#and 'that's stupid and will not be included'

[fernsdelight]

Nasty dog!John "Soap" MacTavish x F!reader, who posts a sex for rent ad.

Okay, so maybe Johnny got a little lonely ever once in a while

A beautiful view of the city. Your own private bedroom and bathroom!

But it was hard for a bloke like him, have some sympathy! It was practically impossible to keep a relationship with how long and often his deployments were.

All utilities paid for, wifi included. I’ll even help you move in!

All he wanted was a wee bonnie lass to come home to. Give him a big hug, thank him for his service, and maybe, just maybe, let him have a little taste of your wee sweet cunt.

Pay nothing for rent! Looking for a female roommate, must be okay with giving me benefits. See image attached:

Okay, so maybe Johnny is a nasty dog. Maybe being shot in the head knocked a little more than a few screws loose. He was a good-looking guy, pretty blue eyes, exceptionally fit, quite the charmer too. It was a win-win for everyone.

When you saw the ad, you couldn’t believe it. Pictures of the rooms, free rent, and it was close to the city. You weren’t stupid; you could read between the lines about what type of “benefits” he would want. But the offer was so very tempting…

A simple message to Johnny had him checking your profile, then your other social media, then your friends' social media too. He wanted you, God, he wanted you bad. It didn’t take long before the lease was signed, $1 per month, just to keep the contract valid.

Johnny was a true gentleman, helped you set up your furniture in your room and hauled all the heavy things up the stairs. He didn’t even start dry humping you until you were all settled in, then everything was fair game.

Johnny had you caught in the doorframe, rutting his hips into your ass. He panted and groaned into your ear, his greedy hands grabbing on to whatever he could touch: hips, breasts, ass. Nasty dog.

His cock was fat, heavy and thick, promising you a delicious stretch when he bent you over on the bed and tugged down your pants. He could already see the damp patch of wetness, practically smelling it in the air, which had him salivating. He didn’t hesitate to press his nose against your pussy, inhaling your scent before tugging off your panties.

Your puffy folds were slick and sticky with arousal as Johnny rubbed the broad crown of his cock through them, collecting the wetness on his tip before pushing inside. The stretch burns, but feels so damn good, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls.

He kept his pace deep and slow, his rough fingers finding your swollen clit, mercilessly rubbing it until your pussy was squeezing the life out of his cock and you were crying with pleasure.

Johnny aimed for those sweet little spots inside you, the ones that had you clawing at the sheets, trying to milk his cock for all its worth. With his fingers rubbing over your sticky clit and Johnny’s fat cock stuffing you so full, it wasn’t a surprise when you came.

The Scotsman groaned as you squeezed around his so damn tight, your walls rippling around his cock as he fucked you through every wave of your orgasm. You were creaming around his, soaking his thighs while your clit twitched under the rough pad of his thumb from overstimulation.

His thrusts became lazy and sloppy, moaning into your shoulder as he thrusts forward one more time, his balls drawing up tight to his body before filling you up with his hot, sticky load.

Johnny stroked up and down your sides gently as you both came down from your shared highs. He left to grab a towel while you basked in the post-orgasmic bliss, returning seconds later to clean you both up, tender and gentle with his touches.

“Want to go shower together?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at him through half-lidded eyes.

“I’d love to, hen.”

[nono-serves]

could you write something like where reader's first language isn't English

That language of yours

includes: DR3, MV33, LN3, OP81, CS55, OB87, KA12, GR63, LH44, IH6;

X gender neutral!reader

summary: how does your f1 boyfriend act when english is not your first language!

Warnings!: KA12:boner, DR3: mention of being horny;

notes: just started 'love hypothesis'..WHY ARE THE CHAPTERS SO LONG!?

wordcount: 422

DR3

-if he hears you say any word that could possibly sound like anything else or sometging funny in english, je is abusing that word to no ends

-decently turned on to be honest

-forces you to teach him nicknames and cute phrases

LN4

-so impressed the first time he hears you talk in another language

-some days he randomly asks you how some specific things are namend in your mother tongue

OP81

-tells everyone that his partner is bilingual, so when you first meet his parents or anyone that is important to him, they already know

-genuinly starts to learn on duolingo and with you

MV33

-teaches you dutch words as a trade for some words in your language

-pronounces every word you teach him with a stupid accent to annoy you

CS55

-tries to translate every word he doesn't know with spanish, like if there is a word sounding similar to a spanish one, he will just assume it means the same thing

-if it works onve he acts like it's a foolproof method (spoiler: it's not. but sometimes there's a funny outvome so who cares)

OB87

-has google translate as an app (maybe even an actual good translation app, if you insist)

-doesn't care at all, but if he ever meers your paremts or anything he qants go learn the asic phrases and greetings to impress them

KA12

-tries to teach you italian nontheless, like it's a religion

-might have to cover his crotch, because well, you talking his language and him talking yours is simply too much for him

GR63

-only speaks english so he assumes learning another languahe is easy..how foolish of him

-so basically after ten minutes of you trying to teach him anything he is too frustrated to keep going

LH44

-not bothered UNTIL you say anything dirty or romantic in your language, then (no mattter if he understands you) he is turned on...a bit too much for it to be normal

-buys learning book without you knowing so he can start understanding you

CL16

-he speaks three languages himself so if it's any of those three he is so happy that you guys can communicate in many ways

-is only impressed when it's a really hard language like russian or mandarin (he doesn't realise french is pretty difficult as well)

IH6

-falls in love with you even more

-is so impressed and wants to learn a bit so bad, but is really bad at it. His accent just makes most the words unrecognizable

[bonzirella]

baby trouble !! ft. itoshi rin and mikage reo

Summary: Congrats, you've just given birth! As you proudly hold up your baby, something seems off... the little thing looks just like her father!! And let's say... you're not the most rational about it. wc: 486 for rin and 637 for reo

Includes: gender-neutral reader, reader does give birth but i fully support that mpreg exists in this timeline, reader is not implied to be married with either chara, mentions of hell (?), the children are both biologically female (she/her pronouns) because i stand on reo + rin being girl dads, usage of the word "stupid", reader is lowkey sassy towards both charas but they reciprocate it so ig it's fine, no intense details of the actual birth– just that it took long as hell and was tiring, both men are drama queens, mentions of twisting dick in reo's, mentions of changing genes scientifically, reo x reader, rin x reader, and i think that's it. idk if yoga or chakras is triggering but there's a mention of those too

a/n: gahdamn i wrote so many inclusions you'd think this was an ao3 fic. let me know if you wanna see more characters with this prompt. that photo of rin makes my pecker become a double decker. i want a man like reo.

art creds go to dagoat yusuke nomura divider creds go to @hyuneskkami

itoshi rin

Twelve grueling hours of labor, screaming, sweating, nearly tearing the sheets apart, and swearing you’d never do this again, finally came to an end. The nurses gently handed you your baby, like a prize you’d won after competing in the labor olympics. You and Rin never really talked about what the baby would look like, but in the back of your mind, you always wanted a blend of the two of you. Maybe she’d have your nose, his long lashes, his pretty teal eyes, your smile. Something shared between the two of you, you know? 

