#fuck yes mma boyfriend

[tteokdoroki]

࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #10. babies, lots of ‘em.

about. the all star jock has an intense breeding kink that leads him to confess the plans he has for he and his weird girlfriend’s future. ( 2.5K )

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst if you squint, characters aged up to 20s, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum play, praise, jock bf!yuuji, weird girl + fem!reader - the brain rot continues !! inspired by @kweenkatsuki-fics recent yuuji thirsting hehe <3

“‘mma give you babies… lots of ‘em,” yuuji slurs, his hips ramming into yours at a bruising, unprecedented pace. 

beneath your shaky fingertips, the muscles of your boyfriend’s back ripple with his movements — his strength as he uses the headboard for leverage to fuck into your sloppy, sweltering heat of your sex. you’re flat on your back, his heavy and weighty body hanging over yours protectively while itadori traps you between the blazing heat in his chest and the sweaty bed sheets below. whenever yuuji gets in the mood like this, possessive and hungry for you ( and nobody else but you ), in the mood to keep you all to himself — you can’t help but succumb to each one of his touches and wet kisses. 

you can’t help the way your body trembles in the cage of his muscular arms while his abs ripple against your tummy and his pelvis tacks deliciously to your swollen clit. the bed creaks beneath the sloppy affair of your grinding bodies and somehow, within the mess of sex and love, your freehands link and squeeze to ground one another. “the way you’re suckin’ me in, god, honey,” yuuji coos, his words tickle the shell of your ear delicately, contrasting with the carnivorous way his deep brown eyes drink you in when he pulls back slightly to look at you, silver chain and dog tags dangling above your hot face, as if he’s picturing you nice and full of him and his seed. “so selfish, you don’t wanna let me pull out. you want this cum…yeah?” 

in that moment, you think you might cum, all because of the breathy whimpers from your lover that ghost over your dampened cupid’s bow ( wet from kisses ) — accompanied by the sensation of his hard-on bullying its way into your tight, quivering little hole. there’s a keen smile that spreads across yuuji’s plush lips when you nod your head ‘yes’ in response, you feel his excitement and desire for you deepen when the entire length of him twitches inside of you — pulsating as small spurts of precum begin to line your lewdly squelching walls.

“i knew you would, you’re such a good girl…and you’re all mine, how lucky am i? that you’re all. fucking. mine.” for a boy so sweet and gentlemanly outside of the bedroom, itadori is always sure to fuck you nasty and raw whilst making you feel like the most adored person on the planet. yuuji’s sailor-mouth-like praises are slurred and sinful, a tale tale sign that he’s already pussy drunk as he sheaths inch after inch within you. you can hardly blame him, not when your body adjusts to yuuji so perfectly — silken pussy stretching over the blue spiralling veins on his heavy cock. “mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed.” he tells you through seraphic gripes too.

“ohmygod!” you squeal, voice ringing hoarsely in your throat. your cunt spills honey molasses and sweet nectar against your ravaged sexes, juices intertwining with the small pink tufts of yuuji’s happy trail as his bright red tip bears down harshly on your gummy g-spot — providing him with the lube he needs to make love to you properly. “baby…i c-can’t!” 

just as you moan out again, legs squeezing around your boyfriend’s slender waist — yuuji’s blushing face ducks into your neck, making quick work of marking up your skin…because if he looks at your face, the way your brows crease softly and your lips part in a gentle ‘o’, and sees the way it twists with mounting pleasure. he won’t be able to hold off for much longer, he’ll lose his mind and fuck you too hard for either of you to cope. he knows that you can take it, manage to take all of his seed and all of his love — but if yuuji snaps, he’ll be pounding into you until he’s shooting blanks. 

with your hands traversing upwards into yuuji’s sea of pink curls and over his smooth undercut, he reacts with his golden eyes rolling back into the dark depths of his skull — temporarily locking away your sunlight that brings warmth to your dorm. a familiar heat prickles underneath the surface of your skin like a thousand tiny needles as you pant out your words, pleading with bambi as you look up at yuuji. “i want your cum, yuuji, i want you to…hah… fill me up ‘n get me pregnant…” there’s a feeling painfully seated above your abdomen, a burning sensation of mounting pleasure like a wound desperate to be licked and soothed by itadori.

by grinding up against him, sticky clit smearing over his tense stomach and golden abs, you think that you might garner some relief — but you only feel teased and taunted when the jock pulls his cock from the snugness of your tight head to slap his milky cockhead against your pulsing mound proudly.

“don’t say it like that, fuck, baby,” yuuji all but groans, lashes fluttering at the slick sound your cunt makes with each love tap. beads of his precum ooze over you in another form of claim, glazing you in yuuji’s scent and taste. some of it even drips from your abused hole as it clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by all that your boyfriend has to offer. “there’s so much… s’leaking out of you. gonna have to keep you on my dick always, give you all my babies.” the rose haired man can’t even hear himself speak, not over the sound of blood rushing through his ears — carrying sex crazed hormones. certainly not over your sweet sighs that form a melody with the pap, pap, pap of your pussy as he slowly sinks back into you — building up a steady rhythm to his thrusts, like an ocean’s regular tide.

yuuji can’t stop rambling, saying whatever lustful thought sits at the forefront of his mind. having you splayed out beneath him like this, your nipples pert against his firm chest and your breasts bouncing with every forceful lunge of his hips forward — it drives him up a wall. “gonna look so pretty ‘n round when you’re full of me. i’ll put a ring on it, make you my pretty wife — holy fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. you like it when i talk to you like that, huh?” the thick vein on the underside of his shaft presses deliciously up against pleasure spots that only yuuji knows about, never leaving you unsatisfied, not even for a moment as his body rocks passionately into yours.

tanned skin and hard muscle feel slippery underneath your trembling hands. you don’t know what to hold onto, don’t know how to ground yourself when you feel this good and yuuji’s cock skilfully dives into your sopping heat — promises of the future, a wedding and family hand in the humid air buzzing between you both but is best said by the way itadori’s body dsnces with your own, his arousal soaked signature lining your rippling walls.   

“need that so bad, yuuji! need you so bad… please fill me up, i want it inside.” you hiccup and demand, hardly able to speak through it all. the bed moans and groans just like you do, every time itadori’s dick pumps in and pulls out of your dripping, greedy hole — coated in a layer of foamy white. using your elbows as leverage, you work your hips down to meet yuuji in a slick and sensual dance, clenching at every inch of him that assails your insides until delight crackles over your hazy brain.  

“god, baby please…if you keep talking like that i’m gonna—“ yuuji whines from deep within his chest, the sound resonating through you and shooting straight down to your creamy cunt that clamps down on him, pulling little droplets of precum from his sensitive tip. 

your next words have the jock pounding into you with new vigour, desperate to give you everything that you want. “d-don’t pull out, yuuji. inside.” 

“ahh, okay,” he whimpers as his voice rises in pitch, brown eyes stinging with tears. his golden arms flex as they lift you by the apex of your thighs — dragging you back onto his cock and it’s unforgiving pace. itadori presses his forehead to yours, caramel eyes shining with tears that gleam in the afternoon sunlight breaking through the curtains of your dorm.  “okay, okay fuck. okay, oh god — h-honey, i’m…fuck! i-im cumming!” he stumbles over his every word, the pink haired jock’s entire world shattering into smaller glass fragments as he finally hits his peak. thick waves of white flood your womb, hot and viscous and lighting you up from the inside out. it coats your swollen pussy lips in an opaque layer that smears along your inner thighs, pouring endlessly from yuuji’s fat cock and breeder’s balls.

effectively breeding you. 

still humping at you relentlessly and not daring to leave you far behind, yuuji tacks two of his fingers to your clit and caresses it in smooth circles, searing his name into you forever. he never lets up, fucking his cum into your womb with languid thrusts — bulbous and mushroomed cockhead spurting his hot seet against your g-spot as it grazes the epicentre of your pleasure over and over again. yuuji holds you in his arms while your vision clears, replaced by only blinding flashes of white and accompanied by an empty scream rattling around in your throat. your arousal spurts out of you in generous and clear streams, nearly forcing yuuji’s cock from your tight, rippling walls — painting both you and him in your juices. 

your boyfriend can barely hold himself above you as you both finally come down, flopping onto you and trapping you against the sex soiled matress for cuddles. 

“we can’t have babies, yuuji,” you laugh happily, letting out a puff of air from deep within your chest once you’re finally able to catch your breath. “not right now, we’re too young and we’re still in college!”

“well duh, not right now…” he muses, kissing your jaw and your neck and every part of you that he’s marked up and bruised. “but like afterwards…yanno? a few years down the line when we both have jobs. i’m gonna be pro and you’ll be a sexy career woman. ‘n i’ll make so much money that you can take all the time off you want. make sure you’re nice and taken care of and—“ 

giggling, the sweet melodies of your laughter cut through your boyfriend’s wistful rambling. 

“what’s so funny?” 

“it’s just…you’ve really got this all planned out, huh?” you reach a hand up to cup itadori’s sweaty cheek, brushing a thumb over the rough scarring at the corner of his mouth. he leans into you, much like a cat seeking physical touch, and you scratch just under his chin. “you want to be with me for that long?” 

“i mean…yeah. i want you for the rest of my life. i thought that was obvious,” yuuji manages to say while you squish his cheeks and play about with his face, sounding a little dejected. “don’t you? … don’t you want that with me?” 

your smile drops as you shift to your elbows, immediately dead set on reassuring your usually confident boyfriend. “of course i want that with gou. i want everything with you, it’s just that…” you chew on your words, push them around the cavern of your mouth as it dries with nervousness. “it’s just that… i’m still so different to you, i’m still not…conventional by any means. so i just thought… by the time college was over you’d—“ 

“i’d get bored of you?” 

yuuji looks almost offended, his pink and kiss-swollen lips pushed forward into a pout and his dark brows drawn together in the centre of his forehead. falling back onto the sheets, one of his hands sink into the pillow supporting your head as you lay flat on your back — you feel it tremble with an emotion you can’t quite place on his face. is it anger? hurt? annoyance? either way, your heart hammers in your chest and crawls it’s way up your throat. you feel nauseous at the prospect of even upsetting yuuji — especially after the loving sex you’ve just had. 

a croak in your throat replaces your sweet voice, you’re not sure if it’s because of how you’d been previously screaming your boyfriend’s name or because of how nervous you’ve suddenly become. “y-yeah,” you say slowly. “that.” 

“how could you even think that?” yuuji breathes steadily, the corner of his mouth twitching into a frown but you can’t bare to look at him any longer — casting your gaze to the side. 

shaking your head, you blink back tears you hadn’t even known were there. “i don’t… i don’t know. forget it, pretend i never said anything.” 

itadori bends at the neck to reach you,  tutting into the air as it cools down and loses its feverish taste for lust. his nose bumps yours, the pair of them becoming neighbours while his breath coasts across your face almost comfortingly. 

“when i say i want you, i mean it. forever,”  he confesses, like a reflex, like the natural reflex that his brain has to make his heart beat. “i want you to be my wife after all this. you’re not just some college fling to me. i want to buy you a house, a big ring, keep you comfortable for the rest of my life. i decided on that when i first met you,” a calloused finger and thumb tilt your chin to the perfect angle, making you look at him, your gaze falling into a mahogany one belonging only to your doting partner. “i don't care how long it takes to prove this to you… but you’re the love of my life, so have a little faith in me. okay?”

yuuji takes your hand in his, placing your palm on the left side of his chest where the muscle keeping him alive races for you. the only girl in the room. the only girl in his worlds. his dog tags jingle at the movement but his eyes on you remain unwavering and so full of commitment. you’d be stupid not to believe him now.

“okay,” you affirm sweetly, tilting your head a little further in a silent ask. you want a kiss. “i love you, yuuji.” 

“and i love you right back,” he mumbles against your lips without skipping a beat, slotting your mouths together perfectly in a gentle chaste kiss. “now baby, please stop asking me to cum inside, you know i can’t help it and we can’t have babies just yet,” yuuji whines and collapses on top of you with a huff. 

“you’re the one who said you wanted to give me babies!” 

“and you’re the one who keeps feeding into my breeding kink, let’s not get it twisted here!”

and all throughout your playful bickering, yuuji stays nestled deep inside of you — keeping you plugged full. of both his cum and his love.  

