#flexing infront of

[abadbadbrujah]

straight guys who go to the gym and have no ass, what are you doing?! why are you here if not for a fat ass? you want the v taper physique but where will that v lead to? to your gluteus minimus? you want the abs but where do they need to? to the quads of a chicken? you've been going to the gym for years 6 days a week 3 hours a day and yet i'm doing more weight on the abductor/inductor machine than you after my 6 months 3 days a week 1 hour a day?

girls like a fat ass and big thighs I can promise you that, more than they like abs, GROW YOUR ASS BOY!!!

[coming-of-age-witch]

sometimes i feel overwhelmed with thoughts and then i remember i had to memorize mutliplication tables of 15 and up until 25 in 2nd grade and that remains the greatest unparalleled misery i felt and will ever feel

[fairy-angel222]

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—your boyfriend does not appreciate you, but his uncle toji does.

pairing: toji x fem! reader

content: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praise, a little degradation, toji’s hot ass has tattoos, belly bulge, cumming inside you

You couldn’t really pinpoint when things went wrong. When your boyfriend just lost interest in you. You couldn’t even date back the last time you had been fucked. Simply turning his body when you tried to start something, or using the excuse that he wasn’t in his mood and that you needed to stop being so needy.

But how could you? You just needed to feel something. Anything. You were so tired of using your fingers when he left for work. Or the shower head on your clit when you showered alone, which was now always.

Your relationship was failing, but you couldn’t find it in you to break up with him.

You were quite confused when your boyfriend invited you over for a dinner at his parents. Getting to meet all his family as he introduced you with a wide smile, hands on the small of your back to guide you from person to person.

There was somebody who stuck out like a sore thumb. And you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man was probably twice your age and most definitely twice your size. Tall, broad and muscular with tattoos of all shapes and sizes trailing down his neck and onto his toned arms.

You swallowed hard, ignoring the heat you felt in between your legs as you ogled the greek god infront of you. With his messy black hair and dark eyes, a smirk spread across his handsome face as he tilted his head to stare you down. Hands in his pockets as he strolled towards you, your hand gripping your boyfriend’s shirt as you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller under his gaze.

“Now who’s this pretty thing?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you with the subtle bite of his lip as he let his gaze run over your figure. “You’re not gonna introduce your lil ole uncle to your girlfriend?”

Your boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes and pulling you closer into him. “I have no need to. Now beat it.”

You frowned at his harsh tone. Toji’s hands raising in defense as he chuckled. “Just trynna be nice.” His smirk widening when he turned to face you fully. “Now, what’s your name doll?”

Your knees grew weak at the deep rasp of his voice, avoiding eye contact when you felt yourself face getting hot. “uh.. y/n, my name’s y/n.”

Toji hummed, grabbing hold of your hand and bending down to place a kiss to the back of it. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He winked.

“Okay that’s enough. You can go now.” Your boyfriend fumed, your eyes never leaving the older man’s as he took his leave, leaving you with a short. “Nice to meet ya, doll” before he walked away.

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend’s words. “What? Baby why? Your family seems so nice we can’t just leave.” You tried to convince him.

“We can when you’re looking at my fucking uncle like he’s a five course meal.”

You resisted the urge to scoff, maybe you wouldn’t have to if he did what he was supposed to. “I promise you, i wasn’t. Now let’s at least enjoy an hour for dinner before we leave. Okay?”

Your boyfriend only scoffing before shrugging your arm off of him and walking away into the kitchen.

Great. This was just what you needed.

The dinner was awkward for you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t talk to you and kept glaring at his uncle. Who only added fuel to the fire by sending short smirks your way, his muscles flexing as he ate.

You couldn’t help the way your face flushed, fidgeting with the food in your plate as you bit down on your lip.

“Y/n, dear? Are you okay?” your boyfriend’s mother asked in genuine concern. “You have barely touched your food honey.”

You gave her a smile. “Sorry, i’m just feeling a little sick right now.”

“Oh dear, would you like to go to the bathroom? Darling, show her the way.” his mom insisted. Your boyfriend not even sparing you a glance when he spoke, “I’m sure she knows the way, mom.”

You sighed, a piece of you missing the relationship you once had. Giving a tight lipped smile and assuring her that you knew the way before getting out of your seat and heading to the nearest bathroom.

You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, rubbing at the bridge of your nose while telling yourself to get your act together. You gasped when the door swung open. A smirking Toji closing the door behind him and leaning onto it, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

“You know, for a girl pretty like you, you sure are stupid.” He laughed, “Don’t you see you deserve better than my scumbag of a nephew?” Closing the gap between you two until you were backed up against the sink’s counter.

Toji’s hand reached up to stroke gently under your cheek, trailing his finger across your lip as he bent his neck to look down at you. In turn looking up at him through your lashes when his other hand held onto your waist.

“You gotta know how a real man treats a lady. How a real man fucks. You want that doll?” Waiting for your shy nod of approval before sitting you on the cool marble top. Your legs hooked around his waist and your hands gripping the counter’s edge when his rough lips met yours. Kissing you hard before trailing soft bites down your neck, careful enough to not leave any marks.

You let out a moan, Toji’s hands moving to peel off his shirt so his rock hard abs were on display. Grinding lightly onto the hard surface with a whimper at the full sight of black ink spread across his pale skin. A grin on his face when he went back to attacking your neck, hand slipping under your dress and pressing against the heat of your panties.

“This wet for me already? I’m flattered.” His fingers making their way to rub between your folds through the side of the fabric. Collecting your wetness before dipping a finger into you. “Think you can take it doll? You’re so fucking tight. Practically a virgin again, how long’s it been since you were given a good fuck?”

You truly didn’t know the answer for yourself. Only moaning as Toji pulled off the lace material, spreading your legs wider and pulling his thick cock out the confinements of his jeans. You whimpered when Toji stroked his length, the size being bigger than anything you’d seen before. “‘S alright, ‘m gonna mold her round my cock.” he groaned, lining up with your sopping hole before slowly thrusting into you.

“Nnhg— so big, T-Tojii— can’t take it.” you mewled, Toji’s hand latching over your mouth to muffle your pleas as he forced himself deep into you. “Gonna make it fit doll, just sit real pretty for me and take it yeah?”

You nodded with a shaky moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick girth as he bottomed out inside you. Grunting heavily at how tight you were around him, his cock so deep that he could see himself bulging in your stomach through the thin fabric of your dress.

Toji started off slowly. Your moans increasing in volume as he sped up. The burning sensation turning into nothing but pleasure as he fucked into you, ricking your body back and forth with each thrust.

Toji’s hand fell from your lips, the tattooed skin finding itself wrapped snugly around your neck instead. His cock grazing your gummy spot as he leaned into your ear. “This is exactly what you need doll. Need me to fuck that pretty little pussy so good.” he grunted. “Exactly what your dumb boyfriend failed to do.”

You could only let out a cry, your smaller hands holding tightly onto the arm around your throat. Digging your nails into his flesh as you moaned out into the air. Your lips parted in a string of mewls as the older man’s cock pierced deep into the depths of your insides. Fucking perfectly into your g spot before bullying its way to the entrance of your cervix.

The unfamiliar sensation making you cry out even louder as your head fell back. “T-toji- ahh— so good Toji, feels s’ good.” you cried, your legs trembling around him with curled toes.

“Careful now doll, as much as i would love for him to hear me fucking you right, there’s other people out there.” he teased, your pussy clenching when your eyes met his. Your eyes glassy and your head fuzzy as you were fucked into oblivion.

Letting out a whimper when his grip tightened unintentionally on your throat. Drool falling past the sides of your lips as your eyes fixed on his v line, up to his abs then further until you reached his face. Finding his dark irises staring back down at you hungrily before pulling you closer to him.

His large body swallowing yours when he pressed you up against him. Your moans and cries getting noisy again as you felt yourself getting close. “Tojiii— nnh, ‘m so c-close, ahh— gonna cum.”

“Yeah doll? Close f’ me? Gonna make a mess on this old man’s cock?” he rasped, broad hips still rolling hard into yours as he watched your mouth hang open slightly, your eyes rolling back before closing completely as you reached your high.

Body shaking and pussy spasming around him as your pussy held onto his cock like a vice, letting out a choked scream muffled by Toji’s knowing kiss as you came. Squirting messily onto his cock with the quiver of your hips.

“So fucking hot.” Toji groaned as he pulled away from you. Your breathing noticeably heavy as he fucked you through the aftermath of your orgasm. “Fuck, gonna cum. Where’d you want it?” he breathed.

And you let out a mewl as his thrusts grew sloppy, veiny cock twitching against your walls as he got ready to release. “Fuck, gotta hurry up and tell me doll.”

“Nnhg— inside, want you inside.” you moaned, “C-cum inside me.. please.”

Toji’s pupils dilated and his grin grew wide. “You’re a slutty one in disguise aren’t ya? ‘S my pleasure baby.” His thrusts becoming merciless as he slammed into you. Using your pussy to stroke his cock as you choked out little cries at the fast pace.

“Fuck, gon’ fill you up so good.” he panted, “Gon’ stuff you so full that you’ll be begging to be my good girl again.” his cock throbbed, “Shit— there we go, that’s it doll.” Spilling spurts of his hot cum into your cunt. Making you moan at how easily he filled you up.

Toji gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out as he helped you put back on your panties. Trapping his seed deep inside you with a hum. “Feel better doll?” he smirked, giving you a short kiss to your lips and laughing as you tried to not let him go.

“Come back to me when you gain some sense and drop that asshole, okay? I’ll be waiting.” Pulling his shirt back on and tucking himself into his boxers, giving you a wink before trying to fix his hair. Your eyes glued onto his back as he walked out the bathroom door.

Leaving you touching your lips that just felt his tongue. Your heart beating faster before you were startled by hard knocking on the door followed by your boyfriend’s voice. “Can you hurry up in there? You’re making my mother think you’re dying or something.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, thoughts of Toji plaguing your mind and keeping you calm. “Coming!”

