#his resting gamer face is the only thing that gets me up in the morning

[jrueships]

THE SAUCE SOLDIERS HAVE FOUND HIS SPECIAL SAUCE BLUE LIGHT GLASSES !!!!

[antipup]

sanemi x fem!reader..

summary ; 4k+ smut, brief fluff, slither of angst, au, sanemi is kinda a gamer, reader is a sweet gf.. idk what this really is, just filth but enjoy ♡

warnings ; 18+ only, minors dni. use protection, always practice safe sex and safe kink play! mentions of starting a family, breeding, creampie, roughness, size kink?, spitting, harsh words, degrading, praise, humiliation, dirty talk. note, paragraphs in italics are flashbacks

home, everything here felt so snug and peaceful, the low hum of the television on in the background whilst you placed some new trinkets upon the bookshelf to the side of the room, a new photo frame, and a couple fresh succulents you had repot into their cute new planters you painted just yesterday, now spending the late hours of the sunday lounging around.

it was coming up on the third year that you, and your long-term boyfriend, sanemi, had moved into an apartment in the city together.

even at the time, it was an easy choice and one that felt so natural. of course, you both had things you were leaving behind back in your town, for yourself it was your previous job and loved ones, for sanemi it was genya- even though the younger brother of the two insisted he would be fine, having just started college and found a roommate named tanjiro, who seemed more than pleasant.

sanemi was always the sweetest and gentlest soul when it came to family, sure, he had subtle ways of showing it since he was rather reserved when displaying emotions but that doesn't mean he is incapable- you saw and felt his affection every single day, tenfold.

this cough was not letting up, you swore you could feel your ribs rattling with every rasp, the worst was that it had even woken you up an hour before work- when you needed all the hours of rest you could get, but of course, your body had other plans.

you curled up, clenching your stomach as you sputtered out, an uncomfortable itchy sensation in your throat every time your coughing settled down.

faint grumbling sounds beside you made you hold your breath in hopes to quieten yourself, you winced, knowing you had woken up your boyfriend, “m’sorry.” you croaked out.

your heart dropped when you heard the bed creak, the mattress lifting a little as sanemi sighed and pushed himself out of bed, the faint sounds of his footsteps dispersing as he left the room.

anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the day had barely even started and you wanted the sheets to swallow you whole and have a redo of the morning.

sanemi wasn’t much of a morning person so he was easy to irritate but you felt especially guilty when you recalled that he had an online webcam interview in a couple hours- you had helped him pick a new suit out and everything. even helped soothe any doubts and hesitation he had.

you spent the next ten or so minutes with your head ducked under the cover until you found enough strength, physically and mentally to step out of bed, maybe get a shower to wake up since you knew you couldn’t manage falling back asleep.

“what are you doing?” your head whipped around to the sound of sanemi’s gruff morning voice as he stood by the doorway in a pair of loose grey sweats, “need a shower.” you mustered up an audible mumble from your throat, which was very much burning, rubbing your arm to comfort yourself.

you couldn’t really make out the expression on your boyfriend's face, what with the curtains still pulled shut and no lights on, whatever sickness had its grip on you was also making you lightheaded, which didn’t help.

“don’t be stupid.” he scoffed, “you woke me up with how much you were coughing.” he shook his head, walking around to your side of the bed and pushing you down by your shoulders, “how did you even get sick?”

you frowned, the sound of irritation in his tone made your eyes sting with tears, “don’t know..” your voice came out weak and you looked down at your lap, “i’m sorry, i know it’s not a good day, i don’t wanna stress you—“ sanemi cut you off, stepping back, “stop that.” he grumbled, arms crossing over his bare chest. you looked up and noticed the medicine in his hand, and a bottle of water on the nightstand too.

“i’m not mad because you got sick- well i am, you should be looking after yourself,” he tutted before continuing, “we just have to get you better, it’s not gonna help if you’re not resting.”

your bottom lip quivered a little, “oh..” you sighed in relief before shaking your head, “but work—“ sanemi cut you off, his fingers squishing at your cheeks to push your mouth open, placing the medicine on your tongue before he cracked open the cap on the water, making an encouraging ‘ahh’ sound and letting you swallow the medicine down easily, “no work,” he set the bottle back down.

“i already left your boss a message, it’s not like you’ve taken a sick day much at all this year anyway so i’d like to see him try and get on your ass for it.” he shrugged, gesturing for you to lay back down, already tugging the sheets over your body.

“i wanted to make us breakfast before we both had to leave,” you jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “your favorites for good luck for the interview.”

“i can make us breakfast.” he shrugged and you shook your head adamantly, “no, you should be getting ready for the interview.” you told him.

sanemi huffed, feeling stumped until he spoke up again, “okay.. well, how about i order us some breakfast, and in the meantime, you help me make sure i don’t fuck it all up?” he suggested, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously. you already nodded by the time he mentioned ordering breakfast for the both of you and comforting him was a given.

you sat up, patting the space before you sat up, sanemi crawling back into bed beside you, snuggling his arms around your waist and your hands found their way into his icy-toned hair, “you’re gonna do so good! you’ll kill it, remember what we practiced?”

the two of you spent the morning sharing your delivered breakfast and comforting each other, soothing a nervous sanemi whilst he rubbed your back every time you coughed, pushing your head against his neck and laying sweet fluttering kisses on your flushed skin until he needed to get himself dressed and situated in front of his computer for the interview, promising that it wouldn’t take too long and he’d run you a bath once it was wrapped up.

you couldn’t find sleep again that morning, cough keeping you awake and you were eager to know how sanemi found his interview. “they offered me the job on the spot!” sanemi burst into the room, sliding on his socks and nearly losing his balance- if you could’ve screamed you would’ve, excitedly bouncing in your spot on the bed as your arms flew open in joy, sanemi rushing over to engulf you in a hug, “i told you they’d love you baby.” you cooed.

sanemi only leaned back from the hug so he could cup your face, pressing firm kisses around all of your features until he caught you in a gentle kiss, seconds going slow as the two of you enjoyed each other's closeness, your cheeks feeling so warm you couldn’t tell if it was because you were sick or how his lips pressed plush against your own, tasting the vanilla chapstick that you spread on his lips this morning, “i love you but you’re gonna get sick if you do that.” you pulled away ever so slightly, scrunching your nose in delight.

“nah, i’m tough.” he told you confidently, puffing out his chest as if to help prove his point, making you burst out laughing, "mhm, my big tough sweetheart." you cooed teasingly as your hands reached out to pinch his cheek, his own hands flying up to swat you away like a pesky fly, seeing the warmth rising in his cheeks, "now, how about that bath?" you tilted your head.

you yelped in surprise when you felt his arms swooping under your legs, the room spinning a little as he stood up on his feet, firm grasp on you, "did you get sick just so i'd have to run around after you all day? so you'd get my attention?" he scowled playfully, "you're such a pain."

sanemi was the one.

you couldn’t help your mind often drifting off into the thought of your own little family, only to shake your head rid of the daydream and feel guilty afterward. It wasn't like it was unreasonable to want children, and you knew sanemi wasn't ever opposed to the idea, but the thought of even discussing it with him was daunting, butterflies whirling around your tummy in anxiety- you hadn't even married yet, you had to remind yourself, so you settled on sweet little daydreams and wishes for the future, knowing one day it would be reality.

the thought of little kids running around your homely apartment, attached to sanemi's hip, or cuddled up under his arm in bed made your insides flutter, tiny fireworks sputtering under your skin and setting it alight as you envisioned it all.

you glanced towards the bedroom, hearing cursing and keyboard clicks as you approached, the door creaking open with a simple push. you could always come in and out of the room, as you pleased, sanemi was always fully immersed on the pixels in front of him when he was playing, and often you found yourself wandering in, checking on him when he spent hours on the weekend in front of his double monitors, nonsensical call outs to his online teammates in whichever game had his attention nowadays.

you didn't mind, you both lived together and found plenty of time to spend in each other's company, even if it was in silence it was always the comfortable kind, barely ever had either of you felt something was lacking and if you ever did you knew you could try and work things out. you always valued communication, sure, sometimes it was a guessing game with sanemi but he would never go so low as to become petty with arguing or ignoring you.

you felt his shoulders jump a little when your fingers found place at his nape, dragging up to tangle the digits into his pale strands of hair, repeating the comforting motion as he relaxed his tense muscles, you even noticed his tone becoming collected rather than roused as he usually was when his fingers clattered against various keys and voice boomed down the microphone that hung above his monitors.

"you okay?" he spoke up, eyes still locked on the screen in front of him, "mhm." you hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his head, careful you didn't bump his headset off.

your arms wrapped loosely around his bare shoulders, your cheek squished against the side of his chair as you rested there, aimlessly watching sanemi move around his character, flashing and bullets flying everywhere across the map until 'DEFEAT' flashed across the screen, your boyfriend clattering the mouse across the desk and letting out a string of curses, "i told you to stay mid! why the fuck are you solo flanking?!" he exclaimed, hearing muttering through his headset in response.

you giggled, squeezing your hands at his shoulders and watching his head tilt to meet your gaze, a soured expression still on his face, "what's so funny?" anyone else might've found it intimidating but you found it amusing.

"you're just cute when you get so into the game." you snickered, his expression unchanged as he leaned back against the chair, and you felt his hand tug your arms until you leaned your front over one of the armrests of the chair and his fingers tilted your chin up, "you distracted me," he deadpanned, "you're lingering."

you feigned confusion, a brief shake of your head, "nemi, you haven't left the room all day, just missed you." you spoke sweetly and didn't miss the slight smile that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

"oh.." his eyes had a slight new gleam to them and you groaned, "why'd you take it like that?!" you complained light-heartedly, lips pursing together in bashfulness.

"what are you talking about?" he threw his head back, chuckling. you didn't miss the way his hand which was previously wrapped around your arm, now rested at your lower back, with his eyes back on you he spoke again, "you look cute." his eyes dragged down your body, admiring the skimpy little pajama set you had gotten just to laze around the house- maybe catch your boyfriend's eye, success.

"i know." you cooed, going to push yourself up since the armrest digging into your lower ribs was getting rather uncomfortable, but of course, your boyfriend who was rather fond of manhandling you around, had other plans, "c'mere." he tugged you until you were rested across his lap, lifting your legs over the armrest as you leaned against his side.

feeling trapped by his heavy arms, had your stomach bubbling with elation, eyes glancing down, fingers reaching out to swipe across the scarred skin, pinching gently when you reached his bicep, there was nothing you loved more than feeling the weight and plush muscle of his arm against your palms, you could've worshiped and admired him all day long.

you jolted in surprise, an unfamiliar voice pulling you out of your daze, "man, can you stop flirting with your girl and queue us into a lob—" you heard sanemi click a button to mute the voice coming from the headset, your eyes wide before you laughed behind your hand, "it's fine, i muted my mic too." he rolled his eyes, seeming a little embarrassed that he had been so distracted he had gotten caught even by his friend.

you blinked up at him, still, a little amused as another laugh bubbled in your throat, though it soon fizzled away when you felt his warm fingertips dragging across the thin layer of your pajama shirt, nipples reacting almost instantly as they poked at the fabric.

with your breathing held you next felt his hand pushing up your shirt, seeing the nod of his head, "up." he gestured with the command and your arms moved before your brain could even process, letting him pull your shirt over your head, not wasting a second as he leaned in, and you could've sworn you saw the hunger in his eyes, making you feel like some sort of prey which had you tummy doing flips, breathing staggered.

"shit.." you stuttered out barely when you felt his thumb circle one of your nipples as his mouth ghosted closer and closer to your other, warm, wet kisses trailing along your sensitive skin, gasping when you felt his tongue flicking across your nipple, your fingers flying to his hair.

you could feel his thumb circling your nipple and his other fingers dug into your sides, with his hands and mouth all over you like this, it made you feel so lightheaded, "s-sanemi, mm," you hummed, "here too." you pushed his other hand- which was squeezing at your thigh, upwards to cup your clothed warmth.

he obliged, not ripping his head away from the attention he had on your upper half as he pushed aside the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, "s'fucking soaked." he grumbled, feeling the vibration of his tone in your chest as his finger rubbed up and down your pussy, fingers slicked in no time.

you would've felt ashamed when you heard how excited you had gotten already, hearing the squelch of his finger push inside you, but you were far too blissed already to give much care.

"relax, i got you baby." he cooed, ever so sweetly, kissing upwards from your breasts to push his lips to yours, hearing a slight chuckle on his lips at how dazed you were already, sloppily kissing him back as your hips stuttered.

sanemi was dragging his finger in and out which was already making your skin prickle with joy, soon feeling him push a second inside which had your breathy moans turning into desperate whimpers, practically rutting against his two fingers.

"nemi, that's good, s-suh'good." you mewled, his other hand that was holding open your thighs dragging up to your lips, pushing his thumb passed and pressing on to your tongue.

"poor baby, you can't help it can you?" he scoffed, almost mockingly as he titled his head to watch his fingers disappear inside you, thumb beginning to tap and circle on your clit, almost immediately having to move his fingers from your mouth so he could hold you back down again, you watched in awe when you saw him lean in and spit in between your legs, salvia mixing with your juices.

"close, please.. oh god." you whined, thighs quivering as he relentlessly held you down, his fingers curling up inside you and thumb doing wonders on your clit. your head knocked back and you squealed as a sudden wash of electricity flew throughout your body, pure bliss taking over each and every one of your senses.

"fuck, that's so hot.." you heard him groan as he watched you orgasm, fingers sticky with your sweet release, his hips even bucked a little against your ass, and you could feel how rock hard he was.

you were a little disoriented as you came down from your high, giggling at the pleasant buzz running all throughout your body, only coming to once you heard your boyfriend's gruff voice once again, "get up." you felt the harsh squeeze at the flesh of your thigh and with a push you got yourself up from his lap, turning to face him as you perched yourself at the edge of his desk.

sanemi lifted his hips from the chair slightly, enough to tug down his sweats, kicking them off somewhere across the room, cock flush against his stomach, tall and the tip an angry red, a prominent vein running up along the underside of him- it had you drooling on the spot.

you blinked a couple times before realizing he was motioning for you to spin around, finger twirling in a gesture. you twirled until your back was to sanemi, hearing the creak of his chair when he stood up, jolting in surprise when you felt his hand swat against your ass, a burning sensation fizzling at your skin before it cooled off. his hand pressed against your back until you leaned against the desk- thankful his monitors were further back.

"stay still." he hummed, forehead furrowed slightly as he watched the way you pushed back against him, "you're like a bitch in heat, so fucking incessant." he landed another whack to your ass which had you reeling, only pushing back further into him.

he pinched and poked at the red marks across your ass, enjoying the cute little sounds you made here and there when his fingers dug a little too harshly into the skin or pinched until your arms flailed, "stop teasing, want your cock so bad." you almost cried out, leaning yourself up on your palms a little to ground yourself.

sanemi couldn't find it in him to say no, you looked so desperate already, he almost felt bad. "stay still, i won't tell you.." he cut himself off, bringing his arm around your throat and pulling your back flush against his chest, wedging you between his body and the desk, "again." he squeezed your throat in between his forearm and bicep, in a chokehold.

your voice was weak from the pressure of his arm against your neck, feeling him push the tip of his cock inside you, squeezing around him nonstop already, you just couldn't help it, the way he was pressed so closely to you had your pussy clenching in delight, "sh-shit, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.." you gasped out, feeling his arm around your neck loosen up, his chest still pressing against your back and you could feel his hot breath against your ear.

"haven't even fucked you dumb yet and you forgot how to breathe properly." he scoffed, a harsh sudden thrust almost knocking you forward if it wasn't for his firm hold on you, "oh my god, oh my god!" you chanted, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him bottom out with the ruthless push.

"pussy sucking me in so good, fuck.." he sighed, dropping his arm to place both hands on your hips, one of your hands settling at the desk whilst the other reached round to claw at sanemi until he took a hold of your arm.

"that's it, take it." he let out a euphoric chuckle as he reeled his hips back before pushing back into you, starting a quick but deep pace, eyes glued on the way he buried his cock deep inside you with every push and pull.

you got louder and louder, more nonsensical as each second passed, "oh nemi!" you squeaked, "feels s'good baby, mm, more, more." your nails dug into the soft foamy mousepad which expanded across the wooden desk, scratches and claw marks indenting the fabric as he somehow reached an even better angle when he hiked a leg up on his chair, feeling the tip of him hit that delicious gummy spot inside you that had puddles of drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.

"you're fucking disgusting, look at you." he groaned, skin glistening in a sheen of sweat as the sounds of your mewls rung like heavenly bells in his ears, coaxing him to keep rutting his hips animalistically against you, the dizzying sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing from wall to wall.

"aren't you embarrassed?" he leaned in, murmuring against your ear which only made him feel even deeper in your guts, "n-nu uh, love your dick too much.." you cried out, head lolling back against his shoulder, hand squeezing around his arm as you pressed back against him.

"right there? hmm?" he cooed, thrusts getting shallow and sloppy and he could already tell by how your words slurred and moans got higher pitched and broken, you were close, "i got you baby." he grunted, keeping your hips up and stable, knowing you were too far gone to keep yourself up.

"gonna fill this pussy up full of cum, so fucking nice, breed you like the good little fuck toy you are." he hissed, feeling the way you spasmed around his cock with every single word, broken moans spilling out of your mouth as your back arched and your high washed over you, "that's it, oh shit, just like that baby.." he pushed you further against him, hips quickly slapping against you as he chased his own high.

