#i have to go to bed now but ngl. still maybe a little on edge WHOOO

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Went from playing a survival horror to fucking living one because I was playing Alien Isolation in the dark for Full Experience, and my kitty Ceviche showed up at the back door so I paused to let him in, already being on edge from being hunted by a xenomorph

AND THEN THIS CAT COMES IN AND DROPS A FUCKING DEAD MOUSE ON THE RUG IN FRONT OF ME 😭😭😭😭

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: How so 🔞

In which Jungkook and you learn more about each other while also uncovering more about yourselves.

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader learns to be a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut, mutual masturbation, oral, special guest star: mc's vibrator, angry namjoon, slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook? They're stronger this time ngl

Story length: 3.5k oops-

Belongs to: Why Not (🔞)

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"one." he counts, arms crossed menacingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, a bit of a distance away from where you're laying. You've been napping and been lazy all day- and while he doesn't mind, he's also come to learn it makes your head ache and your attitude cranky.

"two.." he draws the number out a little, and you're not sure what he thinks this whole act of counting down will do for you. You're not affected by that. You're not a kid after all. Your muscles aren't suddenly itching to move, absolutely not.

"how far are you gonna count?" you mumble into the pillows below, holding onto it as he doesn't have anything else to hug really.

"you wanna find out, princess?" he wonders darkly, and the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Okay, maybe you're a little bit affected.

Just as he's about to admit defeat, you actually move, sitting up on the bed with your hair all unruly and loose shirt exposing your collarbone. He smiles a bit to himself.

He'd had somewhat of a hunch about you, and these days, those theories seem to prove themselves as correct. It both amuses him, and makes him happy at the same time, because you really are just his type beneath all that tough-girl persona you've put up in front of others.

"there we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he chuckles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. "now come on, go wash up. You can't spend your days off only asleep, baby." he gently scolds, pecking your lips while you whine, making him laugh against your lips.

"but why not?" you complain. "your bed is comfy, and it's MY days off!" you reply, making him smack your naked thigh without much force.

"maybe, but you're spending them at MY apartment, in MY bed." he reminds you, slowly walking out the door. "now get up, I'm making breakfast!" he calls out, before you let yourself fall onto your back again as soon as he's out of sight.

It's not like he can boss you around.

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"Hm, no." he suddenly says, shocking you to the core.

You're aching, looking at him with eyes wide open while Jungkook detaches himself from you before he casually wipes his hand on his sweatpants, stealing your orgasm in the process. "you don't do what I say.." he shrugs, sitting back on the couch next to you. "So why should I?"

There's no words in your brain. You didnt think it would bite you back like this, not by a long shot. He's such a sweet guy, has been for the entire time you've known him- he wouldn't be so cruel now, would he?

"But-" you stammer, closing your legs bashfully. "Jungkook you can't be serious.." you say, though you don't know why this is strangely exciting to you. "you said that I'm, you know, that you'll-"

"That's still true." he nods. "I won't ever do something you don't want. You can say stop and I'll stop, easy as that. But that doesn't mean you get to play me, darling." he teases, tent clearly visible in his pants.

"So what? You gonna just sit there and wait?" you complain, arms crossed. He's clearly hard. There's no way he can just wait it out.

"No." he tilts his head, before his hand wanders. "I can cum by myself just fine." he smirks, leaning back as he palms himself over his sweatpants.

He can't be serious. You're not ready for that- or are you? It's strange, like a rollercoaster in your insides, going up and down at the sight of him. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing- and even stranger, you want to see him.

Not like now- you want to see him.

"I won't touch you." he reminds you as he adjusts himself a little. "but you can touch yourself. Maybe you'll cum all by yourself?" be says with a joking tone, leaning his head to the side of the couch.

You've got an idea.

"but.. You can see me naked down there.." you argue. "I can't. Thats unfair if you ask me." you complain, making him laugh.

"Cheeky." he comments. "guess that's true." Jungkook shrugs, before he casually pulls down his pants and underwear like it's nothing, his length eagerly jumping free it seems.

Your head is suddenly empty, no thoughts running through.

You're not stupid. You've seen dicks before, you watch porn after all, but still- maybe it's because it's his? But something about it makes you rub your thighs against one another, an ache forming in your core.

"was about to ask if you're comfortable-" he chuckles. "-but I guess you're clearly okay with this?" he asks, and you nod, throwing all hesitancy out the window. You're okay, you've never been so okay with something before.

Your thighs slowly open, hand finding your most sensitive spot easily while he can't keep his eyes off of you, his own hand starting to stroke himself as well. "you know.." he softly says, watching while his breathing deepens. "..this is a first for me as well." be confesses, thumb running over the tip of his length, spreading the precum with wet noises.

You feel antsy.

It's clear that he knows his body perfectly, every movement of his palm bringing pleasure it seems, and you're watching, learning, because you wanna try doing it for him one day too. This is your chance of finding out what he likes.

"what're you thinking, hm?" he wonders breathlessly.

"wanna touch you." you whine, and his jaw clenches while he swallows.

"hm, really?" he asks, letting his cock go, self control setting in as he puts his hands to his side. "alright. Go ahead." be encourages.

You swallow, attempt to find a tissue or something to clean your hand, but he shakes his head. Don't you dare wipe that off, he thinks.

He's warm.

Thats the first thing you notice as your hand wraps around his length, fingers carefully exploring what he's got to offer. Every little glance you give him brings him closer to a heart attack he feels like as he let's his head fall back, eyes closed because your touch affects him more than he thought it would.

Until they snap open again, a surprised moan escaping his mouth as he feels what's unmistakably your tongue on his tip.

"Sorry-!" you apologise. "I should've asked too.." you say, and he laughs to himself.

"it's okay. I-" be looks at you. "I liked it. But give a man a earning next time, jesus." he laughs, relaxing you with that. You lean in again, just for the joke of it, but once your lips wrap around his head, it doesn't feel odd at all. In fact, it's kind of nice.

Meanwhile he's forcing together all of his strength not to cum down your throat.

You're dangerous he realizes as he watches you somehow figure out how to give him bead all by yourself- hands playing around, even shyly giving some attention to his balls while your tongue swirls over his tip.

It's all too much.

He can spot how you jump back a bit surprised, though as if by instinct you keep stroking him, watch as the ropes of cum spurt out and onto his sweatpants. There's some on your lips that you wipe off, though the slightly bitter taste on your tongue also doesn't feel too bad.

"Fuck." he laughs, catching his breath before he reaches out, hands opening your legs so his palm can find your core. Two fingers enter you again, the heel of his hand rubbing over your clit in a motion and speed that makes your head spin. "more- please!" you beg, cully at his mercy until you cum with spasming hips, hands on your mouth doing little to hide your screams of pleasure.

You're both out of breath by the time your minds are back and functioning, laughter echoing off the walls as the situation is realized by the both of you.

Maybe you're really made for each other.

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"What the fuck did I tell you?!" is the first thing Namjoon barks at him next time he sees him at Yoongis studio. "Are you deaf? Mentally challenged? Is that it?!" he keeps insulting, as Yoongi pushes him back.

"okay alright, let's calm down here." he tries to reason.

"I don't even know whats- oh." Jungkook realises, lips pushed together in a thin line.

"Yeah, 'oh'." Namjoon scolds. "what's your excuse? You tripped and landed dick first in her?" he jokes without humor.

"Namjoon, it's really not like that at all." he attempts to explain himself. "I'm not-"

"screwing her?" be finishes impatiently for the younger friend.

"no- I mean kind of? I, somewhat, it's not that simple-" he starts, when Namjoon jumps up from the couch again, barely held by the eldest in the room. "we're together Namjoon! I'm not just fucking her, I'm going out with her.!" he hurries out. "I- yeah, fuck it." he sighs, running a hand through his longer hair. "I actually really like her. Like, love-like." he confesses, causing the room to fall silent.

Jungkook doesn't do well with the dreaded L-word.

In fact, Jungkook hasn't ever been in an actual relationship before, ever. He's been a guy with bad luck and an red dot on his heart for others to aim at it seems. Used for his kind nature, pockets emptied more often than he could count, used for pleasure before getting told that 'you're just a friend, sorry.'

And every time he'd do it again, fall in love, get his heart broken, repeat after a week of sadness. Until he'd stopped, years ago, having promised himself to never be that guy to be stepped on again. He's still kind, he's still nice- but he keeps his heart behind a glass window, for everyone to see, but none to touch.

Until you came along.

"you.. What?" Namjoon asks, a lot more calm now.

"I think I love her." he says again, noticing himself the weight of his words as he says them. "I- I don't think. I'm really.." he's unsure how to phrase it. It can't be love yet, and it isn't, but it's something else- something comfortable, like watching a movie that you know ends well just to relax and get rid of all the stress piled up on your shoulders. He's not falling in love, not at all.

There's no falling involved. There's no pit he's tumbling down into, no fear at all about what might happen next. It's more like a steady walk, right next to you, to a place he just knows will be nice.

"Wow." Yoongi laughs, hitting the youngest's back with a grin.

All while Namjoon sighs, watching the now teary-eyed young man wipe his cheeks in embarrassment.

Yeah- maybe there's nothing to fear if it's him you're with.

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"I always wondered what kind it was." Jungkook says, and you're wondering what he's talking about when he walks into the tiny bedroom of yours, holding your purple bullet vibrator with no shame at all.

"JEAN JUNGKOOK GIVE THAT TO ME-!" you yell out in panic, jumping from the mattress on the floor towards him, jumping at his hand that's holding your most secret item high above your hand.

"hm, no." he smiles impishly. "but you can continue jumping, I'm really enjoying the show here, precious." he says, tip of his tongue running over the silver piercing decorating his bottom lip.

Who knew that this sweet looking man could be so so evil.

"aw don't pout, I was just curious." he apologizes as you stand there with your arms crossed, tank top showing him a lot more skin than he's used to whenever he's alone with you. He's seen your cleavage before. Your thighs, your legs, but never in an intimate scenario like this. "though you should be more careful with this thing. I almost stepped on it." he teases, and you turn red at that.

"I forgot to put it away I guess.." you say, reaching for it as he pulls it away again. "Jungkook!"

"ever used it on your tits?" he tilts his head, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, like he's a magnet of the same charge pushing against you with invisible force.

"n-no." you shake your head, unable to hide your excitement bubbling up. You like it when he's like this- dominant, but not pushy. "that doesn't do anything." you argue. He chuckles.

"doesn't it?" he wonders, taking another step. "I could think of a few ways to use it, you know?" he implies. You swallow hard.

"..like?" you wonder quietly, gaze snapping from the toy in his hand to his eyes every now and then.

"wanna find out, princess?" he asks, and for some reason, this sentence still makes you shiver in pleasure. It's just words, how come they touch you just as much as his hands can? He's got you unable to form any sentences with just that simple look of his, so you simply nod, a surprised squeal escaping you when his hands push your shoulder.

Luckily, you fall onto the mattress below, having not noticed that he's been walking you towards it the entire time.

"You know, I kind of feel sorry for your neighbors." He chuckles, leaning over you.

"Huh?" you wonder dumbly, but he just shakes his head, brushing it off for the moment, as his hands instead play with the straps of your top.

"Can I take this off?" He asks. "It's fine if you're not comfortable with that yet, though. No worries." He shrugs. But you shake your head, pulling on the bottom on your top, before you hesitate.

"Can you.. take yours off too?" You ask, and he grins, nodding eagerly. He already figured you might feel more comfortable with that, but he wants you to speak up on your own as well. It's something he personally finds important- that you keep your independence, that you only do what you truly want and feel comfortable with. Never does he want to convince you to do anything, never at all.

He knows what that's like. It leads to regrets, shame, embarrassment- and he doesn't want you to feel that with him.

You're a bit hesitant now that you see his.. well, very toned body underneath. You personally don't work out- only occasionally, if you feel like it, or if you've eaten a particularly big meal and it makes you feel all heavy and bloated. You're nothing like him- stomach soft, slightly protruding, no defined muscles or anything. And yet, you jump over your shadow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate like the lens of a camera trying to focus.

In his eyes, you're everything and nothing like he'd imagined. You're better than anything his thoughts could've ever come up with.

He's dropped the toy for now, instead using his hands to run them up your sides, before they finally reach your chest, soft and warm in his hands. He's never been one to have preferences when it comes to someone's body- but he can see himself quickly falling for the feel of them in his palms. "How can you be so pretty?" He wonders, and you squirm a little, causing him to laugh. "You're so cute." He can't help but comment, before he shakes his hair out of his eyes, sitting back on his heels.

You're already putting your feet up against his abdomen, making him smile as he runs his fingers over your ankles, before he tilts his head to the side. "I appreciate you being such a good girl, but that'll have to wait." He praises, and you turn a bit red, before he takes your legs and maneuvers them around his waist, pulling you closer towards him. He can already spot a wet patch on your underwear- a clear sign that he's affecting you just as much as you are him- and he can't help but feel his own ego swell a little.

He's not felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

"Did you charge it?" He wonders, and you shuffle around a little to get comfortable, accidentally rutting against his already way too constrained bulge in his pants, making him groan in surprise. "Alright there, that was a simple question jesus christ woman!" He laughs, making you laugh as well.

"Sorry, I was just adjusting!" You giggle, while stretching your arms over your head for a second. You feel oddly comfortable with him, even all exposed like this. It's a nice feeling you've not yet experienced with anybody before. "But uh- I don't know, it needs batteries, you can't charge it." You explain, and Jungkook nods.

"Well, let's hope these got some juice left in them." He simply tells you. "If not, I'll find another way to make you cum." He casually comments, making you wonder what he could maybe come up with.

Sex used to be terribly scary. An intimidating thought that would leave you restless whenever thinking of it. But now? With him? It's exciting.

He clicks the button a few times, seemingly trying out the only three modes the cheap toy has, before licking his lips and shaking his head. "I'll get you a better one one day." He mumbles more or less to himself, before turning on the lowest setting, lifting your panties, and placing it right against your core, snug with the extra push from his own bulge pressing against you. "Thank god I've packet a spare set of pants." He almost growly down at you, watching with hooded eyes as your hips roll against him. His hands grip your thighs, the sight of you equally as enticing as the buzzing toy between you both.

You don't know this, but Jungkook is exploring his own sexuality just as much as you are with him.

He's never really thought of any specific things he might like that aren't 'conventional'- but with you, he feels comfortable to the point of trying out new things, or random ideas such as what he's doing right now. But it's fine, because it's you. It's like he's got a chance to find himself alongside you, as if you're his chance of finally becoming comfortable with his own body and soul.

He's falling in love with you, while also starting to like himself more and more.

He's also noticed by now, that he's a lot more sensitive with you. A simple sensual touch of yours can make him stir awake in his pants like a boy during puberty, but he's not even mildly embarrassed by it whatsoever. Because you aren't either. He's really become in tune with you in terms of energy- when you're excited, he get's excited. When you're happy, he's happy. When you get sad, he get's sad as well. It feels nice, to have a connection like that.

You're whining beneath him, a lot more vocal now than compared to the first time he's ever been intimate with you, and he feels his pride swell at these signs of you becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable around him. Your hands reach out for his own, and he takes them happily- holding you, as you arch your back and voice out your pleasure, especially once your orgasm hits, the closeness of him making it impossible for you to squirm away and ruin it for yourself. With the little experience you have, you don't really know what you're supposed to feel like- and granted, right now, you're seeing stars, unable to form any coherent thought.

The sight of you so lost in pleasure sets him off as well- warmth of his own cum escaping him making him cringe a little, his hand reaching between the both of you to turn the plastic toy off. He's breathing heavily just like you, shivering beneath him from the aftermath of your high. "I'd say-" He hums into the crook of your neck, kisses placed in his own afterglow, "-the batteries were definitely still full." He jokes, making you laugh as you hit his back playfully.

"I gotta shower but my legs feel like rubber." You complain, making him lift his face into your area of sight.