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 real mature... | various (i mean it) hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; someone asks you out infront of your boyfriend while you're on a date, how do they react ?!

love mail — this is a lot because its short and i literally dk what to write 💔 YES im sqgeism and lost movitation after two weeks ゜゜(´O｀)°゜atp i'll make a tiktok bc this is NOT me.. 5 million metaphors and unnecessary poetic language imy

anaxa just looks offended. death stares them till they get a hint and makes sure to be much closer to you the whole date. he does NOT play and if you try he's bashing someones head in.

no one is approaching you with mydei around.. lets be real.. but in the hypothetical that it DOES happen.. all he has to do is smile and have his hand hold onto their shoulder a bit too tightly. there will be NO ONE flirting w his soulmate.

phainon knows he's too pretty to leave so he does NOT care. his facecard got him here and NOBODY is taking that place 🤦‍♀️ tells 'em to read the room while kissing your forehead.

jing yuan is totally the person who lets them shoot their shot, smiling the entire time as he knows you'd never choose anyone else. however, it does get to a point, and he takes your hand into his while scoffing. "can't quite compare, can you?"

caelus totally pushes you towards them like "oh yes, one burden off my back!" before quickly pulling you back into his arms, back pressed against his chest as he looms over you, glaring at the guy. "kidding, fuck off."

blade stares. sends them off running and mutters "it works every time."

aventurine places a stack of bills in their hand and mutters a quick "don't do this again." before taking you away from the place, hand VERY intentionally caressing your waist while he does.

they trip before they get too close, totally not because of il dan heng's tail. probably also gets whacked in the face while they're on the floor, and you don't even notice because he starts talking about taking you to a fancy dinner while walking away.

you have to be the one to pull dr. ratio away because he's about to drop a building on some idiot. kidding... kind of. he has that look in his eyes that convinces you he's thinking about it.

acts nonchalant about it in the moment, gallagher has them blacklisted from every bar you frequent in the next. NEVER happening again

who the hell is messing with the silvermane guards partner 💔 gepard thinks about it happening and makes himself upset over a fictional scenario.

"taken. move on." moze is quick to the point with a sharp glare, proudly flexes his promise ring to you and continues on with the date. doesn't even try to get away cause he knows he's got you.

"as if you could handle alla that." boothill knows he'll be 10x the man of ANYONE despite being 90% machine. carries you over his shoulder to prove a point, but apologizes if you get embarrassed LMAO

[fulloflambing]

࣪ . ִֶָ๋ CAPITANO: husband headcanons ♡

pairing: capitano x afab!reader/you warnings: reader is addressed as 'wife', canon and modern!au cho's note: the kinich one did rlly good, so now lets try it with our big boi hehe. happy reads everyone! lmk if u guys want an nsfw ver. of either/both characters ;3

this man is the definition of YEARNING.

he wasnt comfortable with the label of him being your boyfriend. with all his eternal affection and love for you? to just be a mere boyfriend? absolutely not. he just HAD to be your husband. proposed the moment he realized he loved you.

definitely proposed with a big stone :p

wears his ring 24/7 and kisses it whenever your not around and he misses you dearly.

he abuses the power of his mask and never misses the chance to stare and just admire your beauty. underneath his mask his eyes are full of love and admiration for you.

discreetly clingy. if your going out somewhere he wants to go with you 'to keep you safe' or he 'needed to pass by that area later anyway'.

hates taking off his helmet, but never stops you from sliding it off of his head to shower him with praise.

his nicknames for you are my love, dear, darling, prince/princess

his love language for you is physical touch, and words of affirmation

his favorite spots to kiss you on is your forehead, lips, the palm of your hands and your knuckles.

engraved your initials into his sword, and because of that he makes sure he takes good care of it always.

his kisses are always slow and intimate.

he is a quick-kisses or pecks HATER. he has to kiss you for atleast 10 seconds. he doesn't care if hes late, if theres someone right infront of you— he kisses you like its the last time, everytime.

more of a listener than a speaker

he likes to go on dates or do activities with you where you both have to talk to eachother a lot. like fine dining dates, late night walks or driving!

very touchy in private. he likes to snake his arm around your waist, pull your hair to the side and kiss the back of your neck.. hes just addicted to praising and carressing your body.

ever since he married you, he absolutely despises overtime. he gets bossier and meaner to his subordinates when he realizes he might have to stay a little later to supervise them. sometimes he even leaves his job or his expeditions early just to get home to you.

frequently brings you gifts. a bouquet of rare flowers, a jewelry set with special ore customized just for you, lavish wine.. you name it.

never wants to argue with you. the second you tell him he's wrong, he just immediately agrees with you, spewing "yes ma'am." "your absolutely right. i didn't think of it properly.. apologies my love."

ever since he married you, he likes to subtly flex he has you as his wife.

"Sorry, i must end this conversation early. My wife is waiting on my presence." and you can just HEAR how cocky he is to say that.

writes you longgggg letters when he has to get away from business for awhile.

regarding his letters, he made you scribble/draw a design which he got custom made to become his wax seal for said letters :) a very keen man

got you a coat matching his own!

when your crying, he likes to hug you in silence, just letting you soak him in your tears. when you've calmed down, he tells you hes there to listen if you want to talk about your feelings, and theres no problem of yours hes not willing to help you solve. in his mind, your pain is his own, and he'll always be there to support you through any troubles.

very possessive. he wants people to know your his, and hes yours.

princess treatment on TOP. carries you easily when your tired of walking, idly massages your hands or feet when your both lounging together, regularly brings you flowers

during misunderstandings, he likes to take a minute of silence to compose himself and his thoughts to make sure he doesnt say anything he doesnt mean

likes to properly sit down with you to talk out problems between the both of you, and keeps an open mind. he doesnt rush you or cut you off when your talking about your feelings, and lets you know hes present and he cares about how you feel

takes extra time and effort after an argument to remind you he loves you.

overall, capitano is a very romantic lover despite his cold resolve, and honors your wishes with his life.

[eleu22]

What Task Force 141’s Houses Would Look Like

John Price

- he lives in a cabin I cannot be convinced otherwise.

- very rustic, defo goes fishing or hunting for fun in his spare time

- likes to be away from the city

- its maximalist in kind of an organised chaos way he can find whatever he need’s immediately but to anyone else it looks kind of insane

- he’d be cleaner if he lived with someone - but yaknow #singledad

- very homey, warm vibes

- if the apocalypse ever hit you’d wanna be here, it’s decked out, secluded, he’s a bit of a doomsday prepper

- has once pissed outside to ‘mark his territory’ but you couldn’t torture that information out of him

- defo has that one room that is mysteriously locked and refuses to elaborate on when asked about it (Gaz secretly thinks it’s really cool) (it probably just has his fishing gear)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- very chic, cool tones

- screams “I did economy as an A-Level but I use pinterest”

- probably has had some type of dinner party with the 141 just to subtly flex to them that “in another life I was an interior designer”

- also defo cooks something with wine just, again to subtly flex his culture capital (he just wants some approval guys bless him)

- plant father - cannot be convinced otherwise

- very organised, keeps it pretty clean unless he’s feeling lazy which isn’t very often

- definitely has a record player - do not mention it or he will go on about how it “just sounds better” (with Price in the background nodding in agreement - but in an old man way)

- somewhere has a box of stuff that doesn’t fit his aesthetic but it’s shit he needs to keep anyways

John “Soap Mactavish

- messy as fuck, no rhyme or reason to it he just puts stuff down, forgets its there and thats just where it lives now COUGH man-child COUGH

- puts some of his drawings up on his walls

- defo has a comic book collection and some action figures

- bunch of childhood shit he refuses to throw away - criminal hoarder

- he likes the messy kind of boyish charm it has, every time his mom comes over she scolds him for it

- a bunch of stuff he’s collected from different places he’s gone, he’ll usually grab some stuff while on deployment if he has any free time, like snow globes or whatever

- went to Greece once and got one of those wooden dicks and finds it so funny, he says it’s the living room’s ‘conversation piece’

- he’s pretty clean when on base aswell, it’s just without the millitary’s structure or someone literally forcing him to clean up he doesn’t really care - it’s his house anyways

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- um

- yikes

- yeah you can tell he doesn’t really like spending time at home on leave

- the singular chair infront of the tv is so sad

- king of minimalism - if that’s what you wanna call it ig

- doesn’t bother decorating or getting anything past the bare essentials because what’s the point?

- doesn’t care it’s a shithole, he can afford a better house, but it kind of reminds him of home back in Manchester (crying)

- definitely chain smokes in his bathroom

- he’s got a treadmill there somewhere

- has a box full of his family’s belongings under his bed (crying again)

- no mirrors, only a small one in the bathroom to shave

- only item of decoration is a snow globe Soap gave him once, it sits next to his bed

[starlinggirll]

art falling in love with his nutritionist!reader?

TW: heavy implications of ed, pathetic art...

he hated. HATED. his last nutritionist. tashi hired her, and having tashi and a nutritionist on his ear telling him what to eat and what not to eat was enough to make him want to eat nothing at all.

he might've developed an ed...he doesn't pay much attention to it tho. all he knows is that since his retirement and divorce he hasnt been eating...like at all. he feels guilty whenever he does so much as think about fast food, but when he tries to eat healthy food he gets the urge to throw up. so he does the mature thing and gets a nutritionist.

he's scared, in lack of better words. he doesn't want to repeat the same cycle he had with his old nutritionist. you were coming to his house, and god was he nervous. yet when you arrived, he couldn't deny how pretty you were. hair in a blowout, hands neatly clasped infront of you. and your smile was oh so sweet and eased his heart. "hi!" you stuck your hand out, and his much bigger hand shook your smaller one.

"hey," he smiled back and stepped back so you could come in. he offers you a seat on his counter, and he leans against it. his biceps flexing subconsciously as he smiles awkwardly. with you sensing his nervousness you start questioning him about his eating habits, past and present. he's open, about his old nutritionist, possible ed and all of his struggles. he feels like he's in a therapy session with how you listen to him attentively.

"so you have trouble eating?" you ask softly and he nods. "yeah, i just cant find myself actually digesting it. specially if i want to keep a good physique." you hum, nodding as you look up at him. he swears he could get lost in your eyes.