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[runa-falls]

something new

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: smut, afab!reader, fluff :3, grinding/dry humping, pussy-job, creampie, 'outercourse', soft boyfriend!mig

w/c: ~2k

a/n: rewrite of my old fic bc i need it with miguel. if you read it before ignore it ;^) mig looks like this fanart by @xynnoix

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You’re lounging on the sofa, legs resting in Miguel's lap and sitting in comfortable silence, when you decide to proposition him.

“I saw this video online and…I wanna try something with you.” He briefly looks up from his spider-pad, attention perked at your soft-spoken voice.

You beam at him from across the couch, an innocent smile slapped on your face as your lashes bat nicely against the tops of your cheeks.

Miguel simply shakes his head dismissively, “Cariño, we’re not doing any more MMA techniques.” He swiftly turns his attention back to his work, pointedly ignoring your childish pout. “You got hurt last time, remember?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, “First, I didn’t even twist my ankle during the match! I literally slipped down the stairs when we left the training area. Secondly, that’s not even what I’m talking about!” 

“Ok, then what is it? WWE moves?” He asks teasingly, eyes still focused on the screen.

“Actually…I wanna try outercourse-- i-is that how you say it?” You talk about it so casually that he doesn't even realize what you’re saying until he plays it back in his head a few times. The finger that was working through several urgent emails slows down as you continue to ramble. 

“...Like pussy-jobs and grinding, I think. I don’t exactly know the technical terms that are involved, but it looked hot–” Your voice tapers off when you realize he’s looking at you.

His darkened gaze concentrates on your thighs that are unintentionally rubbing together as you recall your new interest. 

You know that look. His glaze-over eyes, furrowed brows, and tense body mean one thing: he’s interested too. 

Despite how worked up he is, Miguel manages to gently place his tablet on a side table before slowly wrapping his fingers around your ankles on his lap.

“So you want me to fuck you without actually fucking you?” 

“Y-yes...?”

He hums, turning his whole body to face you.

He fluidly pulls your body down to lay flat on the couch in front of him, barely leaving any room for him to sit. You feel his hand tap the side of your thigh.

“Open up for me, baby.”

Your loose shorts hike up your thighs as you obediently spread your legs for him, kneesbending to make space for him to scoot closer to you. The pale pink fabric displays a dark splotch over your center, evidence of your arousal and lack of underwear underneath. Miguel tauntingly raises an eyebrow when he notices.

“Aw, is your pussy already leaking for me?” Your breath stutters as he lightly glides his finger over your covered cunt.

“J-just a little.” Your thighs threaten to close when you feel him prod shallowly against your entrance. He groans, noticing how his movements encourage your slick to soak through the flimsy fabric of your shorts. 

You whine as you feel him pull away.

“Such a juicy slut for me.” He rasps, pushing himself closer to you so his head hangs over yours. Your head swims when you breathe in his comforting scent, he's so close, but you need him closer. Your body instinctively attempts to press up against him.

“Gimme a kiss, cariño.” 

You immediately obey, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs over his waist, effectively pulling his warmth into your space. He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours, taking time to breathe you in as your gaze locks with his. 

A breath is caught between you as you gaze into each other’s eyes, drinking each micro-expression on your face. Miguel lets out a soft sigh, "You're gorgeous."

And the intense mood breaks. 

You pull away to lightly giggle into his chest, a soft blush blooming from the edge of your neck to the tops of your cheeks. He matches your smile, watching with amused eyes as you react to his flattery.

Somehow he can still make you feel unbearably giddy despite the months you’ve been dating. 

You look back up with a crooked smile, “You’re pretty too, Spider-Man.” 

Miguel dips his head in and captures your lips in his. He’s gentle at first, slowly savoring your lips with small nips and caresses. He runs the tip of his tongue over the edge of your bottom lip, trailing a line over the sensitive skin, then pushing further against your mouth.

You whine when he licks into your mouth, coaxing your tongue to mingle with him, to taste your mixed flavor of lust.

Your back arches when he presses a finger flush against your throbbing clit. it simultaneously sends warm ecstasy down your legs and up your spine, and you can feel your center pulsing, craving more. 

Miguel leaves your mouth as he moves further up the couch to fit himself between your thighs. His forearms support his weight next to your shoulders as he gently lets his hips rest against yours. You can already feel his stiff cock twitching persistently between your bodies.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice husky as he considers you under him.

Your eyes blearily blink up at him before you give him a shy nod, already looking thoroughly fucked out with your mussed hair and pink lips. He experimentally pushes down against you and starts to grind himself into your body with controlled strokes. 

The rough texture of his jeans digs deliciously into your softness, barely subdued by the thin fabric of your shorts. Pleasure zips up your spine as he involuntarily ruts against your clit with each shove of his hips. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to smother your cries into his skin.

“This what you wanted?” He growls, body hot and heavy against yours. 

You feel yourself grow infinitely wetter, warmth spreading over your inner thighs. You whine as he twitches against you, your body hypersensitive to everything around you.

“Mm, fuck.” He feels your slick slowly travel through the thickness of his jeans. 

He can barely hear your wrecked voice over the sound of his jeans rubbing over you and the couch rocking against the wooden floors.

“Wait.” 

His hips stutter to a stop, “Wait?” Miguel's eyes look worried as he searches your face, wondering if something went wrong.

“I-I just want more.” You bite your lip nervously as you stare back at him, feeling guilty that you scared him.

The tension in his body slacks quickly, like cool water rushing down his back. “More?”

You nod sheepishly, “Uh-huh.” 

He climbs off of you and kneels on the floor to your side, “Ok, can you show me?” His voice is soft and patient as he speaks to you.

He watches as you shove your hips upwards to tug off your shorts before throwing them to the side. You do the same with your tank top, then settle back into the couch cushions.

Your legs squeeze together as your sensitive nipples tighten when exposed to the cool air. You look over at Miguel who’s admiring your bare body next to you, “You too.” He immediately pulls off his shirt and shoves down his jeans before rejoining you. 

Miguel kneels on the couch and pushes your legs up to reveal your dripping pussy, leaking messily from your rutting session a few minutes ago. He slaps himself over your warmth, spreading your slick over your cunt and watching it drip down to your ass.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

Before you know what’s happening, he positions himself against your entrance and tries to push into your cunt, tip slowly slipping into you with ease. He groans as your cunt instinctively sucks him in, walls fluttering as he begins to stretch you. 

 “No–wait, that’s not what we’re doing!” You simultaneously scoot away and squeeze your legs together once you catch on to what’s happening. 

“What-”

“Outside, Mig, remember? Only outside.” You push up and lean against the couch arm, hair poofed adorably around you. “Here, I’ll show you. Lay down where I was.” You direct, moving off the couch to give him enough room.

“Okay.” He takes your place, cock bobbing with his movements as it stays desperately hard for you. You bite your lip as your eyes trace the happy trail that graces his lower stomach. God, he's delicious.

You straddle yourself over his hips, admiring how delectable he looks below you, hot and ready for you to climb on. He watches you with anticipation as you position yourself his erection that rests against his stomach. 

His breath hitches when you sit your full weight onto him, the pressure makes him throb against the seam of your cunt. You experimentally rub yourself against the silken skin of his cock, barely holding yourself up on your knees to make it easier to move. He groans as you spread your warmth over his cock and the bottom of his muscled torso. 

“So wet for me, baby.” He looks up at you with heavy eyes, his top lip barely covering his protruded fangs. His hand squeezes the top of your thigh when you lock eyes.

A small piece of your hair sways over his forehead with each movement of your hips. As you grind over him, the head of his cock nudges delectably against your clit causing you to clench around nothing every time it hits you.

You pathetically puff out breaths as your stomach tightens in heat, eyes already threatening to roll to the back of your head. Lewd wet sounds lick between your bodies as you fluidly slick yourself against him.

Your thighs shake as you get closer to the edge, hips slowing down as the white-hot pleasure ripples through your body. Miguel licks his lips and takes initiative, canting his hips upwards in sync with yours, slipping himself more firmly against you.

He pulls your arms off of his chest and gathers them behind your back. Your spine arches prettily for him, ass stuck out behind you. In this position, you’re forced to surrender yourself to every push of his hips and slip of his cock.

It’s electrifying. You cry out when your orgasm pulls you under its firey wave. Your thighs clench around his hips as your body trembles above him. The sparks refused to flicker off as Miguel continues to rut against you, body tenses as he meets his end as well.

He thrusts one final glide of his cock through the soaked petals of your cunt before abruptly pushing into you, overwhelming your senses with the painfully exquisite sensation of being stretched all at once.

He growls as your warmth wraps around him, fluttering prettily as he shoves himself deep inside.

He stutters inside of you, pushing himself incredibly deep inside of you as he cums and cums, filling you to the brim. A satisfying warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach as he paints your walls, soothing your weak body as it recovers from your orgasm.

You collapse onto Miguel's body, ignoring how unbearably hot it is as your bodies try to cool down. His heart beats heavily next to yours and everything slows down. He hums under you, gently stroking a hand against your back .

You don’t know how long you lay there, enjoying each other’s company, but you're half awake by the time Miguel gets up, with you, boneless, in his arms. 

“How does a bath sound, mi vida?” You lazily look up at him as he carries you to the bathroom with ease. His voice is still so...sultry.

“Am just I weak or something?” Your voice rasps harshly, “How are you not fighting the urge to pass out right now?”

He nuzzles his face into your body, pecking a kiss against your sweat-stick throat. “I could actually go again if you'd like..."

[ohnococo]

Fight Night Sukuna: An Infodump

I’ve put together a bit of a Fight Night info dump thanks to the cute Sukuna cat video made by @ehnonymousse (and me going through some of my character notes to write a request for MMA Sukuna) . These are in no specific order/format - just however I pulled them from my notes and some random observations!

Under a cut for length 💛

Sukuna doesn’t actually dislike junk food as much as he tends to claim, but he’s not in his 20s anymore and is already large and bulky enough that he has to be strict with his diet to make weight before fights. If he ate how he truly wanted he’d have no chance. Still, he indulges between fights and as a result gets a little soft around the middle. His lower abs are slightly obscured by a rounded stomach (though it takes a lot more than that for his Adonis belt to lose prominence) and his pecs get softer. That being said even when he’s at his leanest he doesn’t have that hard muscle. He does when flexing, yes, but it’s soft when he’s not.

He has a definite sweet tooth, but prefers bitter flavours with his sweet like dark chocolate and coffee. Had he taken reader out to the cafe we see in Chapter 5 when he wasn’t in the process of eating clean and cutting weight, we would have definitely seen him ordering their take on maritozzi, filled with coffee cream.

I’ll just pop screenshots in to make referencing it easy, but as far as Sukuna was concerned he and reader were dating while they were fucking around and partying together. He hadn’t necessarily intended that last night as a goodbye, just a break to messing around like that because he needed to train and be clean for potential random drug tests.

But those feelings, and showing them in a way other than strictly physically, were new to him and he doesn’t realize he and reader isn’t on the same page until this exchange in Chapter 5:

The “sounds like you’re asking me on a date” throws him because, well, as far as he was concerned every night out after the first was a date. That effectively confirms his suspicions that yeah, maybe doing drugs and drinking and fucking all night doesn’t exactly come across as “hey i’m boyfriend material” to most people.

On that note when Sukuna sees he isn’t in reader’s phone under his name, and instead as 👹👑, he’s actually hurt. But he doesn’t really address those types of things when he’s several hours in to filling his body with all kinds of things that obscure his judgement so he deals with that hurt the best way he knows how that isn’t violence: with his dick.

Sukuna was actually really excited to fight Toji. They’d done an entertaining amount of trash talking in press leading up to the fight, and Sukuna loves that shit. Plus it’s not often he gets to fight someone as tricky as Toji.

Also Sukuna knows reader has been looking him up online during Chapter 6 at the frozen yogurt place when they say Toji’s name. Sukuna had never mentioned his name specifically.

The first time Sukuna and reader have sex sober, at his house in Chapter 4, solidifies to Sukuna that he is absolutely down bad. In a way he’d thought his usual indifference would return after some time away, but it only makes him realize he doesn’t want to have that kind of distance again.

Sukuna sort of lazily sliding his fingers inside of reader after sex is a type of comfort thing for him. Think of it as the opposite of the implied awkward feeling that comes with post-nut clarity. He feels accepted, and likes basking in that afterglow as he remind himself he was inside of you and left something behind.

He loves having his scalp rubbed and his hair tugged, it gives him goosebumps. Like he literally pays for scalp massages, he loves it that much.