"We could shower together?" He suggests. "No funny business. Just me holding you, in case you fall." He tells you, and you look at him for a moment, thinking.

He's already seen like what- 80% of you? There's nothing to fear anymore, really. So you nod, holding out your arms. "Carry me?" You ask playfully cute, and he grins.

"Wherever you want to, princess."

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[sandinthemachine]

You know what be cute cuddling with horangi with a deep voice more rumbly just waking up and he give the best hugs.

Sure he might let you go of you give a few kisses and cute bumping of the nose. He needs you to giggle first and he lets you go.

And okay you being stubborn and don't want to sleep okay carry you bridal style. Or maybe carry like those mama cats carry they kitten cause you're being to wiggley

The thought of someone being carried by the neck like a kitten is so funny to me ngl, that's a König thing to do for sure. But this is so sweet aww

Alright, ya got me. Have a little good-morning fluff drabble. On the house

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A sudden shiver pulls your body from sleep, bleary eyes taking in the deep blue-grey of the room, soft and fuzzy. Just dark enough that all of the sharp edges and corners blur, making the entire room feel wispy and ethereal. Comfy.

A cool breeze tickles over your exposed shoulders, sending another shudder reverberating through your ribcage.

Ah, that'll do it.

You had never bothered to shut your window last night. It had been...a bit too hot for that.

You smile at the thought, slowly sliding a leg out from under the sheets into the frigid air.

A warm arm tightens around your torso.

How does he always know?

You let yourself fall again, pulled back against a pillowy chest. You wiggle, shifting your hips, and another arm slides around your waist, holding you still. The delicate outline of a nose and lips press into your neck, soft breaths tickling over the sensitive skin.

"Horangi."

He only grunts, gravelly and deep, shoving his face even further into you.

"I need to close the window."

"I'll keep you warm."

You giggle at the slurred voice, heavy and resonant. It always is when he first wakes. With a sigh you shift again, curling your fingers around one of his arms. Tracing the lines of ink you know by heart.

He shivers.

And with you so tight against him, it sets you shivering too.

"Will you let me shut the window now?"

A sound, gritty and rough, rumbles his throat. Halfway between a groan and a sigh. His head tilts, nose and lips skating over your skin.

His tongue darts out just as fingers slide up your side, and you squeal, writhing against him.

A laugh shakes his body, rumbling thunder crackling and rolling, his chest heaving against you before he lets you go.

As you roll, a hand catches the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair, guiding you back, and his lips are on you, warm and wet and too soft. His fingers are tight in your hair, but the knuckles of the other hand stroke your cheek, gentle and smooth.

You sigh, head falling back into his hand, feeling his smile against yours.

And then he's pulling away, tucking the blanket over his whole body as he flops belly first into the mattress. "Better close the window, then. And get right back here."

You grin at that, skipping across the room to slide the pane closed, pausing to watch the rivulets of water run down the cool glass. They merge into each other, streaking across the canvas, stray paintbrushes full of blues and greens and greys, shining first this color and then that as the low light catches them.

Hands wrap around your hips, tugging you back, and you squeak.

'Wha-hey!"

His hands rise, flinging you up and catching you, arms tight under your legs and shoulders. "You took too long."

"It was five seconds!" You throw your head back, laughing as he lays you on the bed. "I'm sure you can wait that-"

Your retort is cut off with an oof as he drops his entire weight onto you. "Too long."

You giggle, wiggling an arm free to brush his hair off his forehead. "Whatever you say, tiger."

He rumbles happily, burying his face into your chest. And within seconds, he's asleep again.

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "I absolutely adore your swwsdj headcannons! Could I request some headcannons for the boys with an innocent virgin reader and maybe some aftercare?"

Thanks!! You absolutely can~

ngl I can’t even remember being a virgin so like, sorry if this isn’t super authentic

Content: Loss of virginity, accidental creampie, premature ejaculation, general patheticness on Ian’s part (god I’m so into pathetic men crying in bed), mentions of sex work, stomach cumshot, corruption kink, praise, oral sex, creampie, overstimulation

Jack:

Oh he’s in his element here

Someone naïve and innocent and untouched? Fuck he’s hard just thinking about it

He’s very open and honest about it all, he appreciates good communication

And hey, he’s Jack now, and Jack’s never had sex, so he’s a virgin too! A virgin who knows exactly what he’s doing, but he’s saved himself for you!

He’s so excited for you two to lose your virginity together!

He takes it slow and gentle

If you want it to be a big romantic thing, he’ll scatter rose petals and break out the nonalcoholic wine

If you want it to be lower key, he’ll just slowly work up to it with you

He’ll make sure to check in for consent every time he touches you somewhere new or wants to try something

He takes his time with it, using his whole body to work you up and up and up, until you’re burning with desire and coiled so tight your stomach almost hurts with the need to cum

And then he’ll hold your hand, look you in the eyes, and finally work his cock into you

He’s so slow, so gentle, and he keeps you on edge as he gets you used to the feeling of being… well, fucked is such a vulgar word for it. Made love to, that’s more like it

He’s making love to you. And when the time finally comes, he’ll make sure you both reach your peak together

He wants to watch you the whole time. To see the effect he has on you, to make sure you enjoy every moment of it

And when you’re done? He holds you. He kisses you. He assures you that it was even better than he could ever have imagined

His words are so soothing, and he eases the lingering tension from your body with a gentle massage

He won’t let you go for a long while afterwards. He just wants to hold you and bask in the afterglow of your first time

Ian:

It’s his first time too. I mean, have you seen him? He’s absolutely a virgin before you

He has no idea what he’s doing. He’s seen hentai, but… that’s about it. And that’s not really a good measurement for what sex should be

So your first time is full of endearingly innocent fumbling, nervous giggling, and a lot of apologies

He’s dedicated though, you can’t fault his enthusiasm! Or his determination to make sure you’re ready before he tries to actually get inside of you

He needs a lot of reassurance that you don’t hate him, and a lot of guidance about what you do and don’t like

When he finally is satisfied that he’s not going to hurt you, he tries to figure out the best position to be in

After a bit more fumbling, he’s finally pressing his cock into you. And… fuck. He’s never been so turned on in his life

He’s panting against your neck, rolling his hips slightly as he gets used to the feeling of your tight walls around him

He cums so fast. Like two thrusts and he’s shaking as he cums inside you. He can’t help himself, he meant to pull out but you just feel so good

And he’s whimpering apologies against your neck, crying a little bit as he clings onto you

But he’s determined to make sure you cum too! He won’t be that guy who just leaves you desperate!

It takes… a while. He still doesn’t really know what he’s doing. But he does eventually help you cum!

Honestly, he needs aftercare more than you do. He’s teary eyed and flushed and half tempted to run and hide under his bed

It takes all of his courage to stay with you, clinging onto you and hiding his face in your shoulder

He needs a lot of reassurance that you don’t hate him, and he promises he’ll last longer next time, make you feel better next time!

Please, just tell him there will be a next time…

Shaun:

Oh… Oh. Wow. He’s… stunned. And pleased that you trust him with this. That you want him to be your first, of all the people you could choose

He’ll make it the most romantic night of your life. He’ll wine you and dine you first, making sure you’re relaxed and comfortable with him before your clothes are even off

And when he gets you to the bedroom and finally starts getting your clothes off? Oh he’s kissing every inch of your body

He’s nothing short of worshipful. He’ll make you feel like you’re the most incredible thing on earth

He starts with his lips, kissing over every inch of your skin

His hands follow after, memorising the way you feel under him

He checks in with you every so often, breath warm against you as he whispers a quick question

“Is this okay?”

The way he says it is so tender, so gentle… you can’t help but melt every time

Once you’re ready for him, he checks one last time that you’re sure about this. He’s so genuine and earnest, making sure you really trust him with something so big and important to you

He makes sure one last time that you’re ready for him, fingers easing you open. Once he’s sure, he takes his time to work his cock into you

He listens to each and every sound, making sure you’re not in pain or uncomfortable

He’s the most attentive lover, making love to you until you’re melted in his arms and moaning his name

There’s the occasional joke. He loves to hear you laugh and it helps relax you. But for the most part, he treats it with all the solemnity it deserves

When he finally makes you cum, it’s a deep pleasure that rolls through you. He draws it out with long, slow thrusts

He’s not concerned with his own pleasure, only yours. And he’ll gladly stop without having an orgasm if you’re done

Either way, once everything is finished, he runs a bath for both of you

He’s so gentle as he cleans you up and carries you to the bath for cuddles

He’s reassuring and sweet, chatting with you like normal so you know nothing has changed for the worse in your relationship

His love is just so evident in every single action and word

Nick:

Nick’s experiences of sex are almost entirely in BDSM contexts

So when you want him to take your virginity? Well, his first thought is negotiation

He wants to talk. To sit down, find out everything you want from the experience, share everything he wants from it, and together come to an agreement about roughly what’s going to happen

He also wants to know what your limits are, what you do and don’t like, what you do and don’t want him doing

He’ll insist on starting off vanilla. It’s your first time. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you

Besides, it’s best to start off small and figure out your dynamic before you start getting freaky with it~

He just really wants this to be an experience you enjoy and get something out of

Especially if that something is a better understanding of your own sexuality and desires

Once he’s sure he knows what you want, he goes from professional to seductive

He’ll tease you, work you up until you’re burning for him

He knows what he’s doing, he knows exactly what he’s doing

His fingers, his tongue, his lips, his words

His voice is so smooth and deep, and his praise is constant the moment he gets you under him

“You’re doing so well.”

“You’re so good.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”

He makes you say everything aloud. Everything you want, you have to ask for explicitly

Once you’ve asked, he’s more than willing to oblige

When you’re finally ready for his cock, he helps you bend into the perfect position to take him

It’s so smooth, so easy, the way his cock slides into you and fills you perfectly

The praise doesn’t stop as he takes his time to roll his hips into you, working you up to your orgasm

It’s mind-blowing when it finally hits you, and he eases you through it with his words and hips

When you’re spent, he helps you calm down from your high

He brings you water, a snack, a blanket, and then he holds you

He asked beforehand how you’ll want to be taken care of afterwards, but he still checks in with you about what you need

Whatever you need, he’s there to give, with the same patient attention he took your virginity with

Once you’re ready, he’ll want to talk about what you did and didn’t enjoy, gathering more information for next time

Joseph:

You’re his first virgin. All of his clients had been experienced and he’s not had a proper relationship before, so this is new to him

He wants to do right by you! You’re trusting him with something huge, he needs to be worthy of that trust

He’s nervous as he takes you out for a romantic dinner. He doesn’t mention it, he keeps the conversation light and fun

When he gets you back, he starts gently. Just some cuddling, some kissing, some loving words

He lets it progress naturally, hands slipping under your clothes and lips straying across your skin

He gets you to the bedroom, laying you down and stripping you between warm kisses

He’s almost embarrassed by how skilled he is. He wishes he’d been able to save himself for you

But he’ll put those skills to good use, making your brain melt with pleasure

He wants to find out what you like, so he’ll experiment a bit with where he licks, strokes, bites… taking in all your reactions to see what you like best

He’s not gonna try to fuck you until you’re begging for him

He wants you desperate for him, more than ready to take his cock

Once he’s sure you’re ready, once you’re clinging to him, whining his name, on the verge of tears if he doesn’t fuck you…

That’s when he finally lets his cock ease into you

He fucks you into a whimpering, mewling, gasping mess

It’s all you can do to keep clinging onto him, gasping out his name when you finally cum for him

He fucks you just to the point of overstimulation before sliding out of you. He finishes on your stomach with a groan, kissing you

Then he holds you. Kisses you. Mumbles the most loving words as he yawns

He’ll just relax with you and make sure you know how loved you are

Jean:

Oh this man is so fucking smug about it

You want him to take your virginity? Say no more

He’s got a bit of a thing for innocence. A corruption kink, if you will

Something about turning you from a blushing virgin into a desperate slut for him is just so appealing

Don’t get it twisted, he’ll be sweet and gentle about it when you’re starting

He’ll hold you so close, kiss you so sweet, touch you so gently

He watches every reaction as he slowly begins to introduce you to this sort of intimacy

He wants to hear every gasp and moan, feel your thighs tense around his head and your fingers tug at his hair

When he’s finally had his fill of tasting and touching you, he lines his cock up

He wants to watch your face as he enters you for the first time

One hand holds yours, the other cups your cheek so you can’t look away from him

He takes it as slow as he can stand to, pressing into you and admiring every little reaction as he fills you

Once he’s fully inside you, he waits and watches

He enjoys every look on your face, every shift of your body under him, every little sound that comes out of your mouth

When he finally can’t stand it any more, he starts out slow. Once again, he’s enjoying watching your reactions as his cock pumps in and out of you

Once you’ve adjusted, he finally picks up the pace. He fucks you hard and fast, his only aim to blow your mind

He wants you a shaking wreck under him as you cum with his name on your lips

He finishes soon after, fucking his cum into you with a few slow thrusts before he finally pulls out

He’s not great at aftercare, but he’ll hold you at least

He’ll sigh about how good you were, how much fun he knows he’ll have with you as he shows you all the ways you can have fun~

He’s much better at fucking than aftercare

[reides]

for reidesypoo as well :D — 14, 15, 22, 32, 47!

FINALLY DOING PT 2 OF BREE'S EPIQUE QUESTIONS thank you my fwend  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 

💌 sixty-nine questions for your ttrpg characters!

14. what keeps them up at night? right now he's extremely nervous about fucking up his status as his homeland's ambassador. it's been his dream to thrive in this role for a long, long time - even when it was just a like... long-shot silly fantasy. if he does a bad job at it, he's worried it'll ruin all the positive developments he's had with his family as of late (especially regarding his father lmfao), or that it'll endanger his home (WHICH HE LOVES!!!!! he looooves laverathia so much).

LIKE. reides is a confident person most of the time but he's made a lot of big choices lately. he was at a crossroads and he made a choice to start walking down a specific path. and it's the path he WANTS to take! more than anything!!! but now he's dealing with the responsibilities that come along with it. he was previously the type to run from his responsibilities as quickly as he possibly could so you know. big changes. big challenges. ;LDFKDLKG it's the most serious he's ever been about anything and he's gonna do his BEST but he's genuinely not sure he has it in him. lots and lots of fears circling around him rn!!! sleepless nights aside, he will meet them head-on >:)

15. is there something that never fails to make them laugh? as cheesy as it is, he loves aske's silly stories a lot. because......... he loves aske. 😳 LDKGDLGK otherwise i think he gets super, super happy every time he learns a new spell - especially when he manages to teach himself one. as a teenager his process of trial and error was a lot more funny, since his experiments would have some wacky little results, but he still has those bursts of joy whenever he succeeds at casting something new!

22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance? he would probably opt to have it on land for convenience's sake, but having some sort of indoor pool for a water portion of it would be ideal for sure, since there's some stuff he'd likely want from laverathia which wouldn't be too well-suited to the surface world! and he would also definitely like to be close to the sea, too - so maybe the inside of this water zone has some sort of connection to the sea...? a sea pool? idk. technicalities. but that would be The Dream. a shrine to persana in that pool would also be ideal since reides is very faithful to him. ;^; that's his GOD!!!

but layout aside, the room would resemble a big study with tons of books and bottles of ink and various writing utensils!!! and it'd be decorated with a whole lot of whimsy!! lots of colourful furniture and paintings that make reides happy, prob with a bit of a nautical theme... and there'd be a lot of random objects (TREASURES!!!) that he picked up along the course of his adventures. along with a huge bed. huge beds are one of reides' weaknesses i'm ngl. it's the princely background showing. LMFAO

32. which of your decisions led to their voice being the way it is? i don't really put on a specific voice for reides - at most it's just like, a tone to accomodate his mannerisms - but in terms of how i speak as him... honestly it just comes to me with how i characterize him!!! i knew i wanted him to be kinda ditzy from the get-go, and i wanted him to say fun things very often (he definitely has no qualms with speaking his mind LOL)... so he generally has a cheerful, casual quality to how he speaks. and when he's angry, i want that anger to surge and crash!!! much like a storm. he's very emotional as a character so it's fun when i get to show off his volatileness. there's also usually a bit of a mischievous edge to him that i really love portraying hehe.