"well you know you can add a few sweets and oils every now and then, right?" you say slowly, almost if talking to a child. he stays quiet, he has been told to not eat eats and/or oils at all. "c'mon." you take out a chocolate bar and he internally cringes at the sight. "we each get a bite, 'kay?" you take a small bite. humming at the flavor. "okay your turn," you pass the chocolate to him, looking at him expectantly.

he gulps, frowning. "i really cant." you smile softly at his words. "there's no rush, but you really wont process if you dont start. a few meals wont ruin you."

it takes minutes to try convince art to bite into the chocolate.

an hour later and he's crying into your chest. whining about not being enough and feeling so lost. or atleast that's what you think he's saying, his cries are too much for u to understand completely what he's saying. he clings to you, burying his face into your breasts. your hand rubs his neck up and down as you try to calm him down. "there there...its okay, we'll take it one step at a time, okay?" he nods, fingers curling around your hips.

he doesn't quite remember what happened after that, he just remembers begging you to not leave him and inevitably sleeping in your arms. and when he wakes up, he is greeted by greasy eggs, orange juice and a side of greens.

oh, you're definitely better than his last nutritionist.

[cosmopretty]

꣑୧summary— Paige having the biggest size kink, girl is 6 foot and got them muscles too, I know she’s such a bully in bed

warnings— dom!paige, sub!reader, size kink, dacryphilia, choking, bulge kink, smut, nsfw

You squeal when she pushes you down on her bed, climbing on top of you. Paige’s blond hair falls over her shoulder, as she straddles you “So pretty baby” she mumbles pulling the towel off of your body.

Paige got home right when you were in the middle of taking a shower, she wanted nothing more than to go into the bathroom and fuck you right then and their but she didn’t, she had the patience to wait. The moment you walked out of the shower to see her sitting on your bed, in nothing but a sports bra and shorts, as she pounces on you.

Her head dips into your neck, her breath fanning your neck as she leaves wet opened mouth kisses on your soft skin. Her lips meet that sweet spot on your neck that makes your whole body warm, she sucks on your neck before moving down your body. She kisses down your stomach until she’s right infront of where you needed her most.

“Please don’t tease Paige” You beg her staring at her through your lashes.

She looks up at you through your thighs “Can’t help it baby just so small and pretty under me” she whispers both her big hands holding your thighs open. Her breath fans your folds as she talks causing your hips buckle up and she smirks at the affect she had on you.

Your jaw falls slack as she licks a stripe through your folds, her tongue swirling around your clit. Her hands let go of your thighs as she gets up, you stare at her watching as she grabs the strap and strips of her clothes and puts it on.

Paige climbs back on top of you, her body covering your completely, you eye fall down to her abs, your hand coming to rub the muscles. She rolls onto her back, her hands on your hips pulling you on top of her “Go on baby ride my abs, put that small body to use and give me a show” she commands you moving her hands behind her head as her eyes watch your ever move.

Her abs flex as you push your core onto her, your moves back and forth on her stomach, your clit nudging against her muscles. Your slick covers her stomach as you whine “M can’t Paige, need you- need you please” you beg her stopping your movements not being able to her off without her.

“What? Poor baby can’t do anything by herself, just a useless little girl” She shakes her head staring at you with false disappointment.

She throws you off of her and your back hits the mattress as she hovers over you once again “Huh pretty little baby can’t do a thing for herself, gotta make me do all the work” she says rubbing the strap between your folds as you stare at her with unshed tears in your eyes.

Paige smirks and starts pushing the strap inside of your slowly, you moan at the stretch “too big Paige your too big” you mumble whimpering as the strap almost rips you open.

She shakes her head and her hand becomes to your stomach as she feels the bundle from her strap, inside you. You moan as she pushes down on it “I’m just too big for you baby” she starts moving her hips, thrusting the strap into you.

You moan grabbing onto the blonde girls strop bicep, your nails digging into her skin as she fucks you.

“God Paige- fuck please” you say not knowing what you’re even talking about anymore. Your brain gone to mush as she thrusts into you, the strap hitting that soft spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

She fastens her pace pushing the strap into you faster “Come on baby cum for me” she says her hand pushing harder onto the house in your stomach as tears start to stream down your face.

Paige loved it, the way your body clung to hers, how much bigger she was than you, her strength, all of it.

You feel the band in your stomach start to break as you moan cumming onto her strap. She doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck you with her strap “Good girl” she praises you slowly stopping as she pulls herself out of you.

Her hand comes to your face wiping your tears “So pretty when you cry huh I’m just too big for you” she whispers shushing you.

“Can you give me one more I know you can” Paige tells you her hand moving from your face to your neck, as she squeezes. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as your hands go to hers, to breathe. She watches your struggle under her before loosing her grip, you breathe in and out quickly as she smirks down at you.

Her other hand goes down between your legs, running through your folds as you moan. She thrusts two fingers into you unexpectedly “Fuck Paige” you moan as she starts to move her fingers inside you.

You stare at Paige before pulling her down to kiss you, your lips mesh together as she pushes herself fingers in and out of you. She pushes her tongue into your mouth, while her other hand stays on your neck holding you in place.

She pulls away and looks down at you her finger curling inside you, as your face scrunches she though you were adorable “Love you like this, all pretty and cute under me” she mumbles her mouth agape as she stares at your reactions.

She thrusts her finger deep inside you as her thumb comes to rub circles on your clit “Too much- it’s too much” you whimper at the overstimulated.

Paige shakes her head no “You can take it baby come on” she encourages you.

Your walls start to tighten around her fingers and she fastened her pace knowing you were about to cum. She moves her head down to kiss your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples as you come undone on her fingers.

“P-Paige I can’t” you whine as your juices run down her hand, the overstimulation starting to burn. She stops and looks up at your planting a kiss on your lips as she pulls away from your swollen clit “You did so good for me baby so good” she praises you again lying down next to you, playing with your hair trying to relax you.

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 03.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw, thinking of making this a slow burn but we'll see.

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there, mention of blood, inaccurate medical talk, not proofread

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: i finally got the time to finish this, once exams are over I'll make the necessary edits. enjoy :)

wc: 5.3k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

"that is not a wound."

"its a cut."

"not deep enough to come to me!"

"i thought you said we were friends— is that how you treat your friends hm?" red mused, though his modulated voice is supposed to be monotonous and blank, you've learned to really listen. and you could hear the amusement rolling off of him just like the easy sarcasm that trickles from his tongue.

its been more than a month since red hood came stumbling down your balcony, literally, and from then he's been coming too often. well too often for someone like him. you had thought that would have been the end of your interactions with the infamous vigilante— but life has a need to always prove you wrong.

sometimes he comes twice a week, sometimes he doesn't come a whole week— it was never steady. he came whenever he felt like it. about now you're certain that instead of 'help' , that he could basically get from his other vigilante... colleagues, he simply uses his injuries as an excuse. sometimes his wounds aren't even that bad! just a scratch or a graze, something he could so easily fix himself.

but, in the past days you've gotten to know him, he'd rather die than admit he enjoys your company.

"now you wanna admit we're friends huh?" you scoffed as your rolled your eyes and grumbled under your breath as you walked to the bathroom to get the kit. you were in a particularly ruined mood since you were just about to head to sleep when he rudely and loudly jumped into your apartment through your balcony.

he's more relaxed on your couch now, one arm on the arm rest while the other rested on the back of the couch, his legs spread. you paused infront of him then scoffed before glaring, kicking his feet lightly.

"is a wounded man supposed to sit that relaxed? at least pretend it hurts." you sit beside him and wait with an impatient frown as he rolls off his jacket. the cut is on his bicep, which he deliberately flexes when you look at the cut.

"it doesn't hurt, i have a good tolerance for pain, sunshine." he utters the pet name mockingly and your glare deepens, "it just needs medical attention. you're the one who always says to 'take care'."

you're almost baffled at how teasing and sarcastic he's gotten, he was guarded in the beginning, still sarcastic but more short and reserved. though you'll admit, it feels nice that he feels comfortable enough around you now.

the same goes for you too, you were cautious around him. mindful of your words and tone, barely commenting on the daily shit that goes in gotham, scared that you'd somehow offend the vigilante with a wrong opinion.

now you glared outright, you scolded more— but you even smiled more, treated him normal enough... like an old friend. it felt refreshing, this sense of normalcy with you. maybe because you weren't a vigilante which most people were in his life, or maybe because you were still untainted from the worst horrors of gotham— he doesn't know. all he knows is that he intends to hide this little something he's found, he cannot leave it he knows, far too selfish for that. so he'll keep you hidden from the people from his world, keep you safe from the claws of the crimes.

"right." you rolled your eyes before cleaning the wound, being more firmer than you should and he simply smiles under the helmet. his lack of response, not even a flinch irriates you further so you dress the wound tight, trying to be aggressive.

"you do know its morally wrong to torment a patient." he murmured and you gave him a pointed look, acting like you're done with him. "it is about to be 3 in the morning red. i have work." you remind him, hoping he catches the hint to not irk you further.

"you never told me about your job. what do you do?" he skirts right past your thinly veiled threat and you sigh before tucking in his bandage properly.

"neither have you." you said pointedly before sighing, "animations. its an entry level position right now. but i also do personal projects on the side." you reply still as you clean up, moving around the apartment.

he leans ahead, intrigued to get to know more about you finally, "and you like it? your job i mean."

"well... its hectic yeah, sometimes too much to make me wonder if its all worth it." you shrug as you head to the kitchen and opened your fridge, "but i think everyone with a job thinks that at one point. so its normal. animation is something i loved so it evens out the frustration of work."

you put the tub of ice cream on the counter before fetching a spoon. as he watches from the couch he realises he never steps in your apartment further than the living room, only till the couch and then out. at first he was... simply keeping distance, the rational self in him telling him to keep himself as untangled as possible.

but now he wants to delve deep, to see your life, to see when you're happy— or sad, what you do when you have nothing better to do. its a curiosity he convinces himself, just that.

and even though he knows it dangerous to keep crossing the boundaries he set for himself, he can't help but say why not just this once? blind leap of faith, something that has always disappointed him, something he never does yet he still wants to try.

he gets up and walks in your kitchen and you gulp down the ice cream quickly before waving your hands to stop him and he immediately freezes, wondering if he made a mistake.