So when you pulled the blanket back to get your first look at your daughter… your jaw dropped so hard it could’ve reached the ninth circle of hell. This wasn’t a mix. This wasn’t a collaboration. This was a one-man show. 

Your baby was a carbon copy of Itoshi Rin, as if your womb had been nothing but a copy machine for his genes. The exact lashes, the same teal eyes, the same little pout he wears when he gets upset. You were holding Rin 2.0, and not even a single part of her resembled you. 

You blinked. Then you blinked again. 

“...You’re joking,” you whispered, ready to drop this baby into the ninth circle of hell where your jaw previously went. “Itoshi Rin!” You practically screeched. 

From the hallway, Rin flinched as he was filling up some water at those water vending machines. He didn’t perk up, didn’t tilt his head like the nonchalant emo he is. He flinched because he only hears his full government name when he has seriously fucked up. 

He froze, the water now overflowing. He was sweating bullets. Heart pounding faster than it did during the world cup. What did he do wrong? Was this about how he had to step out during the final hour because he was crying harder than you? Did he not bring enough snacks? Was there a shortage of ice chips? 

He burst through the door, the mildest hint of concern and a pinch of fear on his face, “Are you okay? What happened?” He tried to ask calmly, but the water bottle was trembling so hard in his hands that it could be used as a muscle gun. 

You had an imaginary shadow over your face like a shonen protagonist going through it. You looked at him with a disappointed look and Rin was devastated. You simply turned the baby toward him, and he couldn’t understand what was wrong. She was downright adorable. But you presented her like a dramatic plot twist. “She looks just like you,” you whispered, and he reached out to brush her fat cheek. You snap, “Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she comes out looking like her stupid dad.” 

A pause. And then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “She got the better genetics,” he mumbled. 

He was kicked out of the room immediately.

mikage reo

Your birth wasn’t in a hospital. No, no. It was a water birth in a giant inflatable pool, custom made in Italy, placed in a private room Reo had renovated specifically for this one moment. It had a massage option, heated floors, mood lighting, a chandelier, a painting of your ultrasound he commissioned a world-famous painter to do, and those jet streams jacuzzis have. Probably some light jazz playing in the background too. 

Reo had luxury diaper bags packed days in advance and was ready to go full paparazzi the second the baby came out. The nursery was unhinged. Miniature designer outfits custom-tailored for an infant. Hand-painted ceiling murals. Disco lights. 

“In case the baby gets bored,” he said seriously. 

But when the time came, Reo was worse than you. Snapping at the midwives, gripping his mother’s hand for emotional support, crying into a plush alpaca plush he bought for 150 bucks just to hold during “trauma moments.” He kept shoving ice chips into your mouth like he was trying to keep a dehydrated horse alive. 

Every time you screamed or twisted the sheets in agony, he’d flinch dramatically and wail, “Twist my dick instead! I deserve it. My semen did this to you!” 

He didn’t last. He was swiftly, and violently, taken out of the room by his own mother. 

But when the baby finally came out, and her cries rang out throughout the house, not even divine intervention could’ve stopped Mikage Reo from storming back in. The midwives tried to block him. He juked them like he was back on the soccer field. He got to the baby before anyone else could even blink. 

You, on the other hand, were done. The combo of labor and Reo’s melodramatic ass had drained your soul. You kissed your baby girl gently, muttered “godspeed,” and instantly fell asleep. In the pool. 

Reo held her like she was made of stardust. The moment her little purple eyes opened and she smiled, that exact, smug little Mikage Reo smile, he was done for. This baby was about to be the most spoiled kid on the planet. 

Later, you woke up nestled in bed, wrapped in blankets like a reward for surviving war. You turned your head and asked groggily, “Can I see her?” His butlers handed her to you gently. You expected a mix of your features and his, like any normal child. Yet you forgot that your baby was a Mikage. Expect the unexpected. 

You were met with the future heiress of Mikage Reo. Same eyes, same hair, same stupid smile. You blinked. Then very calmly said, “...Reo.” 

He looked up from where he was refolding her cashmere blanket, “Yes, best parent in the universe?” 

You inhaled. Deep breaths. You did a lot of meditation during pregnancy. Really centered your chakras. Be totally relaxed and cool. Totally relaxed. Totally– You almost ruptured a blood vessel. 

“Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she comes out looking like her stupid dad?!” 

Reo froze, his eyes wide, “Is… Is that really a problem?! Wait, I can fix this. I’ll call the top geneticists, we’ll change her DNA immediately. I’m booking an appointment–” 

“You what?”

“J-Just a light modification, sweetheart! I’ll make sure it’s safe! I’ll fund the research myself so it’s not dangerous!”

You glared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under right now. The baby, of course, smiled. She had the audacity to look cute while committing identity theft. Reo gulped, “O-Or we don’t have to. We can always keep her as is! I love it personally.” Then, under his breath, “...At least she’s got a face worth 705.8 billion yen and counting.. not like, 2 pennies.” 

He slept on the couch that night, and the baby smiled in her designer crib.

© 2025 bonzirella.

another a/n: does anyone know what those water vending machines are called? the ones with the sensor where you can fill up your bottle? also, can someone better at english tell me if that comma is supposed to be between again and finally in itoshi rin's first sentence?

[jujutsu-kaisen-after-dark]

LATE NIGHT CALLS + SLEEPOVERS | pt. 1

LATE NIGHT CALLS + SLEEPOVERS | pt. 2 the morning after

Includes: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Ryoumen Sukuna

Tw: suggestive themes

★ Gojo Satoru — “Wanna sleep over?”

It started with a stupid meme.

Gojo always sent you memes at ungodly hours, like it was his personal mission to ruin your sleep schedule. But this time, it was different.

Gojo [1:43 AM]: “this is literally you lol”

Attached was a meme of a cat pretending not to care while clearly caring.

You replied back with a middle finger emoji.

But he didn’t leave it there.

Gojo [1:45 AM]: “bet you’re still awake thinking about me”

You [1:46 AM]: “As if.”

