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saymio · 8 months ago

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Silent Obsession

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (the front man) x Fem!reader

Summary: your husband was missing, and all you did for days was stay at home crying your eyes out...waiting for your dearest husband to come home. this was until inho had decided to come give you a little visit while you were all alone and vulnerable.

Warning: dead dove: do not eat, noncon, degradation, light bdsm, manipulation, In-ho is obsessed with you, rough sex, mentioned age gap (20 years), cheating (not rlly), there might be more but I'm too lazy to write it.

A/N: not proof read. this takes place during s1. (most/all of the beginning contains junho x reader content)

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it was 2015, just a few days ago your boyfriend junho had invited you to meet his family on the day of his brothers birthday. his brother was turning 40 and they were hosting a small party, just a few people... and your boyfriend thought this would be a great time to invite you to meet his mom and brother. he was ecstatic at the thought, he really wanted his family to get to know you since last year he had met yours. and he was really serious about you... but it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. hell, you were scared. you wanted to leave a good impression on his family, this was the man you wanted to marry. if his mom didnt approve of you what could you say? she was wrong? that her opinion didn't matter? these thoughts swarmed your head for hours every day....

junho was driving the two of you from your small shared apartment to his moms place. you were sitting in the passenger seat as you stared out the window of the car, you were shaking... not from the cold but from the anxiousness you were brimming with. your fingers tapped against the interior of the car, your nails making a clicking sound every time they touched the material. "are you cold y/n? I told you itd be cold today..you should've worn a bigger jacket" junho glanced at you for a second before staring back at the road and sighing. he hated when this happened, when youd be so insistent in not 'ruining' your outfit that you wouldn't pay attention to whether you'd be cold or not. this always happens! ..but he always wears a jacket for you. because he knows you'll end up shivering from the cold gusts of wind and he cant stand the thought of you suffering from the freezing temperatures. you let out a small chuckle, it was barely over a whisper but junho heard you loud and clear. "why're you laughing.." he frowned a little, not because he's upset or mad at you but just because you werent taking the situation that seriously. "what if you catch a cold? at least think about me when you dress this way..you know I hate when you're in pain.." the last part of his sentence was soft and quiet, as if he was murmuring to himself..making sure you wouldn't hear him. "stop worrying so much babe...I'm not cold or anything.. just a little jittery, its my first time meeting your family after all." you giggled at his genuine worry for you, he was such a drama queen. making these small actions seem so much more serious then they were..but its something that made you love junho. how kind and protecting he was of the people he cared about. "nervous? you don't have to be nervous y/n...I'm sure they'll love you." junho's right hand made its way to your left hand. holding it tight before giving you a soft gentle smile. his ability to sooth you with just his smile had to be studied, he truly was an angel on earth to you, like he had a halo on his head 24/7. you leaned forward a little and left a quick peck on his cheek, quickly leaning back down to your seat and looking away from him. but at the corner of junhos eyes he could see how red you've gotten...he thought it was adorable. how the two of youve been dating for 2 years but you still got flustered over small kisses. you were so innocent and kind, the exact woman he needed in his life...

but little did junho know, he was right. his family did love you..especially his brother.

you had arrived at his mothers house, .. your nerves were spiking, how should you introduce yourself? what if the cake you made was still raw? what if inho doesn't like his present? these thoughts ran through your head as you two waited for someone to open the door. your finger nails tapping against the box the cake you had made was in. the sound deafening you as you just wanted the damn door to open already. you really just hoped youd make a good impression... after what felt like an eternity the door opened, behind to door revealed the birthday boy himself, Hwang In-ho. junho just shook his hand before you bowed at him slightly before shaking his hand and introducing himself briefly. "happy birthday In-ho, my names y/n" In-ho just nodded coldly at you, if the harsh winds outside didn't freeze you his stares did. he stepped aside, allowing the two of you in. he lead the both of you up the apartment complex stairs, your heels making a loud click sound echo though the staircase with every step you took. after only a bit of walking up stairs you had reached the door to where the party was being hosted.. . . when junho had told you itd be a 'party' you expected a family gathering with like 15 people, but upon arrival you quickly realized..it was truly just him, his brother and mom celebrating inho's birthday today. you were pleasantly surprised, you hated large groups of people..it made you skittish and always super nervous. so just 3 other people being there calmed your nerves down, alot. the apartment was small and cozy, very homey and nice. his mother had made a mini feast with delicious foods and decorated the place with a few balloons and banners. it was a seemingly wholesome sight of a mother doing something nice for her sons special day, it made your heart warm up inside your chest as you took a seat at the table. "hi honey, what's your name?" junho's mother grabbed one of your hands, cupping it with the both of hers. you felt yourself blush and smile, you had barely even been inside yet his mother was being so kind already. her soft gentle voice, and kind soft eyes. it was everything that's junho was. "y/n, what about you miss?" you were trying your best to be as polite as possible, you didn't want to tip her off and cause her to hate you.. but you felt kind of uncomfortable.. inho..he was staring at you alot. and it was like he wasnt trying to hide it, his dark eyes piecing into your soul. as if he were looking for the innocence inside of you... to take it away from you. the entire day just led to you getting more and more uncomfortable. you weren't able to stare into his eyes because you felt if you did he would just jump onto you not giving a shit about his mother and brother being there too. "y/n, what would you say if your favorite thing about junho?" inho spoke, his deep voice sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.. this entire atmosphere..it was odd. but it was like only you caught onto it. you stared at inho before turning to junho...he was blushing. he tried keeping a stoic face but you could tell he was getting flustered before you even spoke. his ears tinted in a light pink an so was his neck. "ah.. well his kindness..I think its the main reason I fell in love...he's very kind and soft spoken to people. at least until they do something wrong..but either way he's an angel." a gentle smile took over your face, you stared at junho and then at inho to continue your sentence..it was obvious you were head over heels for this man.. "he's just a very likable man." inho smiled at you, not speaking a word but it was like his face said them all for you. but they weren't the words you'd expect a caring older brother to say, it was more like a .. 'wow how nice.' but in a sarcastic tone.. his mother on the other hand.. "aww how sweet! young love, its so beautiful." she clasped her hands together before grabbing your forearm and staring up at you with twinkling eyes, it was like she was already envisioning your wedding and family with junho. "promise me you'll take care of my son, okay?"

it was a little past 10pm by now, everyone had eaten a slice of cake and junho's mother adored it. junho was right, his mom did love you. she was already talking about marriage and how she wouldnt be surprised if you made the wedding cake because the one you had brought today was "just too delicious!" you laughed and giggled at her antics, your face flushed in embarrassment. you turned to look at inho, who was staring at you intensely. your happiness almost instantly vanished as you shuffled in your chair. maybe he was upset you hadn't given him his gift yet...that should do it!! maybe he'd stop once you did. "a- inho, I brought you a gift." his eyes widened and it had seemed like he just heard life changing news, maybe he really was just sulking over a present..it was kind of cute. you grabbed your bag from your feet next to you and shuffled around until you found a yellow box, you pushed it towards inho and smiled. your tried your best to give a genuine, heartfelt smile even though you felt uncomfortable with all his glances and stares. he smiled at you, this time it seemed a little less fake...but still not genuine. he opened the box, it was a watch. a very beautiful one. it was shimmering under the dinning room light, a light white silver with simple but detailed engravings on the band of the watch. it was beautiful and it definitely wasn't the cheapest, you don't remember how much it was exactly since you had bought it the same day junho had told you about his brothers birthday..but you knew it was enough to make you wince at the receipt. "I left the receipt folded under the cloth Incase it isn't to your li-" you were cut off by inhos voice, it was calm, not as cold as it was before..it was rather soothing even.. "no. its perfect." he put the watch on, adjusting it so it fit his wrist perfectly. you felt your lips creep into a wide smile, you were so glad this day was going perfectly. "wow, that's such a pretty watch! it must've costed you a lot." their mother interrupted the two of you, staring at the watch that sat on inhos wrist and then at you. "inho, say thank you! be polite." she hit the back of his head harshly, as if she were scolding a little kid... you laughed at the scene, mothers truly see their children as their babies forever. "no- its okay miss don't wo-" it seemed like today was full of interruptions and cut offs as inho did just it again. "thank you y/n, I appreciate it a lot." his face was blank again, no readable expression was there.. but based off his passed reactions..you felt he was being sincere. . . . "thank you miss, thank you inho." you bowed at the both of them while you stood at the front door with junho, showing your gratitude for their kindness and patience with you and your boyfriend. "of course honey, please come back any time you want." junho's mother grabbed your hand one more time, inho nodded along with her. he wasn't a man of many words but it seemed his scary demeanor had vanished. maybe it was never even there and you were just nervous..either way you were glad you didn't leave the house with a weird feeling about your boyfriends brother. juho's mother then shoo'd the two of you away, telling you it was late and you shouldn't stay up so late at such a young age... you felt happy. a warm feeling sat in your heart and stomach, it was like you had just found your second family.

time skip (5 years)

there you sat in the police station, its been days since youve last seen your husband. you were sobbing into the palm of your hands, the salty liquid dripped onto your long dress as you drained ever drop of water from your body. you were terrified. what happened to him?? where was he?? what had he gotten into? you were devastated to say the least, you explained with a shaky and quaky voice that your husband had just told you he was off to investigate his brothers vanishment and would be back by the night..like always! so when you woke up and he wasn't there you just felt dread. you texted him and texted him all day to no response. when he didn't come back for the second day you reported him missing. you reported this story to the police about 9 times already, everyday since you reported him missing you came to the police station for any clues or help..an obviously everyday they told you the same thing...that they had nothing. the only reason they didn't push you off to the side when you came in was well..because your husband worked for them. he was a police officer under them, it'd feel disrespectful to you and junho if they just told you to give up hope on finding your husband. maybe you'd stop after another week or two..you'd realize whatever fate inho had found was the same junho ended to aswell... and not only that but you were pretty, kind and in obvious distress over your husband. they'd feel like they just kicked a sick puppy in the stomach if they told you to go away. so every day, at 8am you come in. usually in a pretty sundress but your state of mind isn't as pretty. your eye bags were prominent and you seemed to constantly be in a state of dissociation.... "you promise there's nothing? please double check! please..I need my husband back. you don't understand" your words were exasperated and rushed, you wanted answers, your husband, closure, anything! your breaths were getting heavy as you reached your delicate hand to the tissue box on the desk infront of you. you felt yourself breaking down, more and more, every. day. the police officer let out a breathy sigh, he was trying his very best to not tell you off. to tell you to go back to your home and cry there or something. to stop wasting his time every single fucking day.. but he couldn't. and he wouldn't. not when your state was some of the worst he's seen in his years of being an officer. "listen ma'am, there seems to be a dead end a-" you slammed your hand onto the table, one still holding the now damp tissue as you started to cry harder. you shook your head violently, indicating a very obvious no...or in this case obvious denial. "no. there..there isn't a dead end. he's alive and he needs your help!! please..please keep searching i-i'll.." you started to dig into your purse, the same one junho had gifted you for your 5th anniversary not long before this whole ordeal. when you felt what you were looking for you snatched it out your bag, like it was grabbing it, stealing it from your grasp. "h-here..d-dont stop searching please. I'll give you this..p-please.." in between words you started to cry more, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping off your skin. your head was lowered and you were looking at your lap. you didn't want to stop looking for him. you wouldn't stop until you knew he was safe. "ma'am...you don't have to give me money for doing my job." he slid the stack of money that you had taken from your purse back to you and shook his head in disapproval. "listen.. sigh we're trying our best okay? we arent just laying around doing nothing, he was our coworker and we want to find him as much as you do.." he looked away from your depressing state, you were catching your breath and shaking, your fists were curled into balls. it was clear, even though he was an officer that he didn't want to find junho nearly as much as you did..he didn't think it would even be possible to. "just..take a break. you're overwhelming yourself and it isn't good for you. junho is strong and you know this, so just believe in him and his ability to live..."

the officer opened a drawer that was next to his seat, it was a little pile of candies.. he grabbed a handful and handed you a few. with a shaky hand you took the candies, your eyes were red and puffy. it was painfully obvious that you had just broken down in tears. you didnt want to speak but it was obvious by the way you acted, that all you wanted right now was for your husband to come back into your embrace. "if you want I can step out and let you calm down." the officer stares at you, awaiting the answer that would leave your lips. "no..its okay.. i-...whatever. thank you, I will take a break to calm down and compose myself. please have a good day." you mumbled the first few words, like a scared child who had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is now making up an excuse. you let out a loud sigh before you stood up from your chair, rubbing your tired, sore eyes before fixing your hair and grabbing your bag. you turned around right as you were in front of the office door, you bowed at the officer to show your gratitude as you proceeded to touch the cold metal handle of the door and creaked it open. with a click of the door closing you were walking away from the room you had just broken down in.

there you were, sitting on the edge of the bed you and your husband shared. it felt cold every time you sunk your body into the soft mattress..cold and empty. you weren't used to this, you were used to your husband coming home from work and giving you a kiss. slipping into the soft blankets together as you worked as heaters for each other's bodies. you didn't like this. you didn't want this. you flopped your upper torso onto the bed, causing it to make a squeaking sound to the sudden pressure. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed as you stared up into the ceiling. the world around you felt hazy, like everything that surrounded your body was just an empty void of nothingness. the world was meaningless without junho. you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier...until they had finally closed shut.

knock... knock... knock you jolted up from your bed, who was here at this time? it's like 2am... you stared at the closed bedroom door, thinking about if it was a good idea to open the doorm. you're a young woman alone at her house at 2am...what if it was a sex trafficker trying to kidnap and rape you!!?? knock... knock... knock the loud but slow knocks echoed throughout the house, the knocks took a 3 second pause inbetween..it was so creepy.. it made your skin crawl.. bu...what if...what if the police have clues about junho and came to talk to you about it they heard of it!! or..what if junho had finally come home..... these thoughts rand through your head, you were scared of what might be behind of that door. but not scared enough to not open it. you slowly got up from your bed, making it squeak under the pressure of your body. your soft slippers made a swooshing sound against the wooden floors as you shuffled your way to the front door... knock... knock.... knock there it was...the knocking. you couldn't help but feel this dry lump from in your throat, but you had to do it...you needed to make sure... if it was some stranger you'd just slam the door on them and go and hide in a closet or something.. your swallowed the lump in your throat and placed your palm on the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it with a small click and turning it clockwise so that it opened the door.. you didn't open it alot, just enough to see who was on the other side. your eyes stared at the dark soulless eyes In front of you, it was a random man. you had no idea why he was here or what he wanted..but he looked very familiar..maybe he was an off duty cop that just wanted to check up on you..? "h-hello..? how can I help you..." your voice was small and quiet, barely above a whisper as you used the door as some kind of shield from the strange man. "yes. you can." you stared up at the man with confused puppy dog eyes, what did that even mean?? you furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes as you stared at him..you were about to close the door on the strange man until something clicked inside of you. you recognized where he was from.. "inho?! w-what? what are you.." your judgmental facial expression quickly changed into one of shook and worry, was he here to see junho? how would you break the news that his brother was now missing too?? you raised your small hand to your mouth, covering it in shock..you didn't even know what to do....what should you say..? your eyes started to water and tear up, you were reminded of the harsh reality junho was in..he was seriously missing and now the person he went missing looking for was In front of you...it seemed like everyone was just against you. mocking the disappearance of your husband. "what...are you doing here? a-are you here for junho..he's.." you let out choked sighs after every other word, taking your hands from your mouth to your entire face. you were a crying mess In front of a man you barely knew, it was so embarrassing. you were so pathetic and sad. everyone's been telling you to just get over it but here you are, sobbing for what felt like the 6th time today. a loud sigh snapped you out of your saddened state,, but...it wasn't a sigh of disapproval or frustration...it was like a sigh of...desire. like he was getting off to the sight your sobbing, scared and fragile body. "you're doing this on purpose, you have to be." you stared up at inho with confusion. you eyebrow was raised, as if asking him what the fuck he meant by that. before you could even mutter a word he pushed you, really harshly. you went flying back into your home, head hitting the hard wood. you felt yourself getting dizzier and dizzier for a few seconds...you felt like you couldn't move, speak or even see anymore...your head was spinning and alarms were ringing from the inside of your head..until you were passed out.