"p-please, inside, need your cum so bad." you begged, so prettily it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, tight grip on your ass that was sure to further bruise the broken skin.

he spilled ropes and ropes of cum deep inside you, your whole body trembling as his warm cum coated your insides, cock still stuffed in your swollen pussy, "don't move!" you whined when you felt him pulling out, hand gripping onto his arm to keep him in place, "wanna feel like this a lil' longer, don't wanna waste it." you breathlessly whined.

sanemi poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek, leaning his head back, and looking at where the two of you connected, his thick pearly cum and yours melding together and prettily painting the inside of your thighs and the expanse of his cock.

sanemi leaned over your back, not putting too much weight on you as he pressed wet kisses along your shoulder, seconds feeling like minutes as you basked in the warmth beneath your boyfriend's body, feeling so full and content.

you groaned in discontent when he pulled back, fingers dragging along your sore, bruised skin where he had slapped, pinched, or grabbed, admiring the pretty fresh marks decorating your body, "c'mon, let's run a bath before you start cramping up." he chuckled, and to your dismay, pulled out, wincing at the way the liquids dripped down the inside of your thigh, feeling empty.

"baby.." he tilted his head, watching you in the same position, eyes widening when he saw your shoulders shaking a little.

"m'okay." you warned before he even asked, standing on shaky legs and turning to face him, arms reaching out and squeezing tightly around his chest, "i just love you so much," you soothed down your small sobs as your intense high fizzled out faster than you liked, head nuzzling against his chest, "just wanna stay close for a little more." you spoke gently and sanemi felt his heart pang.

"i'm here, i'm right here." he bought his hand up, patting the top of your head as he rocked back and forth with you slowly, the two of you spending a little more time just close, intimate. sanemi only moved once again to lift your chin, his hands cupping your cheeks and trying to inspect if you were hurt, "you're worrying me." he sighed, clearly concerned which only swelled your heart further.

"i promise, i'm okay. just felt so warm, and nice." you reassured your boyfriend, leaning up until your lips were plush with his, thumb soothing over his cheek

sanemi grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it as he nodded understandingly, "you'd tell me if i hurt you- i mean, did something you didn't like right?" you nodded at that, knowing it was important, "good." he sighed in relief, a smile spreading across his lips before he caught you in another kiss, "and.. i love you too, a lot." he muttered against your lips, almost inaudible. you decided against teasing him, already noticing the warmth rushing to his cheeks, it was enough to make your heart skip several beats.

"now, how about that bath?" you hummed.

fairy note..

tuh dahhh, my first kny one shot. i've written for different fandoms before but i don't know why sanemi possessed me to make my first anime writing about him probably the lack of sanemi smut but, damn this scratched an itch in my brain, hope this was bearable to get through for you

requests and feedback is open.. ♡

[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[sailxrmxrs]

more infinite blue fics who could have guessed teehee. this one's for tobias nation i am being nice to you for once <3 but also make it rivals to lovers because i want to write about tobias being mean but also i adore the 'we dislike each other but also pretend we don't secretly have feelings for each other' trope so much it tastes so good. i had a whole other plan for this but then rings of power happened and the galadriel/halbrand dynamic grabbed me in a chokehold so u get this instead. writing this was also a struggle of me battling my internet while also fighting the urge to keep playing piofiore episodio 1926. it's been a TIME. but take some more fantasy/historical au tobias bc WHY NOT RIGHT also!! a content warning for violence/blood/injuries basically your usual fantasy things. stay comfy gamers and buckle in bc it's a long one o7

The sun had about reached its peak in the sky as you strolled through the castle grounds. Today was a rare day spared from your regular duties, a blessing that only came once every few weeks. There truly was no greater pleasure than to be awoken by the sun’s first morning rays brushing your face and turning over, burrowing further under the covers for an extra hour of sleep. That extra sliver of rest was enough to alleviate the persisting tiredness from the last few days. And now, a clear schedule ahead, there was a window of time dedicated entirely to you. So, as fitting with your station, you were making your way to the main training room. Other fighters of the King’s army were scattered about the courtyard, those relieved of their duties for the day swing swords at training dummies or sparring with a partner. Considering the bright skies and gentle warmth in the air, most were making the most of the nice weather. What nicer backdrop to the rigorous training regimes than a clear sky and the far-off sound of birds chirping atop the castle walls? However, in spite of the perfect conditions, days off were enjoyed much more thoroughly when spent alone. Of course, you enjoyed the companionship of your fellow fighters—they were the people you trained so hard to defend and aid in battle, after all. But no matter how close you may be with a great deal of them, days off were you to revel in your own company.

There were no sounds to be heard coming from inside the training room, the exact sign you were hoping for that the next two hours of your time would be spent in comfortable solitude. Releasing a satisfied sigh, you stepped over the threshold and assessed the equipment available. In doing so, your eyes landed on a familiar figure loosing an arrow into a target standing at the far end of the expansive room. Tobias. He was no new addition to the fighting ranks but had been a thorn in your side from the moment you laid eyes on him. He’d been recruited after a raid on a suspected rebel camp years ago after pleading innocence and offering his services in the form of battle prowess for the King. He was employed on a temporary basis until he was proved trustworthy enough to not act as a double agent and had been part of your day-to-day life ever since. At first his overly confident words were brushed aside as a nervous desire to be accepted among the others but as time went on, he proved that he was simply that confident in himself. Although perhaps arrogant was more apt. Tobias walked about the place as though he owned it, when he wasn’t being watched by superiors, that was. He held himself with indescribable regard that perhaps even the King himself couldn’t match And, of course, he could sense your dislike for him from a mile away. He would find ways to get himself assigned to work alongside you, would seek you out as for sparring practice, would take up a seat beside you during meal hours. Tobias spent more time with you than your shadow did—it felt that way, anyway.

Typically spending so much time in another person’s presence led to a close friendship developing but the exact opposite had transpired between the both of you. The mutual hatred was palpable, creating a tension so heavy it could almost be seen if someone focused their eyes hard enough. Threats of violence were commonplace and whenever you sparred together, neither held back; someone always walked away with a black eye or bruised rib from a harsh kick to their side. How the contempt for one another had grown so far was a true enigma to many of your friends, all looking on in question of whether the animosity was purely hatred or if another emotion lingered deep beneath. There had not been one standout moment to facilitate your less than pleasant feelings toward Tobias, but rather a general sense of distrust. He was not one to share much of his past nor did he show any desire to partake in activities that weren’t mandatory. He’d cite excuses of prior plans or tiredness from a day of patrols and leave for his room, only to be undiscoverable within the hour. Where he went was unknown to anyone but himself and you couldn’t help but begin to harbour seeds of distrust, only fuelling the fires of resentment with each day that passed.

Even now as Tobias lazily approached the target, having shot it directly in the centre, you were itching to wipe the smug smile that no doubt stretched across his face. He had paused at the target with the arrow sitting now in his hands as he examined it, fingers gently touching the head of the arrow with each gentle tap against his fingertips. Eyes darting to the throwing knives beside you, temptation snuck up onto your shoulder and whispered in your ear. Tobias had not yet noticed your arrival or, if he had, he was ignoring you likely to incite action. If action was what he sought, you would happily oblige. You took up a knife, eyes zoning on your target and letting it fly free. The throwing knife hit its mark exactly as intended, brushing past Tobias’ cheek and implanting itself in the target in front of him.

“A dangerous game you’re playing there, aren’t you? Two can play at that game,” he drawled, indifference lacing his words before he snapped into action and notched an arrow, aimed and shot at the spot on the wall right above your head. It had come dangerously close to your scalp, the feeling of the arrow brushing over your hair and sending a shudder down your spine.

"Is it dangerous if I trust in my skills?"

"Ah, but what if I had moved in the way? Would you tend to my wounds for me?" Tobias prowled across the training room, eyes fixed on you. He met your scowl with his mouth quirked into a scrutinising smile, as though he were calculating your intentions and assessing the best way to slither beneath your skin. Judging from the amusement all over his face, he was well into the process of concocting said plan.

"In your dreams. Watching you bleed out would give me great pleasure," you quipped, arms folding across your chest as you refused to back down to his towering frame. Tobias was far too tall for his own good, and it only fuelled his already staggering self-confidence.

His smile turned to a grin as he stopped in front of you. "Well, I do strive to please. In all areas, might I add." Tobias' grin only grew as you scoffed and pushed him away with disgust. "Too far? And here I thought you could handle a little more than that." Tobias now had an arm holding onto the casing of the door frame above your head as he leaned in closer despite the hand that tried to keep him at bay.

“Do you have to stand so close?”

Tobias ignored you, staying completely still as he continued on as though you’d never spoken. “You know, I’m surprised you’re not out there training with the others. You know how much I loathe seeing you spar with anyone other than me.”

“Hasn’t it ever crossed your mind that I do it simply because you hate it so much?” You could feel yourself getting more and more frustrated the loner you remained talking to Tobias, but there was no backing out of this encounter. Not if you wanted to retain any semblance of your dignity. Should you walk away now, Tobias would hold it over your head for weeks or, more likely, months.

The corner of Tobias’ lip twitched as though the idea of being so thoroughly disliked by you entertained him—as though this were all some long-running game of cat and mouse. “I’m flattered you think of me so much around other men. You know, if you crave my attention so badly, you need only visit my room. You know where it is, after all.”

“Rather presumptuous of you to assume my thoughts of you are in any way nice.”

Tobias raised an eyebrow at your dismissal, quickly firing back with his sharp tongue. “And it’s rather presumptuous of you to believe I don’t enjoy that to my very core.”

You blanched for a moment, Tobias managing to knock you off balance with each quip he sent your way. The man was insatiable in all the wrong ways. “What? You enjoy the fact I loathe your presence? I’m not one to judge but that doesn’t sound entirely healthy.”

“Have you never heard of the saying ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’? Well, little fox, wouldn’t you like to find out how close we can be?” Tobias' voice was a low purr, his face now barely an inch away from your ear as he let the low dulcet tones of his voice sink beneath your skin. He was a lethal man in so many ways, but this felt far more life threatening than any dagger to your throat or arrow to your heart could ever feel.

"Not in the slightest. Now are we done here? Some of us have plans they'd rather leave undisturbed." It took a great deal of self restraint to not take a small step back or waver under Tobias' watch. He was still leaning in close, clearly unaffected by the distinct lack of amusment on your own features. He seemed to be weighing up his options, but at your refusal to back down he finally moved away, bored with your lacking reaction. Tobias wished you a happy training session, his voice completely devoid of any genuine well wishes as he walked away. It took a good few minutes to calm the annoyance that had swelled during the short encounter with him, your mind replaying certain choice words and phrases he'd used while you warmed up to train.

The remaining afternoon passed by uneventfully, your training session alleviating all Tobias related stress. There really was something therapeutic about slashing a sword against a training dummy as hard as you were physically able. Eventually your body reached its finishing point, muscles tinged with dull aches that could only be relieved by a steaming hot bath. It was the signifier you needed to call it a day and return to your room to enjoy the remainder of your afternoon without any pressing duties. You were free to spend some time indulging in hobbies you otherwise had to set aside in place of training newer recruits or studying new formations. That peace was later shattered, of course, when news arrived that the castle was under attack. Of all days for there to be an ambush of any kind, it had to be the one day you were supposed to be relieved of duties. But, despite fate's cruel timing, you prepared to take up arms and fight as was expected of you. This was what you trained so hard for.

Commotion and chaos consumed the courtyard. What once had been the sunny site of peaceful afternoon training was now a bloodsoaked battleground. Night had fallen, bringing with it the cover of darkness—which had its own benefits and drawbacks. The diminished light meant that you could easily hide in the shadows before striking the castle's attackers but, by the same token, they could just as easily do the same. Still, with all your experience in battle you believed wholeheartedly in yourself and the soldiers at your side going out into the night. Clamour of swords clashing, metal on metal like a cacophonous thunder, and the shouts of angers were the music of the night. It was never pleasant, nor did it get much easier with each fight you found yourself entrenched in. It wasn't long before your sword was stained a deep, dark colour, far removed from its once silver sheen under the light of the moon. Flecks of blood and mud adorned your cheeks, none of it your own. Though some of your comrades were not quite so lucky. There was no time to dwell on whose injuries were beyond saving no matter how biting the sting of death always seemed to be. All those complicated emotions could stir once you were safe again in the comforts of your bed.

Advancing to another section of the courtyard, you searched for signs of further infiltration. There was always the chance this onslaught of attackers was a mere distraction from some ulterior motive playing out elsewhere. Despite having slipped into the shadows to make your escape, a stray attacker took advantage of your false sense of security. Just as you registered the presence behind you, a sharp sting heated at your side. Ignoring the building pain, you swung into action. Luckily this was your only combatant. With your newly acquired injury, fighting more than one opponent would prove rather challenging. Possibly fatal. Dying here was not an option. Not for you. Even as you moved a portion too slowly, the hilt of your attacker's dagger colliding with your head, you couldn't contemplate the chances of losing no matter how quick your attacker might be—and they were unbelievably fast. You raised your sword, bracing for the oncoming pain that never seemed to arrive.

When you refocused your vision, adrenaline the only force keeping your knees from buckling, all that you could see was the all-too-familiar head of golden hair stood before you. Tobias held a bloodied sword in hand as he fended off your attacker with an excellent precision; he might be insufferable, but the man could certainly fight. Your vision blurred, the inflicted wounds creeping up on you—not to mention the pounding headache that had just been inflicted upon you. There was no chance you'd be seeing this battle to its end with these injuries. No matter how much you wanted to press on, you had to bandage the still bleeding wound at your side and find something to ease the ache in your head. A cold darkness threatened to pull you under, the blanket of unconsciousness feeling like a welcome idea if not for the fact that Tobias had just killed your attacker. Grasping onto those wispy tendrils of consciousness, your breathing heaved as you focused on Tobias. If anything would keep you awake and aware, it was spite; you couldn't let Tobias hold this over you. Never in a thousand years would you allow him to be the one responsible for your survival and so you moved to continue fighting, despite your instincts telling you to retreat.

"I knew you were stupid, but I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to throw your life away. You're injured. We need to fix you up," he called out, his breathing laboured as he remained rooted in place.

"So what if I am? I'm fine. I can fight." You had never been a good liar.

Tobias knew it too, walking closer as he reached for your wrist. "Please, just let me patch you up. You're clearly hurt." If you didn't know him better, you'd think there was some semblance of pain in his voice. Surely not.

"I told you, I'm fine. It's not as bad as you think. But I'll tend to it anyway. Alone." You made sure to stress the finality of your last comment. This was the last scenario in which you wanted Tobias' presence, let alone his aid. It wasn't that deep of a wound anyway. Nothing to fret over or concern anyone else with, least of all him. Despite his continued insistance to clean the wound and help dress it, you waved him off, erasing any evidence of the pulsing pain at your side until he finally gave in and listened. You weren't sure if he'd believed your claims but at least he'd finally acquiesced. Perhaps if he hadn't been so insufferably vexing in the training room earlier you might have relinquished and let him help you. But this was Tobias, ever the pain in your side even when staring in the face of mortal danger. When you finally reached the privacy of your rooms, peeling away the leather armour that protected your torso from sustaining further injuries, the pain only spread from the loss of pressure on the wound. You hissed at the feeling, head snapping up when you heard a familiar voice sigh from the doorway. Of course he hadn't believed you. Of course he'd come after you despite your instructions not to.

"And you said it wasn't that bad," Tobias said, his voice surprisingly languid considering the urgency with which he'd spoken earlier. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded as he stared at the open wound at your side and the blood seeping onto your blouse.

You glared at him, unable to move the hand that instinctively came to your side to attempt to combat the pain. "Is this the part where you say ‘I told you so’? Because I’m really not in the mood for it right now, Tobias.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. It was now that you could see the dampened washcloth and gauze in his hands. “I’m going to patch you up like I said I would.”

“Thought I told you to leave it. That I could manage it myself."

“Did you really believe I’d listen? Did you really think I wouldn’t follow you?”

“No. I knew you would.” Your voice was quiet now, barely above a whisper as you angled your head away from Tobias. “You always do come to help, don’t you?”

Tobias continued his ministrations, treating your wound with utmost care. His hands were surprisngly gentle, barely ghosting your skin as he cleaned the wound as painlessly as possible. Whoever this Tobias was he was a farcry from the man you'd clashed with just a few hours ago. With every hiss of pain or involuntary twitch, Tobias would pause, eyes searching your face for any hint of distress.

“You can stop looking at me as though I’ll break. I can handle it,” you scolded, finally meeting his concerned look. He seemed strained, as though he was holding something back, though what exactly that was, you weren’t sure. Tobias was notoriously hard to read.

“Maybe you can. But I can’t.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tobias sighed. You didn’t expect to feel the loss of his hands so strongly. “Nothing. Just…please don’t get yourself hurt like this again.”

You looked at him incredulously, the slight movement of your body sending a painful reminder that you needed to remain as still as possible right now. “And why do you care? I didn’t ask for you to come help me. Or even defend me back there. I don’t know what you were thinking, you could’ve gotten yourself injured or worse, killed!”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Tobias scoffed. He had finished cleaning the wound and had begun to dress it, his eyebrows knitted in annoyance. “If I hadn’t stepped in you’d be in a lot worse shape right now. Possibly not even standing to scold me.”

“So why’d you do it? Since when have you cared about my safety? I vaguely recall you shooting an arrow at my head earlier. Not exactly the actions of someone who cares for my physical health."

“You seem to forget that was an act of retaliation after you threw a knife flying past my face." He paused for a moment, hands halting in their movements. "And besides, little fox, the only one who’s allowed to kill you, is me.” Tobias had his hand on your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. The eye contact was excrutiating, especially when you could see the murderous intent swimming in his eyes. Why he didn't just finish the job now, you didn't know. Clearly he wanted to. Yet he was bandaging you up as though he were a caring friend or doting lover, concerned for your wellbeing.

"Heavens above I hate you, Tobias," you whispered, knowing he heard every syllable as he looked into your face. If either of you moved even the slightest bit closer, his nose would be pressed against yours.