Gojo [1:47 AM]: “Wanna sleep over? Prove me wrong.”

You stared at your phone.

It wasn’t the first time he joked like that. But tonight—

Tonight it felt different.

The Uber ride to his apartment felt longer than it should have. Your heart was a wreck the entire time. You half-expected him to keep up his usual teasing when you arrived, but when the door swung open, Gojo stood there—hair messy, shirt untucked, glasses off—with a grin softer than you’d ever seen.

“Took you long enough, pretty thing,” he said, stepping aside.

You followed him into his apartment, suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet it was. No jokes. No noise. Just him. And you.

His bedroom felt huge, but the second you sat on the edge of his bed, it shrank.

He flopped beside you, deliberately close, his thigh brushing yours.

“So,” he drawled, voice lower now, “what’s the real reason you came over?”

You couldn’t answer. Not with his eyes locked on yours like that.

The teasing was still there—but barely.

There was an undercurrent. A shift.

When you laid down, pulling the blanket up to your chin to create some sort of barrier, he did the same. Only difference was, he leaned on his elbow, facing you.

“You’re not as good at hiding as you think, y’know?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, feather-light.

He didn’t push it further.

He didn’t have to.

But when you finally fell asleep, you didn’t notice his hand resting lightly on your waist.

⸻

★ Geto Suguru — “It’s late. You should just stay here.”

You didn’t mean to text him first.

But the storm outside was loud, and you couldn’t sleep.

You [12:17 AM]: “You awake?”

His reply came instantly.

Geto [12:17 AM]: “Always. What’s wrong?”

You told him about the storm. The insomnia. The fact that it was just one of those nights where everything felt… heavy.

Geto [12:19 AM]: “It’s late. You should just stay here.”

You stared at the screen.

He wasn’t offering. He was telling you.

By the time you got to his place, the rain had slowed, but your pulse hadn’t. Geto answered the door with a lazy smile, his hair loose, his shirt hanging low on his chest. He didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“I already set up the bed,” he said, leading you into his room, pulling back the covers. “Don’t be stubborn.”

You thought you’d lie on opposite sides. You thought there’d be a safe space between you.

But that was wishful thinking.

The moment you settled in, Geto sat at the edge of the bed, back to you, running a hand through his hair like he was at war with himself.

“You’re tense,” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder. “I can feel it from here.”

You wanted to joke, to deflect.

But his tone didn’t leave room for that.

When he finally slid beneath the covers, the air was electric. His fingers brushed yours under the blanket—barely there—but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You can relax,” he said, voice softer now.

But you couldn’t.

Not with the way his hand lingered.

You didn’t sleep much that night.

Neither did he.

⸻

★ Nanami Kento — “I’ll be over in ten. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

You didn’t mean to bother him.

It was late. He was always busy.

But the words slipped out.

You [11:34 PM]: “Do you ever just… not want to be alone?”

You regretted it instantly.

But then your phone lit up.

Nanami [11:35 PM]: “I’ll be over in ten. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

The knock on your door was precise. Three taps.

When you opened it, Nanami stood there, jacket in hand, expression unreadable.

He didn’t say much.

He just stepped inside, glanced around, and nodded toward your bedroom.

“Go get in bed,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll take the couch.”

But you didn’t want that.

You didn’t want distance.

When you muttered, “Stay,” his gaze flickered.

And without a word, he followed you to the bedroom.

Lying next to Nanami was suffocating in the best way.

The air was heavy. His presence was heavy.

But not in a bad way.

You were on your side, back to him, when his hand brushed your shoulder.

Not forceful. Not demanding.

Just… there.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said quietly. “But I’m here.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just leaned back, letting the space between you disappear.

Nanami stayed rigid for a while. But eventually, his hand found yours beneath the blanket, grounding you.

The silence said more than words ever could.

⸻

★ Itadori Yuji — “If you can’t sleep, just come over.”

It started with an innocent post.

A dumb Instagram story about how you couldn’t sleep.

You didn’t tag anyone. You didn’t think twice.

But Yuji texted you within seconds.

Yuji [1:02 AM]: “If you can’t sleep, just come over.”

Yuji [1:03 AM]: “I’m not tired either.”

Yuji [1:04 AM]: “Plus, I have snacks.”

You smiled at your phone. He was trying so hard to make it casual.

But you could read between the lines.

By the time you reached his apartment, he was already at the door, barefoot, hoodie too big, looking like he hadn’t slept in a week.

His grin was soft. “Hey.”

Inside, the lights were dim, the TV was playing some mindless show, but Yuji wasn’t paying attention to it.

He kept glancing at you. Fidgeting.

He handed you a blanket on the couch, plopped beside you, and for a while, you just sat in easy silence.

But the space between you wasn’t innocent.

It was suffocating with feelings left unsaid.

“You don’t have to go home, y’know,” he said, voice quieter now. “You can stay. If you want.”

You didn’t answer.

You just got up, heading toward his room like it was obvious.

When he followed, the mood shifted.

You were both hyper-aware of the single bed.

Of the way his hoodie brushed your arm as you climbed in.

Yuji didn’t make a move. He didn’t even face you at first.

But when your feet brushed beneath the blanket, he froze.

“You okay?” you whispered.

He exhaled slowly, turning his head to look at you, his cheeks flushed.

“I’m fine. Just… trying not to be weird.”

The thing was—he wasn’t weird. He was just Yuji. And that was the problem.

Because you wanted him too much.

You fell asleep inches apart.

But when morning came, you woke up to his hand curled around yours.

⸻

★ Fushiguro Megumi — “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

Megumi never texted first.

Never called.

But tonight, he broke that rule.

Megumi [12:03 AM]: “You up?”

You: “Yeah.”

Megumi [12:04 AM]: “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

No explanation.

But you didn’t need one.

You found him on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head, legs stretched out.

He didn’t greet you. He just lifted the blanket beside him, as if this was normal.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, dropping your bag by the door.

He shrugged. “Nah, didn’t feel like being alone.”

That wasn’t like him. But you didn’t push it.

For a while, you both sat in silence, shoulders brushing beneath the shared blanket.

It wasn’t intimate. Not on the surface.

But beneath it, the tension was suffocating.

“You can stay the night,” Megumi said, still facing the TV. “If you want.”

You said yes before he finished the sentence.

His bed was cold when you slipped in. The air was heavy.

You faced opposite directions, but the awareness was brutal.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

Then—your hand, searching in the dark, found his wrist.

He didn’t move.

But his breath hitched.