[chemicalalice]

Fic: Beer Club - Kinktober 2022 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

Title: Beer Club

Summary: At the bi-weekly Beer Club, Benny tries to set you up

Pairing: William Miller x female!Reader

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing, dirty talk Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 2516

Benny had meant well.

He was your best friend, and, yes, you loved him to death, but there had been far too many uncomfortable situations that you had been in that seemed to be defined by the statement "Benny Had Meant Well."

He had known you were lonely. Hell, he had been your date to countless of your friends' weddings. Had watched you watch the happy couple with a deep sadness in your eyes, knowing you thought you would never be in their place. And Benny? Benny was a romantic. There was no way that Benny was going to let that happen.

So when when he showed up to your bi-weekly "beer club" (and didn't that just make drinking at the bar sound so much more posh?) with his eyes shining in barely concealed excitement and an MMA buddy in tow you knew that Benny? He meant well.

"I'm telling you, sweetheart, this is the guy for you!" His hands were on your shoulders, shaking you lightly in his excitement as you stood with Benny and Will at the bar. You were waiting for your next round of drinks and his eyes were peering earnestly into yours as he waited for your response.

You laughed and shrugged off his grip. "He does seem very nice Benny. But I just met the guy an hour ago. I think it is a little premature to be calling him 'the one'."

"Will, man, tell her she need to give this a chance!" Benny turned to his brother, eyes pleading for backup. Will didn't look back, choosing to keep his focused on the slightly sodden beer list on the bar in front of him. They all had the thing memorized by now so you didn't know what he was looking for. You, in turn, did your best not to look at Will.

"She's a big girl, Benny. I think she can decide for herself if that guy is worth her time or not," the older Miller drawled.

Benny scoffed. He would have likely argued the point further, but the bartender chose that moment to appear and Benny turned his attention and charm to her.

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It was much later on, when everyone was over by the pool table watching Benny get his ass handed to him by his friend, that Will spoke directly to you for the first time that night. He had just returned with another drink, and slid in to the booth next to you, tossing his arm carelessly over the back of the seat so his finger tips just barely grazed your bare shoulder. It took everything you had to suppress the shiver that wanted to work it's way up your spine.

He was watching the pool table antics with a small grin when he spoke. "He seems like a nice guy. Could be good for you."

You chuckled and reached for your glass. "'Could be.' A ringing endorsement."

"I'm serious! He doesn't seem like a prick, which is a lot more than I can say for all the other guys Benny has tried to set you up with. You two seem like you are getting on well. Pretty sure he is hoping for a breakfast date tomorrow morning. Although," His eyes slid over to you, "I can guarantee he would never be able to make you as wet as I can."

You had just been about to take another sip of your drink, and had you completed that action you had no doubt that you would have choked. Possible even spit the beer all over him.

"What the fuck, Will!?" You knew no one was around to hear his comment, but you still snuck a guilty look at Benny out of habit. Benny would kick Will's ass if he knew his brother had been casually fucking his best friend on the regular for the better part of the year. Not to mention the additional random hook ups that had happened throughout the years, in-between various girlfriends and boyfriends the two of you had had.

Will smirked at your expression and turned his gaze back to the pool game. He know he was crossing that firmly established line that you two had been standing on opposite sides of for the last decade. First rule of fucking your brother's best friend/best friend's brother: you do not talk about fucking your brother's best friend/best friend's brother.

"All these guys Benny has tried to set you up with look at you and see a smart, sophisticated, and beautiful woman. And they have no idea that all I have to do is ask and you would be down on your knees in the tiny little bathroom here with my cock stuffed down your throat, unsure if you wanted me to come on your face or all over those perfect tits."

You could only guess what you looked like at that moment; face hot, lips parted in shock, pint glass frozen mid air between the table and your mouth. Will, on the other hand, looked as if you two were discussing the weather; that familiar half-grin you normally loved so much fixed firmly in place.

"You can get real filthy sometimes, can't you darlin'. I can guarantee this guy tonight would have no clue how much you love getting it from behind, getting your hair pulled like it's the reigns on an unbroken filly. I know you like it rough." The casual brush of his fingers at your shoulder transformed into an actual caress. "I feel how wet you get around my cock when I wrap my hand in your hair and pull. I know how much you like it when I bend you in half and make you just take it."

Never, never, in all the years you have known William Miller have you ever heard anything out of him like you were hearing now. Will, the same Will who, yes, could get dirty in bed, but who was always the most perfect gentlemen with women outside of it. And he was, apparently, not done yet.

"Nobody can make you scream like I do, baby. We both know that. And I bet you are getting wet for me right now."

"Will," your breath was as shaky as your hand as you finally lowered your glass back to the table. It landed with a thump, and neither of your paid any attention to the beer that sloshed over the rim and splashed onto the table when Will's hand slid up under your dress and slipped a finger inside your panties, stroking. "What are you-"

"I fucking knew it." His lips brushed the edge of your ear as he leaned in closer, feeling how wet you were from just his words. "You aren't going home with that guy, darlin'. I'm going to be the one taking you home tonight. And it is my name you are going to be screaming while you ride my dick."

The pool game was wrapping up when Will stood, his hand on your arm, pulling you gently, but insistently, after him. Not that you saw it. And you didn't see the look of disbelief and outrage on Benny's face as he finally caught sight of the two of you. Your attention was firmly fixed on where your hand was clasped tightly in Will's as he led you out of the bar.

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It was the soft roll of thunder and gentle rain against your window that woke you the next morning. Will's arm was heavy where it draped across your middle, holding you snugly to his chest. You knew he had realized you were awake when his fingers, which had been stroking gently against your belly, began to creep lower.

"Benny has been blowing up both our phones all morning. I'm glad we had the good sense to put them on silent or we wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all." His voice was low, rough. The voice of a man who spent the better part of his night growling absolute filth in your ear as he took you apart, piece by piece, over and over.

You moaned softly as his wandering fingers found their target, causing you to push your ass back into his groin, demanding, even though you were still sore from the night before. You could feel his cock was rock hard as he pressed back against you.

"Jesus," he groaned, reverence and desperation in his voice. "I want to fuck you again. Will you let me fuck you again?"

"Yes." You we're just as desperate. You always were, for him.

You were still wet with his spend from the night before when he slid his cock between your thighs and along the seam of your cunt, slicking himself as you grew even wetter. He was content to rut lazily against you like that, the head of his cock occasionally catching on your entrance before sliding past and up to where he was slowly thumbing your clit, sending sparks through you, building your pleasure gently but not enough to actually get you anywhere near your peak. You felt like you were almost at the point of begging for more when his fingers drifted down from your clit and spread you wide open to him. His other hand came up to wrap around your throat as he pushed inside of you with one steady thrust, made all the easier by how slick you were inside and out from his ministrations.

"I told Benny to stop sending his meathead friends around." His voice was shaky, a stark contrast to the steady thrust of his hips. "I told him you were mine."

"Will!" It was barely more than a strangled gasp. His grip on your throat was gentle; it was the feel of him moving inside of you, the push and pull of his cock in your cunt, that took your breath away. It always had.

"You've always been mine," he growled, his hips punching his cock into you harder. "This pussy has always been mine; this body, this gorgeous body," a squeeze to your hip, "has always been mine, hasn't it, darlin'?" You wanted to reply, to tell him what you knew he wanted to hear, but words had left you. The previous night had been intense, yes, but not like how it currently was. Last night was lust, pure and simple. The frantic meeting of two needy bodies. This, this, was something else. Last night his talk had been dirty, but now it sounded devotional.

"I'm sick of hiding it. Of us. Of how I feel about you. Of how I always felt about you." The flex of his fingers, their grip as they sunk into your flesh, was strong and possessive.

The rhythm of his strokes was growing erratic, but you barely noticed. Lightning was dancing up your spine; the perfect accompaniment to the flash outside the window. You weren't going to last much longer.

"Tell me you're mine, baby. Tell me, please!" His words were pleading, and the storm that had been gathering inside you steadily since you woke finally exploded.

"Yes! God, Will! Yes, yes, yes" you were chanting as the waves of pleasure rolled over you. Your toes curled into his shins as you felt him find his release inside of you again.

"Fuck, I love you, I'm yours," he groaned into your neck as he rode out the last of his own pleasure by grinding into you. "Yours. Just yours, baby. Just yours."

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You were almost asleep again, curled up in Will's arms, head on his chest and listening to the rain still falling, when Will's phone began to vibrate on the nightstand.

He swore and tightened his grip on you, making no move toward the phone. You waited and the phone stopped, only to start up again a few seconds later.

"You're the one who let the cat out of the bag," you groaned, refusing to open your eyes or relinquish your hold on Will. "You know he isn't going to stop until he gets to yell at one of us, and since you told, you can be the one to get yelled at."

"First. Yelled at first, darlin'. You know he is going to give us both hell at some point."

"Yes, and I will go second." Will sighed and leaned to grab his phone.

"William Miller. You motherfucker!" You could hear Benny's voice clearly from the phone, despite it's distance from you and the fact it wasn't on speaker, and couldn't help but smile. "How dare you defile my sweet angel. How long has this been going on? And behind my back!"

"Benny, trust me, she isn't nearly as angelic as you think she is." You gasped in minor horror and thumped Will on the chest. Benny did not need to know what you got up to in the bedroom with his brother. Will smirked and didn't even flinch. "Now as much as I would love to have this conversation with you now, I plan on going back to bed with my girl. Later I will take her out for dinner, and after that I will take her back to bed, again. Tomorrow you can yell at me all you want. Good bye Benny." You could hear Benny practically squawk in protest before the sound was abruptly cut off as Will ended the call.

"Oh, I'm your girl now, am I Miller?" You murmured, tipping your head up to look at him. His hair was sleep-mussed and his eyes shone warmly despite how tired they were. You thought he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and in that moment it felt your chest was going to crack open from how strongly you felt for this man. You had tried to deny it for the better part of ten years. Never let your self get attached despite the fact you still always managed to find your way back to one another, time and time again.

He leaned down to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "You always were, darlin'. I just had to figure out how to man up and tell you."

"And what changed last night?"

Will smirked and settled deeper into the pillows, eyes cast to the ceiling. "I was telling the truth. That guy didn't seem so bad. Couldn't risk it."

You pressed even closer to him and hid your smile against his chest. "I'm glad you got you shit together. Although you are lucky I didn't have a heart attack right there at the bar with all that....talk." When he chuckled in response, it was something that you felt more than heard.

"I figured we had been dancing around this long enough and I had better make my intentions perfectly clear. Plus," his finger dragged down your spine, "that dress you wore was absolutely killing me."

The storm was picking up again outside the window, and you let the beating of Will's heart under your cheek and the feel of his fingers on your back lull you back to sleep.

[jackietaylorsversion]

Shauna Shipman is a terrifying character to me, and I love her so fucking much.

This girl (because she is a girl, just a girl, either seventeen or eighteen, supposed to be in her first year of college but instead stuck in the Wilderness missing more pieces of herself than a plane wreckage) beat the absolute shit out of the Wilderness girlprophet that was once her friend (and I do believe they were friends. I think they were all friends, especially that group of seniors who had probably spent most days together for the last for years; before Lottie was a prophet, she, too, was just a girl), and Shauna thought, "You know what I deserve? To be leader." Because she does a lot for them. Because that's true. She does the dirty things, the butchering, and, while we can infer that maybe a few of the other girls help, none of them helped with Javi. That was all Shauna. The first to take a bite of Jackie? That was Shauna. The one to put a knife to Nat's throat, to do what none of the others would? Shauna. It was Shauna. Does she not deserve to lead them? Does she not deserve her chance to shine?

Here's the thing: I don't think Shauna wants that, not really, not deep down. She just thinks she wants it. She thinks she wants leadership like she thought she wanted Jackie's life, to be Jackie. At least, that's what she told herself. And the things that Shauna tells herself can be really fucking powerful, seeing as how she convinced herself that her teammates had eaten her baby and decided to start a MMA match in the cabin. Hell, in the modern timeline, she even convinces herself that she's going to have to sacrifice a goat, to the point of tears. Shauna in the Wilderness thinks she wants to be leader to the point that she can validate it to herself. Hasn't she done so much for them? But, at the same time, hasn't she done so much to them?

