each other to a random make out session behind some bushes.

You began to date too, but after that whole ordeal, Shinsou didn’t know how to approach you about the lack of intimacy.

Don’t get him wrong, he liked you a lot, but since the ‘bush incident’ he didn’t want you to think that that’s all he saw you as. So he kept his hands to himself.

You knew exactly what he was doing so one day, you mustered up the courage to walk over to him on the couch, throw a pack of condoms in his lap and ask him to fuck you.

He was smirking but he was also blushing.

“These are the wrong size…” He sighs after examining the box, scratching the back of his head self consciously. “I guess I’ll go buy some and come back?”

“Y-yeah, sure thing. Cool. Yup.”

Before Shinsou could walk out, he turns back towards you and presses a quick peck on your lips before rushing out faster than the first time. “I’ll be back soon.”

Shinsou left you there flustered for two reasons. One: he just kissed you for the first time and your heart had melted into a pile of goo at your feet. Two: the condoms were the wrong size. Meaning you either bought ones that were too big or too small.

Shinsou returns to see you fanning your red face, half an idea on what the reason may be. He walks over to you and bends down, hand outstretched to show you the label on the box with a sly grin.

Sweet carrots you’d underestimated him badly.

You were on each other worse than that time behind the bushes.

Relatively speaking, Shinsou was quite hesitant the first time around and kept asking you if it was okay to do something. Maybe because he wanted to be sure he wasn’t taking advantage of you in any way. Precious.

You kept reassuring him, kissing him every time he doubted himself, and eventually he got comfortable enough to go at it.

Shinsou doesn’t mind if you switch between dominating him and letting him dominate you, although he preferred dominating you for sure.

Shinsou is kinky af.

His favourite thing during sex is blindfolding despite being against it at first.

“Do you trust me?” you whisper, your bare chest pressing onto his as you hug him, your knees on either side of him. “Because I trust you, Hitoshi.”

“Ah, you had to go on say that,” he chuckles against your shoulder, before placing a chaste kiss. “Isn’t that sweet.”

Let’s just say Shinsou is a bit more open after that.

His favourite positions include anything that doesn’t involve getting behind you.

His stamina and sex drive are fair, but you can get him going again with the right nudge. He’s not loud but you are.

Honestly would take you anywhere and everywhere. Once you’ve opened up his eyes, he’s bold enough to pick you up when your digging in the fridge and bend you over the kitchen counter.

Aftercare is pretty decent. He’ll help clean-up and take a shower with you. Nay to shower sex, yay to heavy make out session.

You always wake up the morning after to find him awake and watching you. Shinsou smiles sheepishly at you when you raise a tentative brow, before kissing your nose.

“I know what you’re thinking, it’s not creepy when it’s your boyfriend doing it.”

“Suuuuure.”

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is a complicated person, and you of all people knew that better than most.

He always wanted people to get to the point and let their actions speak. So when one day you two were hanging out, your relationship established enough to comfortably talk without judgement (more him than you obviously), he randomly stated that you two needed to bang each other soon.

You blink comically, noting that your explosive boyfriend was dead serious before you laughed. What the hell was wrong with him?

Bakugou jumps on your lap, thoroughly offended and wondering the same thing about you. You barely had a second to react to your new position when he roughly threw you on his bed and smashed his hot mouth on yours.

Like who were you to deny him after that.

A few minutes of heated making out and ripping clothes off each other later, he stopped to lean over his nightstand and pull a brand new box of condoms out.

You run your hands up and down his bare forearms, squeezing his muscles appreciatively as you watch him rip the pack open.

Bakugou was seriously planning this for weeks.

As he pulled one out, the weight of the situation dawned on him. He looks down and sees you peering up at him expectantly, looking absolutely precious to him in just your undergarments.

“Do you love me?”

Your heart breaks a little when his hands fall to his sides, discarding the condoms on the bed to climb off of you, before dropping his head in his hands. “Of course I do, I wouldn’t have been reduced to this so easily if I wasn’t.” You joke, placing your hand on his arm. When he doesn’t budge, you sigh dramatically before crawling onto his lap and squishing his cheeks together. When his crimson eyes lock on yours, you smile fondly at him. “I love you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou leans in and kisses you softly, arms snaking around your waist to pull you as close as humanly possible. You run your fingers through his hair when you pull away, staring into his eyes in a wordless promise of always loving him, and when the tension in his face drops and he smiles, he pushes you back down again, this time slow and gentle.

Your first time with Bakugou is soft. As usual, he manages to make you fall in love with him a little more.

Bakugou cherished everything about you but…hot damn…

His sex drive skyrocketed immensely.

It’s a given that his stamina was off the charts, wayyy more than you could handle, but oh god, you would deal with the soreness in the morning just fine, all you wanted was to be dominated by him.