47. what could they talk about for hours on end? there's the obligatory wizard answer here (his magic), which is absolutely true, but on a more personal level? his home!!! laverathia!!! he never really gets the chance to talk about it (it's. you know. secret. for the most part. like most of the ppl up on the surface have no idea it exists sooo you know it's just not something he gets to talk about often. and he doesn't want to jeopardize its safety so he's not about to go off about it unprompted LMAO) but if anyone he trusts were to ask him about laverathian stuff he'd literally go on and on and on. it's crazy because he would deflect so much about it in the past but now that he's reconnected with it, he's just full of love for it. he will tell you all about the shipwrecks he explored and all about the stuff his fellow tritons craft and all about persana and all about EVERYTHING!!!!

[linguisticparadox]

Edited my fic to put the stuff I'd cut back in (well, most of it) and made a bunch of tweaks and changes. I'm a little proud of it at this point ngl, and maybe you'll see what I meant before when I said the previous versions were rushed.

Blahhhhh. Anyway.

Full text below the cut bc it's still veeeery much 18+, or you can go to the original AO3 link, which has been updated.

Mina's hair was soft between his clutching fingers as they kissed, her tongue and breath hot in his mouth.

She was on top of him, and both their nightclothes were hitched up over their stomachs, with her bare thighs straddling his pelvis as she ground her hips into him. He could feel her growing slick against his skin as she worked her buttocks up and down his shaft.

The hair rose on his arms as her lips began to wander. She kissed the hollow of his cheek, first, and the side of his chin, and then he felt her smiling indulgently as she trailed around to the corner of his jaw, and just behind it, to the secret place she knew by his ear that made him shiver.

His left hand took a bigger fistful of her hair while his right hand gripped her shoulder, and he groaned, as if he was holding himself steady, braced for an upheaval. On any other night, she would have stopped there, pulled back to mount him, and ridden him to climax.

But instead, her lips continued their wandering, and her breath quickened against his skin. A faint moan escaped her, as she moved down past his jaw to his throat, and Jonathan felt a rush of electricity through his skull. She was normally almost silent when they made love -- when he'd asked her why, she'd smiled, and kissed him gently, and said that it thrilled her to harken to all the little signs of the pleasure that she brought to his body.

She gave another soft moan, and he felt her tongue and lips engulfing his skin, gulping at him with a voracious passion that surprised and excited him. She continued down his neck, and finally lingered at the side of his throat, just above the vein.

He felt the edges of her teeth against his skin as she progressed, still moving her hips on him in an ancient, instinctual rhythm, while the heat and tension grew in his groin: she would soon bring him to a finish, and from the warmth in her thighs he knew she would not be far behind.

But suddenly, she stopped.

She sat up, pale as the linens of their marriage bed, covering her open mouth with her hands and staring at him with a look of terror that made his stomach clench and chased away all thoughts of passion.

He let the dark, tousled hair slip from his fingers, and propped himself up on his elbows. "What is it, darling?" he whispered.

He craned his neck to look at the spot on the wall above him, where she was now staring fixedly. He could see nothing.

He turned back to her. "Mina, what's wrong?"

She blinked, as if wakened from a spell, and looked down at him, with her hands still over her mouth. Her hair, wild from their lovemaking, hung unheeded like dark vines over her face. He could see the glittering of tears in her eyes, catching in the moonlight from the window.

He reached out, gently, and pulled her hands away from her mouth. He met no resistance as he kissed the shapely, clever fingers. "Please, Mina," he said. "Tell me. Let me try to put it right."

She closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly, as if trying to shake off a dream. "Didn't you feel it?" she murmured.

He let go of her right hand, and smoothed some of the obscuring locks behind her ear. "Feel what, darling?"

She did not answer.

"Come now," he said, "there must be no secrets between us." He could feel her left hand trembling, still held in his grasp.

Her voice trembled, too, as she murmured, hoarsely, "I--I was going to bite you. I wanted to. I very nearly did--you must have felt it!" She shuddered. "Oh, God!"

She clenched her free hand, and brought it to her mouth, bowing her head and crumpling in on herself. "Oh, my poor husband," she moaned, "what have you done to deserve such a wicked wife?"

He stared at her. Her skin was silver in the moonlight, shining from beneath the rivulets of dark, tangled hair that tumbled in sensual abandon over her shoulders. Her smooth, broad thighs still straddled his hips, and the unbuttoned neck of her nightdress revealed the twin swells of her breasts.

"I would have let you," he said.

She remained in her bowed posture, but raised her eyes and stared at him in shock through the tangles of hair that still hung before her face.

"What?" she said. It was hardly louder than a sigh.

Jonathan found that he had stopped breathing. His mouth was dry, and his tongue felt thick. He swallowed, and moistened his lips with his tongue.

"I wanted you to do it," he told her. He resisted the impulse to avert his eyes, holding her gaze as her pale cheeks flushed crimson to match his own.

"But," she paused, her eyes roving unconsciously as she gathered the words; and when she spoke, she whispered, as if she were afraid of being overheard: "doesn't it frighten you?"

He lowered his left hand, and, pushing himself up on it, pressed a chaste kiss onto her lips.

"There is nothing in you that I would ever fear," he said, as he pulled away.

"But Jonathan," she insisted, and he felt her tremble again, "what if it means--" She stopped short, and looked at him carefully. He waited in silence, hardly daring to breathe.

She pulled her right arm in to her body, laying her closed hand on her breast. Her voice was low as she said, "It is not only this, you know. I have long feared--"

She stopped, and swallowed thickly, lowering her eyes to the bedspread beside them, neatly stitched with pink flowers -- an engagement gift from Lucy.

"You must know, Jonathan," she continued, "that the vampire left its mark on me."

Jonathan sat up, slowly, raising both his hands, and with them gathered up all the wild locks and smoothed them back from her face. Holding her head tenderly between his hands, he gently traced a thumb over her forehead: first from top to bottom, and then left to right.

He looked into her eyes, then, and said, "There is no stain of that awful horror left in you. This--" He lifted his head and pressed his lips against the smooth, unblemished skin of her brow, with all the reverence of a penitent sinner kissing the wounds of Christ, "--is proof of that."

Her shoulders shook as the threatened tears began to fall. She grasped his left hand, and pressed it to her cheek, leaning into the warmth. For a moment, she could not speak. He waited.

"I know," she said at last, "I know that God has taken the corruption of the vampire out of my heart, at the final death of him who placed it there. But--" she turned her head and pressed her face into his hand, as if to hide her shame-- "but He cannot, or--or will not, take all the wickedness of my human soul, and there are times--"

She stopped, and began again.

"There are times when I think back--on my own transformation, yes, and the red eyes and whirling mist; but I think of the beautiful lips and sweet mouths of those three awful women, too, and--and rich, red blood spilling from pink flesh, pierced by those sharp teeth..."

She stopped again with a soft cry, overcome, and with closed eyes, she mustered herself to go on. "And I-- oh, Jonathan, I feel a stirring, such a wicked stirring, as I should only feel for you, my own beloved husband."

She ended abruptly, and looked at him with wide, wary eyes.

He lifted her hand, and kissed it. "You read my journal, dearest one," he said. "I have no secrets from you. You know that I, too, have felt the thrall of the vampire's seduction." She began to protest, and he set a finger to her lips. "And besides, you know that I would gladly follow you, even into Hell--or worse places, if need be."

She pushed his hand away, suddenly furious, and sat up on her knees, knocking him back onto the pillows. "Don't you see?" she cried. "Don't you understand? That is precisely what I fear the most!"

She scrubbed at her cheeks with the back of one hand, pushing away the tears, and went on. "It is bad enough if I alone should fall from God's grace, for the stain of my own sins, of my own free will--but to drag another with me, into darkness and despair--!"

His response was fierce and sudden, welling up unbidden as he looked in awe upon the face of his wife glowing hot with emotion.

"Drag me!" he cried. "Drag me! God himself could not drag me away from you, not if you were taken for torment to the deepest pit of Hell! Not if the earth itself, and Heaven and Hell, and everything and everyone in creation were arrayed against me!"

"Jonathan, please...!" The tears were falling freely again now. She pulled her hands and body away, and wrapped her arms around herself, shrinking down as if bent beneath a heavy weight.

"Please, don't talk like that," she wept. "It's a sin, Jonathan, and I-- I'm not worth it. No!" she said, seeing him start up to protest. "No one is worth that, Jonathan! And I couldn't stand to think that I had caused you any pain!"

He sat up again, and this time she didn't stop him. He pulled her close to himself, cradling her, and whispered, "You, my darling, are worth any pain, any suffering." He pressed his face into the dark, fragrant hair, and went on in a murmur. "I told you once that I would go through all the past again to win your trust, and I meant it."

He brushed a running tear away from her cheek with his thumb. "And I mean it now, tenfold."

She sobbed, and pressed her face into his chest. One hand grasped at his nightshirt, balling itself up in the fabric, as if she were only a frightened child, waking from some dreadful dream to the comfort of a warm hand and soothing voice.

Impulsively, he began to tenderly stroke the ruffled hair -- and felt his blood run cold as the familiarity of the scene struck him. But his hand never faltered or wavered, as it trailed soothingly through the dark locks, and lifted, and repeated the action, over and over. And at last, Mina's crying stopped, and she fell asleep, safe in the arms of her husband.

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

Woof I barely made this in time. I'd made a snarky comment about how WIP Sunday doesn't need to be 1200 words and then turned around and am offering 1800+ words. I am an actual clown. This one is a very rough ride, NGL.

Slick and Cody are both super angry and being enormous dicks to one another. And I know some idiot reader is going to read this and prolly accuse me of demonizing the Jedi because of Slick's very loud and critical takes on the Jedi. Just like...ignoring that is the character traits he's been given in canon. And maybe I'm being a little harsh labeling them as being an idiot but strawman tumblr arguments or ones made deliberately taking things in the worst amount of bad faith whilst ignoring the nuance of the topic is exhausting and I don't have the time or patience to engage in that bullshit.

So please, don't come for my throat, I don't espouse his radical ideals even if I do understand his message wasn’t completely wrong if you squint and turn your head to the side. Though at the end of the day, at its core it’s still very much a bad faith straw man argument.

As always this is super rough, has not even begun to be edited and I will prolly change it before it actually gets posted yadda yadda

When Cody came to, it was a confusing and slow process as his sluggish brain struggled to interpret and process what was going on. He was laying on a soft surface, the softest surface he’d felt in weeks of sleeping on duracrete with the thinest of threadbare blankets for padding.

His brain recognized it as a bed and noted the other subtle changes such as the fact that his arm didn’t feel completely on fire. He still felt like he’d been run over by a Walker but in comparison to how he’d felt earlier, even with the low-grade headache that always accompanied being stunned, he still felt markedly better.

Then the realize he’d been stunned set in and the memory of Slick standing over him glowering returned and Cody immediately tried to sit up only to find himself impeded by the fact he seemed to be strapped down to the bed.

When he looked down, it didn’t appear to be traditional binders so much as hastily tied rope and even strips of fabric in places. This gave Cody some hope because, with enough work, he might be able to squirm and wiggle enough to loosen the knots enough he could make his escape.

“Calm down, Commander. Those are just to make sure you don’t try and attack me while we’re talking.” Slick’s voice came from the foot of the bed, and the unfriendly-looking clone stood there, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What the hell is this, Slick?”

“Some would classify it as helping though I doubt you’ll appreciate the amount of effort it took for me to cart your unconscious ass all the way back here.”

“Where is here?” Cody just glossed over that complaint, refusing to even acknowledge it.

“My ship, clearly.”

Cody couldn’t quite mask his inhale of shock as that news reached his ears. How the hell had Slick managed to pull that off?

“How…how are you not rotting in a prison cell right now?”

The other clone’s expression shuttered before his eyes and he was suddenly completely unreadable. “That’s really not any of your business.”

“Cut the bantha poodoo. You clearly escaped somehow but you actually seem to be thriving.”

“Ah, so you’re jealous I found my feet as a free man while you quite literally rotted away in some lower-level death trap.” Slick mused with an edge of vicious satisfaction. “I guess all those years of kissing the boots of your Jedi master didn’t really teach you any useful skills for anything beyond being a soldier.”

Anger kindled in Cody’s heart in the face of those taunting words. “If you think I give a whit for the words of a traitor, you’re vastly overestimating yourself.”

“Of course not. You’ve always been a sanctimonious prick. If you’d listened to me all those years ago on Christophis maybe you wouldn’t have to lead your men into literal slavery courtesy of the Empire.”

“You-” Cody looked absolutely apoplectic as white-hot rage welled within him and the sudden need to find a way to free himself and punch this shabuir in the mouth repeatedly until he couldn’t spew his bantha shit suffused his entire being. He started to yank at the bindings holding him to the bed with rage-fueled aggression.

He wanted to feel an ounce of satisfaction when Slick started to look at him warily and his hand drifted down to the butt of his blaster. Cody didn’t want to get stunned a second time in one day but if had even the tiniest of chances to punch Slick in the fact, he’d take that tradeoff.

“You don’t get to speak to me about Christophis ever. You betrayed your brothers and fellow soldiers and assisted the people trying to kill us. You got your brothers killed!”

“I’m a traitor for refusing to assist the bastards who enslaved us and used us as literal cannon fodder in their bantha shit war? Over more territory they were trying to steal from people who refused to give in to their expansionist ideals!”

“We weren’t slaves!”

“We were you’ve just got your head so far up your ass you cannot even recognize that even now, we’re still slaves. The Jedi and the Republic had years to fix our situation. To pass legislation to give us personhood, but instead, that was too damned inconvenient because Little Gods forbid their meat droid soldiers to get radial ideas like not wanting to perpetuate their bloody wars on the backs of their dying brothers.”

“Sithspit, you’re just trying to justify your selfish actions during the war!”

“The same could be said for you, vod.” Slick spat that word like it was venomous or unclean. “You’re just as complicit in the slavery of your own brothers. You should have been advocating for us from the start. If even a handful of you kriffing Clone Marshals had put your foot down and fought for us then maybe we wouldn’t be in this position now where our brothers are being treated as the actual property of the Empire.”

Those words hit especially hard, and Cody couldn’t suppress his flinch when they struck true and dug bloody barbs in his heart. Slick’s words only echoed the things that had been running through his mind for months now.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said somewhat lamely.

“I know firsthand what I’m talking about. You wondered how I escaped prison? I didn’t, the Empire gathered all of us imprisoned clones and were going to ship us off to some place where they were probably going to dissect or experiment on us. It was sheer luck that they got intercepted by a cell of brothers who were freeing us before we could disappear into an Imperial blacksite.” Slick stated flatly, his expression and eyes deadly serious.

“If Captain Howzer and his men hadn’t found us, I doubt I’d be alive.”

Cody’s eyes went wide with shock. “Howzer is alive? I thought we’d lost him on Ryloth.”

“Nope, he questioned his masters too much, and they threw him in an Imperial prison. He was going to suffer a fate similar to mine when he was rescued by a team of rogue clones rescuing other clones. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past few months. Trying to find and rescue as many brothers as I can and getting them off of Coruscant and out of Imperial captivity.”

Cody found himself frowning as he ceased pulling at his bindings. He hadn’t heard anything about this in his time. There had been a marked increase of clones who had defected, and he’d chalked it up to them getting fed up with the Empire as he had.

Maybe some of them had ended up being exfiltrated by clones like Slick, of all people. For some reason, that thought unsettled him to his very core.

“And what? Now you’re suddenly a freedom fighter trying to rescue as many clones as possible?” He didn’t even bother to try and mask his skepticism.

“I’ve always been a freedom fighter for our brothers. And unlike you lot living in your lofty towers above the rest of us, I’ve actually been making effective changes in the lives of our brothers.”