To me, Shauna isn't cut out to be a leader; that doesn't invalidate her as a character, and it's only my opinion. To me, though, the facts are laid out like this: yes, Shauna is willing to do the dirty work. She'll take care of the butchering. She's good at lending an ear or a hand. She's willing to pitch in. But she's also volatile and unpredictable. She can be vindictive (sleeping with her best friend's boyfriend), she talked to her best friend's corpse for months (can't blame her), and, at the end of the day, she tends to look to other people for guidance. Shauna doesn't make decisions; something can be said there about her and Jackie's relationship and "Did I make you live in my shadow?" She can toss in her vote, she can make her own opinion, but actually leading isn't something that really comes naturally to her. And it doesn't seem like something she actually wants.

But, like, not getting it. That's probably the bitch.

[vwritesaus]

meet sasha and kiyoshi, disaster duo

going off this poll, i've decided to share a snippet of my original work ft. the main protagonist and her boyfriend :> more under the cut!!

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      Sasha sucks in a deep breath and steps in front of the couch. Immediately, her boyfriend’s eyes flick up from his phone screen to her face.

      ‘Kiyoshi.’

      ‘Yes, Sash?’

      With as much will as she can muster, Sasha says, ‘I need your help with something. Something only you can help me with.’

      ‘Sure!’ Kiyoshi declares, and his enthusiasm is enough to cause a small smile to tug at Sasha’s lips. ‘What is it?’

      That small smile quickly falls apart and dread fills every crevice of Sasha’s being. But she needs to do this. She has to. It’s the only way. It’s the worst idea she’s ever had.

      ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…’ She shakes her head, wincing at the words that come out of her mouth. ‘D’you wanna go to the gym… together?’

      The following silence is devastating. Sasha wants to dig a hole into the floor and crawl into it.

      Kiyoshi blinks at her, his mouth agape. ‘Huh?’

      Groaning into her palms, Sasha bites, ‘Please don’t make this more painful than it already is. Just say yes or no, dammit!’

      ‘Sasha…’ Peeking through her fingers, she sees Kiyoshi dump his phone onto the cushion next to him and hold his hands out to her, palms up. ‘As much as going to the gym together would make me very happy, I also know you.’

      There is no malice in his voice, just pure fact. He does know her, and she knows herself. Kiyoshi’s the sporty one, the gym rat, the muscle pig. Sasha is… not.

      ‘Which is exactly why I need you to motivate me to go. Who knows what can happen in the future?’

      ‘The future?’ Alarm is rife in his expression. ‘Babe, where are you going with this?’

      Sasha drops her hands from her face, her voice turning dry as she shoots Kiyoshi a weary look. ‘Well, y’know how it goes. All those YA novels. The trope is always the same: the protagonist didn’t know they were magic, and then all of a sudden they need to save the fucking world and they are very conveniently armed with MMA knowledge and are super fit and have amazing stamina and know how to hold their own in a spontaneous fight with otherworldly creatures. As you know, I am the complete opposite, so I better start training in case one of my future goddamn visions ends up being a plot to destroy the world and I’m somehow the only fucking person who can stop it.’

      Gasping for air, Sasha tries to catch her breath and curses her lungs for not being to do their job properly. It just hammers the truth of the matter right down to its core. Kiyoshi is frowning, deep in thought, but there’s something in his expression that flickers ever-so-slightly. She knows what’s up. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, and if her nerves weren’t so shot, she’d be doing the same.

      ‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ she says to him instead.

      ‘Sasha. My love.’

      It’s inevitable and Sasha cannot blame him for it. No longer able to keep his face straight, Kiyoshi crumbles and peals with laughter. Never mind that Sasha glares at him.

      ‘My love, I adore you, but you are thinking way too hard about this.’

      ‘I gotta be prepared, Kiyoshi!’ Sasha argues.

      ‘You are prepared!’ he counters. When all Sasha does is stare at him, question marks flying around her head, Kiyoshi puffs out his chest and states with confidence, ‘You have me! Ya think I’m gonna let ya fight alone should one break out? Girl, please. I’ll always have your back. Just say the word and I’ll come and one-two punch the living shit out of whoever tries to mess with you!’

      The whole scenario is emphasised with Kiyoshi’s signature grin, the one Sasha’s seen flashed at the opposing team during his volleyball matches, and with him flexing his biceps. The whole thing is hilarious, and Sasha would laugh if not for the overwhelming fondness that blooms across her whole chest. God, she got lucky with this guy.

      But there’s just one small problem with his proposal.

      She says gravely, ‘That’s sweet of you, darl, but I hate to break it to you... you don’t have MMA skills either.’

      Kiyoshi blinks. Sasha blinks back.

      ‘Guess we’re fucked then,’ he says.

      ‘Guess we are,’ she echoes.

      ‘Better go train then.’

      ‘Better go train.’

      Tapping a finger to his chin, Kiyoshi’s voice suddenly becomes pensive. ‘Say, wanna place a bet?’

      Not one to back down from a challenge, Sasha asks, ‘What kind of bet?’

      Dark eyes sparkle and Sasha’s hooked.

      ‘If you can survive two consecutive days training at the gym with whatever regime I throw at you to “prepare for the end of the world,’ Kiyoshi pitches, ‘I’ll do whatever you want for a week.’

      ‘A month,’ Sasha rebuts, smiling when Kiyoshi nods his head in agreement. Then she pauses. ‘And if I can’t?’

      She regrets the question the second it passes her lips for an evil-looking grin splits Kiyoshi’s cheeks.

      ‘Kiyoshi—’

      ‘If you can’t,’ he says, ‘you have to eat my famous stir-fry.’

      Horrified, Sasha splutters, ‘Kiyoshi—’

      ‘Broccoli and all. Every. Last. Bite.’

      ‘You fucking arsehole!’ she shouts. Seeing no other alternative that won’t end up with this conversation being a waste, Sasha throws her hands up in defeat. ‘Fine! Just you wait. I’ll fucking do it.’

Two days later

      She storms out of the living room, not wanting to give her boyfriend the satisfaction, but his delighted laughter follows her. It’s contagious, and she laughs quietly to herself. But her determination is stronger.

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      ‘I gotta say, Sash. I’m very surprised,’ he says in awe.

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Watching Sasha drop the weights on the floor with a deep groan, Kiyoshi’s mouth turns down at the corners.

      With her hands on her knees, huffing and puffing and wishing for a long, long shower, Sasha peers up at him through her eyelashes. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, disgustingly damp with sweat, and her arms are screaming at her, but she manages a smug grin.

      ‘What can I say?’ she wheezes. ‘I’d rather kill my arms and legs, hack a lung out and feel like death than put Satan in my mouth.’

      Kiyoshi laughs and smiles hugely at her. ‘I can see that! I’m super proud of you though.’

      He makes a heart with his hands to exemplify this, and Sasha barely manages to make one as well.

idk who else specifically is interested, but i'm tagging @alastairstom since you wanted to read ajksdas ♡

[lover-girl-estxx]

Hi, I was wondering if maybe I could get one with Nick or Nate , maybe the reader is Jax tellers sister and the guys don’t know it and they get worried when they see the older members of samcro mess with her ?

Biker Girl + Fighter

(N40 R28)

"Happy stop! Give me my phone" I said reaching for my phone that was over his head "Nope I want to see this boyfriend of yours" I groaned "Jaxon tell him!" I said as we went into the store "Nope I want to see too" "Chibs!" Happy threw my phone to Chibs "you guys suck" "aye just wait till I get Juice on this lass" Chibs said and laughed I sighed "stick to the list i'm going to get milk" I said and groaned.

"Y/n?!" I hear Nick say from behind me "oh hi baby!" I smiled closing the cooler "hey, who were those assholes messing with you" he put a hand on my shoulder "what?" "those guys fucking with your phone" "oh tho-" "is this the guy you've been talking about?" Jax asked wrapping an arm around my shoulders Nick's jaw tightened and looked to me, I could also see Nate out of the corner of my eye.

"Nick this is my brother Jax, Jax my boyfriend Nick" I smiled "ohh...You know you should invited him to the clubhouse party tonight" Jax said "No N-" "that sounds cool" Nick said "See Y/n! We'll see you at 8 Nick!" he said then walked away. "don't come to the party" I told Nick "why not?" "I-I wanted to keep you apart from them" "why? you've meet all the people I spend my time with?" "it's not the same" "fine, I won't come if you don't want me to," he shrugged I sighed "I didn't even know your your brother was a biker and your hanging out with bikers" he lightly laughed "okay you can come don't bring anyone" "I won't" "okay i'll see you tonight" "see ya" he kissed me before going back to Nate.

"was that your boyfriend?" Happy asked "yes" I put the milk into the cart "how old is he?" I sighed "40" "hes older than me" "don't be assholes tonight please" he shrugged.

I was getting ready in my room at the clubhouse when my phone when off.

'i'm here baby'

I hopped up and went through the crowd of people, I went through the lot to the gate. "hi mamas" I smiled wrapping his arms around his waist he leaned down and kissed me "I want to say i'm sorry for anything that might happen tonight" he chuckled "okay baby".

"whos this" Opie said taking a sip of his beer "my boyfriend Nick" I smiled "Opie" he said hand stuck his hand out for Nick to shake which he did "watch it Nick" Ope added "you too" Ope looked to me "I like him" I smiled.

"Half-Sack two beers please?" he gave a slight smile and a nod "Half- sack?" Nick asked "hes missing a ball" he raised his brow I laughed and nodded "thanks" I smiled as he gave us the beers.

"don't talk to Happy the way you talked to Ope Opies the nice one" I said he nodded "okay baby don't sweat it" he pulled me in between his legs I leaned up and kissed him, we were bumped into I turned Tig was making out with a croweater "eww tig" I grabbed Nicks hand pulling him to my room.

he laid down next to me "why didn't you tell me about this? about your family" I drew my fingers on his chest I sighed "a lot of people see me different when I tell people ....and I really like you didn't want you to not feel the different about me" he leaned up and he kissed me "I love you no matter what, or how they are" I smiled "promise?" he nodded "promise" the door open to Jax holding a pillow and blanket "what are you doing?" I asked "if your boyfriend stays i'm not leaving you alone in here" I sighed and Nick laughed.

A/n: I want to do a Q + A! if you have things you want to know about me or about MMA i'd love to reply!

[pessimisticmortal]

Justmortalschillin Universe OC's

Park Han Wool- Curtain Fringe hairstyle, college student, cold demeanor but actually shy asf. Unrequited love for a mutuals OC; Derek.

Park Ju Won- Han Wool's (hot) single father. Son-complex /j

Matt Bancroft- Blonde-Albedo Hair, British roommate who sells cocaine, big menace

Adam Ledger- Mullet Locs, African-American school jock who's an actual sweetheart

Samson Abakumov- Long platinum straight hair, 'fuck gender' I'll dress however I want. Fashion Guru. The mother of the group.

Frankie Reid- Purple-dyed hair, Motorcycle enthusiast, ambivert, attachment issues, relationship issues/hj

Takio Hasegawa- Long curly black hair,A bear (hunk). Does MMA. A simp for Frankie. (They're literally boyfriends now) (NOW HIS EX LMAO)

Elgen Fernandez- Short curly black hair with an undercut, a LOT of piercings and tattoos, Tattoo artist (yes, even down there). Tends to be very insistent and pushy (the reason why Frankie broke up with him lmao).

Aiden Silva- Ginger, bookworm, the whole damn cafe is his aesthetic

Caspian Hodzic- White hair, tired as hell, just there to exist, he loves cigarettes more than his own family

(will update)

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

JDKFISJZNSN OMFG I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU WANTED ME TO REQUEST BUT May I please request something with MMA Sukuna having to help chubby bunny s/o with some school work bc I think he's got muscles for brains 🥴

Hnnnnnggggg ok bby, imma do chubby fem reader bc let's be honest, chubby STEM ladies deserve the WORLD 🤧💕

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, petname "bunny", not beta read bc im awful

Oh hunny

Sweetie

Baby bear

MMA fighter!Sukuna is a SIMP for STEM bitches 🤧

Omg, he is so obsessed it's STUPID

LOVES when a thicc girl starts talking all smart to him, like "yes lil mama make me feel like a fuckin idiot 😩💦"

He isn't sure what it is, but if you talk STEM to him, his mind just wanders and he's staring at you and thinking about how smart and sexy you are and suddenly he's hard sksksk

Ok but let's imagine you're writing a paper and you write better when you talk out loud to someone else (doesn't matter if they know what you're saying, they're just a warm body sksksk)

So ofc you're gonna politely ask your boyfriend if he can sit and semi-listen to you so you can revise your rough draft and make it better

He says yes, obviously, and he just settles down on the floor between your legs while you work, your ankles crossed in front of his chest

The first time this happens, he's fully prepared to play games on his phone while he half listens to you, but you get three sentences in and he's all ears sksksk

He doesn't even know wtf you're saying!! Are you talking about chemistry? Biology? Calculus? Man, who tf knows, it don't even matter bc all he can focus on is how good you sound when you're saying all those big five dollar words

He turns around to look at you read your laptop screen and he's just shocked at how gorgeous you look idc how grimy you look bby, he is just 👀 LOOKING YK??