you woke up... you were sitting in the middle of the dining room, it seemed like someone had moved the table and other chairs out the way as it was literally only you. you and the chair you were sitting on. the room was barely lit up, you could only see some of your surroundings due to the singular light that was on. the ligh that bulb was right on top of you..it felt like you were about to get interrogated for murder,,you were terrified. for you wanted to scream, cry and just run away from what was happening. but you couldn't. your ankles were tied onto the legs of the chair. your arms and torso were bounded to the chair itself with a thick rope., it was digging into your skin hard..it hurt. alot.. you wanted to squirm around and get yourself free but you knew you'd just end up knocking the chair down and you'd be stuck in an awkward position..you tried to start screaming but you couldnt, you were confused..it was like your mouth was glued shut.....your eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone, anything to help you. it took you a second for you to put the pieces together but.. once you did you realized.. your mouth was duck taped shut. you didn't know what to do, you were overwhelmed and you just wanted your husband back to you. you closed your eyes shut as warm salty tears fell from your eyes. your eyes just couldn't catch a break, could they? they were tired and sore. even when you werent sleepy it hurt to open and close the..a result of crying for days.. you just wanted to feel happiness again. but clearly that wasn't going to happen soon. was your fate going to be the same as your husbands? were his kidnappers after you to sew your mouth shut?? you didn't want to die..at least not because you got closure.. "you shouldn't cry Infront of me. its a bad idea. I have a thing for little girls that look pretty when they cry." your head jumped forward, looking at the figure that had stepped out the shadows surrounding you.. your eyes widened, remembering that inho had been the one that knocked you over and caused you to black out. the same man that had gone missing 5 years ago, the same man that your brother went missing looking for.. what was he doing here? was he here to kill you? to keep you silent? to assault you? thoughts rand through your head as he took large, slow steps towards you. as if he was mocking your frightened state. he reached his right hand out towards you, your eyes landed on the silver watch he was wearing. it seemed so similar to the one you had gifted all those years ago..but no way he would still be wearing it, right? before you could even process another thought his hand gripped at your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to literally stare up at him. the roughness of his grip made you wince in pain..he didn't come here with intentions of being nice and if you didn't realize that person you definitely realized that now. you tried to scream and kick your feet, you knew the tape and rope would stop your attempts and make them useless but you still tried. your screams just came out as diluted, muffled noises. the tape had stopped you from making any loud noises... the chair under your only shook a little but it wasn't enough to lighten the grip inho had on your hair. his dark, soulless eyes stared you down. they were like black orbs, nothing behind them. he grinned at you, like he was watching a cartoon and a character had did something funny. he was laughing at you. he thought this was funny. "you look so stupid, you do know that the tape will just silence all your screams, right? or are you too young and dumb to understand that yet." he tilted his head at you and gave you a mockingly confused expression. he was having the time of his fucking life while you were here, scared for your damn life. you glared at him, trying to intimidate him..doing anything to scare him...trying to find the little humanity in him that feels sympathy was clearly never going to happen. so you had to try another approach..even if it wasn't going to work either... and your suspicions were right ..

he just smiled at you, another mockingly fake smile... he released his hand from the grip he had on your hair and pinched your cheeks, just as roughly as he did with your hair. leaving a red mark when he let go... it was like he was treating you like you were a pouting child, stomping your feet because your mom didn't let you buy the comically huge lollipop you really wanted. "youre not scary sweetie." the pet name made you want to throw up in your mouth. he knew well you were his sister in law but here he was, calling you pet names with his disgusting voice. " you know..ive had my eyes on you since i met you...you're just so gorgeous..and delicate." he took a short but slow walk around u and stopped to stand behind you. his cold hands reached to your face and covered your eyes. you couldn't see anything but you knew he was leaned up in your ear...you could feel his hot breath making you unnervingly uncomfortable. "I just wanna ruin you." your breathe hitched in your throat, he was going to rape you. you know it, you had to fight back, you had to. you couldn't let a man that wasn't your husband put his dick inside you. inho took his cold hands away from your face and walked back in front of you. you glanced down at his crotch and...there was a bulge...he was getting off to your scared shape. he truly was an emotionless sadist.. he held up his index finger to your covered lips. "shh. make any noise and I wont think twice about killing you and your husband." your eyes widened as you heard the last part...that meant your husband was alive..and he knew where he was. you nodded slowly, complying with his words. he ripped the piece of tape off your mouth, causing you to let out a yelp in pain. you stared at him with a frightened face, you realized you had just made a loud sound...you didn't want to die you didn't..you didn't want your husband to die! "I said. be quiet." the truth with inho was, he had already killed your husband..at least he thought he did. only a day ago did he shot junho, causing him to fall off the side of the island...he probably drowned and is floating lifeless in the sea right now.. but you didnt need to know that...and it was clear you weren't even aware. your mouth was shut and you tried to silence your heavy rapid breathing....you really did love your husband..he wanted to steal that love from junhos grasp. he leaned down, his face was now perfectly aligned with yours... you wanted to say something, you wanted to scream and cry but if you did he'd kill you...you knew he would... his left hand started to rub your cheek, it was gentle and warm but it just made you hate it even more...his fake kindness. you hated it. his lips connected with yours, at first it seemed like he was trying to be gentle but it was obvious he had quickly gotten bored of it before he got rough. your teeth were clashing with each other as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. exploring every inch of it before he started to nip at your lips...he was aggressive and messy. everything junho wasn't.. this wasn't the kind of kiss you wanted or craved. you felt like your eyes were sewn shut the way you refused to open them, you didn't want to stare at inho. you just wanted this to end..maybe once it did you'd finally have your husband back. after what felt like hours of making out he has finally took his chapped lips off of your soft ones. a string of saliva connected the two of you as he caught his breath. you opened your eyes to stare at him, they were watery..your tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you caught your breath. to inho you eyes were like glass marbles...and he wanted to shatter them into pieces. you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. if you were calm it wouldn't be as bad. you read this inside your mind over and over and over again. you just prayed he would use you quickly and then leave... "you know, that day..the day where junho has brought you to our mothers house for my birthday.." his eyes wandered away from you, as if he were recalling the day in exact detail, scene by scene...

his eyes snapped back to yours, holding intense eye contact until he continued his sentence... "when I asked you what you loved most about junho you told me you loved his kindness. you said he was a soft person..an angel in your eyes." he crouched down, staring at you with intense eyes. his sharp features were like daggers, stabbing one by one into your heart. "you told me you loved something about him that I lacked. I'm not a kind person. and right now..you probably think I'm the devil instead of an angel like my brother.." he smiled at you, it was a cold, fake smile. if you touched his face right now it'd probably be ice cold.. "thats how I knew someone like you would never willingly be with a man like me.. but it's okay, I'll just force myself onto you." you started to cry, the salty liquid streamed down from your cheeks to your chin. your eyes were red and puffy, you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to be with this man, you didn't want this. inhos left head reached to your face, this time he squeezed the both of your cheeks so that your lips were puckered at him. "got it, princess?" he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he went aggressive right away. forcing his tongue into your mouth, some of your tears dripped onto his mouth. letting him taste the saltiness of your sadness. and it was delicious.

there you sat, he had freed your ankles from the restraints on the chair. nipping and licking at your clit. you hated this, you couldn't stop crying. you felt disgusting, a man that wasn't your husband was licking and eating your pussy out. why would you let this happen? at this point death felt better than breaking your husbands heart. you lets out cries and soft no's as he slurped your juices. you hated that it felt good, you hated that he knew what he was doing. your moans and mewls filled the room, followed with wet sloppy sounds of spit and cum mixed together. he's been eating you out for what felt like hours, you've probably came like 3 times already. you were getting tired..your legs were shaky, trying to close in on themselves but inhos arms kept them wide open for you. "p-please stop. I don't like thi-this...ah...please..let me go already..please.." you were begging with him, your eyes were shaky, your face was flushed and your lips were wet from his aggressive kisses. god. the scene of you begging for him to stop as he abused your clit was one he wanted engraved in his mind forever. he let go of your pussy with a loud pop, your juices and his spit was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like a wild animal that had just eaten his prey alive. with his sleeve he wiped off the liquid on his face. 'ruining' his all black jacket. "you want me to stop but your cum is all over my face and lips. you want me to stop but you keep moaning. just admit you're a slut for me." you close your eyes shut, shaking your head viciously, you don't want him. you don't want this. you just want your husband to be safe. that's all you want... inho scoffs at you, as if you were lying to his face. maybe he truly did believe you wanted this..that you wanted him.. but you knew it wasn't true, you knew that you loved junho and that you werent fighting back back because you just wanted him back.. you'd break down in tears in his arms once he comes home, you'll explain it when he's home. he'd understand..right..? you were lost in your thoughts, but reality snapped you out of them.. 2 long fingers were inside of your core, curling and pumping in and out... it hurt so much. it was nothing like you were used to, slow paced and gentle..no..it was fast and rough. you let out a cry, you were in so much pain it made you want to go insane. the rope that was still tied around your arms and waist dug into your skin, burning you as you struggled under the restraints..trying to find a way out. it felt like inhos was trying to split you in half, the rough skin on his finger pads only made it worse. but ofcoourse it had to feel good, because he knew what he was doing. even if it was messy, even if it was rough, even if you didn't like it..he knew how to make a woman feel good past all the pain. he tilted his head up towards you, his dark almond eyes burned holes into yours. "you gonna cum?" instead of a question, it felt like a demand. demanding you to answer yes, scaring you into saying yes.. but you didn't say yes, you said no. you shook your head and mouthed no to inho, not daring to say it out loud..and it obviously made him upset. he sneered at you before grabbing is free hand and pinching your clit before speeding the pace of his fingers. this was something you've never felt before, the pleasure finally overshadowed the pain and it felt like he had just forced your orgasm out of your body. your cum coated his digits, leaving a slightly milky white color on them.. you were catching your breath, it was hard to breath..the pain, anxiety and fear were catching up to you...you felt your throat slowly closing on you..you felt like you couldn't even breath enough air to supply your lungs are this point.. you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't even realize how he was pressing against the bulge that was begging to be freed from his trousers..he stared at you with bleak eyes, there was nothing behind them...nothing but desire and want..you were scared witless of what he would do to your poor body next. and whatever it was, you didn't want it

the bed was creaking under you, the same bed you and juho slept in everyday... you legs were pressing onto your stomach, the skin rubbing against each other. inho was slamming his cock in and out of you.. touching spots you didn't even know could be reached before this. you felt horrible for feeling so good. but you didn't want this. you were a crying moaning mess. your nails were digging onto his hands, the ones that were pressing you down. you were begging for him to stop, you didn't want this..you felt like you were being forced into this. with the life of your husband on the line.. inho let go of your left thigh and reached to your neck. his freezing hand sending shivers through your body as he started to choke you whilst pounding in and out of you..destroying your gummy insides. he lowered his face to you and scoffed, you looked so pathetic. crying and sobbing acting like you weren't enjoying his fat cock. why wouldn't you just admit you liked it for once? "acting like youre the victim while my cocks deep inside of you. is this all women do? complain about everything..just admit you like it. I wont tell." you felt so degrading. you were getting fucked by a man you barely knew on the bed your missing husband and you slept on every day at somepoint. using his life against you and now he's blaming you? was it really your fault? could you have just turned him away and still gotten junho back? was that an option that you weren't told about? you started crying, your weak arms pushing against his chest with no avail. you just wanted it to stop, you were in pain and now you're being told its your fault you're in this situation. you can never win. you began to sob louder, begging him to let you go, louder and louder until you were wailing like a stupid baby. your hand grasped at the tight grip he had on your neck, then to his chest to push him away again. "shut up." he snarled before taking off his hand from your neck, he had left a bruise from how hard he was gripping...with the same hand he harshly slapped you. shutting your cries up quickly. a red spot started to quickly form, your skin was now irritated in what felt like every place on your body.. "you're such a slut. taking the dick of a man 20 years older than you on the very bed your husband would sleep on. do you not feel ashamed? hmm?" he hummed at you, waiting for your reply. but you didn't even mutter a word, nothing. you decided you'll just take it with no noise, if you stay quiet up maybe it'll end faster?.. it should...shouldn't it..you were trying to comfort yourself in your head.. "you can keep trying to tell yourself otherwise but youre nothing but a dirty cheater. taking dick like a good girl. this probably isn't the first time youve done this huh?" he laughed at your now soulless face, he was right when he said he wanted to ruin you. he was doing that, and it got worse with every second that passed. "ffuck I'm close. you better cum or else I'll js' keep on using you until you do." you started to tear up, your clit twitching and your hole began to clench around his cock. you felt good, but terrible at the same time..you doubted he was cumming because he thought you felt good though, it was a factor but it was probably your shape that made him so horny. you were sad, in pain...tired... he got off to it so bad. you let out quiet pants and moans, indicating to inho that you were close too. he started to get sloppy, his pace getting even faster as the wet slapping sound of skin filled your ears to the brim. you felt your clit pulsating, begging for release...once you came you'd be free..you'd be...you'd be....be.. "a-aa.. fuck fuck fuckfck fuck! ouOUGH~" you let out loud, filthy moans. probably for the first time that night, instead of your cries it was your moans and whimpers that the room was now brimming with. inho loved the sound of your noises, your cries, moans, everything. God it made him so horny...once he felt you cum all over his cock he let his go through as well. fucking his orgasm into you deeper, and deeper with a loud groan..

he kept moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as your breathes calmed down.. "I want to ruin every inch of kindness and hope for humanity you have left in you. you're so perfect. perfect to corrupt.." his hand raised to your cheek and started to rub it 'lovingly'. you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you go like he had told you he would.

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getinthecar-elizabeth · 6 days ago

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Second Option (four)

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

Summary: You are totally smitten with Clark, but he's too busy hung up on Lois to notice.

one, two, three, four, five

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The first night you spent at the diner was one of many. You'd often go there after work. You had lunch and sometimes even breakfast. But you didn't go for the food. The food was good don't get me wrong, but it wasn't the main reason for your frequent visits. It was tall, dark and handsome.

You spent more time with Aaron than you'd like to admit. You were not exactly sure what was between you two. You just knew that you enjoyed his company. He was like a balm to your broken heart. Giving you strength to face each day that comes.

That's how you found yourself not dreading work as much. Not thinking about Clark as much. Your feelings were still there and strong, but you found better ways to handle them. You were not angry and bitter anymore. Your relationship with Clark was normal... sort of.

You didn't fail to notice the increasing tension between him and Lois. And when you asked Jimmy he muttered under his breath, "trouble in paradise."

What you didn't know was that during the time that you got closer to Aaron, Clark and Lois were growing apart.

Their bickering was no longer pretend. They were constantly at each other's throats. Turns out the relationship is not what Clark thought it would be. They were incompatible. Clark was a gentle giant, always wanting to show his care through actions. He was affectionate. He wore his heart on his sleeve. Lois on the other hand was strong willed. She wanted to be her own person. She kept everyone at arm's length. She found Clark's "constant hovering" to be overbearing. One time they had an argument and she said she felt suffocated.

Clark also had a problem. He kept on unconsciously comparing Lois to you in his mind. He couldn't help but compare their dates to the not dates you had. How easy conversations flowed between you. How you made him feel seen; like he didn't have to shrink himself like always. How sweet your giggles sounded when you laughed at his corny jokes. How you knew just the thing to turn the frown on his face upside down. It had him wondering; did he make the right choice?

The duo realised that they were better off as friends. They called it quits after almost a month of dating. And this allowed Clark to explore the thoughts he had about you.

But while he was focused on Lois, someone else had filled the void he left. You had found another source of your morning decaff. You seemed to go missing a lot during lunch. And whenever you missed lunch, someone would deliver it to you.

Clark was discombobulated with what he was seeing. Was he so far gone he didn't see the distance growing between you? He had a feeling someone else had your attention, and he didn't like the pang in his chest at the thought.

"Hi," he greeted you one morning. His usual awkward smile on his face.

Your eyes widened a bit. You guys hadn't really talked in a while, "Clark, hi," the suprise in your voice was clear with the way it rose.

"How have you been?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I've been okay...?" It sounded more like a question.

"Uhm, so- We haven't hung out in while. I was wondering if we could grab something to eat, or a coffee some time?" He grabbed his bag strap and shrugged, trying to act casual, but you saw his eyes darting back and forth behind his glasses.

You swallowed. "Um. Sure. I'll let you know when I'm free," your eyebrows rose.

His shoulders dropped in relief and his eyes brightened up, "That, um, that's great. I'll be waiting."

"Okay." You nodded and then he went back to his desk.

For the rest of the day you couldn't stop thinking about Clark. Him asking you to hang out was totally unexpected. It had you feeling confused. Your feelings were all tangled up. And it affected you more than you realised.

"Hey, earth to Y/N," a hand waved in front of your face, pulling you out of the abyss you were in. You were having dinner with Aaron, but clearly your mind was not present. "Are you okay?" He tilted his head slightly, concern etched on his face.