“I’m sure you thought of our brothers when you took Ventress’s blood money.”

Slick’s jaw went tight enough that the muscles in it bunched up as he bit down on his molars hard enough he very nearly broke them.

“Yes, I karked up, I’m man enough to admit that, unlike certain people in this room. But I spent nearly three years enjoying Republic hospitality, I won’t rest until every clone has been rescued from Imperial captivity. Including sanctimonious little shits like yourself.”

“I’m sure you’re doing this from the kindness of your own heart and not because you’re playing yet another angle.”

“You could never understand my reasoning because even now, you continue to propagate this myth that the Jedi were these wholesome, perfect people who could do no wrong. Rather than facing the truth that they let us remain enslaved because it was convenient for their war efforts, and even if they were sympathetic to our situation, they still stood aside for three years. They didn’t advocate for us in any way.”

“You’re completely wrong about the Jedi. They did try and improve the lives of clones and were fighting for our rights. The damned Senate wouldn’t listen.”

“Then maybe you Clone Marshals should have kriffing done something. If you’d refused to follow their orders and stopped fighting their war, they would have had to do something. Instead, you licked their boots like good little akk hounds until their fragile house of cards came tumbling down. Despite the fact their own brothers and sisters were wasting clone lives and even turning us against one another. Do you really think a mudscuffer like Pong Krell was the only Jedi to abuse his authority?”

“How could you possibly know about Pong Krell?”

“From a rookie I met in lockup of course. He actually did something proactive to protect his brothers by shooting that traitorous sleemo and what does he get for his courageous act? Life in prison? Execution? Yeah, your Jedi masters were truly the epitome of kindness and fairness.”

“Dogma murdered his superior officer. And Kenobi and the other Jedi were torn to pieces by what happened along with the rest of us. They fought to keep him from being decommissioned.”

“By locking him in a hole and throwing away the key. Truly, compassion at its finest.”

“I’m not saying what happened to Dogma was fair. It was a karked situation all around. Everyone was devastated by what happened on Umbara. I personally lost one of my closest friends to Krell’s treachery.”

“My heart weeps for you.” Slick drawled scornfully.

“Kark you.”

“Not even if you were the last sentient being in the universe. We all lost friends and batchmates in that damn war.”

“Which makes what you did ten times worse. How much different are you from the likes of Pong Krell, huh? You both betrayed our brothers for Sep blood money. At least Krell was honest about how karked his motivations were while you try and justify your actions like you’re some freedom fighter for the clones.”

Something dark and angry flashed in Slick’s eyes. “I’m done wasting my breath trying to talk any sense into you.” The blaster came up again and Cody didn’t even have a chance to try and flinch away from the blaster bolt. Bright blue energy enveloped him as the stun bolt hit him, and sent him back into the blackness of unconsciousness for the second time today.

[reidslibrarybook]

Give Up

Couple - Spencer x pregnant!reader

Requested - can i request a little blurb where like reider (you know who this is bc of that lol) asks spencer if there’s someone else bc he’s still sleeping in the living room and she knows it isn’t true but her insecurities get the best of her? maybe like a part two to the fic you just wrote? i thought of that and i was like i need my heart strings pulled

Warnings - language, sexual innuendos and lots of them , insecurity, not proofread (lmk if i missed some)

Summary - Spencer’s been leaving bed abruptly since the start of your pregnancy, what was more interesting than staying home with you and your daughter?

Category - fluff and hurt/comfort i think?

Word Count - 4k

A/N - this one is kinda cute ngl but reader is hella dramatic lmao.

ident and italics = flashback

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Marriage was a two-way street, an agreement of compromise and a vow to never let go of the other. Your pregnancy was not easy in any way, filled with horrible discomfort and an annoying possibility of mood swings every time something ticked you off.

The two of you had to give up lots of things to make your little family work, especially since you were carrying your second child. You and Spencer agreed to make more time for each other and your kids— the both of you stepping down from the dangerous or time-consuming aspects of your jobs.

You always wondered if he secretly resented you for prompting him to give up his work as a field agent at the BAU. He was still there, working with Penelope at the office instead of flying from state to state every week, but you couldn’t help but question if a part of his heart blamed you for withholding him from doing something he loved.

He constantly reassured you but you were never certain despite the happy smile that was plastered on his face whenever he was around you or your daughter, Aurora. You thought the name was fitting since he always called her his ‘little princess’ but you preferred a shorter one, so the two of you settled on Aurora and Rory for short.

Spencer loved her and he loved you, at least you thought so.

Every day, in the early morning before dawn, he’d leave the bed and come back an hour or two later. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get up every once in a while because his brain wouldn’t stop churning, but, much to your chagrin, the act had become a daily occurrence.

You never knew where he was going and you didn’t want to ask either. Ignorance was always your downfall and it was clear that the flaw wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

“Mommy,” your eyes fluttered open to see Rory standing at the edge of the bed near your face, “Wake up, Mommy.”

You nodded groggily, “I’m awake. What’s wrong?”

“Can I sleep with you please?”

You smiled and nodded, sitting up just enough to pick her up from the floor and roll her over to the center of the bed… a bed that was missing Spencer.

“Where’s Daddy?”

You pulled her close to your chest, being careful of the little bump on your stomach that continued to grow.

“I don’t know, love.”

“Daddy left earlier, I saw him leave.”

You furrowed your brows as your heart rate began to pick up from its resting state. “You saw him leave?”

She nodded her head rapidly, her tiny hands continuing to paw at your back. “Mhm, he told me not to tell you.”

The figure in your arms began to wiggle out of your grasp until she was flush with your face.

“Please don’t tell Daddy I told you, I don’t want him to get mad at me.” She squeezed your cheeks with her baby hands, rocking your head from side to side to emphasize her point.

“I promise, Rory. Now, you have to get to sleep. You have school tomorrow,” you whispered into her hair as she returned to her position with her face in your neck.

She slowly moved her head up and down until soft snores fell from her lips. You were still wide awake, your mind wandering to the different possibilities. He could be anywhere and you had absolutely no idea where ‘anywhere’ was.

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Your eyelids opened as soon as you heard the creaking of your bedroom door, a tall lean figure walking in and sliding into bed wordlessly beside you. Your body had a visceral reaction to his return, immediately gravitating towards him and reaching your hands over to grab him closer for warmth.

He looked over at you, completely surprised that you had woken up so quickly after his return. Spencer tried his best to open his eyes so they’d adjust to the dimly lit room, illuminated by the soft glow of both the moon and the sun.

“Y/N, you’re awake?”

You nodded, squishing Rory in between the two of your bodies as you nuzzled your head into his chest. Your nose scrunched up as your senses were bombarded with a familiar scent that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Where were you,” you whispered. You could feel his heart rate pick up as his breathing pattern became more and more irregular.

“I was hungry so I went out for a snack.”

“You left the house for a snack at 4 am?”

He sucked in a breath. “Yup.”

“So what did you get?”

He used his hand to rub your back, most likely trying to distract you from the make-shift interrogation going on while the two of you laid in bed. “A cinnamon roll.”

You lifted your head. “A cinnamon roll?”

He nodded.

“Why didn’t you get me one?”

Your pregnancy brought around weird cravings for things that you never craved before— bagels and carrots and… cinnamon rolls.

He laughed, “You were sleeping.”

A wide smile crossed your face as you sat up, your baby bump hitting your legs as you crossed them. “I would have woken up for cinnamon rolls.”

“So you’d wake up for cinnamon rolls but not for me when I get home at night?”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “Well if you brought home cinnamon rolls, it’d be a different story.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’d like a hug from my pregnant wife.”

“You’d think with your genius brain you’d understand that everything comes with a price.”

“Even if it’s just a hug?”

“I am carrying your child.”

He didn’t reply, a sly smile on his face as he nodded and looked away from you.

You take a throw pillow lying on the side of your bed, smacking him with it. “Spencer Walter Reid, what are you insinuating?”

“The fact that it takes a whole cinnamon roll for you to get out of bed to hug me makes me question… things,” he teased, a smug grin wiped across the bottom half of his face.

“If you keep talking like that then you leave me no choice but to withhold kisses and cuddles.”

His back straightened as he shot upwards, “What?” Your little girl stirred in your arms after his yelp.

His lips turned into a pout as he made grabby hands in your direction, pulling you into his chest and mumbling that he’d never let you go.

“I’ll bring you cinnamon rolls every day, I promise. Just for you, my love.”

A warm sensation spread through your chest, your heart pumping the tender feeling throughout your body.

“You better.”

“I will, as long as you don’t withhold kisses or cuddles or… other things.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek and pushing him back into bed.

It was moments like those that made your doubts and insecurities wash away with the tide of the ocean.

But further receding of the water only left promises of an even larger wave.

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After Spencer left that morning with Rory in the backseat of his car, your brain began to ruminate on the possibility of Spencer’s possible infidelity.

You questioned his loyalty but you didn’t want to.

He was too suspicious with his constant sneaking out that had become a habit of his ever since the start of your pregnancy.

Spencer always calmed your insecurities that took over your thoughts, even before he knocked you up a second time. It had gotten worse as your stomach began to grow to accommodate the child inside you. He was always there to assure you that he loved you for you and nothing else.

But how could you believe him when he disappeared for two hours every day before the crack of dawn without a word?

You walked into the bullpen during Spencer’s lunch break, a break you knew he’d be gone for since he had specified that he was going out with Morgan.

All you wanted to do was ask Penelope if something was wrong at work or if he had shown signs of indignation for you or his resignation from being a field agent. You held a warm croissant in your hand, your feet making contact with the carpet of the bullpen.

Every step you took caused your mind and heart to race in parallelity, the palm of your hands beginning to sweat. You knocked on the door and entered the room as she made a muffled affirmative noise.

“Baby Momma Reid! Welcome to my batcave. Have a seat, my esteemed guest.”

You laughed, “Thank you. This is for you.”

She took the paper bag and looked inside before her eyes lit up. Penelope reached her hand in and savored the bite of the buttery pastry.

“So, what do I owe the honor of both your presence and a croissant?”

“I was wondering if we could talk… about Spencer.”

Her eyes flicked up to yours immediately. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird. You know, leaving bed at odd hours of the night and lying about his whereabouts occasionally.”

A contemplative look rested on her face, she wiped up the crumbs on her face and leaned back into her chair.

“Look, Y/N. Spencer loves you, he really does. I doubt he’s doing anything-”

You stopped her, closing your eyes to avoid what might be a fracture in your marriage. “I know that he’d never do anything. I just,” you sighed, “I just want to know if I did something to make him upset or leave or something. I don’t know.”

She gave you a pitiful look. “Well, he does keep a safe in a drawer under his desk.”

“A safe? Do you know what’s in it?”

“No. He’s pretty secretive about it.”

“Okay, thank you.” You offered her a smile and pushed open the door before she got a chance to say anything else.

There was a nagging feeling inside of you, hoping that he wasn’t hiding anything that needed to be hidden. It wouldn’t be hard to open it since the two of you had a universal agreement that ran throughout the start of your relationship. Every single code was a specific variation of the first day you met.

You punched it into the little safe you found in a drawer just like Penelope had said, finding that it wouldn’t open even after you entered the pattern of numbers three times over.

Why wasn’t it working?

You continued trying until your fingers refused to be still enough to enter the code on the silicone buttons. It may have been a menial detail to others but it was an important one to you.

There was a whole argument about it in the late stages of your relationship about remembering codes and passwords. He made a big deal about sticking to one so that your brain could remember.

He came up with a series of numbers that only the two of you could remember— the date of the day you first met combined with the address of the coffee shop you bumped into him in.

It was such a trivial little thing to be upset over.

But he hated change… and so did you.

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Somehow, you managed to get into a fender bender right as you left the parking lot— not realizing that there was someone in front of you despite having your eyes glued to the road.

You made your way over to the hospital just to be sure that you, but mostly your baby, were alright. Somewhere in the mix-up, Spencer had been looped into the situation— sending you frantic messages about your health and how you were doing.

He hastily made his way over to the hospital room, completely dazed with a crazed look in his eye. He was bouncing around, asking nurses and other service providers for every single minute detail about your health and the state of your child.

It was adorable to watch him run into the room as a sea of questions were thrown into your ear. He would not stop asking you about how you were feeling or if something felt off.

He held your hand, refusing to let go. Spencer probably even looked more like a patient than you did, his face pale as he worried for you and your baby.

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“What if something’s wrong, what if something is wrong with the baby?”

“If something were wrong I think I’d feel it. Either way, they’re running tests so we’ll find out soon enough,” you reassured. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, rubbing a hand over your stomach as if he was holding your baby’s hand too.

You shouldn’t have been so distracted by such a minor dilemma. It was so insignificant but your mind refused to let it go no matter how irrational it was.

A knock on the door drew the two of you out of your head, lost in your thoughts.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid,” she greeted, “Good news is that you and the little one are alright. Bad news is that your baby’s heart rate is a little higher than I’d like.”

You looked between the doctor and Spencer. “Wh- what does that mean?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Lots of things can cause an increase in heart rate including stress, which is the most likely factor. Try resting and keeping your own heart rate down, that’s your best bet of keeping this situation under control.”

You nodded, pressing your lips into a firm line as you awaited the onslaught of questions that would most definitely be coming from Spencer. You could let him know about your fears or completely disregard your questions— but that had already proven to affect you and your child negatively.

It was so hard for you to confront him about it. It was an illogical speculation without any evidence or factual support and you knew it. But a little part of your brain wouldn’t stop bugging you about it.

Your relationship with Spencer was established on a mutual understanding that the two of you could always share your feelings with the other no matter what.

But you didn’t know what was stopping you.

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He shut the door behind you, sighing and grabbing a cup of water from the cupboard for you.

Spencer sat down beside you on the table and handed you the glass of water, looking you directly in the eye. “Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

You diverted your gaze from his, afraid that you’d crack under pressure. “Nothing, Spencer. I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what? I- is it me, did I do something?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not.”

“Then what is it,” he grabbed your hands and took them in his, rubbing his thumbs over them tenderly, “J- just tell me and I can fix it. Anything for you.”

Your eyes started to water. “It’s really not a big deal, I- I’m probably just blowing everything out of proportions, Spence.”

“All your feelings are valid, just tell me what’s going on. What’s bothering you?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to prepare yourself for the worst— the worst being he was screwing someone else. “You’ve um, you’ve been leaving a bed a lot lately and I guess that I’m just worried that I’ve done something wrong.”

He wrinkled his eyes, the connection between your worries and his leaving not put together in his mind. It wasn’t until he looked straight at you with rounded eyes and a slightly opened mouth did he link the two.

“Y- you think I’m… cheating on you?”

“I- I don’t know, Spencer. All I know is that you’ve been spending less and less time with me in the morning and telling Rory not to let me know that you’re leaving.” He laughed as your forehead creased while you raised your eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he grinned, “I would never do something like that to you, ever. I love you and I love Rory and I love our little pumpkin. I would never give any of you up for anything.”

You bit your lip. “Then why are you leaving?”

“I um,” his eyes shifted from left to right, “I may have been going on coffee runs early in the morning so you wouldn’t find out.”

Your mouth fell open in complete shock. “You’ve been sneaking out in the morning so you wouldn’t lose our bet?”

You reached for the coffee machine with one hand as you tried your best to pour cereal for Rory with the other.

As you were about to push the button, Spencer smacked your hand away and unplugged the machine from the outlet.

“Spencer! I’m about to leave so I need my coffee now.”

He shook his head. “You know the drill. No coffee.”

“I can have a cup a day,” you pouted, sliding over the bowl of cereal over to Rory who was mindlessly coloring on the dining table.

“Nope. Not on my watch.”

You scoffed, “It’s easy for you to say, you can have coffee any time you want. I have to go 9 months without it.”

“You’re making it out to be harder than it really is,” he teased.

You walked up to him, pressing your body against him. “If you’re so confident that it’s easy, then why don’t you do it with me, hm?”

“You want me to stop drinking coffee with you?”