You don't know how he wiggled his way into your lap but he's got his face tucked between your thick thighs and he's just looking up at you with heart eyes he looks like such a DORK

You let him snuggle up to you, assuming he's just feeling a bit needy, but not even five minutes have passed when he starts pushing your legs apart and nosing his way towards your mound

"Ryo, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't worry bout me, bunny," he says innocently. "Just keep talkin, okay?"

He's so suspicious it's not even funny skskks BUT WHATEVER, you'll keep going bc you gotta get this paper done this week

That was an awful decision on your part sksksk

Sukuna just keeps getting more and more turned on the longer you speak 🥴

His face is right against your pussy which is SO distracting, like he's breathing in real deep and sighing as he breathes out and his breath is going right into your cunt and hnnnnnngggg

HE'S GOTTA BE DOIN IT ON PURPOSE BC HE'S MAKING YOU SQUIRM WITH EACH EXHALE AND HE'S NOT LETTING UP, WHAT AN ASS

"Could you not??"

Motherfucker acts so innocent "what're ya talkin about?" but come onnnnnnn, he HAS to know what he's doing

You try to go back to work but he's pushing himself further into your pussy and rubbing his face back and forth, his nose pressing into your clit and god it makes you so hot and bothered

Okay, you can't do this anymore, you gotta fuck this dude or else you're gonna lose your shit

But ofc he doesn't make it easy on you

"How bout i eat your pretty pussy while you read to me baby??" FINE SURE WHATEVER, JUST LET ME CUM ALREADY GODDAMN

Proceeds to pull off your leggings and underwear and go to town while you struggle to keep talking

He's so relentless, it's not even funny 🤧

He knows that you can't speak properly while he's eating you out but he keeps teasing you about it

"C'mon, bunny, keep talking. Dontcha gotta finish your paper? Keep goin, baby." MAN, FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT TF YOU'RE DOIN 😤

The both of yall are so fuckin stubborn that you silently make a bet on who will cave first

But ofc it's you skskks bc how tf can you compete when he's sucking on your clit like a goddamn vacuum??

He doesn't let up on his teasin till you're begging him to cum, and then all hell breaks loose

Proceeds to fingerfuck you till you're squirting all over him, soaking his hand and torso

Is he finished? No, of course he isn't, who do u think this man is?

He strips down, pulling off the rest of your clothes before folding you in half and fucking you stupid

No, seriously, he fucks you dumb

You can't think, you can't speak, you're struggling to breathe tbh but he doesn't let up unless you say the safe word it's pineapple btw sksksk

May have a dumbification kink but he doesn't fuckin know, all he knows is that you look hot as hell with your chubby rolls and fucked out expression and he just wants to fill you to the brim with his cum

Yall have made such a mess by the end of it all that the couch has a big wet spot on it :(

He's real cuddly and gentle afterward which is sweet but goddamn it, two hours wasted bc your boyfriend couldn't handle how hot you were talkin about your research paper

You don't ask him to listen to you read after that, but he asks so sweetly and he's got those big puppy dog eyes so occasionally you cave in and talk STEM to him

It always leads to sex like 120% of the time sksksk

You can never rely on him for listening to you so you reserve this routine for the days when you don't have something important due sksksk

It was shocking at first but tbh it's really cute how turned on he gets listening to you talk 🥺

He acts like it's dirty talk sksksk like what??

Like "aw fuck baby, tell me more about that"

"What am i even talking about, Ryo?"

"I don't know, but you sound sexy as fuck when you do it 🥴"

Idk yall, i may be wrong but im a firm believer that mma fighter!Sukuna is drop dead in love with his chubby bunny STEM girlfriend and you cannot convince me otherwise sksksk

[storiesforallfandoms]

break it up! ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1553

request?: yes!

“Could you write a imagine with mgk about the fight that took place on the vma with that guy dressed in pink?”

description: in which she finds herself in the middle of a fight between her boyfriend and a professional mma fighter

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

materlist (one, two)

The night had been going so well. Colson had won the award he had been nominated for, and he and Travis had closed out the show together. He was floating on cloud nine and you were so proud of him. You were sure that nothing could ruin this night.

And then you were approached by a man in a pink suit.

Colson was talking to someone, so you were stood waiting for him. You were a bit confused when you felt someone tap on your shoulder, and even more confused when you turned to see it was MMA fighter Conor McGregor.

“You’re (Y/N), right?” he asked. “Sorry, this might be super weird, but I’m a huge fan.”

“Not weird at all, just a bit shocking,” you responded. “I didn’t expect someone to be a fan of mine at a music show.”

“Oh, I’ve been a fan for so long. I’ve followed your Instagram for years.”

That may have been a weird way to classify yourself as a fan to anyone else, but you were a model. Some would just refer to you as an “Instagram model”, but you had done plenty of professional modelling gigs, too. You had mainly blown up on Instagram after you started to date Colson, so that was how people decided to categorize you. You didn’t take it as the insult people tried to make it. Regardless of what they called you, you were still successful in a job you loved.

“Are you alone?” Conor asked.

“Oh, no. I’m here with my boyfriend.” You turned to gesture to Colson, who was still off talking to someone else. Conor’s face screwed up and you knew where this was about to go.

“No offense, but you are way too good for him.”

You forced out a real sounding laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that a lot since the whole Eminem beef shit.”

“I don’t mean it that way. I mean, if I had a girl like you, I’d have you attached to my hip wherever I went. You shouldn’t be standing by yourself waiting for a guy like that.”

You shuffled uncomfortably, looking over at Colson again. This time, he was looking back at you. You hoped he saw the discomfort on your face and come to your rescue.

“Hey, can I get a picture?”

You turned to tell Conor no and to ask him to leave you alone, when suddenly Colson appeared by your side. He put an arm around you waist, holding you protectively to him.

“Hey man, why don’t you leave my girl alone?” he asked, glaring at the older man.

Conor glared right back at him. “I was just engaging in a conversation with someone I am a fan of. I don’t think that’s a crime.”

“She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you, so why don’t you fuck off?”

Conor glanced at you. You leaned into Colson’s embrace, wanting to disappear from Conor’s gaze, and the show in general at this point. You just wanted to go home and spend the rest of the night cuddled up in bed with Colson, celebrating his amazing night. You didn’t want this moment to suddenly make everything bad.

“Fine,” Conor said, backing away and shrugging. “I’ll leave you both be.”

It seemed too good to be true, but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to leave. You put a hand on Colson’s chest and mumbled, “Let’s go, babe.”

You were both turning away when Conor added, “Have fun being unsatisfied tonight, (Y/N)!”

Colson quickly turned around and marched up to Conor, getting right in his face. He easily towered over Conor by a few inches at least, but Conor looked far from being scared.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Colson hissed.

“I think you heard me, pretty boy,” Conor retorted.

You grabbed Colson’s arm, trying to drag him away. “Colson, leave it alone. He’s not worth it.”

“Oh, it’ll be worth it if I can beat this scum’s ass into the ground,” Colson said.

“I’d like to see you try, pixie stick.”

Your grip on Colson’s arm tightened, burying your nails into his skin to try and snap him out of this angry trance. You knew under normal circumstances that Colson could hold his own in a fight, but you weren’t about to see if that held up against an actual trained fighter.

Colson chuckled, humorlessly, and shook his head. “You know what, (Y/N)’s right. You’re not worth it. You can’t even win a fight against trained professionals.”

Conor’s face was turning red. You tried pulling Colson away again, worried about how the older man would react when angry.

“Go throw a chair at a bus again, dickhead,” Colson said.

The next sequence of events all happened so fast you could barley comprehend it.

Conor’s fist swung towards Colson. The latter was able to easily dodge the punch, but that didn’t stop Conor from trying again. Luckily, security was nearby and basically swarmed the three of you. You were dragging Colson away, successfully this time, as Conor fought against the security and continued to yell insults at Colson. He had to be dragged out of the arena, literally kicking and screaming as he went.

Another security guard came up to the two of you. “Listen, we’re gonna have to ask you two to leave as well.”

Colson shrugged. “That’s fine. We’ll go.”

The guard escorted the two of you to a different exit than Conor was brought out of. Colson called for a ride on your way there, so the two of you weren’t waiting outside for long before a black SUV pulled up and announced they were there for the both of you.

The ride back to Colson’s hotel room was quiet. Neither one of you even looked at each other. You weren’t mad at Colson for the way he reacted. Far from it, in fact. If some woman had been saying stuff like that to Colson in front of you’d probably get angry, too. But you were starting to worry he was upset with you. Not that you had even done anything that warranted him getting upset, but the silence was speaking volumes.

You were grateful for the hotel room bathroom; it gave you a brief moment of peace to calm down after the events of the past hour. You grabbed a pair of pajamas and changed out of the now uncomfortable outfit you had been wearing to the award show. You scrubbed your face clean of the makeup you were wearing and did a quicker version of your skin care routine to make sure your skin didn’t get too irritated from the makeup removal.

When you walked out, Colson was already laid in bed in just a pair of grey sweatpants. He was propped up against the pillows, flicking through the channels that the TV had to offer before settling on his own Netflix that he had set up the night before. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling into his bare chest. He immediately wrapped an arm around you, his hand going to your hair to twirl the strands between his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said after some more silence.

You looked up at him. “For what?”

“For what happened back there.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to be sorry, babe. I don’t blame you for the way you reacted.”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I shouldn’t have stooped to his level, though. I shouldn’t have thrown insults at him and made him more upset.”

“You couldn’t have known he was going to cause a physical fight.”

He gave you a look. “He’s fucking Conor McGregor. You breathe wrong and he’ll start a fight. I should’ve known better.”

You sat up so that you could be eye level with Colson. You took his face in your hands and made him look at you. “Listen, you were standing up for me when he was making me uncomfortable. He’s the one who tried to provoke you into being physical, and when you refused he was the one who took the first swing. Never be sorry for the way you acted tonight.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I guess you’re right. God, when I saw your face while he was talking to you it just enraged me. I could tell you didn’t want to be there. He’s such a fucking prick.”

“He was being a dick for the sake of being one. He thought you wouldn’t fight back, and only made himself look more like an idiot. I hope some cameras got good pictures of him being dragged away like a child throwing a tantrum.”

Colson chuckled to himself. “Yeah, I can see tomorrow’s headlines already. Washed up MMA fighter tries to get physical with former rapper MGK. That totally won’t make him look like an idiot or anything.”

You giggled and settled yourself back into Colson’s chest. He wrapped his arm around you and lowered his head to kiss you on top of yours.

“I love you, you know,” he said. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Pummeled by a washed up MMA fighter, probably,” you joked. “But I know, and I love you, too.”

[thorniest-rose]

omg I’ve just been stuck on the idea of your 90s Daniel getting in an argument with his heavy metal tattooed boyfriend, telling him to turn off his music because he doesn’t wanna listen to other people screaming while they fuck, Johnny, c’mon. And Johnny’s just like “babe, it’s only Slayer/Venom/Possessed/etc, it’s not even that bad” and starting a little stand off where they’re both trying to goad the other into folding, Johnny spreading his legs so his jeans pull tight against his crotch and Daniel catching his bottom lip between his teeth while his fingers draw the hem of his shorts even higher up his thighs. Johnny loses of course because who can resist, shutting off his entire stereo system and tackling Daniel to the bed before he can give a smug little victory cry and fuck it, Daniel’s loud enough the whole thing was sort of a moot point anyway

oh my god!!!! Was this inspired by my post the other day about 90s Daniel with a dangly cross earring being picked up at church by boyfriend Johnny on his motorbike?? I hope so because I'm living in that verse right now (basically a prelude to my boyfriend's body is a ruined temple verse on ao3). God and this is so!!!!!! This is SO like them!