Your shoulders lifted and dropped when you took a breath and exhaled. "Yeah. I'm sorry. My mind is just elsewhere." Your lips flickered with a polite smile.

"Wanna talk about it?" Aaron folded his arms on the table.

"I don't know. I don't want to ruin our dinner," you shook your head.

"Well, whatever you're thinking about is already interfering with our dinner. I don't think you heard half the things I said," Aaron shrugged.

"Oh, Aaron, I'm so sorry," your face scrunched up.

"It's okay. I'm just saying, if it's bothering you that much, why not just talk about it? I'm your friend, I won't judge," the corners of his lips lifted, giving you a reassuring smile.

You chuckled, "we listen, we don't judge."

"Exactly, so what do you say?" His eyebrows rose in question.

"Okay, okay." You nodded.

Then you told him about Clark. You told him everything: about your feelings, him being in love with Lois, "and now he wants to hang out and I don't know how to feel," you sighed. It felt like you just dropped a heavy load you've been carrying for a long time.

"Okay, so you're in love with this guy, he's in love with someone else. Now he wants to hang out. So what is stressing you out?" Aaron gestured for you to continue.

"It's just that, I've been trying so hard to get over him and I thought I was making progress, but I feel like this is gonna draw me back." You confessed.

"Or maybe you were just distracted," Aaron stated, giving you a knowing look.

You huffed, "You're probably right."

"Do you know why he wants to meet up, what he wants to talk about?" Aaron asked.

"No, I don't." You shook your head.

"I think you should go see him," Aaron shrugged, grabbed his glass and took a sip. "Just hear him out. I mean, you don't really have a reason not to. Right?" He tilted his head.

"No, you're right. I guess there's no harm in finding out what he wants to say." You pressed your lips into a thin line.

"Okay. Good." Aaron finished his drink and signaled for a waiter so he could get the check.

"Always the voice of reason aren't you?" You deadpanned.

Aaron just smirked at you and winked.

Your lips tugged at the corners but your stomach however, twisted into knots as you thought about your meeting with Clark.

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szatears · 3 months ago

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Girl dad smoke (taking care of wife a daughter)

mini hustler, smoke.

summary: smoke was never one to be picky about what gender child he wanted to raise when the time came, but it seemed that the universe had a plan of its own, and he was made to be a girl dad.

pairings: smoke x blackfem!reader, dad!smoke.

warnings: descriptions of reader, use of the n word, descriptions of pregnancy, established relationship, maybe some ooc smoke?

notes: okay i know this was sent in bc i asked for modernau reqs but i feel like i can write this better for the actual sinners universe smoke... :)))

You let out a hum of contentedness, leaning your head back against your husband's shoulders. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist as you both lounged on the outdoor settee, taking in the Mississippi sunset before you. His hands rested on your growing stomach, thumbs stroking gentle patterns.

You were almost six months along in your pregnancy, and Smoke had been with you every step of the way, as he had promised you when you first announced the news to him.

"You know," you broke the comfortable silence. "I think we're having a boy. He sits so low, 'n all the ladies say that means it's a boy."

"Stop calling my daughter a boy," he mumbled with a kiss to your temple, smiling when you let out a laugh.

"You mind what we have?" you asked.

He shook his head no. "Long as they healthy and grow up to be that 'n happy, I'on really mind."

You smiled at his words, placing your palms on top of his hands.

Life as an expecting mother was going by a lot faster than you imagined. One day you were with your mother picking out materials to make baby clothes from, the next you were sitting back relaxing as Smoke, Stack and Sammie attempted to build a baby crib.

"It don't look right," Smoke frowned. He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your stomach like they always were whenever he was around you lately.

"Man, how else it's supposed to look?" Sammie huffed, and you laughed. They'd been at it since the early morning and it was almost four o'clock now.

"Not like that, nigga. Why it only got three legs?"

"'Cause we're not fuckin' done with it yet, bruh. Chill, goddamn." Stack kissed his teeth, and you took that as your queue to get them something to drink, leaving them to bicker amongst themselves.

Your growing family was everything to you, and your heart warmed at every moment they spent tending to you and your unborn child. That was, when Smoke let them get close to you.

Smoke was already overprotective of you. but you when carrying his unborn child? It's like people needed permission to even breathe near you.

He needed you in his eyesight at all times or he'd start going insane. Never wanted you to do any heavy lifting, or even lift a finger if it was something he could handle.

"Whatchu doin' that for?" he'd scold you when he caught you about to step on a dining room chair to grab a box of your things from the top shelf.

"Elijah, I could've gotten that," you smiled sheepishly when his hand held your waist to place you back down on the ground, picking the box up for you.

"Yeah well, you ain't need to do all that when I'm right here," he kissed your cheek, sitting down on the chair with you in his lap as you opened up the box, revealing things from your childhood.

All this never phased you, if anything, it just solidified the feeling you had that he would make such a great father.

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"Stack, you drop her an' I swear to God, we gon' fight," Smoke mugged his brother as he played with his daughter, throwing her up into the air and catching her again.

"Man, move. I'm not gonna." Stack kissed his teeth, tickling his niece.

Three years ago, you gave birth to your daughter, Amaya Marie, and ever since, she'd been such a light in your life. Today, everyone was celebrating her birthday at yours and Smoke's house, the bustling sounds of laughter and chatter all around you.

You could hear her giggles as she played around with her Uncle Stack, the only important thing at the moment being that she was happy.

"She's fine, stop worrying," you brought your hands to either side of your husband's face, literally smoothing away his frown as you caressed his skin. He hummed, tearing his eyes away from his daughter to look at you, kissing your lips thrice.

Amaya had changed Smoke's life in ways he didn't even know could be changed. He found himself having a new purpose in life, catering for both you and her. Everything he did was for the both of you, making sure she didn't grow up to know the life of hardship and struggles.

She may have had your eyes and nose, but her personality? Oh boy, that was growing to be all Smoke. He spoiled her, as you often complained, but that didn't stop him from doing it.

Every new dress, new toy, new hair clip had her fawning over her father even more.

"Daddy look!" Amaya came running towards you both, as fast as her little legs could carry her. Smoke pulled away from you to pick her up and your eyes widened as she waved her hand in your face, showing off a crisp $10 bill.

"The hell?" you mumbled, looking at Smoke who just shrugged at you.

"Where'd you get this from, baby?" he asked Amaya, kissing her cheek over and over.

"From Uncle Stack," she managed to say through her giggles as Smoke tickled her.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that if it wasn't Smoke giving her money, then it definitely was one of her uncles.

Just like her daddy, Amaya had grown to be quite the negotiator at just three years old.

"Is that right?" Smoke smiled, a little idea forming in his mind. "You wanna get some more?"

Amaya nodded, waving the bill around in her hand. He adjusted her in his arm, his free hand taking a hold of yours, leading you to sit down at the table with the rest of the ladies, Pearline handing you a cool glass of lemonade as you sat down.

"Say bye to mama," Smoke brought her closer to your face, and you smiled when she kissed your cheek, waving goodbye.

"Don't hurt my baby, Elijah," you warned him, taking a sip of the drink in front of you. He waved you off, walking away from you and towards where Stack, Sammie and them were, beers in their hands as they stood around laughing.

The smile on Stack's face grew when he saw two of his favourite people approaching him. "Wassup lil' bit?" He ruffled the top of Amaya's head, messing up her curls.

"Now, you know damn well Y/N gon' get you for doing that," Smoke swatted his brother's hand away, trying to fix his daughter's hair. "Heard you gave lil' miss some money."

"Yeah, she deserves it." Stack smiled.

Smoke nodded, looking down at Amaya you was already looking up at him like he hung the planets and stars in the sky. "Go 'head baby, just like we practiced before," he whispered to her.

Amaya nodded, turning around in her father's arms. "This ain't gonna work, Uncle Stack," she spoke clearly, waving the money in his face now.

Stack paused mid sip, furrowing his brows. "Whatchu mean by that?"

"I mean," Amaya huffed. "This isn't enough."

Stack cut his eyes to his brother, who held a proud smirk on his face as he looked back at him. "Girl, it's $10, that's plenty for you."

"Nuh uh," Amaya shook her head, earning a laugh from Sammie. Who handed off the music to Slim so he could join the conversation.

"Say Stack, you gettin' pressured by a youngin'?" he laughed, dodging when Stack stuck his arm out at him.

"Aight then," he bent down to Amaya's height in his brother's arms. "Name your price."

Amaya thought hard for a moment. "A hundred."

Stack let out a loud laugh, and even Smoke chuckled at that. "Girl, I said name a price, not be delusional. Must get that from your mother," he mumbled the last part, but Smoke heard loud and clear, punching Stack's shoulder. "It was a fucking joke, my God."

"Try a lil' lower baby. Don't lowball though, that's how you get 'em to take you serious," Smoke encouraged her, rubbing her arm soothingly. She nodded, turning back to her uncle.

"40."

"20."

"40."

"25."

"50."

"Aight, I'll give you forty, stop this madness," Stack huffed, opening his wallet as Amaya turned to Smoke.

"I did good?"

"You did great baby," he kissed both her cheeks as Stack handed his niece the money.

"We gotta take her with us one day, almost had me emptying my pockets." Stack watched as she ran over to her mother with all her money, smiling when she looked their way.

"Man, shut up."

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lovebugism · 4 months ago

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reader taking care of bob (thunderbolts) during a depressive episode? 🥹

ty for requesting!! — you like taking care of bob on his bad days. he isn't quite sure why (friends in love, fluff, thunderbolts spoilers, cw for mentions of depression and suicidal ideation | 1.4k words)

Bob has his bad days. And he’s not just talking about that stint in New York.

Sometimes he can’t get out of bed, can’t take care of himself, can’t go outside. There are days when he can’t find a reason to be an actual functioning human being, so he takes to rotting in his room — and trying not to suffocate beneath the crushing knowledge that the rest of the world is living on just fine without him.

He’ll hear the rest of the team laughing or otherwise arguing a floor below, while he hasn’t spoken a word all day because he can’t find the energy to. He’ll go to sleep without having left the four walls of his bedroom, or his bed for that matter, while fighting the black shroud of death that never quite seems to leave him.

It’s been that way his whole life: constant cycles of great days followed by the no-good-very-bad ones that he’s always distantly fearful might be the end of him. So Bob counts himself lucky that he’s got you for those days, and all the days in between.

“I think the blonde’s finally washed out,” you observe gently as you brush through his freshly washed curls. You get a whiff of the strawberry-scented shampoo with every swipe of the comb from where you sit just behind him on the bed. Bob, meanwhile, slouches on the floor between your legs and fiddles nervously with one of the many skincare products you’ve stacked beside him.

This is often what your “sleepovers” look like — which is what you call the many nights where the rest of the team’s out on a mission and you’re left babysitting the leftovers. (Bob’s almost certain you only call it that so you have an excuse to take care of him.)

“Really?” Bob hums distantly, fighting back a shiver. He’d much rather blame his chills on the water droplets falling from his hair and dampening the neck of his white t-shirt than the fact that he’s just not used to being touched so gently. Not used to being touched at all.

“Yeah,” you say with an audible smile. “I like your hair better this way.”

Bob scoffs pessimistically. “Shit brown?”

“It’s more like chocolate. Or chestnut, maybe— with little flakes of gold.”

Something in your words strikes him deep. Makes his chest go all warm and sparkly. He doesn’t know how you see such beauty in him when he can hardly look in the mirror without snarling in disgust most days. You still think he’s got so much good left in him, even after Valentina made him hurt you, even after he nearly took out a whole city without blinking.

He doesn’t get it.

In fact, the thought alone makes him so dizzy that his head starts to hurt.

“I— I’m sorry about this,” Bob apologizes through a breathy, awkward laugh. “Just— By the way.”

“Sorry about what?”

“You, you know, having to take care of me and everything.”

“Don’t apologize,” you giggle and drag the brush from his temple, around the curve of his ear, and down towards his neck. “I like taking care of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Bob chuckles with a stubborn shake of his head.

“I do. Honest.”

The mattress squeaks when you rise from it. Bob tilts his chin and peers up at you with a pair of dark, glittering eyes as you round him. “So… what?” he lilts with a shy half-smile. “You’d rather be here than off fighting crime with the New Avengers?”

“Yes,” you answer automatically, scoffing like it’s obvious, as you sit on the ground across from him. You settle between his parted legs with your own curled beneath you and twist the cap off of something that says deep hydrating face cream.

“I would much rather be here with you than god knows where with Walker trying to tell everyone what to do, and Ava and Yelena shouting at him, and Bucky trying to shout over all of them, and…”

You trail off. The lid unscrews with a quiet pop. You flash Bob a shy smile and a pair of squinted eyes. “Basically, what I’m saying is this is practically heaven compared to that.”

Bob’s face flares. He shakes his head and looks away. His eyes find a rogue piece of glitter in your carpet and lock there. “You don’t mean that…”

“Actually, I do—” You swipe two fingers through the white lotion and set it off to the side. “—Here. Look at me.”

You shift an inch towards him and lift a hand towards his face. Bob flinches on instinct despite wanting you so much closer. “Sorry,” he apologizes, ‘cause that’s his instinct, too.

Your eyes go wide and dart worriedly across his face. “Did I do something?”

“No! No, it’s not— It’s not you,” Bob stammers with his eyes squeezed shut. “It’s— It’s me. I don’t wanna…”

His voice breaks, fragile as glass, and he trails off. He doesn’t have the words for it — what he did to you, how he did it. He only knows that you saved his life, and touched his hand, and saw something that terrified you. He doesn’t know what it was, only that he won’t forget how frightened of him you looked.

You don’t look so scared of him now, though.

Instead, you look at him with your eyes wide and full of hope — like you love being this close to him, like you can’t wait to get closer.

“You won’t. I promise.”

This time, when you reach for him, you do it slowly. You give him ample time to stop you before you cup his jaw in your hand, slightly scruffy and still flushed from a steaming shower. You cradle his face in your palms without a vision of a long-gone horror flashing across your eyelids. You just feel safe. Warm. A strange sort of happy emotion that still makes you feel like crying.

“See?” you lilt with a sunshine smile.

Bob swallows hard as your fingertips swipe softly across his face. Your middle and ring fingers trace over the dark circles under his eyes in a feather-light touch as you rub in the moisturizer. Your fingertips follow his cheekbones as they rise to his temples before sliding down and across his stubbly jaw.

He keeps his eyes shut as he tries hopelessly to recall the last time he was ever touched this gently — if he ever has before — if he even deserves it.

“That day…” he starts suddenly, slowly. “You know, the day you guys found me…”

“Mhm?” you hum to egg him on.

“When you pulled me up out of that elevator…” Bob’s dark eyes flutter open again, swimming with honey and apprehension. “What did you see?”

He watches you falter, but only briefly. It’s a faint flicker in your eye that he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t already notice everything about you.

Your face twitches slightly, like his question single-handedly brings back the dreaded memories you’ve been trying to shove down for years.

“Uh, Hydra,” you stammer, swallowing hard and sitting back on your haunches. You can’t find the strength to meet his gaze, so you focus on your hands as you rub the remaining moisturizer into your palms. “I came back from a mission I couldn’t finish— A children’s hospital full of ‘failed test subjects’ that wanted me to get rid of, and I couldn’t do it… And they punished me for it.”

You decide to save him the gritty, bloody details of what had happened to you that day, but Bob still flinches like he knows everything you’re not telling him. He feels like he does, in a way.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles when he can’t find the words to say.

You flash him a quiet smile and a soft look beneath your lashes. “It’s not your fault.”

Bob scoffs an emotionless laugh. “Well, I mean, it kinda is—”

You reach suddenly for his face again, and his eyes go wide. Your touch is still as gentle as ever, but stern still, as you force him to meet your gaze. “It isn’t,” you repeat with an unyielding stare. “And, you know, despite the circumstances and everything, my life’s actually gotten a whole lot better since you’ve been in it.”

Bob’s face burns at your confession, even more so at your touch. “...Really?” is all he can squeak out.

“Really,” you echo with a firm nod.

He shifts awkwardly, uncomfortable in his skin, and tilts his cheek further into your palm “Like… Even on my bad days?” he mumbles, distantly dreading the answer.

“Especially on your bad days,” you laugh. “‘Cause you’re the only one that lets me braid your hair.”

“That’s the only reason why you like me?” Bob laughs, trying to play it cool even though his hopeful eyes give everything away. “‘Cause I let you braid my hair?”