The only time he’d leave you to take charge was if it ended with you in between his legs.

Most definitely is a praise whore. Call him your hero or your king, or tell him he’s doing so well - his reaction is always priceless. He’ll smirk so smugly, leaning in to whisper dirty talk with half lidded eyes on some days or throw his head back and moan like a horny person who’d discovered themselves for the first time on others.

It’s a given that this guy smells like caramel, and whenever you go at it harder than usual and he sweats more you get hungry.

Always ask to get food after the workout having sex.

Baby boy doesn’t like to spoil you so you have to get creative in order to convince him.

Whenever Bakugou is in the mood, he’d bug you until you caved.

You’re reading a book when Bakugou decides to sit down next to you on the couch and throws his hand over the back. He fiddles with his phone a bit, before peeking towards you to see you completely engrossed in that book. He clicks his tongue in irritation before slapping the book out of your hands. You blink a few times, staring at your palms before shifting your icy gaze at him, and when he shoots you a meaningful look and tilts his head in the direction of the bedroom, you sigh at his antics before getting up to follow him.

You made sure to thoroughly tease him for it though.

Bakugou likes tying you up in the beginning but he’ll always release you halfway so you could make use of your lovely hands. You absolutely cannot tie him up though as he hates the anxiety of being helpless (PTSD from the kidnapping and the sludge villain incident).

You get a little goofy and laugh. He glares at you. You stick your tongue out at him and tell him to bite you. He does just that and tells you to put your tongue back in or he’d take that as an invitation.

He still takes it as an invitation. That liar.

His favourite position would have to be anything where he could grab your ass.

Unfortunately, the only aftercare Bakugou would do is kiss you goodnight before rolling over and falling asleep.

Giving you a chance to slip away and get something to eat! Yay!

Mornings after though, you guys indulge in some long pillow talk, his fingers stroking your lower back through the sheets. You lean in, pushing his hair back to kiss his forehead, when he grunts and pulls you closer.

“I’m going to need a real kiss too.”

Whoooop first NSFW, am I supposed to feel thirsty about them too? No?

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batmanie · 5 years ago

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Down the Drain

"Cold and wet but not dead, shouldn't we celebrate instead?"

Scarecrow, who was really getting too old for that, shot the unreasonably optimistic Mad Hatter a glare of disgust from under his soaked hood. The action didn't make any good in the darkness of the sewers.

“I would gladly share your enthusiasm if I weren't stuck here with you, Nigma, and with the Bat on our tail. We will be lucky if Killer Croc is not around looking for his dinner.”

“Maybe he will invite us to have some cake? A cup of tea also sounds great!”

“Just...forget it.”

It was getting unbearably cold, and the wet clothes became heavy. It didn't help that his injured arm hurt like hell, not to even mention his crooked leg. Despite the tiredness, Scarecrow limped further down the sewer pipe.

“Where are you going?!” He could hear Tetch's worried voice calling out for him. “Oh, where are you going? It's not a lot of empathy you're showin'!”

He ignored him and kept moving forward, the slippery goo splashed under his already soaked boots.

He didn't get far, there were metal bars preventing him to get further into the sewer system. Rusted they might be but otherwise intact. If the Bat showed up there would be nowhere to escape from this dead-end trap.

The sound of hasty splashes prepared Scarecrow for Hatter's arrival. The little man actually bumped into his back before Jonathan could turn around. Tetch was breathing in and out rapidly, looking up to him with his wide eyes.

“Don't leave me alone!” the man whimpered. “I want to go home!” The small hand clutched onto Crane's coat but Scarecrow slapped it off immediately.

“We're not going anywhere, we're trapped here.” He pointed at the bars with a small gesture.

Hatter looked in that direction and understood the situation.

“Oh. I know!”

“What now?”

“I know how to go through. I just need to use you.”

Before he knew it, Scarecrow was already under Mad Hatter's spell, hypnotized and awaiting orders while his mind drifted away into oblivion.

“Scarecrow, my friend,” Tetch's voice rang inside his skull as if it was coming from the inside. “Lend me a hand. It looks like we both reached a dead end. And this won't do for me and you. So, break the bar and let us go through. Chop-chop!”

Jonathan's thin arms moved on their own, grabbing the rusty metal. Then, the muscles hardened as he pulled with a force, he didn't know he had. The bars gave out a screech, Scarecrow's hands began to shake from the extreme physical effort. But he kept pulling. Red drops of blood were falling from his injured arm into the mud under his feet.

“Oh, dear,” Hatter gulped nervously but did not take his order back.

Something 'popped', and unfortunately it didn't come from the bars. One of Scarecrow's arms went limp and he lost his hold. Hatter winced and inhaled with a long hiss.

“Oh dear, oh dear, I thought we were near...”