"red! your boots!" you pointed out with a grimace, that were caked with dust and mud, "i didn't say anything about them before because you're always hurt and in a hurry— but not in the kitchen please." you plead as politely as possible, you hoped you didn't come off as too nitpicky or high maintenance but you just can't stand shoes in your apartment.

for a minute he just stares, and you try to discern what he's feeling from those slits in his helmet. then he barks out a laugh, leaning a hand against the wall and doubling over.

"shit– my bad." he does not sound apologetic at all though, and your brows furrow as you fail to see how its so funny, "what?"

"nothing. you just—" he paused as he stifles another laugh, taking off his boots carefully before walking to the balcony and keeping them there. he walked back in the kitchen and leaned against the counter beside you, "i wouldn't have been offended even if you said that when i first came here."

he saw how bothered you looked to see him walking with his dirty boots in your apartment, like literally appalled and he just wonders how had you kept in that request for so long?

"it felt a bit wrong to ask a bleeding man to take off his shoes first." you shrugged before digging in the tub, licking the ice cream right off the spoon and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to not follow that action.

"if you don't mind me asking-" you began as you paused, pushing a stool towards him before sitting on one yourself, "you might. since this might be encroaching all that secret vigilante thing." you said hesitantly, giving him an unsure smile before looking away as you carefully worded the question.

"so do you know all the vigilantes? like personally?" you questioned and he released a breath because he honestly thought you'd ask about his identity and he'd have to leave, "like i do see the news time to time, hear things but you're the source so....?"

you looked genuinly curious, no ill intent. just someone who's curious about his life like that of a friend's.

he shuffled on his seat, clearing his throat and you feared you asked wrong, "its not necessary to answer of course."

"i know." he reassured quietly before shrugging, "yeah i do. our interests, kicking gotham's criminal's ass and keeping citizen safe aligns so yes i do know them." he explains as vaguely as possible, carefully wording it and you know it.

"so who's better?" you ask and he blinks.

"what? in who?"

"you and nightwing."

now he's the one who's appalled. the simple question makes him spiral to a whole world of overthinking. his ego might not be able to handle the unfavorable answer.

"wha— the hell is that question?" he scoffed and you shrugged, taking another spoon of ice cream, unbothered. "of course im better!"

"are you sure?"

he knows he doesn't need to take off the mask to get the glare through, you know he's glaring by the way you cheekily laugh, "geez what a fragile ego."

"what, you his fangirl or something?" he scowls and you heartily laugh at that, shaking your head.

"im no vigilante's fan, red. but you can't blame me for wondering you know?" you teasingly nudged his leg with your foot, "alright another question."

"since when did this become a one sided 20 questions?" he grumbled as he folded his arms, wishing for once he did not have the helmet on so he could actually glare at that innocently charming face.

"since you decided to be a little wuss." you cheekily retorted before leaning in towards him, taking the sleeve of your tshirt in your fingers, you rubbed the grime off his helmet. you don't know why but you liked to see it spotless.

while you went back to being unbothered, eating your ice cream like a fucking brat, his heart damn near exploded. did you just do that? it felt more on his skin than it was on the metallic helmet. he forgot to even breathe for a second, still processing— and then getting mildly irritated at the fact that somewhere in his heart he yearns for you to do it again. its stupid, he tells himself, someone he's known for a just a month— someone innocent.

again, painting himself as the darkness that would snuff out the light in you.

"don't do that." he said, sharper than intended, letting his own overthinking get him. you freeze, your hand suspended in air before you awkwardly yet quickly drop the spoon in the almost empty bucket and tuck your hair behind your ear.

"ah my bad."you said, and suddenly it was harder to smile. and he realised he did it again, pushed someone away again. its for the better he tells himself, this would have happened anyway.

"im sorry—"

"its fine." he cuts you off before getting up, "i should probably leave— city doesn't save itself now does it?"

you were a bit stunned, he hadn't acted like this yet in the times he's visited. it was unnerving to not know how to act, how to tackle this side of him because you didn't quite like the distance that suddenly found its way between you both. you know he is a vigilante, has enemies— tons of 'em, and there's always a good chance that prolonged association with him could get you wind up in all that. it could get messy, it could get dangerous. you wanted nothing to do with danger. you just wanted to lead a simple life which was already too much to ask from gotham.

"take care." and yet you called out behind him, even though he already disappeared. the idea that you somehow offended this new friend of yours, someone you had steadily grown to like— didn't sit quite well with you. you suppose he doesn't like to be touched, of course. that was a bit creepy maybe.

you sighed as you went back to kitchen, putting away everything. you push red to the back of your mind, convincing yourself with that shitty saying that— everything happens for the best.

its a pitiful attempt at consolation, but life moves on.

you sigh as you open the door to your apartment, taking off your heels before walking in. blind dates really don't work for you anymore, not that it ever did actually. you never click with the other person, and somehow they always turn out to be somewhat of an asshole.

today was yet another failed date, boring one. the man chipped away at your braincells one by one as he literally chattered away about his 'big shot position at that big shot firm'— you don't know what it was, you stopped paying attention twenty minutes in.

sometimes you blame yourself, that maybe your standards are too high, you're being the one who's too reserved or shallow— but then your father's voice rings in your ears, 'never ever in your life settle for someone who doesn't make you feel seen and heard from day one.' your parents really had set the bar high for you.

you went into your room and threw your purse on the bed before taking off your coat, it drizzled a bit. your hair's a bit damp but somehow it makes you look more pretty.

sigh, all that effort down the drain.

oh wait! you remembered you were supposed to call your friend, fill her in about about this disaster. you quickly dialed her number in, tapping your foot as you waited, your eyes mindlessly checking your nails.

"it didn't go well did it?" she groaned lightly into the phone and you huffed out a smile, she was so quick to catch on. not that it was hard to, you ended the date pretty quickly.

"yeah.. im sorry but god he was just— not it." you explained with a scrunch of your nose as you press the phone in between your ear and shoulder while taking off your bracelet.

"there's nothing to apologise for, if he ain't it, he ain't it. there's always more to choose from. endless fishes, pretty." she tries to weasel a joke and your lips quirk up fondly, of course she's trying to make her feel better.

"im not sad so you can drop it. he wasn't an eye candy either that I'd feel bad."

"he was loaded."

"i'd be too one day." you retort with a chuckle pretending to be offended when she snorts. you get to your earrings, unclasping one and you gather it in your hand, about to keep it on your vanity—

CRASH!

you jolted, almost dropping your earring and unfortunately dropping your phone too. you cursed loudly, that phone is really gonna die on you at this point.

suddenly two sharp knocks rattled through your house, and they sounded less woody. they came from the balcony you realised. you hurriedly pick up your phone before running to your living room.

that sounded hurried. he never even knocks! but why was he literally banging on the glass?! its not even past midnight—

"hey are you okay?!"

"uh- i— yeah im—"

your breath catches in your throat as you stop dead in your tracks to see the glass sliding doors of your balcony with a bloody handprint, really selling the horror element right now. red hood was knelt down and you could see how hard he was heaving— his body was literally shaking with each breath he took.

your voice closed up in your throat for a second, all the air vanishing into the black hole that suddenly appeared in your lungs.

blood. blood. blood. blood—

you blink your eyes to tear yourself out of it, taking an inaudible deep breath. small wounds and trickle of blood do not unsettle you, not anymore. but anything beyond a cut, beyond mere drops of blood— it brings back the broken little girl in you.

"i— i'll call back yeah?" you hurriedly whispered before hanging up your phone, throwing it on the couch before rushing to slide open the door.

"red? red— fuck are you—" you bite your tongue as you physicslly stop the stupid question from getting blurted out as you knelt down, your hands immediately on his shoulder as you tilted your head down.

christ— even his helmet has a fucking crack.

"red? red say something please." all you got was his haggered breathing and a lousy gesture to the couch, you heard him mumble something but it sounded more like a grunt.

you pull back and your gaze scrutinize him, well as best as it can in the minimum light provided. he is bruised black and blue, you don't see it over all that armour and jacket, which by the way, is ripped, he is also losing blood. way too much.

blood. blood. blood. blood—

"alright no pressure at all." you whispered, voice tight with anxiety as you hawl him up on his feet, his arm over your shoulder while your hand held his waist.

"ugh— easy!" he scolded in his haggard voice and both of you almost stumble due to his overpowering weight on you.

"im trying!" you hiss back, taking a deep breath as you drag him inside. you were gentler, but really the situation had you freaked out, you were almost blanked out and mostly working on autopilot. "don't you die in my apartment. i can't handle the fucking gcpd and batman on my ass." that was your attempt at some humour. to lessen the burden of your anxiety or his, you weren't really sure at the moment.

he had noticed your attire, even in the moment of haze and fatigue, he noticed the singular earring hanging from your ear, dressed up with make up on rather than the oversized he's used to see. it doesn't take a genius to guess it was for a date. maybe that put him in an even more foul mood.

but then he realises the time, its early to be back home from a dinner date. he visits at ungodly hours but today, due to unsavory altercation, he had to turn up so early and unexpected. so he summarizes, all on his own, the date didn't go quite well.

and despite the pain he is in, it puts a fucking smirk on his face. he even leans more on you, he knows he would need to unpack whatever he's feeling, but thats a tomorrow problem.

you slowly put him down on the sofa and stagger back, panting heavily as you put a hand on your hip. that took out a lot of energy from you and you realised just how inactive you are, which is concerning considering you're a citizen of Gotham. you need to be prepared to run for the hills at the slightest hint for danger.

hearing him cough snaps you out of your reverie and you immediately get about your apartment, closing the draps, turning on the light before dashing to the bathroom. you really, really hope its not something out of your limited experience. you don't even care that he ghosted you for two weeks— you just want him alive, probably intact. you honestly do not have the stomach— or the mental state for something bloodier than a graze right now.

but surprise, surprise— its a wound on the shoulder. stab or bullet— you don't wanna know.