And slowly, slowly, he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Don’t overthink it,” you whispered.

But Megumi didn’t answer.

Because if he opened his mouth, he might say something he couldn’t take back.

⸻

★ Sukuna Ryomen — “If you’re that desperate, you know where I live.”

It came as a dare from your roommate.

Of course it did.

You and Sukuna had something—what, you didn’t exactly know.

You [1:30 AM]: “I can’t sleep.”

Sukuna [1:31 AM]: “How tf is that my problem?”

You [1:31 AM]: “Can you pls just entertain me.”

Sukuna [1:31 AM]: “If you’re that desperate, you know where I live.”

He expected you to chicken out—so did your roommate.

But ten minutes later, you were knocking at his door in nothing but a hoodie, the tiniest pair of shorts known to man, and some slippers.

Sukuna opened it shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, grin sharp enough to kill.

“Well, well,” he said, leaning against the frame. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him, pretending your heart wasn’t trying to claw out of your chest.

The apartment was dark. It was warm and the comforting scent of amber burned somewhere within his space.

It smelled like home.

“Could’ve just said you missed me, you know,” Sukuna teased, following you into the living room.

But his tone was… softer.

Mocking, but not cruel.

When you threw yourself onto his couch, he smirked, sitting beside you, his arm draped lazily over the backrest—dangerously close.

“You staying over?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I didn’t plan to.”

“Good. Planning’s overrated.”

But as the night wore on, as the conversation got quieter, lazier, the space between you vanished. It was just the two of you, knee to knee on the couch. Sharing oxygen like a lifeline.

When you yawned, Sukuna scoffed.

“Don’t fall asleep here. You’ll regret it.”

You knew that was bullshit.

But you followed him to his room anyway.

The bed was a mess, just like him.

But when you slid in, Sukuna didn’t make a move. Didn’t say a word.

He just lay there, hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it held secrets.

But the moment you shifted closer—barely an inch—his hand found your waist, fingers curling possessively.

“Thought you’d be more of a coward,” he muttered.

You smiled into the pillow.

Because neither of you were backing down tonight.

Sleep didn’t come easy. Not when his touch lingered.

Not when his breathing stuttered every time you moved.

Yeah, this was it for him.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

I’m not above begging for feedback 🫵🏼 anyway, I’m having fun writing for jjk. Requests ARE open, I’m happily accepting the inspo.

[writingoddess1125]

Waffle House

I am a dumbass

John Price x Pregnant American Reader

Fluffy Stupid Shit

<< Masterlist

This was suppose to be a relaxing trip back to the states before you would be having your baby in 9 weeks.

A 1 week trip back to your spawn point before going back to your home with John and pending the next most likely few years there.

Visiting friends and family members you actually liked- you were excited to spend some time out of the UK. However since you step back on that stretch of land something had hit you.

You were craving something..

It had been fucking terrible, every get together, every outing with friends and family had left you stressed out.

Restless and with a ghost of a craving you couldn't figure out.

You knew butter was included however non of it was right..

You'd walked through every store you could find to see if you could find what you needed..

However non of it was coming to you.

Walmart? Meijer? Kroger? Dollar Store? You went to all of them.. There were more sticks of butter in the hotel mini fridge then you knew what to do with- John having to now use butter in random meals or fork it off to others since it wasn't what you fuckin wanted. Poor John- The man both found it funny and felt incredibly bad for you as he tried to help the best he could, now becoming familiar with the grocery stores because of it..

It was making you lose your mind and you were now constantly cranky. Sleep also becoming more difficult as your mind just was trying to figure out.

You were shifting ever so often- Your brain still stuck on the phantom craving.

Rolling over you try to shift and get comfortable. The scowl on your face still as you stare ahead, eyes landing on the yellow hotel temperature dial looking at the black lettering across it.

Yellow with black lettering?

Yellow with black lettering.

Waffle House...

You sat up quick. Eyes wide as it dawned on you.

IT WAS FUCKING WAFFLE HOUSE!

Sliding out of the hotel bed you look to see John still asleep. Quick to put on your sandals you order a Uber to the closest Waffle House with a quick snag of your wallet.

The Uber ride had been incredibly quick. You were damn near giddy when you see that yellow and black sign.

The staff who were currently just chatting or on their phone looking to you confused as there was a heavily pregnant women in pajamas almost far too joyful to walk in and sliding into one of the clean booths.

One of the women walked over with a menu and a set frown, however you shook your head at her already knowing exactly what you needed.

"Can I get the two egg scrambled with cheese, bacon, sausage, grits, hash brows all the way, 3 waffles and a bowl of chili. With as many butter packets as you're legally allowed to give me"

She snorted a laugh at this.

"Fine then-"

You were giddy, Practically salivating as you watched like a damn hawk as the chef made your hefty meal. The baby seemingly as excited as you as you felt them move- prompting you to rub your stomach.

The waitress finally walked back over and set the plates down with a smirk, as well as the half frozen box of butter packets which were slid next to your seat at the booth.

"Thank you"

You say quickly and dig in, Humming in delight as you buckle down on your meal. That restless feeling you'd had before now a thing of the past.

Was there a moment you mixed the buttery grits into your chili and ate it like a person who had never eaten before? Yes-

Was it possibly gross to anyone else besides your very heavily pregnant self that you had done such a thing? Most likely.

Did you give a fuck?

Hell No-

You went on with your midnight breakfast opening up a butter packet at nearly every other bite. Mixing it were you could.

Hearing your phone buzz you know already who it is. Seeing your husband's name with far too many emojis and a single sentence.

💕John 💓🍆💦 - 'Where are you?'

You turn on your location sending it to him and continue your meal. Knowing John was on his way probably ready to blow a gasket.

There John finally walked in in under 15 minutes, In only his night pants and a wife beater on completely confused and clearly half conscious. Looking to you incredibly confused.

"The Fuck Darling-"

"Hey Baby"

John rubbed his face with a sigh. Walking over as he glanced around seeing the less then enthusiastic staff as they eyed him down then looked at you. Prompting you to give a thumbs up to them-

Sliding in the booth across from you he raises an eyebrow at the box of butter.

"Noticed we were a bit short on butter Luv"

You flip him off as you open another packet making him laugh. The same waitress as before walked over setting down your second order of waffles, eggs and bacon which you started to form into a sandwich, Looking to John with that same bored expression.

"What do ya want?"

He blinked at her a bit surprised.

"Just a coffee please.."

She nods and walks off quick, annoyed as she shoves the booklet back in her pocket. John seemingly almost confused- Clearly having been used to the plastic overly nice customer service here in the states.