“Mhm. Is there a problem with that, Doctor?”

He shook his head, partially distracted by the direct eye line his eyes could follow down your shirt. “Nope.”

You stood on the tip of your toes, leaning your head upward to whisper in his ear. “What if you stopped doing other things with me? Would you be able to handle it then?”

“I don’t doubt it. The question is if you can handle it since it seems that you can never seem to keep your hands off of me.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know where you got that from.” You pushed him off of you and walked to plug in the coffee machine. Spencer managed to pull you back with your hands and corner you up against the edge of the countertop.

“I think the fact that I’ve managed to put a child in you twice is enough to show how much you want me.”

You leaned up and nipped his ear, “Last I checked, the process of making a child is a collaborative effort.”

“So you weren’t the one eager to get a call from me while I was on that one case?” he lifted your chin with his knuckle, “Do you want me to remind you of the way you begged for me to tell you what to do? How you pleaded for me to come home so you could derive satisfaction from me in person?”

Your mouth fell open slightly as you felt Spencer’s breath on your neck. The contact he was making with your tender skin sent shivers down your spine, and apparently transported the two of you to another world— completely forgetting that your 4-year-old daughter was in the same room.

You felt a slight tugging at your shirt. “Mommy, can you stop rubbing up against Daddy and fix my cereal. You forgot my bananas.”

You cleared your throat, trying to disperse the overwhelming feeling building up inside you. “Mhm, I can do that right now for you, hun.”

You could hear Spencer laughing behind you, feeling his eyes track you around the kitchen. You placed the bowl onto the table and tried your best to ignore the grinning bastard in the corner.

You tried your best to open the jar of jam from the fridge, grunting like a maniac to twist the lid open.

“You need some help with that?”

You didn’t even attempt to look over at him. “Nope, I got it.”

“Just like you got satisfying yourself without me while I was away on a case?”

You turned back to him, smiling and shoving the jar into his hands so he could open it. “You really need to stop, Spence. I’m still upset with you for not letting me drink coffee.”

“We can make a bet? Whoever breaks first has to change diapers for the first three months every single time.”

You folded your arms. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“If I can handle you when you’re all needy, then I can handle anything,” he laughed.

“I can’t believe you were trying to hide it from me. It makes me wonder what lengths you’re willing to go to get out of diaper changing,” you giggled.

He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into your bedroom. “I am a man of my word, scout’s honor.”

“‘Man of my word’ my ass, you slipped out of bed and left to drink coffee before I was even awake. Not to mention having Rory cover your tracks for you.”

He placed you down, gently— rolling over to the other side to cuddle you. “In my defense, I was only drinking coffee because I needed it to stay awake when you had me up all night rubbing your back and ankles.”

“You’re the one with the breeding kink, if you didn’t want to do any of that then you could have reigned in your carnal desires,” you joked.

He wiggled his head into yours, rubbing your stomach with his hands. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Well, you have to deal with the consequences now. The consequences being foot rubs, back massages, and a crap ton of cinnamon rolls.”

He brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on it. “Anything to gain your favor again, love.”

You leaned your head to the side so you’d have a better look at his face, making eye contact with his hazel eyes. “Wait, what’s in that safe in the bottom drawer of your desk?”

“The safe? H- how did you know about that?”

You pursed your lips and looked away, a glimmer of deviousness in your eye. “I may have asked Penelope for some insider information and snooped around a little.”

He laughed, “It’s some imported coffee beans that I use to make my special cup of coffee since the stuff they have in the breakroom is crap.”

Your eyes widened. “How long have you been drinking coffee in complete secrecy?”

“For a while now, I only lasted three days before I caved,” he confessed.

You slapped his arm jokingly. “You dick.”

He used a finger to poke your cheek that was puffed out through your lighthearted frustration. “You know, If you’re not too angry… I can make it up to you by doing something involving my dick.”

“I don’t think so, you have to pick up our daughter. So, stuff your horny little guy back in your pants and be on your merry little way.”

He pouted. “Little guy? It is by no means little, at least not according to the lewd noises you were making when I was using the ‘little guy’.”

You pushed him off of you, giggles falling from your lips. “Go, before we start the process of making our third baby right now.”

He sat up, flattening down his shirt while looking back at you with his signature ‘well actually’ face. “You know, we can’t really make a third baby, at least not while you’re currently-”

“Spencer,” you got up and physically pushed him out the door, “Go!”

He smiled and kissed you before shutting the door and walking out to the car. Just as he was about to open the car door, he yelled toward the open window that you were looking through.

“YOU KNOW I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I CANNOT WAIT TO GET STARTED ON OUR THIRD ONE! I’M SURE IT WON’T TAKE LONG BUT WE CAN PROBABLY START PRACTICING ONCE I GET BACK HOME-”

You yell right back at him through the screen. “SPENCER, GO!”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, THE FASTER I GET BACK THE SOONER WE CAN GET START-”

You could feel your face heating up, walking away from the window and hoping that he’d stop relentlessly trying to embarrass you. You could hear him laughing and driving away in the next few moments as your heart fluttered with joy.

There was no reason to worry, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give up for you.

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ASJLA HERES MY OTHER IDEA IT TOOK SO LONG TO REFINE CUZ I CHANGED THE IDEA HALF WAY THROUGH 🥴 i also have a wholesome one on my mind but it needs some work too 🤭 modern college au - roommate xiao x top student reader reader masturbating to the thought of xiao and calls out him name, doesnt know xiao came back to the dorm. he walks in on her and starts teasing her "i didnt think our top student would be such a slut". he asks her to touch herself in front of him while still teasing and degrading her "what did you imagine when you were calling out my name?". reader ends up begging for his dick 🥴

Ooooo spicy—ngl I love the college au so 👀 I may or may not have an idea for Albedo brewing as well

Anyway, enjoy just a bit over 1.2k words hehe

Tutoring Session

Summary: During a moment alone, you call out his name and he answers. Looks like there’s stuff that even you can learn still.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Roomate!Xiao x afab!reader, modern au, college au, top student!reader, solo masturbation, toys, caught, light degradation kink, Xiao has a tongue piercing

You’re ashamed with how quickly you rush to your room as soon as your roommate closes the front door, but with the way your heart races and an ache makes itself known between your thighs, you find you don’t reallycare.

Xiao would be gone only for an hour—an hour and a half, tops—to help a friend move some instruments and grab lunch, so your time already was limited.

With little care, you rush into your room and close the door. It gently taps against the doorframe, still barely a crack open but you figure that you would finish with enough time to spare.

You shed your t-shirt and shorts on your way to your bed, laying down with a sigh. It really has been a bit since you’ve last relaxed. Considering the fact that finals only just finished, you finally were able to take a break until the next semester. Next semester, you’d lighten your load for sure. As smart as you were, it was a bit much to overload courses…but now wasn’t the time to think of that.

You wiggle a bit into the mattress, shifting just enough to reach your dresser.

It’s further than you remember, but you scoot yourself over to the edge to reach.

Carefully tucked away behind a dictionary a felt bag sits. It’s quickly snatched up by you and the contents revealed. You lay back onto your bed and spread your legs.

Fingers smooth up over your thighs to help warm yourself up despite wetness already apparent. You could just go for it, but the fantasy playing out in your mind urges you to at least slow down.

It’s clear, the image of your roommate, sharp eyes and messy dyed hair. He slots himself between your legs, pants low on his hips and toned chest speckled with hickies. Just like you’ve seen before, the ornate tattoo wrapping around his right bicep and forearm would nearly glow in the bright sunlight filtering into your room.

There’s no doubt that he’d lick his lips to reveal the hidden stud, and you would shiver at the idea of him pressing his tongue to your skin.

As the image continues, you slip your hand between your legs, toy placed aside while you imagine the vivid scenario. If only the fingers slipping past your folds were his larger, calloused ones. Maybe then you’d feel a bit more fulfilled—

“Mmm…”

They start a slow pace, pumping in and dragging along your walls, pressing the spots you know make your toes curl, and you continue your daydream.

Xiao would nip and lick at your neck while he preps you. Maybe you would even share a passionate kiss…and he would relieve himself of his clothing to stroke himself. The thought of him jerking himself off with flushed cheeks while his other hand is fingering you sent a rush of desire flooding your senses and you pull your fingers out of you.

They grab the silicone toy beside you, wiping your slick on it.

Taking a breath, you spread your legs more, pressing the tip of it to your entrance and sliding it in. It fills you quickly and you gasp as you imagine Xiao instead, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips lay flush to hips.

“You feel so good,” he’d rasp, having difficulty not moving his hips. But he’d be patient and let you adjust to him, ever the gentleman.

And so you start to move the toy, pressing it as far as it’ll go, mewling at the delicious pressure of it, before pulling it back out with a sigh. For a moment, you let yourself wonder if it’s as big as him. The thought that he might be bigger crosses your mind and you will it away in favor of imagining his lips on you.

“Xiao…”

With each thrust of your toy, you feel yourself slip closer and closer, thighs trembling and threatening to close with the intensity of it.

“Xiao-“

In your mind, your roommate cages you in between his arms while thrusting his hips harder, deeper. He’s panting your name and one hand lifts off the bed to pull your hips closer to his.

Would he praise you? Or even whisper in your ear what he wants to do? You slow your movements, leisurely pumping the toy in and out. Maybe he’d tease you, make you beg for him. Another gasp of his name leaves your lips, and you’re too preoccupied with your thoughts to register the call of your name.

Xiao reenters your shared apartment much earlier than either of you anticipated. It turns out his friend was busy and asked for him to help another time, thus, he decided to just have lunch back at home instead of out.

When he hears you call out his name, he assumes it’s because you’re needing him for something.

Only, standing at the door, he sees your arching body tangled up in your sheets, calling out his name and fucking yourself on a dildo. Xiao’s heart jumps into his throat.

If only you knew how good you look moaning and begging for more using his name.

His sweet roommate. His sweet, incredibly intelligent, talented, attractive roommate. Fucking themselves in the privacy of their room with their toy and entirely unaware that the very person who name they’re moaning is barely ten feet away.

In this moment, he decides.

You’re still lost in the fantasy of being taken, getting so close to your orgasm and feeling the familiar spread of warmth through your body when you hear the door creak.

Immediately, you stop and scramble to cover yourself up, shame spreading on your cheeks.

“I didn’t think our top student would be such a slut.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

Xiao shrugs off his leather jacket, running a hand up through his hair and makes his way to your bed. A brief flash of your fantasies flitters through your mind and you stutter out his name when he climbs over you.

Tilting your chin up, he presses his lips to yours.

“Thinking of me?”

You hardly can bring yourself to speak.

“Tell me…” He mutters, tongue slipping past your lips, metallic stud teasing yours into tasting him as well, “What did you think of while you were busy fucking yourself? Hm?”

An accidental shift of your leg makes you brush up against the painful hardness in his pants and you gasp into his mouth. Lips curling into a knowing smirk, Xiao slides his hand from your hip to your thigh and keeps it spread open.

“Whatever it was got you soaked.”

The kiss deepens and leaves you dazed.

He pulls away and you follow him as you’re lost in the feel of his lips and sound of his voice, but he pushes you to lay back down while he undresses.

When he’s finally bare, you can’t help but stare. Just like your daydream, he’s toned and undoubtedly strong—and his body easily covers yours as he hovers over you. A glimpse between you leaves you shy. It’s difficult to not compare your toy to him.

Pushing his lips back to yours, you feel the way his chest and thighs brush against you and leave you weak. It’s strange to think what you were just fantasizing about was now reality.

“You don’t know what you do to me, seeing you in those shorts you wear around the apartment.” Teeth tug at your lip.

“Knowing you touch yourself like this thinking about me when I’m away…you must be desperate.”

His hips sit flat against yours and you gasp feeling the way his cock presses into you.

“So beg.”

[mrskurono]

Schweiden Sex Education: Intercourse || Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Tags: mention of insecurities, vaginal penetration, slight size kink, soft sex, creampie, sex bruh

Character(s): Wakatoshi Ushijima (hq)

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: this will be the final installment of this mini series, ngl it ended up more popular and more touchy feely than I thought it would. thank you everyone for reading <3

part (1) (2)

inter·course /ˈin(t)ərˌkôrs/

noun; sexual contact between individuals involving penetration

“Do you hate her?”

Ushijima blinked a handful of times at the voice going unregistered to him. Korai of course had to repeat himself.

“Do you hate our manager or something?” The second to newest Schweiden member craned his neck around to look at the same lady talking with the captain, “I mean...even since I started last season it seems like it but I dunno, do you just hate her or something?”

No longer the new guys, Ushijima still felt confused on what his teammate meant, “Why would you say that? I’ve never said that.”

Korai shrugged. White haired man taking the ball from his bigger mates grasp and chucking the volleyball at the real newbie coming into the gym when Tobio arrived. Korai gut laughed when the dark haired man didn’t catch it and only wasted a little more time before wiping at his eyes to look back at Ushijima with what he’d just said, “You spend so much time staring at her. Thought maybe you hated it her since never talked to her.”

Ushijima’s brows pinched in the middle with the deepest furrow, “I never said I hated anyone.”

Once more with a shrug Korai figured he’d drop it, “Well man, if you don’t hate her. You must have one hell of a crush on her then.”

The word rung in his head when you said it.

Sex.

You were naked under him. Rightfully so after his first attempt to bring you, or any woman, to an orgasm. He should feel proud if not a little smug. All he felt was nervous. 

“Ok....sex,” You inhaled deeply now that most of your senses was collected. The real thing felt a lot different than your own hand and the same scenario being lit up on the tiny screen of your phone. Slight tingle from that orgasm you were wondering if you had been that hard up for a hook up. Dashing that from your mind you refocus on the Schweiden player before you, “I mean...I guess there’s not a lot to say about it. I’m sure you’ve seen porn or Korai I’m pretty sure played something off of Pornhub in the locker room at least once.”

That light anecdote didn’t seem to tear the man’s concentration away from you. Leaving you to wiggle a bit and get higher up on the bed. Thinking maybe he was going to follow. Ushijima remained staring at you with that all too familiar look on his face. A look you recall years worth of seeing from across the gyms at practice.

Without warning it dawns on you, maybe he doesn’t actually want to have sex with you. A feeling nothing short of claustrophobic when it hits you. The tingle you’ve felt since the locker room fizzles out with vigor. You’re exposed. Silly. Regretful. Suddenly to recount your words.

“I mean-” You stumble over words falling from your lips while looking up at him and trying to cover some part of you, “We don’t have to- Um Ushiwa- Uh Ushijima- I uh it’s fine if you don’t want to we can just forget this-”

“I don’t hate you.”

The slur of words from your mouth catch. His surprising you more. You stop trying to cover yourself with what little blanket you can up root. Instead your brows furrow uncharacteristically at him at the foot of the bed.

“What?”

Olive eyes dropping from you it’s the first time since he joined three years ago that you saw him actually break eye contact first. You’re nothing short of surprised when Ushijima, still naked, sits back on the edge of the bed. Easing up on the need to cover yourself. You realize he’s talking about something entirely different.

Brows pinched together you ask again what he meant. Crawling towards him now. Kneeling beside him unsure if you should lay a hand on him or something. His face seems complacent like normal but with the way he sounded. It just didn’t sound right to you.

Ushijima lifts his gaze to meet your naked body right next to his. Of course he couldn’t tear them away from your form before him. All those times he’d stared at you over the years. Only now realizing he’d been trying to think what you looked like in this exact light.

“...I...Korai thought I hated you,” He confesses in the weirdest manner. Finding the one thing he couldn’t take his eyes off of wasn’t your naked body. But your face, “I don’t....I never did. I just- I think I love you and it might have been my fault if I-”

Cut off directly by the feeling of your lips against his. There’s a spilt second the man doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Only to be thankful when he felt your hands gently take his and place them on your sides. Getting the gesture Ushijima curled his broad arms around your bare waist just as you curled your own arms around his neck. Delaying the need for a breath in the passionate kiss until finally neither of you could hold out.