"All this talk of hating me and yet you didn't stab me when you had the chance, hm? I know you threw that dagger with no intention to strike true. You could've done it, you know? A single thought and I would have been gone. None the wiser to who my assassin would've been." Tobias' breath was warm over your face, every word painting your face and weighing you down. "Or perhaps you enjoy this little dynamic we have going on? Pretending that beneath all that hate and contempt there isn't the pulling tug of desire, begging for one of us to finally give in."

You tried to ignore the hand that danced on your uninjured waist—not to mention his burning touch still lingering on your chin. "You'll find me dead before I admit any kind of feelings for you."

"Oh, so you acknowledge they exist then? No matter how buried they may be, I guarantee it won't last. I know you far better than you give me credit for." The hand on your waist slipped beneath the blouse, his fingers cold on your side. You couldn't help the shiver that traveled the length of your spine as you struggled for a reply.

"Merely a lapse in judgement," you spoke, finally finding your voice. "Trust me, the moment I no longer owe you for saving my life? You're dead."

Tobias chuckled, the sound as cold as his touch had been. "We'll see about that, won't we? Hate me all you want. But we've got to keep you alive for that. I don't want you dead yet, anyway. And I'll kill anyone that even thinks about stealing my pleasures from me."

[pain-suffering-even]

headcanons: Tanaka Kenzo

content warning for sexual assault/rape (of a minor) and cage fights/fight club

Quick headcanons -

Name: Tanaka Kenzo

Age: 22

Gender: Male

DOB/Place: December 19th, 2038 in Kobe*, Japan

Rank/Type: S Rank Tank

Guild/Occupation: - Draw Sword Guild

Past Occupation(s): Cashier

Skills:

Weapons: Lefty and Righty (his fists)

Family: Hamasaki Rin (mom) (unknown)

Tanaka Masao (dad) (unknown)

Tanaka Nozomi (younger sister) (unknown)

Tanaka Shigeru (younger brother) (unknown)

^ biological ^

Kutsuki Manabu (adoptive dad) (deceased)

^ fun fact: kutsuki means decayed/rotting tree and manabu means learn ^

Aikawa Makoto (adopted brother) (alive)

^ white skinny nerdy brunette with the glasses ^

Ebina Susumu (adopted brother) (alive)

^ large pacific islander gamer with adhd ^

Chiba Nanami (adopted brother) (alive)

^ tall black artist missing 3 fingers on his right hand ^

Fueki Takuya (adopted brother) (alive)

^ quiet hoodie kid paralyzed from the waist down ^

sorry he has so much family - i promise it makes more sense when you read the short story about his past, but i admit it looks like a mess seeing all the names together :') i hope the characterizations help a little

Core headcanons -

Hidden talent: Good with fixing watches (and other small appliances) 

Favorite food: Fried octopus 

What motivates them: The desire to prove himself wrong, that he was strong back then in his fighting days and he is strong now too, and that becoming an S ranker didn’t just make him strong, he earned his spot 

Treasured possession: His dad’s red scarf 

Deepest secret: His scars are from when he dealt with underground fights, thus he makes up a story each time 

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: Moving out with his brothers and his friends/

Random memories: Getting a crush on his manager at the corner store he worked at after he moved out, during fight season him and his friends would crowd into one bed despite there being so many of them, playing Minecraft for the first time and being so terrified of the creepers that his brothers have to help him play, everyone crowding into the bathroom to take care of the kids that came back from fighting, him and his friends getting drunk for the first time and absolutely trashing their apartment, going on a road trip to the beach with Atsushi and having the best time of his life digging a hole in the sand,

Best friend/Worst enemy: Atsushi Kumamoto/His adoptive father

Good/Bad traits: Strong, reliable, caring, observant /Insecure, avoids conflict, 

Things they’ve done/like to do: Start the day with a coffee and gossip with Atsushi, chose a lucky pocket watch for each day, wrestle Akari whenever she gets too bossy during a raid, suddenly pick up his friends to scare the shit out of them, mixing energy drinks and coffee in the morning because he likes the “tingling feeling behind his eyes for the rest of the day,” 

Personality type: “Entertainer” ESFP-A (86% extraverted, 14% introverted; 13% intuitive, 87% observant; 32% thinking, 68% feeling; 28% judging, 72% prospecting; 56% assertive, 44% turbulent)

Nervous habit: Rubbing the back of his neck/his face, resorting to a boxer stance 

Things they’re afraid of: Bugs especially flying ones, underground areas, thunder and lightning, 

Things they want to accomplish: Figure out how to restore antiques, find his biological dads old antique shop and see if its still open, try and find his biological siblings just to check up on them, 

Additional headcanons -

Unlike the others, he doesn't mind that he never gets to see Goto Ryuji around the guild because he's very intimidated by the man

He looks tough as shit but the moment you get hurt he's like "Are you ok? You want me to carry you? Here's some water, lemme go get dad," aka Sugimoto Reiji

Him and Akari banter so fucking much it gives everyone a headache. He banters with no one else, usually because he only gets snarky once provoked

Not really an outdoorsy person, hates the heat and the bugs and the dirt. Somehow the team found themselves camping after being convinced by Akari, and Kenzo is unsurprisingly the one who whined the most

He really likes restoring antiques, especially old clocks. Has a small collection of pocket watches he’s restored but unwilling to sell

Spends a lot of time with Atsushi because he feels like Atsushi will never judge him for anything, which leads to him being rather soft around him, something he would sooner die than do around Akari or Tatsumi

Their Timeline -

Age 10: gets adopted

3 years pass

Age 13: first fight

Age 14: the sexual assault first happens

4 years pass

Age 18: Runs away from foster home (Tokyo's Red Gate Incident happens) 

Age 19: realizes he's an S rank + joins the Draw Sword Guild 

3 years pass

Age 22: now 

[seita]

in-game | kenma kozume (m.)

pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸 tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.

+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.

˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.

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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.

You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel...neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response. 

It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him. 

It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted. 

This time, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.

So with a heavy heart you laid back in bed and slid your hand down your panties, shuddering when you felt your wet folds beneath your fingertips. 

You could hear Kenma’s video game through the thin walls of your shared apartment. It was distracting, knowing he was out there so close yet so far. It had been a long time since you had to get yourself off; you never needed to when you had the sweetest boyfriend ever living with you. 

After touching yourself for what felt like ages, you realized you were nowhere near orgasm and promptly gave up. The frustrations of being stuck horny mixed with your hurt over being neglected by your boyfriend finally bubbled over and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You rolled over, stuffing your face into his pillow as you cried. It muffled your whimpers and wails, not that your boyfriend would notice anyway. 

Suddenly, you sat up and sniffled a bit. Something dawned on you as you sat there, listening to your boyfriend’s video game blast explosions through the walls. 

There was no reason for you to be made to feel like this. You had to step up and talk to him. Communication was always the most important thing in your relationship with Kenma. He was a quiet, introverted guy who kept 99% to himself. When you first started dating back in high school, you both made it completely clear that you needed to talk to  each other. 

Yet there you were, ignoring that rule you’d made with him. 

You crawled out of bed and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you stumbled out of the bedroom. 

Kenma was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table as he slouched back. His hair was in a messy bun, a bored expression on his face as he slammed his thumbs against the controller buttons. 

“Kenma,” you said, pausing in the doorway to the living room. 

He didn’t reply, making you huff and try again. You called his name louder, stepping into the room. Finally, he tore his eyes from the screen to cast a glance at you before immediately looking back to the screen. However, it only lasted a second before his head was jerking to look back at you with wide eyes. 

He sat up straighter, hitting pause on his game as he frowned up at you, “Have you been crying?”

You sigh and nod, stepping closer to him, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt.

“Why?” he asked, the sincerity in his voice making your eyes tear up again.

Your bottom lip trembled as all the feelings you’ve been holding back flooded forth; “I just...really miss you lately, Kenma. You’ve been so...busy and I...just feel like you’ve forgotten me.”

His gaze softened as your words sunk in. He uttered your name, soft and sympathetic before reaching his hand out for you. You quickly slipped your fingers into his palm, letting him tug you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he pulled your face into his shoulder. You felt the tears you’d been holding back come forth as you heard him whisper soft apologies in your ear.

You didn’t say anything more, feeling yourself begin to doze, nestled in his lap as he rubbed his hand down your back. You sighed happily snuggling into him. The music to his game played in the background and you found yourself speaking; “you can play again.”

“A-Are you sure?” he asked, skeptical though he knew you were bound to doze off.

You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You felt him shift as he grabbed the controller once more, settling back into the couch cushions before resuming his game. You quickly fell asleep to the feeling of the occasional kiss against your temple from him. 

When you woke up, it was from being gently jostled. Kenma quickly noticed you had awoken and he frowned, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Sorry…” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you reply, sitting up, “How long was I out?”

He shook his head, “Like an hour or so.”

You rolled over and got out of bed, making Kenma frown before you disappeared into the bathroom. He went back to the living room to resume his game, sitting on the couch with his controller in his lap. When you came back from going pee, you paused to take a look at him. 

His bun was loose, hair falling prettily around his face. He had changed into a loose t-shirt that was too big so it fell off his shoulder, revealing his collarbones and an expanse of unmarked, pale skin. He wore a pair of soft sweatpants that he owned several colors of; they were his favorites. 

He looked up at you when you came in, patting his lap before holding his hand out for you.

“You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep?” he asked, thumbing beneath your eyes, which were still a bit red from crying earlier.

“Wanna be with you,” you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers resting his hand on your back before pressing a kiss to your head, “Take all the time you need.”

You smile, relishing in having his attention, even as you heard the game play on in the background. He occasionally pressed a kiss against you. 

Suddenly, the arousal you had been feeling came back to the forefront of your mind and you found yourself squirming in his lap. He grunted, brows coming together.

“Settle down, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder, eyes glued to the TV.

“Kenma…” you whimper, leaning back a bit, making sure to stay out of his way of the TV, “Can I…” he hummed, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the TV, “I really wanna ride you.”

He shuddered, nodding his head, “Go ahead, baby. Get me hard.”

You grin gleefully, and reach down to palm him, finding he’s already rapidly growing harder. Tugging at the elastic band of his sweats, he shifts a bit so you can pull his cock free, tucking the band beneath his balls. He sighs at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him to give his length a few squeezes. 

You pucker your lips and spit down on the head, using it to slick up his shaft to aid in your movements. Before long, hot puffs were coming from his lips and he was at full hardness. 

You sat up and yanked your panties down before tugging your shirt over your head. Completely, naked, Kenma sat back to admire your body with a low curse. 

Reaching beneath you, you gripped his cock to line him up at your entrance.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he whispered, glancing up at your through messy bangs, “Run and get the lube.”

“D-Don’t need it,” you whine, running the head between your folds. 

He hisses but hits pause, gripping your hip to stop you from sinking down with a pointed look, “Go get the lube, now.”

You pout but do as you’re told, crawling off his lap to rush to the bedroom. The bottle sits inside the bedside table on his side and you grab it quickly. 

When you return to the living room, he’s sitting as you left him, cock resting against his t-shirt, leaving a wet spot from where it steadily drools precum. 

“Here,” you grunt, crawling back into his lap, “I really don’t need it.”

“Why do you say that?” he asks, putting his controller down to take the bottle from your hands.

You watch, mouth open as he pours some into the palm of his hand. His hands were always so pretty; lithe fingers and prominent veins. He wraps his fist around his length and coats the smooth skin in the liquid. Using what was left on his fingers, he slides two fingers into your cunt. You grunt and grip his shoulders as he scissors his digits.

“You are wet,” he hummed, crooking his fingers to find your g-spot easily.

“T-Told you,” you pant, “I’ve been...wet for hours…”

“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?” he mumbled, frowning as he focuses on your fingers swallowing his fingers before he slowly adds a third.

“D-Didn’t think...oh, that you’d care,” you confess.

He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free, wiping them clean on his sweats before grabbing his controller.

“Don’t be stupid,” he mumbled, but you can hear the hurt in his voice at your words, “I’m always here, even if it doesn’t seem like I don’t because I’m being an ass.”

“Can I ride you now?” you ask, kissing your forehead.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m all yours,” his breathing stutters as you line him up with your entrance and begin sinking down, “That’s it...it’s all for you, make yourself feel good.”

You let out a slow breath as you sink down, taking his cock into your dripping walls. The stretch burns just a bit but it only feels pleasurable. Kenma sighs, biting his lip as his grip on the controller tightens as you squeeze him so perfectly. 

You do your best not to jostle him too much as you ride him, grinding against him so stimulate your clit. After being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. Your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.

“That’s it, use my cock, baby,” Kenma pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “Cum for me.”

And you do. It’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. But still, it left you trembling in his lap. Taking a breather, you sit quietly with your eyes closed, his cock still buried inside you while you waited for the oversensitivity to pass. 

He let you, kissing your cheek and head as you came down, patiently waiting for you to do as you needed -- just as he promised. He was there for you right now, even though his eyes were on his game, his mind was concentrated on you and your sweet cunt wrapped around him. 

Before long, you were moving again, but this time you began bouncing. 

He groaned, leaning back as you expertly worked your hips so the tip prodded every sweet spot in your walls. You were dripping down his length, making a mess of his sweats but he truly couldn’t care less in that moment. He cursed under his breath, accidentally pressing a wrong button on his controller. 

“I’m cumming again!” you squeal, nails biting into his shoulders as you toss your head back and shudder, soaking his length in your cum. He hisses, hitting pause and tossing the controller to the other end of the couch. He grabs your hips and plants his feel on the floor, jackhammering his hips up while holding you stationary, “K-Kenma!”

“Cum again,” he groans, his own eyes rolling back. 

“F-Fuck!” you toss your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as you cum again. Perhaps you never even came down from your second one. Regardless, you’re hurled into a third -- this one messier than before. 

You squirt, soaking his shirt and abdomen, “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

“Th-Thought you’d let me take what I need…” you pant, trembling as he moves your hips under his strong grip, working you through the aftershocks. 

He huffs out a laugh, head resting against the back of the couch, “Why let you take when I can give?”

You moan, head falling back when you ride him once more. Your body trembles in overstimulation but you just can’t get enough. He cups your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he stares up at you as if you were a goddess. Hell, to him, you were one. 

“I love you so much,” he confesses, gaze soft.

You meet his eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of love overcoming you. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and pull him in for a deep, sweet kiss. 

He reciprocates naturally, cupping the back of your head.

“I love you more,” you reply, resting your forehead against his, “I love you more than anything, Kenma.”

“Shh, baby,” he coos, hearing the raw emotion bleeding into your voice, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck as you resume riding him. He holds you close, caressing your skin and whispering words of encouragement as you crest once again. This time, you take him with you. 

He spills into you, a heavy groan in your ear as he pumps his hot load into your spasming cunt. You both relax, your body trembling as tears trickle down your cheeks and you sniffle. He pulls you back so he can look at your face. He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’m sorry, _____,” he whispers sincerely, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

“It’s okay now,” you whimper, snuggling into him, neither of you caring about his cum dripping from you cunt. His cock is soft now, but still sheathed within you and you have no plans of separating.

He reaches over to grab his controller again, feeling you sag against him as you begin to doze off. His thumbs work over the buttons and he relishes in the feeling of having you close, wondering how he had missed it for so long without realizing. 

The sight of you crying because you felt neglected still rang in his mind and he made a mental promise to the two of you that he would never make that mistake again -- no matter how into his games he became. 

[sw34ty-pl4n3t]

coom cave - kenma k.

I LOST EVERYTHING ON THIS ONE AND IT ALREADY FUCKIN SUCKED AND IT IS ALMOST ONE AM AND I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THIS IS PUBLISHED SO THIS IS GONNA BE SHIT.

i am a trans male (pre surgery and horomones) so i'm only speaking from my experience. this is trans male reader while having his period while also being a fuckin gremlin. it's awesome and i want to share it dude.

so here's this.

you sat there and groaned, holding your bloated lower belly.

"fuuuucckkkk!" you whined, rolling over and stuffing your face onto the pillows.

"babe shut up, " kenma jokingly said.

"you shut up! you're so mean! i'm in pain!" you childishly said.

"i know and i'm sorry but you've been complaining about it since morning, " he groaned sarcastically.

you pouted, rolling back over and looking around the room.

"maybe i wouldn't complain so much if your room wasn't practically a coom cave dude, " you laughed, pointing at the piles of clothes on the floor.

kenma got up from his gamer chair and walked over to you, spreading his arms and practically jumping on top of you. he went completely ragdoll as you tried to shove him off of you, laughing. he finally propped himself up on his arms, smiling faintly down at you.

"you're the only one i could share my coom cave with because you're just as bad as me, you fucking incel, " he chuckled, greasy hair falling in front of his face.

"i wouldn't hate women so much if i wasn't one, " you half-joked, feeling somewhat girly at the moment.

"wh- no, you're not, " kenma's brows furrowed.

that simple reassuring sentence relaxed you almost immediately. he never said things that he didn't mean. to your knowledge, at least. you smiled at his genuinely confused expression. then you got another cramping pain in your lower stomach.

"IF MY OVARIES DON'T STOP FUCKING WITH ME I WILL RIP THEM OUT MYSELF, " you screeched.

"(y/n) please. i'm about to stream and if you keep yelling about your ovaries everyone's gonna hear, " kenma sighs.

"i don't care dude. i will fucking smite whatever creature decided to make me afab and i'm willing to announce that to thousands, " you stared in his eyes.

"your parents??" he questions.

"yesn't. curse them for bringing me into existence i'm going to murde-"

"(y/n). bro. calm, " he brought a hand to your face, making a pinchy motion with his hand.

"i will bite you, " i warned and he retracted his hand, sighing and flopping onto your chest.

"i couldn't imagine being with anyone but you, " kenma says, reaching up and squishing your cheeks.