I love the thought of Johnny just covered in tattoos at this point and he's really muscled because he does MMA, and of course he listens to the heaviest rock music, which Daniel HATES because he's much more of a pop and soft rock kind of guy. But he puts up with it because it's Johnny and because he secretly thinks it's sexy, how loud and crude Johnny is. That he has a boyfriend who would make his Italian Catholic family back in Jersey do the sign of the cross like Johnny was some kind of devil who had stolen their beautiful Daniel from them. But he puts his foot down to having screaming heavy metal on when they're fucking, it doesn't exactly put him in the mood!!! Maybe they're not living together yet either and the apartment Johnny lives in is always a mess, with empty beer cans on the floor, and his bed is always unmade, and he has posters of women in bikinis on his walls. And Daniel's like "you're such a slob" but it doesn't matter because Daniel's so hungry for him at all times. He always wants Johnny to fuck him, always wants to suck his dick. And Johnny knows he needs it, that he becomes this desperate little fae creature for him. So Daniel comes over and ignores the mess so he can have Johnny's dick like he's been craving all day and Johnny gets to shut him up for a bit, and it's only afterwards when Daniel's curled up against him, lazily tracing circles on Johnny's chest with his fingers and Johnny's smoking a cigarette does Daniel start complaining again, telling him to clean up his mess.

Ugh and yes, love the idea of them trying to goad each other into breaking first. Because Johnny's desperate for Daniel too, and I think he'd destroy his entire stereo system and never listen to heavy rock again in exchange for Daniel stripping out of his skimpy clothes and climbing into his lap. So Daniel does win sometimes! However I think Johnny would have a point in that: is it better for the neighbours to complain about his loud music, or to complain because of how loud Daniel is when Johnny's fucking him? Probably the former. And because they fuck a LOT and Daniel is SO loud, Johnny just knows he's gonna get a lot of complaints. But having a beautiful, naked Daniel in his bed begging for his dick makes it all worth it.

[aneenasevla]

Heavy Bakery - Chapter 35

MasterList / Kanami’s Profile /Previous Chapter

Chapter 35 - Epilogue

“Welcome!” Kanami exclaims to the first client of the day. And smile more when she realizes who he is “hey, honey!”

“Hello,” he nods, approaching with a smile.

“Hi my Angel” Hiro greets, and Ohma snorts.

“I'm not Angel” he looks at Kanami.

“Okay, but you are definitely not Satan’s Spawn, hon.”

“I'm nobody's child” he chuckles a little “Oh yea, there's no bread at home.”’

“Yes, I already prepared the bag, later I'll take it” she kisses his forehead as he sits down at the counter “don't you have training today?”

“And you want me to go with an empty stomach?”

“But I made breakfast at home…”

He raises an eyebrow and she sighs. Oh sure.

Hiro and Tomori laughed. Paikon was asleep, as usual.

“Hey, Doro, take the cakes out of the oven, Gin, would you please decorate the donuts? These ones sell a lot” Tomori was giving orders in the kitchen, now much bigger than before, and with more people working, things got a lot lighter - “Kana, everything is ready, will you need anything else?”

“Give me a plate full of donuts with some muffins and a milkshake, I have to make my offering to this Cthulhu here…”

Tomori laughs “roger that!” and winks.

“Offering?” Ohma grimaces “Don’t I always pay?”

"Yes, but the joke remains." She leans over the counter to look at him and smile, but then she’s hit with a pang of pain. He immediately gets up.

“Hey, Kana, be careful, you're still recovering…” he says, alert.

“And you shouldn't even be working, you're still walking on crutches and all” Hiro scolds, for the seventh time today “it takes a long time to heal broken ribs and a slashed leg, you know…”

“Oh, leave me be, you!” She grunts “I didn't want to miss the opening of our new spot!”

“No, you’re stubborn as fuck, that’s the truth” Ohma grunts.

“You have no right to call me stubborn, honey, as you’re one too”

“At least I am already healed, you’re not”

“I don’t have your miraculous metabolism…”

“I love you all so much” Tomori says, making everyone laugh embarrassed. Except Ohma, who still holds his ground.

“Aaaaawwwnnnn you're a cutie” the cashier hugs the Second Cook, who laughs out loud.

“Be Careful, spawn of satan, I have a boyfriend now too... and a jealous MMA fighter one…”

“He's the one who has to watch out for me, baby. I'm also one who eats muscle for breakfast you know…”

Kanami laughs, watching the scene. And the smile fades as she looks into Ohma's gray-brown eyes. They were hard and serious.

“Oh, okaaaaaay, I'm going to stop for today, sit at the table and you guys pamper me until we close for today, okay?”

He nods, satisfied, and helps her to reach the back table. She starts fiddling with her phone, and Ohma saw that on the home screen wallpaper was a picture of the camp two months ago. She smiles when he notices.

“I still want another one of these,” she says, as Ohma sits down beside her.

“When you heal, I'll take you again with me…”

“But from here to there it will be in the middle of winter!”

“And who said I’ll go with you be in the winter?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I won't take thaat long to heal.”

“I won't let you do anything like that, until we both heal, after the end of the tournament this year” he counters, “even because I'm going to get screwed too, so…”

“Ahh, I get it.” She smiles a little. Fighting was what he did best, and she had no right to stop him… It was his profession, so she let him do what he wanted, well, unless he was in danger of dying, that was her limit.

She heard the bell ring at the entrance and took a peek, craning her neck. She smiled.

“Koga! Ryuu!” she waves to the two, as they approach smiling.

“Heyy, Kanaaa” Koga greets “I knew you had been discharged, but you’re already here and everything…”

“By her stubbornness” Ohma makes a face at her.

“Leave me alone, that's what I do best.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

Ryuki smiles, “So it means there is a vacancy today, Sis?”

“Yes, there is, my dear, you can put on my apron, I'm forbidden to do heavy work for now. Your “cousin” here won't let me out of here until next year.”

He smiles a little, heading towards the kitchen and pulling on the apron.

Koga smiles, “I'm so happy for you guys.”

“My shipp became canon!” Hiro exclaims from the counter, making Koga and Kanami laugh.

“Thanks” she leans her head on Ohma’s shoulder “I got completely fucked up to get it, but I won the battle for this one, eheheheh.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know I was a prize for a Female Kengan fight” he jokes, sarcastically, and more laughter erupts.

Koga nods, still smiling, and goes to the counter to order something.

Later, the four idiots appear. Lihito's eyes widen like two full moons.

“Himuroooooo!” he exclaims, grabbing the collar of the white-haired one.

“Ow, what the hell, dude?!” Ryo grumbles, almost bumping into Kaneda. Okubo already went straight to the counter, to greet whoever interested him.

“Whyyyyyyy?!”

“Why the fuck, be specific!”

“WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE LAST ONE?!”  he points to Ohma and Kanami, in the back of the bakery “Worse yet, I'll always be reminded of the guy who got a girlfriend AFTER THE SEAWEED HEAD!!”

“‘Oww, my ear, dude, get off me!” he pushes the other, who was in tears “it's your fault that you don’t have one yet.”

“He's right, Lihito.” Kaneda smiles “How about you be like Ohma and be confortable on your own?”

“Look on the bright side” Ryo adjusts his shirt back “Kaneda and I are single too. There's still a chance to give it a go. But I'll tell you soon” he raises an eyebrow “I don’t wanna fight for this.”

Lihito smiles “Bet, you chimney mouth!” they sit at another table. Okubo stayed at the counter, ordering something, then after joined the group, so as not to disturb Tomori during work.

Ohma shakes his head. He wasn't much for public displays of affection, but Kana knew from his close proximity, letting her lean against him while he ate, was proof enough. The whole thing became really special when he offered her a donut, but today she declined out of politeness, just wanting to be close to him today.

Kanami watched as more and more people arrived. The overwhelming majority were the SJPW people and the academy ones, who were just arriving from morning practice. Protein milkshakes were sold in droves at that time, and Ryuki instantly got the hang of it, he and Koga were talking well, which was good, they seemed to have come to some sort of agreement. Or don’t, she would still have to know about that, soon.

Sekibayashi arrived, laughing out loud, with Jose

“Ah, look what we have here, so finally the two are coming out as a couple. It was more than time.”

“It was a complicated situation, Seki” she smiles “so, are you ready for the tournament too?”

“No, I’ll pass this one on, there will be another one later, and I’ll be getting ready for that other one…”

“Me too,” Ohma smiles. “this first one is for the small fries, as I was told”

“I won't let you get ahead of me again, Tokita.”

“I want to see you try” Ohma snorts. Kanami smiles. This was a healthy rivalry.

“Hey Chica.” Jose addresses Kanami “don't work too hard yet.”

“Thank you, Jose, but leave the worrying talk to one guy, this one doesn't even let me walk alone anymore. He's even offering me food…”

Ohma grunts, letting out a huff, cheeks heating up. Sekibayashi and Jose laugh out loud, then they go to sit at the counter to make fun of Koga.

“Hey Kanami, do you still have that black forest cake?” Haruo asks, his silhouette covering the high double door, made to fit people his size.

“Yes, there is, sweetie, ask Hiro and he'll get it for you.”

“Over here, big guy!” Hiro shows the way.

Ohma watches the bakery getting more and more crowded. Tomoyo, the waitress, and about three of her friends, hired by Kana, were now gliding smoothly through the larger space on their skates, serving tables and others further away.

“Yeah…” he comments “This place has become really busy.”

“Yeah, and that's great” she was distracted on her cell phone “The more we grow, the better…”

“Yeah… and I feel calmer too…” he sighs.

"Yea, why tho?" She looks at him. He pulls her along, putting his face above Kana’s head.

“Because with this amount of strong people around, I feel more relaxed thinking about traveling to participate in things. You will be safe.”

“As if I couldn't knock one of these down with a punch…” She rolls her eyes, but blushing at what he said.

“Of course you can, that's a huge part of why I'm calm. Nobody messes with you… or your friends… or me. I'm protected here. Thank you Kanami.”

She smiles, blushing and hugging him. He accepts the hug, one arm tugging her slowly.

…

“You're late, Dumbass” the blonde crosses his arms, getting up from the Harley Davidson motorcycle he was leaning against.

“Sorry” Ohma arrives, calmly, in the abandoned park in the suburbs, where they arranged to meet “I still haven't gotten a license to have my motorcycle either. Here”, he hands over a bag “Kanami said to give it to you. You said your birthday is coming up.”

“Huh, and now you give gifts?”

“She gave it, I just played the pizza delivery guy.”

Raian takes the bag suspiciously, and looks. There was a package inside, it looked like a small cake. He frowns, looking at his friend.

“What is it?”

“How will I know?”

“Don't you know?”

“I know it’s edible, if you don’t want it, I'll eat…”

“No!” he extends his arm putting the bag away from the seaweed-head “it's MINE!”

“See how I felt when you stole my cake, Asshole?”

Raian laughs mischievously “That was fun, and I already paid you the other one almost a year ago, you fuckin rancorous.”

“Hnf” he takes a step away “just don't let Fusui see it.”

“Nah, okay, I’ll say it has peanuts, she hates peanuts” he laughs, putting the bag securely on his bike “But, why this tho? Karla pretty much ‘got her… I’m a Kure too”

“She won the fight” he grimaces “and we have a problem with your cousin, not with you. You didn't do anything…" he raises an eyebrow “Not that we can prove...”

“Heh” he smiles mischievously as usual “Okaay, I respect it…”

“There, the cake is delivered, now…” he throws a punch that would have been right in Kure's face if it weren't for the guy's superhuman reflex. Raian pulled away, and chuckled low.

“Wooow, flat-footed, man?” he laughs a little more “That's what I like about you.”

“Don't start with those perverted comments at this time of the morning.”

“So come shut my mouth, then” he challenges, in the pose of combat.

And the two started their training, even though it has decreased in frequency due to the distance, they still did it religiously. It was a very unorthodox program between friends, but that's what they had.

…

Later, after he got home, Raian opened the package, curious.

The cake was a miniature, about a third of the size of the one the seaweed-head had once brought to the village, with a well-frosted Happy Birthday, full of those frivolous shenanigans. He chuckled low at the idiocy, but hey, it was a cake.

Inside the bag, Raian soon noticed it, saw it had a note, and the assassin read it.

“Don't think this fixes things with your cousin, but you're friends with my boyfriend and I know he's happy when he fights you. Consider it a peace token.

Happy Birthday!

Oomori Kanami.”

And on the card, the bakery’s logo. He huffed, tossing the card into a corner, shrugging, and started to eat. That lucky motherfucker seaweed head, this thing was really good…

“Hey, Raian, do you know where my silenced gun is? I remember you took it the other day and…” Fusui enters the room and then widens her eyes “Hey! Is that a cake?!”