“Lets make love instead,” You mutter against his lips. Feeling for the first time Ushijima trying to push back into the kiss like he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. Drawing your fingers down from the nape of his neck. Small circles over his collar bone to dip down between his well defined chest, you look up at him and smile, “...because I think I might be in love with you.”

Nothing short of a glimmer in the otherwise deadpan expression. Ushijima for the first time since the locker roomer took a kiss from you. Not just taking it. He downright kissed you back into the middle of the bed. Lips never leaving yours it was barely any fumbling as he scooped his big hands under your bottom and pulled you into his hips. Leaving you to hold onto his shoulders as the urgency of the kiss translated over to your movements together.

Sooner than later you felt his cock rub against your inner thigh. Only breaking the kiss enough as you kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth with a breathy whisper, “Put it in...please, I want you to do it.”

Nodding there wasn’t a question to be asked. Ushijima understood more than anything where he wanted his cock to go. You telling him only sealed the fact he craved no one else.

Gripping his cock there’s a second when you adjust your hips and allow his length to slip up between your soaked folds. Earning a pleasant moan to bubble up between your lips. Any other time you might have been worried to take someone so big. But that was the last thing in your mind right now. Consumed with need all you could think of was the stretch of his cock inside you.

Rewarded with the real thing faster than anything else. You gasp. Making him stop half way to which you panic and tell him through a loud moan to keep going. Ushijima can’t stop but sink his thick cock down to the base in your sopping wet cunt. Nothing he could even imagine prepared him for this.

“W-Warm-” The low rumble of a moan echoed in his chest. Ushijima unsure what to do pushed his lips back onto yours. Just the way your walls clenched around him and you engulfed his senses was ethereal to him.

“Move....how you wanna,” You whisper against his lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all these years.”

There was hesitation. You were right he had seen porn and what they did. But none of that seemed desirable. Right now all he wanted to do was feel you. Consume you. Make every fiber of his being tingle with your body.

Slow to start Ushijima began rocking his hips into yours. Each movement earning more than just a lowly moan from you. Assured that it was wonderful by your praise and touching all over him. Soon it became a need for him to snap his hips into yours. Watch you squirm under him, mouth agape and eyes locked onto him. Everything intoxicating to every single sense the man had.

“ ‘gonna cum-” You bite back a moan as your hips bounce with each forceful thrust, “I- I think I’m gonna cum-”

“Please-” Ushijima buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting, thrusts hard and deep as he felt himself approaching a familiar feeling, “Please cum- I want you-”

Tongue gliding over your parted lips and swallowing the knot in your throat. It’s nothing like the knot growing in your stomach. Boxed in completely by the enormous man above you. It’s hardly possible to snake your hand down to your clit. But when you do your free hand gripes the back of his neck as your fingers dance around your already sensitive bud, “I- It’s too much- Fuck-”

For a split second he wonders what is too much but that is dashed when the shudder in your body starts at your toes and every inch of you twitches under him. Sealing the deal for Ushijima when he feels nothing short of heaven when your cunt tightens around him in a way no mouth or hand could ever mimic. All that stamina in the world for nothing when he pushes his hips into yours. Desperate to follow your lead.

Rutting into you as deep as he can until the warm gush of cum overflows into your cunt. You’d never felt anything so intimate yet even as his lips found yours to kiss you. The twitch of Ushijima’s cock with each spurt of cum had you moaning into the kiss like a virgin all over again. 

Both of you breathing harder than expected into the kiss. Finally came down from the high. His cock still buried in you and most of your body limp under him. You take a moment to swallow as you look up at the man before you. This time he was staring but you didn’t feel the need to turn away. Instead you smiled at him with a little giggle. And for the first time in nearly four years, Ushijima smiled back at you.

Minor Epilogue ;|

“Where’s Ushiwaka?” Korai dribbled the volleyball as he looked back towards the locker room.

Tobio looked up from his bottle after fiddling with the lid, “Hirugami didn’t say anything?”

White brows pinched together Korai bounced the ball as high as he could manage and huffed, “This is day three! He’s late and we get to wait for him!”

“You could just practice with Romeo and Sokolov before he comes.” Tobio offered without much concern as he grabbed the volleyball before Korai could catch it.

“Don’t break the lights Hoshiumi!” Hirugami shouted across the gym as he caught sight of one of the second youngest Schweiden harassing the volleyballs.

Grumbling to himself Korai snatched the ball back from Tobio, “Of course Hirugami-san!” Content with dribbling the ball at a much more manageable height, Korai looked around for a short stint at attendance, “You notice our manager has been late recently too?”

“And?” Tobio shouldered his duffel bag without a chance of even feigning interest in his teammates rant.

Brows still pinched Korai glared out at the double doors of the Schweiden’s gym, “I bet they’re hooking up. I bet- Look!” Korai skidded to a stop mid sentence when through the double doors it was the late Schweiden in question. Undoubtedly with their manager at his side. Like a detective Korai pounced on the chance to interrogate them but that was lost among the chaos when all of the Scweiden team witnessed Ushijima lean down and give their ever so wonderful team manager a kiss on the lips.

That’s when all insanity broke loose. 

Korai was on them like stink on shit. Tobio and Toshiro ready to intercept Korai before his rabid-ness scared the new love birds away. Tatsuto wanting a better look at the drama amongst the crew. Leaving Fukuro and Nicollas to exchange glances at each other as they hoisted up the volleyball net.

“Is that Ushijima and y/n?” Nicollas peered over to the bustling drama at the front of the gym.

Fukuro, minding his own business, nodded, “Think they’ve been going out for a while now.”

Smiling as Ushijima’s face seemed stone serious as ever and y/n’s face flush red as the white haired Schweiden had some serious question, Nicollas laughed as remembered that feeling, “Ah young love....wish there was an educational course one could take when learning the affairs of the heart.”

Fukuro snort laughed and tightened the bindings on the net they’d be using for practice if they ever stopped their gawking, “Yeah, we call that sex ed here.”

Nicollas chuckled when he saw their lovely manager punch Korai in the side. Revealing the oddest sight of Ushijima smiling ever so slightly on his stoic features while the rest of the Scweiden’s rallied around the new couple as the two seniors could only stand back and laugh, “Sex and love education....I think we could all use that.”

a/n: The end is finally here! Honestly I can’t believe I’ve actually finished a series in the first place! To everyone who’s read and supported it thank you from the bottom of my heart. This was too much fun to write and I won’t lie I might have a little soft spot in my heart for Ushijima now <3

[modx-reborn]

How could you think to leave

Oooo. I may have run away with this one, NGL.

So here’s like 1k+ impromptu simpbur fic.

There was no fanfare or prior argument that would have lead to this conversation, the two of you standing opposite each other in the living room, Simpbur sitting with his head in his hands trying to understand just why you had said you were planning on moving out. It would make getting anything from you so much harder, and it made no sense to him and yet there you were telling him that you would be gone in around three weeks time.

Did you find his stash? One of the cameras? See him one day when he thought he was quick enough to steal a pair of your underwear while the two of you had been doing laundry? What had happened to lead to this, he had no idea what he had done but there were thoughts forming on how to stop you from leaving.

Yet in his desperation, the only idea he could think to do was to beg, let loose everything he would be willing to do to keep you around. Take on extra chores, do more in terms of cooking or helping you with work/studies, just letting his sentences run in on each other as he begs for you not to leave him.

“Please don’t go I-I’ll do anything! Dishes, vacuuming, laundry. Hell, I’ll even help you with work just please don’t leave me here alone. I need you, please. Please, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING just please don’t leave.”

Finally looking up at your impassive face, sliding from the couch and letting his knees hit the floor with a loud thump, one hand pressed to his thighs and the other outstretched to you, hoping that you would listen to him, that you would cave even a little and buy him some more time till you would leave and make him go even further off the deep end.

In reality, you had no plans to leave, not too long ago you had found some of his more depraved ramblings while looking for something around the apartment, reading every thought he had written out on that piece of paper, getting a small glimpse into the need that he had for you. Getting a small bit of understanding for why he was so eager to do things for you, be near you, and just have your attention.

One, in particular, had stood out to you, the one that had built this idea in your mind. Scrawled on that bit of paper was a short paragraph about how he wanted you to watch him, see how badly he wanted you, to have you sit and witness how he fucked his own hand at night to the idea of you he had in his head.

All of the writings being proof that he was enamoured beyond anything, obsessed in a strangely flattering way, and seeing him now on his knees begging for you not to leave, offering you anything in return for you to stay here with him. If it weren’t for the letter you had found this would never have happened, and if it did this display would not be as intriguing or enticing but more uncomfortable.

“You’ll do anything? That’s a broad claim to make, what if I was to hold you to that? Make you do something you wouldn’t have thought to do?”

“Anything. A-and I mean anything, just please don’t go.”

Tilting your head as if thinking about his words, you watch him shuffle closer, still on his knees hand just nearly brushing against one of your own. An attempt to get you to focus on him, desperate enough now to actually snatch at your hand and pull you away from the furniture you were leaning on.

“Please.”

“Okay. I’ll stay-”

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you. I’ll do whatever it takes-”

“-But! I want you to do something for me. I want you to read something, and then we’ll see about how true your claim of anything is.”

From your back pocket, you pull the damning paper, the section about wanting to be watched by you the only section visible from how you had folded it.

“Give this a read for me would you? Then tell me, are you sure you would do anything? Because I want that, I want exactly what is written here. No exceptions.”

Passing the paper to the still kneeling man, you get the perfect view of how his lips move silently reading his own desire written, face flushing at now knowing he had been caught. You knew that he wanted you, you knew how much of a sad needly little thing he was, his hands shake when he looks up at you, cheeks a deep red and eyes blown wide.

“I. Y-you read this? You w-want me to-You want to watch me, too…”

“Mmm, you said anything and-” Your hand reaches out, pointing to the paragraph, tapping the paper,“-I want this. You wrote it out so nicely too, how could I not want to ‘See how badly you need me’ or 'witness how desperate you get in the dark with nothing but your hand and one of my shirts’”

His next words are cut off by your hand grasping his jaw, silencing him so you could finish speaking.

“I mean you did say anything, and from what I read you really wanted this or did I read that wrong?”

“N-no, I-”

“Then show me. Let me see how badly you need me, and maybe I’ll hang around. Just for you.”

Pushing him away from you is easy, as is walking around him to take up the space he had started this encounter in, seating yourself on the couch legs spread so that he could crawl forward and settle between them. During your time speaking, the thought that you wanted to see him touch himself had gotten his dick hard, the pressure of his jeans zippers now edging on uncomfortable.

After a short crawl there he sat, between your outstretched legs, shakey hands undoing and pulling his jeans down, eyes flicking from what he was doing to your face watching you watch him, his own brain melting at one of his fantasies coming to life albeit not quite how he had imagined.

Using one of your feet to tap against his thigh, signalling that you want him to spread his legs further so you could actually see what he was doing, as how he was sat at the moment hid half of your show. Thighs pressed close together spreading and letting you see how his cock has begun leaking against the material of his shirt, a small wet patch growing as his hands keep shaking even as he finally wraps a hand around himself.

“That’s it, now come one and show me, tell me just what you want from me. After all, keeping me around is on the line.”

It’s a slow thing when he finally starts to move his hand, slowly dragging up and down his shaft lips moving before he actually starts to speak, voice so quiet in comparison to the wet sound of skin on skin.

“I want to sit between your thighs, u-using my mouth just how you want it… I-I want to be in your bed and fall asleep in you ju-just to wake up still pressed deep. Fuck. Please I want to fuck y-you whenever you ask, I w-want to be good for you…”

Letting your eyes flick from how his hips jerk and buck into his own hand, to his face drinking in how deep the blush on his face had gotten. Leaning forward to brush one of your hands against his face, pushing some of the unruly curls that had fallen in his face out of the way, smiling at him as he leans into the brief touch.

“Keep going, what else do you want?”

Letting your hand drift across this neck, brushing against any skin that was exposed by his shirt, watching how with every touch his cock seemed to throb harder despite the touch being feather-light and nowhere near his member.

“I want to leave marks and paint y-you in my cum, I. Please I can’t. I want so much, I-I just want you. Everything and a-anything that you’ll let me have.”

All it takes for him to cum, staining his shirt, hand, and part of your own is to just brush against the head of his cock with one of your fingers as you lean forward. Smiling at him as he whines and bucks his hips fucking his own hand to draw out his own pleasure, and enjoy what may be the only time you let him have your attention like this, or even put your hand on him in any way other than platonic.

“Well maybe if you keep being good like this for me, I’ll let you have all of that and more, hmm?”

[shanitani]

Hi! May I ask Todoroki accidentally forgetting his S/O's birthday, angst time until his S/O accept his apologies and he decided to spoil them (even tho their S/O does not want him to spend so much money on them... He still don't care lol) thanks! ♥️

contains : shoto x fem reader

includes: angst -> fluff

a: hi babe, ngl this made me get a bit sad bc I feel like he would Lowkey forget ur birthday but not to this extent yk like probably for the first hour of the day- anyways I’m rambling .. here you go <3 

Feeling the crisp morning air hit your face, you smiled before even opening your eyes. Snuggled in what felt like your boyfriend, was in actuality just your throw blanket. You looked around for a sudden moment, stuck in the back of your mind that maybe, just maybe he forgot your birthday. 

‘Maybe he’s just cooking breakfast’ You shook away your thoughts stretching out of bed to smell nothing. To see nothing but a flimsy note on the kitchen counter in scribbled drawn out writing “Had something come up at the agency, be back later - shoto”

You couldn’t say that you weren’t mad or that you didn’t feel a slight pull at your heartstrings, but Shoto was like this - he doesn’t show emotions well with language, more so physical touch. And, you knew what you were getting yourself into dating a pro hero. He let you know before hand how much he had to be gone no matter the instance, and you still stuck with him because he was one of a kind that you couldn’t just let pass up - that’s what made Shoto instantly fall in love with you.

So, you stuck to your promise of unconditional love no matter if he was wrapped in your arms, or messily throwing things in a suitcase to fly out for a emergency mission. You just wished the universe had been a little nice to you today, or at the least gotten an happy birthday at the end of the note.

Despite not being with your boyfriend, Mina had instantly hit you up asking to hang out at the bar later. So instead of sulking, you spent your afternoon with Mina - waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home.

The afternoon passed, and he still wasn’t home. dropping you a quick message saying, “taking longer than expected, be home later tonight - don’t wait up.” don’t wait up.. was he forreal? or was this just he serious? you thought over and over again taking off the heels you were supposed to wear with Shoto to your birthday dinner.

You wanted to cry, but you didn’t. “Not on your birthday Y/N” you spoke out loud trying to surpass the tears fighting to come out. Instead, jumping in the shower to clear your mind from it all and sitting down on the couch and watch movies to pass the time. 

Hours clicked by, 10pm it stated on the clock. Your birthday was over, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, tears fought angrily to come out - and you couldn’t do anything but let them force their way out. You choked out a sob on the couch, feeling hopeless and letting your mind get the best of you.

Was he seeing another woman? did he forget? does he even love me anymore? I wouldn’t blame him... Am I not good enough?

---

“Yeah thanks for helping me with the Mission today, I know it was last minute.” Midoriya nervously smiled rubbing the back of his neck before the bi colored boy shrugged picking up the last of his belongings. “Sorry again, I really do owe you.” the two boys walked out of the agency about to part ways as Todoroki stood confused at why Midoriya felt so sorry this week - this was usual for him to have to leave last minute.

“What for? this is what I signed up for.” Todoroki began to open his car door, shuffling his hair back into place, “Well I tried Bakugo and Kirishima but they had their own mission to fufill, and Denki wasn’t suited right for this job. Didn’t want to call you on your girlfriends birthday y’know? seemed rude.” Todoroki stopped in his tracks, trying to calculate what day it was. He fumbled with his phone trying to see the date, It can’t be today... its not, Midoriya’s just tired.. right? he silently prayed Midoriya was wrong - until he wasn’t.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve gotta go Midoriya okay?” The boy didn’t wait for response from the green haired boy, rushing home. ‘How can I be so fucking stupid’ he banged on the steering wheel, pushing on the gas pedal harder as he finally got to the shared apartment.