Jonathan made no sound, feeling no pain – only the overwhelming need to keep pulling. His other hand, still on the bar, pulled with all its might. And with that one, desperate action the rusty metal finally gave out. Scarecrow fell back, stumbling onto a Hatter. Jervis yelped and tripped over but caught his balance in time, saving them both from crashing into the muddy ground.

“Are you OK, Jonathan Crane?”

All Scarecrow did, was showing a broken bar that has left in his hand as if it was some kind of a trophy.

“Good job, my friend,” Hatter prized, beaming and patting Jon's trembling forearm. “Now, fix up your hand.” He nodded at the man's most likely dislocated shoulder.

With his good one, Doctor Crane obediently grabbed his numb arm. A moment later 'something' popped once again. Hatter shivered at the horrible sound but when he looked up, Jonathan looked as good as new. The little man smiled and snapped his fingers.

“Ughhh!”

The very moment the mind-control wore off and Scarecrow was back to his senses, the sensation of white-hot pain shot through his right arm.

“What...aghh...have you done,” he hissed, clutching at his shoulder and panting heavily. His whole body was trembling and both of his arms hurt like two hells. His memories of the last few minutes seemed blurry but the last thing he remembered was... “You hypnotized me, you damn imp!”

If not for the pain, he would strangle the little shithat here and now.

“I just wanted to help!” Hatter squeaked, showing first signs of fear. “Not my fault you got hurt!”

“Hurt? What did you make me do?”

“I...just...” Instead of finishing, Tetch pointed at something with his trembling finger.

Scarecrow turned his head and saw it – one of the metal rods that had blocked the entrance to the second part of the sewer was missing, leaving the gap just big enough for someone thin to squeeze through.

“I did...this?” That would explain that terrible exhaustion. And the re-opening of the wound...

Jervis smiled at him in response, falsely assuming that he was forgiven. “I knew you were strong, I couldn't be wrong.”

“Yes, yes, apparently you couldn’t... Now, go drag Nigma here, we're going to find out where those sewers will lead us to.”

When Hatter disappeared in the darkness, Scarecrow stared blankly after him for a few seconds, contemplating. To use him, the Master of Fear, like a mere henchman? “Oh, Mr. Tetch. You will be regretting this night dearly,” he murmured to himself. Then, his hand sneaked under his coat, reaching for something hidden in his inner pocket. His long fingers sensed the cold, metal surface and they stroked the cylindrical vessel lovingly. Yes, his fear gas was still there. “Just you wait, Mr. Tetch...” Scarecrow whispered and his scarred face twitched under the mask in a failed attempt to smile.

#batman #Bat-mania #batman fanfiction #DC comics #scarecrow #Jonathan Crane #batman villains #mad hatter #Jervis Tetch #batman rogues #temarcia #My Story #Dork squad

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Bnha x Mulan AU (TodoDeku) Goofy idea/fanfic I'll never write. (sorry anon. Still love you. I just watched the movie and Bakugou is now Yao to me. Hope you see this bc I accidentally deleted your ask x_x. <3)

Toshinori Yagi: My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one's late. But I'll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.

Izuku: Excuse me, where can I sign in? Ahhh, I see you have a sword. I got one too! -goes to pull out sword- I'm very manly andddd...tough! -accidentally drops sword-

Mineta: For instance, my eyes, can see straightttt through your armor.

Izuku: -slaps Mineta-

Aoyama: -sparkling- Look! This tattoo will protect me from harm.

Bakugou: Hmmm -punches guy-

Kaminari: -laughs- I hope you can get your money back!

Bakugou: -spits- What are you lookin' at?

Mineta: -whispering- Punch him. It's how men say hello.

Izuku: -punches Bakugou-

Kirishima: -holding a fuming Bakugou- Bakugou, you've made a friend!

Mineta: Good. Now slap him on the behind. They like that.

Izuku: -slaps Bakugou's butt-

Bakugou: I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy.

Kirishima: Bakugou -picks up Bakugou- relax and chant with me. -chants, while slowly rocking Bakugou back and forth-

Bakugou: -growls, but eventually chants-...blurbedjal...eh, you ain't worth my time, chicken boy.

Mineta: CHICKEN BOY? SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU LIMP NOODLE!

Todoroki: -looming over Izuku- I don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp!

Izuku: Sorry...-man voice- Uhh, I mean, sorry you had to see that. You know how it is when you get those, ugh, manly urges and you just have to kill something...fix things, uh, cook outdoors.

Todoroki: What's your name?

Izuku: Ahh, I,, uhh I, uhh-

Monoma: Your commanding officer just asked you a question!

Izuku: Uhh, I've got a name. Huhh a-and it's a boys name too!

Mineta: -whispers hiding behind Izuku- Kaminari, how about Kaminari?

Izuku: His name is Kaminari.

Todoroki: I didn't ask for his name. I asked for yours.

Mineta: Try, ugh, ughhh, ahh Chu!