He yawned scratching his muttonchop gently watching as you bite into your Waffle breakfast sandwich with delight.

"Happy there?"

"Absolutely- And I'm taking the butter box, I can take the butter box right?"

You call out to the waitstaff, getting a thumbs up which made you grin.

As if the universe wished to bless you for your suffering you see two incredibly drunk individuals stumble in- Yelling and already being annoying as shit.

Oh this was gonna be fun-

The drunk assholes began to yell, causing a ruckess as they moved to the open counter. Clearing trying to pick a fight-

John frowning deeply as he squared his shoulders as he moved to full Captian position.

Howevet you reach up and stop him shaking your head as he slowly sat back down incredibly confused by why you were telling him not to interven.

The waitress from before moved over setting down John's coffee before marching over to the individuals telling them to get out.

It took only 2.1 seconds before all hell broke loose...

John slowly slid his coffee over to himself as he sat there and watched slack jaw as the almost 'nice' waitress that had brought him his coffee have a screaming match with the guys and go as far as throwing a plate on the ground infront of them- The chef from before pointing a knife and just essentially a fight breaking out of beautiful proportions.

John slowly looking to you as you seemed unfazed by this- It dawning on him that this was clearly Normal?

"What the fuck is this place (Y/N)-"

You give him a proud smile.

"Waffle House"

[everybody-is-a-lesbian-at-heart]

To me when Mydei has just woken up he's usually very lazy and sluggish, and he behaves very different from who he usually is.

For example, speaking is OUT in the mornings. All he does to acknowledge people is nod then go about with his business. And the nod is like a "ah, yes, you".

Or he literally just makes noises.

Because he didn't grow up speaking (thanks, Eurypon -_-), articulated speech is not a given for him, so it takes his brain a little bit to catch up with it in the mornings.

The best you're getting from him when he's just woken up is: "hmph", "hm?", *rumbling sound*, *annoyed, growly noise*...

This isn't me saying he's bad at speaking, by the way. What I mean is that, like anyone who speaks a second language fluently will tell you, it takes a moment for your brain to adjust to it at times.

And if he tries to talk? You're getting a mumble and be grateful you even got that much.

Connected to that, I think that whenever Mydei is tired enough he just gives up on speaking all together. But that's a headcanon for another time.

Not to mention it's all in his morning voice, which somehow sounds even rougher than his usual one. But also very quiet.

Of course, this all was hidden, and secret, and safely kept... Until he and Phainon started living together (technically they don't, but they spend all day in each other's place so...).

Safe to say Phainon finds the entire thing SO cute—his tired face is adorable to him because Mydei is never that unguarded and mushy. Phainon can and will just stare at Mydei waiting for him to wake up so he can get to stare at his disoriented just-woke-up face.

And hot. Phainon also finds it hot. But who can blame him, he's horny for anything Mydei related, including his morning voice and stupid habits.

Phainon could be making breakfast, and Mydei walks up to him, puts his head over his shoulder, closes his eyes, and just makes a "hm" to make his presence known.

And it literally makes Phainon's day.

All of these goes away in like 20 minutes, but during that first window of time? Mydei is a different person.

[bdbdbdbdmn]

i've seen this conversation a hundred times-

disabled person: i don't really like doctors anymore because they've said and done too many fucked up things to me. i just can't trust them like i used to.

abled person: *bursts through door* erm but actually [one of the things you said] and also not all doctors so you're wrong!

disabled victim of medical malpractice: oh i'm sorry :( i guess that is a fact that i do already know to be true :( sorry.. it was so stupid of me to bring this up...

shaking both types of people's shoulders here because look. we have 2 points being made: “doctors often suck” and “here are the reasons they suck.”

there couldn't be a reason why they sucked and are still sucking without them having first sucked. it would also be an unlikely coincidence that doctors would just so happen to be disproportionately more of dicks than people from most other professions for No Reason.

i think about doctors the same way i think about parents and teachers. there's obviously nothing wrong with any of these, and in fact, they include some of the most important work that there is to be done. but. with the way society is set up, with the power (and therefore responsibility) inherent to these positions, and with the vulnerable nature of the people they're working with; not only are incidents way more likely to occur, whatever happens will be Way Worse than mistakes made in other fields.

keeping this in mind allows for me to believe we should continue to have doctors, and that they should be treated better, while also being respectful towards people who've been harmed by their doctors. when i hear about sucky doctors, i go "yeah exactly! i wish that [solution to whichever of the points is relevant] so that this could happen to less people!" but when i hear about what's causing them to suck, i go "yeah exactly! i wish that [solution to whichever of the points is relevant] so that doctors could get the support they need, both for their personal wellbeings and for them to be able to do their jobs!" it's worked fine so far.

yes, doctors suck, but also "the medical ethics and patient interaction training doctors receive reinforces ableism" and "the hyper competitive medical school application process roots out the poor, the disabled, and those who would diversify the field" and "anti-establishment sentiment gets applications rejected and promotions requests denied, weeding out the doctors on our side" and "the gruesome nature of the job and the complete lack of mental health support for medical practitioners breeds apathy towards patients" and "insurance companies often define treatment solely on a cost-analysis basis" and "doctors take on such overwhelming student loan debt they have no choice but to pursue high paying jobs at the expense of their morals" are all also true

none of this absolves doctors of the truly horrendous things they say and do to patients, but it's important to acknowledge that rather than every doctor being coincidentally a bad person, there is something specific about this field and career path that gives rise to such high prevalence of ableist attitudes

and I WILL elaborate happily

[slashedkei]

tired boyfriend!bruce comes home to a moody girlfriend!reader

MDNI 18+

You were in your luteal phase.

The worst fucking time to exist. To be perceived. To be outside. Everything felt off — your skin, your mood, your thoughts. You were bloated, pissed off, and craving sugar like your life depended on it. The world sucked and so did your reflection.

Now you were a tragic little lump on the couch, melted ice cream dripping over your hand, mascara running down your cheeks in streaks, and Jennifer’s Body playing too loud on the TV. Megan Fox was monologuing something poetic, the air conditioner creaked like it was dying, and you were biting down too hard on your spoon just to feel something.

Then — click. The front door.

“I’m home.” Bruce’s voice was low, rough — and already tired. He locked the door behind him with a heavy sigh and stepped into the living room. His frown deepened when he saw you curled up like a gremlin, knees to chest, face blotchy, eyes locked on the screen.

What the hell happened now?

He moved slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal. Sat beside you. Gently took your ice-cream-sticky hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You didn’t hear me come in, sweetheart?”