"jesus fucking christ red.." you whisper, your skin going a little pale and green as you look at his blood seeping under his hand that he has kept pressed on the wound. "is that— oh shit—"

"yes it is. now come here with that." he sounded more firm and annoyed than he ever did in the frequent interactions you've had with him, and that is understandable. he sounds like he's on his last breath with all the panting and huffing.

"right. sorry." you immediately walk and stand beside him, running your mind through whatever red told you about it. luckily, red had filled you in about different wounds, since you were currently playing nurse. he had mentioned shoulder wounds, hurts like hell and bleeds a lot but it can be patched rather easily, his words.

he lays himself down and you drag the coffee table closer to sit on it, your hands rummaging through the kit which had expanded. you may have had restocked and bought more— obviously for this certain vigilante.

"okay so uh— clean?" you repeat the steps to yourself as you watch him remove the small cloth from his shoulder— you almost puke from how messy it looks. its one thing taking care of cuts and bruises and its another thing to take a damn bullet out of a bleeding, ugly wound. "then remove the—" your brows raise as realisation dawns on you.

for fucks sake you can't fucking take the bullet out—

"you can. you can." he was facing you, and somehow you could feel the resolute stare through the helmet, "i know it'll be hard— but you can—" seeing him wince makes you gulp down whatever doubts you have down to your gut. let it worsen.

you let the adrenaline take over, push the tremors away that threaten to wreck your body. hide. hide. hide.

"if i kill you accidentally don't you fucking dare haunt me." you murmur to yourself as you look for a pair of tweezers, the jab makes him crack a laugh enough to hurt and he instantly winces again.

you clean the blood off first before grabbing the tweezers, taking your sweet time to drag it out— but then he grabs your wrist and pulls it slowly towards his shoulder. "eyes on here. focus, you can do it sweetheart." he murmured, and for a second he even sounded okay. you almost believed this all to be a facade.

"oh god—" you grimace as your fingers shook around the tweezers, you wished he went to some legal doctor who had actual forceps and all those medical instruments, instead of tweezers, but vigilantes are nuts. you have come to understand and accept that. "i will kill you if you die i swear— im so mad at you—" your quivering grumbles simply amuse him more, knowing its a way to distract you enough to dig in and take the bullet out.

and you did, after all the gagging and hurling a myriad of insults at him— you finally did. you slouched back as if you were the one that endured that pain.

"sweets you still need to stich, ya' know."

"no im not doing that." you snap as you sit up again, "i dont even know how to— do you honestly want to die??" you gape at him in utter exasperation, wanting to smash the remaining of his helmet.

"honestly? it sounds better than hearing all that noise from your mouth." he retorts with a scoff and you scoff back at his audacity, "i fucking helped you— and that's how it is huh? when the hell are you going to get proper care from someone who knows their shit?" you scold, your eyes momentarily shifting to the open wound.

seriously what the hell are you doing with your life?

"for that I'd need to go to someone i trust wouldn't yap away about me to my enemies or worse, tattle to the media 'bout me." he stated as he tried to shift, probably uncomfortable in the small couch where his legs fell off the other side. "and you haven't yet done that. so, you're the better choice here."

your lips simply pull into an annoyed frown, looking him up and down with clear exasperation. "should have left the damn bullet in..." you muttered to yourself, annoyed at the fact that his words got to you again. he may sound rational and logical right now as he wants to, you know the underlying meaning. he has come to trust you a bit— and his emotionally constipated self wouldn't accept that.

the stitching was done.

you looked far more exhausted than the poor guy who had to help you navigate through the steps and endure the pain.

you leaned forward with your arms resting on your knees, head dipped forward as you tried to calm yourself down. you've never been good at processing things, your mind has a habit of shoving everything in a box and let it rot in the depths of your mind.

"you okay?" he asked quietly, poking your arm with his gloved finger to get your attention and you blinked before nodding. "yeah. yeah of course."

you took a deep breath as you began gathering everything, while he simply stared at you. he knew for a normal person, seeing blood— a lot of it, can be overwhelming. he lets the guilt wash over him, lets his mind question his heart.

was he ruining you in his selfishness to see you? how long would you tolerate it till you break? how long till you kick him out of your life?

"red?"

"hm?"

"you'll pay for my new couch right?" though you weren't looking, he could see the tug in your lips that you were trying to hide. and just like that, he let himself be selfish.

"why do i have a feeling you'll buy one of those ugly couches that cost a fortune?"

"great idea, red." you smirked dryly and he scoffed, his eyes travelling down that red dress of yours and he poked the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing as he debated whether to thrust himself in your personal life or not.

the glint of the earring caught his eye, like a glare straight to his heart.

fuck it.

"so how was the date?" cool, calm, nonchalant.

your brows furrowed for a moment and that was when you registered the weight on your ear, and looked down at yourself with a soft huff, "right. nothing escapes your eye, detective, even when you're dying." you take a tissue and cover your hands with it before taking off the earring.

"it isn't late yet. so i guess it was some boring prick hm?" he teased smugly and you raised a brow at him, turning your body slightly.

"maybe i just like to stay safe and return home before gotham's street turns rabid. it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with my date."

"but it is."

"it wasn't."

"that so?"

the illuminated slits of his helmet stared at you, and you could feel the amusement and challenge oozing off of him. you maintained the stare, but something about his confidence made your skin tingle and warm.

"kay fine! he was just like any other arrogant corporate asshole." you relented as you broke the stare, brows furrowing as you got up, his lips pulling into a triumphant, cheshire smile. again, this was something to be unpacked tomorrow.

"why'd you even go?" you rounded the table as you threw the bloodied cottons and clothes, walking to the bathroom and turned the tap on to scrub your hands clean. you angled your face away so he doesn't see the momentary quiver of your lips at the sight of blood pooling in the basin as water sloughed it off.

"why does anyone go on dates, red?" you quipped with a sigh, "besides it was a blind date. i was just trying my luck." you unknowingly dug your nails too hard while scratching the blood away, "which, like always, sucks."

you wrung your hands dry before patting it dry on the towel, clenching your hands under the cloth to calm the tremors. you cannot possibly let him see that, you won't. your weakness is your own secret, like his identity is his, and the mere possibility that someone knows even a peek about it... it rattles you deeply.

you maintain the facade. thats all you've ever done.

but in a way, him and you were alike, and he recognised the eyes that didn't seem as bright, the subtle signs of putting up a front. he noticed it, the signs transparent to him.

"do you do this?" you questioned, diverting the attention back to him, which he noticed but let it slide. "dates i mean."

"sure." he shrugged, "i mean i do have all the time in the world to prance around gotham with a beauty in my arms." he added, his tone turning sarcastic and you rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips twitching up.

"come on don't be shy. you must have dated a ton of people in your circle. superheroes and vigilantes." you tacked with a grin as you walked in the kitchen, rummaging around cabinets and fridge. you let out an exaggerated dreamy sigh, "i wish i could date them. just once. way better than those asshole i get."

his gaze narrowed while his lips pulled into a thin line. them? who's them? he is one of them too. you could date him too, he thought quite pettily before freezing up. where the fuck is his mind going?

"what the hell are you even doing there?" he called out, he couldn't hide the irate in his voice but you brushed it off. "to feed your dying ass. you might be built like a truck but even you would need something in you after all that blood."

he couldn't see much except your back and hear the sound of knife cutting against the board. he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help his eyes lingering on your back, how the dress fits your body.

"a sandwich will work right?"

"mhm."

to add fuel, the domesticity of this sudden situation has him by the throat. his mind lost, voiceless in his daydream and admiration. he may be a tough guy with walls no one could ever break, even land a scratch— but deep in the pitt lays his heart that is soft and craving. he may never tell a soul, but the thoughts of loving and being loved, no matter how far fetched it sounds, it always tugged at his soul. the idea of sharing a life, the idea of simply caring, of giving— he has a soft spot for the niceties of life that he knows he doesn't deserve.

"red?" you're holding the sandwich infront of him and he snaps out of his haze, looking at the plate on the table and then at you. he simply looked back and forth, and you sighed at the point he was getting at.

"i'll be in my room so you can have the privacy to eat." you murmured before putting down a glass of water with a pair of wet wipes and walking away to your room, closing the door.

for a moment he simply stared at the plate, not sure if he should eat it. things are getting too familiar between them, too easy— too nice. and he has a bad habit of getting attached. he has an even worse habit of getting his heart broken.

he looks back at your door, the quiet shuffling audible to his ears.

but reasons unknown to him, he takes off his helmet.

he doesn't let his lips smile, doesn't let his eyes soften. doesn't let his heart get smothered when he bites into the sandwich. doesn't let his eyes linger on the silver earring. doesn't let his eyes imagine how you'd have looked with both of them on, all pretty and mesmerizing.

he doesn't.

by the time you walk out, he's gone.

the following night comes and you don't wait for him.

morning comes and your eyes are barely working, but your sight isn't that blurry to not see the small red box on your coffee table. you paused and froze, hands slowly taking it and pulling the satin ribbon off.

a pair of dark ruby earrings stared back at you, intricately designed like it was made for the royals. and a tiny note with a quite neat handwriting.

this is an apology for all the inconvenience caused. and a thank you for the sandwich.

red.

p.s you looked beautiful.

and just like that he sweeped the ground right off your feet.

reblogs are appreciation! :D

taglist : @bmyva1entine @itzmeme

[ynifrey]

no thoughts just taking anime!dante down a peg.

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pristine white locks fell into his face as red eyes peered back at you, with the black headboard behind him he almost look like a painting. dante stared at you amused. it was annoying how he was the one tied up and it felt like he had the upper hand.

"so," dante tilted his head playfully, "you are aware that i can break out of these right?" he pulled at the cuffs hanging above his head experimentally.

you sighed, "yes, i am aware of your freakish strength, thanks for asking. but you'll be obedient for me, won't you?"

"well when you sweet talk me like that, how can i say no?"

he was naked sitting on the bed legs crossed, all you did was restrain him and he was already at half-mast.

from your place infront of him, your eyes wandered over his body contemplating your next move.

"want a picture?" dante mused.

you smirked, "trust, i'll be taking alot of those."

"yeah when im old and gray because ive sat here and i think the grandparents next door are having more action than me."