Raian stands up as if he has springs in his legs, backing away in panic at having been caught in the act.

“Get out! It's mine!” He says with his mouth full, the cake still in his hands.

“You bought a whole cake and didn't offer to share?” She frowns “Dude, really, you're selfish just like Ohma…unacceptable” and tries to get it from him.

“Get out, Fusui! I won this!” He puts the cake box up, trying to push his sister away with one leg.

“It doesn't give you the right to eat alone, it gives you a stomach ache…” she tries to reach, tickling him to lose his grip. He grunts, pissed off now.

“Leave me be, it's for my birthday, I eat whatever the fuck I want!”

Raian had to fight for the possession of the cake. Not that it was a real challenge for him, but it sure was pretty annoying.

…

Somewhere in the city of Tokyo, Kanami laughs to herself, imagining this situation happening, kind of upset that she didn't see it.

“What's it?” Ohma asks her, as they took a taxi back home, since she couldn't make an effort to walk all the way back.

“Oh, nothing… I'm just happy” she laughs a little more, leaning against him. She would soon learn the details of her mini-revenge, but for now, she was satisfied.

…

The bakery was one of those on a busy corner of Tokyo, but not one right in the center of the city. Due to the number of gyms in the region, several people of different weights and physical shapes gathered there. On the sign, a logo of a strong arm showing the biceps, and another hand holding a basket of bread.

It read “The Heavy Bakery”.

END

THANK YOU FOR READING!

I'm so happy to finally have finished this, it was an utterly nice fanfiction project, I had a blast writing! Hope you liked this journey <3

Love, AneenaSevla

Check out the Next - Cookies 'N' Cream, by @useless-bi-otch!

[mediocre-writerr]

where is my love? [shelby goodkind]

shelby goodkind x reader

requested: I love all of your work could I request another part of Shelby and Readers as a mma fighter and it’s actually after they go back home and Andrew picks up a fight with the reader and she doesn’t want to scare Shelby by fighting back so she lets Andrew hurt her and once she wakes up an emotional and angry Shelby is next to her bedside

warning: homophobic slurs

Somehow, someway you found your way off of that crazy island. 

And you found yourself visiting your girlfriend after a few months of being at home with your family. Your dad was still your dad, but it was just nice to be home with the rest of your family. 

She wasn’t the girl you first met. Shelby has grown a lot since you first met her. A beautiful girl, but who’s learned to accept herself and who she loves. 

So she decided to show you off. Her beautiful, tough, fighter of a girlfriend with a heart of gold. 

You both knew it wasn’t going to be the best reaction, but she didn’t care anymore.

But neither of you would’ve expected this. 

“Hey babe!” Andrew says to Shelby, wrapping his arms around her.

Shelby had school, but you promised you would pick her up when you land. And the two of you could spend the rest of your visit together at your hotel. Since you’re not welcome at her home. 

The old Shelby wouldn’t have even told you to visit. She would’ve hidden her from her friends and her family, but this new Shelby would never. She’s so proud of you.

Shelby rolls her eyes at her ex-boyfriend, “Andrew, how many times do I have to tell you? We’re not dating anymore.”

“C’mon baby, I don’t know what happened on that little trip of yours, but you had me who could set you back straight.” he says, disgustingly. 

The blonde crosses her arms, looking for the rental car you said you would be picking her up in, but it didn’t seem like you were here yet, “Not gonna happen.” 

“You know you want to.” he says, getting closer to Shelby’s earlobe. 

“I don’t want you Andrew!” Shelby basically yells.

Someone clears their throat and the blonde turns around to see you and Dot standing there with their arms cross. 

“Y/N!” she exclaims, rushing towards her girlfriend.

She wraps her arms around you and you lift her up slightly from off the ground. Twirling her around causing her to let out a soft squeal. 

“Hi love!” you say, just as excited as she was. You put her down as she goes to hug Dot, “I ran into her walking up here.” 

“Yeah, she caught me in a deal.” Dot says and you laugh.

“I pretended to be a cop and when I tell you she froze.” you say in between laugh. 

“Alright fuck you!” she responds pushing you away, “I told her that I’ll stop by the hotel room one of these nights so we can all hang out.” 

Shelby nods, “Yeah of course! That’ll be so much fun!” 

The two of you wave goodbye to Dot as she walks over to her car. 

“Who’s this?” you ask, staring at the boy who was freaking your girlfriend out earlier.

She rolls her eyes, giving you a look which causes you to stifle a laugh, “Y/N this is Andrew, Andrew this is my girlfriend Y/N.” 

“Oh so you’re the faggot who fucked her up.” he says.

You raise your eyebrow at him, “I would like to say help her grow and find her true self, but potato, potato.” you say in between gritted teeth.

“You think you’re funny?” he asks, getting dangerously close to your face.

You nod, “I’ld like to think so, yeah.” 

He stares at you intently and you just watch him to see if he’s gonna make a move. You smirk at him, taunting him. 

You didn’t want to scare Shelby off, not after you fight with Rachel on the island. If none of the girls were there to stop you, you could’ve killed her and you don’t want her to see you like that again. 

And as fast as you could blink his fist hit your face.

“Andrew!!” Shelby yells.

He grabs a hold of your shoulders, kneeing your stomach. You crouch over in pain, allowing him to get another punch to your face.

“You think you’re so funny huh?” he asks as you fall onto the ground.

He stands on top of you, both of his feet placed on either side or you. The boy takes the opportunity to punch your face again, causing it to snap to the left,

“You’re not, you’re nothing! All you are is a fag!” he says, punching you with gritted teeth.

Your vision slowly starting to become blurry and your eyes start to water. A coopery taste filling your tongue as you spit up blood.

That was the last thing you remember before waking up in your hotel bed.

Shelby is curled into your side, holding you tightly. Dot was lying on the other side of the bed snoring loudly. You move ever so slightly feeling how sore and just cringing in pain hurt your face.

You grab your phone from the bedside table and flip the camera to look at how bad he got you.

Well, shit. If your dad was here he’d say: “What the fuck were you thinking?! You useless piece of shit! You know how to fight.”

You chuckle to yourself, oh classic dad.

Shelby wakes up suddenly, looking at you, “Are you okay?” she asks, cupping your face.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, are you okay?” you ask, placing a kiss to her forehead.

She shakes her head, “No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told anyone, we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t say anything.”

You take her hands in yours, shaking your head, “Hey no, none of that. I’m glad you told people, you’ve grown so much Shelb. I am so proud of you. And we didn’t know this was gonna happen so you can’t blame yourself.”

“Why didn’t you defend yourself? If you fought back you would’ve easily won.” she asks softly.

“I didn’t want to scare you off. When I get into a fight all I can think about is my dad and I go bizerk. I didn’t want to come to your hometown and immediately start almost-killing someone.” you say, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“You can’t scare me that easily. If you’d like to know what happened to Andrew though, I totally beat his ass. Dot had to come in and stop me.” she says with a proud smile on her face.

You tilt your head to the side looking at the blonde, “You did?”

Lifting up her hands she shows you the bruises that were forming. You kiss her hands softly, kissing at the bruise.

“Shelb...” you pretend to say in a serious tone. Her face falters at the tone in your voice “Did you put your back into it?” you ask.

She releases a little laugh, before nodding, “Yes ma’am!”

“That’s my girl!” you say, peppering her face in kisses.

[queenlegacyproductions]

The Dark Side of The Light

Pairing: Mustafa Ali/OC (Riley Carter)

Summary: Mustafa has acquired a new attitude on Raw with RETRIBUTION but his fondness for a certain returning Gangsta has not...although he has a different way of showing it.

Warnings: Violence, Praise kink, Spanking kink, Breeding kink, Choking kink, Daddy kink, Dom!Mustafa 

Author’s Note: I LIIIIIIIIIVVVEE! Yes, your girl is back at it again for the first time in months, and I come bearing the smut! It’s been a while since I wrote something like this so let’s hope I can knock off some of the rust from being M.I.A for so long. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

~///~

‘Even the brightest of lights has some darkness in them.

These were the last words Mustafa remembered hearing her say to him on the night she was drafted to Raw from Smackdown last year. The last night the WWE Universe would see Riley Carter.

The last night The Heart of WWE would team with The American Gangsta. 

And within the time they’ve spent separated, Mustafa became more of a martyr in the name of the light. To be that beacon of positivity. To give hope to the younger generation that you overcome anything by being good.

And what has that gotten him?

Injured before Elimination Chamber.

Screwed at Money In The Bank.

And overlooked by management for every overly muscular, uncharismatic MMA reject.

Well, he’s had enough. No longer will he or anyone else for that matter be overlooked because they don’t fit the mold.

And with that new mindset, he formed RETRIBUTION who has been causing havoc on WWE, a team of abandoned misfits whose dreams were left in the dust by the business.

He finally decided to follow Riley's advice and let the rage and anger consume him.

She would be so proud of him…

...if he hadn’t did the dumbass.

Not a shocker there.

In the midst of his conquest of fighting the corruption within the WWE, he targeted the Fiend with RETRIBUTION but was unsuccessful when The Fiend disappeared with Alexa. When the lights came back on, The Hurt Business’ music started to play.

“And now, here comes the group that has had some problems with RETRIBUTION the past few weeks. The Hurt Business.” Tom phillps said as Bobby, Shelton, Cedric and MVP stood at the top of the ramp. 

“MVP said that The Hurt Business would deal with these masked cowards running roughshod in WWE and he plans on making good on that statement right now.” Samoa Joe said when they marched to the ring.

 “And it appears that Mustafa and RETRIBUTION isn’t backing down. They’re still in the ring.” Bryon addressed as RETRIBUTION stood their ground in the ring, taunting them. But before The Hurt Business could get into the ring, they were attacked by three masked assailants on the outside.

“What the hell? What’s going on?!” Michael yelled from the commentary table as one of the attackers threw Bobby over the barricade.

 “Looks like The Hurt Business is getting the hurt put on them.” Bryon said when another attacker threw MVP into the ring with RETRIBUTION who stepped back when the attacker followed him in as the rest beat up the others on the outside. The mysterious assailant picked up MVP, setting him for a small package driver.

“Wait! That move...looks familiar!” Mustafa heard Michael say as the masked figure hit the driver on MVP before they popped up to face RETRIBUTION head on. 

“Oh, ho. And now it looks like they’re turning their attention to Mustafa and RETRIBUTION.” Joe chuckled as the other two attackers slid into the ring, joining the other figure. T-BAR and MACE stepped forward as if to attack them but the masked person stepped forward with their hands up in surrender. 

“Wait. Looks like the masked attackers want no problem with RETRIBUTION.” Bryon said while the masked individual gestures towards their face covering. Ali steps forward, pushing T-BAR and MACE back to approach the individual. The three individuals reach behind their head to snatch the masks off their faces.

“Oh, my god! It’s the Carter triplets!” Bryon said as the two people that fell back were revealed to be Jordan and Michelle Carter, the youngest siblings of Riley, who stood in front of Mustafa with a cute mischievous smirk.

“It’s been a year since we last saw Riley Carter on Monday Night Raw but it’s been even longer than that since we’ve seen Ali be reunited with The American Gangsta.” Michael said as Mustafa looked Riley up and down, his eyes wide before he matched her smirk. He steps closer to her, pushing her silver highlights out of her face before he brings her closer to kiss her.

“And the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Joe said as Riley breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against his and the lights go out.

~///~

“The gangsta is back, baby! I. Am. Back!” Riley cheered when she got back to the hotel with Mustafa. He chuckled at her little victory dance.

“Yeah…” He scratches the back of his head, moving his hair out of her face. “And you didn’t even tell your boyfriend…” He feigned hurt which made Riley slap his shoulder.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to.” Riley laughed. “But I wanted to surprise you.” She steps closer to him, biting her lip as she looks him up and down. “Besides, you can’t tell me that you didn’t like it.” She teased.

Mustafa chuckled, shaking his head when he looked down at her. “That’s where you’re wrong.” His tone seems to get deeper, almost as if he was trying to intimidate her. “I didn’t like it.” He stepped up closer to her, making her take a step backwards.

“I didn’t like the fact that you returned to Raw without telling me.” He continued to step closer to her.

“Mustafa-.” Riley said as she kept backing up away from him. He shushed her.

“I didn’t like the fact that you got into RETRIBUTION’s business tonight just to make a statement.” He continued as the back of Riley’s knees hit the edge of the bed, trapping her when he stepped into her personal space.