No response.

He tilted his head. “Hey. I’m talking to you.” His fingers curled around your chin, turning your face toward him.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t blink. Just stared ahead, lip in a pout, face flushed and slick with tears and hormonal heat. He noticed the little blemishes. The shine. The quiet scream in your eyes.

Oh. Luteal.

That explained everything.

“I heard you,” you muttered finally, voice flat. “I just don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. So leave me alone.”

He let go, sighing through his nose. Dropped his hands to his lap.

Yeah. You were in that phase. The one where you hated everything. Including yourself. Including him. Where you’d argue over his tone, get mad that he didn’t kiss you fast enough, pick a fight because he existed wrong. Where you refused sex because you swore you looked gross, smelled weird, felt bloated — even though he would literally get hard just watching you breathe.

“Luteal phase, huh?”

You nodded. Didn’t even look at him.

“You want anything? Chocolate? Cookies? That disgusting overpriced sugar brick from Crumbl?”

“No.”

He leaned in, brushing some hair out of your face. “You sure? I don’t want you going through this without me. I’m always here, you know that. I love y—”

“Oh my god. Can you shut up?”

Silence.

Bruce’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. He didn’t move — not yet.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You turned, slowly. Smirked, “I said shut up. You deaf now? Or just too deep in your stupid dominant fantasy to realize not everything’s about you? You don’t know anything, Bruce.”

That was it.

In one smooth move, he had you flipped over, bent in half — face buried in a pillow, ass up. Your breath hitched.

“Bruce—!”

“No, sweetheart,” he growled, hand pressing into your lower back. “You’ve been mouthing off suddenly. I'm trying to help my girl and I got this. You think I’m just gonna walk in and let that slide?”

His belt unbuckled with a sharp clink. You felt his hands — big, rough — yanking your panties down.

“You seriously— you’re gonna fuck me now?” You scoffed. Called his bluff. Tried to sound cool, unaffected.

He leaned down, lips against your ear. “I came home tired. Tried to help. Got attitude instead. You wanna talk disrespect? I’ll teach you something real quick.”

You laughed.

“Talk, talk, talk. All bark, no bite. Pussy move, Bruce.”

He paused — amused.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you snapped. “It was probably small. Your small ass dick can’t even reach my cervix. You and your fake-ass alpha act can go to hell.” That’s what you said. Loud. Wrong. Just to get a rise out of him. Just to see what would happen.

And, that did it.

He smiled. A little too slow. A little too dark.

Then— snap.

His hips slammed forward, no warning. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide as his cock drove into you, fast and deep.

“Bruce!”

“Oh? Can’t hit your cervix, huh?” he grunted. “Let me fucking fix that.”

You gasped, tears springing to your eyes as he slammed into you again, again, again. Your body jolted, your breath punched out of you. His grip locked around your waist, holding you still while he ruined you.

“Fuck—!” you couldn't help but to let a whiny moan. It got Bruce smiled, a wicked one seeing you mess beneath him.

He spanked you, hard. The sound echoed. Your body jolted, pleasure and pain twisting into one brutal high.

“You’re lucky I don’t take that shit personally,” he muttered. “But you made me mad, sweetheart.”

His hand fisted in your hair, yanking you back so he could whisper directly against your ear.

“So now I’m gonna put a baby in you. Call it punishment. Call it payback. Either way—”

He thrust harder.

“—you’re taking all of it.”

۶ৎ - @girlinaquietspace @miffyliebe @itzmeme @cherisea

[kuronarnze]

Hello!

I have been reading your Blue Lock posts for a while now and I really like them! Please continue to feed us with your words and ideas 🙏🏻

I was wondering if you could do a request with Sae and a deaf/hard of hearing partner, targeting how they handle/act in their established relationship.

GN! Reader if possible and while I'd like to see Sae specifically, of course you can do it like general bllk boys headcanons and add anyone else you want. In that case I'd also ask for Kaiser, but the rest is your free pick!

Thank you for taking the time to read my message!

- 🦦🌺

a/n: AAAAA TYSMMM 🫶💗 I LOVE THIS REQUEST SMMM, okokok enjoy reading 💗

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Blue lock boys with a Deaf/HoH!Reader

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Isagi Yoichi

- Golden retriever energy + eager learner = he's immediately invested in learning your preferred way of communication.

- Whether it’s sign language, lip reading, written notes, or speech-to-text apps, he’s got them memorized and practiced.

- If you're signing and he doesn’t understand something, he asks you to repeat it with zero shame — he genuinely wants to do better.

- Keeps his hand gently on your back or shoulder in crowded rooms so you’re always aware of him.

- If you're in a group setting, he makes sure you’re included in the conversation by signing/talking with you in between and explaining what others said.

- Random moment: during a press conference, someone asks who he loves most in the world. He signs your name before even speaking it.

- “You don’t need to hear me say it. I just want you to feel it, always.”

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Itoshi Sae

- He’s quiet already, so having a partner who communicates differently is never an issue.

- He prefers eye contact, subtle touches, and expressive body language — all things that suit a deaf/HoH partner perfectly.

- He took a sign language course in secret after you started dating. Showed off by casually signing “I love you” one night and pretended like it was nothing.

- Doesn’t force verbal conversation; he’ll text you from across the room, write notes, or just sit beside you in comfortable silence.

- Will fight anyone who speaks over you or acts like you’re a burden. Sae-style glare activated.

- Puts subtitles on everything — even his phone reels and TikToks — just so you can both watch comfortably.

- “You’re not missing anything. I’ll make sure of it.”

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Itoshi Rin

- Rin may not be good with words, but he listens in the way that matters.

- Communicates through thoughtful gestures — bringing your drink the way you like it, leaving you little notes when he goes out, gently tapping your hand before speaking.

- He always positions himself where you can read his lips clearly if needed.

- If you’re overstimulated or frustrated by trying to lip-read/speak too much, he doesn’t push — just offers his hoodie, takes your hand, and lets you cool down in peace.

- Practices sign language alone at night watching YouTube videos. Gets embarrassed when you catch him.

- Once told you: “I’m learning this for us. Not just you. Us.”

- “Even if the world’s too loud, you never have to shout to be heard by me.”

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Shidou Ryusei

- Surprisingly intuitive and unapologetically protective of you.

- He might be loud, reckless, and chaotic — but when it comes to you, he’s always tuned in.

- Gets upset when people speak to you like you’re a child or slow things down unnecessarily. → “They’re deaf, not stupid. Dumbass.”

- Learns your communication style fast. Doesn’t care if it’s sign, texting, or pointing — he rolls with it.