"oh yeah?"

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"ngh! i just came..! so s-stop pounding!" ribbons of cum splattered on his already coated chest yet you didn't stop, the thought didn't even cross your mind. you were no where near done with him and that smart mouth.

how many rounds was it now? dante lost track after the first five.

"you know, your dicks been staying soft while i fuck you. maybe i've been using your ass so much your body knows you don't need your dick anymore."

"f-fuck you," dante spat brokenly as you continued pistoning into him like he was a toy. his cock laid limp on his abs, weakly spurting in a pool of cum. his body shook with the after shocks of his orgasm a few moments ago.

the headboard creaked and banged against the wall in rhythm with your thrusts. "not getting enough play still? should i amp it up? you always loved a thrill, dante."

"n-no, please! dont turn it on [name], i swear you'll break me-!" his plea fell on deaf ears as you flipped the switch on the bullet vibrator taped on his shaft.

"ohh fuck!" he screamed, dantes arms flexed in his restrains, it took all his willpower to not pull through the restrains and turn off the intense stimulation.

"there we go," you smirked. "see, when i dig into your pussy the cum just keeps flying out."

"'m close! gonna cum again!" you were surprised dante still had cum left in him.

"oh wait before you do i almost forgot!" you stopped your assault on him for just a moment to lean over to the bedside desk and grab your polaroid camera.

you grabbed him by his hair like he was an animal you conquered and he looked positively debauched to say the least.

"smile!"

the camera flashed in time for dantes first dry orgasm to be on record.

[watermelonshine]

could you write something about loser!reader with ellie?

ellie williams x loser!reader mdni

part two here

content : you've been assigned to tutor the popular stoner and oh lord she's hot and you're wet. (cw: zaza🍃mentioned, anime and hentai mentioned, reader is teased a fuck lot but hah she's into that, reader is a freak oh lord, ellie lowkey digging it.)

tags babies : @robiceps @velvetinkbym @hyperbabes @ur-sick-and-married @wtvm0m0 @evieutft @ferxanda

"Ellie Williams right?"

You asked as you stood infront of the table in the cafeteria, hands clammy. Shit you didn't want to be a tutor to anyone in your class, especially not her. But when Mrs Park, who you definitely don't have intense feelings for, asked you to help her or god forbid she'll fail, you had no choice but to say yes. That's how you ended up standing infront the table of the obnoxious stoners of your year.

Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing to stare at you and it made you straighten up your back and shift the weight on your leg. Ellie lazily turned her head towards you and checked you out. You were rocking an old Attack on Titan t-shirt, your mom put all your shirts into the wash except that one, and skinny ripped jeans. The silence stretched on for too long and was broken by the dark haired girl sitting across Ellie.

"Aren't you the tentacle anime porn girl?" Dina asked.

Your head whipped towards her in shock, that can't be what they remembered you by... And that was one time damn it. You didn't realise that you put that hentai manga in your school bag and you tripped. With your habit of never zipping your bag up, all the contents in your bag spilled out and lo behold, the manga was out for everyone to gawk at.

"I'm also the one of the top students, you know..." You mumbled as you unconsciously played with the strap of your bag. You might have unconventional interests but you didn't play when it came to academics. That's the only reason why your mother didn't care about what you read or did during your free time, as long as she didn't get a call from the school about you.

"What do you want?" Ellie, on the other hand, has definitely gotten enough phone calls from the school. She quirked up one of her brows and waited for you to speak. Her shirt was loosely buttoned, allowing you to have a peak at her— is that a tattoo on her chest? hot. Her elbows laid on the back of the chair she was man spreading on. Hot, hot, hot-

Focus.

"Didn't you get an email from Mrs Park?" You asked as you readjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder. Ellie let out a chuckle as she pulled out her cell and leaned on the table. "Who checks email nowadays?" She snickered.

"She probably does that to check whether her porno got updated."

"I-I don't use my email to log into those websites. I'm... not an idiot." You were flustered beyond comprehension, Dina didn't back down when it came to making sure that no one forgot your interesting side. It didn't even help the fact that you had wedgie you were itching to fix. Fuck, it was uncomfortable.

"Look she didn't even deny watching porno."

"We share the same class? And you're gonna help me by tutoring me?" Ellie looked at you displeased as she dropped her phone on the table. The guy sitting next to Dina picked up her phone to double check. The way she looked like you as if you're the unexpected bone to her boneless chicken strip got you licking and biting your lips like an middle schooler. There was something in the way she looked when she was annoyed. It's been 2 years since you've shared classes together and one of those classes was gym and she's hot when she's sweaty. You've noticed the way she always had a half-opened-eye look to her, probably from the weed. You've noticed how she flexes her fingers or rubs them against her palms which never failed to make you imagine you both in unholy positions. Man, you sure do hoped she boned you-

It's hard to focus when your panties are wet. And you still got that damn wedgie.

"Yeah and I need to log in 5 hours per week." You spluttered that out, wanting to leave from her gaze as soon as it was possible. As much as you enjoyed being looked at like you were the scum on the earth, you still had hours of school to deal with later.

"Can't you just fake it or whatever? Surely you don't want to come over to my house all the way from your house just to teach me about Mesopotamia or some shit in your free time?" You were not sure if she said that to tease you or if she was completely oblivious to your very bothered being but regardless, you cleared your throat and said,"I can do that but your grades will not increase on their own."

Ellie stared at you for a very long and awkward amount of time while you were visibly fighting for your life to stand still under her intense gaze. She already had this effect on you with just staring at you, how the hell were you going to teach her history? She finally clicked her tongue and leaned back on the chair.

"Fine, come over to my house after school today or whatever. Don't care 'bout the time."

You scrambled to take out a paper and a pen from your bag and placed it on the table for her to write her number and address on. She looked at you in confusion.

"Jeez don't you have a phone or something?"

"It's broken."

She scribbled down her number and address and without wasting a moment, you snatched the paper out of her hand and dashed out of the cafeteria.

You were so gonna touch yourself in the bathroom. And finally fix the damn wedgie.

"That girl is absolutely smitten with you, dude!" Jesse slapped Ellie's arm as Ellie smirked at you rushing way towards the hall with an unzipped bag. "Smitten? That girl was clenching her thighs everytime Ellie spoke- wait a minute what is that?" Dina pointed at the ground next to their table. Ellie bent down to pick up the book and oh lord.

"She has balls to bring this shit to school." She laughed while tossing the book on the lunch table. Dina picked it up and immediately put it down, "Why the hell is it damp and what the fuck is watersports?"

Ellie was smiling giddily 'cause holy shit you really needed to learn how to zip your bag up.

note : the fanart belongs to @nramv , i wanted this to be one big post but then realised I don't post long fics, so I divided it into two (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) part two is already written and is scheduled to be posted soon so the wait won't be too long and yes part two will contain sexy time. if you want to be tagged for the part two, do let me know ! also please do comment if you like this, it would mean a whole lot to me <3

[malsmind]

bsf!reader 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 vampire!chris 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦

🕸 - content warnings: ★ chris losing his temper ★ small lacrosse fight ★ slight yelling ★ smut ★ unprotected sex ★ angry, rough sex ★ slapping ★ crying ★ dirty talk ★ praising ★ hair pulling ★ creampie ★ aftercare ★

lacrosse games were usually smooth for chris.

even if a ref made a bad call, or someone got a little too aggressive, he had his ways of staying locked in—dialed into the rhythm, the strategy, the adrenaline. it was good for him. all that pent-up energy, all that heat that came with being what he was… it needed an outlet. lacrosse gave him one. but tonight wasn’t smooth. not even close.

the guy on his team had been playing like he had no idea what sport he was in—sloppy passes, missed shots, and no defense whatsoever. and when chris tried to point it out, he was met with attitude. twice.

so he shoved him. hard. right there on the field. the ref blew the whistle. the coach stormed over. and chris, already vibrating with the need to keep it together, couldn’t even find the words to explain before it all snapped.

“why the hell did you shove your own teammate?” his coach demanded.

“because he’s playing like an idiot!” chris snapped back. “and maybe if you coached instead of standing there yelling every five seconds—”

“watch it, kid.”

“nah. you watch it,” chris growled, already walking off the field. “i’m done.”

he didn’t wait for a response. he didn’t need to hear the usual crap about discipline or teamwork. he tossed his helmet to the bench and stormed toward the locker rooms, not stopping once. not even when the backup got thrown in to replace him. you were already following. you didn’t need to say anything—just the look on his face when he passed by said it all. when you walked into the locker room, it was quiet except for the echo of his cleats against the tile. he was pacing, hands still in his gloves, jaw tight enough to crack bone.

“chris,” you said softly, cautiously.

he didn’t stop moving. “don’t. not right now.”

“you shoved your own teammate.”

he stopped then. turned toward you slowly, frustration flickering behind his eyes.

“you think i don’t know that?”

“then maybe don’t act like you’re not in the wrong?”

you weren’t trying to push. you were trying to pull him back. ground him. but both of you were short-tempered. stubborn. it was a miracle you ever got along at all.

“he was gonna get someone hurt,” chris snapped. “i told him twice to stop cutting across—”

“and your response is to shove him and curse out your coach infront of the whole town?” you crossed your arms. “real good job.”

he laughed bitterly, backing toward the lockers and yanking his gloves off, throwing them on the bench.

“you think it’s that easy to stay calm when everything’s already—” he cut himself off, flexing his fingers like his hands itched to break something. “you don’t know what it feels like when it’s this close to slipping out.”

you softened a little at that. stepped closer. “then let me help you calm down.”

“i just need a second,” he muttered. “just… a second to forget the bullshit.”

and then he looked at you—really looked at you. and something inside him snapped in a different way. before you could say another word, he grabbed you and pushed you gently—but firmly—against the cool metal of the lockers, his mouth crashing into yours like a match to gasoline. you gasped, your fingers instantly curling into his jersey as his lips moved over yours—hot, rough, desperate. like he needed to feel something else and this was the only way.

his hands were already tugging at his gear, peeling the jersey over his head and letting it drop to the floor with a dull thud. your own breath stuttered as his mouth moved to your jaw, down to your neck, kissing you like he was trying to chase the anger out of his body and into you. you weren’t sure when your stubbornness melted, but your body was already responding, back arching into him, your hands buried in his messy hair. he pressed himself closer, his palms sliding down your sides, gripping your hips like he didn’t want to let go. his forehead dropped to your shoulder, breathing hard, lips brushing against your skin.