You smile at his smiling. “Mhm. The only reason,” you nod, obviously playful in a way that makes his heart skip a beat (or three). “Nothing else at all.”

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cherrygarcia-07 · 4 months ago

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Uniform // Spencer Reid❤️

You buy Spencer a new t-shirt and he is over the moon to be so publicly yours (despite some teasing from his friends).

pairing: spencer x girlfriend! reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.6k

notes: nothing really! cursing once. I really like this one, just a lot of lovey dovey spencer and a lot of derek and penelope being everyones favourite chaotic duo bullying their baby brother 😚

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“How do you feel about Star Wars tonight?” Spencer asked as he shuffled over to where you were curled up on the couch of your shared apartment, a bowl of popcorn in one hand.

“I hear you.” You began, lifting one side of the blanket up so he could slide in beside you.

“But?” Spencer raised a brow at you, suppressing the ‘I know what’s coming’ smirk pulling at his lips as you rested your weight against him.

“Hear me out.”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” He muttered, tossing more popcorn in his mouth.

“Pitch Perfect.” You grinned, giving him your best puppy dog eyes in plea.

Spencer hummed as he nodded as if to say I knew it, tilting his head to look at you while trying his best to hide the adoration all over his face. “Correct me if I’m wrong- and I’m not-“ you rolled your eyes, “but I believe you’ve made me watch Pitch Perfect 6 times over the past 2 months already.”

“Go for lucky 7?” you urged, putting on your best sweet voice as you rested your chin on his shoulder, gazing up at him through batting lashes. “If you don’t say yes then you’re a great big liar.” You grumbled, pointing a finger at the print on his t-shirt.

His brows furrowed in that adorable way you loved as he glanced down at his shirt. He let out an exasperated chuckle as he realised what you were referring to. In large white & red lettering read the words I ❤️ MY GIRLFRIEND , bold and clear across his chest.

You’d gotten it for him on Valentine’s day. You always joked that he wore his heart on his sleeve, and despite him usually being a relatively private person he never shied away from bragging about you any opportunity he got (in fact he invented the opportunity himself more times than not just to give your name an excuse to leave his lips). You figured why not wear his heart on his chest too? He’d blushed when he saw it, a dopey smile on his face as he read it. He’d made you laugh, loud and heartily, with the way he immediately abandoned the shirt he was wearing, fingers fumbling with his buttons as a lovesick haze clouded his brain. Before you could even blink he was donning his new attire, a goofy but proud look in his eyes and your heart soared at the sight.

“I hardly think one’s willingness to watch Pitch Perfect every week is an accurate measurement of one’s love.” He smirked, pulling your legs into his lap, rubbing your calf with a gentleness that contradicted the sarcasm dripping from his words. “Especially if we’re basing it on a t-shirt.”

With a playful huff, you tried to pull your legs back in protest, only to end up tighter in his grasp as he pulled you in closer and you found yourself unable to hold back the giggle bubbling in your throat. His free arm wrapped around you and he laughed back as his hand guided your head to his shoulder with a loving touch.

“I’m kidding. You know we can watch whatever you want to anytime, sweetheart.” He spoke with a softness that would put the clouds to shame. He turned his head slightly to press a light kiss to your forehead before adding, “even if I could recite the script to you in my sleep by now.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you retorted. “You could do that with literally any movie, mr eidetic memory.” Smiling to yourself, you raised a finger to his shirt and lazily traced the red heart on his chest, revelling in the warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through you over your boyfriend’s selfless eagerness to make you happy.

The bickering went on for just a little while longer before you finally began the movie, fitted against one another on the couch like pieces of a puzzle. It was about 45 minutes into the movie and you were both beginning to grow a little drowsy when there was a sudden knock at the door. With a groan, you pulled your head from where it still rested on Spencer’s shoulder and began to rise to your feet.

“No, no, I got it.” Spencer muttered beside you, gently pushing you back to the cushions and quickly tucking you back underneath the blanket before padding towards the door with a yawn. He ran a hand through his hair as he swung the door open, confused to see Derek standing on the other side, a book in one hand and his phone in the other.

“What are you doing here?” Spencer grumbled as he checked the time on his watch.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Derek retorted with a raised brow. “You left this on your desk, genius.” He held out the huge brick of a book he’d been holding, waving it in front of Spencer’s face as he waited for him to take it.

“Oh, thanks.” Spencer took the book, placing it rather haphazardly on the small table by the door. “I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten it.”

“Too eager to get home to your girl, huh?” Derek teased as he glanced across the room at you half asleep on the couch. He moved to focus back on Spencer and his gaze dropped as he took in his slightly crumpled clothes, a smirk pulling at his lips as he read the print on the t shirt. Instantly amused, Derek laughed and rubbed his hands together with a mischievous shine in his eyes. “Now, what the hell are you wearing, loverboy?”

A blush immediately crept up Spencer’s neck and to his cheeks as he remembered what the hell he was wearing, the heat of embarrassment pricking at his skin as he hastily crossed his arms in front of his chest in a too-late attempt to conceal it.

“It-“ A loud exhale left his nostrils as he dragged his hands down his face. “It’s nothing. It’s my pyjamas. Why are you still here?” He cringed at the way his voice rose an octave higher, cracking like a teenage boy’s. His arms hung rigid in the air for a moment, unsure whether to return to his face or his side before resorting to crossing in front of his shirt again.

“Nah, come on- don’t do that. Let me see, pretty boy.” Derek grinned, reaching for Spencer’s wrists before being firmly swatted away. “I heart my girlfriend, huh? Does she have a matching one?”

“Did you come all this way just to bully me in my own apartment?”

“Hey I’m not bullying.” Derek raised his hands, his voice adopted a teasing tone as he continued. “In fact I think it’s adorable. Very cute, Romeo.”

Spencer groaned, hand gripping the door in preparation to shut it in his face.

“Thank you for bringing me my book.” He began, deadpan as he slowly began closing the door. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Derek jammed his foot in the door, still beaming like the Cheshire Cat. “You didn’t answer my question, Reid.”

“What question?” He sighed for what felt like the 50th time during this whole conversation as he lightly kicked the shoe out of the door’s way. It was a miracle he even had any breath left in him.

“Does she have a matching one?”

“Yes.” Spencer surrendered, punctuating his sentence with a hard slam of the door, ignoring the laughter echoing down the hallway on the other side.

A few moments later you felt the couch dip next to you, stirring you awake after you had nodded off while Spencer was at the door. Blurry vision barely made out the movie you’d begged for still playing on the TV, though it had long since been forgotten in the hypnotic presence of your boyfriend. Your vision began to clear as you awoke a little more and you turned to see him beside you, watching the way you gazed up at him through heavy eyelids.

“Who was that?” You mumbled as he pulled you back into his lap.

“My test from God.” He replied, caressing your legs over the blanket as if to soothe himself more than you.

“Derek?” You asked and he hummed his response, nodding.

The rest of the night the two of you remained curled up against one another, blanket intertwining you as you both fell in and out of sleep on the couch, staying there long after the movie had ended- neither one of you having the energy to break out of eachother’s grasp. Eventually, under some mostly-asleep zombified state neither of you would recall in the morning, you made your way to your bed and flopped down onto the soft mattress, bodies absentmindedly finding eachother again instantly and you fell asleep for good wrapped up in his arms.

Spencer walked into the bullpen, sipping the sugary coffee you’d made him before he left from the thermal mug in his hand and nodding his good mornings to the team. He plopped himself down in his chair, stretching for a second before unpacking his bag onto his desk. He didn’t get far into his work before his bubble of peace was abruptly burst, a familiarly grating voice materialising behind him.

“Hey, lover.” Drawled Derek’s voice. Spencer’s eyes squeezed shut like an automatic response, a dramatic sigh leaving him as he pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed internally.

“Are we really still doing this?” He tried to keep his voice low and even as if he didn’t care but the slight squeak in his words betrayed him.

“Depends.” Derek leaned over his desk, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Do you still heart your girlfriend?”

Spencer stayed silent. Both in protest to his friend’s teasing and in silent agreement that despite his reluctance to the conversation, he very much does still heart his girlfriend.

“How come you’re not in uniform today?” Derek continued, gesturing to his usual cardigan and subtly patterned button up combo.

Sipping his coffee in a feigned display of nonchalance, he responded “that would hardly be professional workplace attire.”

“Maybe we should get you a mug. Can’t let anyone walk around here not knowing how much you love your girl, huh?”

Spencer rolled his eyes at the way Derek shook his shoulder as he laughed, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t genuinely considering it. He was somebody who lived to share his knowledge, always jumping at the chance to ramble about whatever topic presented itself, barely stopping to breathe as his words spilled into one another as his mind moved faster than his mouth could keep up. He could lecture about anything between the vastness of space and the tiny specks of dirt in the ground, an endless supply of topics floating around in that library of a brain but his favourite one to talk about was undoubtedly and unabashedly you. Something that lived on his desk as a constant invitation to talk about you? Well quite frankly, that seemed like a dream.

“Oh, leave him alone.” A new bubbly voice accompanied by the clacking of heels broke him out of his thoughts and he turned his head to see Penelope strut into the room. “It’s not embarrassing to be in love.”

“How do you-“ Spencer began, eyes darting between the two of them with an accusatory look. “You told Garcia?”

“You’re the profiler, honey.” Penelope chirped, tapping him on the nose with the fuzzy topper of her neon pink pen. “Should’ve seen that coming.”

He leaned back in his chair, utterly defeated as he let the teasing continue. He felt like a ping pong ball being batted between the two of them as they carried on for what felt like hours, only stopping when Hotch left his office to remind them that they do in fact have jobs to be getting to, although even he had the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he dispersed them.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief, pulling his chair closer into his desk to get started as the sound of Penelope’s heels faded further away behind him- until they suddenly stopped.

“Oh- and hey, Reid!” She called. He turned to face her, brows furrowing as he watched her raise her phone in the air. “Thanks for the new lockscreen!”

Spencer’s eyes widened in what felt like slow motion as he realised what he was looking at. A slightly blurry, slightly off centre photo of him half awake in his doorway sleepily modelling the t-shirt. At a speed that risked whiplash, he spun to face Derek who was already brandishing the biggest shit-eating grin Spencer had ever seen on him- which was saying a lot. He’d been so focused on getting back to you he hadn’t even registered the phone in his friend’s hand when he answered the door.

“I’m sorry man. I’m sorry.” Derek raised his hands in surrender, though it didn’t take a profiler to see he was in fact quite proud of his work.

Spencer groaned and dragged his hands down his face again. It was going to be a long day.

Coming home felt like stepping through the door into dreamland, the harsh floor of the hallway outside melting into soft cotton beneath Spencer’s feet as he walked into your shared space. The weight of the day crumbled instantly as he heard your voice ring through the apartment. You were singing to yourself from the bedroom, the sound like a rope that lassoed him and pulled him to you without a second thought. He pushed open the door, body slumping in relaxation as you turned to face him with a smile.

“Spence!” You sang, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him fall into you as he buried his face in your neck. “How was work?”

“Long.” His voice was muffled against your skin. “Missed you.”

You ran your fingers through the curls at the back of his head as you chuckled at his broken sentences. For a genius who seemingly had an inability to stop talking, he sure had a limited vocabulary when it came to your affection. Even the lightest touch from you was enough to render him speechless, IQ slashed catastrophically as his brain melted from the heat of your fingertips against his scalp.

“I missed you too.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and you could’ve sworn you heard him purr.

He pulled away slightly, aching to see your face and if his brain was faltering before it had stopped working all together now. He froze as he glanced down at your clothes, gentle hands finding their way to your waist. A black t-shirt with the words I ❤️ MY BOYFRIEND across your chest.

“I, um. I like your shirt.” He stammered eventually, voice thick with affection.

“Spence, you’ve seen it a thousand times.” You giggled, dropping your hands to rest on his shoulders. “You gave it to me, actually.”

It only seemed right, he’d thought, that you have a matching set.

“Have you been wearing that all day?” He asked, and his heart fluttered when you nodded. Spencer laughed lovingly as he pictured you walking around the grocery store, or the post office, or wherever you had been today with those words openly declared to the world. Suddenly, the whole day of teasing was forgotten, discarded like it never happened and he found himself itching to get changed.

You frowned slightly as he pulled away from you, though it was quickly replaced by an equally confused and thoroughly entertained smile as you watched him scramble to pull off his cardigan, fingers struggling with the buttons of his shirt in his excitement.

“What the hell are you doing?” You laughed, watching him grab his matching shirt from the closet.

“Well, as Morgan pointed out.” Spencer began, pulling it over his head and smoothing out the print so there was no doubt about what it said. “I wasn’t in my uniform.”

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inseobts · 6 months ago

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oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.

Could you write about them as baby dads?

🫵 Made Him a Dad

after the pregnancy and labor let's see they’re doing as newly dads?

a/n: tried to not be repetitive but it was hard lmao

also a special thanks and credits to @katsukis-foxie6 for giving me some ideas, espcially for sanji's ❤︎❤︎❤︎

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The Straw Hat crew was anchored at a small island, taking a rare break after a long stretch of adventures. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the ship as you cradled your baby girl, Dawn, in your arms. She was only a few months old, but her presence already seemed to brighten every corner of the Thousand Sunny. Her tiny hands wrapped around your finger, and the sound of her soft giggles filled the air.

Luffy, his usual exuberance toned down just a bit, sat across from you, his eyes locked on Dawn with a mixture of pride and awe.

“She’s so cute, y/n,” Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth “Look at her! She’s already so strong! I bet she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Luffy’s enthusiasm “She’s barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe let’s wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.”

Luffy’s face lit up “Oh, at her age I already wanted to be the king of pirates!" He turns to look at you and your serious face kinda scares him "...Y-yeah, we should let her grow a little first! But she’s gonna be the best, I just know it! I’ll teach her everything I know!”

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the shore, and you looked up to see none other than your grandfather-in-law, Garp, strolling toward the ship with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Luffy!” Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him “I heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!”

Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement “Grandpa! You’re here!” He grabbed Dawn from your arms before you could even protest, holding her in front of Garp with the same proud grin he always wore “Look! This is my daughter!”

You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garp’s reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffy’s arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.

“She’s tiny,” Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness “I didn’t think Luffy could make something this cute.”

Luffy puffed out his chest with pride “She’s gonna grow strong, just like me! And she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

Garp grunted, crossing his arms “A pirate, huh? You’ve got a long way to go if you’re gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.”

Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing “I’ll make sure she’s ready! Right, Dawn?” He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawn’s tiny fingers grasped at Luffy’s hand, and it seemed like the whole world stopped for a second.

Garp let out a low chuckle, his usual gruff demeanor melting a bit as he saw the deep love in Luffy’s eyes “Well, kid, looks like you’re serious about being a dad. I can’t believe it, but I guess you’ve really grown up. She’s got your stupid grin, that’s for sure.”

Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement “Grandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter “She has your smile, alright” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawn’s face.

Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garp’s approval “I’m gonna teach her all kinds of stuff! How to eat a ton, how to never give up on your dreams, and how to make sure the meat’s always cooked perfectly! She’s gonna be awesome!”

Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk “Well, she’s not gonna be a pirate, that’s for sure.”

Luffy blinked in confusion “Huh? What do you mean? She’s gonna be the greatest pirate ever!”

Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously “No way. I’ve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. She’s gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.”

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief “What?! No way! She’s gonna be a pirate! You can’t stop that!”

Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffy’s reaction “Oh, I can see it now: ‘Little Dawn, future Marine Admiral!’ No pirates for her! She’ll be the one taking you down one day.”

Luffy’s face scrunched up in determination “No! You’ll see! She’ll be a pirate! And she’s gonna be the best one there is!”

You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffy’s hair and then glanced down at Dawn.

“She’s got a strong spirit, though,” Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little “I can tell she’ll be a handful, just like her old man. But I’ll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.”

Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream “I’ll make sure she’s ready to punch things too—pirate things!”

Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh “Well, kid, you’ve got a good one here. Just don’t be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.”

Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly “We’ll see about that.”

As the sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, you felt the promise of a new journey unfolding, one with your family at the heart of it all. With Luffy by your side and Garp giving his usual advice, there was no doubt that little Dawn would grow up surrounded by love, adventure, and laughter, her own future as bright as the sun setting before you.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

Your daughter, barely a few months old, has her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, her grip firm, almost unrelenting. Zoro raises an eyebrow as he tries to gently pull away, but she refuses to let go, her tiny face scrunching up in determination.

“Damn,” he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused “She’s strong.”

You laugh softly, leaning against his arm “Like her dad.”