"woah, where did this sappy shit come from??" you joked and he squished you harder.

"when can you take the hint and just say i love you?" kenma questioned, squishing your lips together and pulling them apart, muttering 'i love you' in a silly voice.

"why don't you say it first?" you mocked, prying his hands off your face.

"ughhhh you know i'm not good at sap, " he said.

you grinned down at him, feeling smug.

"fine. i wuv you, kenma, " you said, drawing it out in a long and sappy smear, topping it off with puppy eyes.

"i'm leaving. bye. i'm streaming and you're evicted from our room until then, " kenma said, trying to get off of you.

you locked your arms around him, rolling over and keeping him on the bed.

"no!" you childishly pouted. "only i get to see you right now."

"go do self care and take a bath right now. i'll give you bonus points if you give fanservice to the stream by walking in only wearing a towel because i need that money, " kenma joked.

"i'll do it if you wash your greasy ass hair later, " you said,

"fine. now go."

[amysteriousmessenger]

May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung. 

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest. 

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you. 

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed. 

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not. 

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion. 

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down. 

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi  Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before. 

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he’s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart. 

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons 

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree. 

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

[gashinabts]

hands-on learner| (m)

Word: 3.5k

Pairing: hentai voice actor!Seokjin x hentai voice actor!Reader

Genre: mature, smut, fluff

Summary: seokjin teaches you in unethical way on how to give your best hentai voice.

Warnings: hentai, public sex, DEGRADING, humiliation, dirty talk, rough sex, slut is used multiple times, fingering, overstimulation, choking, spitting, unprotected sex, ass & pussy slapping

a/n: just a quick one-shot for my babes. hope you enjoy this fic :) remember that your comments and support are what motivates me to write!

When you were little you always wanted to help people. The teacher would ask you what you want to be when you grow up, and you would reply to a doctor or a nurse somewhere in the lines of helping people. But when you came to the age of realizing that you live in a world where being the person you want to be came with a price such as starving yourself in order to pay for college classes you changed what you wanted to be. 

You are still helping people but not in a way that people would give a noble peace award for. As in right now you are reading a lewd script and fake orgasming. “ Y/N, reshoot. The words are off,” the director tells you. You look at the screen and watch as the hentai girl is getting pumped by an overload of semen, and you do a voiceover of a few high pitch moans and cries. “ Okay! Good,” the director gives you a thumbs up. 

You smile and gulp the water soothing your throat, you get out of the sound booth immediately bumping into Seokjin's chest. “ Watch and learn how a real pro does his work,” he tells you in a cocky tone. Seokjin is just wearing a hoodie and jeans yet he looks like a high class model, his light brown hair is pushed back and he looks hot but too bad he is an asshole.

Rolling your eyes you push his chest away, “ No thanks. All you have is a couple of weird cringey dialogue and a few grunts,” you hear him laugh as he enters the vocal booth. You sit down next to Yoongi who is part of the sound engineer making sure everything goes well. “ I hate him. He thinks he is all that, look at him,” you scoff.

“ Yeah, it also looks like you want to fuck him,” Yoongi lets out a chuckle. Okay, he is not wrong. You want to fuck Seokjin at least once to get all the sexual tension out of the way but somewhere in the back of the mind you think Seokjin likes to fuck in front of mirrors so he can watch himself the whole time. 

The director taps you on your shoulder and brings you outside in the hallway, “ The team and I were going through the comments from the previous work we have done…” Mr. Kim pulls out his ipad. Your eyes zoom in at some of the comments that make you see red.

@lolligirls- She sounds so fake

↳ @Y/N’sbitch- dumbass all of this is fake. no one is actually having sex in these hentai videos

@hentitties- Clearly this voice actor never had sex...lol

@hrny4animethighs- I couldn’t get past the five minutes, I had to go to a different video

@hentaiaddict- Seokjin is such a good voice actor, I nearly creamed my pants from him just saying hello

“ Thank you Y/N’sbitch, clearly this person knows how things work,” you roll your eyes. You give the ipad back not wanting to see it anymore, what do these people know about voice acting, you're the one getting paid and making them ejaculate in tissue in their gamer room. 

Mr. Kim clears his throat before speaking, “ There are more praises and positive comments for Seokjin’s voice so I asked him to give you some pointers. You guys will have to send me a voice memo of the script I’m going to send you tonight,” you make a sound a protest but he gives you a look, “ Or else you will just have a supporting role in the newest project.” He walks off to the other direction. The minute he’s out of earshot you kick the trash can which makes the trash fall out causing you to get more frustrated. You pick up the trash and toss it in the bin, muttering curse words to yourself. Now you have to see Seokjin’s cocky face all night giving you stupid tips that you don’t even need. 

You walk back inside the studio, Seokjin is out of the vocal booth and flirting with a woman, while Yoongi is going over the vocal track. “ I heard what happened, in all honesty you are my second favorite voice actor,” Yoongi tells you as you sit next to him.

You sigh, “ Who’s your first?” The chair makes a squeak as you adjust the seat height. Glancing over at Seokjin, he makes eye contact while giving you a smug smile then turning back to his conversation with the lady. Scoffing, you turn your attention to Yoongi as he fiddles with track volume.

Yoongi looks at you, his eyebags are dark “ Jimin,” he nonchalantly says. You aren’t even surprise, since they are fucking around. They are somewhere in the lines of friends to lovers but they are both too stubborn to admit they have deep feelings for eachother.

“ I would have never guessed...at least you are going to be here tonight,” you take a sip of the water down the ice coffee you bought earlier this morning. If Yoongi is here, you have nothing to worry about.

“ Actually it’s just going to be you and Seokjin. Told Mr. Kim I have an important date,” Yoongi’s ears turn red. At least someone is getting dick you think to yourself. “ Try not to kill each other,” he tells you. 

****

Everyone has left the studio and it’s just you and Seokjin. You are going through your lines, a corny script of a girl spending the night with her boyfriend’s best friend and they end up fucking, nothing out of the ordinary. “ Okay, I’m ready. I don’t want to be here all night,” you look at him casually scrolling on his phone. 

“ Aww, don’t be so mean. I know you are dying to be here with me,” Seokjin puts his phone away, coming closer to you after he presses the start button. He tosses his arm over your shoulder, “ Okay let’s get the show on the road princess,” Seokjin guides you to the vocal booth. Immediately you groan, pushing his arm away but your ears turn red at the pet name.

The script is placed right in front of you and you start to read it, going through the introduction of the characters. 

Seokjin looks at you more carefully when it gets to the saucy part, his finger on his chin as if he is really inspecting you. “ Mmm, it feels really good,” you whine at the end, making sure you sound as lewd as possible. 

Seokjin makes a sharp clap, making you halt from any other sound. “ It doesn’t sound like it feels good. You need to make it sound more real.” Seokjin shakes his head, there’s a small smirk. Your eye twitches wondering if he just wants to purposely get you irritated. “ Do it again, but this time make it sound like someone is actually fucking you,” he nods his head for you to continue. 

The last time you got fuck was a year ago, and it was a bad experience. You didn’t even orgasm and the guy came in less than five minutes. This time you repeat the line but with a whiny and sultry tone. Seokjin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment and you get frustrated. “ Well okay then teach me, because I think I sound fucking great,” you pull at the strand of your hair. 

“ No need to get mad, I can help you,” Seokjin laughs at your frustration. He comes closer to you and you can smell his faint masculine cologne, his body is close to you. “ I want you to imagine it as if I was fucking you,” he whispers darkly. 

You bite your cheek from cursing him off, but you should at least try it out. So you envision him fucking you from behind. The image of his manly hand wrapped around your head while the other is around your neck. He’s probably the type to fuck you like you don’t matter and you can’t help it that actually turns you on. “ Mmm, it feels really good,” you moan as if he is actually ramming his cock into you. You look at his approval and he nods, a small sense of victory comes over you. Until you feel his hand pushing your hair to the other side you leaving one side of your neck bare. He is closer to you, right behind you, his chest barely touching your body.

“ Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You whisper a yes and his plump lips kiss your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses that leaves your skin tingling. “ I’m barely touching you and you are so reactive,” he takes notice of your heavy breathing. He licks a small part of your neck, then blows on it watching you squirm at the sudden coldness. 

“ Someone can walk in,” you look at the door. You don’t remember locking it, and what if the janitor comes in. Maybe that makes it more tempting for you, being caught in Seokjin’s lust. “ Seokjin,” you whine as he bites on your earlobe. 

“ You would like that...to have someone see you getting fucked hard by me. Drooling because of my cock is hitting you in just the right spot,” his hand goes under your shirt just resting on bare waist. Then his fingers tracing up and down your stomach meeting the underside of your bra but then going back down. 

“ I-no,” you shake your head in defiance. He laughs and grabs your jaw forcing your neck to twist and look at him. His eyes are darker, and he gives you a pointed look making you change your answer. “ Yes, I’d like that,” you whimper, as his rough hand pats your cheek heavily as a reward.

“ See silly girl, lying won’t get you anywhere,” he taunts you. His body then pushes you forward so you now against the glass window, you place your hands on the cold glass. Seokjin takes his time taking off your clothes. You are the only one naked on the and the cold air from the ac makes your nipples hard and from the lustful stare Seokjin has. “ I should just leave you like this and call everyone here to look at you,” Seokjin has a sinister smile when you shake your head in fear. “ Why? You look like a perfect slut. I bet you are already wet from just me kissing your neck,” he pushes your chest so your back is now against the cold window. 

The degrading names are something new to you, and your thighs squeezed together try to relieve some pain. “ Then leave me here. I bet someone else can fuck me better than you,” you shrug your shoulders, hoping he’ll get mad. 

His jaw clenches, “ Spread your legs,” he forcefully helps you by slapping the inside of your thighs. “ Look at you so fucking wet,” he comments looking down at your drolling lips. His hand then comes to slap your cunt, you flinch but then feel the pain subside to pleasure. Your body coming forward falling into his chest but his hand pushes you back to the glass, “ Take it like a good slut,” he tsk at you shaking his head. The slaps come in intervals as he chuckles at your betweens of moaning and whimpering. A few slaps hitting your clit and you cry out his name to slap you more. By the time he is done your cunt feels numb and your legs shake, your hands fisting at his shirt. “ We just started and you are already giving up on me,” he massages your cunt soothingly, spreading your arousal and barely entering the tip of his finger in your entrance.

Shaking your head, you look up at him, “ Seokjin, please fuck me. I want to be your good slut,” you deliriously say in ecstasy. His lips lift up and his two fingers thrust quickly into you, with no warning. Your head falls forward onto his hard chest staring at his fingers thrusting deep and hard, the juices becoming more apparent on his hand. You have never been this wet in your whole life, is this what you have been missing? 

One of his hands pulls your hair back to you looking at him, “ Open wide,” you do as you are told and he spits in your mouth. The spit slides easy as you swallow it, opening your mouth for more as if it was fiji water. He spits again and purposely misses your mouth landing on your cheek, “ Oops,” he smirks then wiping his spit across your whole cheek. And you don’t care, just consumed in the pleasure of his fingers still fucking you open. Your eyes roll back when his fingers curl, your stomach feeling warm. “ Come on my fingers you dirty slut, make them smell like you,” he watches you unravel.

 One last thrust and you come all over his fingers, thighs shaking when he continues to thrust at fast pace not stopping when you try to pull away. He pushes you even more to the glass so you have no escape but to come again on his fingers, your body is confused to having back to back orgasms. Screaming his name in ecstasy, your cunt pulsates at the euphoric sensation. Body releasing everything you got, your chest is heavy and you finally feel him pull his fingers out, his fingers then shoving in your mouth. “ My fingers are dirty because of you,” he chastises you. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you tasting your own come for the first time, his intense gaze watches you suck the juices off his fingers. Moaning around his finger just like it was your favorite flavor lollipop. Sucking one last time, your lips smack as he pulls them out, “ Fuck me like you hate me,” your hand travel to his hard bulge lightly squeezing it. 

You close your eyes and pucker your lips when he leans down, only for him to whisper into your ear, “ I don’t wanna see your face if I fuck you,” he twist your body so your breast are flat against the window, side of your face pressed down on it too. You take a deep breath partially because you're nervous yet excited about what is about to come. The sound of his buckle is being undone and his pants, there’s no preparation as he thrust his cock into. Yelping at the sudden force, one of his hands holds against your throat and the other tight on your waist. His thrust are fast and rough, fucking you to his own pleasure and you don’t mind. “ I’m surprise you're tight,” he thrust harder and you cry out in pleasure, “you’re not fucking anyone, right?” Your mind is blank, only focusing on the thickness of his cock stretching you out painfully good. His hand occasionally squeezes your throat, letting your life be at his hands. He slaps your ass hard, you cry at the stinging sensation. “ Answer me slut,” he spanks your ass again harder.

Shaking your head the best you could you answer. “ No. There’s nobody,” your body jolts at his thrusts. You try your best staying still, your hands holding against the window, not providing much stability. “ Fuck Seokjin, it’s too much,” you whine. Not sure what is too much. The feeling is overwhelming, you think. Never had been fucked this good. 

His hand leaving your throat slides down to your clit, “ Shut up, you can handle it,” he chuckles, slapping your clit, shooting more sparking sensation in your core. “ I can’t stand your fucking mouth. Always talking shit about me, stupid slut. I can hear what you say about me to Yoongi. The voice booth is two way,” he pinches your clit.

Your eyes widen and you mentally want to slap yourself, but who cares the amazing sex is the consequent of your big mouth. Seokjin jackhammers into you, constantly hitting the spot that makes your eyes go cross eyed. The stars are evident when he rubs your clit hard, clawing at the window trying to grab onto anything you moan his name so lewdly as you orgasm harder than the previous two, it sounds like it came for a high-budget porno. 

Your thighs tremble at the aftermath of your orgasm yet you want him to use you more. “ Are you gonna take my come like a good slut?” Seokjin asks. His hand moving from your clit to the back of your hair pulling your head back. 

“ Mmm, yes I want you to fill me up,” you moan at the thought of his come covering your walls. Three more hard thrust he unravels, grunting your name and coming deep into you, holding your body tight to his. 

There’s the feeling of his shirt sticking to your sweaty back but you ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Your body falling limply into his arms as he carries your weight. Breathing is loud from both parties, he kisses your head and rubs your arms in a soothing manner. “ I’m going to get tissues real quick, okay?” You nod, your throat feeling sore from all the screaming. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek before running outside the vocal booth to get a tissue and water. You slide your body on the floor muscles strained from the rough sex, he comes back with a concerned look.

He sits down beside you, but then puts you on his lap laying the back of your head against his chest. He gently spreads your legs, and wets the tissue then uses it to clean the mess he made. Your eyes close, not used to feeling this kind of emotion, like you want to be comforted and swaddled. “ Open your mouth for me, baby,” Seokjin presses the water lightly on your lips. Parting your lips the nice cold liquid travels down your throat, relieving a small part of pain. “ Good girl,” he whispers, one hand caressing your cheek. “ My beautiful baby did a good job today,” he kisses the side of your forehead. You hum in delight at the compliment loving the feeling. He continues praising you, hands caressing every inch of skin and kissing your cheeks.

When you finally have the energy to get dressed, the room is silent because for once you guys aren’t bantering. You look at him and he is scrolling on his phone like he didn’t just fuck you to oblivion. And it kind of hurts that he’s not looking at you despite him giving all that aftercare. Maybe it’s your after sex hormones making you emotional. “ Imma just go,” your voice is hoarse. He looks up quickly showing you his sparkly eyes, “ I can’t really work like this,” you point to your throat, there’s a slight burn as you speak. 

“ Wait, I ordered us food,” Seokjin stands up showing you the receipt order of kimchi jjigae on his phone. “ But if you want to leave, that's fine,” he rubs his neck. “ Let me at least order you a taxi,” he goes on his phone.

“ No!” You embarrassingly say loudly. His eyes widened at the sudden outburst. You blush like an idiot, “ I mean, no I would like to stay and eat kimchi jjigae with you.” Seokjin smiles and you smile back.

You and Seokjin waste no time eating the food, taking less than fifteen minutes to finish the food. “ I’m too tired to do the voice memo. I’ll just take the supporting role,” you lay your head back in defeat. 

Seokjin is cleaning the mess and he shakes his head, “ I’ll tell him that you did a good job and that we forgot to record it,” he throws the food cartons in the trash can. 

“ Yeah but those stupid comments,” you groan loudly. “ What if I do suck?” You ask yourself, thinking about @hrny4animethighs’ comment. 

“ Impossible. You are a talented voice actress, those comments are just trolls.” Seokjin sits down next to you. 

You face him, smiling at his nice comment. “ Really?” You get fuck by Seokjin once and now your head over heels for him. 

“ Yes.” Seokjin cutely rubs your head. “ But if you need any help, just imagine me fucking you,” he laughs as you groan pushing his hand away. “ You want to know I’m so good at hentai voice acting?” You nod at his question. “ Because I imagine you,” he likes the way your cheeks flush. 

He stares at your lips, “ Are you finally going to kiss me?” He doesn’t answer but kissing you softly something that you didn’t expect after the filthy sex you guys had earlier. His lips feel like soft pillows and you could feel yourself getting lost, your hands finally get to feel what his hair feels like. Soft and silky.

“ Go out with me,” he pulls a centimeter away. His breath hitting your lips.

The Kim Seokjin wants to go out with you? “ It’s only fair because you gave me some pointers,” you shrug. Seokjin chuckles and attacks you with kisses, wondering how he is falling quickly for you.

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[danteinthedevildom]

Gamer!MC post picked up again, so y'know what that means?

Gamer!MC imagines because the game doesn't give us gamer rights.

- Gamer!MC spending time with Levi, the two of them tucked up shoulder-to-shoulder in the tub, legs hooked over the lip and backs awkwardly pressed against the side, resting their controllers on their stomachs and idly chatting as they wait for a loading screen.