“you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now,” he muttered.

you swallowed hard, heart racing. “then don’t stop.”

he looked up at you again, eyes wild and full of something hot and dangerous, but so focused on you. and suddenly, even in the aftermath of his rage, all you felt was how much he needed you. not just like this, but always.

chris’s hands are everywhere at once—rough, demanding, but never crossing that line. his lips left burning trails down your neck as he yanked your shirt over your head, the fabric catching slightly before he tossed it aside. his teeth graze your collarbone, a sharp contrast to the way his palms slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of your breasts like an apology for the bite (luckily he could keep himself calm enough to not let his fangs out). you gasp, fingers scrambling at the waistband of his shorts, but he catches your wrists, pinning them above your head against the locker with one hand.

his breath is hot against your ear. “stay there.”

it’s not a request.

you shiver, the cold metal seeping into your back as he steps away just long enough to strip off the rest of his gear. his chest heaves, sweat glistening under the fluorescent lights, muscles coiled like he’s still mid-game. when he returns, he doesn’t kiss you—he devours you. his tongue slides against yours, all heat and hunger, while his free hand grips your thigh, hitching your leg around his hip. the hard line of his cock presses against you through his shorts, and you whine, arching into him.

he groans, low and gritty. “fuck, you feel that? this is what you do to me. every. damn. time.”

his hand slips between you, fingers dragging your underwear aside. you’re already wet, and he smirks against your mouth, circling your clit once, twice, just to hear you choke on his name.

“knew it,” he breathes. “knew you’d be so needy f'me.” his fingers plunge into you without warning, curling in a way that makes your knees buckle.

you sag against the lockers, but he holds you up, his forearm braced under your thigh now, pushing it higher. “look at you—taking it so good. fuck, you’re perfect.”

his praise is rough-edged, voice shredded by frustration and want. he adds a third finger, stretching you, and you cry out, nails scraping the locker. “chris—please—”

“please what?” he nips your earlobe, fingers pumping faster. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“i need—you—”

he growls, withdrawing his hand so abruptly you nearly sob. in one fluid motion, he tears your underwear off and shoves his own shorts down, his cock springing free, thick and just as needy for you. he doesn’t give you time to think, just lines himself up and slams into you, the force knocking the air from your lungs. you moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, but he swallows it with another kiss, messy and possessive.

“mine,” he rasps against your lips. “this pussy’s mine.”

his thrusts are relentless, each one punching a moan from your throat. one hand stays pinned above your head, the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, pulling you onto him with every snap of his pelvis. when you clench around him, he hisses, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“sh—shit—you gonna come already? that it?” his teeth carefully sink into your shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to make you jerk. “do it. come on my cock baby.”

you shatter, vision whiting out as your orgasm rips through you. he doesn’t slow, fucking you through it, his own rhythm stuttering.

“that’s it—fuck—take it, take me—” his hand releases your wrists to fist in your hair, yanking your head back. the sting makes you gasp, but the fire in his eyes silences any protest. “look at me. wanna see your pretty face when i fill you up.”

you whimper, overstimulated but starving for more, and he lets go of your hair to slap your ass—hard. you jolt forward, crying out as he hits a new depth. “chris—!”

“gooood girlll,” he grinds out, delivering another slap, the burn blooming under his palm. “doin' so good f'me. love how i fuck you like this—rough—huh?” his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing harsh circles. “c'mon, tell me.”

“yes—yes—”

“louder.”

“i love it—love you—”

he stills, chest heaving, pupils blown. for a heartbeat, the anger in his face fractures, something vulnerable flickering beneath. then he’s kissing you again, slower, deeper, as his hips roll into yours, each thrust dragging against that sweet spot until you’re climbing again.

“gonna come inside you,” he murmurs, voice ragged. “that okay?”

you nod frantically, and his groan is almost pained.

“fuck—fuck—” he buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick, his release triggering your second orgasm. you sob, tears spilling over as pleasure crashes into you, wave after wave, until you’re boneless against the lockers.

he holds you up, forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping. the locker room was quiet now. too quiet, almost. you were still pressed into chris’s chest, arms loosely wrapped around his neck, your legs a little weak where one of them was wrapped around his waist, and both of you still catching your breath. the haze of it—what just happened—still lingered in the air between you. he hadn’t said much right after. hadn’t needed to. his arms had stayed around you, holding you close, grounding himself in the warmth of your skin, your pulse against his. but eventually, he pulled back, just enough to look at you. his eyes flicked over your face, a crease forming between his brows.

“shit,” he whispered, almost to himself. “was that too much?”

you blinked at him, lips parted. “what?”

his hands—those same hands that had just been gripping you like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth—now slid up to cradle your face. soft. careful.

“i got carried away,” he said, brows still furrowed. “i shouldn’t’ve—i mean, you’re still getting used to all this sex shit—and i just—fuck, i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

your heart cracked a little at the worry in his voice.

“chris,” you said gently, resting your forehead against his. “i’m okay.”

he kissed your cheek. then your nose. your temple. then your lips. almost as if he was apologizing with small kisses.

“you sure?” he asked again, voice lower this time. softer. “you were just letting me… be all over you like that, and i didn’t even stop to think about if it was too much. i feel like an asshole..”

you smiled a little, brushing his sweaty hair back with your fingers.

“you're perfectly okay, crhis,” you whispered. “i love you. and i want all of you. even when it’s rough. especially when it’s real.”

his breath hitched, and his lips were back on your skin again, kissing your jaw, your cheekbones, the corner of your mouth, almost like he was trying to say sorry with every single one. he held you like you were breakable now. like he was making up for every hard touch with a hundred gentle ones.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reminded him. “i can handle you.”

he let out a short laugh against your skin. “yeah. i know. you’re stubborn as hell.”

“takes one to know one,” you teased, and he finally cracked a real smile.

after another beat, he pulled you into a proper hug—your arms wrapped around each other, his chin resting on top of your head.

“wanna get out of here?” he asked after a long pause. “we can get wing stop. eat like trash. watch some dumb movie on the couch until you fall asleep on me.”

you leaned back just enough to meet his eyes. “that your version of aftercare?”

he grinned. “that, and carrying you to bed after you pass out halfway through the movie. with like, eight blankets.”

“sounds perfect.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

and with one last kiss to your forehead, he helped you away from the locker, gently gathering your clothes with a tenderness that didn’t need explaining. whatever happened back there, whatever heat and anger and need boiled over, it didn’t scare you. because this—him—was home. even when he was a mess. even when he broke a little. he was still yours. and you were still his.

always.

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[emchante]

fingers.

warnings: 18+ content, fingering, daniel's dirty mouth.

daniel’s thighs were warm beneath you, strong and spread just enough to cradle your hips. his back was against the headboard, long legs relaxed as you sat between them—your spine against his bare chest, your knees tucked slightly in, trembling. one of his arms was wrapped around your middle, the other slipping low, fingers already lost in the slick mess between your thighs.

“fuck,” he murmured, voice hoarse in your ear as he pressed a kiss just under it. “you’re so wet already. barely even touched you.”

his fingers curled inside you, slow and purposeful. the pads of his fingers brushed that spot that made your stomach flutter and your breath stutter. your hips jerked slightly, but he tightened his arm around you, keeping you still as he tutted lowly.

“patience honey,” he chuckled, and you could feel the smirk in his voice, the way his lips dragged down your neck. “i like you like this. all shaky and squirmy in my lap.”

you whimpered when his thumb found your clit, teasing in lazy circles that made your legs twitch. he didn’t speed up—just kept working you open, slow and deep and maddening. every drag of his fingers inside you made your head fall back to his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

“that’s it, just feel it,” he whispered, nuzzling the side of your face. he pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek, trailing them down to your neck. “you’re doing so good for me. so fuckin’ pretty like this, sweetheart,” and to top it off, he placed a kiss on that sensitive little spot that drives you crazy. 

your hand flew to his wrist, but not to stop him—just to feel him. the flex of his forearm, the rhythm of his touch, the way he controlled every inch of you like it was his goddamn right.

“danny—” you gasped, back arching when his thumb flicked a little firmer.

he hummed satisfied, smile appearing back on his face. “there she is. my pretty girl falling apart already, huh? should see yourself, baby… how messy you’re getting on my hand. so needy. just from my fingers.”

his free hand slid up to your chest, fingers curling around one breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. “maybe we should do this infront of the mirror next time,” he suggested, a small hum escaping him, “so you can see how lovely this sight is.”

“think you can come for me just like this?” he asked, voice gone low and thick with pride. “don’t even need my cock, do you? just wanna make a mess on my fingers, let me feel you clench and shake, yeah?”

and you would. His fingers didn’t let up, coaxing you with careful pressure, with kisses and filth in your ear, with the kind of focus that had your world narrowing down to nothing but the way he touched you.

“come on, sweetheart. show me. let me feel it.”

and god—you did. hard. shuddering in his arms, your legs trembling as you gasped his name like a prayer, his name the only thing you knew. And daniel held you through it, grinning, nuzzling into your cheek like you hadn’t just fallen apart in his lap.

“good girl,” he murmured, dragging his soaked fingers out slow and kissing the corner of your mouth. “told you. didn’t need to rush, hm?”

he dragged his soaked fingers up your stomach, across your chest, all the way up to your lips, where he tapped them twice. 

“gonna be a good girl and taste yourself f’me? i know you want to, baby,” he cooed, fingers prodding themselves into your mouth. they grazed your tongue, and you licked the slick coat off of them. 

“knew it,” he winked, before leaning in to take your mouth in his own.