Zoro doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches your daughter with an unreadable expression, his free hand absentmindedly running over her soft, wispy hair. The moment lingers, quiet, thoughtful, before he finally speaks again.

“No,” he says, voice low “Like her mom.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. When you look up at him, you see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch slightly against your daughter’s back. He’s thinking about something serious. Something deep.

Zoro’s gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be “That day…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “And not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Your chest tightens. Zoro isn’t one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.

“I couldn’t do anything at all,” he admits, still staring at your daughter’s tiny hand around his finger “I just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight I’ve ever been in, no injury I’ve ever had... it’s nothing compared to that.” He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw “You’re stronger than me, y/n, believe me.”

You feel your breath catch.

It’s not just the words, it’s also the way he says them, with complete sincerity. Zoro, who has trained his entire life to be the strongest swordsman, means it. He believes it.

You squeeze his arm gently, your voice soft “Zoro…”

He huffs, shaking his head as if the thought still overwhelms him. Then, his expression softens just a little as he looks down at your daughter again. She’s still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Zoro smirks faintly “She’s lucky to have you as her mom” he mutters.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest “She’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you catch the way his grip on your daughter shifts slightly, gentler, but still firm. Protective. Always.

She might have his strength, but Zoro knows exactly where it comes from.

And he’ll never forget it.

Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.

He’s that type of super stressed dads who keeps running around following every single thing she does so that he can catch her if needed. All this with always a big blush on his face.

But it’s not that bad that he controls her bec, in fact, right now, your one-year-old daughter is standing in the middle of the deck, holding onto Luffy’s index fingers as he swings her back and forth like a human jump rope. Every time he lifts her up, she squeals in delight, kicking her little legs mid-air before landing on the deck.

“Again! Again!” she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffy’s fingers with ridiculous strength.

Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls “Oi. Don’t drop her.”

Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide “Don’t worry! I won’t!”

You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh “She’s fine, Zoro. Look at her, she’s having fun.”

Zoro doesn’t budge, arms still crossed “She’s one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.”

Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes “You wanna fly?!”

“Luffy, NO.” you and Zoro shout at the same time.

Kazuki claps her hands “Fly!”

“NO,” Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy “You are not throwing my kid.”

Luffy pouts “But she’s got a strong grip! She wouldn’t even let go—”

“Luffy,” you say, rubbing your temples “let’s not test her durability today, please.”

Luffy sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesn’t wobble off.

Zoro mutters under his breath but doesn’t stop it. At least Luffy’s holding onto her.

Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki “There’s my little princess,” he coos, hands in his pockets “You hungry, sweetheart?”

Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams “Yummy?”

Sanji grins “The yummiest. I made you something special.”

Zoro immediately frowns “What did you make her?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Relax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.”

Zoro doesn’t move “You sure there’s nothing weird in it?”

Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face “Weird? She’s a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think I’d put in her food?”

You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting “Okay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll stay with her.”

“I’m good, I’ll go later… don’t worry” he says softly but still watches like a hawk as Sanji hands Kazuki a tiny rice ball. She immediately grabs it with both hands and shoves it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Good?” Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.

Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams “Good!”

You smile and ruffle her hair “Say ‘thank you,’ Kazu.”

Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice “Fanku.”

Sanji clutches his chest like he’s been shot “Ohh, my sweet little angel, you’re so polite—”

Zoro scoffs “Don’t act like you raised her.”

Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares “Dada’s idiot.”

Silence.

Then the crew loses it.

Luffy collapses onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Nami has to lean against a barrel, wiping tears from her eyes. Sanji turns away, shoulders shaking with laughter. Even Robin chuckles from where she’s reading in her chair.

Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.

You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her “Sweetheart, don’t call your daddy an idiot.”

Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and says—

“Dada’s big idiot.”

Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.

Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.

You bite your lip, but it’s no use, you’re laughing too.

Zoro glares at all of you “I blame all of you for this... y/n, stop it”

Kazuki, sensing she’s won, lifts her arms up to Zoro. He sighs, scooping her up, resting her against his chest. She immediately nuzzles into his shoulder, letting out a happy little hum.

“Dada” she murmurs.

Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm “You love her” you tease.

Zoro scoffs “Obviously… unlike you, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

You go and leave a quick peck on his lips “You’re my lovely big big idiot”.

He blushes like crazy.

Kazuki looks up, sleepy “Dada?”

“Hm?”

She grins “Dada’s big big idiot.”

The crew howls with laughter.

Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.

She’s happy, safe, and in his arms. That’s all that matters.

That afternoon, you find them sleeping adorably together, in the same napping position. Smiling, you take a blanket and gently cover them both. Zoro stirs awake, thinking the baby has moved, something that makes you smile even more, knowing how hard it usually is to wake him. When he sees it’s you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji is soft with her.

Softer than you ever thought possible.

You watch from the doorway as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, cradling your daughter so delicately, like she’s made of glass. His thumb gently strokes over her tiny fingers, his breath slow, steady, controlled. But his eyes hold something else.

Something hesitant.

Something uncertain.

Your heart tightens.

“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, stepping closer “You don’t have to be so tense.”

Sanji barely glances up “I know.”

But he doesn’t relax. Not even a little.

Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, she’ll change into something unfamiliar, something he won’t know how to handle.

You sit beside him, curling close, resting your head against his shoulder. One arm wraps around his waist, the other reaching out to trace the soft fabric of the onesie your daughter is bundled in. She shifts slightly, making a tiny sound, and Sanji freezes.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes. The way his fingers twitch, just barely, as if bracing himself.

And suddenly, you understand.

“Sanji.” You keep your voice gentle “What’s wrong?”

He exhales slowly through his nose “Nothing.”

You don’t let that slide. Not with him. Not when he’s never been able to lie to you.

You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face “You’re scared.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit “Of course I am,” he murmurs “I’ve never done this before.”

You shake your head “No, I know it's not just that.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he won’t say out loud.

So you say them for him... “You’re scared of being like him.”

Sanji flinches.

It’s barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.

“I’m not,” he starts, but his voice falters “I mean—I would never—”

“I know,” you cut in softly “And she’ll know too.”

His breath shudders “But what if—”

“She won’t be like them, Sanji.” You rest your hand over his, where he’s still holding her so, so carefully “And even if she was, she’d still be ours.”

Sanji swallows hard “I don’t want her to be cold,” he whispers “I don’t want her to feel like she has to earn love. I don’t want her to think—” He stops, jaw clenching “Like I did.”

Your chest tightens.

You knew. Of course you knew. You knew how deep his scars ran, how much he still carried, no matter how much love he poured into everyone else.

You squeeze his hand “She won’t.”

Sanji shakes his head “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you insist, voice steady “Because you are her father.”

That makes him pause.

“She’s going to grow up knowing love, Sanji. Because you give it so easily, so naturally. Because you would rather die than see her cry. Because when she wakes up at night, you hold her before I can even sit up. Because you—” Your voice wavers, but you press on “Because you are already the best father she could ever have.”

Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.

“She’s so small” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smile, leaning into him again “Yeah. But she’s yours.”

That does something to him.

You feel the tension in his body shift, melting just a little. He looks down at your daughter again, something lighter in his expression now. Something less like fear and more like wonder.

“She’s beautiful” he breathes.

You kiss his shoulder “Like her dad.”

Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice “I hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.”

You nudge him playfully “She has a father who will love her unconditionally.”

Sanji doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Yeah, she has that.”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t say anything, just slide your arms around him, tucking yourself against his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Sanji rests his chin lightly atop your head. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.

Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, “I was easy to love. My father was just really bad.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not something he’s ever said before, not so plainly, not so simply.

But now, with his daughter sleeping in his arms, with you curled up beside him, with love so clear and so real around him, he finally believes it.

The fears won’t vanish overnight. The scars won’t disappear. But right here, right now, in the quiet of your room, with your daughter safe in his arms Sanji finally lets himself believe it.

He is more than enough.

And he always will be.

The next morning you wake up to chaos.

“Oi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!” Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight “Luffy, she’s not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!”

“She likes it, though!” Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms “Right, mini-cook?”

His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesn’t immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, “If you drop her, Luffy, so help me—”

“Oh, come on, love-cook,” Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing “You’re acting like she’s made of glass.”

Sanji whirls around to glare at him “You grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swear—”

“Oh no,” Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk “We’ve lost him.”

Usopp nods dramatically “RIP Sanji. He used to be cool.”

Franky wipes an imaginary tear “Another victim of dad syndrome.”

Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.

“LUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THE—”

You snort. Loudly.

And just like that, Sanji freezes.

His brain short-circuits because—oh.

You’re laughing.

Not a little chuckle, not a polite giggle. Full-on, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

Sanji forgets about murdering Luffy, forgets about all the dumbasses around him, because you’re happy.

His shoulders drop. His fists loosen.

Then, as if sensing his shift, his daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him.

Sanji immediately swoops in, taking her from Luffy and holding her close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “That’s enough flying for today, sweetheart.”

Nami smirks “Aww, the overprotective dad act is over already?”

Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way you’re still wiping laughter from your eyes, and—

God.

If this is what family feels like, if this is what love feels like, then he never, ever wants anything else in the whole world.

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𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 .ᐟ ꮽ౿ variety. (18+)

contains: fem reader, dumbification (k), praise, edging, overstim, oral fixation, spit (s), marking, biting, prone bone (k), cunnilingus, finger fucking, gagging (s), aftercare

summary: naruto men and their discovery of kinks unlocked by you.

a/n: haha, this was supposed to have like 3 more characters . . . o well. part two at some point perhaps. thank you guys for the support so far <3

feat. iruka, shino, kakashi

IRUKA UMINO ⸝⸝ praise

iruka loves to make you feel good. it’s what he lives for, honestly. tasting you at the end of each night, the beginning of each day, in between if he begs. he’s shy about it, every time he recalls an intimate moment together he’s hiding behind his hands like it wasn’t him who did those things. he snaps out of the dazed pussy-drunk mindset he was in and puts up a front for some reason- like the post-nut clarity is too much for him and he just locks back in. you didn’t mind it, the sex was good, you just always had to remind him to not be so embarrassed all the time. it wasn’t like you were judging him. sometimes it just felt like he wanted more, or something else. like he was so close to requesting something or saying something but he didn’t know what he needed either. you wonder if it’s some response to being raised a shinobi, the suppression of some urges or wants that come with it.

things are steamy and the two of you slip into a semblance of routine you’ve established. irukas got you on your back while he gets you ready, lapping between your folds like he’s trying to drink water from a bowl. you swear, he knows the parts he sucks and licks at do nothing for you, he’s just that desperate to taste every bit- not let a drop go to waste. you lace your fingers in his loose hair and give the scalp they’re attached to the gentlest squeeze, eliciting a whine from the man below. oww, he doesn’t like it when you pull too hard. one eye shuts closed with a wince and he comes up for air, strings of saliva and you connect his jaw and your saturated cunt as follows the gentle pull upwards. “you don’ wan’ anymore? you ready?” he whines a bit. lust clearly clouds him, his words always slur when he’s feeling good with you- one of the things he’s always embarrassed about. you shake your head, “mm mm, want you to lick it good. know you can.” you huff. iruka really is great at head but again, he just gets carried away by his own desire. he flushes and looks away, nodding. “mm, mhm. m’ sorry.” he whispers, voice straining a bit. oh, did you hurt his feelings? you didn’t mean like that- he was doing a good job, you were just needy and didn’t want the teasing. quickly you push yourself up on an arm to cup the cheek he turned and refocus him to you. “don’t be sorry baby, m jus’ bein needy. feel so good, always make me feel so good- jus’ wan’ more.” you reassure him with a small laugh underlining your words. “m’ greedy. greedy for you.”

you want him to know he’s doing good. luckily, it looks like it’s worked. you can almost see his tail start to wag and his ears perk up at the acknowledgment and he nods with a cute little smile on his face. you can’t help but ruffle the top of his head as you settle back down and push him back to resume his work. “good boy” you moan as he starts, just for him to stop again. his eyes are locked on you when you lift your head back up to see what he stopped for. the grip his fingers hold between where your thighs and hips meet tightens and an embarrassed, shaky “mmmnn…” vibrates into your pussy. you put two and two together quickly and realize, he liked that. he really liked that. you giggle and the hand you’ve still got on him gives his scalp an encouraging nail-less scritch. “heha- good boy? you like that baby?” your voice is a bit hoarse and he moans again, knitting his eyebrows together and shutting them tight. you egg him on further, “c‘mon, you were doing so good honey, keep going f’r me. be a good boy.” you really like it too. iruka whimpers again and with a nod his mouth mounts the top of your pussy and he starts massaging the flat of his tongue against your clit. praises spill from your mouth the whole time and irukas reactions only intensify. he’s got his left arm rested over your abdomen, gripping your waist and his right working his two fingers into you while he abuses that pretty little bud.

before his dick is out he’s got you spilling around his mouth once. the sweltering heat of arousal dissipates and you refocus from your first climax to see iruka looking up at you with his head resting on your breast. he looks up at you expectedly, waiting for you to come down from your high and acknowledge him. whatever you say is yours. you cup his face once more and smile, “good boy baby, so good for me. make me feel so good.” you’re still panting and your words are shaky but true. that tone, that expression, all of it fuels iruka more than anything has before. his heart feels so full- he’s so happy he’s making you feel good, that's all he wants to do. this attitude iruka has taken up is affecting you too, clearly. he’s just so fucking cute you want to treat him like the sweetest dumbest little puppy. you coax his head up so he can kiss you and muster the strength to raise your jellified knees to his sides. the kiss is sloppy, iruka is so vocal- like every little thing is stimulating him in some way. when your tongue slides down his throat he lets it happen, letting his jaw go slack and you assault his mouth with yours all the while he’s panting out the lewdest whines. the two of you pull apart and he’s a mess above you, almost trembling. he’s a mess when you tell him to ditch the fishnet top he’s got on, when you tell him to free his cock from his boxers, when you tell him to line up the tip to your entrance, when you command him and praise him each time he obeys. he feels drunk, he’s so unbelievably aroused he might just cum the moment he puts the tip in.

you coax him through each movement like you’ve never been intimate before. slutty moans spill from his mouth every other second, he’s so overwhelmed- especially inside you. you’re soaked and each micro-movement has got him gritting his teeth as your wet warmth envelopes him. “ahh, pretty- fuck-ngh, hahh, ‘s good- you feel really good-ah,” he sings, voice crackling. you’re so wet there’s almost no friction for him to be held up by. his thrusts are unsteady but it’s the fact that he’s pulling out so far and shoving it back in with no resistance that’s killing you. a ring of white marks the base of his cock and he’s fucking into you at a slowly increasing pace, mouth agape and a constant flow of noise escaping him. “iruka- baby- fuck,” you cry, the assault on your insides picking up and catching you off guard. “fuck pretty boy, jus’ like that, so fucking good- so good inside me baby,” your voice hikes a couple pitches as you’re now getting fully pounded into with the help of his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you to his pelvis. warmth dribbles down your ass and your eyes roll at the vulgarity of it all- getting fucked so sloppy by your dog of a boyfriend. your hands search for something to grab at and you grip at his and whine out a “‘ruka baby,” to catch his attention. his eyes dart to you and he’s eager to give you what you need. you make grabby hands to indicate your neediness. you want him. iruka nods enthusiastically and shifts positions, hooking his hand underneath your knees and pushing them up out of the way so he can be closer chest-to-chest with you.

he’s focused on your blissed-out face and all he can think is how good he’s making you feel- he’s doing good, you told him so. he loves doing good. his eyes burn and he’s sniffling before he knows it- he feels too fucking good. a mix of a moan and a sob wracks his body and his head drops, his hair tickling your forehead now. you reach up to run your fingers through his hair and cup his face, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours. “iruka baby- god, don’t fuss pretty boy. fuckin’ me- so- good-“ you groan, voice unraveling at the end as he punctuates each of your words with a deep thrust. “m’ good.. m’ a good boy..” iruka chants, voice teetering on the edge. he switches his angle and releases one of your knees from the pin he had it in to sneak his hand down to your clit. “w’nna be good, w’nna make you cum..” iruka rumbles and you squeal at the pad making contact with your sensitive nub. “god- ‘ruka, so good-“ you mewl, starved for air as you’re quickly shoved towards your finish line. you hadn’t realized you were this close and you can barely get a word out before you’re reaching it. “g’nna cum ‘ruka, don’ stop baby, fuck- just like that, good boy-“ you chant and he quickly joins in. “cum for me, please, let me cum with you please, ‘m almost there.” he cries. with eyes locked and you gripping his face like he’s gonna slip away you quickly nod and beckon him to, “cum with me ‘ruka” and you’re both tensing around the other in seconds. irukas hips stutter before he buries all the way inside and your body goes taut as you curl into your climax. irukas so fucking loud in your ear, you didn’t think he could moan this loud. it’s not like you hold yourself back either, but seeing iruka so shameless and uninhibited makes you squeeze around him even harder.

by the time you regain the sense that was fucked out of you you realize irukas is back on your chest, arms dipped under your shoulders and holding you. your hand finds your way to his hair and you start to massage the top of his head. your other rests on his back, splayed out and rubbing up and down while you whisper praises to him. iruka whines and nuzzles closer in between your boobs, still fucked out.

the “embarrassment” never comes. when you get up to wash yourselves he sticks by your side and makes a sound of disapproval when he’s not skin to skin with you somehow for more than 5 seconds. when you’re settling back into bed he cuddles right back up to you and is unabashedly desperate for your warmth. “you’re cute.” “mm.” “super cute. i liked that a lot.” “mmmhn.” he nuzzles into your chest, radiating warmth into you. “…i did too. thank you.”