- Gamer!MC dashing into Levi's room at 3am, well aware he's going to be awake, ignoring his terrified scream as his door ricochets off the wall and thrusting their D.D.D. in his face because a new game's been announced and the devs are running a pre-recorded stream packed FULL of information that he does NOT want to miss out on.

- Gamer!MC playing merge games and idle games on their D.D.D., almost obsessively, which Levi initially scoffs at as "normie bullshit" until they force encourage him to download one and he ends up ridiculously hooked.

- Gamer!MC and Levi playing by "if you die, the controller switches hands" rules so they can enjoy single-player games together.

- Levi getting Gamer!MC into a ridiculously extensive, lore-packed, emotion-destroying RPG game that they have to stop playing every few hours because they keep getting invested in their party members and then accidentally picking options that piss them off.

- Gamer!MC accidentally picking an option that permanently locks out their favourite companion but they forgot to save so the only way to undo it is to replay several hours worth of gruelling gameplay and cutscenes. Levi is too emotionally devestated by the loss to point out the absolute noob move.

- Gamer!MC playing one of Levi's super hard otome games and desperately to get him to stop back-seat gaming even though they really don't want the bad ending but they're absolutely on route to get the bad ending.

- Gamer!MC introducing Levi to a Human World game and delighting in the fact that, for once, they get to be the one gushing about how amazing it is and how intense the battles are and how well written the characters are, and how there's this one scene in particular that's just going to ruin him when they get to it-

- Levi and Gamer!MC playing a FPS game together but they spend more time actively sabotaging each other than racking up kills.

- Levi yelling at Gamer!MC to just run to the fucking safe house just GO just DO IT please oh god you're the only one alive don't even look back you have to make it if you die they're FUCKED-

- Gamer!MC throwing their character off a high place to Levi's complete bafflement, only to explain that they wanted to see if there was fall damage. Also to see the model ragdoll across the floor.

- Gamer!MC somehow finding a game breaking bug and very awkwardly asking Levi how they fix it because they don't know how they got it in the first place.

- Gamer!MC phoning Levi so they can yell at him get to their room quick, it's important, and when he gets there, demon form out and somewhat panicked, they point to their computer screen where they've somehow managed to clipped through the floor and locked their character in a super goofy run cycle.

- Levi and Gamer!MC making their avatars do excited jumps whenever they find each other after getting separated in multi-player games even though they're literally sitting right next to each other.

- Levi and Gamer!MC dicking about in-game doing fast crouches and moving about in tight circles and calling it dancing.

- Gamer!MC doing that thing ALL gamers do in multiplayer when playing with a friend: making their character crouch and squat-walk up to Levi's so their character's face is at perfect dick height. Once Levi realises what it looks like he turns bright red, flings his controller away, scrambles out of the tub so fast he gets caught, ends up slamming down to the floor face-first, and just lets himself lay there in embarrassment.

- Gamer!MC and Levi revenge-killing other players whenever one of them gets taken down with such brutality they eventually stop getting targeted.

- Gamer!MC playing a puzzle game that ends up getting too confusing because some of the puzzles are Devildom-specific and having to ask Levi to give them hints because they don't want to look up the answers.

- Alternatively, Gamer!MC and Levi getting stuck on a puzzle game together and sharing a sullen look as they both realise they need to - gasp! - use a Hint Coin.

- Gamer!MC helping Levi beat a platforming puzzle that he's been stuck on for months because he finally got frustrated enough to ask for help. Bonus points if they beat it in one try and leave Levi staring after them in a mix between envy and awe.

- Gamer!MC introducing Levi to a rage-quit game and trying not to laugh whenever they ask him if he's okay because his responses are getting progressively more frustrated and there's only so many times they can hear "I'M OKAY, IT'S NOT EVEN THAT - FUCK!" before they burst a seam.

- Levi and Gamer!MC arguing over which romance option is best in any game that gives you a romantic choice, complete with "[shocked gasp] You ignorant slut you take that back-".

- Gamer!MC enacting the betrayal that is shutting the safe house door just before Levi can enter it so he has to watch as his character is ruthlessly mauled to pieces by zombies in the level-end cutscene.

- Levi sneaking Gamer!MC out of the house at night so they can go hunting for night-exclusive Spirits in Mononoke Land even though they've been explicitly banned from doing that exact thing because last time they didn't get home till morning and slept through their classes at R.A.D.

- Gamer!MC and Levi trying to decide if quickly pegging it into a restricted area so they can grab a UR Spirit is worth potentially facing Lucifer's wrath if they're caught.

- Levi and Gamer!MC dying so many times to a specific boss that they're eventually able to recite, line for line, the unskippable cutscene that starts before the boss battle.

- "If [character] was real, do you think he'd like me?"

"Of course he would! He'd think you're amazing, no matter what - that's just the kind of person he is!"

- Alternatively: "I don't want to get up today."

"[Character] would want you to try your best to face the day, because she knows you can beat it!"

"... You're right. I can't let [character] down!"

[shaalk]

Gamer

Type: Oneshot + Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Smut

Warnings: Strip tease, masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, nipple play, use of degrading names, dirty talk, creampie

Status: Completed

Summary: Everyone knows how much Baekhyun enjoys gaming. That is the only thing he does whenever he has free time. But when he decides to do just that on a rare day that both of us are free, i’ll do just about anything to get his attention.

Words: 2444

Tags: @blahblahblah-boo @kkpoptrashhh @wooya1224 @realllllrica @insta1010 @geniusloey @thegreatandi @cupreoussyzygy @maijinki @bbhbeth @iamtoksik @bobohumyonlyboo @kayannainsworth15

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I sigh in annoyance as I watch Baekhyun start a new game on his Playstation console. He has been at it for the past 5 hours, only getting up twice to go to the toilet and to get refreshments. I have been trying get his attention all morning but he hasn’t blinked my way at all.

I understand that he wants to use his rare off day from Exo’s group activities to catch up on his games but I really thought we would be able to spend some time with each other.

I know Baekhyun won’t want step out of the apartment and I am fine with that, he is well known for being a homebody after all. I just want to spend an hour cuddling with my boyfriend, which is proving to be a huge feat right now.

“Baekhyunnnnn,” I whine, my patience wearing thin.

I only receive a hum in response, his eyes not even leaving the TV for a second.

I saunter over to my boyfriend and sit down right beside him, leaving no space between us. I lay my head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and stroke his inner thigh higher and higher up, thinking and hoping I will elicit a reaction out of him. I even go as far as leaving butterfly kisses on his nape and yet, the man never gives me any attention.

It is my last straw already. I am going to have to bring out the big guns. I am going to make sure that Baekhyun’s eyes will only be on me. I am determined to make him forget about his stupid game, even if it is for just a while.

I get off the couch and tiptoe to my room. I don’t even know why I am doing that when Baekhyun hasn't even looked at me since we woke up in the morning.

First, I strip down to nothing and throw on a pink crop top that has the word ‘slut’ written across the centre. I then slip on a pair of boy shorts with the phrase ‘spank me’ across my ass. I give myself a once-over in the mirror and when I am satisfied with how I look, I drop to my knees to grab the black box from underneath my bed.

It is where I stash all my sex toys that I have no choice but to turn to when Baekhyun is away on his long tours. The said male has no idea I have them and he is in for a real treat.

I grab the pale, beige dildo and then haphazardly shove the box back under the bed. I hide the toy behind me and then skip out to join my boyfriend who has just started a new game.

I stand at the end of the couch just waiting for Baekhyun to take notice of me. I purposely clear my throat loudly. He glances at me for just a second before his eyes are glued on the TV again.

I roll my eyes in response.

Showtime!

I strut to the coffee table in front of Baekhyun and stick the dildo onto it with the help of the suction cup at the end.

My boyfriend's eyes are still unmoving. He has no idea the things I have in store for him.

“Baek-ah, isn’t it warm?”

I pull my hair into a messy bun over my head and start fanning myself with my hands.

Still no reaction.

I inwardly groan. I have no choice but to pull my top off. I pretend to wipe the sweat on my nape with it and then throw it onto the couch beside Baekhyun.

His eyes dart up to give me attention for a bit, and then he goes back to concentrating on his game.

At least he paid attention for more than a second this time.

I sway my hips and turn around to give him a view of my clothed ass, purposely arching my back so that it looks perkier (if he is even looking). I know he is when he inhales sharply.

I smirk in victory, knowing I have almost gotten Baekhyun where I want him.

I fall onto my knees so that I am facing my dildo directly. I tilt myself so that Baekhyun can perfectly see me sucking it. I discreetly glance over my shoulder to see my boyfriend’s attention shifting between the TV and I.

I smirk at Baekhyun wickedly and wrap my grip around the dildo as I would his cock. I gather my saliva and spit on the head of the dildo. I let my saliva drip down the length of it and then give it kitten licks.

I confidently stare at my boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and indulge in the way his adam’s apple bobbles in his throat.

Hook, line and sinker.

I get back up on my feet to rid myself of my underwear. I then sink back down and angle myself so that Baekhyun can get a view of my ass and me sucking the dildo.

I grin at him sweetly and then guide my attention back to the toy in front of me. I lean forward, arching my back and perking my butt up. From this angle, Baekhyun has the perfect view of my ass and my spread pussy.

I giggle under breath when I hear a throaty groan from behind me.

I place my lips around the dildo and go down on it, making sure to make slurping noises to let Baekhyun know what he is missing out on. I bob my head a few times to ensure that it is wet enough then I stand up and kneel on the coffee table facing my boyfriend.

I glide the tip of the dildo across the length of my pussy and slowly sit down on it, sighing as it fills me up. I manage to sit on it fully in one motion due to how wet I am.

Baekhyun is focusing on me a lot more at this point but his eyes still dart to the TV at intervals, obviously not wanting to lose his game.

I begin lifting myself up and sinking back down on my dildo, just like when I ride Baekhyun. I go the extra mile to play with my tits too. I first pinch my nipples to harden the nubs, then I squeeze my breasts together.

“Yes, Baek, fuck me harder!” I let out moans that sound like they came straight out of a porno.

I bite the side of my lip as I watch the tent in Baekhyun’s pants grow, already imagining him railing me.

My brows furrow and I throw my head back, feeling utterly stretched. It is my favourite dildo for a reason.

Finally, after hours of waiting, I hear the background music from the TV come to a pause. Baekhyun throws the controller on the ground and stands.

I swallow when my boyfriend pulls off his t-shirt. He has been working out a lot recently and it can clearly be seen from how sculpted the muscles on his arms and abdomen have become.

He shimmies out of his boxers as well and I involuntarily lick my lips as soon as his cock comes to view. There is already precum spilling out of the tip.

His length bounces as he comes towards me. My eyes automatically find his through my eyelashes while I continue riding my dildo.

Baekhyun pulls the rubber band holding my locks together, letting my glorious mass of hair spill. He pushes the strands of hair that have fallen over my chest behind my shoulders so that he can get a full view of my naked body.

He licks his lips as he wraps his right hand around my throat. I hiss when I feel the coolness of his rings touch my skin. Baekhyun pulls me up until the dildo is totally out of my tight snatch and then he carries me and throws me onto the couch.

I squeal with a winning smile when my back comes into contact with the cushions.

“What a show you put on for me, baby girl,” Baekhyun growls through gritted teeth before slapping the side of my thigh.

He leans down for a kiss and my hands immediately wrap themselves around his shoulders, wanting him closer to me. The tip of his dick hits my clit, making the both of us moan into the already messy kiss.

Baekhyun breaks the kiss to leave me a hickey on the side of my neck. His fingers toy with my already perky nipples, just pulling at them and rolling them between his pretty fingertips.

Once the male is satisfied with the mark he has created on my nape, he puts some distance between us so he can drag my body down the couch until I am laid flat on my back while my legs are hanging in the air.

My boyfriend spreads my legs even wider and then lets them rest on each of his shoulders. He pumps his rod to get it harder, if it is even possible, and then glides the tip against my drenched slit. I shudder and my hips jerk forward, already anticipating his grand entrance into me.

Baekhyun has a bruising grip on my waist with one hand while his other one pushes his meat into me. My mouth hangs open and my eyes shut tightly as soon as I feel his intrusion into my tight walls.

Because of the dildo, I am already stretched out quite a fair bit. But not enough for him to fully fit in me. He is longer and thicker than the toy after all.

Baekhyun grunts every time he manages to get a little more of his length into me. He is going slow to accommodate me but I don’t want that. I want him deep in me and I want him to go hard and fast. I want him to ruin me, so I clench his member to get his attention.

His eyes immediately fly open to meet mine when he feels the sudden pressure.

“Harder?”

I nod with a shy smile making Baekhyun chuckle huskily.

I have no time to prepare because Baekhyun pulls all the way out until only his tip is inside me and then he slams his hips forward, hitting my sweet spot head on.

“Oh!”

I flail for a bit and then immediately grab onto his shoulders for support as he ruts into me over and over again. I watch with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as the sweat trickles down the side of my boyfriend’s face, making him look so fucking ethereal.

I lick my lips unknowingly because of how hot Baekhyun looks when he is concentrating. He grins at me devilishly, knowing how whipped I am for him.

I purposely contract my pussy, making Baekhyun yelp. His routined thrusts become uneven since his focus is disrupted. I giggle breathlessly when the look of betrayal spreads across my his face.

As if to punish me, he suddenly pulls out, making me whine at the loss of his meat. My hole throbs in protest at the sudden emptiness.

Baekhyun pulls me up and makes me stand in front of the coffee table. He then positions me so that my ass is being served to him. My hands are flat on the table for support while the dildo is right in front of my face.

I moan with need when Baekhyun re-enters me. I make an effort to bend down further to take the dildo into my mouth.

Baekhyun realigns himself a little, probably so that he can get a peek of me taking his cock as well as the dildo at the same time, through the reflection in the TV.

He smacks my ass making me scream and jerk forward in surprise.

“Such a fucking slut!”

To prove his point, I grind my hips back into Baekhyun’s every time he thrusts into me. His balls slapping against my clit is making everything better.

Baekhyun must be really aroused by the view of me taking 2 cocks at the same time because I feel him twitch inside me, a tell-tale sign that he is going to ejaculate soon.

He grabs both my arms in one hand and pulls me so that I am upright with my back bowed painfully. His other hand slithers around my waist and finds its way to my clit.

My boyfriend hugs me even closer to him, leaving no space between us. I feel his sturdy chest and hard pecs brush against my back at every thrust.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to meet the shell of my ear. I shudder when he blows a breath of cold air onto the spot he licked.

“So sexy, my whore, so fucking sexy,” he whispers roughly into my ear.

I grip Baekhyun’s forearm, my nails piercing into his skin as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my high.

My boyfriend grunts as my pussy tightens around him, my walls pulsating because they are trying to milk all the cum out of him.

“Baek, Baek!” I scream out while his fingers rub me faster.

My stomach tightens and soon I am releasing around Baekhyun‘s length.

“I’m cumming,” I yell as my body starts convulsing from reaching my climax.

“Yes, princess, cream on this dick!”

Baekhyun lets out a string of curses as my warmth encompasses him. His fingers don’t leave my bundle of nerves alone. I start squirming in his grip as I ride out my extended orgasm, which is bordering on overstimulation.

After one last hard thrust, Baekhyun lets out a feral “fuck yes” under his breath and releases his thick load into my tight cunt.

I hum in content as I feel his warmth coat my walls. He slowly thrusts into me a few more times to ride out his orgasm and then comes to a complete stop.

Baekhyun lets go of my arms and I immediately fall forward, legs jelly from the hard fucking I have just gone through. Thankfully the male holds onto my waist to support me or I would have fallen flat on my face.

My boyfriend falls back onto the couch, tired as well. I slowly settle myself on the ground, my back against the coffee table so that I am facing Baekhyun.

His gaze travels down the length of my sweaty body to my messy opening to take in the view of our mixed cum dribbling out of my pussy.

He bites his lip and makes eye contact with me.

“Good fuck, baby girl.”

A/N: Let me know what you think. Please leave a comment! :)

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[ktheist]

finale — show me yours & i’ll show you mine

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis. 

“show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

x

“be nice," taehyung mouths across from you as he sits next to mina.

the red handprints on his cheeks becoming more apparent with each passing minute. it was half-believable to say taehyung fell face first in the snow, got stuck there for more than two minutes and voila, sported a red face upon your return to the kim’s.

but now, you’re just lucky no one’s pointing out the very obvious palm shaped mark on his pudgy cheeks as he stuffs his face with food.

“oh, mina, do you have any plans tomorrow? you could stay over and spend christmas morning with us," mrs kim asks as she passes the bowl of the roasted potatoes seokjin’s been boasting about.

“o-oh,” the brunette stammers, holding the fork with both hands as if citing a prayer of hope, “no, i couldn’t intrude on you any longer.”

“no such thing, we’re all family here.” mrs kim waves a dismissive hand and even that brief gesture feels warm, “___’s mother and i have known your mother since we were kids and i watch you two grow up with my boys - you’re basically  daughters i never had,” she shoots you a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

not seeing the remark coming, you end up almost choking on the mushroom soup you’re just in the middle of enjoying.

“i can’t say i’d love to have tae as a sibling but here we are,” you jest, half-heartedly while laughter erupts from everyone at the table.

if there’s a god, please don’t let mrs kim find out i fucked her oldest son.

“i heard yuukal co is interested in your flower arrangements and wanna buy exclusive rights to have you deliver them to the company whenever they have an event lined up?” namjoon chirps up, dimples digging into his cheek as he digs into his 

“the secretary of yuukal co was an acquaintance of mine in college, that’s probably why.” the brunette says shyly, pushing her hair to the back of her ear.

“so, you’re not planning on going back to college?” 

but it’s your voice that makes her blink once and stare at you like you’re some tricky math question.