[pixiesndberries]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

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[aajjks]

Just like Candy (m)

synopsis. in which your best friend satoru is determined to prove you wrong by making you cum on his tongue until there’s nothing left.

pairing: gojo x reader

rating: 18+ MDNI. and remember consent is so important.

warnings: 18+ THÈMÈS, èxplïcït p-ssy eàtïng, bèst frïènd göjö, örál sèx (fèm rècïevïng), fïngerïng, hè ïs á mènácè, lôwkèy yándèrè göjö, pösèssïvènèss, lïckïng, sückïng, bïtïng ànd övèrstïmülátïön.

“So you’re saying that I dont look like I’d be good at eating pussy?”

“Yeah.”

So nonchalant. You’re so nonchalant about this- Satoru is so offended right now, so dumbfounded. How can you say something so stupid! So false. Are you trying to hurt his ego? He’s literally notorious for making girls see stars with his tongue, he’s the best at pussy eating. Gojo can’t help but scoff at you as you sit on his bedrooms couch.

“Wow… yn I can’t believe this AT ALL.” His blue eyes are wide, his mouth agape.

“What’s so offensive about it huh? I mean I just think you’re bad at it. You don’t even look like you’d enjoy it.” You shrug, and Satoru gasps.

“I LOVE PUSSY.”

“Ugh whatever let’s drop it already.” You lean back on the couch, browsing through your phone.

“NO.” He argues back, shaking his head, Satoru gets closer to you, he doesn’t understand why you’re messing with him like this.

You’ve been best friends for two years and you always tease him like this, he does it too but he’s just really bad at taking jokes. But you can’t stop either you love messing with him. And he kinda likes it.

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you mess with him, even though he gets a little annoyed like right now.

You just exactly know what button of his to push. And you have pushed enough of his buttons today.

And now it’s about time he proves you— his best friend, the one he secretly has been liking for the longest time— wrong.

“Oh yn you asked for this.” He bites his lower lip before he falls to his knees, right infront of you. You put your phone down.. seeing your best friend on his knees.

“It’s okay you don’t have to beg for forgiveness haha.” You tease him but when you see a smirk on his face, you’re confused.

What is going on in that brain of Gojo’s?

“What?!”

Gojo’s biceps flex as he groans. “I’m going to prove you fucking wrong.”

Before you can really process- Satoru speaks again, he licks his lips, “I’ll eat you out- please allow me.” He looks directly into your eyes. “Come on.” He asks, waiting for your Yes.

“W-What..?” You question, you’re so confused, what’s gotten into him. You were only joking but- “fine… fine..” you ponder for a moment before replying.

Gojo grins like a cat, it’s so wide, his pearly whites almost blinding.

“Good girl- are you ready to be proven wrong?”

You don’t choose to reply but you spread your legs.

Satorus mouth goes dry as you take off your shorts and now he can see your panties, his mouth agape, his pupils dilated.

“Let’s see what the fuss is about, shall we?” You say, in a quote tone before Gojo grabs the hem of your panties and pulls them down.

You watch him, your heart hammering.

And he feels himself harden.

You’re gorgeous. You’re actually indescribable, he has no idea what to say or think because his mind has officially gone blank.

“W-Wow.” He says before burying his face in your pussy, his face directly into it, and he takes a long sniff before grunting against it.

“Mhmm fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me.” And then you feel the first lick, you shudder at the sensation, a small gasp leaves your mouth.

He licks it again, giving it a few kitten licks before he starts to gently suck on the clit. His hands grab the best of your thighs and you let out a soft noise.

And that’s when he starts to pick up his pace, he’s so experienced, but right now he feels so nervous, he’s going to make you cum on his tongue.

Gojo’s tongue flicks out to lick your cunt before he feels you getting wet and he dives his tongue deep in, he digs his nails into your skin as he begins to eat you out.

“Nghh a-ah…” you moan and it drives him completely over the edge and he aggressively moves his tongue into your heat.

His face tilts and you hear his occasional grunts and moans- your legs begin to shake as his pace gets rough and aggressive, he tries to bury his face deeper between your legs.

Gojo tightens his grip on your legs, “ngh mhmm.” He moans against your pussy as he eats you out like a starved man, his tongue skilled yet sloppy as he moves it.

Your walls clench against his tongue and it’s a delicious treat for him.

“hmph- jus’ like candy…” he shamelessly lets out a guttural moan against your wet pussy. His hot breath only stimulates you more.

But as you feel like you’re going to cum, he detaches his mouth from your needy heat- you whine as gojo smirks, his lips all glossy and drool on the corners of his mouth.

Before you can protest he pushes his large fingers into your pussy, you dry out in pleasure as he moves them, his movements smooth, “ooh look at you- a fuckin mess.” He taunts.

He can feel your taste in his tongue.

You taste like candy, it’s so sweet and so addictive, you would think that he’s over exaggerating but it’s true.

You taste like candy.

Your moans are like music as you arch your back at the fast movements of his fingers.

But as soon your walls clench tighter, he pulls his fingers out before licking them lewdly.

“Wanna cum? Admit it then. Admit that I’m the best at eating your pussy.”

You can’t comprehend because you can’t think- you can’t really see. “Nghh yes please I need your mouth please.”

Gojo coos, “oh I know sweet girl.” You’ve finally admitted it.

And so, he buries his face deep inside your cunt once more, moaning against it like a beast in heat.

“Mhmm yeah- nghh mhmp-~ cum f’me darling- cum all over my tongue.”

[rafessecret]

Step!sister and rafe infront of his friends where rafe and his friends are golfing and step!sister is sitting in the golf car. Rafe tells her to come and hit a ball and he’s standing behind her holding her hands helping her hit one and he starts kissing her neck? And all of rafes friends are just watching and what would their reactions be ?

⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron

JUST TAKE A SWING PRETTY.

The late afternoon sun beats down on the manicured expanse of the golf course, a golden glow casting long shadows across the pristine grass. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut greens, expensive cologne, and the lingering sweetness of the piña coladas Rafe has been slipping you since you arrived.

You’re perched in the passenger seat of the golf cart, one leg tucked under you, the other stretched out, bare skin glistening in the sun. The breeze flutters the hem of your little white skirt, teasing against your thighs as you giggle, half-drunk and weightless. Rafe had insisted you come, practically dragging you out of the house with that smug, knowing smirk, and now you know why.

Because Rafe looks good. Sinfully good.

His polo shirt clings to his broad shoulders, the crisp fabric stretched taut across his chest. The expensive watch on his wrist glints in the sun as he adjusts his grip on his club, rolling his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath golden skin. He’s the picture of effortless decadence, all sharp jawlines and easy arrogance, the kind of rich boy who belongs here—who owns this place in the way he carries himself.

And he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Kelce lines up his shot a few feet away, muttering something under his breath as he swings, but you barely hear it. You’re too busy watching Rafe watch you. His gaze trails from the condensation beading on your glass to the lazy way your fingers toy with the straw, then lower—to the way your thighs press together, the way your bikini top peeks from beneath your cropped tank, the way you’re so blatantly comfortable, drunk off sugar and rum and his attention.

Then, his voice—low and syrupy, curling around you like heat.

❝Come here, baby.❞

You blink up at him, lashes fluttering, pretending you don’t notice the way his friends go quiet, how their conversation stalls as they glance between you two. You’re used to it by now—the judgement, the disbelief, the thinly veiled disgust. But no one says shit. Not anymore. Not after the last time Rafe lost his temper.

Still, their presence lingers, a silent, collective breath held in wait as you slip from the cart, wobbly from the drinks and the warmth pressing in from all angles. Rafe’s already reaching for you by the time you reach him, his hands settling firm on your waist, pulling you close until your back is flush against his chest.

❝Wanna take a swing?❞ he murmurs, the words brushing against the shell of your ear, thick with amusement. His hands slide lower, gripping your hips, steadying you as he presses his front into your back. You feel him—solid, unyielding, all heat and hunger and barely restrained indulgence.

You let out a breathy giggle, batting your lashes over your shoulder. ❝I dunno how to.❞

❝That’s what I’m here for, pretty girl.❞

Rafe adjusts his stance behind you, guiding your fingers over the club, wrapping his hands over yours. The motion presses you deeper against him, his chest firm against your back, his breath hot against your cheek. The golf course is quiet, save for the distant hum of crickets, the lazy trickle of a nearby water hazard, and the sound of your own heartbeat hammering against your ribs.

And then, he moves.

His lips graze your jaw, slow and deliberate, before dragging lower, tracing the delicate slope of your neck. A sharp inhale slips past your lips, your grip faltering on the club as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

❝Rafe—❞

❝Shh,❞ he soothes, nipping lightly, his tongue flicking against heated skin. ❝Focus, baby.❞ But how could you?

His hands tighten around yours as he guides the club back, the motion smooth, controlled. Your stomach flips, a heat pooling deep in your belly, the air suddenly too thick, too charged. You barely register the way he helps you follow through, the dull crack of the ball soaring down the course, because all you can feel is him—the press of his chest, the possessive grip on your waist, the way his lips linger, just barely there, just enough to make you crave more.

And the worst part?

Everyone’s watching.

Kelce clears his throat, shifting awkwardly, while Topper lets out an exaggerated scoff, rubbing a hand down his face like he’s witnessing something blasphemous. ❝Jesus fucking Christ, man.❞

Rafe hums, utterly unbothered. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t stop his fingers from tracing slow, idle patterns against the curve of your waist. If anything, he tightens his hold, dragging you back against him as if to remind them all—remind you—that this, you, belong to him. Kelce exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. ❝Are you serious? Right now?

❝What?❞ Rafe drawls, pressing one last, lingering kiss against your shoulder before finally letting you go. ❝She wanted to try. I helped.❞ Topper makes a disgusted noise, dragging a hand through his hair before shaking his head. ❝You’re fucking unbelievable.❞

❝And?❞ Rafe grins, all sharp teeth and dark amusement. He doesn’t care—not about their opinions, not about the tension crackling in the air like a live wire. His focus stays on you, on the way you shift in place, flustered, the way you bite your lip, eyes flicking to him for some kind of answer.

And he gives you one.

❝C’mon, pretty girl,❞ he murmurs, slipping an arm around your waist, tugging you back toward the cart. ❝Let’s get you another drink.❞

You don’t argue. You never do.

Because Rafe always wins.

And you always let him.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : Thanks for the request anon.

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