SHINO ABURAME ⸝⸝ spit, oral fixation

coaxing shino out of his shell took a bit, especially in your shared sex life. once he was out of it though, shino was a passionate lover. he could get a little lost in you, and a bit rough- but in the best way. he was just so eager and you felt too good. branching out from vanilla sex wasn’t discussed really, you had asked if he ever wanted to get rougher since that was usually the pace he fell into- fucking into you hard and getting a bit handsy, squeezing your boobs, nipping and sucking marks into your neck, chest and back. the ways in which you describe “rougher” aren’t so appealing to him though. he doesn’t want to hit you, doesn’t wanna hurt you. you don’t mind the rejections, they were just suggestions that you’d be down to try anyway. you’ve just always felt like there’s more behind that stoic face.

you were mid prep, instructed by shino to lay back against the headboard and play with yourself a bit while he undressed himself. you’re already easing a finger into yourself while you watch him take each article off. his forehead protector, his vest and undershirt, and his pants are all discarded into a pile. at the bottom is his signature hooded coat, hastily taken off earlier during the heated makeout session that had led you into the bedroom. one thing about shino was that he loved to kiss you. shino didn’t do pecks. if you were gonna kiss him, you had to make sure you gave him at least 5 minutes to get his fill of your mouth, and then that might turn into an hour with the boner he gets just from that.

shino turns back to you and the mattress dips on one side and then the other as he situates himself over top of you. slipping another finger in, you moan and he can’t help but take advantage of that pretty mouth. “keep going.” he instructs between light kisses before diving in and tonguing you down. you’re squirming underneath his assault, getting needier as he violates every inch of your mouth. after a few minutes of making out, you have an idea and use your other hand to push against his chest. spit chains the two of you together and you’re both panting and flushed. you wince a bit as you take your fingers out of yourself, needing a bit more lube as your body hasn’t caught up to your brain just yet. your fingers are still glistening otherwise and you lift them to your tongue, taking them both into your mouth and beginning to suck them clean. shino audibly moans at the action, goading you on while you spit and fuck them in and out of your mouth like a cock. at one point you go deep. deep enough to elicit the prettiest gargle around them and make you tear up at the intrusion in your throat- and shino is redder than ever. “fuck, so pretty.” the praise goes straight to your cunt and you hump up into nothing. shino is a man of few words but makes them count with you. shino lifts his right hand and spits in it before it makes its way to replace the empty space your cunt is crying out for to be filled and you squeal as he rubs circles into your sensitive nub. your fingers slip from your mouth and a trail of spit breaks off, leaking down your face and making a mess of you. shino hasn’t looked away from your mouth once, beginning the process of stretching your hole out around his one finger that’s going deeper and stretching you harder than your own two like his arm has a mind of its own. shino catches your open mouth and lolling tongue in a sloppy kiss, his saliva flooding into you like he’s starving and you are the one he’s going to devour. it’s so messy and you’re granted no break, eyes rolling back while he’s fingerfucking you open, thumbing your clit, and suffocating you with his tongue all at once.

by the time he’s seemingly had his fill mouthfucking you you’re plenty stretched, whining and bucking into nothing when he retracts his hand from your parts. “shino- please, wan’ you.” you pout and whine, squirming and kneading at whatever you can get your hands on. his bicep, his chest, his torso, his back. you don’t even realize the hand that was just making work of your insides is in front of your face until a command echoes above you. “clean them.” he says. your mouth opens and he leans further forward to insert them. you take them eagerly, moaning and slobbering as you taste yourself around his slender, smooth digits. shino audibly groans at the little show you’re putting on and starts moving them, fucking them into your throat like he just was in your other hole. you gurgle and gag around them, resigning yourself and letting him play with you this way. one particularly hard gag has him retracting them and praising you for how well you cleaned him up. funny, since now you’re a fucked out drooly mess. shino kisses your pretty tears away while you sniffle and catch your breath. some might view his treatment as a bit mean, but you’ve never felt more cared for under someone else’s watch. he is just wholly obsessed with you.

shino hums and leans back on his knees to get to work on his boxers. “turn around.” shino commands, and you’re on your chest with your ass up in a beat. shino loves this position. you pale in comparison to his height so he can easily pull you into a hug from behind and look down at your pretty face while you take him. as he lines up the tip with your entrance you brace for the intrusion. even with how stretched and wet you are, things can’t escalate so much just yet. shino is… big. even when he’s fully hard his cock fights gravity to stand up all the way. this position makes it easier to take him too. you hear him spit from behind and you tremble, finding it kind of too hot. the tip presses flush against your entrance and he leans forward, letting his cock enter as much as it can without moving his hips forward. this way you can both notice when the resistance starts and go from there. you take about half before he groans at the tightness and you whine at the sting. one arm is propped to hold himself up and the other is hooked around to the front of you and pulling you into his chest. his hand finds one of your breasts and he groans when he starts to knead at it. he loves these too. really, he loves each part of you (and is sure to remind you, especially when you can feel his cock throb as he gropes at you.)

the two of you settle into a steady rhythm and you’re sinking further and further into the pillow and duvet you’re fucking on top of. you’re fully relaxed taking him, his hands caressing and massaging each part of you only making it easier. your knees are close to giving out before you scoops you up, his right arm filling the pass between your breasts and a hand coming up to hold your jaw. you’re flush to his chest in an instant as he fucks up into you. you feel pathetic under his eyes in this newly compromising position. his other wraps around your tummy and he’s fully supporting you, taking on the burden your poor little body couldn’t handle. the ever-observant shino. your hands grasp for something to hold, first groping at your own breasts and then grabbing at the arm holding your chest up before shino cuts you off with something akin to a growl and he’s maneuvering his left arm, the one wrapped around your waist to restrain your two hands together and bring them to your hips as they resume their previous position. you’re helpless, and the two of you love it this way. you’re getting fully fucked wide now, warmth seeping down the inside of your thighs as he makes a mess of you. your jaw is slack and shino takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side slightly to slip his index inside your mouth and tug your cheek, exposing the blush inside with strings of saliva connecting the roof and floor. shino shudders and you catch a glimpse of his dark, murky eyes filled with something you can only compare to the look of a predator who’s finally caught its prey. you look so slutty. eyes glossed and hooded, mouth agape and a mess, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. shino catches you in a kiss once more, though short-lived to your surprise. you’re caught leaning forward into it and he breaks it, fingers slotted along your jawline and he’s steady for a moment. his lips purse and out comes a glob of spit, dripping from the apex of his tongue that flops from his own mouth. you’re desperate, embarrassingly so, and you strain upwards to catch it on your tongue before shino devours you once more. like a fish to bait. the both of you moan into the other, the depravity of your actions hitting you two like a high.

when you part you both sound like you’ve both been underwater for too long, a harmony of gasps, moans, and whines fills the air as shino fucks into you faster. your head lolls against his shoulder, clearly spent. everything’s a blur, you don’t even realize the shift your body is undergoing until the plush of the pillow is against your cheek again. your wrists are released and limply fall against the bed and shino adjusts his arms to focus on holding your ass up for him. he’s growling at this point, the two of you sticky with each other and all you can do is whine his name over and over again. it’s music to his ears, and it sounds even better when he slots a finger in your mouth. he doesn’t push it, he doesn’t move it, and you do nothing with it either, but the sound of slurred “‘inoo.. pleathe… hahh-, ngh… grk ahh.. ‘iiinooo..!” coming from you has got him falling apart “fuck- m’ close.. need you to cum, lovebug.” he falters. his right-hand shifts, focusing the weight on his arm to just his hand as he holds it right over where he’s hitting you inside. he snaps his hips downwards, abusing the bundle of nerves he finds till the feeling catches up to you and you sob. it doesn’t take much for that coil in your tummy to quickly build- you tremble but shino holds you steady like always. you are putting no effort into supporting yourself, all of it is focused on just keeping yourself awake. “‘thinooo… ‘ino-! hahh, n’ gonna cum ‘inoo-“ you panic with how fast your climax builds and hits you, your vision goes black as it wracks you in waves. shino is quick to follow, pumping you full as the thud of his balls hit your clit once- twice- three times as he finishes.

by the time you rouse from your sleep the warmth seeping between your legs is gone and your cheeks and chin are wiped clean. shino is at the edge of the bed slipping a shirt on before he turns with one in hand for you, halting when he realizes you’re up. it hadn’t been long. maybe 8 minutes- tops. sex is written across your body and face. the flush across your cheeks and nose and hair strewn and stuck to your skin, lips practically bruised they’re so pink.

“good morning, lovebug.” shino sighs, immediately making his way toward you from across the bed. all you can do is smile and croak out a “‘morninggg.” shino hides a laugh and you limply swat his chest. “‘s your fault.” you rasp, throat spent from the assault from earlier in the night. “i’m sorry pretty, you’re right. let me take care of you.” he dotes, moving the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face and trailing it down your chin. for a moment his thumb taps against your lips and trails down, catching the bottom one. like he’s admiring his work. you flush deeper and then quickly turn your head. “no. you devil.” you spit and he laughs, murmuring another apology between kisses on your neck as the two of you giggle. “it was good?” he asked after a small silence. “mhm. liked it a lot.” “good. me too.”

KAKASHI HATAKE ⸝⸝ dumbification

kakashi got on your nerves. you’ll be honest. the sex is fine- it’s good- okay, it’s really good. but for some reason, kakashi always doesn’t put much effort. he’s naturally good at it, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try a little harder- maybe? maybe you’re just desperate. kakashi is obsessed with you, wholly. his associates tell you nothing otherwise. it’s always “kakashi kept bringing you up,” or “kakashi wouldn’t stop complaining about wanting to get back to you,” from them. you’re on his mind constantly from how they describe him, but why doesn’t he act like that to you?

in the beginning, you loved riding him, but now it’s all he requests. is he really just… lazy? you wonder. you wanna feel desired, you wanna feel… sexy. you two had only been together a year and some change, but had he fallen out of interest with you already? you recall a conversation with gai. mentions of kakashi past, the loss he’s endured. gai’s convinced that kakashi acts cool with you because he’s just as scared as you are. the two of you departed with the advice of, “be upfront with him! the two of you are still young and things are only just now blooming!”

a pit is in your stomach the entire night. you pray that your stupid plan doesn’t end up fucking you over. you knew kakashi would be home late tonight, but not this late. you were gonna coax him by flashing the fact that you were pantieless at him once he got home, but you’re splayed in bed waiting for any creak, woosh, or hinge noise to signal the fact that he’s home- and nothing comes. sleep tempts you but the wetness between your thighs overpowers it and you just can’t help but reach your hand down there. images of kakashi flash in your mind- kakashi doing things other than let you ride him while he grips your hips and whispers you dirty praises. you want him to fuck you. like, really fuck you. your brain is foggy with sleep and arousal and all you can think about is getting fucked this way, fucked until you have no semblance of composure anymore.

you’re inserting the second finger and muffling your own sounds with a pillow when you feel the mattress dip next to you. kakashis already stripped down to his sleeveless turtleneck, getting ready to take that off too when you rip your head out of the pillow and yelp. he doesn’t look at you. his back is facing towards you and you’re left petrified. kakashi lazily looks back at you with a smirk on his face. “watcha doin, pretty lady?”

kakashi hums and scooches his way next to you. you can’t get a word out- you’re trying to force something out but it’s just not working. “ahhh? you gonna tell me?” that fucking smile. he’s so annoying- how does he make you feel so good? “m’ touchin’,” you mumble. “missed you.” you admit, hopefully egging him on. “yeahhh girlie? thinkin’ about me?” he’s getting closer, lying right next to you. you nod and sink back down into the bed, laying flat and looking up at him from the pillow. “mhm.” you nod pathetically.

“what’s my girl wanna do? you wanna keep going for me? want my help, sweetheart?” kakashis hand finally meets you and you whine at the fingers combing through your hair and dragging along your back. “kakashi.” “yeah?” “i want you to fuck me.” he laughed. “i can do that.” “no, kakashi,” you grab the hand that’s leaving you and look up at him, now laying on your side completely naked in front of him, “i want you to fuck me. like take it all out on me. wan’ you to fuck me dumb,” you admitted. he's still for a moment and you scan his face for anything. a few seconds pass and his eyes narrow as his cheeks rise. you don't even need the mask off to see that stupid smile.

you’re bent over and your face is back in the pillow and the room is echoing with the lewdest sounds. kakashi’s got you cumming around his mouth once, slurping you relentlessly. he’s gripping your hips like you’re trying to run from him, keeping you in place while you squirm from the overstimulation. you’re weakly kicking and the flat of his tongue goes from your clit to your asshole a couple times, cleaning you up before he drops the hips he’s been holding up with a thud. you hadn’t even realized he’s been holding all your weight until you were lying flat and trembling before him. “that feel good, pretty girl?” kakashi's voice is gentle, so gentle it’s malicious. he maneuvers your limp body like it’s nothing, straightening your legs out and straddling your thighs from behind. all you can is weakly whine and moan, hazy from his overstimulation. “nngh.. mhmmm” you slurp. you’re drooling. kakashi laughs and leans over- cock rubbing against your ass while he’s got your jaw in a grip, forcing you to look up. “look at you baby, makin’ a mess.” he tuts, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. his dick is slotted between your asscheeks and you wiggle a bit while he kisses you, eliciting a deep groan into your mouth. “gotta watch yourself, pretty lady.” he’s warning you. “told you- wan’ you to fuck me stupid. i neeeeed it.” you whine, helplessly wiggling your legs. he’s gentle, so gentle. he caresses your pretty face and gives you a couple light paps on the cheek. your brain lights up at the mean stimulation. “i got you, sweet girl. i’ll give you just what you want, yeah?” it’s condescending, the way he’s speaking to you- and you eat it up, nodding enthusiastically.

he’s hitting you, so fucking deep- drilling his hips right into the bundle of nerves seated against the front of your pussy. your legs are slightly spread and bent so your toes graze his back every so often. warmth floods beneath you, “so wet f’r me, pretty lady.” he grunts out, leaving his mouth agape so you can hear the air leave his lungs with each thrust. “go-o-o-dd uhh, ka-ka-shiii.” you’re loud, vocalizing each time you feel him hit you, again and again. “hah, ‘s good baby? this is what you wanted right?” he groans each time he buries himself in you, so wet it’s getting all over him. strings of you connecting your ass and his pelvis each time he pulls out before sweetly shoving it back in and forcing a mewl out of you. “nghhh… m-hmmm..” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. fingers knot in your hair and he lifts you up ever so slightly, his other hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on your ass that sting each time he swats you. “hah- mmm, don’t think you’re there just yet pretty lady, do you think so?” his head dips to yours, voice low- dripping like syrup from his sly little smile. “ngh- i- i- ahhh, ‘dun-nooo..” you wither beneath him and he drops your head and runs your hand down the nape of your neck. “yeah, not when you’re babbling like that baby. i’ll make you real dumb.” he taunts you. both hands grip your hips and push you down, ass arching up farther as he hits you deeper than before.