“what- oh,” she shakes her head, as if shaking away the trance that delayed her response, “i don’t know, my major has nothing to do with what i want to do so i’m thinking of taking another year off.”

you nod casually. understandingly. “i’m sure the college has plenty of spots for people who actually wants to be there, i guess.”

it’s not a new low. but it’s a kind of low you never usually stoop to.

no one seems to notice though, as mina laughs. obviously uncomfortable by your remark, “haha yeah.”

“taehyung got offered a job at the company he interned in last year,” with a smack on the aforementioned boy’s back, seokjin proudly announces.

and just like that, taehyung takes the spotlight to himself.

“oh my god, that’s wonderful news. kim taehyung, when were you going to tell us?” mrs. kim is the first to say something, eyes brimming with anticipation as she looks at him, waiting for him to tell everyone at the table more about it.

but the fact of the matter is, kim taehyung is torn between working a nine-to-five, subsequently making his parents proud or going professional as a full time gamer.

he breathes out an ‘uh...’ before his lips curl into a forced smile.

“surprise?”

x

some time after dinner, you end up drinking and playing card games. mrs kim already went to bed and it's a hour past midnight and all four of your find yourselves in your house to not disturb the kim couples.

the grinch is playing in the background because you, taehyung and mina won against namjoon and seokjin who wanted to watch frozen.

“frozen is so unchristmasy,” taehyung complained.

though, at one point, you did backtrack a little - only a teensy bit - and sided with seokjin who looked like he just won a lottery when you casually say, “i mean frozen’s got that wintry feeling and christmas is in-”

“oh girl, not you choosing a man over your best friend,” taehyung started tickling your sides as giggles erupted from your lips while trying to beg for forgiveness.

 “okay! okay! i’m grinch team all the way!”

“is that allowed? yah! you can’t say that after converting to team frozen!” seokjin’s rebuttal sounded every bit casual.

in retrospect, him joining taehyung’s ticklish assault would have felt out of character had you not fucked behind taehyung’s back nor kissed like you were star crossed lovers just hours ago.

“two against one! not fair! seokjin- ah- hahahaha!” 

one good thing came out of it though: you ended up sitting next to seokjin. it made you a little too conscious of him - of his cologne, of his thigh that brushes against yours with every movement you make and pretend like it’s nothing and of the ghost of a touch of his pinky finger that lingers on your knee when he seemingly places a hand on his own knee. 

still, it’s the closest you could ever be in public and it’s enough to tell mina to back off.

she doesn’t seem to notice but her compliments are equally distributed to everyone in the room. she seems to be the giggly drunk. giggling at every single thing everyone say.

somewhere deep in your heart, you feel the guilt gnawing because of your uncalled for hostility.

“i better get home,” she starts to stand at 3:07 am and you wave a dismissive hand, “no, it’s so late. stay over. please. you promised to make me your special hot chocolate in the morning.”

she objects at first like she turned down mrs kim’s invitation to spend christmas morning at the kim’s. and that’s how you know your views have been blinded with jealousy to see mina for who she is - a cute, lovable girl who’d be the heroine of every romance novel there is.

“oh thank you, thank you!” her arms flail around before they wrap around you in a drunken hug.

you laugh, hugging back.

x

the memories of how you huddled together like children and fell asleep in the living room, is hazy but when you wake up - the time on your screen displaying a 6 something am - you find a blanket draped over your body.

the light from the kitchen pours over the living room but not enough to wake the slumbering bodies there.

seokjin shoots you a smile when he sees you ambling over to the dining table with hair pointing in every direction, eyes squinting trying to block out the light while holding the blanket around your shoulders.

“you’re working? jinnie, it’s christmas,” you whine, head resting on his shoulder, feeling your heartbeat skip at the small contact.

he chuckles, bumping his cheek against your head before you hear the sound the keyboard again.

you stay like that, blanket curled around your body, seokjin typing away at his laptop.

that is, until his velvet voice cuts through the silence.

“so... i reckon that red handprint on tae’s cheek isn’t because he fell face first in snow.”

“it was because i slapped him in the face,” you wave your injured hand that’s now wrapped with a panda printed band aid instead of the duck ones seokjin used in the beginning.

he takes your hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the injury and kisses the top of your hand, “why would you do that?”

your cheeks warm at the gesture but you clear your throat, trying to play it cool, “because he told me we looked good together after all that shit he put us through.”

silence lulls in once again.

it feels like the longest you’ve ever gone with your heart palpitating inside your chest and unspoken words hovering over you but not quite reaching the who they’re supposed to reach.

“do we?” seokjin muses.

“do we... what?” you ask despite having an inkling of what he means.

“look good.” he turns to you, one arm on the table, thumb brushing against your pinky finger.

“i don’t know- we never even took selfies together.” you shrug.

“i think our selfies would look cute,” he pauses, naturally pouty lips curling into a smile, “so cute that the guys in your dm’s would be devastated to know that you’re dating me.”

“i can’t... do this,” the words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall like it’s bound to pour out of your heart through your mouth at some point, “because taehyung was... right. i don’t have a love language - even if i did, it’d be being jealous of every girl that talks to you. lashing out at those girls even though it’s completely understandable why they’d have heart eyes when they talk to you because you’re just that amazing... and... and... you like me? why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like someone personally plucked stars from the sky and trap them in those dark brown irises.

no- actually, he’s looking at you like you’re the star and he’s the moon that shines silver white rays just to have you notice him.

“who’s to say i don’t get jealous?” he cups your face, brows furrowing like you’re a math question without a solution and he’s going mad trying to figure you out, “i get so jealous at the thought of guys sliding into your dm’s, let alone make a pass on you but then i thought ‘if she’s not looking at me then i just have to try harder to make her notice me’ and i might or might not’ve reciprocated mina’s passes to make you jealous...”

you feel the corners of your lips tugging into a smile as you smack his chest lightly, “ass.”

that earns a chuckle from the man before he goes on, “but i’m not even sure what my love language is either, last i used it, i ended up getting dumped because apparently i’m too boring.”

“you’re not boring...” red flashes in your vision as you spit out the word, offended, “your dad jokes are bad but that’s what makes them so lovable. you’re so tall but you’re a literal walking teddy bear. you have biggest, kindest heart... and you’re so hung.”

something devious and prideful flashes across his eyes for the briefest moment before he asks ever so softly, “yeah?”

“yes.” you take his hands and grip them tightly, wishing the touch would convey your feelings.

“isn’t that kind of your love language?” his thumb feels callous against your skin as he rubs circles on the back of your hand. but that’s what makes this feels real - an affirmation that you’re not dreaming, “so... show me more... show yours and i’ll show you mine.”

you’d want to say you share a deep, passionate kiss to seal your promise for each other. but when you open your eyes - not knowing when you closed it - you’re staring at the white ceiling with neon starry stickers tacked up on it. 

and seokjin?

he’s nowhere to be found.

the morning air sends shivers down your spine as you pull your blanket over your head, trying to tune out taehyung’s voice.

but the universe seems set on kicking your sleepy ass of your bed when the door swings open with a bang! 

“get up! get up! it’s christmas!” the tall boy literally screams in your ears before hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and setting you down on the toilet in the bathroom with a “you better wash your face by the time i come back!”

you do as told.

eventually.

since the presents are all set under the christmas tree at the kim’s and you’re not looking to upload a christmas morning story in mismatched pj’s, you change into a cute totoro onesie.

mr and mrs kim got mina - she thanked you for letting her stay over last night even though you woke up to an empty house, she even has different clothes on than last night - new kits for the florist.

taehyung almost hugged you to death when he unwrapped his new ps5 that he’s been dying for.

namjoon got a new pair of gucci loafers from taehyung and booked an interrogation slot with their mother because-

“kim taehyung, where did you get all this money?”

you suspect he’s going to reveal his gaming channel to her where he got sponsors from to buy namjoon those loafers.

and seokjin gifted you with a heartshaped necklace as well as a new pc set for taehyung and a signed book of namjoon’s favorite writer that he’d been talking about for ages as well as an all expense paid trip for his parents to thailand.

“thanks for the necklace,” you lightly bump seokjin’s elbow as you come to stand next to him at the sink. he’s washing the mug he used for hot coffee.

he steals a glance at his family and mina in the living room. they’re laughing over taehyung having his head down, sitting on his calves like he’s asking for the forgiveness of a lifetime after confessing that he didn’t want to work a nine-to-five and wanted to go pro.

then his eyes find yours again. the glint in them makes your heart stop before he leans down, lips brushing yours ever so gently yet very seokjin-like.

you think your heart just burst as you freeze in your spot, staring up at the man with slightly parted lips and warm cheeks like a high school girl whose crush very obviously hinted he likes her back.

he raises a quizzical brow at your reaction before realization settles on his face and his lips curve into a smirk, “what? did you think last night was all a dream?”

x

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[lovelysugawara]

Kenma; a promise of marriage

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x reader

-this is the time of the year, that Kenma actually prepared everything just to meet you.

-this is a special day for the both of you. even cancelling his schedule for the whole day.

-you’ve been the most special girl to kenma, and you know it very well. Coz you feel the same, he’s the only one for you.

-

-”Hey, y/n. Let’s play, if I beat you on this game, you’ll marry me!” Kenma suddenly blurted out, one afternoon way back in your high school days.

-You are clearly shocked hearing it, “What? Kenma!!! Are you insane?”

-he chuckled, like it was the very pretty sound you’ll hear forever, he wrapped both his hands on your waist and put his face on the crook of your neck. “I’m serious y/n.”

-you smile gently, “I know, but you know it’s actually a marriage proposal right?”

-kenma looks at you, “no, it still not, unless I beat you. Right?” then you laugh like he said something so funny. “This is why dating a gamer is such an ass.”

-kenma places his index finger on your lips, “mind your language, pudding. These lips will only say pretty things, and will only say that you love me. Okay?”

-you sighed and nodded. “Will you marry me after we graduate?” he once again asked you.

-"ofcourse, I'll marry you kozume kenma." He then smiles widely and is very affectionate. "But first, beat me on the game okay?" You once again tease him, earning you a kiss from him.

-one afternoon, “y/n, i can’t sleep.” kenma’s standing on your bedroom door, and it’s obvious that he wanted to rest but still can’t get the sleep he wanted.

-you smile at him and open your arms for him to sleep on your lap while you’re on the couch, “i told you not stay up too late for days, right? Now, don’t go streaming tonight. You’ll rest for 2 days, ‘kay?” you started to caress his head. He nods.

-kenma looks up to you, “can i sleep here? I can only sleep well when you’re around. He said then closes his eyes.

-”of course you can, sleep to your heart's content baby,” she giggled.

-”hmm, ‘love you.” kenma is already drifting to sleep but manages to say those words.

-”love you too.” you kiss his head and continue caressing it.

-

-another intense headache, wakes kenma in the morning. He can't sleep well and only takes a nap. He can't afford to go back to sleep, knowing today is the day.

-after opening his computer, he went straight to the fridge and drank some water. He suddenly stops and looks at the photo magnet on his fridge. You and him, holding a giant trophy, after he won an international online game competition, a photo of you smiling so brightly while on the beach, and you sleeping on his lap. He can’t help but smile.

-his phone won’t stop vibrating, seeing the caller id, he lazily answered it. “What is it, Kuroo?”

-”hey, don’t you think you should hang out with us today? It’s been years since you last joined us. Maybe it’s time, kenma? Plus, you have to finish the final boss on this game here.” kuroo’s meek tone makes kenma sighed.

-”nah, maybe some other day. I’ll finish the final boss tomorrow. Just let me be today,”

-”...kenma,” kuroo didn’t continue what he’s saying.

-”kuroo she’s waiting for me, and you know I won’t let her wait for long.” kenma said while typing his username on his minecraft account.

-”oh well, don’t make her wait then. We’re always here for you, just come here.” kuroo reminded kenma.

-”i know, bye now.” kenma didn’t wait for his response but dropped the call.

-

-kenma sits down on his gaming chair, and blankly looking at his monitor.

-his minecraft character, walking on a certain island. His character continued walking until it reached a little white house.

-he opened the door, and inside, is a white tombstone, with your name on it.

-while smiling, kenma says, “it’s been a while, y/n. 3 years isn't it? We’re supposed to be husband and wife by now. We’re supposed to take care of each other and grow old together. but you're not here anymore. I can only hope that you’re fine wherever you are. don’t worry about me, I’m getting by. I tried sleeping on time, but you see, I can never sleep well now. I’m eating real foods just like you told me, but I only want the foods you always made for me. I’m still winning every game, every competition, but you’re not here to celebrate it together with me. I miss you so very much, y/n.”

-tears started to fall in kenma’s eyes.

-

-He lost you at a plane crash. And not finding even your body was kenma’s last straw to his sanity. He didn’t cry nor look at your graveyard, knowing it’s just an empty casket without any trace of you. You’re not there, nor not with him.

-That’s why he made you a graveyard in one of your favorite games, at least some part of your soul might find its way back to him. Even for a bit.

-still, your death is a great scar for kenma. Moving on is not an option, he doesn’t want to do that.

-So he will wait, until the day you can be reunited with him once again.

A/N: Hey guys, how's everyone doing? i would like to share with you the reference/inspiration of this AU fanfiction/imagine. few days ago, i saw this heartbreaking photo from @i-vonsnyeeoj fb timeline. and i guess kenma somehow fits perfectly (in a way).

and to the guy who owns this photo, I do hope you're doing fine even for a bit.

:'(

[tillthelandslide]

Quarantine Antics: Henry Cavill Smut

Authours note: This is the first piece of smut I have done in years so I really do hope you all like it... Please me nice XD I have only ever written one piece of smut before so I’m pretty new to this. If you have any feedback please don’t be afraid to comment or message me (but again please be nice XD). Also sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes, despite reading this over like 10 times I tend to miss them somehow XD Enjoy - L

You were over the moon when Henry had asked you to live with him during quarantine. You had always loved his mews house in London, loving how the old stables had been converted into house, it began to feel like home to you the more you were there with Henry so were overjoyed when he asked you to stay with him.

"We don't know how long we'd go without seeing each other and I can't live that long without you" he said all those months ago, you remember being so happy that you basically jumped on him, begging him to take you to his room, soon to be your shaded room.

Now it was months later and living together was perfect, sure you had a few arguments and tiffs but it made for interesting sessions in the bedroom.

Henry spent some days just relaxing with you, some days on calls for the Witcher season 2 and some days playing PC. You were a huge gamer too so often played alongside him, chatting amongst yourselves about the games you were playing, both chuckling at each other when one got a bit too invested. You too were an actor so you mainly spent time reading over scripts for upcoming shows, doing calls with your manager, directors and many more people. You both loved what you did but quarantine certainly did give you both (particularly Henry) a well-earned rest. It also meant that your relationship which was fairly new could blossom a bit more.

You had just woken up, your head throbbing a tad making you groan lowly. You placed a kiss against Henry's forehead, smiling when his lips turned up a bit. You slipped out from the duvet, Henry's hand falling from your waist. You took Henry's shirt from off the floor, slipping it over your head, loving the way it drowned you. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet tapping lightly against the cold tiles. Kal jumped up at you making you giggle slightly, petting his head you placed more food and water in his bowls. You began to make coffee and tidy the kitchen from yesterday's dinner. Henry walked in as you were taking some paracetamol for your headache. He groaned lowly upon seeing you in his shirt, walking behind you and placing his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

"Morning gorgeous. I still can't get used to seeing you in my shirt every morning, love it more everyday" he says as you turn around and placed a gentle good morning kiss against his lips.

"What do you want to do today Hen?" you said running your hand through his untamed curls.

"Was thinking we could have a little gaming session?" he said making you smile.

"I have quite a bad headache today so I think I'll pass on that" you said, turning round to make two cups of black coffee.

"Aw lovie, I'm sorry, that sucks. We can always find something else to past the time?" he says, grabbing his coffee and making his way to the couch where Kal had taken most of the space up.

"Kal. Mummy and Daddy need to sit" Henry says making your stomach flutter. Kal instantly moved, panting up at his dad.

"Good boy" you said, placing your coffee on the table and sitting next to Henry, he swivelled you round so your legs were resting in his lap and your bottom was close to his thighs.

"wouldn't want to stop you from gaming if that's what you want to do baby. I can take Kal out for a..." you say raising your eyebrows so Henry knows without getting Kal too riled up.

"You sure?" he says raising his eyebrows back at you.

"Positive, the fresh air might do me good" you said making Henry nod in agreement. He leant forward placing a soft kiss to your lips, you instantly melted against him, his tongue slipping past your lips slowly, you gently sucked on the tip of it making Henry sigh against you before moving his lips to a different position against yours, massaging each other perfectly. Kal jumped up out of jealousy making you giggle as Henry groaned.

"Who knew you could be such a cock block aye?" Henry said rubbing the big dog behind his ears.

"Aww is Daddy being mean to you? Just want to go out huh?" you said making Henry smile at you.

A little while later you had returned from walking Kal, placing a bowl of water on the floor of the kitchen and some food down before hanging your jacket up and walking to the small living room. You found him on his PC at the end of living room, a headset sitting on top of his head, flattening his hair a little.

"Hi gorgeous" he said, pausing the game and placing a hand against your thigh as you came to stand next to him, he leant up a little as you bent down to place a kiss against his lips.

"Kal is all tired out now" you said making Henry smile.

"How's the headache?" he said pouting up at you cutely.

"Better" you said placing another kiss against his lips, scratching his stubble lightly, making him groan. He pushed his chair back slightly before pulling you down into his lap.

You straddled him against his chair, his thick jean clad thighs resting against your core. He nibbled your bottom lip before suckling it into his mouth, running his tongue over it shortly after. You could feel him getting harder against you, making you sigh against his mouth as you brought your hips down further against his, bringing your core closer to him.