- Loud music isn’t a problem — he’ll dance with you to the beat of vibrations, grab your hands, and pull you into a living-room concert.

- Signs “I love you” wrong at first but so proudly that you can't bring yourself to correct him.

- “I don’t care how we talk. You could slap morse code on my forehead and I’d still understand you.”

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Michael Kaiser

- Acts like he knows everything, but actually studies up behind the scenes to get everything right for you.

- Thinks your sign language is beautiful and secretly loves when you sign fast because it looks like magic to him.

- Pulls you into his lap in loud settings like clubs or stadiums so he can sign against your palm or whisper against your cheek so you can feel the vibrations.

- Shows off with overly dramatic signing, makes everything he says theatrical, just to make you laugh.

- But also incredibly serious when needed: makes sure any interviews, team meetings, or events you attend have accessibility accommodations.

- “If they don’t know how to make space for you, I’ll make it myself.”

- “I don’t care if the world’s on mute — you’re still the loudest thing in my heart.”

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THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING have a nice day and tysm for reading 🫶💗

[ggballerzpbaz]

And she added more to these stats today including her 400+point 100+assists stats. Another double digit/TWENTY point game. ROTY discussions are stupid if they don’t point to Paige because the stats do all the talking😌

[cressidagrey]

Cressida’s Cheat Sheet: How to Write a Lot of Fanfiction in a Very Short Time

Want to write a 4K chapter in 90 minutes (without burning out or going mad)?! Here’s how I do it! (aka the lazy girl guide to plotting.)

1. The Basics

Disclaimer: This is what works for me. It may not work for everyone, but I wanted to share what my progress is that I have perfected over the last...decade? (God, I am getting old...)

Tools Matter: If you want to write faster, get an external keyboard. Trust me, my typing speed goes up exponentially when I use one. 

My MacBook’s butterfly keyboard had me battling double and triple letters (hello, editing nightmares), so I got a new one.

I find the ergonomic ones the most comfortable, even though they look stupid. 

2. The Set Up

Know Your Story: Have a general idea of the story you want to tell. That includes having names for your characters, knowing how it starts, and having an endpoint in mind. Don’t worry about every detail, just have a direction.

Create Your “Vibe”:

Playlist: Spend 30 minutes making a Spotify playlist. Nothing too elaborate, just something that gets you in the mood for the writing. No 6-hour spirals.

Pinterest Board: A quick one to gather inspiration for your story—like face claims, settings, etc. Again, no 6 hours spent pinning their childhood kitchen.

Canva: If you want to add visual elements, like Instagram posts, etc., get a free Canva account. Create a project for your story and set it up. 

Set Up Your Writing Document: Whether it’s Google Docs, Word, or something else, set up your preferred font (I’m a serif person, myself). Use a table of contents for easy navigation. Trust me, future you will thank you.

3. Plotting: The Brainstorm Stage

Remember that story idea you had? Now make a list of all the random stuff you want in that story. All the bits of conversation, every single plot point. Word Vomit it into that Google Doc.

Or annoy your friends on Discord with it. 

Organize: After your word dump, start putting it in order. Break down what needs to happen in each chapter.

Plot Lines: Write out each plot line as a series of events. Example:

Character A and B fall in love: A and B meet in a cafe. Meet cute while walking their dog. Turns out they are neighbours, surprise! She listens to old music, he knocks at the door! Neighbourly bantering. They spent time together. They fall in love. The end. 

(Or, you know, not really, but you get the idea.)

Do that for every single plot line

If you want to live dangerously, do it like I do and just keep it in your head. Who needs to write down anything?!?!

Write what you want to read. Write about the stuff that annoys you in other stories. For example, I will never write Character A cheating on Character B and A and B still having a happy end together. 

4. Actually Writing: The Fun Part

Get the Basics Down First:

Before jumping into Chapter 1, make a list of all the key plot points and corresponding scenes for that chapter.

Fun fact: text messages are much quicker to write than actual scenes. At least for me. Use this freely to pad out the story! 

Same goes for Twitter Threads! (As for Twitter usernames, be as lazy as me and have a spreadsheet that also doubles as a very bad Twitter username generator and just copy/paste usernames in Twitter threads in the editing phase. 

Don’t Overthink It: The hardest part is just getting words on the page. I don’t edit as I go. I type XXX when I don’t know a word, and I come back to it later.

One Word at a Time: The more you write, the faster you’ll get. Practice makes perfect. Don’t stall out because you’re trying to write perfectly. Just keep writing.

Don’t be afraid to use different media/take risks! Use newspaper articles! Add in recipes! Some Emails! Letter! Anything and Everything can be used in a story. You’ll see if it works. Maybe it does, and you add something new to your repertoire! Maybe you hate it! That’s okay too! 

5. Recycle and Reuse

Recycle Old Writing: Don’t delete old drafts. Ever. Bits and pieces can always be reused. Perfectly good descriptions of settings? Use them again! It’s your writing—do what you want with it.

Steal (with Love): Don’t be afraid to borrow a basic plot structure from a TV show, a book, or even a movie. Once you’ve made it your own, no one will notice. By the time you’re done, your story will be completely different from the one you borrowed from, anyway.

6. Editing: The Finishing Touches

Don’t Obsess: Grammarly is free and can save you from basic mistakes. Give your chapter a quick read-through, but don’t get stuck on perfection.

Beta Readers or Friends: A fresh pair of eyes is invaluable. Have someone tell you what works and what sucks.

Publish, Even if it’s only 80% perfect: I’ve learned that progress is more important than perfection. Don’t stare at a chapter for hours trying to make it flawless. Get it to a point where you’re mostly happy, then hit publish.

7. Know when to break the Rules

Feel free to ignore all that advice when inspiration hits on your bus commute and just type random scenes in your phone. Maybe you can use them in this story. Maybe not. But you have written them, so you are free to use and recycle them in another story down the road. 

Embrace the Chaos: Inspiration doesn’t always strike when you expect it. If you have a great plot idea—throw it in! Write it down and tweak it later. Don’t overthink it. Life’s too short to hesitate.

Figure out what works for you: For me personally, my biggest game changer was writing that checklist of scenes that I need to write per chapter.

It is the thing that helps me the most and makes it easy for me to write very quickly, because I don’t need to think about what I write, just how.