your head is fuzzy. you’re offered no recovery time as you clench around his cock repeatedly, practically getting forced to stay in your high. you weakly fight beneath him until he stills his cock inside you with a groan. “quit moving, lady.” he punctuates his command with another spank. a string of moans leave his mouth as his cock throbs inside you, edging himself while buried inside. one move and he just might spill. weak whimpers come from you and you’re finally allowed to catch your breath after your forcefully extended orgasm. kakashi pulls out of you swiftly and rolls you over, looking up and down your body with darkness in his eyes. he can’t stop smiling at you, not once has it slipped from his face throughout it all. you’re attacked by his hands, they feel like they’re all over you. time passes differently- is passing? you’re not sure was past or present. he’s slid back inside but holds steady while he plays with your pretty little self. your boobs, your waist, your hips, your thighs, then your pretty little face. he’s inches away from it and has got your chin in a grip, forcing you to look up at him. “my pretty lady in there?” he caresses you, eyes scanning for any hint that you’ve heard him. a ‘nnh’ comes from you, but nothing more. your eyebrows knit and you make the prettiest most pathetic expression up at him. “feeling good?” “mhm,” “you all done?” a frantic dismissal comes from you. your head lolls from side to side lazily, and he takes that as permission to start fucking into you again. you can handle this. you can take him. you makes sure to tell you, filthy words flooding your already fried senses.

tender words of praise spill from his mouth to keep you grounded with him. “doin so good lady. jus’ like that, you gottt it.“ your body is limp and your jaw is loose while you babble precious high-pitched ‘thank you’s’

“ah- haha, feel so fucking good, pretty girl. do you feel good?” he talks down to you. he won’t stop fucking laughing. you gurgle a response and he’s littering your face with kisses. “yea- that’s what i thought baby- fuck.” he’s so mean.

tears prick at the outside of your eyes and you whine, quickly being thumbed away as he caresses you. “you’re okay pretty girl- i know” his demeaning tone goes straight to your clit, increasingly sensitive as his shaft ever so slightly rubs against it each time he thrusts into you. his head drops a bit, “m close, pretty lady. hohh- fuuuckkkk.” he falters, hips stuttering as his climax approaches quickly. you barely hint that you’re about to hit your third until it’s crashing over you and you’re twitching beneath him. your body goes taught and your brain blurs with the breath you’re holding and kakashi lightly paps your face a bit, forcing you to look at him. “breathe pretty girl, you got it.” you tremble and a sob wracks your body as your lungs fill back up. “yeahhh, there’s my girl. good job, honey.” he trembles, “hohh, fuck.. so fucking good.” hot cum shoots out onto your tummy and kakashi is stroking the last few pumps out over the top of you and you whimper at the warmth.

you just want to pull him into you to cuddle, whining at his (very understandable) protests against it. you need to pee, he needs to clean you off, he needs to clean himself off. he also doesn’t feel it’s right to just let you pass out immediately afterward so with some genuine convincing and sweet talking you’re sat in a warm bath, wrapped around him while he holds you up. “you alright, pretty lady?” “mhm.” “c’mon, lemme hear it. wanna hear you tell me yourself.” he nudged his head against yours.

“feel good. feel really good.” “hah, yeah? that’s good baby. you did really good.” “mm. you feel good?” “‘course I do. you got me good me, girlie.”

#naruto x reader #kakashi x reader #iruka x reader #shino x reader #shino aburame x reader #kakashi smut #iruka smut #iruka umino #kakashi hatake #shino aburame #naruto imagines #༊󠀺.headcanons

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fungateshortcakes · 9 months ago

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Jealous much?

Pairing: dofp!Logan x fem!teacher!Reader

Summary: What happens when Logan finds the father of one of your students flirting with you after class?

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: Jealous!Logan, established relationship (you are married), flirting, Logan asserting dominance to the guy that thinks he has a chance with you, smitten Logan bc he loves u so much, reader is implied to be 'turned on' once, no use of (y/n), english is not my first language!

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I love love LOVE jealous Logan. Someone (I think it was by @pandapetals) made a fic where Logan and reader were married and a students mother was flirting with Logan, which pissed reader off and she has to show the lady who has that man wrapped around her finger already. That was so YUMMY so this is the Logan-being-jealous counterpart, hope you enjoy!

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The end of the school day brought with it a familiar sense of relief and exhaustion. You loved your job, but after spending hours with a classroom full of high-energy students, you were ready to pack up and head to your room in the mansion.

The thought of your shared room and of your husband Logan waiting there brought a small smile to your face. But as you were tidying up your desk, the last few students leaving your classroom, you heard a voice call your name. Your head wiped around as you heard it. “Excuse me, Miss!” At first, you thought it was one of your students, but their voice was too deep to be a teenage boy.

You turned to see Mr. Reed, a tall, polished man with a charming smile. You recognized him immediately. He was the father of one of your more rambunctious students, Jason Reed. He seemed to live in this school, it was weird just how often you saw him around. He attended every single one of the parent evenings you hosted - only yours. And he often sought you out to have a conversation with him and his son. You didn't think too much of it, it was your job after all to answer the parents questions if they had any concerns.

You gave him a friendly wave as he approached. “Oh, hey, Mr. Reed” you greeted warmly, pausing in your steps. "Is there something you needed?

The man gave a casual shrug, slipping his hands into the pockets of his well-tailored suitjacket. “I was hoping to catch you for a moment. My son just won’t stop talking about you. Miss "the-coolest-teacher-ever’” he added with a chuckle, his blue eyes holding a distinct shimmer in them.

You laughed softly. Hearing this went down like honey. You were always happy to know that your students were enjoying your class. You were the teacher you wanted to be since you were a student yourself. The teacher that made other students feel safe, that didn't make them feel like they were pressured and had to deliver a certain level of performance to be good enough "Well, Jason is a great kid. He’s got so much energy. I can barely keep up sometimes, but I’m glad to hear he is liking my classes this far."

“Oh, absolutely. You’ve really made a difference for him” Mr. Reed said, his voice dipping into something smoother, something deeper. “He’s had a hard time adjusting to his mutation, you know. And the abilities that come with it. But since he’s been in your class, I can tell he’s a lot happier. More confident" he praised you highly, teeth bared in a dashing smile to you. “And that’s all thanks to you. I don’t know how you do it, managing a class full of kids with various mutations and powers they can't quite control yet. It’s impressive.”

You waved your hand dissmisvely at the single father, giggling bashfully. You weren't used to such direct praise from parents, not even from him. “I'm flattered, but it’s not just me" you replied modestly. “Mr. Xavier has build a great support system over the years.”

Mr. Reed clicked his tounge at your humble answer. “Don’t sell yourself short” he flashed you another grin. “You clearly have a talent with kids. Jason has made more progress in the past few months than he ever has before. I’m not sure how I could ever thank you properly.”

His tone was friendly for the time being. The conversation continued. And at first it felt completely professional, how it should be. Mr. Reed asked about Jason’s curriculum, your teaching methods and even about the schools approach to managing the students unique abilities. You were more than happy to answer all his questions, oblivious to the way he started inching closer.

“It’s just refreshing” he said, leaning casually against the wall next to you, his eyes subtly roaming your figure “to meet someone as smart, kind and beautiful as you. Jason’s lucky to have you as his teacher. The whole class is.”

The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t just being nice. He was flirting. You blinked, your polite smile faltering. “Oh, um, thank you” you replied, starting to feel a little awkward. It showed with the way you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. A sign for him that you were all shy and bashful around him. Far from that. You felt really uncomfortable.

"I’m lucky, too, really” he added, fueling the bad feeling in your gut. His eyes sweeped over you, this time less subtle, in a way that made your skin prickle, but not the good kind.

Then he decided to just go for it and ask the big question. He was impatient and wasn't in the mood to wait until you initiated something first. He had waited long enough. “Do you ever take time for yourself? Maybe let someone take you out for dinner?”

Your composure completely faltered for a second. The nerve this guy had. Didn't he see the obvious gold ring on your finger or did he purposefully decided to ignore it? You opened your mouth, trying to come up with a diplomatic way to shut this down, but you didn’t get the chance to.

“Everything alright in here?”

Logan’s gruff voice cut through the hallway like a blade, low and unmistakably annoyed. You turned to see him striding toward you, eyeing Mr. Reed like a wild animal stalking its prey. His broad shoulders were squared, his jaw set, and his dark eyes locked onto the other man with visible irritation.

You jumped as if you had just been caught cheating. “Logan” you squeaked surprised.

He huffed through his nose, his nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry bull that was riled up by the red in its vision. Well, when he had this loser of a man flirt with a goddess like you, his goddess, then he saw red. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt” Logan nearly growled, his tone anything but apologetic as he stopped next to you.

Mr. Reed blinked, clearly caught off guard. He swallowed thickly “Oh, I was just-” he tried to save the situation, or rather his own life, but Logan cut him off. “Flirtin’ with my wife?” Logan asked, arching a brow.

Mr. Reed’s face went pale as the snow falling outside the mansion, coating the gardenwith a thin layer of white. His eyes searched for your hand. They went wide as he looked at the wedding band you had been proudly wearing for six years now as if it had just appeared. “You-wait, you’re married?”

“Sure am” Logan said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against his side, securing you there. Marking his territory. His grip was warm and possessive and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

Mr. Reed stammered, his eyes darting between you and Logan in embarrassement and if you looked correctly, a little bit of fear. “I-I had no idea. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered out, laughing awkwardly in a bad attempt to play down his nervousness.

“Yeah, well, now you know,” Logan said flatly. “So maybe next time, think twice before you try to fuck someones woman" he spat, taking a step closer to Mr. Reed. You gasped softly at Logans word and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a warning look. “Logan” you muttered softly, trying to rein him in like a guard dog that was ready to pounce if its owner let him. You couldn't say that this side of him didn't turn you on immensly. But you didn’t need to get scolded by Charles for scaring off a parent.

But Logan wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “And just so we’re clear, she’s not interested. Ever” He snarled, down right barked his last word into Reeds face, who then mumbled another apology before practically fleeing down the hallway, leaving you alone with Logan.

Once he was gone, you turned to your husband with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “and that was really necessary?" you chuckled with a proud smirk. “Damn right it was” Logan replied, his hand still possessively gripping your hips, smoothing over them. “Guy needed to know who he was dealin’ with.”

You sighed, but your lips twitched into a small smile as you leaned against your broad and strong teddy bear of a husband. “You know I can handle myself, right?”

Logans lips pulled into the slightest smile as he looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing in the whole universe. “Yeah, I know” Logan muttered, his tone softening as he admired your pretty face. That pretty face he had the privilege to wake up to every morning because you were his wife. His. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let some jackass hit on you though.”

You giggled, shaking your head fondly, reaching up to cup his gruff cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”

Logan shrugged “Maybe” he said, smirking. “But you like ridiculous. Wouldn’t have married me otherwise, missy" he rumbled deep in his chest, making you smile because it was the truth. You married him for it. Married him for everything he was. “Guilty as charged" you murmured with a smile, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.

Logan’s arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, his loving smirk had returned, but his eyes were filled with something softer. Something only you got to see. Something that you wanted to see for the rest of your life just from him.

“Still don’t like sharin’,” he muttered. You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t have to.”

And as Logan laced his fingers with yours, leading you towards the mansions garden to take a relaxing stroll through the green and white landscape after this unpleasant encounter, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the man who’d fight the world to keep you by his side.

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And weirdly enough, you never saw Mr. Reed after that, not even at the parent evenings. I wonder why...

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hannahdalaney-blog · 15 days ago

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melting

clark Kent x plus-size reader

a new man obsession :(

It was impossible to not like clark, he was so sweet and caring, not to mention how hot he was. He was so tall you had to actively look up at him, his broad shoulders made him look massive. What normal woman would not have a massive crush on him? The problem is of course you had no chance with him.

A man like clark always had supermodel girlfriends. Sure he was nerdy and a little shy but that just made him even hotter. You're sure he's wrapped around some insanely hot girls finger. Still, it's nice to think about, and he's a good friend even if that's all he is.

It was crazy hot today, so you wore a dress which was your first mistake. The fabric was already a little form fitting but it clung to your skin even more in the heat. By the time you made it to work your hair was frizzy, put in a rushed ponytail, your dress was a second skin, and your face was so flushed you had to have looked like a tomato.

"hey!" clark swiveled in his chair, looking perfect as always.

"hey" it came out breathless and quieter than you wanted. You took your seat right next to clark, his desk was pressed up against the side of yours. You don't remember it being this close in the beginning but somehow they're smooshed together.

"I-I got you that drink you like" he looks you up and down, shifting in his seat. You thank him before taking the cup in your hand, it was just juice from this place a block over. Nothing too crazy about it you just like it better from there and of course clark remembered that.

"I know, I look a mess" you sigh, his staring was so embarrassing.

"no, no you look great!" he cleared his throat.

"I'm practaically melting" you giggle

"it's a good melting" now he was breathless. You would blush if your face wasn't already so red.

"thanks?" you sigh, "I wanted to look nice today" you sip on your drink pouting a little.

"why got a date?" jimmy perked up from seemingly nowhere, his brows wiggling. You huff a laugh ignoring how stiff clark gets.

"no, but I wanted someone to notice me" you avoid looking at clark, refusing to give him any reason to think you wanted him to notice you.

"oh? got a little crush??" jimmy was fully leaning on your desk now.

"yeah but, I don't know he's just so perfect" you bite the straw in your mouth before setting the cup down.

"you gonna ask him out? Can I be there when you do?" you roll your eyes and jimmy smiles.

"I don't know..." you shift in your seat. "I mean I don't think he'd be mean about it but there's no way he would say yes" you glance at clark but you can't read the look on his face.

"ask him anyway, the worst he could say in no" you scoff, that is not the worst thing he could say. Jimmy pushes himself off your desk once Lois shows up.

"do you think I should ask him out?" you spin your chair a little to face clark more. His fist were clenched but he didn't look angry.

"yeah, any guy would be lucky to have you" he sounded so sad, like it physically hurt him to get the words out.

You didn't notice how you've cooled down until you flush again. He was so sweet, maybe this was for the best? Telling him and getting it out there might help you get over him faster.

"uh clark? Do you wanna see a movie with me this weekend?" you didn't look at him as you asked.

"a movie?"

"yeah, like a movie....movie date" you squeaked out the last part. Part of you hoped he didn't hear it, this was so much scarier than you thought.

"thank god," he relaxed into his chair "I was really scared you were gonna ask out some other guy"

"so.." you were practically shaking in your seat.

"oh, yeah of corse! I'll go anywhere you want" you finally relaxed your own body. Clark said yes, he wants to go on a date with you.

#plus size reader #fem reader #chubby reader #clark kent #superman #clark x reader #superman x reader #x reader

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jobean12-blog · 6 months ago

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Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You and Bucky are neighbors and you’ve been subtly flirting for weeks so when his Birthday comes around you make him his favorite treat.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by a lovely little ask my dear friend @lizette50 and because I love these gifs and Bucky and it’s his birthday! Yay! Thanks a bunch sweets and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: cookies and fluff and sweetness🥰

Knock, knock.

“Shit.”

“Bucky? You there?”

“Shit, shit. Fuck.”

“I can hear you.”

“One sec doll.”

He puts down his food and sighs, assessing the damage.

“Fuck.”

The moment he opens the door he forgets the sauce on his shirt, the sight of you stealing all coherent thoughts from his brain.

“You…ok?” you ask as your eyes fall to the red stains on his crisp white shirt and metal arm. “Did you and Alpine get in a fight?”

He laughs. “Nah doll. Just made a mess eatin’ dinner. Come on in.”

He moves aside and holds his door open. You brush past him, and he gets hit with a whiff of the smell of your shampoo, his eyes closing involuntarily and his chest expanding with an inhale.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you cheer, turning and throwing your arms around his neck.

For a moment he’s too shocked to move but then he circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.

“Shit!” he says again.

“More shit?” you ask as you laugh into his chest.

“I probably got sauce on you now!” he explains as you slowly pull away and look down at your shirt.

“Looks like I managed to stay clean,” you giggle. “But whatever that is it looks good.”

“It is,” he responds.

You look back down at the stain on his shirt and swipe your finger through the sauce, lifting it to your lips.

“Mm, definitely yummy.”

His eyes fall to your lips and track the movement of your tongue when you lick them clean.

“Want some?” he says, his voice hoarse.

“After I clean you up.”

You grab his metal hand and bring him to the sink, carefully sliding it under the water until most of the sauce washes off.

“I think there’s still some in between the pieces,” you muse as you turn his wrist back and forth.

“I can get that out,” he says with a smile.

You watch as he steps back and removes his shirt, then with a few smooth movements detaches his arm from his shoulder. When he opens the dishwasher you can’t stop your giggle.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yup. Works great!”

“But we can’t put your shirt in there…”

You tap your chin and then call him back to the sink. Using the cold water, you run the back of the stained section under the water then use the dish soap to gently massage the spot.

“If it’s still not out after we do this a couple of times we can try some white vinegar. Then you can wash it.”

“Thanks doll face.”

“No problem!”