"Hmm" he groaned as you began grinding against him.

"Think I've been playing long enough" he said, picking you up effortlessly and walking the both of you to your bedroom.

He threw you down onto the bed, your head landing perfectly amongst the pillows as you giggled, grasping the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips found yours again, placing more kisses against each other, moving to a better position when it felt right. You placed your hands on his firm shoulders, running them over his chiselled chest, down over his abs before landing on the button of his jeans. His own hands interrupted yours as he too took your shirt off, sighing happily when he saw a new piece of lingerie in which he didn’t recognise.

“Hmm, this is nice, new?” he said, placing his lips against yours, nibbling your lower lip before pulling back to allow you to answer.

“Mhmm, got it for you” you said, leaning forward to place kisses against his chest “well I like it he moaned deeply and you felt him get lighter, allowing you to successfully flip the both of you over so you were now straddling him. You popped the button of his jeans open and placed open mouthed kisses along his chest, sucking at his collar bone making him thrust up at you lightly, grunting as he did so.

“So strong for such a little thing” he said, his own lips finding your neck and sucking until a love bite formed. One of his big hands landed on your back, skilfully undoing your bra whilst the other found its way into your jeans making you push down on him.

“You’re so wet” he said, pulling your bra off and groaning before placing sweet kisses against your breasts.

“Hmm you’re so perfect my love” he said, sucking a nipple into his mouth making you moan blissfully. Your fingers reached under his chin, softly pulling his face towards yours so you could kiss him. Your tongue entered his mouth but his quickly took over and he gained dominance as you ground down on him.

“Need you” you said simply, making him groan loudly and flip you over again, his hands quickly pulling down both of your jeans, taking yours and your underwear fully off but being impatient with his own pulling them and his boxers down until they were barely over his bum. He thrust into you roughly making you gasp against him. He pulled all the way out before thrusting into you again, groaning loudly as he did so.

His eyes met yours as he kept up the rhythm, your fingers came to gasp at his face, wanting him closer to you. You loved it like this, the both of you looking into each other eyes whilst you fucked like animals, it made it rawer and more passionate.

His hips angled upward reaching further into you making you cry out in pleasure.

“My angel, you feel so good. Pulsing against me” he said “fuck” he said, head tilting backwards, you looked down to where you were joined, moaning at the sight making Henry look down too.

“Taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me” he said, as he made a particularly hard thrust.

“Henry. You’re so big, I feel so full” you moaned as he hit your g spot making you scratch down his back.

“That the spot?” he said, his forehead resting against yours as you nodded. He pulled out making you groan. His hands came down on your knee, bending it so your legs were over his shoulders before thrusting back into you, you could hear how wet you were, your juices mixing with his making you groan.

“Better?” he said, reaching your g spot with every thrust now thanks to the new position.

“Hen. That’s it” you said, kissing him as you could feel the both of you getting close.

“So Close. Fuck. I. Love you” he said with every thrust. His pupils were blown wide, taking up most of his eyes, his hair was a mess with how much you were running your hands through it, he was glistening with sweat. He looked absolutely ethereal.

“I love you. Come for me” you moaned out, one last thrust and you both came together, you moaned loudly, Henry catching it with his lips, his hips stuttering against yours. You could feel your core pulsing against him rinsing him for all his worth.

“Hmm you’re too good to me” he said pulling out as he placed another kiss to your lips, his tongue meeting yours for a passionate kiss. He got up out of bed, kicking off his jeans and underwear, walking into the bathroom to get a flannel to clean you both up.

You heard Kal bark lightly making you laugh loudly when you heard Henry say “Not now boy, Daddy’s tired, Mummy’s just given me a run for my money and I would love to just go ravish her again without any interruption on your behalf”.

Henry came back wet flannel in hand, pausing at the door, he sighed deeply, smiling at you “you are so beautiful, the things I could do to you” he said, his thumb coming up to pull at his lips, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing you this blissed out.

“Well? Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to… how did you put it? Ravish me?” you said, making him drop the flannel and crawl onto the bed, his body covering yours once more.

You flipped him easily, straddling him again. Your hand grasped and his thick length which was still hard getting harder and heavier in your hand. He leant forward to kiss you as he groaned, you pulled back making his lips graze yours. You smirked teasingly, your hand wrapping around his shaft, moving it up and down making him moan out in pleasure.

“Baby please” he begged. You then began stroking up and down at a pace that seemed to work for him. His hand came up to your jaw, pulling your lips to his, tongue stroking yours and your hand continued on his cock.

“Need you” he said, you took his cock, placing it at your entrance before slowly sinking down, sighing out when you had taken all of him. You began bouncing on him quickly, already close to your second orgasm of the day.

Henry’s fingers began rubbing your clit, making you moan deliciously at him.

“those sounds” he says, his voice dropping a register or two sounding very similar to Geralt.

“Hmm. Fuck” you mocked, using Geralt’s lines against Henry, he chuckled against you.

“You shouldn’t tease me Miss” he says, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Hmm? Why’s that sir?” you said, making him groan before he quickly began thrusting up into you making you scream his name in pleasure.

“That’s it. Let everyone hear” he said, moaning your own name. He came shortly after, his come shooting up into you making your own orgasm arrive.

You collapsed against him, both breathing deeply against each other.

“The love I have for you woman” he said, placing one last firm kiss against your lips.

“Hmm. I love you too bear” you sighed, climbing off him getting up to get the wet flannel and cleaning the both of you up before lying next to him. Your head on his chest and one leg draped over his, his hand on your back which began to trace random things against it. Both of your eyes were shut, completely blissed out, completely in love with one another.

[skyeet-the-writer]

Can you write a corpse x reader when she finds out she's pregnant and she's playing among us and she imposter with corpse and she kill someone and someone sees and reports it right away she get all nauseous and let's it slip to everyone while she go to throw up and corpse doesn't know what to do but he's excited to be a dad. You can change it up and add thing if you want, I was writing everything down, sorry if this is weird.

And If You Wanna Stay … Please Stay

yes finally a pregnant request! also, i’m gonna be waiting to get the triggered pro-life people in my asks and DMs about how ‘iT’s A LiViNg BeInG”. like what’s the baby gonna do? tell it’s mom??

corpse x female!reader 

summary: when the reader gets morning sickness during an Among Us game, Corpse and her expect the worst. And they get it. 

word count: ~4.8k 

warnings: swearing, vomiting, mentions of abortions, mentions of being pregnant, a little bit of suggestive content near the end but nothing happens

He’s finally asleep, you think to yourself as you watch your boyfriend’s chest rise and fall. He needed it.

Recently, Corpse has had trouble sleeping for more than three hours. You two had tried everything you could think of. You had tried staying up late to get him tired, you tried subliminals and music to get him to sleep. You even tried to give him a massage one time, but that led to other things.

You look over at the drawn curtains and pull them back a little. There, on the window, you have tin foil covering them. It’s a trick you learned from your dad when you were younger. When he worked night shifts, he had to sleep during the day, and he had trouble sleeping since your parent’s room had thin curtains. And so your father taped tin foil to all of the windows in their room so that he could sleep.

You’re not exactly sure why this seemed to work for Corpse, but you’re certainly not complaining. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping. He doesn’t look stressed, he doesn’t look sad. He looks so calm.

You lean forward and peck his nose. His breathing stutters and his nose wrinkles. You giggle and slowly, he opens his eyes. He blinks a few times and his brown eyes look around the room before settling on your face. He grins and your smile widens.

“That’s a pretty face to wake up to,” he mumbles and his morning voice makes you blush. “Oh my god, you’re already blushing.”

You blush even harder and bury your face in his neck. He laughs and hugs you around your waist. “Don’t make fun of me, asshole.”

He kisses your hair. “Morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” you mumble into his skin. You pull away so that you’re only a few inches apart. He leans forward and nuzzles your nose against his. Instead of kissing in the morning--you can’t handle his morning breath--you nuzzle your noses together.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask after you two pull away.

He smiles. “Really good, actually.” He chuckles and looks up at the window. “I guess the foil worked.”

You laugh and sit up. You’ve been awake for a little while and your stomach growls. “You hungry, babe?”

He nods and sits up as well, running a hand through his hair and shaking it out. “Can we have pancakes?”

“You can eat those, right?” you ask. You stand up out of bed and walk to the kitchen, your boyfriend trailing behind you.

“Yeah,” you hear him say. “Even if I couldn’t, I’d still want to eat them because you make really good pancakes.”

You smile. “Really? Thanks, babe.” 

You get out the ingredients to make the pancakes when Corpse announces that he’s going to take a shower. You give him a kiss on his cheek and notice it’s a little scratchy. You grab his chin suddenly and he blinks at you as you run a thumb against his cheekbone. 

“Want me to shave?” he asks softly.

You shrug. “If you want.”

He grabs your hand and presses his lips against your finger. He gives you a sweet little smile. “I’ll shave.” He squeezes your hand before walking back to your room.

After mixing all of the ingredients, you drop a few droplets onto the buttered up griddle. When it sizzles, you pour two medium-sized pancakes before going to search for the spatula. 

When you find it in the dishwasher, you flip both of the pancakes and grin. They’re both perfect. You notice it’s quiet in the kitchen and call out, “Alexa.” You hear her go off in the living room. “Play some fall lofi.”

“Playing ‘Midnight Lofi - Fall Vibes’.

”You smile when it starts to come from the living room. It’s a little quiet, so you say, “Turn it up.”

The music starts to play a little louder and you smile more. It’s so aesthetically pleasing, lofi music. It’s probably one of your favorite music genres. Before you moved in with Corpse, you had to listen to something and you eventually began to fall asleep to lofi. But now that you’ve been living with him for almost a year, you don’t listen to it as much. Usually when you’re cleaning the house or playing music when you study for school. 

You cook a few more pancakes and when you’re putting them on a plate, you have an idea. Corpse can’t eat chocolate because of his health, but you can. And you usually have a secret stash of chocolate in the back of the pantry. You’ve been craving chocolate a lot for the past week which is weird because your monthly hasn’t started yet even though it should have a few days ago. But you don’t dwell on that thought and pull up a chair from the small island and stand on top of it to reach the very back of the pantry. Your fingers skim the edge of the chocolate chip bag and you grab it between your middle and index finger. You grin at it and go to hop off of the chair when suddenly--

“What are you doing?”

You yell and you almost slip off the chair. Luckily, you land on your feet and wobble. You look up at your boyfriend when you regain your balance. He’s smirking and looking between you and the bag in your hand. 

“Chocolate,” you tell him, making your way back to the griddle like nothing happened. “You know, just because you can’t eat it doesn’t mean I have to suffer with you.”

He laughs and leans on the counter next to you. “I know you have a stash, y/n.”

You look at him with wide eyes, stopping in your tracks. “You do?”

He nods. “Yep. I knew since the first month you moved in. You’re bad at hiding it, you know.”

You blink at him before shrugging, walking over to the griddle. “Well, you’re not allowed to have any.” You stick your tongue out at him and sprinkle the mini chocolate chips into the remaining batter. There are enough pancakes for Corpse, so you’ll just cook up the rest for yourself.

Usually, you and Corpse don’t wake up until after breakfast time since you have a habit of sleeping in. But when you can wake up early enough for breakfast, you both like to sit out at the small balcony and eat together.

“What are we doing today?” you ask Corpse, sitting across from him at the small metal table.

There’s a breeze and it ruffles his hair. “I was gonna stream Among Us later. You can play, too. My fans love you.” He smiles and looks down at his plate.

“As they should.” You flip your hair and the two of you laugh. “Yeah, I can play for a little while. I’ve got classes to do and a paper due tomorrow, though.” While Corpse is a Youtuber and a streamer, you’re a college student taking classes at San Diego State University, trying to get your major in anthropology and a minor in Spanish and engineering. “God, I have a test at the end of the week, babe. I’m gonna fail it,” you mutter, putting your face in your hands. 

“What’s it in?”

“Spanish,” you tell him, pushing a blueberry with your fork. 

He gives you a stare. “Babe, I’m literally half Mexican.” He laughs.

You throw the blueberry at his head and it bounces off onto the floor. “Shut up, stop making fun of me!”

He grins. “I can tell you the answers as you take the test. It’s online, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, I chose all online classes this year. I mean, you could. But that’s cheating.” You flip a piece of your pancake over. “And I don’t wanna cheat. I cheated all the way through high school. I want college to be different.”

Corpse grabs your hand and you look up at him. He’s smiling at you. “You’re smart, baby. You’re gonna do fine. You’re gonna get your degrees and you’re gonna be the best... what are you studying again?”

“Anthropology,” you tell him quietly.

“You’re gonna be the best anthropologist ever.”

You crack a small smile. “Do you even know what an anthropologist is?”

“No.”

You laugh and that gets him to smile. You lean across the table and press a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s a little sticky and sweet because of the syrup, but you’re not complaining.

Later that morning, after taking a shower while Corpse cleans breakfast up, Corpse says that he’s going to stream and you come and join him. There’s a monitor across from his that you use from time to time and a headset as well.

Your boyfriend sends you the code for the Discord and the Among Us game. Corpse looks at you from across the desks and you smile. He grins back and your stomach churns. You blink and wince at the feeling. You’ve been feeling nauseated for a few days now and you don’t want to get sick during a stream.

“Hi Corpse,” someone says as you load into the waiting room. You look back at the screen as someone gasps. “y/n! Best friend!”

It’s Sean and you laugh. “Hi, Sean.”

“y/n!” exclaims someone else and you realize that it’s Lily.

“I thought I was your best friend, Jack!” says Sykkuno and he sounds hurt.

You smile and move your character to the customization. You choose yellow and choose the leaf hat. Since your gamer tag is “lemon” you always try and be a lemon.

“Aw, y/n’s a lemon,” says Dave.

You laugh and run circles around him. “Hi, Dave.”

You hear him laugh and Corpse chuckles in front of you. You look at him and be flashes you a smile.

The round starts and the red “IMPOSTER” text lights up your screen. You’re paired up with Felix. You haven’t been the imposter with Felix too often, so you don’t know what to expect. You mute your headset and head down to storage to fake wires before going to fake another task.

 You’re standing in the electrical room pretending to download data when Sykkuno walks in. You pull up the sabotage map and close the door before killing him and venting. You come out in the medbay and head over to the cafeteria.

 When a body is reported, it’s Lily’s. You unmute yourself and bite your thumbnail as your stomach churns even more. You’re starting to get worried that you’re going to get sick.

 “I found Lily in admin,” says Sean. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“Sykkuno is dead, too,” Julien points out.

 “Oh shit,” you mutter and hold a hand over your mouth. You try to keep the bile from rising while everyone talks and you don’t bother to listen. You do hear someone say that they’re going to skip voting and you do the same.

When no one is ejected, you mute your mic once again and go to follow Corpse down to the shields. You stand beside him while he does his task. Sorry, babe, you think and kill him just as your kill cooldown reaches zero.

 You smirk and run away in the opposite direction and you can feel him staring at you. You glance up at him and your smile widens. “What?”

He just shakes his head and you laugh.

You meet up with Dave and follow him around and fake wires with him. At one point, you and he cross paths with Felix and Toast. You may not know Felix too well, but any good imposter knows to go for a double kill. So as you run by each other in the cafeteria, you close the door and both you and Felix kill who you were with before venting away. 

By the time you’re out of the vent and running away from admin, Dave’s body is reported. Your stomach feels awful now and you’re almost certain you’re going to throw up in the next thirty seconds.

 “Fuck.” You unmute your mic. “It was me, I killed Dave. I’m the imposter. I’ll be right back.” You practically throw your headset off and run for the bathroom.

 ~

Corpse watches you practically run out of the room. For a second, he’s not sure what to do. Should he go after you? But he’s in the middle of streaming.

“y/n?” Sean asks. “Corpse, where’d she go?”

“Is she okay?” Julien wonders.

He nods even though no one can see him. “Y—yeah. I’m gonna go check on her. I’ll be right back.” He mutes his mic and takes his headphones off before leaving the room to go check on you.

He finds you on the tiled bathroom floor vomiting into the toilet. He curses and kneels behind you, pulling your hair back.

When you finish, he says, “This is the third time this week you’ve gotten sick, baby.”

You groan and lean your head on your arm. “I know. I don’t know why. Well, I—“ You cut yourself off and go still as if you suddenly had a realization.

Corpse tilts his head. “What is it?”

It takes you a few long moments to respond. “…My period is late. And I’m getting morning sickness. Plus I’ve been moody.” You turn back to look at him and he can tell you’re about to cry. “Corpse.”

You don’t need to say anything else. He’s already standing up, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach and his shaking hands. “I’ll go get you some tests.”

You grab his hand. “Corpse, no! I’ll go.”

He shakes his head and gets on his knees in front of you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be okay, don’t worry about me.”

Your lip quivers. “You don’t have to do this. I know how much you don’t like going outside. Really, it’s not a big deal, I can go get some.”

But then he kisses your forehead. “y/n, it’s okay. You need to rest. I won’t be out for very long.” He stands up after squeezing your hands. “I’ll be back in, like, twenty minutes.”

Before you can do anything to stop him, he turns around and goes to grab his mask and his wallet before grabbing your car keys. He doesn’t like to drive, but you’re worried and driving is quicker. And right now you’re the most important thing for him to be thinking about.

~

When Corpse leaves, you sigh and stay sitting on the floor for a few more minutes while your stomach settles itself. Afterward, you get up and brush your teeth after flushing the toilet. Deciding to get some school work done, you grab your laptop and head to the living room.

When you pass by his recording room, however, you see his monitor still on. You curse and head inside. He’s still streaming. You sit down and put his headset on and unmute his mic. “Hey, guys.”

You glance at the exploding chat as Sean asks, “y/n? Where’s Corpse? Are you okay?”