[zorangezest]

I tried to draw yin while practicin painting but I dont think he looks like yin much jajrhdje *put this in your lap and runs away I’LL IMPROVE NEXT TIME PROMIS

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[the-badger-mole]

a zutara calling kataang poorly written. I have to laugh! Just bc this crackship (bc thats what it is) was discussed in the writers room doesn’t mean it was meant to actually happen. Writers are allowed to have creative conversations and that includes relationship dynamics. Doesn’t mean they were going to be written as this insane romance that was blocked by white men 😭 that is a dramatic interpretation and i was there too so i know what I am talking about.

if Kataang is poorly written, what is Zutara? Non existent, irrelevant and likes by adults who thought Zuko was more attractive as a kid. Stupid woman

See, I was just going to delete this, but the way this one isn't even trying to hide the misogyny! I mean, we already knew there was a festering pit of misogyny in the Aang/Kataang fandom, but most of them at least pretend to dog whistle. Way to prove what we already knew was in the Kataang fandom. He really said "stupid woman". I'm cackling!!!!

That's why your mama don't like you.

[corruptimles]

stupid doodle I included in one of the orders btw

goodbye bogos 👋

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

what are other species equivelant of exterminatus ?

So. Exterminatus, or Exterminatus Extremis, to use the full name, is a catch-all Imperial term for the mass destruction of a planetary population (and sometimes the planet) to halt or impede an otherwise unstoppable enemy influence. Chaos, aliens, whatever.

If you're asking what the other factions' equivalent of destroying a planet is, it's destroying a planet. They can all do it.

If you're asking what their methods of choice for doing it are, I regret to inform you that they're as varied as the Imperium's. Despite the popularity of "exterminatus-class" weapons like cyclonic torpedos and the life eater virus in fan consciousness, these are not the sum total of the Imperium's capacity to Old Yeller a planet. Other forms of exterminatus include straight up just nukes. Yeah, they still do that. There are also plasma warhead bombardments. Sometimes a fleet will just pull up on a planet and fire their macro guns at it till the surface is gone or the mantle ruptures. If you have a means of blasting a planet real good, you have a means of exterminatus. It's that simple.

Aeldari have warheads. They could bombard the shit out of a planet, they could drop a warpstorm on it. Every faction has ships with enough firepower to level a planet, if needed. Orks will throw Roks and such, sure, but they also have artillery and large-scale guns. Necrons have so much planet-killing tech to work with it's stupid. A Dynasty could use an Aeonic Orb or a World Engine, but they could also just deploy a shitload of monoliths to dissolve the outer layer of a world, or fire a large-scale particle cannon into the core of a planet. Tyranids ARE basically an effective exterminatus for whatever's in the way. Drukhari could take your sun, or shoot a black hole at you, or (again) just blast you with a fleet, or deploy a horrendous toxin. Everything in 40k can nail you from orbit. Votann literally crack planets open to mine them for resources, or strip them into giant harvesting machines. Are those exterminatus weapons specifically? No. Can they achieve the same result if desired? YUP.

Ultimately, if a thing can be reasonably used to scour or demolish a planet, then it's a viable "exterminatus" method.

[koaflower]

kunigami breeding kink…yeah 💝

kunigami rensuke !

with a breeding kink ⋆｡°✩

includes. afab!reader. GRAPHIC smut. aged-up kunigami. breeding kink, stomach bulging, full nelson (sex position), slight choking, post-wildcard kunigami.

a/n. YAYY first kuni fic! wrote this while high so it’s 10x more unhinged. thanks for the req! hope you’re a freak anon.

word count. 639

you’re not sure what your boyfriend underwent during his three week stay in blue lock—had no idea what could’ve possibly produced those hollowed-out eyes and gaunt cheeks, but one thing was clear:

he’s changed.

and you’re too busy clawing at his biceps to ask, spit dribbling down your lips as he fucks you wide open.

“shit. missed this,” he grunts, cock pummeling in and out of your slick folds, one hand pinching your clit between two calloused fingers as he ruts up into you. your spasming cunt is molding around the shape of his length, sloppy thrusts hitting your sweet spot over and over. “so fuckin’ tight.”

he’s fucking you like a man, starved, taking what he wants while your mixed fluids drip down his thighs. his hand is pressed over your stomach, where he’s certain there’s a slight bulge forming from the imprint of his length kissing your cervix.

“nghhh..! harder, kuni. fuck!” you choke out as his bicep squishes your cheeks together, his other arm hooked under your leg as your pussy greedily gobbles every inch of his thick shaft. you’re gasping for air, trying to keep your head upright, his balls slapping against the supple curve of your ass.

kunigami fucks into you at a brutal pace, the veins of his dick sliding against each spongy ridge in your walls. “like when i breed this stupid cunt?” he growls, cradling your head so your neck isn’t stiff and craning.

“gonna remember my shape for days.” his hand trails down to wipe at your slick. you can hardly make out the glistening strands on his fingers, eyes half-lidded and bleary as he holds them up to the light. “shit, look at this. making such a mess. you… hngh… like this?” his voice is a low rasp, cut short by ragged breaths as you clench around him tighter.

you nod vigorously, conscious enough to do just that. “uh-huh! love it! r-right there! mmf!” kunigiri shifts you onto your side, prying your legs open like a rag doll. “here?” he asks, slamming his hips up to meet yours until you’re sobbing in ecstasy. he hasn’t fucked you like this in so long, always too caught up in the notion of playing superhero—of catering to everyone’s needs and disregarding his own. so you wouldn’t mind, right? if he took back a bit of liberty, filled you up with his sticky, hot seed and made your stomach bulge with his babies. just the way he likes.

he’s stretching you sideways as wet slick pools onto the sheets. “take it. gonna give you my fucking babies. that okay with you?”

“hahh..! what? ah, fuck—give it to me. all of, hngh… it.” you can hardly think, so full of his dick as he adjusts his hips and pushes deeper. he almost cracks a smile at your pathetic cry, tongue sliding along the sweaty column of your neck. “yeah? want more? shit, take it.”

his thumb flicks over your clit and then stars bloom behind your eyelids, a violent tidal wave crashing over your body as you scream. you’re so tight, milking him dry like your pussy was made for him. it doesn’t take long before he’s pumping you full with his seed, thick spurts of cum painting your womb white. your chest is heaving, body humming with exhaustion when he finally untangles himself from you.

kunigami tilts your head to the side, amused by your weary expression. “what, you waitin’ for a hero?” he huffs, fingers shoveling his cum back into your dripping hole. “don’t let any of it spill out, yeah?”

“w-wait, kuni. what—” the thought of you, pregnant and round with his children, is enough to make his cock spring back to life. he silences you with a chaste kiss, tip nudging against your entrance as he moves your legs open again.

“sorry, y/n. won’t save you this time.”