He opened the door, cringing at the bright heels he’s never seen before laying nicely by the door. Shoto rubbed his eyes with his hands - looking at the phone one more time. 11pm. the apartment was pitch black, slightly smelling like food you had previously cooked for you and your husband - that’s when guilt finally started to rush through his body, but he needed to see you - he couldn’t just not say anything.

He walked slowly through the living room door, hesitant on opening it and seeing a furious you. In the back of his mind he hoped you wouldn’t be so mad at him for this happening, but he knew the chances were slim. He opened the door only seeing more pitch black and static on the TV screen, his eyes softened to see you tugged closely onto the couch pillow. 

He inched closer to you finally taking in your looks, you had a black silk dress that slightly rose up from you sleeping, you hair was a mess - frizzy at the top. And he could tell you’ve been crying, seeing your puffed out cheeks and calmer state. He felt terrible, trying to find out how to face you. All you’ve ever done for him was be supportive, and he couldn’t even take a day off from his hectic life to spend time with the person he loves the most. 

Without thinking, he woke you up, inching you awake slowly to see you wake up in discomfort before looking at him. He smiled at you, teary eyed - but you couldn’t quite figure out why until it hit you that it was still the same day. “Hi baby, wake up we’re going somewhere.” “huh” you rubbed your eyes, feeling Shoto tug your arm up and into his arms

He leaned to your ear, whispering a small ‘i’m sorry, let me make it up to you.’ and before you could answer he opened the door, motioning you to come outside. You complied; seeing his emotional face look at you made your heart melt. He pulled you into the car, putting his hand on your thigh and starting the car. putting the radio on for background music there was a comfortable silence in the air. 

You finally pulled into a driveway, the highest level that looked over the Japan city that you liked so much. He pulled you out urging you to come to the edge and breathe. He knew that after small breakdowns you would usually come out here to get your mind off things, so he thought this was the perfect place to bring you - at least just for tonight.

His head hung low trying to figure out the words to say to you, he didn’t know how to apologize, and he wouldn’t be surprised nor mad if you wouldn’t accept it. “I’m sorry. I’m a bad boyfriend.” he croaked out, with damp cheeks attempting to look into your eyes, he grabbed your hands subcontiously to stop his rapid heartbeat. You smiled at him, taking his head and putting it into your chest like he always liked. 

“It’s alright baby, you’re an amazing boyfriend. always will be my hero.” you hummed stroking his hair softly. you didn’t care about the date or the gifts, you cared about his presence, and it was before 12am. So technically, you got what you’ve wanted.

“It’s not, and i’ll try harder to be with you more.” he looked into your eyes finally, cupping your cheek. You smiled, “best birthday ever.” you smiled, kissing his lips that you’ve longed for all day. He was scared to at first, but soon drowned into your mouth - comfortable with your taste. You pulled back, fully relaxed and content, “baby?” he hummed in response. “You still didn’t say happy birthday to me.” you teased grinning as he playfully pushed you away from him only to bring you back into his chest closer, “happy birthday sweetheart.”

BONUS BECAUSE I NEED TO:

You awoken to the smell of pancakes and bacon, the sun shining warmly on your face making you sit up. You were awoken to food, presents, and a beautiful card placed on the left of your bed. Standing over you was your boyfriend, with messy hair and sweatpants that sat nicely in the middle of his V line making your cheeks heat - he never failed to look so adorable. 

“Good morning beautiful” he kissed your cheek, sitting on the edge of the bed near you, “Close your eyes.” you complied, feeling a small thin cold object grave over your neck, “Open.” you opened your eyes to see his phone handed to you to look at the object, it was a small gold necklace engraved to say “Todoroki” you smiled finding his eyes at yours, leaning in to kiss the boy.

“You’re already gonna have my last name, so for now this will do until I put a ring on that finger.” your cheeks grew incredibly hotter, “Thank you so much baby, it’s adorable.” you grinned placing down his phone and suffocating him once more in an endless amount of kisses to his face.

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Hi! How about obey me boys + undateables(you can do just the main boys if that is too much) reacting to their 2-5 year daughters felling down from bed and crying while they were sleeping and mg is also not around

Thank u!! 😍😘😊

okay!! thank you for sending in a request <3

i'm a little confused though; who is sleeping, the kid or the dads..? have a feeling it's the kid but-

also i'm only doing the main boys because i'm a lil busy today <3 but if yall want me to i can add the rest later i had fun writing this kfkhg

((the she/her pronouns in this refer to the kid as requested))

Lucifer:

Ok great start in his case who was asleep doesn't even matter.

His dad instincts never sleep; you bet the kid isn't going to get injured by falling if he is close by. Slightly overprotective ngl but we are talking about very young kiddo here so

Catches the kid with style - a hand behind her back, little one wouldn't notice anything of it.

Picks her up in his arms to calm her down and get a little bit of extra loving.

Starts rocking her a little so maybe she can fall back asleep quickly. He's got this don't worry about them while you're away!

"It is okay [Kid's Name], I'm here. Do you want to go back to sleep? Let me get Bubbles for you."

Bubbles is the teddy

Mammon:

He might have fallen asleep with his kid sleeping on his chest oop-

Listen he was tired but also he really wants to spend time with her!!

Unfortunately his dad reflexes aren't as good as the elders', but Mammon still manages to get the kid before she hit her head.

Yes she be hanging by her leg but that doesn't matter in the end right

Gently pulls her back up and puts her back on the bed, this time besides him.

Gotcha princess. Ya were lucky I woke up, ya know that?

He has no intentions of falling back asleep but he isn't quite awake yet either.

Leviathan:

He, too, thought it would be fine to slip into a quick nap while baby is asleep. He did the quick daily bonuses in his game already and he felt just a bit too tired to get into a raid rn, you know

Wakes up to the thump of his daughter hitting the floor, so by the time she starts crying he is already awake.

Nononono- how could I let this happen- It's okay, it's okay, let me see-

So relieved when he doesn't notice any harm on the baby. Both of them got very scared over nothing. In the future he makes sure to get coffee any time you are away from home

Satan:

He is somewhere between being awake and asleep when he notices his kid slipping from bed

A book falls from his lap as he bolts to the other side of the bed to catch her

Manages to stop her the very last second, but he did it.

Don't scare me like that, [Kid's Name]. If you want another bedtime story just say so next time, ok?

Tickles her a little before he sets her down for another story. Yes the book that fell of before was a kid's book. That one story is the favorite of the kid and he has to read it every time. Often several times in a row. No wonder he gets a bit sleepy, he knows it word by word now.

Asmodeus:

He wasn't asleep but he wasn't quite paying attention, as he was busy leaving you voice mails about what happened during the day since you were gone

Very detailed stories about what the kid ate, when, how great potty training is going, etc. No she didn't wake up to his voice.

He almost drops his phone when he hears her crying-

Oh mY loRD [Kids' name], what happened?? Are you okay?? Show me where it hurts-

Gets so scared he calls you up immediately to get home and never leave him alone again. He can't do this after all, it was going so well but look at them now

Beelzebub:

He went on a quick trip to the kitchen when he hears crying. Must rush back, dropping everything.

Doesn't think anything serious happened but crying is still scary, you know

Blames himself so hard when he thinks about how easy this could have been avoided.

Shhhh beautiful, it's okay, it's okay- let's get a band-aid, come on.

Picks her up in his arms and doesn't put her down until you get home. That is the only way she can be now if you aren't around-

Rocks her gently so she falls asleep, but this time in a safe place

Yes he put a band-aid on her little forehead just in case. Placebo is great with kids this age

Belphegor:

If anyone, then he was sure fast asleep when the accident happened. He wakes up to his kid's loud cries, immediately making him turn into his demon form. Nobody messes with his kiddo-

Stares at his kid and around the room, not really understanding what is going on as he sees nobody else here-

Calms down so much when he realizes she just fell off the bed. Turns back into his human form instantly.

Come here baby, it's fine. Let me kiss it better. Better, right?

Oh so gently puts her back to bed after the forehead kiss, this time making sure he is between her and the edge of the bed. Can't believe he got so scared over nothing.

[starksdaughter-3000]

Dark!Mob!Thor x Pregnant!Reader Future and Slight Loki x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings~ 18+, Dark, Angst, Language, Attempt of Seducing(?), Choking (Non-sexual), Abuse, Violence, This shit is deep y'all

A/N: Hiiiiii I'm backkk! Thanks for all the love on the last one so here's one I just came up with. I was just brainstorming ideas ngl. Another thing I am new to Tumblr, I found it in the middle of March and I don't know how to like link a part 2 ya know. Cuz I want this story to have a part 2 so I will figure it out lol. Enjoy!

*Not my GIF*

Ever since you met the mobster he was sweet and gentle with you. So caring, nothing lime how he is to his enemies. For a year Thor has been the same person you met and more but now it felt like him and his feelings are drifting away.

You found out you were pregnant two weeks ago but Thor hasn’t given you the time of day so you could sit him down and tell him. Claiming he was busy with work. It has also been awhile since the two of you had sex. You thought to yourself that maybe he was stressed, drowning in work and all. So you decided to try and help him out.

Knocking on the door twice you immediately here a ‘Come in.’ from and deep grumpy voice that was obviously Thor’s. You turned the door knob and stepped inside seeing Thor’s head buried in papers stacked up on top of his desk. You sigh quietly shutting the door and gliding closer to his desk.

“Speak, don’t waste my time.” You gulped. “Hi baby.”

“What Y/n, can’t you see I’m busy now.”

“Thor you seem to be under a lot of stress now baby I would just like to help you out.” You purr.

“Y/n how would you help me? You don’t know anything about the Mob.” He raises his voice.

“Look if you have no real reason to be in here then leave.” By now you notice he is running quickly out of patients. You are almost in his eye sight on the side of his desk now. Grazing your finger tips along important stacks of papers.

You chuckle lightly. “No Thor not like that. Just let me finish telling you bub. Can you look at me, please?”

He sighs and turns his chair towards you. He frowns even more. Your body covered in lacey red lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. Showing off all your curves and imperfections. You can still fit your clothes due to you baby bump not showing because it is still early in the pregnancy.

“Come on honey, taking a break let me help you relax.” You move forward straddling his lap. Fingers running through his long locks of beautiful blonde hair.

He rolls his eyes, which is a surprise to you and makes you frown.

“Y/n I don’t have the time for this!” This time he yells and this action makes you flinch so you immediately stand up with your head down staring at your bare feet.

“I’m sor-” He cuts you off. “No don’t you fucking get it woman! I don’t want your company. Leave me to do my work so I can give you a better life. I pay for all the shit you have and you can’t even let me do my job! Get the hell out now!”

You’re shocked, he has never used that tone with you or those choice of words. It felt like he was treating you as if you worked for him. You’re his girlfriend not just some anybody that he could raise his voice to.

You knew what you were about to say would possibly hurt his ego or yourself, but he needed to be brought down a peg or two.

“Why are you yelling at me like I did something wrong! What crawled up your ass and died? You selfish prick! I was trying to do something nice for you to get you out of this hell-hole you put yourself in! ASSHOLE!”

As soon as you were finished he bolted out of his chair and wrapped his hand around your neck slamming your back against the wall behind you. You couldn’t believe what was happening and your body went into panic as his grip hot tighter the more you struggled. All you could think about was if he was going to kill you or not, if you were going to get out of here alive and about your unborn baby.

“P-please no.”

“How dare you speak those words to me. DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM BITCH!? I AM THE KING OF THE MOB, I COULD HAVE YOU DEAD AT THE SNAP OF MY FINGER!”

He let you drop to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Tears rolling down your eyes, devastated and defeated you tried to stand up but was kicked down in the back by a furiated Thor.

“By midnight I want you and all your shit put out my house. You’re lucky I’m letting you keep it. Now scram.”

Your heart broke in millions of pieces on the spot from when he first raised his voice at you. It was hard getting off the floor but even harder to accept that the father of your unborn child has kicked you out of the house and even had the audacity to put his hands on you like he said he never would. That empty promise you should've known it was all a lie. You should have never given him a chance. All of those talks about your future together was bullshit. All of the talks about you being his wife one day bullshit. And to tie it all together the talks about starting a family together was absolute bull-fucking-shit.

Bursting through the room you shared with him bought back all of the sweet memories of the love making, when one of you were sick in bed and the other took care of them, the cuddles, the arguments, the playful fighting, the empty promises, the crying, the laughter. It all hit you at once it made you drop to your knees sobbing into your palms confused.

What made him not love you anymore? What made him put his hands on you? What made him tip over the edge to lash out on you like that? Where would you go? Who would you call?

You were so stressed out with questions and overwhelming feelings you had to remember that you were pregnant and had to convince yourself to calm down. Fifteen minutes of deep breaths you gathered yourself and got your composure back to normal.

Jeans and a sweatshirt was what you slipped on. Pulling out two suitcases from under the bed you started packing. Looking at the time it was 11:39pm so you closed the suitcases and zipped up duffle bags. Heading downstairs you saw your good friend Heimdall reaching for your hand to help you down the last step.

“May I take that from you Ms.Y/l/n?” You sighed handing them to him knowing that he would have gotten it anyway.

He frowned noticing your pained expression. Your back starting to hurt now.

“Y/n are you alright? You seem to be in pain.”

“N-no I’m fine I just need to go.”

“Are you going on a trip? Why so many bags?”

You sighed at the reminder.

“No Heimdall I won’t be back, thank you for doing for me and being a wonderful friend but I’m afraid that it is my time for a new chapter in my life. Please do not ask any questions I do not feel like speaking on it at the moment.” Heimdall nodded respecting your wishes as he escorted you to your car.

“Thank you Heimdall.” You whisper quietly. “Farwell and no, thank you.” You had no idea how much he appreciated you for coming into Thor’s life and opening your heart to him to show and teach Thor how to love and care. You truly did turn Thor’s life around and it showed.

You pulled him in for a hug as you climbed into the drivers seat. Unsure of where to go. You pulled out of the driveway of the mansion. Once you were on the road you had no idea who to call, you gave up your family and friends for Thor. So you called the only person you knew would take you in.

Loki.

[leviskitten]

hello, could you make a jotaro alphabet nsfw hc, please?

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Jotaro Kujo x reader(gn!)

Warnings: general NSFW themes,

A/n: hiya! Of course I can, hope you enjoy!

♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Naturally, he’s gonna soften down after y’all finish. He’s aware of his size *ahem* and that he can be a little too harsh sometimes without realizing, so he’s gonna be making sure you’re alright and stuff, running you a warm bath and making you drink water cuz yknow, you gotta stay hydrated. (He might even carry you bridal style to the bathtub and wash your hair, but you didn’t hear that from me oop)

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He probably doesn’t even have a favorite body part of neither his or your body, because he really couldn’t care less about that (he’s def a personality>looks kinda guy and you cannot tell me otherwise). However he secretly enjoys when you hold onto his arm, whether it is when you’re outside walking or when you need the ~support~ because he’s just pounding into you that hard. So I guess we’re gonna go with his arms for this one.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Homeboy has some thick white cum, I just know it. Another massive load fella, however he can (or prefers rather) only cum once.

Don’t get me wrong, he will make you cum multiple times if you want, but he’s fine with one thanks. Also, he probably isn’t that much into messy sloppy sex, so he cums either inside you or in your mouth, nowhere else (there are some exceptions to this but they’re oddly specific and rare so).

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• If he knows he’s gonna go on a long trip because of his job, he’s going to ~borrow some of your panties to masturbate with.