I’m probably pregnant. “Uh, I’m kind of sick, so Corpse went out to get me some, uh, stuff. Sorry, but we gotta go. Uh, it was fun streaming.”

“Okay,” says Sykkuno. “I hope you feel better, y/n.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. “Bye, guys.” You leave the chat and close the game before looking at Corpse’s stream chat. “Sorry about this, guys. I had fun streaming, though, I’m sure Corse did too. Have a good day.” You smile even though they can’t see you before ending the stream. You go over to your monitor and leave the game and chat in your own game. You lean back in your chair and press your hands in your eyelids.

You want to cry. You want to scream. You can’t be pregnant. You’re still a kid, you haven’t completed college yet. You and Corpse aren’t even married.

You suck in a shaky breath and wipe your damp eyes. “I’m probably not pregnant,” you whisper and stand up to go into the living room. “I probably just ate something bad. Yeah, that’s it.”

You sit in the living room on the couch with a blanket around your shoulders, trying to focus on your schoolwork. But you can’t. Your mind is too overwhelmed with the possibilities. You hope Corpse is okay. You know how much he hates going outside and being around other people.

You turn back to look at the lecture your professor posted and sigh. You just need to relax and calm down. Just wait until Corpse gets back and focus on schoolwork until then. 

It takes a while, but he does come back. Some small voice in your head thought that he wasn’t going to come back, but you quickly pushed it away. Corpse loves you and he’d never leave you. 

The front door opens and you look up from the paper you’re in the middle of typing. You meet him in the hallway where he’s taking his mask off, a plastic bag in his hand. He meets your eyes and cups your face in one hand. 

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. 

Your chin wobbles and you shake your head. Tears form in the edges of your eyes and you suck in a deep breath. “Did you get some tests?”

 He nods hand hands the bag to you. But before you can take them, he grabs your wrist. “Hey. I’m not leaving, y/n.”

You nod before taking the bag from him and quickly walking to the bathroom. You’re scared to say anything because you know that if you do, you’ll start to cry.

 Ten minutes later, you’re sitting on the bathroom floor with Corpse, leaning into his side as he rubs your shoulder. There are three tests on the counter and your boyfriend has a timer running on his phone for five minutes. So far, three minutes have passed. To you, they’ve felt like a lifetime.

 “Are you okay?” Corpse asks quietly, finally breaking the silence.

 You shrug, not entirely sure how you feel. “I don’t know. I’m scared.” You glance down at your stomach and place a hand on your naval. “If I am pregnant, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m young.” You look at him. “We’re young. I’m still in college. I can’t afford to have a kid!”

“I know.” He draws you closer to your shoulder. “But whatever you decide to do, I’m going to support you. And I’m not going to leave you, either. In case you were worried about that.”

Even though you shouldn’t have been, you were.

Luckily, Corpse changes the subject, going on to say, “I’ve been working on another song.”

 “Really?” 

He nods. “Yeah. It’s kind of a lofi type song. I can show you the lyrics, later, if you want.”

 You smile a little and look up at him, staring into his shining, dark eyes. “I’d like that.”

He smiles back and leans down to give you a small kiss. When you pull away, his phone rings, signaling that the timer is done. He turns his phone off and you stand up, walking towards the counter where the tests are. You pick one up. 

One line.

 You let out a breath of relief and turn to Corpse where he’s leaning on the sink. “Negative.”

He smiles a little. “What about the other two?”

 You look back down at the other two tests. You pick one up and your heart drops. Two lines. You swallow and gently place it down as your hands begin to shake. Maybe that one is a false positive. There’s still another one. Whatever this one says will probably determine if you’re pregnant or not.

 And so you pick it up. And you smack a hand over your mouth when you see two lines. You’re pregnant. You’re pregnant. The test falls from your hands and you fall to your knees, tears streaming down your face.

 “Baby, what did it say?” Corpse asks, coming to your side and trying to coax your face into his hand. “Babe?”

“I don’t want a baby!” you exclaim through your tears. “I can’t handle that. I’m too young, I’m not ready. We’re not ready.” You lean into his arms as he pulls you towards him. “Corpse, I don’t want it.”

He nods and you feel him run his fingers through your hair. “It’s your decision, babe. It’s your choice. And I’m gonna support you either way if you want to keep it or not. If you do decide to keep it, then we’ll figure something out. If not, I’ll drive you there and get you In-N-Out or something.”

That gets you to laugh as you tighten your arms around him. “You’ll really buy me food?”

“Yes. I’d do anything for you.”

Your stomach churns that night as you’re scheduling an appointment to get rid of the clump of cells in your body. You’re nervous and Corpse was sweet enough to order you whatever you want for dinner. 

You get off the phone as Corpse grabs the food from the delivery person and walks into the kitchen. He looks at you as he places the bags down on the counter. “So?”

You swallow and lean on the counter. “My appointment is in a couple of days.”

He nods and approaches you, placing his hands on your hips and drawing you to his chest. “It’s going to be okay, love.”

You lean your head on his chest. “Am I a bad person?”

“Of course not. It’s your body. You can do whatever you want with it. And besides, it’s not like it’s living anyway.”

You giggle as you try not to cry again. “What’s the baby gonna do? Remember it?”

Corpse laughs his deep and rumbly laugh and you grin. “True. But I seriously will buy you In-N-Out if you want. Or McDonald’s.”

You laugh again and tighten your arms around him. “Okay. And, Corpse?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for being so supportive of wanting to get rid of it.”

He kisses your head. “Don’t thank me.”

When you and Corpse are laying in bed after watching a true-crime documentary, he’s gently dragging his nails up and down your back as you’re nestled into his chest. The tinfoil is still on the windows and it makes the room even darker. Which is actually the entire point.

 Something had been rattling around in your head for the past few hours and you hadn’t gotten the courage to ask Corpse. But here, in the darkness of the bedroom the two of you share, you often ask each other stupid questions late at night when neither of you can fall asleep.

 And it feels like it’s going to be another one of those nights because you’re wide-awake and you know Corpse is as well. And so you ask, “Do you ever want to have kids together?”

His hand abruptly stops dragging his nails on your back. “What?”

 You regret asking him, but there’s no going back now. “When we’re older, would you ever want to have a family together?”

His hand begins to slowly go up and down your back once more. “Maybe. If you want to. If you want to have kids one day when we’re older, then I’ll definitely have kids with you.”

This makes you smile and you tighten your arms around his middle. “I love you, Corpse.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses your head. “Before we have kids, we should get married first.”

You grumble and say, “We’ll see who proposes first, then.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “It’ll probably be you, baby. I’m too anxious.”

“Excuses, excuses,” you huff but the two of you laugh. “I’m too broke to afford a ring, though. You might have to settle with a Ring Pop.”

“If you propose to me with an onion ring and I would say yes.”

You giggle as something else comes to mind. “What about those cheap, plastic spider rings? Or the ones that come on cupcakes.”

Corpse laughs again and begins to scratch your back again. “If you do that, we would get married on the spot,” he says in that deep and gravely voice of his.

 You grin. “I’m keeping that in mind.”

Corpse hums into your shoulder. “You’re not going to fall asleep anytime soon, are you?”

 You shake your head. “No. Are you?”

“Nope.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask him, pulling away from him to look at his face through the darkness.

 Even though you can’t see him too much, you know he’s smirking. “Well, there’s already a fetus in you. Want to see if we can get another one?” 

You laugh and push his chest. “You’re disgusting, Corpse!”

He laughs and grabs your hands and lifts your arms up so he can roll on top of you. “Maybe. But it got you to laugh.”

You blush and turn your head to the side as he sits on top of you, holding your hands above your head. He starts to kiss down your neck and you sigh. “Corpse.”

He hums against your skin.

 You bite your lip. “I’m not really in the mood, babe.”

Immediately, he stops what he was doing and lifts his head. “Okay. That’s fine, babe. It’s been a long day. Can we still cuddle, though?”

You nod and smile. “Of course. You can be the little spoon.”

“Yay!” he exclaims and climbs on top of you and rolls on his side. You get yourself situated behind him and throw one arm over his stomach and use the other one to play with his incredibly curly hair. Your legs get tangled together like they always do and you bury your fingers in his hair while he lets out a deep breath through his nose. 

“Happy?” you ask him quietly and he nods. You squeeze his stomach with the arm you have there and kiss his head. “Okay. Try to sleep again, babe, okay?”

He nods, but both of you know you’re not going to fall asleep for a while. And that’s okay. You both sit there in the darkness talking about everything and nothing while you play with his hair and he holds the hand around his stomach with one of his hands. You don’t say anything else about you being pregnant or kids or how you want to get rid of it, and you’re glad. You don’t want to talk about it because you feel like a bad person for not wanting the baby. 

Of course, you’re not going to change your mind. Neither you nor Corpse are ready for a child. But that small voice in your head tells you that you’re making the wrong choice or a bad decision.

 But you don’t listen to it. You don’t listen to it that night while Corpse falls asleep again in your arms or when you’re in class the next day. Not even when you’re listening to a demo of Corpse’s new song in the car on the way to the clinic.

 “It’s really good!” you exclaim as he parks in the parking lot. “I love it, babe.”

He smiles at you before glancing at the clinic. “Want me to go with you?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine. It'll take little while, though. So you can go do something else if you want to.”

He nods and leans in to give you a kiss. “Okay. I love you. Text me if anything goes wrong at all, okay?”

You laugh gently and nod. “Okay, I will.”

“Love you,” he tells you again as you’re putting your mask on.

 You pull it down and smile at him softly. “You already said that, babe.”

He blushes and looks away. “O--oh. Sorry.”

You just kiss his cheek. “It’s okay. I’ll be back.” You pull your mask back up and gather your things before getting out of the car. You wave to him and then make your way into the clinic.

 And Corpse did stay true to his words about getting you In-N-Out after your appointment. He even paid for it and got you a milkshake, too. 

That night, after finally dragging Corpse away from his computer so he’ll at least try to fall asleep with you, you begin to think. You feel better after your appointment. Before, you were incredibly stressed out and even a little depressed. But afterward, you felt so much better. You felt like you could breathe and no have to worry about throwing up or eating the wrong thing.

 And you didn’t regret getting an abortion. You and Corpse both knew neither of you are ready for one and that’s okay. You’re both still young and still new to being together. But as Corpse hums some song against your neck with his nose buried in the skin there, you feel the vibrations from his throat against your shoulder. You sigh happily and push a hand into his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. You feel him smile against your neck and you can’t help but mimic it.

 Yeah. You and Corpse aren’t ready for kids. But maybe you will be one day.

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I’m sorry, but the tag list is closed. It’s just too stressful for me to keep adding them. I’m sorry, guys. Also sorry to everyone who messaged me to add them because I didn’t write them down and can’t access my messages now. Still love you guys! x. 

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[sakurology]

queen, how about a kenma nsfw alphabet if you haven’t 👀

Haha- hah- yeah 😌 yeah let’s do that....

NSFW Alphabet: Kozume Kenma

Gn!Reader like always

Nsfw below the cut, you should know this drill by now... 😘

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He needs it just as much as you do. He has a tendency to drop afterwards, so he finds it comforting to spend time coming down from it all with you. Lots of cuddling and definitely food and knocking out together, both making sure to constantly reassure each other.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Does- does hair count as a body part? You know what fuck it its my blog I make the rules. He’s into hair pulling, both doing the pulling and having his pulled. He’ll give it a rough tug when he's behind you, but also expects you to take hold of his hair from time to time as well- with a very tight grip.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Facials. That’s really it. It’s facials. He isn’t a fan of super messy, but he always makes an exception when it comes to painting your pretty face. It;s a reminder that you belong to him so intimately in this sense.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Kenma doesn’t only spend his money on video games. He actually has spent a significant amount of money on a very lavish collection of lingerie and little costumes for you to wear around the house. He’s always buying new pieces and adding them to your playroom- oh yeah... you have a playroom.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

I feel like Kenma’s experience comes solely from porn and stories Kuroo has told him that he never wanted to hear in the first place. But- that is a good enough teacher. He knows enough of what he’s doing to get you there, and prefers the challenge of trying various things on you until he realizes what really works to get you there fastest- like a game.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

8/10 times he’s going to want you on top. It doesn’t matter how. He likes you on top because of the pressure your weight provides. Since he’s so little he likes to feel surrounded.

He also loves to fuck your face. The sight of your face getting lost in his pubes while you gag and get all teary-eyed as you struggle to meet his gaze drives him insane.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

He’s not really the type to make jokes or anything in the moment. He’s focused on making sure you feel good and nothing else.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m so sorry- but like…. no lol. It’s almost a jungle. It’s not that he doesn’t care but he can’t be bothered. If you ask him he’ll definitely clean up, but you have to ask him or it’s just gonna stay that way.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Likes cockwarming for the closeness. You two can be laying in bed or chilling on the couch and he’ll just slip in, rutting into you every once in a while but mostly staying still and enjoying your warmth and tightness. You both enjoy it when you’re to tired to have sex, but still want to feel something

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

He doesn’t like to do it himself, but instead opts for you to do so sometimes while he streams. You mostly do so because you want to though, he’s pretty indifferent. It’s just not really his thing. When he feels like he just has to- he’s 100% a pillow humper.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Roleplay: Anything that’s an escape from his normal he enjoys, and that also comes with your sex life too.

Breath Play: Kenma is 300% into breath play, and no I will not explain it he just is and I won’t take criticism. He holds his breath when he feels you start to get close- he doesn’t allow himself to breathe until you cum all over him- he’d rather let his lungs completely burn out before he leaves you unsatisfied. He holds his breath when he cums too, it intensifies his high.

Edging: that being said, you also have to work for it. If he's in a more domming mood, he’ll bring you to the brink and rip it away for hours… sometimes even days. If he’s being really mean, he’ll fuck you until you’re practically sobbing, but he won’t let you cum. He’ll cum and just leave you there, and don’t you dare touch yourself or you’ll just add to your punishment later

Voyeurism: you love letting him listen to/ watch you shower. He thinks you don’t know he’s there, but you can faintly hear the way his breath shudders over the water hitting the tiled walls. You can only imagine what he’s thinking of doing to you, and it turns you both on.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

If you think he’s going to do it anywhere but a space with a bed/something to sleep on after- you’re wrong. Sadly this limits you to the confines of your home or the occasional hotel. The baby just exhausts himself too easily and needs to recharge after you’re done.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s encouraged by you begging for him. Every time you moan out his name- every time you plead for him to let you cum- it makes him feel powerful. He’s not just a subby baby! He gets off on the power dynamic between you. He knows how apathetic he comes off at times and he uses that to his advantage- loving nothing more than for you to beg for him to touch you. He likes to ignore you on purpose to build up the tension.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

Ken loves to watch, but that’s it. That being said, he doesn’t like being watched. So he’s not much of an exhibitionist. You’re the only real exception to the rule.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

He never lasts long when you do go down on him, so he prefers to wait it out until he’s close, or he’ll let you suck him off when he really needs to cum. He loves it but he can’t control himself, so he doesn’t ask super often, but he does like an occasional morning surprise bj- it’s made him a morning person

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

If he’s fucking you- its so slow its painful at first. Since he wants you to beg, he’ll coax it out of you slowly, building you up until you’re a hot mess, but he never goes faster until the last second. If he’s the one getting fucked, he’s all about you being even and setting a good pace for him. He prefers it when you start slow and gradually get faster, slowing down again once he gets close, and milking it out of him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Absolutely not. He wants to be able to take his time. Like any gamer, he’s not going to be satisfied until he gets a perfect score. So that means he needs time. Its the same thing when you take control. He wants you to take your time exploring him, he wants you to take the time and care to make him fall apart slowly and meticulously. If you’re particularly needy, he’ll give in to hold you over- but expect it to be lazy and sloppy, and a bit unsatisfying. He’s going to leave you wanting more.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Again, not much to see here. He’s not vanilla in the slightest, but he knows what he likes, and he knows what works. Instead of trying a bunch of new things, he prefers to try different combinations of his tried-and-trues, with a sprinkle of something else here or there- that’s how he keeps you on your toes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Prefers quality over quantity, so most of the time his rounds are one and done. But that one and done can last hours- he has a lot of control over himself and will hold off until he’s sure you’re spent. He’ll give in to a few more rounds of you ask him nicely- he can’t resist when you bat your pretty eyes his way… but he’ll probably get you off with toys or his hands instead.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

Likes to use toys on you, especially when he’s tired or feeling particularly lazy that day. He likes the fact that you can still get off by his hand without him having to do much. He will use it to his advantage though, which means you need to be prepared to be edged for awhile most days...

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

He’s VERY easy to tease. Gets flustered by the smallest actions, no matter how innocent they are. Can’t really control his boners so you have to be careful with him. He hates being teased but lives to tease you.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Very breathy, very shaky. He’s not necessarily super quiet, but there’s a lot of deep breathing and exhaling as opposed to outright moans. When he does actually moan it’s so delicate and pretty. He does talk to you as well, he tells you how pretty you look in your lace, and how much he likes pretty things like you.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

His favorite post fuck meal is mac n cheese. Kuroo fed it to him in celebration when Kenma lost his virginity and he has now been essentially pavloved to associate sex with the Kraft blue box.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

It's not like, pretty- it's cute- Under the mess of hair anyway. Very uwu cute. He’s not a shower but he has maybe 5-6 when he’s ready to go. It's pink all around and chubby. Honestly it looks like those adorable little smiling mushroom plushies- you know the ones.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive isn’t low, but instead its moderate. You’re a lot more needy than he is, so you tend to always be the one initiating- but he’ll also never be shy about asking you when he wants you.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s out before he even hits the pillow most times. He loves to fall asleep in your arms, resting his head on your chest to time his own breaths with your heartbeat. The only drawback of how cute this sight is is that kenma snores like a 70-year old man in dangerous need of a cpap.

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