Izuku: Ah Chu.

Todoroki: Ah Chu?

Mineta: Gesundheit. Hehe, I kill myself.

Izuku: Minetaaa

Todoroki: Mineta?

Izuku: NO!

Todoroki: -frustrated- Then what is it!

Mineta: Deku! Deku was my best friend growing up!

Izuku: IT'S DEKU!

Todoroki: Deku.

Mineta: Though Deku did steal my gir -gets choked by Izuku-

Izuku: -arrives-

Kaminari: Looks like our new friend slept in this morning! Helloooo Deku, are you hungry?

Bakugou: Yeahhh, 'causse I owe you a knuckle sandwich -grabs Izuku with fist raised-

Todoroki: Soldiers! You will assemble swiftly and silently every morning. -takes off shirt-

Izuku: ... -secretly or not so secretly checkin' Todo out-

Todoroki: Anyone who acts otherwise, will answer to me.

Izuku: -eyes wide in fear and hiding behind lily pad- Hi guys! I didn't know you were here! So, I'm clean and I'm gonna go. BYE BYE!

Kaminari: Come back hereee! I know we were jerks to you before, so let's start over! -naked and holding hand out to shake- Hiiii, I'm Kaminari!

Izuku: -naked and worried, shakes hand and bumps into Kirishima standing behind her-

Kirishima: And I'm Kirishima!

Izuku: -cringes- Hello Kirishimaaa.

Bakugou: -butt naked and standing on a rock- AND I AM BAKUGOU KATSUKI. KING OF THE ROCK. And there's nothing you girl's can do about it.

Izuku: -covers eyes-

Kaminari: Oh yeahhh! Well, I think Deku and I can take you.

Izuku: -still covering eyes trying to get away- I don't really want to take him anywhere.

Kaminari: But, Deku! We have to fight!

Izuku: We can just close our eyes...and swim around -Kaminari touches her forearm and gets too close-

Mineta: -spits- Ohh...what a nasty flavor.

Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari: SNAKE~ -cue screaming at the snake in the water-

A moment later, Kirishima: Some king of the rock...AHH! -gets pushed off rock by Bakugou-

Izuku: Boy, that was close...

Mineta: -brushing teeth- No, that was vile. YOU OWE ME BIG.

Todoroki: -pissed and stroming off-

Izuku: Hey, I'll hold him and you punch, heh, heh...-Todoroki walks by without reacting- or not. -calling out to Todoorki- For what it's worth, I think you're a great captain.

Mineta: I saw that!

Izuku: -innocent and cute- What?

Mineta: You likeee him don't youuu?

Izuku: N-No, I--

Mineta: Yeah right, yeah sure. Look, GO TO YOUR TENT.

Kaminari: Step back guys, give 'em some air.

Todoroki: Deku, you are the craziest man I've ever met. And for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust.

Kaminari: LET'S HEAR IT FOR DEKU! THE BRAVEST OF US ALL!

Bakugou: YOU'RE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN!

Kirishima: YES, YES, YESSS! -bumps hips with a random guy nearby-

Izuku: TODOROKI-KUN!

Todoroki: -surprised- Izuku?

Izuku: The League of Villains are alive, they're in the city.

Todoroki: You don't belong here Deku, go home.

Izuku: Todoroki, I saw them. You have to believe me.

Todoroki: Why should I?

Izuku: Why else would I come back? You said you'd trust Deku. Why is Izuku any different? Keep your eyes open. I know they're here.

Izuku: Okay, any questions?

Bakugou: Does this dress make me look fat?

Izuku: -slaps Bakugou-

Bakugou: Ow.

Todorki: -awkward- Um...you...you fight good.

Mulan: Oh....t-thank you. -disappointed-

Principal Nedzu: The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.

Todoroki: Sir?

Principal Nedzu: You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty.

Todoroki: -goes after Midoriya-

Izuku: -kneels before All Might- Father. I brought you the mask of All for One, and the crest of Principal Nedzu. They're gifts, to honor the Yagi family.

Toshinori Yagi: -drops everything to hug Izuku- The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter. I've missed you so.

Izuku: -crying- I've missed you too Papa!

Todoroki: Honorable Toshinori Yagi, All Might, I--IZUKU...I..uh...uh..you forgot your helmet. Ah but well, actually it's your helmet isn't it? I mean-

Toshinori Yagi: -smiles with eyebrow raised-

Izuku: -smiling at Todoroki- Would you like to stay for dinner?

Recovery Girl: Would you like to stay forever?

Todoroki: -smiling at Izuku- Dinner would be great.

Aizawa: Ohhh, all right. You can be a guardian again. -cue Mineta screaming in joy-

#i needed to get this off my chest #bnha #mha #tododeku #todomido #katsudeku #kiribaku #bakukiri #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #deku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki

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