“Baby, I-.” She gets cut off again when Mustafa puts a finger to her lips. 

“But you know what I really didn’t like?” He asked as he ran his fingers to her chin to tilt her head up to make her look up at him. He leaned closer to her when she shook her head. “I didn’t like that you always feel the need to put yourself in danger to protect me.” 

Riley swallows as she goes to say but she gets cut off with a gasp when Mustafa suddenly wraps his hand around her throat. “B-Baby, please. You’re starting to scare me…” She whispered, her chest heaving fear and growing arousal.

Mustafa then smirked. “Oh, kitten..” He squeezed a little tighter, encouraging a moan to slip from her lips. He leaned closer to her, almost kissing her lips. “I haven’t scared you yet.” 

Mustafa then kissed her aggressively, pushing her down on the bed without letting go of her neck. Riley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she gave him a choked mewl when Mustafa squeezed her neck again. He lets her go to stand up straight to look at her breathless form laid out before him. She whimpers, closing her legs as if she was shying away from his intense gaze. 

“Uh,uh…” He tutted, grabbing her legs to pull her closer. “Don’t shy away from me, babygirl.” Mustafa teased, pulling her panties off her before he spread her legs again. “This is what you wanted huh, Riley?” He continued to tease her as he kissed up her calves. “Wanted the dark side of me, right?” Riley squeaked and squirmed as his kisses grew closer and closer to her core. “What was it that you always used to say?” He kissed her inner thighs.

“Ah! UH, fuck!” Riley shouted as she balls up her fists in the sheets. “Ah!” She yelped when he slapped her on her pussy. 

“Answer me, Kitten.” He commanded when he guided his fingers up and down her pedals slowly. “I won’t repeat myself.” 

“I said-uh!” Riley stammered when he teased her clit. “I-I said...I used to say...that...even the brightest of lights had some darkness in them.” She panted when he grabbed her neck again to make her look at him again.

“Good.” Mustafa kissed her lips, swallowing her moans. “Good girl.” He moves his hand down to her shirt collar. “I think you deserve a reward now, don’tcha?” 

“Mmhm…” She nodded, toying with the fingers of his other hand which made him laugh. 

“Love how submissive you get when you’re horny…” Mustafa teased before he kissed her. “That little innocent look on your face...makes me want to ruin you…”

“Mustafa…” Riley whines as she claws at his shirt. “You’re still completely clothed…” She bites her bottom lip when she manages to rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

Mustafa laughed and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed above her head. “Kitten,”

He gives her a pointed look as if warning her. “Behave.” 

“But Daddy…” She huffed, pouting up at him as she writhed on the bed. Mustafa groaned underneath his breath at her ravenous behavior before he moved off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. He then got back on the bed to attack her neck with kisses and aggressive love bites.

“You’ll be lucky if you can even walk after I’m done with you.” Mustafa growled in her ear, giving her right thigh a rough squeeze. Riley lets out a light giggle.

“Who said I wanted to?” Her tone giving away mischievous intentions as she wraps her legs around his. Riley bit her lip to stifle her giggles when he groaned again, this time in annoyance. She then let out a soft keen as Mustafa slowly slipped his dick inside her. “Oh, fuck…” She claws at his back.

“Kitten...Watch your claws.” He warned as he rolled his hips at a slow pace.

“Or what?” Riley continued to taunt him, chuckling before she cursed as he began to move his hips faster as he grabbed her jaw firmly.

“You must really miss me if you want me to put your pussy on life support.” Mustafa said before he pushed her knees towards the headband, making her scream over the sounds of the headboard smacking against the wall.

“Ah! Ahhh, fuck! Mu-Mustafa!” Riley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, biting her lip to stifle her loud moaning.

“Uh-uh, baby..” He tutted before he pulled out to turn her onto her stomach. “Don’t go quiet on me now.” Any other time, you’re running your mouth, talking shit.” He grabs her by the hips, raising her ass to pull her back to his dick. “So don’t be silent when I show you your place.” 

Riley keens at his aggressive backshots as she pushes up on her hands to throw her head back in euphoria. “Oh my fucking god, baby! Fuck me just like that! Fuuuucccckk…” She bites her bottom lip as she starts to move her hips back against his. Mustafa then pulls her hair back into a ponytail before he yanks it back hard, turning her whining to shrieking. 

“There you go…” He rasped into her ear, moving his other hand to her throat. “Scream for me. Scream my name. I want the whole roster to know whose pussy this is, kitten…”

Riley breathes a wanton moan as she balls her fists into the sheets as Mustafa continues to hit her spot dead on. “Mustafa…” 

“I’m sorry.” He panted. “What was that?” He tugged on her hair again which resulted in a sharp yelp. “Say that again.”

“Daddy...please…” A strangled cry escapes her as Mustafa tightens his grip around her throat, her orgasm right on the edge. 

“Don’t play with me, lil girl…” he practically growled before he let her go. “Give me what I want.”

“Daddy, please!” She lets out a broken scream when he smacks her on the ass again, thrusts hitting a little harder before he suddenly stops. “Nononono, Daddy, please…” She collapsed on the bed, quivering as her orgasm remained on the edge. 

“F-Fuck…” Mustafa stutters, feeling her clench down on his cock. “How...t-the fuck are you this wet?’ I’m almost tempted to just give you a baby..” He breathed as he took ahold of her hips to stop her hips from moving.

“Do it…” Riley mewled at his words. “ I want it…”

“Yeah?” He purred again, kissing her temple. “My baby girl wants a baby, huh? Want a bunch of little ones running around?”

“Uh-huh!” She looks back at him with a smile as she notices the feral look in his eyes.

“Then take it.” He begins to roll his hips slowly, knowing that she’s right there on the edge.

“Mustafa-.” Riley shrieks as she finally reaches her peak, her body shaking violently as her pussy squirts, soaking the sheets beneath them.

“Shit, babygirl. You’re-You’re fucking-. Ah!” Mustafa cuts himself off, letting out a roar as he cums deep inside her, hands gripping her hips tight to the point of near bruising. “Shit, you are something else, baby doll.” 

“So what...people...tell me.” Was her response. Mustafa popped her on her sore ass. 

“Don’t sass me, woman.” He gently pulls out, laying down next to her. “I still have energy to go another round without taking a nap unlike you.”

Riley manages to give him a little giggle as she rolls over onto her back. “Never took you to make idle threats, my love.” 

A sigh was heard from beside her.

“You must really want to be in a wheelchair for the week, huh?”

“A week, huh? That’s the best you got?”

tagging: @retro-rezz-the-est @gold--gucciempress​

[mrsmarymorstan]

So. I spotted "Dick Fight Island" going for £3.99 on Kindle and thought "Fuck it -- let's see what this is about."

And it was way better than it perhaps had a right to be? Very much a classic battle/tournament manga? Just with more penises? Or rather: more explicit penises. It was like extra sexy MMA with World Of Warcraft Armour. Except they actually made the WOW Armour make sense. For example, everyone's butts hang out because that's a cultural sign of manliness! And these are MANLY MEN doing MANLY THINGS! Like giving out competitive blow jobs. They need to have some flesh on display because it's incredibly hot on the island, and also it's easier to rub someone up with skin on skin contact.

For all the explicit Man-on-Man action, it was surprisingly touching and romantic in some places! I was absolutely routing for the lads who wanted to get married but had to win the tournament first. The relationship between the Protag and his Foreigner Boyfriend was surprisingly well developed, and did lightly touch upon some themes of dating someone from a different culture.

"Yes, I am in love with you and only want your fingers up my arsehole forever more! But it is culturally significant that I return homeland to take part in the Hand Job Olympics. I hope you can understand! I promise you, it's not what it sounds like!"

Also there were tiny pocket dragons and I'm a sucker for a tiny pocket dragons.

So if anyone out there is looking for some Buck Wild Yaoi Fun Times, this is a book I would recommend.

It somehow manages to balance not taking itself seriously, whilst treating everything incredibly seriously. The battles are intense, and whilst the characters might not have much time for development, I definitely came away with favourites I did and did not want to win.

4 Stars

[peppermintquartz]

minific (finale), Playroom!verse

TyRo

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

*

After three days, he's not yet fully healed, but Roman can't avoid going home once Tyler gets back to Hollywood. He wisely drives into the garage instead of parking out in the driveway as he usually does, and puts his hair up in a ponytail instead of a bun. That usually makes Tyler happy, and making him happy may ameliorate the effects of his face.

"Man. He is gonna be pissed," he mutters as he examines his bruised nose in the rear view mirror. Nonetheless, he has to face his boyfriend sometime today.

Tyler is sprawled in the living room, a plethora of bags and suitcases exploding with clothes and accessories having colonized the entire space. His eyes are closed, but he smiles when he hears Roman approaching.

"Babe," Tyler says sleepily, eyes blinking open, "I've missed you. Those dick pics were great, but they just don't compare to holy FUCK what the hell?" He leaps up from the sofa, mouth agape, a hand to his heart like some Victorian heroine about to faint. "Babe, what happened?"

"Hey babe." Roman rubs the side of his neck. "Uh, it's, um. It's nothing. Just a bad fall into some gym equipment. I didn't want to worry you so... Look, I'm not severely hurt. It looks bad, that's all."

"Not worry me? Not worry me? Roman, look at yourself! You look like you've been fighting in an MMA ring and lost!" Tyler clambers over the sofa and cups his boyfriend's face. "Did you get injured anywhere else? Did you see a doctor about your nose?"

"Not really, and yes I did," says Roman, leaning down to kiss Tyler, as gently as he can. He has missed the other man, missed the raucous guffaws when he's gaming, the yelling when he gets annoyed, the sleepy snuggles when they're in bed. He sighs. "Next time I'm traveling with you."

Tyler nips Roman's lower lip. "You had to go to parent-teacher night. It's okay." Then he sighs. "I wish I'd been here when you got hurt though."

Roman is about to reassure Tyler when the blond's phone buzzes on the coffee table. Tyler kisses Roman again before jogging to grab his phone.

"Finn! Hi, sir. Yeah I just got home like, ten minutes ago. I am exhausted, but lemme tell you-" Tyler pauses, the bright smile on his face slowly fading as Finn speaks. His gaze cuts over to Roman, and then he looks away as he listens to whatever Finn is saying on the other end of the line.

Is Finn telling him to break up with me? Roman thinks, a sudden clench of worry in his heart. No. Joe should have talked to him by now.

Tyler puts the phone down, and then turns to face Roman, his face stricken.

Roman's heart clenches with fear. No. No, Finn wouldn't. He can't.

"Finn says he's coming over." Tyler licks his lips. "Babe, I'm sorry."

"Sorry...?" The fear spikes through Roman's veins. He crosses the room and takes his boyfriend's hands. "Ty, Tyler, babe. Babe, I love you. Please don't say what I think you're gonna say."

Tyler's brow creases, his lower lip wobbling faintly, and then he throws his arms around the taller man's neck. "I'm sorry," he blurts out, his voice thick, almost tearful. "I shouldn't have let you think I would ever give you up for anyone, not even for Daddy or Finn. You're the most important person in my life, I swear, I'm sorry I didn't make that clear."

A sudden sense of relief crashes through Roman. He hugs Tyler back, pressing his mouth to Tyler's cheek, then his lips, trying to convey exactly how much he loves the man through action. His nose twinges sorely but he ignores the slight pain. "I love you so much, babe. I didn't - Finn said, he said he could make you break up with me, and I saw red, and I was so frightened-"

"He's wrong. He's wrong he's wrong he's wrong. I won't ever let you go unless you wanna leave me," Tyler burbles, openly crying now. "I love you so much, I can't picture us ever being alone without each other again."

Roman shushes his boyfriend and rubs away the tears, even though his own eyes are stinging slightly from emotion. He smiles at Tyler, who smiles damply back, and presses their foreheads together.

Tyler combs his hand through Roman's ponytail and tugs lightly. "Finn's coming over for dinner to apologize properly to both of us. Daddy Joe's coming over too."

"Okay, that's good." Roman traces his thumb along Tyler's scruffy jaw. "So, you have time to look over my entire body, pamper me a little?" His voice drops to a playful growl. "Or maybe I can cash all the checks you made in our sexting sessions?"

Laughing, Tyler takes Roman's right hand and drags him towards the bedroom. Roman follows, his heart light. We're gonna make this work, he tells himself, as he lets Tyler take off his clothes. Tyler's mine, and I'm his. We'll make it work.

*

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