He waits patiently as you work out the stain and when you’re satisfied you hand him back his shirt.

“Wow, not bad!” he says.

You preen with a lift of your chin and a smile and then grab his food, being sure to lean over the counter so when you take a bite the sauce drips onto the foil.

“Mm,” you say through a mouthful. “Worth the stain.”

“You can have the rest,” he says.

“Nah, just wanted a taste.”

You look up and find him staring at your mouth.

“What?”

He steps closer, tentatively lifting his hand and brushing the pad of his thumb along the corner of your mouth.

“Sauce,” he explains before licking it off his finger.

You swallow hard and give him a breathy thanks. The silence stretches between you and the tension builds until finally you blurt out, “I made cookies…for your birthday.”

“Cookies?” he repeats as if the word is alien.

“Yeah. That’s why I came over. To tell you I made cookies.”

“I love cookies.”

“I know you do.”

“Can I have one?” he asks. “Or five.”

“You can have as many as you want. Come on, I just took them out of the oven before I came by.”

“Hang on doll, just lemme get my arm.”

He opens the door to the dishwasher and slides out the rack, grabbing his metal arm. With ease he pops it back onto his shoulder and does a quick set of movements to make sure it’s comfortable.

When he meets you by the door you grab his metal wrist and search the spot where the sauce spilled.

“Really does work,” you say with a smile.

“Every time,” he answers with a wink.

Sliding your fingers down toward his hand you close them around his and tug him out the door and across the hall.

As soon as you get into your apartment you’re enveloped in the smell of buttery sweetness and melted chocolate.

Bucky lets out a wanton moan. “Man, it smells good in here.”

Once you’re in the small kitchen you hand him a napkin and a cookie, watching as he bites off half of it.

He closes his eyes and pops the other half in.

“More please.”

You slide the plate over. “Have as many as you want Buck. They’re for you.”

He grabs another and eats it, the crumbs falling and sprinkling all over his white tank top. Your eyes fall to his chest, and he follows your gaze.

“Oh man. I’m such a…”

“You’re fine,” you tell him. “Cookies make crumbs.”

You gently slide your hand over his chest and brush the crumbs off and onto the counter.

“And they don’t stain,” you say with a chuckle.

“Not unless it’s melty chocolate chips.”

You agree with a nod and bite into a cookie.

“See now you have some melted chocolate on your chin,” he points out.

“Oh.”

You reach up to wipe it clean, but he beats you to it, his thumb lingering on the spot as his eyes wander over your face.

“Thanks for making me cookies doll.”

“Of course,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

He doesn’t remove his thumb from the corner of your mouth and leans in closer. His free hand cups the other side of your face and his eyes fall to your lips.

You stop breathing when his mouth finds yours, tender and hungry all at once. The kiss is worshipful but clearly restraining an appetite like you’ve never experienced.

As soon as his lips connect with yours, your fingers curl into his tank top, and his metal hand leaves your face to slide slowly down your back and flatten the front of your body against his.

He moans like he’s never tasted anything so good in all his life and he needs more to survive. He comes up for a brief gasp of air, searching your face for any sign of apprehension and when he sees only the same desire reflected in your eyes, he dives back in.

Bucky’s phone goes off, jolting you both out of the moment. He breaks the kiss, his breathing harsh and he stares at your mouth for a few long moments before reaching into his pocket.

“Sam,” Bucky says with a growl into the phone.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Sam sings from the other side. “How’s it goin’?”

Bucky smiles at you, tightening his hold at your back and keeping you tucked close.

“Thanks. Best birthday ever and I’m gonna have to call you back later.”

Before Sam gets the chance to say goodbye, Bucky hangs up, his phone falling to the counter as his lips find yours again.

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confessionsandcreampies · 2 months ago

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꒰ when you take the lead ꒱ྀི　

— eita otoya; the playboy who got played

he thought he had it in the bag. otoya was used to being the one who left girls speechless. boneless. breathless. he was all about control, seduction, rhythm, pace. it was a game to him, a ballet of sweat and low groans and eye contact that didn’t break even when he was pounding into someone hard enough to shake the damn bed frame.

so when you laughed and called him ‘pretty boy’, with that smug little grin like you already knew how this would go, he just chuckled. sure. sure, let him impress you.

but you didn’t let him lead. you didn’t give him time to settle in. you devoured him. he didn’t even understand how it escalated so fast. one moment he was smirking against your neck, making some cocky comment, and the next his hands were slipping, legs shaking, your hips grinding him into the mattress like you wanted to make him beg. his body betrayed him. his usual stamina, the thing he prided himself on, was burning away under your grip like it meant nothing. and god, the way you praised him through it.

“you’re doing so well, baby,”

“letting me use you like this… you like it, don’t you?”

“that’s it, just hold on for me. i know it’s a lot.”

his last memory before passing out was your mouth on his collarbone, whispering, “c’mon, pretty boy… give me one more.”

when he wakes his chest is slick with sweat, muscles trembling, mouth parted like he’s still catching his breath. you’re beside him, draped in nothing but a towel, sipping water like nothing happened, and then you smile.

“you did really well, eita. i mean it. i haven’t had someone last that long in a while.”

he blinks and tries to sit up. immediately regrets it. “that… what the hell just happened?”

you tilt your head, all innocent, almost sweet. “i was just about to start feeling good, too… shame you blacked out.”

he stares. stunned. speechless. his whole identity is unraveling. you giggle.

“but don’t worry, pretty boy. we’ll try again. next time, maybe you’ll last long enough to make me come.”

and that’s when he knows, he’s obsessed.

— oliver aiku; the captain who lost control

oliver aiku didn’t even think it was possible. he had experience. technique. endurance. that body—chiseled, golden, and cocky as hell—was built to perform under pressure. on the field or in bed, he always delivered. always had girls begging, trembling, ruined under him while he barely broke a sweat.

so when you walked in smiling like a secret, trailing your fingers along his abs and saying, “i hope you can keep up, captain…”

he’d smirked, bit his lip, and said something filthy about cardio training and letting you ride his face for warm-up.

mistake.

you flipped the whole thing. he didn’t get to lead. you pushed him down, straddled him like you owned him, and his brain turned to static. your rhythm was brutal, relentless and grinding, precise enough to make his vision white out at the edges. he tried to hold onto your hips, steady himself. you slapped his hands away.

“no touching. i’m doing the work this time.”

he moaned loud, choked, unfiltered. he didn’t even know he could sound like that. every time he came, you didn’t stop. you just kept going, praising him, teasing him, riding his orgasm into the next one like you wanted to see him unravel completely.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“come again. that’s it. just like that.”

“i thought pro athletes could handle more than this.”

he lost track of time. of his body. of his name. when his eyes rolled back and everything went black, the last thing he remembered was your voice, laughing softly.

“finally… now stay still.”

when he wakes he’s flat on his back. the room smells like sweat and sex. he’s still twitching. heart rate spiking like he just finished sprint drills. and then he hears your voice.

“mmm… that was fun. you’ve got great stamina, oliver.”

he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

you lean over, kiss the sweat on his cheek, and coo, “but next time, try not to pass out when i’m just starting to feel good, okay?”

he nearly whimpers. the captain whimpers. you just pat his chest and grin.

“you’ll do better next round. right, captain?”

his dick twitches. and right then, oliver aiku swears he’s found god and she ride like a demon.

— ryusei shidou; the monster who met his match

shidou ryusei lived for the sick, twisted, beautiful mess of it all. he liked his partners loud, ruined, breathless. he loved hearing them cry for him, scratch him, mark him, beg him to slow down or not stop. shidou fed on it, unhinged and unrelenting, chasing the next high like a junkie with a hard-on and a god complex.

so when you grinned and said, “i hope you’re not all talk, monster,” he barked out a laugh, grabbed your face, and snarled, “baby, i’m gonna ruin you.”

another mistake. because the second things started, you flipped it on him like you were made for this, like you knew exactly how to ride the devil until he was the one crying for more. you scratched down his chest, bit into his lip, whispered filth into his ear like a spell, and rode him like a machine built to break monsters.

and shidou? shidou was losing his mind. “fuck—fuck, wait—what the fuck is this—”

his hands shook. his thighs flexed. every time he thought he had a second to breathe, you clenched around him and ground your hips just right and that breath turned into a ragged moan ripped from his soul. he drooled. actually drooled.

and when you leaned down, tongue dragging along his throat, saying,

“you said you’d ruin me… this feel like winning to you?”

“you’re twitching, baby. you gonna pass out on me?”

“let’s see how much of that freak stamina is just bark.”

he whimpered. a helpless, strangled sound. shidou fucking ryusei. then his legs gave out. he came again and again. and then, he passed out.

when he wakes it’s dark. his body is sore in places he didn’t know had nerves. his heart’s racing. he’s covered in sweat, half-hard still, and twitching like he just ran 10k straight with no subs. and there you are. kneeling beside him, sipping from his water bottle, smirking like you didn’t just break the devil’s spirit.

“you did so good, shidou. really. most people tap out way earlier.”

he groans. tries to speak, fails.

“such a good boy,” you coo. “i was just starting to really enjoy myself, too. shame you blacked out.”

he growls. actually tries to stand, only to collapse again. you lean over and whisper in his ear, “wanna go again when you can walk? or did the monster finally meet someone scarier?”

his dick twitches. he’s gonna be obsessed with you. stalking you. dreaming about you. begging for a rematch he can’t win.

you? you just wink. “next time, ryusei… maybe try to keep up.”

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aribluedreams · 2 months ago

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Slytherin Boys Reacts

Slytherin Boys x fem!reader!

Summary: You kiss them out of the blue.

Warnings: none. Pure fluff. You can find this in my old tiktok.

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Mattheo Riddle.

At first you thougt it was going to be really difficult to take Mattheo by surprise. He was always very aware of his sorroundings and didn’t really let his guard down. Sometimes not even with his brother, who he obviously knew his whole life. So, you were a bit surpresie that your plan worked. Because you found him alone in one of the corridors near the Slytherin Common room, resting against the wall while trying to lit up a cigarrette.

You say it as the perfect oportunity, sneaking around to get closer to him as subtley as possible, before jumping on him to kiss his cheek the same way he did yesterday, when you weren’t paying attention to anything. It was simple, fast, and now you had to run for your life before he got the chance to process what you just did.

“What…?”

You manage to hear his voice, asking himself what just happened. But you didn’t stay to listen to it, trying to run away from him as far as possible, with no luck at all. Because it took him a second to come back to life, moving behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, raising you from the ground a bit, manteining you captive in between his embrace.

“Nooo”

You didn’t even have time to enjoy your victory, not even laugh about it, because he already got you in his arms, ready to not let you go again. Although, the good thing about it is that you heard him chuckle near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that told him everything he needed to know. It made you relaxed even, letting your weight go on him while he turned you around to face you. To kiss you properly.

“You didn’t think you could get away just like that, did you?”

Tom Riddle

Surprising Tom was extremely difficult, for not saying impossible. You knew that, he knew that, his brother knew that, pretty much every student there knew that. That’s why you didn’t exactly try to take him by surprise. Instead, you use the privilege that came with being his girlfriend, sitting next to him in one of the sofas the common room had.

He didn’t look up from his book, nor did he say anything about how close you were with him. He knew that most of the time you were around him like that, relaxing next to him without having to actually start a conversation. He liked that, you liked that, everything was perfect. So, he didn’t mind the silence, inhaling your scent, that he knew by memory by that point.

That was his first mistake.

Becuase he relaxed. He relaxed himself enough to allow you to lean on him like you normally did, before striking at him with a kiss to his cheek. Again, fast and simple, but this time you make it mean a lot, becuase it was the first time he realiced just how much he could let his walls down when he was with you.

You didn’t hear those thoughts tho, standing up from the sofs as fast as you could, running to your room. Your giggles could be hear from where he was looking your direction like he couldn’t believe you manage to make that. Like he couldn’t believe he was smiling lightly to himself, the book in his hand forgotten long ago, and a sudden realization in his mind that won’t go away anytime soon.

You did get away with it this time.

But you won’t next time.

Theodore Nott

Theo was a pretty chill guy.

He’ve been your friend for as long as you can remember, even if everyday that passed, you convinced yourself just how badly you wanted him to be more than that. Yeah, you liked the friends phase because he was the sweetest boy ever, always so patient with you. But it’s been like this for a couple of weeks, where the only thing you can think about it’s him and how much you wanted him to kiss you.

That’s why you decided to do something about. Taking the opportunity when you saw him sitting at the great hall, playing with his foor without listening to what his friends were rambling about. You thought he was too caught up on his own world, making it the perfect moment to sneak around and stand right behind his body. He even got startled when you put your hands on both of his shoulders, before leaning in to kiss the expose skin of his neck like it was a normal thing for you two.

You even smirk when you felt him shivered under your tocuh, finally letting him go to run away from him, giggling while you take a sit next to your friends at least five places away from him. Next to Pansy, to be more especific, who was waiting for you with a knowing look.

“Nott, you are blushing”

“Shush it, Malfoy”

Regulus Black

Regulus was a the silent guy you loved admiring everytime he was around you. He was tall, handsome, charming, and his eyes were one of your favorites things in the world. Unfortunaly for you, he was from your same house and same year, but he barely interacted with people. He was silent, calm, and didn’t really like people around him, so it was difficult to approach him for something else than asking for a book.

And normally, you were happy with just looking at him from affar, just admiring his beauty like you thought you never did with anyone else. It was okay, until it was not. Until you decided you wanted to be brave and do something about those huge feelings creeping inside you like a monster. That’s why the moment you spot him sitting in one of the library’ table, you decided to stop fearing what could happen.

You sat next to him, tapping his shoulders when he didn’t realice there was someone else next to him. It was the gente touch that made Regulus come back to earth from his book, looking your way before being surprise by your lips crashing against his. It wasn’t even his cheek, this time, you wen’t straight to his lips, taking away his first kiss in the most unique way. In an even more special way when he realiced that the one kissing him was you, his ultime crush.

“That was…” He whispered.

“The best kiss I’ve ever had”

And you didn’t hesitate to answer with a smile.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You loved spending time with Lorenzo, even if it was just chilling around in his room, talking to each other while laying in bed. That was exactly what you two were doing right now, with you resting against his pillow while listening to his rambling about a Ravenclaw boy that helped him make a potion in Snape’s class today.

You were interested in what he was saying, you swore. But you couldn’t help and look at his face with more attention than you normally did. He looked so cute like that, that you ended up kissing him out of the blue, stopping his story so he could kiss you back properly.

He didn’t even question you, actually. Neither did he attemp to stop it. He just continue the gesture like it was a normal thing, cupping your face gently to make the kiss more prominent, sharing it until you both couldn’t breath anymore. And, to your surprise, right when you broke appart, he jsut continue with his story like nothing happened.

He was something else.

“I didn’t know Ravenclaw’s liked me that much”

“You really are something else, Enzo”

But you liked it that way.

Blaise Zabini

You and Blaise were pretty confident with your levels of pda. None of you care what others might think when they see you making out in the middle of the hallways. Nor when you walk around the castle holding hands, kissing like it was a sport.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hesitate to stop him in one of the hallways near the Great Hall, taking his hand in yours to turn him around and face you. And when you had him centimetres away from your face, you kissed him like you haven’t seen him in days. Not that he minded considering he reciprocated the gesture, going as far as holding you closer to his chest by the waist.

You realice you weren’t going to be able to scape anymore, smiling through out the kiss, indicating you didn’t mind the improvised make out sesión you yourself created. Who did mind, were his friends, who groan at the sight, knowing they lost Blaise for the rest of the day.

“You to are disgusting”

“So are you, Enzo”

Blaise did flip him off.

Draco Malfoy

Draco and you weren’t in great terms. You even had to admit that sometimes, you liked his friends more than you liked him. But, even like that, you couldn’t deny that teasing him was your favourite hobbie nowadays. Right when you notice just how irritated he could get by only listening to a couple of your words.

That’s what led you to sit next to him on one of the Black Lake benches, interrupting his little talk with Theodore Nott. The same boy who looked at you as if he knew you were up to something not good, smirking almost to himself, keeping his eyes on you two because he knew that was gonna be good.

The idea made you giggle, alerting Draco with your presence, giving him a sense of restlessness that quickily fade away to surprise when you pressed your lips to his. A short kiss but deep enough to let him savour exactly what he has been missing just for fighting against you. And the worst part of it is that you didn’t even let him say anything about it, standing up and walking away like you did nothing of the sort.

The poor guy was in shock.

“Who’s blushin now, uh?”

“Oh piss off, Theodore”

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