He usually borrows two, one that has your scent all over it, and another one to wrap around his cock as he jerks off. Sometimes (if you guys happen to be on a call), he might forget to pull it away before he cums, which ends up putting him in a bad mood because now he has to wash it and it won’t smell like you anymore :(

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He’s not very experienced to be honest, I feel like he may had had some hookups here and there but they were probably kinda shitty and awkward. So you’re going to have to guide him a little bit the first couple of times, good thing he’s a quick learner lol.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Boring man probably doesn’t have one istg 🙄🙄

Jk he isn’t boring, but yeah he probably doesn’t have one, as long as he can get a good look of your face while you’re at it it’s fine with him.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He literally looks like this 😐🧍like 98% of the time, do you really think he’s gonna start acting up now?????

If you laugh at something doing the deed with him he’s gonna look at you dead in the eyes until you stop laughing so he can continue, and it’s kinda scary ngl (or even more funny depending on the situation).

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• I kinda headcannon that he’s more on the thick hairy side, however he always trims himself down there, he doesn’t like to look unkept in some way (or at least that’s what he thinks idk). And yeah of course it matches, actually I feel like it’ll be curlier than his actual hair (but you’ll probably never get to see that lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• His love language is acts of service, that’s literally canon. So he probably won’t be too romantic or intimate per se, but he will definitely make sure you’re having the time of you life when you’re with him. He might even care more about getting you off rather than himself.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• I feel like he probably didn’t really masturbate that often until you guys got together. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sex, he does, a lot. Actually, I feel like his sex drive might have increased after the first couple of rounds of actually enjoyable sex with you. However, he probably has to go on trips a lot because of his job, and that’s where he finds himself missing you in many ways, including in bed.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kink.

• Surprisingly enough, he isn’t that kinky, but there are a couple of things that he does enjoy, like:

— praise (both ways), scratching and biting (receiving), edging (both ways), and he probably has a mild size and breeding kink. Oh, and he also kinda likes when you suck on his fingers.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• The bedroom. Easy, comfortable and private, pretty much perfect in his opinion.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Your praise, and when he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

He has sub tendencies (*ahem* might actually sub if asked nicely) so tell him that he’s doing so well or that he’s making you feel so good and he might cum right there and then.

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Anything public, extreme degradation and extreme impact play or something like that.

I don’t think I really have to go in depth as in to why not, but let’s just say that he’s a reserved guy who’s very aware of his size and strength and how mean he can get if he wants to.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Being completely honest, he might prefer receiving a little more, but he also loves getting you off multiple times only with his mouth so...

He wasn’t very skilled tbh (he was pretty bad actually let’s be real here), but with some practice and your guidance he got pretty damn good ngl. You trained him well >:)

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• Fast and rough by nature baby.

However he will slow down if asked, and during the first few times.

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not the biggest fan really, but still enjoys a casual quick blowjob/handjob every once in a while.

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• If you happen to have a kink that he either never heard about before, or didn’t really pay attention to, than he might be more open to experiment it with you and indulge you in it. However if they’re way too extreme he might hesitate and hold back a bit. He enjoys a couple of risks, as long as it’s between his and your boundaries.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• Are you kidding he can almost literally go on forever if you wanted to. He lasts pretty long actually, he has good self control after all ;)

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• Probably wouldn’t really think about buying some unless you bring it up. You guys probably own a couple of basics (bullet vibrators and maybe a dildo), so he can use them on you. Wouldn’t mind if you use them on him when he subs tho.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• He doesn’t tease often because it’s not really his thing, HOWEVER, when he does tease... let’s just say that you’re in for a ride.

His way of teasing it’s almost torture tbh, and it’s mainly touches, or some warning of what he’ll do to you if you’re the one teasing too much. He mainly does it to stop you from teasing him, but this doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a hand going up your thighs randomly every once in a while.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He isn’t really that loud, and he doesn’t make much sound sadly. It’s mainly deep grunts and gasps, might moan when he cums after a while.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• He only subs when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, and subconsciously needs for someone to take care of him. Or if he knows that that’s what you like and he wants to make you happy lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• He’s a proud member of the thicc cock gang and you cannot tell me otherwise.

No but fr, he’s t h i c k, barely above average length, but thick. I feel like it might be a little darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip gets pretty red easily. Pretty veiny too, and he’s uncut.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• It wasn’t too high before, but it kinda is now. He kinda became addicted to how you feel around him ngl, and also he likes how it helps him relax~

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He gets less tense after it for sure, but he doesn’t really get sleepy. He can do it and than carry on with his day (after making sure you’re alright of course) if needed, or he can also let you cuddle against him and get some rest if he wanted to.

[jackrrabbit]

If I may I just want Overhaul to do me on his desk during a meeting showing the precepts his personal slut

Yubitsume /// Overhaul x f!reader (18+)

Yubitsume: a Japanese ritual primarily performed by the yakuza to atone for offenses to another; a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse.

This story takes place before Chisaki becomes the leader of the Shie Hassaikai and before he puts the big boss in a coma. ngl this was fun to write 😎

Tags/warnings: exhibitionism, coercion (dubcon-ish?), mild humiliation, yakuza members be perving, reader’s quirk makes it impossible for her skin to be cut (it’s relevant I promise), references to violence, some light possessiveness at the end there

You’re softer than you look.

Chisaki’s never really touched you before, so he had no way of knowing until now. Maybe it’s a subconscious association with your quirk, which prevents anything from breaking your skin, but he didn’t think you’d be so yielding. Every bit of you that he can touch is tender and unresisting under his grasp. He almost wants to take off his latex gloves so he can grip your hips and feel how smooth you are against his bare skin.

Ah…but this isn’t for his sake. It’s for yours. Your punishment, your atonement. He’s supposed to be teaching you a lesson, not feeling good. The irresistible heat of your cunt hugging over his cock is just a perk.

“Watch closely, men,” the Boss’s voice rings out across the long, narrow table, cutting across the wet sounds of Chisaki’s flesh slapping against yours. His thrusts slow and then stop with his cock buried deep inside you, giving the Boss a chance to speak over the two of you.

When the room is silent save for the sounds of your breath mixing with Chisaki’s, the Boss speaks again. “This is what happens to those who betray the interests of the Shie Hassaikai. Keep going, Chisaki.”

It’s not like he needs to tell them to watch, Chisaki thinks as he picks up the pace again. Every man in the room is staring intently at the coupling as Chisaki fucks you over the desk. You’re bent forward with your ass sticking out toward him, one trembling leg holding you up while the other is folded up on the wooden surface, angling your pussy into a perfect position for him to thrust into. You’re barely holding your face off the desk with your elbows propped up, and every time Chisaki pushes his cock back into you, you rock forward and the desk creaks under your combined weight.

It’s hardly the solemn atmosphere that’s usually considered necessary for this kind of punishment. The men watching are doing so with lascivious interest, some laughing, some making comments under their breath to each other, and some just staring. He can hardly blame them. The view from the front must be incredible—your tits bouncing, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life…

What does your face look like right now? Chisaki can’t see when he’s fucking you from the back, but he wishes he could. Are you ducking to hide your lewd expression from the men you’ve worked alongside since you joined the Shie Hassaikai? Are you biting your lip to hold back the sound of your moaning, trying to salvage the little bit of dignity you have left? From the muted noises of your voice (the little uh—uh—uh’s you can’t quite keep from slipping out), he thinks it’s pretty likely.

But if it’s between seeing you and being inside you, Chisaki knows he’s getting the better deal. Fuck, it’s like your throbbing cunt just keeps sucking him in deeper and deeper. What with the heat of your body and the slickness lubing him up in between your pussy lips, it’s getting difficult to hold back his own grunts of pleasure. His thrusts are getting less controlled and sloppier every time he pumps into you.

The men are watching…they’re watching you, Chisaki has to remind himself in order to stop the urge to lean lower over the desk and rut you for all he’s worth, observers be damned. How much deeper can you take it? Probably a little more than this, right?

His next thrust has him bumping up against your cervix, forcing a kittenish whine out of you. A couple of the voyeurs laugh. One wolf whistles. Chisaki’s noticed that the hairs on the back of your neck raise up when the men get loud, and right now your skin is pebbled with goosebumps.

“Don’t let her hide from her shame, Chisaki. Hold her up so we can see.”

Chisaki hesitates, then curls his fingers over your upper arm and drags your torso up off the desk to display your naked chest to the boss and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai. Your head lolls forward and then rolls back onto his shoulder, your damp back flush against the fabric of his shirt.

The position is a little more awkward, and he has to tilt his hips to the side a little to push back into you. On the other hand, it seems like he’s hitting your g-spot at a better angle judging by the way your pussy is twitching around his length.

“Ch…Chisaki,” you whimper, only to wince and snap your eyes shut when the name earns a suggestive whoop from one of the men watching you.

“Aw baby, you gonna beg him?” Rappa asks, voice a mocking growl. You flinch and Chisaki can feel how tense you are. The muscles in your arms go rigid as you try to jerk out of his grip.

Another thrust has you squeaking out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck yeah, make ‘er scream,” someone calls out, but Chisaki ignores it in favor of rocking deeper into you, careful to slide his thick cockhead against your g-spot. This time you’re barely able to keep your voice down, but you can’t conceal the muscles in your pussy pulsating over him.

It feels good, doesn’t it? he wants to ask you, but he knows he can’t. It’s not supposed to feel good for you. You’re supposed to be…reflecting on your mistake or something. When he’s balls deep in your pussy, it’s hard to keep track of what kind of atonement this is supposed to be.

“I see you’re once again capable of speech, (Y/N),” the Boss says, silencing the other Shie Hassaikai members. This time, however, Chisaki can’t bring himself to stop fucking you long enough to let his benefactor speak uninterrupted. The Boss doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he continues— “Enlighten us as to why we’re watching Chisaki bed you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chisaki can see your chin tip forward so you’re looking hesitantly at the Boss. Your face is so red, but you manage to form words despite your embarrassment. “P-P-Punishment… Instead of y-yubitsume, I’m being—being punished…”

Yubitsume. The yakuza ritual of cutting off one’s own pinky finger at the first knuckle to make recompense for an insult or injury committed against the organization, a mutilation that not only increases difficulty of combat and manual labor but also brands the afflicted with a public stigma. By tradition, yubitsume is the appropriate penalty for the crime you perpetrated, but your quirk makes it impossible. No blade can pierce your skin.

This—getting fucked by Chisaki while the Shie Hassaikai watches—was suggested as a substitute method of apology. There were other alternatives, other ways to exact retribution on your body (you may not bleed, but you can certainly bruise…and break). This method was almost a kindness, or at least that’s how the Boss had explained it to you until you reluctantly agreed.

Still, as the men who used to see you as a fellow (an equal, even) now jeer at you and call for Chisaki to fuck that little slut harder, he has to wonder whether this is really the kinder option.

“And what are you being punished for?” the Boss asks.

“I-I did something wrong—uhn!” You snatch a betrayed glance at Chisaki as his arm snakes around so he can grope at your breast and pinch your nipple between two fingers. “I—! Brought p-police, to the Shie Hassaikai…”

Chisaki knows better than the rest of them how minor your crime was. The transgression had nothing to do with them, and it would have happily gone unpunished had you not been caught by the authorities. The yakuza might care little about petty lawbreaking, but your real offense had been attracting the attention of the cops. They’d been lucky to get away without a thorough inspection. Now you’re paying the price for your carelessness.

“Good. As all of you know, I have no wish to treat (Y/N) too harshly. Chisaki…finish her off.”

There it is. This may be your atonement, but Chisaki’s aware that he’s being punished as well. He’s the one who brought you to the organization, and so your wrongdoing is partially his responsibility. The Boss knows how much Chisaki would usually hate this…having to touch someone’s bare flesh so intimately and so publicly. He’s getting hives just thinking about being in this position with someone else.

But it’s not someone else. It’s you. You with your untouchable skin, so clean and soft. You with your tight, hot pussy swallowing every inch of his cock so nicely. For the first time since he can remember, he half-wishes he were wearing less clothing just so he could feel you…and every second he’s inside you he regrets putting on a condom more.

And now he’s got the Boss’s blessing to make you cum on his cock. Chisaki’s hand drops from your breast down to your pussy and his index finger swirls around your clit. You gasp and cry out (much to the appreciation of the men watching), and Chisaki has to bite down on a growl of his own as your innards clamp down on him.

You’re probably close to cumming already. No, no, you’re definitely close. Even with no direct stimulation to your clit until now, Chisaki’s been fucking you for ages. All that friction over your g-spot has taken you right up to your edge, and it’s not going to take much more to push you over.

You’re already pulsing around him intermittently in rhythm with the pads of his fingers teasing your clit. The pressure of your pussy fluttering around every ridge and vein on his cock is excruciating, so fucking good that he can barely remember that the two of you are being watched. The other gang members are getting louder in their bawdy commentary of the pornographic scene playing out in front of them, but Chisaki tunes it out in favor of focusing on the way your shallow breaths meet the tempo of his thrusts.

With you draped over his chest, he barely has to adjust his position to push his masked face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder so he can nuzzle up and lick you through the stiff fabric. You shudder—ugh, do that again, he thinks—and your hips writhe weakly, trying to increase the stimulation of his hand on your clit. You’re about to cum, and so is Chisaki, but he carefully steers his hips to control both your reactions and his. When he pulls out of you he’s slow, tender, making sure you feel empty without him, but when he pushes back in he does it in a quick snap that stretches you out paired with a rough dab at your clit.

You’re coming apart in front of him, not even bothering to be quiet anymore. “Chisaki…Chisaki, I—I’m cumming!” you cry out, trying not to pay attention to all of the Shie Hassaikai egging you on and telling you what a good little whore you are. Your orgasm has your pussy sucking down on Chisaki’s cock, even tighter than before, like your body is instinctively trying to milk the cum out of him.

Goddamnit… Yeah, he’s not going to last for another minute with you clamping down on him like that. As soon as Chisaki’s sure you’re cumming so hard you’re barely coherent, he drops you gracelessly back down onto the desk so he can grab up your hips and fuck his last few pumps into you as savagely as possible. His fingers dig into your ass deeply enough that he’d be drawing blood if not for your quirk, and when the heat building in his cock spills over he holds you perfectly still despite your attempts to squirm away from him so that you feel him jerk and cum between your throbbing walls.

“(Y/N)…good, good girl,” he pants out as he gives a couple more shallow thrusts for good measure. Well, huh. That’s the first thing he’s said since he started fucking you.

When it’s too uncomfortable to stay inside for a second longer, Chisaki pulls out and tugs the filthy condom off, ties it, and drops it in the trash. He needs a shower…and something to wipe off on, but at the moment neither are available to him so he has to tuck himself back into his pants without cleaning up. Disgusting. Even though it’s just his own cum dirtying him, his skin is still crawling at the thought of it.

“Good work, Chisaki,” says the Boss, rising to his feet to leave. “You can clean up after her.”

Emboldened past their usual limits by what they just witnessed, the other men guffaw and taunt you as they follow the Boss out. Setsuno reaches out to slap your ass as he exits, but Chisaki stops him with a hand on his wrist. His hold isn’t painful, but the threat is clear.

If you touch her, you’re going to lose more than a pinky.

“R-Relax, Chisaki,” Setsuno stammers. “Hands off. I get it.”

Chisaki almost corrects him, almost tells Setsuno to call him by the right name—Overhaul. But the Boss isn’t quite out of earshot yet, and it wouldn’t do for him to hear. So he just lets Setsuno go. The rest of the men give the two of you a wide berth as they file out, although your pert little ass still gets a few lecherous glances as they leave.

And then it’s just you and him. You roll over onto your back and sit up on the desk. “…Chisaki? You don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it.”

How docile of you. You really are apologetic. To be honest, Chisaki should still be angry—you almost caused a lot of trouble for the Shie Hassaikai, and what with the plans he has in mind, getting the authorities to look a little closer at them could ruin everything. He shouldn’t be keeping a risk like you around, especially considering the Boss doesn’t usually let him play with you the way he’d like to.

But the Boss isn’t going to be the one making decisions for much longer. And until he’s out of the picture, Chisaki can’t wait for you to slip up again.